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r/twitch
u/bdjared
Does VerstappenLive have connections to the F1 world?
Discussions and questions
I know that his fans tend to speak about him like he’s the next big streamer despite being an omega, but I wanted to dive into some facts about him and google isn’t being helpful. I’m aware of his sim racing success and the joint streams he sometimes does with Lando Norris, but how big is the chance that he’ll one day actually drive a F1 car?
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u/wishthatwasme
My dude there is so much going on in your post.
One: Him being a big name in the streaming world has nothing to do with being an omega. The man streams himself racing in a video game, why are you concerned about his second gender?
Two: His own connections are just Lando Norris, he streams with him and doesn’t really interact with anyone else in the paddock. His dad has a short f1 history but he wasn’t really good so I won’t waste any words on that. I’m not too sure on his connections though, but IIRC he hasn’t been spotted in a long time.
Three: The chance of him actually racing competitively is like, zero. Him driving something on a race track or driving some kind of past formula car is possible, just like it’s possible for anyone with enough money.
It’s kinda funny though because he does live in Monaco, like most of the drivers, and the only one of who we know he speaks to is Lando Norris. Not my fave lmao but if it makes him happy.
Was that more helpful than google?
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u/cantbelieveimhere
OP why are you like this
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u/throwawayaccount01
No I don’t see anything wrong with what OP said, yall are getting way too sensitive. He’s putting himself on the internet, he should know that it means people will comment on who he is and how he acts.
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u/cantbelieveimhere
Ew. I hope you never find a partner.
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r/formula1
u/iwasatspathatyear
Leclerc’s championship chances?
Discussions
I know it’s early and the new season hasn’t started yet, but what are y’all’s predictions when it comes to leclerc’s championship chances? I really want to see him win again but with all these new driver lineups I don’t know how Mercedes or Aston Martin will perform.
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u/grandprixloss • 11 h
I feel like you’re forgetting about the risk red bull might be.
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u/papayaaaa • 10 h
Forget red bull why are we considering fucking aston martin with their shit car and not mclaren??? was this written by a stroll fan or something?? if those exist?
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u/toooldforthis • 10 h
Has to be, because alonso fans wouldn’t even think about it.
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u/veryobjectivefan • 9 h
No, I agree with OP for leaving Red Bull out of the picture. Unless they can suddenly get like, a driver as good as Max Verstappen is in the sims, there is no way that they can even pretend to keep up.
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u/wouldbeabetterrbrepresentative • 9 h
Man I wish the dude had gone for karts rather than games when he was younger. We could’ve had such a beast behind the wheel.
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The roads are busier than Max expected for a Thursday morning, but it seems impossible to find a truly calm day in Monaco. For a second, he wonders what kind of work these people do to be free to go shopping at 10 am, but that’s ridiculous. Firstly, because it’s Monaco, and secondly, because he’s here too.
A few months into living in Monaco and he’s still not sure if it was a good choice. He’s a sim racer, not an actual athlete, nor a sugar baby, he can do his job wherever in the world. Years ago, he couldn’t have dreamed of this move, but life has an interesting way of going.
So interesting that he, a man with zero sense for and interest in fashion, is following the directions to one of the thrift stores in the area, so he can prepare for their next stream. He’s a man who lives in basics, give him a comfortable pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and he’s set. He couldn’t care less about what’s vintage or what’s considered good branding, but Team Redline have partnered up with Alpha Tauri and he isn’t enough of an asshole to ignore deals with sponsors.
He makes his way through the crowd, and while he doesn’t really hate the masses, he finds himself a little bit nauseous from the melting pot of scents that accompanies it all. He does finally catch the logo of the thrift shop and quickly ducks inside. When the door falls closed behind him, doing a great job at sealing the noise and scents away, Max lets himself breathe and look around so he can judge the rabbit hole he fell into.
It looks normal enough, rows upon rows of clothes with lit up plates above them to announce the goods you can find in them. It’s actually quite empty, there’s only a handful of people browsing. Besides the person manning the desk, there is an older woman working her way through a pile of clothes and a group of teens giggling in a corner at the other side of the store.
He looks around a moment longer before he catches the sign for jackets, thinking that could be a good place to start. On his way to the jackets he passes by the rows full of sparkling dresses and statement pants. He silently looks around, moving a random piece here and there, because even though he has zero knowledge about fashion, it’ll always be fun to judge. As he finally makes his way to the jackets, all thoughts about whether a jacket would be too much or if he could get away with his normal choices disappear, his feet coming to a halt in front of the pile of clothes.
They must be new, because they still have their scents. And while it should smell like a somewhat muted version of the stank of the masses outside, this isn’t too bad. And that’s when he suddenly acts before he thinks. He takes the black hoodie and only dares to breathe again when the pile doesn’t suddenly collapse. The urge to run is strong, but he needs to look normal, doesn’t want to attract attention, so instead he keeps walking at his normal pace, straight to the changing rooms.
He takes his t-shirt off easily and enjoys the sweater the moment the soft fabric touches his skin. It’s soft without being too warm, the black is a perfect basic color, but the dark red lettering makes it not too boring. Or at least, he thinks so. This is definitely not his department of knowledge.
Taking a deep breath, he’s startled by how good it smells. Muted smells are never too disturbing, especially if it’s old, so it surprises him that he can still take note of it so clearly. And actually enjoy it. Maybe a bit too much because his jeans, admittedly already a bit tight, now feel impossible to walk in. It’s awkward because taking a deep breath to calm himself absolutely does absolutely nothing. He tries to think of everything — the doctor’s appointment he still needs to make, some cute kittens, the plan for this stream, random old people — but nothing works. His dick stays hard.
For a moment, he thinks about it. A single second is all he gives himself to entertain the thought of rubbing it out in this changing room, but it would be naïve to think that his smell wouldn’t alert anyone. He might not be able to smell himself, but at the end of the day, he’s still an omega, and their smells supposedly are more alluring than any other.
He doesn’t really believe it, mostly because it’s a favourite excuse of alphas who cross boundaries without feeling sorry about it, but he’s not willing to test it.
But okay, rubbing one out isn’t an option, and ignoring it doesn’t seem to work either. It might be smart to leave the hoodie behind and try to calm down in another room, but that feels strange, and if he’s honest, really honest with himself, he doesn’t want to leave the hoodie behind. It’s comfy, it smells good, and since it doesn’t have a price tag yet, he might get a good deal on it.
Look, he lives in Monaco now, but that’s because of the job. While his bank account is getting fatter, he isn’t used to carelessly spending everything. Especially on second-hand, sorry, vintage clothing. Okay, so he needs a plan. Deep breath in (mistake), and out while he walks through the store, trying to casually grab a t-shirt and a jacket.
He needs to wait a little at the counter for the woman to appear again, but she greets him with a smile. He tries to smile back, going for casual. “These three, please. I couldn’t find a price tag on the hoodie, I think it might have broken while trying on?”
The woman hums. “That happens sometimes, don’t worry about it. Let me check the system and see what the chosen price was.”
Shit.
Okay. Behave normally. Just nods.
After a few clicks and scrolls, the woman frowns. “It’s not registered in the system, it seems. Are you sure you got it from the racks?”
“Yeah,” he answers, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him. Time to distract. “I don’t really know a lot about fashion, but we are streaming tomorrow and doing some short intro for which I needed to buy some tops.”
The woman looks at him again, and he pretends to ignore how she scans his current outfit. He can take a wild guess as to what she’s thinking. He’s also running a one man team to debunk the stereotype that all omegas know how to dress well and seductively. It’s not on purpose.
“It’s fine, I know it can be hard when you don’t know what you’re doing. Let me check the brand for a second, and I’ll stick a price on it for you,” she decides.
Max feels like he can breathe again. “Thanks.”
Another few clicks and Max tries to keep a natural face as she adds €70,- for the hoodie. Right. Brands. Seventy for a hoodie is completely fine. At least it doesn’t smell bad.
“There you go, make sure to not wash it too hot, this can’t handle the same temperatures as your regular hoodies,” she advises.
“Right,” Max swallows, “Thanks. Do you have a bag for this?”
As he makes his way home, bag full of clothes in hand, he doesn’t really care about how many people he annoys with pushing his way through them. How he might look like he has the devil on his heels, because the moment he gets home, he gets his shoes off, makes his way to the bedroom, and stuffs the hoodie under his pillow.
Still in the bag of course, to keep the scent on it a little longer. It’s totally not creepy or strange. Not at all. It’s just that his heat must be close for him to get so attached to it.
(It’s not. He has his heats like clockwork, every 4 months. He still has at least 2 months before the next one hits. This is totally on him, but he’ll face that another time.)
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Team Redline @redlinestreaming
Meet our newest sponsor! Alpha Tauri will accompany us from here on — it also means that our next stream featuring Max and (Enzo) will kick off with a styling challenge! The boys will have to match one of Alpha Tauri’s staple pair of jeans with some thrift finds! Stay tuned.
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Lexy @mvfan
Seeing the words Max and styling challenge in one sentence is really strange
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Mora @moranotthesnacks
Were you guys really that short on money
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Max is late and he doesn’t have an excuse for it. He has already gotten a warning message about the fact that they have started without him, and he’s wondering what kind of mess he’ll end up in as he checks the camera and mic. As the screen loads, he remembers how he hasn’t locked his door and walks to the front door, only to realize that he’s not in his old home and no, he doesn’t actually have to lock the door because it automatically does so. Great for safety, especially for omegas, the real estate agent had mentioned with a significant look in her eyes and he couldn’t even deny her.
Walking back to his set up he gets comfy and settles into it. The moment he puts on the headphones the boys go off. Crane gets the highest word in, chuckling, “Max, I thought you got the message that we had to go and thrift the top of our outfit for this video?”
Max huffs, already feeling annoyed, but he can’t really get mad because he’s finally, finally, wearing the hoodie and it feels so good. The scent has already mixed with his because of the way he might have had it in his bed every night, but the stranger’s scent still lingers enough to be enjoyable.
Whatever that might mean is something Max has neatly folded up in a box in the back of his mind, a box that he will absolutely not touch until it is necessary.
He might have zoned out, and with a roll of the eyes he gets back in the conversation. “It’s comfortable,” he argues.
“It’s the most basic hoodie ever, of course it’s comfortable!” Chris chimes in.
Gianni can’t just like, stay silent. That would’ve been too much to ask, so Max has to suffer more teasing. “Monaco has all these rich ass people and there probably are fashion influencers dying to have a deepdive into their thrift stores and you pick the comfortable hoodie?” Gianni laughs, “I can’t believe you.”
“Well, you aren’t dreaming so deal with it. Alpha Tauri said to thrift something to match with their staple jeans and nothing else. No specifics or anything else, I just followed their orders,” he snaps, now a little done with it. He went into this to do sim racing and while he isn’t rude enough to truly ignore requests from partnered brands, this really isn’t for him.
“Alpha Tauri is our—”
“Yes,” Max snaps, interrupting Crane, “This is how I’d normally wear it, how everyone knows I dress. This isn’t a day for miracles.”
“Okay, okay,” Gianni placates, “We shouldn’t have expected anything else. Let’s just race.”
Max frowns, annoyed because yes, like he said, fashion isn’t for him but he also doesn’t like to dismiss sponsor duties. “Didn’t we have to do a whole fashion twist on the video? Or was the whole shopping for nothing?”
“With the way you went shopping we don’t have a lot to talk about anyways,” Chris says, already selecting the track.
“Rude,” Max replies and ignores them as he stands up. “Okay so as you all know, Alpha Tauri is our new partner. Pants are from them, hoodie is from a local thrift store and the brand is, uh—”
He doesn’t know, so he tries to read the label. It needs a little twisting and turning before he can read the label. “It’s Niahmas, sorry, Nahmias. I got it because it sme—, was comfortable and you need some good basic items.” Only when he settles down in the seat and notices how the boys are staring, does he look at the comments.
mapleleaves Waist snatched!!!
imitatingjoy Do I see abs there???
annalouise No you’re blind that man has the perfect body and it’s SOFT god i’m living for it
marcmar WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHOREHOUSEEEEEE
hendrinkjan @marcmar that happens when you keep involving omegas
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mumfordandsonsfan ⚔️ Reminder that any anti-omega language will get you banned immediately.
princessd ⚔️ Also: we know he’s hot but please keep the dirty comments to yourself.
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[Instagram post with one single foto, it’s a canva edit. It has a white background with two cut out pictures on it; a screenshot of Max Verstappen on one side, with the date of the stream and a transcription of the conversation about his outfit. On the other side is Charles Leclerc entering a paddock while wearing the exact same sweater, also with date, but earlier than the stream. In big, capital letters, it says: “The same sweater or the same sweater ?]
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charlescloset Normally I’m not one to start dating rumours between an alpha and omega simply because of some piece of clothing, but how many coincidences does one have to look past for it to become simply too coincidental? Max Verstappen says he got the sweater from a thrift shop in Monaco, but since he clearly doesn’t care about fashion nor to put effort in it, who is to say that it’s not simply a sweater grabbed from his boyfriend’s closet?
See earlier comments….
ln4clothing Max is friends with Lando, or well, they sometimes stream together so maybe Lando introduced them??
sometimesf1mostlyfashion @ln4clothing isn’t that giving too much credits to him, he can barely keep a girlfriend himself.
cs55fashion @sometimesf1mostlyfashion now that’s just rude
mvfacts wheee didn’t know y’all cared about our boy
charlescloset @mvfacts we do when he might be banging our man!!
wagwatch yooo it was time for a male omega to join the club!
papayabesties @wagwatch why do you sound like there was a diversity quota that wasn’t being reached
charlescloset BEGGING FOR ONE DAY THAT MY COMMENT SECTION IS NORMAL
idonthaveafave @charlescloset ur fault for posting dating rumours in the first place
badtaste how are y’all not screaming about the screenshot of the naked skinnnn he looked delicious
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Max lies on his couch, his version of bedrotting while the pre-race show keeps going on. He can’t really focus and it’s annoying him, so he’s scrolling on social media, but Formula One Twitter — sorry, x — is once again a toxic mess. It leaves him even more annoyed, and it’s one of those days that he keeps circling in his own head and kind of wants to go for a run, even though he usually hates himself even more by the end of it. He can’t, though, or rather, won’t. Not with the race starting in 30 minutes.
So he throws his phone to the other side of the couch and is glad that it stays there rather than falling onto the floor to gain another crack in the screen. As he lies down properly, thinking he might catch one of Lando’s interviews, he instead gets a full screen of sweating Monagasque.
Charles Leclerc looks hot.
Seriously, hot.
Look, Max isn’t stupid. He has seen some posts his mates had sent him, the dating rumours, the fans getting together and using their one collective brain cell to say things that would make anyone blush. Really, someone could use it to plan their next month of onlyfans content. But he hadn’t really taken the time to look at Charles.
And Charles is sweating, his cheeks are flushed and Max knows the man is more than his looks, he has to be when he drives a car in such a fashion, but as he stares at the screen the words don’t register at all, not when he can look at those lips and see how his adam apple bobs as he swallows.
But then he does get back to planet earth, the words slowly getting through to him, and suddenly it’s like a cold shower. Because he might have been staring at Charles, but the driver has been suffering through a less-than-okay interview.
“Are you aware of the rumors about you and the omega Max Verstappen?” It’s some Brit doing the interview, an asshole of which Max can never remember the name, but it’s the one that always calls outsiders by their designation first and name second. Honestly unreasonable that he still has a place within the paddock, but the sport has worse people walking around.
Charles frowns and wipes away some of his sweat. “Anything you have to ask about the race?”
“So are they true? It would make you the first driver to date—” The interviewer stops talking when he sees the thundercloud that has become Charles’ face. Still handsome, but obviously pissed off.
“I won the championship last year, I’m fully planning on winning it again this year. Nothing will distract me. I have the team behind me and a good teammate. I’ll give anything to win again, to make everyone proud,” Charles says, voice short and temper hot, “And all you’re asking about is an omega who wore the same hoodie as I did, saying we are dating because of it? I don’t even know the dude.”
The silence is loud and yes, he gets it, the interviewer — Jon, that was it — was rude and this whole thing is uncalled for but it also. It hurts. To just be referred to as an omega and dude is not how he imagined to be mentioned in all this, and it’s starting to piss him off. It was to be expected from Jon, but Charles could have at least said his name.
And the stupid thing is that in between the joking tweets and the Instagram posts Max had let himself entertain the thought. What if the hoodie did belong to Charles? Lando knows him quite well and has talked about him, mostly positively. Charles’ driving is an amazing skill that Max admires, and it shouldn’t be totally impossible to meet him. Not with the both of them living in Monaco.
Almost ready to just turn the whole thing off, Charles suddenly speaks up again even though his PR assistant seems ready to leave. “Sorry, that was rude of me to Max and uncalled for. Seems like the season is already getting to me,” Charles says with a wry chuckle, “Max is a good sim racer, I occasionally watch him, but that’s it, nothing more. I’ll try and see if someone wants to talk about my racing now.”
For a while, Max just stares at the screen. Charles apologized, which was good but let’s be real, it’s also the bare minimum.
He no longer feels giddy.
Without thinking about it too much, he gets the hoodie from his bedroom. Holding it as if it’s a plushie, he notes how it barely has any of its original scent anymore. The comfort is almost entirely gone.
Max wonders if it’s because of the slowly disappearing scent or the interview.
Charles does win the race.
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r/formula1
u/kpoptof1pipeline • 3 h
Charles’ pre-race interview about Max Verstappen
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Charles’ pre-race interview was about the dating rumors with Max Verstappen rather than his past few races, his chance at winning the championship, or the progress with the car. Whatever Jon Smith was on, it wasn’t professionalism because this was not necessary at all. Not only does it fuel the rumors even more, it disregards Charles’ privacy and the fact that we care about the racing rather than the driver’s personal lives.
That being said, I personally found Charles’ reaction a dick move, even if he was under the stress of everything, as he said. He totally did Max dirty. His reaction and language regarding Max Verstappen, an omega, set us back 10 years again. He did apologize, but to me (and many others) the damage is already done.
TL;DR: in my eyes, Jon Smith’s interview choices were just as much of a dick move as Charles’ reaction to the questions were.
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u/indycarisbetter • x h
Why are we fighting battles for a man who hasn’t even replied to this all himself
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u/multifan • x h
Do we have to wait for him to make a statement to draw our own conclusions?
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u/dutchchampionsss • x h
No I think Charles was in his rights, there is no reason for this mediocre journalism and absolute lack of professionalism. Who the fuck even cares about Verstappen?
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u/allkindsofracing • x h
Dude I don’t think you know how big the number of people who care about him is.
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u/bigbigworld • x h
I can’t lie, I’m quite disappointed. I know to never put trust in famous people that you don’t know, but still… as an omega it’s quite hard to see him talk like that. And the apology… It feels more like a reflex than really that genuine.
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u/weeyums • x h
I don’t know, I do think that he kind of scared himself by how harsh his words were? Case of speaking before he thought? But that doesn’t mean you, or possibly Max's, feelings aren’t valid at all. It’s a bit of a PR mess.
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u/ferrariclownshow • x h
Right, talking about PR — where is the official statement? Probably in the making to be posted after the race, but still. Would be awkward if he wins and the first thing people will do is bring up this interview.
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u/weeyums • x h
Nah they wouldn’t, there is still some professionalism to be found in this sport. Also: they don’t care that much about the way they speak about omegas. I think there is a compilation somewhere about questionable shit F1 drivers have said, though I have to say that it has gotten better over the last few seasons..
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u/lewiswinningwferrari • x h
People we are forgetting such an important thing here: how he mentioned that he’s already stressing out. Are we finally going to have Lando as wdc???
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u/papayapapas • x h
Are you erasing Piastri’s existence here
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Max longs for his sunglasses the moment he enters the club. The lights probably come with an epilepsy trigger warning, but he missed that when preparing. He’s wearing casual trousers, a white t-shirt and the jacket that he also got when thrifting. Mostly because he didn’t want to waste the money he spent on it, but also because it’s kind of nice. Kind of very nice.
It doesn’t take long to find Lando, who’s standing against the wall with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other one. Scrolling quite fast, he doesn’t look up at all, quite in his own world. Max smiles to himself. He doesn’t mind streaming and being recognized at times, but he can’t imagine how it must be for Lando, to be famous when your factory setting is no want for socializing with strangers.
He doesn’t sneak up on Lando, having learned the hard way how Lando won’t appreciate that. Instead, he pushes silently through the mass of people, ignoring people trying to make eye contact. He holds his hand in front of Lando’s phone to get his attention and relaxes when he sees his friend smile. Lando’s season hasn’t been going quite how he liked and it meant that his mood was quite short at times too.
“Survived the wait?” Max asks, pulling Lando in a side hug.
“Just about,” Lando answers, tone not betraying much, “Thanks for not making me wait any longer, mate.”
Max doesn’t answer, but instead follows Lando to the bar. The music is loud everywhere and it’s not easy to talk, especially not when they’re making their way through the dancing mass. Normally they meet up before, but it had been easier like this tonight.
“Sorry about the interview Charles did,” Lando suddenly says while they wait for their drinks to be made. “Was a bit of an asshole move.”
He’s surprised, he didn’t expect Lando to suddenly say something about it like this. “Don’t apologize for him,” he says, “He posted a statement online right? It’s done.”
Lando gives him a look but doesn't say anything more. Max gracefully accepts both the silence and his drink. He can’t tell how much he’s hung up over someone he’s never even spoken to face to face.
Sometimes it’s awkward to not be able to see each other often, and texting can suck when one of the two keeps hopping timezones, but soon it feels like normal again- Like that familiarity he knows to recognize as Lando, and the way they can just enjoy themselves without needing too much. The music is acceptable, the drinks overpriced but soon they laugh about song choices and start people watching while dancing themselves.
They’re on their way to getting tipsy, but nowhere near drunk. Alert enough to see how they’re getting a lot of attention. To those who know them, they are a (semi-)famous omega-beta duo just enjoying their night out. It also means they don’t talk about too personal stuff, not wanting to risk anyone else listening in on them.
But sometimes, sometimes Max wonders if a stranger can see the truth, can see them as they are: a duo of omegas enjoying their night out and having fun themselves, and what they would think about it. Max understands and respects Lando’s choice to hide certain details, because he’s not sure if he would’ve told the public if he had been in the same situation. But still, Max does wonder if Lando would be able to cope better if he didn’t also have to worry about his secrets getting exposed to the very big public.
A bit lost in his own world, but still dancing to the now admittedly worse music, he barely notices the first grope. But when he does, he looks up and makes eye contact with Lando, who only nods. Okay, so he didn’t imagine it.
The second grope is by no means an accident and Max is done. He doesn’t have any tolerance for this right now. He swings around, not even thinking about how he holds his hand as he punches the man in the gut. The people around them create a circle, all too eager to look as the stranger buckles over and considering the extremely heavy scent, it’s an alpha.
Of course.
Security scoops in before there is a chance of escalation, and Max doesn’t know if it’s Lando’s status or their designation or pure luck but the bouncer doesn’t manhandle them, doesn’t get angry, nothing. The big man just makes sure the two of them follow him to the back door.
“Just be careful out there, no more fights. And maybe don’t come back until the month is over,” the bouncer says as he moves to close the door again.
Both Lando and Max breathe a thank you, and then have a moment in which they’re stuck between giggles and soft laughter.
“Time to move to a better place?”
“Always.”
The next bar is a lot less hard on the eyes, or the ears. It’s visited by more of the local folk and Max knows there will be people listening to them, but they’re also the kind of people that won’t talk. At least, they have never before.
Now able to hear each other without yelling, they order their drinks. His coke is delightfully cold as he watches Lando play with his extremely blue cocktail.
“What’s bothering you?” Max asks. Lando opens his mouth to answer but he’s already interrupted. “Outside of the track, I mean.”
He’s not trying to be harsh or rude about it, but it has been obvious the entire night and Lando sometimes just needs that push. Max really appreciates his friend but because of his swinging in between having no confidence and too much confidence, he learned that being direct is just the best way for everyone.
“Will you play padel with George, Charles, and me?” Lando asks, and suddenly Max feels old because how can Lando suddenly look so young. And he feels annoyed, if he’s honest with himself.
“This is what you were worried about?” Max can’t help but frown. He doesn’t want to discredit his friend's feelings at all but this…
“I know I have no right to speak for Charles or try to influence your opinion about him but I really do think that you two would be a good match,” Lando says in a rush, “Or at least, give him an opportunity to apologize face to face.”
“If he wanted to apologize, why wouldn’t he have texted me? Or well, send me a dm on Instagram or something?”
“Don’t know, didn’t want to involve myself.”
“Yet you are involving yourself now?”
Lando’s cocktail, now less blue due to the melted ice cubes, is empty before Max has been given a clear answer.
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[It’s a busy collage this time, but the poster went with a white background. From left to right you see:
- Max Verstappen, a picture for once not cut out from its background. It’s quite an action picture, as Max looks furious and his fist is hitting some man in the stomach. The whole picture has this pink light over it due to some spotlight. He’s still wearing a jacket.
- Another cut out of Max Verstappen, this time from the side. It’s dark, but the colors seem natural. He’s still wearing the jacket.
- A black jacket, most likely the same as Max is wearing. The brand is tagged, but the price is added under the piece: the cost of it in a new state is a casual 600 euros.
- One last picture is one of Charles Leclerc walking into the paddock, also wearing the jacket.]
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charlescloset Once is chance, twice is coincidence…. a third when?
See earlier comments….
sometimesf1mostlyfashion i gotta respect yalls grind for the clothes because how are you not commenting about using a picture of max FIGHTING to fuel your dating rumors
ln4clothing waitttt i know max went out with lando that night but they got into a fight??? lmao he’s such a mess.
sometimesf1mostlyfashion @ln4clothing what, suddenly not proud that it’s your fave that might have introduced them??
ln4clothing oh will you fuck off???
cs55fashion WHY is it always you two fighting in the comments and never anyone commenting on how hot max looks here
mvfacts @cs55fashion no you’re onto something, i didn’t know physical assault could be so hot.
wagwatch can we retract the invite for him to join
papayabesties @wagwatch I knew yall were in it for the diversity image, fuck off. Too late to take that back, he’s gonna be one of them whether you like it or not, I just know it.
charlescloset can’t even blame you guys for the crazy comment section this time, it felt kind of crazy using these pictures too but they work. And yes they’re hot.
badtaste he just keeps on getting hotter i did not know it was a possibility.
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When Max arrives at the padel court, the regret isn’t instant. He’s filled with pride and a bitter kind of confidence, one fueled with a kind of anger that’s both I don’t care what others think and you better believe that I’m better than whatever mental image you have.
It’s ridiculous.
But he holds his head high. He greets Lando with a hug and shakes George’s hand, this being the first time he sees the Brit off screen. They make small talk for a while since Max isn’t actually the last to arrive, but Charles is.
Charles makes them wait for it, which is quite rude considering they only have the court for 90 minutes and Max can feel his opinion on the man sink with every minute. Lando and George share a look, somehow thinking Max wouldn’t catch it. He is ready to propose to just start already, when the alpha walks in.
Heavy focus on alpha because the scent he carries is intense. It’s pretty rude to have it be so present in public, but since Charles is already dripping in sweat he probably can’t do much about it.
The moment Max breaks free from the intense scent experience, there are two things that crash into him. First is the knowledge that Charles, dripping in sweat and wearing only casual workout clothes looks ravishing. So hot that Max wouldn’t even need him to shower before allowing anything to happen.
But he soon goes off that course to an awkward hard-on, because the second thing he notices is that once the scent isn’t just intense but also a proper scent he can process, he notices he knows this scent.
It’s the scent from the hoodie. The one that faded. The one that brought him comfort until it didn’t.
Which meant the dating rumours weren’t even based on hopes and dreams but they were right.
That shouldn’t be his prioritized thought though. He should be focussing on how the man is actually the owner of the scent that gave him comfort, helped him sleep, and inspired quite a few moments with his own hand. He should hate how much he wants to ask for another piece of clothing, or even some direct scenting. Charles isn’t someone he should like, least of all if it’s just because of his scent when his personality doesn’t match.
But Max is here now, with him, with Lando and George watching, and he can’t be rude. Can’t ignore him or ask him for the invasive stuff his mind has been so helpful in providing. He has to act normal.
Which translates to being awkward as fuck.
He watches how Charles hugs both Lando and George, and then turns to him.
“Max,” Charles greets.
“Charles,” Max starts, and then pauses because what does he say.
Nice to finally meet you?
No, because the man has spoken rudely about him.
It seems that the hoodie really was yours?
Too direct, and probably rude. Also. Awkward.
Happy to know that you accepted even though you’re late?
Once again, rude.
But the silence he’s letting happen is everything he doesn’t want to be so he gets himself together.
“Sorry, suddenly remembered something I need to do later today,” Max lies, ignoring Lando’s huff. “It’s good to see you face to face now.”
Perfectly balancing polite and a stab underwater regarding the interview. No, he knows it’s not a mature move.
“Yes, nice to see you too,” Charles answers and Max startles when the other searches for eye contact and keeps it until Max looks away. The blush that’s traveling up his cheeks is because of the sun, not because of anything else.
“Let’s go play?” George asks, and so it happens.
If Max thought Charles smells intense before, he isn’t ready for how much worse it gets during their playing time. It’s unfair of him to judge Charles for it because they all start releasing their scent more — Lando’s a familiar one and George’s, while new, doesn’t leave much of an impression on him — but it’s just so damn distracting. He hates to admit that he has made a few mistakes because of how distracted it got him.
Because damn it, other than smelling so good he’s also cute when he laughs about George failing to hit an easy one, the smile as he manages to hit one with a difficult angle and the smirk Charles wears when Max catches him looking is hot.
And he’s funny! Which is stupid because his jokes shouldn’t be funny and sometimes his timing is off and how is it that he’s rude about Max in public when he can be so nice in private.
The worst is that, while the tenting danger might be gone, the accident danger isn’t. Max is now cursing himself for not asking for an earlier date, because his heat is going to arrive next week, and he’s always more likely to start slicking up when his heat is close.
His shorts are black, thank god, but that doesn’t make the situation any less uncomfortable, especially since he feels like everyone can smell it. Nobody reacts to it though, so that thought stays as a theory. Max is grateful for it, as they finish the 90 minutes without any mishaps. It was actually fun.
Max gives Lando their full hug this time, having longed for some skin contact with his friend, and a side hug with George. The beta is nice but still too much of a stranger to linger too close to, especially when he feels like this.
Once again faced with Charles, this time a lot closer, Max hesitates. Is a side hug too familiar? But this time Charles makes the choice for him. “Can I speak to you in private for a moment?”
The eye contact is just as intense as it was before the game, but this time Max holds it and nods. “If you know where to go,” he says, leaving the decisions in the hands of Charles. At the end of the day he doesn’t know this area too well.
“This place doesn’t really have a nice sitting area, but there is a nice café around the corner?”
Okay. He can do this.
“Yeah, sure,” Max agrees. As he goes to leave with Charles, he looks back to Lando one more time. His traitor of a friend just winks as he holds his thumbs up.
The café really is around the corner so they don’t have a chance to talk until they sit down with their drinks, for which Charles managed to pay before Max could protest. He looks down at his glass, filled with some kind of drink that’s good for recovery. He mostly got it because it looked nice and he felt too hot for coffee. The silence is painful again.
“Look,” Charles starts, starling Max. “There is no excuse for the way I behaved on TV in that interview. You did nothing wrong and the way I worded it was… Wrong. I took my emotions out in a way that was more rude to you than it was to the interviewer, who I should have told off.”
He can’t lie, he’s surprised by Charles’ honesty, especially since it really sounds genuine.
“Yeah, you should have told the asshole off, I hadn’t done anything to you,” Max agrees, “But thank you for apologizing.”
They both make eye contact and Max warms at the small smile that graces Charles’ lips. The silence doesn’t stretch out for long this time.
“Was it really my hoodie though?”
Max takes a sip of his drink to avoid answering. “It was from a thrift shop, it could have been anyone’s,” he tries, but with the knowing look in Charles’ eyes there is a big chance that he failed.
That doesn’t matter though, because their conversation moves on quickly after that. He leaves for home an hour later, feeling a bit dirty due to the dried up sweat but quite happy and satisfied.
Turns out Charles isn’t that bad.
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Max goes into heat two days later.
Alone.
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[A picture taken at the padel court. From left to right: Charles, Max, Lando, George. Charles has his hand on the small of Max’s back, but Max only has an arm around Lando. George is leaning with his arm on Lando’s shoulder.]
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georgerussell63 Not taking any bets on who won!
See earlier comments….
jess_sy did george miss the note that charles doesn’t want any dating rumors???
mvedits lando playing matchmaker again!
itsitzyyyyfan Commenter one of these is not like the others hahaha
alex_albon yo where was my invite
geeitsme lestappen back together, nobody looking angry, we are SO winning
error0133 are we all gonna ignore how max isn’t touching charles at all
ferrarifan007 @error0133 well maybe the hand on max’s back was enough
miralovesformulaone everyone reposted this except for max….
rarahaha @miralovesformulaone well if he did repost it people would have said that he was into it for the fame. He can’t win with you guys.
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That heat sucked all the energy out of him. He doesn’t do much once it’s over. He feels too hollowed out to start the things he has to do, or enjoy the things he wants to do. So, in the end, he spends around a week barely going outside, staring at the walls, cuddling a hoodie that now holds no scent at all anymore. After all the body fluids of the heat he had to wash it. At the end of the day he prefers only the laundry detergent smell over the stench of his heat.
But he can’t hide inside forever. Once he feels like he got his lost weight back on, his eyebags gone, and his mood somewhat better, he makes himself stream again. It’s hard at first but then it’s nice to have his friends close again. His heats normally never have such a big effect on him, but he refuses to think about why this one was such an attack on his body and mind.
His free hours of the weekends are still spent on the couch, watching cars take racing lines that makes him want to scream at them. Lando even invites him to join them a few times but he prefers watching from the comfort of his home over having to deal with everything and the press that comes with the VIP tickets. He roots for his friend, but also roots for Charles whenever he makes a good move. He curses when the man ends up in the wall again during quali and likes the post Charles makes of his race wins.
Lando, surprisingly, doesn’t seem to mind his shift in loyalties when it comes to the support of on track action. Max actually suspects him to support his not-so-secret own agenda.
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Lando
[last online: 5 minutes ago]
Hey mate
Have you been on any dates lately?
No
Why are you asking
Need me to set you up with anyone?
Absolutely not
Wow ok then
But have you spoken to Charles ever since you went for coffee after we played padel?
Also no
Why would we??
We aren’t friends, you’re our mutual friend. I probably won’t ever see him again unless you both invite us to something
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Apparently going through heats isn’t considered a healthy type of workout, so there are a few times a week when Max drags himself out for a run. He goes on times when he hopes the streets will be emptier, less tourists and more running in a straight line instead of around people.
He’s quite lost in his own world, his song of the week on repeat as he focuses on his breathing. His watch tells him that he’s in zone 3 and this was supposed to be a zone 2 run, so his run isn’t going entirely to plan.
Max is so in his own world that he almost trips over his own feet when someone touches his arm out of nowhere. His heart racing, he rips his arm out of the grip before he even looks the person in the eye. He’s panting, standing in the middle of the road when he makes eye contact with the man who scared him to death, when he realizes it’s Charles.
“Godverdomme,” he curses, “Do you have any idea how much you scared me? Thought I was about to get robbed or assaulted or something.”
But when he sees how Charles’ smile disappears from his face, he realizes he might have been a bit harsh. But still, just because he’s an alpha can’t mean he’s totally unaware of the dangers omegas face.
“Shit, I keep doing this wrong,” Charles says, possibly meant as an apology? Mayhaps also a thought that escaped through the brain-to-mouth filter? Max still can’t read him that well. “I wanted to ask if you would like to run together but you probably had your music so loud that you didn’t hear me even though I called for you three times already.”
Okay so yes, Charles might have gone completely wrong about this but the idea was actually cute. Max nods before he can overthink it, basking in the feeling of knowing he’s the reason the smile on Charles’ face spreads again.
“Sounds good,” he agrees.
For a while he thinks the silence is awkward, how they only talk about which route to take and try to find the right pace to match each other, but when he falls into the right cadence he realizes it’s not awkward. It’s just new, new but quite peaceful and if he dares to say it, safe.
It’s been a while since he felt safe quite so quickly with a new person, let alone an alpha.
He already dreads the end of the run when he gets an idea. There is another coffee shop around the corner and they’re both pretty much done with their cooling down.
“Want another coffee?” Max proposes, trying to hide how he’s suddenly going from feeling comfortable to nervous about proposing such a thing.
“I’d love that,” Charles agrees.
It’s nicer than their first coffee; now they’re talking in between ordering, finding a place, and actually sitting down. It’s not talking for the sake of talking or to fill the silence, it feels genuine. Even if Max wonders if Charles is working extra hard for it due to the scare-incident or the previous apology, he’s also aware that those are most likely his insecurities.
That happy, fuzzy feeling as they sip away and snack on some cookies disappears when he sees a flash. Quite an amateur move from the fan, but it works wonders to ruin the atmosphere.
“Do we need to—” Max starts to ask but Charles interrupts him. “Yes.”
“My place is around the corner,” Max offers.
“Let’s go then,” Charles agrees.
He takes Charles’ hand in his before he can think about it and slips through the crowd that had been forming in the café. He feels bad about not paying but he can come back tomorrow to do so, they know who he is. The street is busy too, but in a way that’s easy to disappear in, so Max pulls Charles with him through alleys, until they appear at the door of his apartment complex.
Only when they are in front of his own front door, do they let go. Max immediately misses the warmth. Once inside, he can’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Didn’t think I would ever be running from fans,” he says, leading Charles further into his place.
“Yeah, sorry about,” Charles apologizes, but Max shakes his head.
“I wouldn’t have minded if they like, asked for a picture, but they were taking pictures of us without asking and that’s just bullshit,” Max says, genuinely annoyed. “Or if they wanted you to sign anything, no problem either. But this was just disturbing. Hope you’re ready for new rumors.”
Charles winces and Max frowns.
“That was a joke,” he says, “I don’t really mind.”
It’s silent for a moment too long. “I can ask the ones that watch my streams to stop spreading them?”
Max doesn’t want to acknowledge how it hurts to know that Charles does mind the rumors. It’s just like with the hoodie. It’s not exactly false hope, more like a false sense of security. But at the end of the day it was just two coffees, a run, a hoodie, and lots of thinking about someone who doesn’t think about him; he might not be a racing driver but his feelings definitely like to go fast.
He’s a fucking mess. And Charles’s still standing there, silent, looking at him with an expression on his face that’s hard to read.
“Anyways, you can take my shower,” Max starts, “That way you—”
“I don’t mind,” Charles interrupts him, red blush on his cheeks.
Max just raises an eyebrow. “You don’t mind staying in dirty running gear?”
“Non, no, I meant that I don’t mind the rumors,” Charles is talking faster again, the blush only rising. The words don’t really hit him because he’s so stuck in his own head, but then they do and. God, Max has to hold himself back from kissing Charles. His scent might expose his many feelings, but before he can start overthinking that he notices how heavy Charles’ scent is.
It’s unfair.
It’s such a good scent and Max kind of wants to be wrapped in Charles’ arms and covered by it all. But he has to behave, he isn’t even close to his heat right now, no excuse at all for this behavior. He feels like a teenager again, being so horny over an alpha he’s not even dating.
“Okay, so about that shower,” Max starts, trying to hide the rapidly hardening semi he’s sporting. He shows Charles the bathroom, gets him some clothes to wear and a towel. Being so close in the smaller bathroom doesn’t help either, and it’s a thin line between fleeing the room and joining Charles in the shower. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re done,” he manages, before he tries to hide himself by becoming one with the couch. It doesn’t matter that he’s still wearing his dirty workout gear, probably smelling bad. He cuddles into the blankets that smell like family, shirts that remind him of Lando, and the jacket that suddenly became a whole lot more important when he realized it likely used to be part of Charles’ collection too.
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Bebe @digitalracingbabe
Guys we are being fed again!!!
[One picture attached to the tweet: Charles and Max in the cafe earlier. This one is taken from behind Max, but you can look over his shoulder and see how Charles’ face is split in a smile, his eyes sparkling. If you zoom in on the bottom, you can see that their feet touch.]
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Lalisaaa @mvfan
NAWHHH HAVE YOU SEEN THAT LOOK IN HIS EYESSS
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Ugh @ferrarifury
Are they playing footsie????
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Ana @lestappenarchive
Charles and Max have been spotted at a local café in Monaco. They seem to be on a coffee date after a workout, considering the clothes and the damp hair.
[One picture attached to the tweet: the picture seems to have been made from the entrance of the café. It’s crowded but in the center you can see Max and Charles, holding hands as they seem to make their way to the person holding the camera. They both don’t look particularly happy, but there is a red flush on their cheeks.]
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Coco @notthemelon
Workout? Is that what we call looking all sexed out these days?
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Demi @x_demi_x
And WHY are we still swarming these boys can we please leave them alone
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Cs55fan @carrrrlito
No everyone’s asking the wrong questions, where is the mating bite???
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When he wakes up from his unplanned nap, Max is aware that the shower is turned off. He can hear Charles walk around, but the man is probably getting dressed. Five minutes later the footsteps have stopped, but Charles still hasn’t come out of the bathroom.
An unsettling feeling starts to spread through Max. To get to his bathroom, people need to go through his bedroom. He never thought of the layout as awkward until now. But if Charles isn’t showering anymore and should totally be done with everything else by now, if Max managed a nap, what is he doing?
Getting up and leaving his nest as it was, he walks to his bedroom door and opens it.
The sight that greets him makes him freeze, feeling like he got drenched by a bucket of ice water. Charles is sitting on his bed, the hoodie in his hands. But when he looks closer, he notices something that could’ve been part of his latest wet dreams.
Charles doesn’t just hold the hoodie in his hands, but has his nose pressed into it. Not simply smelling it but inhaling the scent that must cling to it.
The alpha must be so in his own world that he only looks up when Max clears his throat. It might have been funny in a different universe but Max can only look at how Charles’ eyes are glazed and notice how the pants he lent him look too tight.
“You sleep with it?” Charles’ sounds insecure, looking up at him with big eyes but not keeping eye contact for more than a second.
“Yes,” Max answers, stepping closer to his bed.
“Is it really mine?”
Taking a deep breath, Max nods. “When we met I recognized your scent, I think it really was yours, but it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”
“Do you,” Charles fully looks away now, trying again, “Did you want it to keep smelling like me?”
Max thinks about how awful he felt coming out of his heat, longing for a scent that completely got lost in the stench of his own cum and slick. What that might mean, when that longing is still there now he knows the owner of the scent.
“Yes,” he admits, feeling vulnerable, even though Charles looks small on the bed. “It got me through my heat.”
He doesn’t miss Charles’ intake, and now they do look each other in the eyes. Max doesn’t know how to say it, what to do to make it clear how he feels. How he wants but doesn’t dare, how he needs but doesn’t know if he’s also needed, if he has to be afraid of this solely being physical because of their scents or if there is more, if there is a chance that they could love each other, make memories, grow old together.
Max is close to just giving up, make himself move on and get out when Charles makes the choice for him. Charles abandons the hoodie on the bed and Max can’t help but lean in when the alpha steps into his space.
“My hoodie got you through your heat,” Charles repeats, smile slowly growing and growing, confidence seeping into the man’s whole being, “And here I thought you still disliked me.”
“I’ve stopped disliking you since the first coffee,” Max admits, “I just thought you were trying to be nice because of the interview.”
“I asked Lando if we could meet so I could apologize, but once I had done so I was thinking of different excuses I could make to see you again,” Charles tells him.
“Why didn’t you? I never heard anything from you,” he asks, slightly pouting. They could have been dating, could have been making memories already.
“I didn’t dare to,” Charles closes in on him, “But I do dare to do this.”
Charles’ lips touch his and Max finds his hands in the alpha’s hair, enjoying the scent of him while the kiss goes from sweet and soft to intense and a bit messy. He has his thigh in between Charles’ leg and can feel his erection, and when he breathes in between kisses the scent of the both of them overwhelms him.
Slowly, with every kiss they step closer to the bed. Charles’ eyes seem to be smiling and Max wants to memorize the sight. He enjoys sliding his hands from Charles’ hair to the warm skin under the shirt he’s wearing, pulling him closer. It’s only when Charles’ hand is about to dip into his shorts that Max stops him.
“Tell me,” Charles asks, face suddenly worried and Max won’t have that. Instead he kisses the worried pout of those lips.
“I’m all dirty, and I won’t have this happen while you’re freshly showered and I still smell like our run,” he says, annoyed that he’s not showered too.
“You smell like yourself, and you have no idea what that does to me,” Charles says, pulling Max closer again. “It’s so fucking hot, it drives me crazy.”
The kiss they share next is all tongue and bites, they tug at each other until they fall on the bed together. Max’s being pressed into the mattress, Charles’ weight like a blanket on top of him and their crotches brush with every move.
“Believe me now?” Charles asks, as he grinds into Max on purpose.
“O god,” Max moans, “Okay yes fine, but we’re showering again.”
“I’ll do anything if it means more time with you.”