Max was tracing the tip of his finger over Charles' naked stomach, occasionally making little hearts. Charles was doing the same on Max's back that was still covered in the white shirt. Their legs were tangled together.
Max's fingers were making words on Charles' skin.
I am yours.
Charles somehow didn't notice what he was writing. Maybe that was good. Max knew it was soon, too soon, to tell Charles stuff like that, even though they had known each other for 15 years or so. Max was his, max knew that for for sure. Even if Charles did not want Max to be his, or even if this would not last. Max just knew that this version of him, in this moment, will always belong to Charles, no matter what happened in the future.
"What are you thinking about?" Charles asked barely above a whisper.
"What makes you think I'm thinking about something?" Max said not wanting to tell him.
"It's in your eyes" Charles said.
"I was thinking about you, me and the future" Max admitted.
"Why?" He put a finger under Max's chin to make him look up.
"Because it scares me."
"Let me tell you want thing. The future doesn't exist yet, you can create it in the way you want." Charles was trying to comfort him, even when he himself wasn't so sure about the future either. Max had never realized Charles was this wise and was quite surprised when he had said this. However it didn't stop Max from worrying.
I don't know what I want.
He had sunk deep into thoughts again. Charles noticed of course and gave him a little kiss on the top of his head.
"Like I said before. You don't need to know right now." He said before standing up. Max was still on the bed.
He was overthinking everything. Then he felt Charles laying back on the bed. He turned to Charles whom was now only dressed in his underwear. His breath was minty, meaning that he had also already brushed his teeth. Max had been so fed up with his thoughts that he had not even noticed that Charles had been getting ready to go to sleep. Now he had his eyes on the boy next to him, he couldn't think about anything else.
Charles had left the bed, thinking Max had needed a minute to himself. He was also pretty tired. So he decided to brush his teeth and get out of his clothes. He saw Max still staring at the ceiling when he turned to him.
Of course Charles understood what Max was coming from. He himself was scared too. Them being together in any way wasn't exactly the ideal situation, neither did he plan on it. It will never be the ideal situation, he realized that.
When he got down on the bed again he didn't fully realize that he was only in his underwear. He always slept in his underwear and had done it automatically, following his usual routine. Now with Max in his bed he would have probably put something on if he had thought about it.
Charles laid back in the bed on his side, facing Max. They looked each other in the eyes.
"Aren't you scared?" Max asked him, trying to ignore the fact that Charles was almost naked.
"I am." Charles said in a whisper.
It was quiet for a couple of seconds. Until Charles placed a hand on Max's cheek. He kissed him, a long loving kiss.
He helped Max get out of his clothes. Not in a seductive or heated way. More as an act of love. They both got under the white blankets, and held each other.
"I will miss you" Max said in his ear.
A giggle escaped Charles mouth, and he closed his eyes, as he could not imagine Max saying this two weeks ago.
"What's so funny?" Max asked playful.
Charles opened his eyes, looking directly into Max's. "I just realized something." Charles said. Max was waiting for him to continue but he didn't. He squeezed Charles' waist in order to make him speak up. When that didn't work he spoke up.
"What Charles?" He whined.
"It's a secret" Charles said, cuddling even closer to Max if that was even possible.
Max chuckled now too. They gave each other a final kiss, before closing their eyes. Not long after that they fell asleep.
Max had woken up early in the morning. Charles was still asleep next to him. His back was facing Max, Max being the big spoon.
He quietly got out of bed making sure not to wake Charles up. He got his fancy dress pants of the floor and put them on.
I am not going out in my suit.
Of course he also couldn't go out bare chested.
He wouldn't mind, would he?
He thought before making his way to Charles' suitcase. Max pulled out a neatly folded hoodie. It was light grey and said SUMMERLAND in white. He pulled it on. Charles had definitely wore it recently, his scent was still in it.
Max resisted the temptation to take a better look in Charles' suitcase and instead put on his shoes. There was a hotel-branded notepad and pen laying on the bedside table. Max wrote a quick message and placed it on the pillow. He walked over to Charles' side of the bed and placed a soft kis on the top of his head. The he quietly left the room, his bowtie, jacket and shirt under his arm.
He pulled up his, or more like Charles' hood and kept his head down. In that way he walked back to his own hotel.
Charles opened his eyes about two hours later. He felt a very present cold next to him. He turned around. No Max. There was a note on the pillow however.
"I didn't want to wake you up. x M"
He read it again. Max left, without saying goodbye. This had made Charles feeling sad and lonely, but he got it. Max was now already at the airport probably.
He got up and started his morning routine as he normally would. He was also going back home today. So that meant he only had the day by himself before being surrounded by family. He can handle that.
Max had come back to his hotel, packed his stuff and changed into some jeans. He had left on Charles' hoodie. It was comfortable and smelled like Charles, it made him feel less lonely. Then he left to go to the airport.
He was early so he needed to wait a little. He opened instagram, he was normally not on the app very often. He was seeing all kinds of people congratulating him on the championship. Then he couldn't help but look someone up, knowing he had done the same. @charles_leclerc
Damn this man is just incredible.
He looked at some photo's, before opening his discover page again. He scrolled on, occasionally seeing a photo of Charles. He was careful not to like it.
Incoming call Mama <3
"Hi mom" Max answered the phone-call.
"Hi darling, are you already on your way?" His mom asked.
"I'm at the airport, boarding in about 15 minutes." He laughed a little. How could he have picked up the phone, if he had been in the airplane.
"Great, what time are you here?" His mom asked again.
"I'll be at Eindhoven airport in like an hour and fifteen minutes, so home in two hours." He said while calculating.
"I will come pick you up, I missed you."
"You don't have to" he tried, but he knew that his mom would be there anyway.
"I love you honey. Have a safe flight."
"I love you too, mom, see you soon."
Hearing his mom speak had comforted him. He missed her, and couldn't wait to go home. Even if he left something beautiful behind.
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My two scared little puppies saying goodbye... :(
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SILENT (MV x CL)
Fanfiction[currently slow updates] I am so sorry <3 What would happen if a drunk Max Verstappen suddenly calls Charles Leclerc? What did Max mean by the voicemail Charles received from him? Was it all just a drunk accident or could it mean more? A story f...
