Wildest dreams || Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen (lestappen)

Ending the year on a high

Hé was taking the elevator toward the hotel lobby, Max had invited him to hang out. He had told him over the phone he wanted to thank him for his peptalk back in Monaco a couple weeks back. Aswell as he wanted to celebrate his friend winning the Championship in his rookie year aswell as finally getting in to f1.

Max was already waiting in the lobby seated on one of the couches, flipping through some magazine. When he heard the ding from the elevator he looked up and smiled when he saw Charles coming his way. Max was wearing a simple blue jeans with a plain white button up. But luckily for Charles the dutchman for once wasn't wearing his cap.

'Hey' Max greeted him smiling up at the Monegask. 'You ready for some fun?' 'Always Verstappen!' Charles replied. 'What are the plans?' He asked curious about what the dutchman had planned. 'We're gonna celebrate you Charles!' he said grinning. Obviously not telling him beforehand what he had plannend.
So with that they went on their way. First they went karting. Obviously both being very competitive. So when they ended up even they decided to stop not wanting their competitive nature to stand in the way of their day. After that they went to Ferrari world. Max was now wearing glasses and clothes he never would wear normally. Charles was laughing when Max had stepped out of the bathroom of the petrol station. Not recognising the dutchman at all. Even though he appreciated Max going through all the hassle just for him. Risking being seen at the home of the 'enemy' just because Ferrari was where Charles always dreamed of.

They looked around at the exhibition while they joked around. Riding the fastest roller coaster in the end before they went for dinner. Max had picked a Italian restaurant, perfectly in theme with the rest of the day.
During dinner they talked about a lot of different things. Obviously the last race weekend that was about to start tomorrow and the plans they had during winter break. After that they went to the Burj kalifa and enjoyed the views over the Abu Dhabi night sky.

Before they headed back to their hotel they decided to go for a little walk. The warm breeze ruffling through the palmtrees.
They had been walking for quite a while now. Just chatting together. They now reached a bench at a higher point with a beautiful view over the lighted race track.
They went to sit down for a little bit. 'Thankyou Max, I really enjoyed tonight, I think I haven't had so much fun in months!' He beamed happily at the dutchman. 'You deserve it Charles' he smiled back. 'I'm glad to see you smiling again' Max smiled. 'But honestly Charles even though you had the worst year you somehow managed to make it one of your best. That should be celebrated!' He paused looking down. 'And even when you were going through all that you still helped me, so thank you' he sighed now looking back up at Charles. Charles enveloped Max in to a hug. 'And thankyou for being there for me Maxy. I don't think I would have gotten trough it all without your support.' Max honestly didn't think he did do so much to help Charles in his grieve. But he let it slide cause apparently his text and sometimes checking in was something that had helped the Monegask.

They hugged for a while before they slowly pulled back. Still holding each other's arms. They could feel their warm breaths on their faces. Noses almost touching. Charles looked down to Max's lips and looking back in to those beautiful blue eyes again. He bit his lip. 'Charles i...' Max started before he was cut off Charles's lips pushed on his. It was soft, it was tender. Their lips plush against the other. Charles was feeling fireworks explode. But when he didn't feel Max kiss back he pulled away. Looking in Max's eyes, afraid he would meet blue eyes full of anger. But that wasn't what he saw. Max's eyes were full of hope and lust. Before Charles knew it the gap between them was closed again. This time by Max. Holding his hands on his cheeks, warm strong fingers on his neck. Pushing their lips forcefully together. Them moving ensync. Charles now begging for entrance with one hand on Max's cheek and one on his shoulder. Slowly and sloppy exploring the other. It was firework going off.

A moment a decade in the making. All the emotions of the last 10 years poured in to this kiss. After a while they parted both panting while catching their breaths still holding eachother. Charles was lingering in the moment his eyes closed as he smiled. Before his eyes shot open. Max had let go of him and was now standing next to the bench hyperventilating. His eyes wide with fear and tears. 'I can't do this, he is gonna kill me, I'm not gay, I'm not a faggot, your a fucking piece of shit Max' Max was talking angrily toward himself. Pulling on his hair. Charles felt tears form in his eyes. For a second he thought he read it al wrong and overstepped by kissing the dutchman and that Max regretted kissing him. But the man in front of him was having a panick attack . His breathe getting more shallow with every word of self loathing he added. Charles felt sad and scared for Max. Afraid he was going to pass out any minute now. So he stood up and took a step toward the dutchman who flinched at the movement. 'Max is it okay if I step forward?' He asked softly. Max was cought off guard and nodded still taking big shallow breaths. 'Is it okay if I touch you?' Charles added not moving until he got the confirmation from Max that I was okay. He put his hand on the back of the dutchman who felt like he was burning up under his white button up. 'Shhhh Maxy, it's okay' he coed trying to calm him down. Rubbing soothing cirkels on his back. After a while the Dutchman's breath's got steadier. Charles once again wrapped his arms around Max. Just holding him, offering the other some form of comfort.
After I while he heard Max whisper to him barely audiable 'I'm sorry, I ruined everything' quite sobs nuzzled in to his shoulder. 'Shhh don't be' Charles said still rubbing soothing circles on the slightly older boys back. 'You didn't ruin anything'