F1 Driver X Driver

Sky High Cuddles - Charles x Max

Max was sleeping soundly with his head resting on his boyfriend's shoulder.
He wasn’t a huge fan of flying.
Not being the one in control of the huge aircraft paired with stomach-dropping turbulence had never been his thing. So Max often liked to sleep when on his private jet, as a way to pass the time.

Max had his air pods in and had been asleep since Canada. Peaceful music played in his ears; his breathing was slow and rhythmic.
At this rate, he'd sleep the entire flight back to Monaco.

This might have been the case should Max have not been rudely awoken.
The soft tugging of his hair was the thing that caused Max to blink open his heavy eyelids.
Letting out a long breath, Max sat up, rubbing his eyes with closed fists.

"Oh no, Max, did I wake you?" Charles gasped from beside him.
"Huh?" Max mumbled groggily. Blinking through his sleep-clouded eyes, Max turned to look at Charles. He was looking at Max with a sorry expression. The Dutchman noticed he was wearing those black glasses he loved. They made Charles look so cute.

"Max?" Charles giggled. "Wh-what? Sorry, baby." Max mumbled blinking his ocean blue eyes unable to get rid of the sleepy haze clouding them.

"I said I'm sorry for waking you." Charles smiled. Max finally got through his cloudy eyes and focused on Charles' sweet, well-structured face.

God, he loved him...

"You were sleeping but you're hair looked so fluffy. I just had to play with it." Charles giggled. Max grinned up at him, unable to believe how cute he was.

"What?" Charles mumbled, almost becoming shy. Max continued to gaze up at Charles with his cheesy grin.

"You are so cute," He chuckled, reaching his hand up to cup the side of Charles's face. They were both wearing big smiles as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft but slow kiss.
Butterflies shot through Charles's stomach even after being with Max for over a year.
He still felt giddy every time the older driver would wave at him when they were in the paddock. He would laugh when Max attempted a flirty wink or gave him a cringy grin while Charles was in interviews. He would get a rush at the way Max would steal risky kisses when no one was looking. Charles loved the way Max was so protective and caring, the way Max would hold him tightly any chance he got. But most of all he loved how Max loved him. A passion he'd never experienced.

Max slowly moved his hand into Charles’s hair, and they melted into each other's lips. Charles had a firm grip on Max's strong bicep, smiling against his lips for a moment. Their lips parted and Max lent his head against Charles'. He sighed contently, his eyes closed.

"I love you," Max murmured, pressing a peck against Charles' lips.
Charles too sighed happily.

"J'adore you too." Charles chuckled.
Smiling widely Max pulled Charles closer to him so he was cuddled against his broad chest. He rested his chin against Charles' feathery hair and closed his eyes.

"Sleep well, my love," Charles whispered unlocking his phone.

"Good night baby," Max mumbled, already drifting off.