The way you make me feel - Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc

TWO

A/N:  Just want to let you know that the events and the order of races are completely made up, it may make no sense, so don't come after me😊 Also sorry for the long wait on this chapter but it was my birthday weekend so I had to celebrate and party! Enjoy the chapter!

Charles is sitting on the private jet, on his way to the next F1 race. He was sitting by himself at the back of the plane while his teammate Carlos and their managers and trainers were sitting in the front. Charles wasn't in the mood to socialize and make small talk, he just wanted to be by himself. Carlos occasionally looked over at Charles, concerned about his teammate who wasn't acting like himself, it had been like this for a while now. For the past few months, Charles was acting different but Carlos couldn't put his finger on what it was. When Carlos tried to talk to Charles about it, he would just shrug it off. Carlos turned away from Charles and participated in the conversation again.

Even though Charles was sitting on the back of the plane, he was the first one to come off. He quickly made his way to the car that was provided by the team so he could go to his hotel. He didn't wait for Carlos or his trainer, he just grabbed his bags and took off. He dropped the key of his car off with the valet and quickly checked into the hotel, fortunately for him, there weren't any fans outside so Charles could anonymously make his way through the hotel.

Charles sighed as he was finally enveloped in the security of his hotel room. He dropped his bag in the corner of the room and laid himself down on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, he wasn't feeling like himself, he didn't know what was going on. Well actually he did, but he didn't want to admit it. Charles didn't want to admit that he was having an affair with his on-track title rival. He didn't want to admit that he was cheating on his girlfriend. He didn't want to admit that he is probably gay. And he certainly didn't want to admit that he was in love with Max Verstappen. F1 is such a masculine sport, it feels like homosexuality in F1 is still not done. People don't talk about it and it scares Charles. Charles knows that Pierre and Lando are in a relationship but they also keep their relationship out of the media.  

Max and Charles were rivals on the track, they raced hard but fair. They've had their fair share of crashes while racing but something a few months ago changed. They were arguing after a crash and suddenly their tongues were battling for dominance. Charles chuckled at the memory of their first kiss, the idea that Charles was trying to dominate Max. Max was always dominant, or trying to be and Charles let him. The thought of Max brought shivers and excitement through his body. Charles let out a shaky breath, he felt the blood flow to his length, crap. Charles looked at his phone, it would be a while until Charlotte would arrive, she still had an exam so she would take a later flight.

Fuck it, Charles thought as he quickly stripped himself of his clothes. He turned on the shower and stepped inside the cubicle. He closed his eyes as he felt the warm water fall over his head. Charles was sensitive, so sensitive it felt like he could feel all the individual water drops cascade down his body. Charles rested his head against the cold tiles of the wall, his right hand brushing through his hair, the wet strands sticking to his forehead. His breathing became heavier with the second, his hand trailed down his own chest, and he felt his abs tense when his fingertips danced over them. Charles felt his own V line, the soft hairs that showed the path down to the place where he wanted attention so bad right now. A small moan left his mouth when he finally wrapped his hand around his shaft. He slowly moved his hand up and down, he could feel the veins running up and down his length. His breathing was rapid when he imagined Max here with him right now. He could see Max's face in his mind, he could hear his voice moaning in his ears, he could taste his cum on his tongue and he could feel his hand on his body teasing and punishing him.

Charles was imagining that Max was here right now. He felt tingles run up and down his body, but he wanted Max to be the one who made his body tingle like this. Charles was a moaning mess when his high approached, he felt the pressure in his dick build up to the point he couldn't hold it in any longer, just when he was about to explode, his phone rang, "Shit," He whispered to himself. He picked his phone up from the bathroom counter seeing it was Charlotte calling. "Hey ," Charles said as he picked up the phone trying to control his heavy breathing. "Hey, babe!" A chirpy voice called from across the phone. "Did I interrupt a workout? You sound out of breath?" Charles bit on his bottom lip, crap. "No, of course not. What's up, babe," Charles stepped out of the shower and quickly threw on a pair of boxers and shorts while he was on the phone with his girlfriend who was sitting in a taxi on her way to the hotel where Charles was also staying in.

The next morning Charles and Charlotte made their way to the track. Charlotte welcomed the warm Spanish sun that was eating up her skin as they walked from the car to the paddock entrance. Charlotte grabbed Charles' hand and intertwined their fingers, she could feel his sweaty palm but thought it was because of nerves for the weekend. She squeezed his hand, making him look up at her, he gave her a small tight-lipped smile as he let go to get through the gate.

Charles looked around the paddock and waved at some fans and photographers. He took the sunglasses off his nose and put them on top of his head so he could see more clearly. His eyes locked with Max's brown eyes when he scanned the Red Bull hospitality, he could see his fists that formed at his sides. Oh boy, Max was angry and Charles instantly knew that he would be punished. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of Max punishing him, but Charles also knew that it would take a few days before the two of them could get a moment of alone time, which would make Max even angrier. Charles shook it off as he left Charlotte at the hospitality suite and made quickly walked to the media center where he is needed for the press conference.

Charles greeted George, Lando, and Daniel before taking his seat, he looked around the room to see who the last driver was who would join them and to his dismay, it was Max Verstappen. Max gave everyone a fist bump before he sat down in the middle, next to Charles. The tension could be cut with a knife, when the first question was asked. It seemed like this press conference wouldn't come to an end. Charles was bored and he was zoned out until he felt a certain pair of fingers trail up his thigh Max was going to make Charles suffer and Charles knew it. Charles tried to act as normal as he possibly could but Max was having non of it. Max wanted to torture Charles and he didn't care if anyone would notice. Charles felt his breathing pick up, the budge in his joggers growing with each stroke that Max's fingers gave him.

"Stop!" Charles hissed at Max, but Max didn't even glance at him. Max moved his hand over the waistband of the joggers that Charles was wearing. His fingers danced over Charles' smooth stomach making their way to his boxers. Charles gasped and it made all eyes turn to the Monegasque. Charles felt his cheeks heat up and cleared his throat as he looked at the reporters who were waiting for him to answer a question he hadn't heard. "Sorry, what was the question?" Charles said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He gave Max an annoyed look which only made Max smirk and grips his thigh harder. Charles tried his hardest to focus on the reporter but Max's wandering hands made Charles excited, it felt dirty to be doing this here where anyone could see, "My question is how do stay so focused on racing with all the distractions of media and fans, what keeps you grounded."

Charles decided to make Max jealous, mad Max always resulted in the best sex. "Well first of all my family keeps me in check, because I grew up in a racing family, everyone knows how this world works. And to be honest, if I ever would act cocky my mother would come after me," The crowd laughed and Charles just chuckled at his own remark. "And my friends, of course, I'm blessed with a loving group of friends who I know from middle school and kindergarten and of course my girlfriend, she is the sweetest and comes around to many races. I'm blessed to have her by my side." The interviewer nodded his head and sat down again, Charles had a small smirk on his lips when Max moved his hand into Charles' boxers. Charles bit on his lip because he knew what was going to come. Max felt his anger boil as Charles mentioned Charlotte, he tightly gripped Charles' shaft causing Charles to gasp silently.

The questions were directed to one of the other guys and while Charles tried to keep his composure. Max just listened and nodded his head once in a while while he played with Charles. He moved his hand up and down the shaft, sometimes squeezing Charles' length to try and get a reaction out of him. Charles felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten, Max picked up the speed when he felt drops of precome on the tip. He moved his thumb over the tip to spread the few droplets before moving his hand over the shaft again. Charles' legs began to tingle and spasm as he felt his orgasm near, his breathing picked up and he when he was about to come he masked his moan by coughing.

Charles and Max looked at each other and Charles blushed as he watched Max lick his fingers clean from his cum. Max leaned in so his lips almost touched Charles' ear. Charles could feel Max's hot breath on the side of his neck, making goosebumps appear, "You're mine." That was the only thing that Max said before he returned his attention back to the press conference. Charles tried to straighten out his composure and looked around if any of the other drivers saw anything. To Charles' dismay, his eyes locked with Lando who just smirked at him before returning his attention to the conversation.