"MAMA! Loosen... the tie... a bit... please," I managed to squeeze out as my mum had now tied the tie a bit too tight to my liking - or my throat anyway. "Ohh, don't be so soft! The tie sits perfectly, but okay, whatever you want," my mum replied. "Merci Mama, we have to hurry though, our arrival is scheduled in 20 minutes," I said to her, implying the need for my mum to quickly finish up in the bathroom, as our limo-, taxi- kind of thing waited for us outside the lobby of the hotel.
A couple of minutes later my mum casually walked out of the bathroom, "Come on mon bébé, are you ready?" She asked me. I chose not to answer it, but my mum's personality shined through though. Always in control, always everything. Like she was the fucking queen of the world. But, she was my mum, and I had invited her to the Prize Giving, as I had done many times before.
When we stepped out into the cold December evening, the splash of fresh Parisian air hit me and cleared my mind for the evening. I knew I had to contain myself, whenever Max was around. Since the date at the restaurant just a couple of days before, Max and I had been texting an awful lot. But it had been nice. It had been calming and most importantly, it had been exciting and fun. We had spent hours upon hours just texting, and it never got boring. We got to know all about each others lives, and it was an amazing time. But, sadly, we didn't have the time to meet up again before today, so I was nervous to see how we would act around each other. Because, I knew for myself at least, all I wanted to do was to hug him again. I hadn't washed the hoodie that I was wearing that night, when we hugged - twice even. All this was still beyond my belief, and I had pinched myself to make sure it was real.
I was suddenly woken up from my daydreaming, when my mum snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "Charles! What on earth are you dreaming about? We're here now, so you better put that away," she said and looked sternly at my eyes. Of course, she was right, public appearance mattered. I quickly out the thoughts in the back of my head and stepped out of the car, when the door opened. As we stood at the entrance, the cameras flashed all at once, making me sure at some point that I had gone blind. But when the white light cleared from my eyes, Max appeared in front of me, like had an angel flown down from the sky and cured my blindness.
"Hey Max, how are you?" I asked while shaking his hand, knowing that my mum stood right behind us. "I'm very well, thank you Charles. Why don't we head inside? It's freezing out here," he said. As he motioned for us and our companions - I could see he brought his father and Victoria along with her boyfriend, Tom - to go inside, I could feel a small caress on the back of my hand, and I couldn't help but let the spark of electricity once again flow through my body.
As we found our spots, we were - or I was at least - almost shocked to learn that Max and me would be sat at the same table with Kevin Magnussen rounding up the table. We greeted Kevin, who seemed to have brought his father. Although Kevin didn't compete this year, it was nice to see him still invited. As our parents got into chattering with Kevin and company, Max lightly leaned over towards me and whispered in my ear, "Come meet me in the restroom in 2 minutes." I felt myself getting a tad aroused, and simply nodded slightly at Max, who now disappeared in to the dark.
When a bit of time had passed, I excused myself, mentioning I should probably head to the toilet before the ceremony started. I started to walk towards the restroom almost briskly. Once I got there, I opened the door, and let myself in. It was a big restroom with approximately 15 stalls, as we found ourselves in the underground shopping mall Caroussel du Louvre. But I was not afraid to be caught, as the place had of course been locked up to make space for the ceremony. Suddenly Max appeared from behind, closing the door after himself and slipping his arms around my waist. I let myself fall into the embrace and breathed out heavily, immediately feeling more relaxed, as Max started to caress my arms. "How are you, Charles?" He asked in a soothing voice. "I'm good now that I'm with you," I cheekily responded. I turned around so that we faced each other, and we looked into each others' eyes, and I could see a smile form on Max's face. We didn't say anything else. We both knew what the situation was and how it affected us. This mutual understanding was merely one of the many things, which I found in Max. And I knew Max felt the same way.
After a couple of minutes embraced in each other, the slightly taller Max pulled away, but not away away. He looked at me and he slowly put his hand behind my head and pulled me in. When our lips touched, I could feel the excitement in my body. The kiss was soft and rather short, but it was everything I ever dreamed about. Max's lips felt so nice and warm, and his hand worked wonders in my hair. When we eventually pulled out from the kiss, none of us could hide the excitement and joy, so we both started laughing. "Max... that was... I mean... It was so... wow, " I managed to stutter out between my chuckles, until the wow-feeling hit me, and I immediately felt serious again, craving more so to speak. "I know Charles. I had this planned the entire time since the restaurant. I wanted our first kiss to be perfect," he mentioned. I had no idea, but somehow this made me love him even more... wait hold on, WHAT? Love him...? At once, I shook the thought out of my head, smiled at him and said, "Wow Max, I had no idea. It certainly was perfect though, I can tell you that. Howbeit, you shouldn't have gone through so much planning. Everything with you involved is perfect," I said to him making him blush. I quickly pecked him on the lips to let him know I was still here.
"We should head back, don't you think? We wouldn't want to make them worried out there, right?" I said to Max, who quickly nodded joined in with a yeah. As we headed towards the door to the restroom, Max held my hand and squeezed it, and I smiled back at him.
As soon as we reentered the ceremony, we put on our poker faces and rejoined the table, as if the things, which happened back there, never happened at all. The ceremony started, and FIA President Jean Todt held his last Prize Giving-speech. As the evening progressed awards were handed out - including Max's - and it was all in all a very enjoyable evening.
Once we got back home to our hotel, my mum and I had agreed to relax a bit in the bar before we headed off to bed. I ordered a Martini, and my mum ordered a whisky. "Thank you for letting me come this year as well, mon bébé," my mum said to me smiling as she relaxed a bit into the lesser formal setting of the hotel bar. "Of course Mama, you know I always invite you. Too bad Lorenzo couldn't join us today though," I said back to her.
"I know," she said to me, knowing how hard it had hit me, when Lorenzo got sick yesterday, as I really wanted him to come. He had never come to these things before, as he was quite private and didn't enjoy the spotlight, but he had promised me that this time he would. "Although Charles... what were you and Max doing?" She asked out of the blue. I was shocked that she had noticed, and I could feel I started to sweat, as my min tried to come up with logical possibilities.
"Oh, nothing, we just happened to go to the restroom at the same time, and then we stumbled upon Lando, who we chatted a bit with," I said, hoping it would rest with my mum. She seemed to acknowledge it and nodded.
When we finished our drinks, we headed into our hotel rooms. My mum's was right beside mine. As I laid myself down on the bed, I contemplated what had happened with my mum at the bar. I had never thought about that side of it until now. How the questions would start to mount, and how I would deal with it. I knew all I wanted to was to be with Max, but I didn't want to deal with the consequences of it. It all became too much for me, and I started to cry. That night I cried myself to sleep.
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Author's note:
Alright, that's the next chapter done. I found it really sweet and innocent in a way, which just warmed my heart. As always please comment what you think - your feedback is what keeps me going in the first place. And also helps me to become a better writer. This is my first work after all:)
-Robert
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Фанфик*NOT CONTINUED* When Max Verstappen wins the 2021 WDC, Charles Leclerc is feeling angry and disappointed in himself. Max had won a WDC before him. But amidst this anger, lies a magnetising attraction towards Max. But how does Charles deal with it? ...
