Jealousy raising~ Charles Leclerc

Jealousy rasing

It's time for a French GP.
Charles invited you to support him and be there for him, so as Pierre. It's his home race and you couldn't miss it.

Charles qualified on pole, so he was in a really good mood and you wanted to wish him good luck before the race, so you sneaked around to get to his driver's room as he was changing. You came in without knocking.

Yn: Looking good in that race suit!

You smiled at him as he was zipping his suit up.

Charles:Not looking bad yourself neither

He smirked at you and you got straight away how nervous he was, he knew he has to win today to keep up with Max. He was so unlucky this year, it made it even harder for him to accept. After every bad race you were there for him, you would have sex and he would pretend the race didn't happen, he kept it all in himself, no matter how many times you wanted to talk to him, he would not accept it. He always said „Let's just made me forget about it." and you couldn't say no to his hungry green eyes.

You came closer to him and gave him a hug.

Yn:Hey, everything will be alright, you will get in that car, you will do what you can do the best and you will win that race, don't worry

Charles: Yn don't say that, you are just giving me hope, what if-

You interrupt his words.

Yn:Don't think about what if's, that will bring you only down

You look at him and go lightly over his cheek, you would love to kiss him and say to him how much you love him and support him, but he made it pretty clear as you began that he doesn't want any kind of relationship with anyone, instand you said the words which a good friend would say.

Yn: You are the best driver in the world Charles Leclerc, go there and show them.

He just gave you a light nod and took a step back to get his helmet and prepare for the race.

As he got out, you took a seat on his sofa and got your head in your hands. You thought so many times of ending this whole thing with him, but you need him. You love him. And if that meant that he would just kind of „use" you, you still wanted to be there for him.

But it was getting harder and harder, to you sex meant every time more and more, you were on the end.

The race started, Charles had a good start, he maintained his position until 19 lap, he was just talking to his dumb team about the strategy, what made him lose his concentration and make a mistake, you heard him.

His breathing. His pain. His sadness in the „NO" he screamed on the radio. His disappointment.

You knew how much he needed this win, how much he craved it. It's going to be hard time.

You screamed in the garage.

Yn:HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES CAN YOU MAKE HIM PAY FOR SOMETHING HE DOESN'T DESERVE. I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT.

You threw the headphones away, you got to his driver's room and got his message

„Meet me at my apartment. Get on the way now. I'll get the interviews done and than I'll come too. The keys are in the garden, under the second plant pot."

You just answered with a simple one.

„I'll be there, drive safe, please."

He didn't even answer anything, you knew how bad it was. You drove back to his apartment and got in, now you have to wait.

After 30 minutes you heard a key unlocking the door, you jumped up and saw him. You run up to him.

Yn:Charles, are you oka-