BITTERSWEET (M.V x C.L)

Can you forgive me? - Charles and Max

Charles's POV:

It didn't take long to get to Max's apartment block. Especially, when my pace was seemingly just as fast as my car. I welcomed Carlos's advice. It didn't seem right to compare our situations, but still it left an impact on me, which was exactly the reason for my presence just outside the door. 

But in that moment, it hit me. Was I really ready to walk in to the guy, whom I loved so much, and face reality. Because one possibility that kept occurring ring in my head was the prospect of Max's continued disapproval of out relationship. I reminded myself that what we had shared these past few months was nothing short of a fairytale. I had never imagined myself to suddenly end up in the Max Verstappen's bed. And those thoughts let me to believe that he couldn't, by any means, just have frozen me off. 

I took a deep breath and entered the building and quickly found myself in the elevator, which in all strangeness symbolically put a hell of a lot of weight on my shoulders. On top of that, an increased heartbeat was catching me up, and I could feel the pores in my body getting ready to release the sweat that was forming inside of me. The elevator now stopped and opened its doors. I stepped out and turned left down towards Max's flat. It was at the far back of the hall and a lot larger than the rest. When I finally arrived at the door, after what felt like an eternity, I yet again froze and contemplated about whether to turn around and avoid this confrontation or stay. However, that was far too late, as Max now opened the door and was left just as speechless, as I was. He must have seen my on the surveillance, I thought.

After a couple of minutes, Max stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him. "Charles," he said, before he swamped me in a hug, which I happily but confused accepted. It took me a while to relax in the hug, but Max didn't seem to care, which ultimately let me fall into the hug. It was nice to cuddle up to him again, the smell of his perfume being so familiar and relaxing. I could hear that he began to breathe a bit heavier, and thus I pulled him back to reveal a face in tears. I had never seen Max like this before - not tears of this sort anyway - broken and emotionally drained.

Without another word, Max turned and opened the door. He took my hand and let me inside of the flat. The sight of the flat brought back memories, which I was prepared to let go off. Apparently, it hit us both, as I could feel Max squeeze my hand. I gently caressed his hand in return to let him know that I was here, and that I wouldn't walk away. He guided me to the couch, and sat me down, before he took a seat on the small coffee table opposite me.

Max's POV:

Not even a thousand words could compress the emotions that I felt at the moment. What Tom had said to me that day stille stuck in my head, and now here I was, facing the moment I had dreaded since the morning with Daniel. I think Charles understood that, as he looked at me and smiled. I had to gather a lot of courage to start the conversation, but Charles just sat there patiently, awaiting me. That was one of the things, which I had learned to love about Charles apart from the very physical traits that got my heart pounding of course.

"Charles, I... I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry Charlie," I said.
"It's okay, Max... well, it's not entirely okay, but I get it, I feel you," he replied back. It actually shook me how straightforward he was, which could only mean that he too had prepared for this moment and wanted to take the conversation without bullshit. In some way, I approved of that. No more lies, no more hidden fears. All that mattered now to me was him.
"I was so stupid that morning. I should never have done that to you, you deserved better."
"I love you, Max, to the moon and back again. And I think that I have loved you for the most part of my life, since we playfully pushed each other around the karting track, when we were kids. I may not have known it was attraction but something was definitely different with you. And when we collided in the elevator that night in Abu Dhabi, I thought to myself that I would never get you. You did not have an interest in me - or not in that way to be sure. But the you mirrored my feelings, and my knees went jelly-like out of pure excitement."
"I don't know what to say, Charles..."
"No, let me get to my point, Maxy. So, when that morning came to haunt us, I felt my world collapse on top of me. But in the rubbles of that collapse, I also saw fire. A fire burning to keep some light in the dark. And Carlos so kindly reminded me that that fire must never be put out, which was why I came here. Because, deep down I think that we love each other so much that we can never truly hurt each other. We can fight, we can cry, laugh and love. But we can never cut each other off. And I don't want to."

"Oh, Charlie... I've missed you," I said, as I moved my hands up and down his arms, now crying out of joy to be able to touch him again. His forehead now came to rest on mine, and our hands intertwined. "Can you forgive me, Charles?"
"Of course I can Max Verstappen. We are meant to be together, and could never imagine my life without you now. We're stuck with each other now, for good," he said, which caused us to chuckle a bit between our sobs, snuffles and laughs all at once.
"Thank you, Charlie. Merci mon chéri," I said, adding the last part in my somewhat less understandable French. It caused a heartfelt chuckle from Charles, who now leant in closer, so that our lips were only inches apart. My breath intensified, as I could feel Charles's breath on my mouth. 

After a while like this, caressing his cheek with my eyes closed, I leant in an joined our lips, closing the last bit of space between us. It might have been the longest kiss, I had ever experienced, but then my tongue asked Charles for permission to enter, and he didn't hesitate to give it, our lips now clashing for dominance. It caused the both of us to moan softly, which aroused me quite a bit. I will not let anything get in the way of my Charlie now, I thought to myself, as I slipped my hand up under his shirt and felt his toned abs, Charles now kissing down my neck. 

"Do you wanna... take this... to the bedroom?" I asked, moaning in between my words, as Charles had found my sweet spot.
"Are you sure, Maxy?" He replied back.
"Yes. I love you Charles," I managed to say seriously, before we got up from the couch.

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Author's note:

Hey guys, sorry for the time gap since the last chapter. But, this chapter was also difficult to write, so please give me your thoughts, and let's see where this leads them in the next chapter. If it's not obvious, then I will try to conjure up my first smut-chapter, so bear with me if it takes some time.

With that said, I can't believe this is the 14th chapter done. I seriously never thought that I would keep going with it, but you are the reason for it, so thank you❤️❤️

-Robert