One night stand

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Couldn't be arsed to write smut so here you are

As Max stomps into the motorhome, he slams the door behind him, making Charles jump. "What the hell was that out there?" Max growls, his fists clenched at his sides.

"What do you mean?" Charles tries to play dumb, but he knows exactly what Max is referring to.

"Don't play games with me, Charles. You caused that crash. You cost me the race." Max's eyes are blazing with anger.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Max. I lost control of the car." Charles knows he's lying, but he can't bring himself to admit that he did it because he was too focused on beating Max.

Max lets out a bitter laugh. "You lost control? That's rich. You did it because you're obsessed with beating me."

Charles can feel the anger rising within him. "You're one to talk, Max. You've been obsessed with beating me from the moment we met."

The argument escalates, voices getting louder and more heated until finally, exhausted and emotional, they find themselves in bed together

As Max lays there, admiring Charles' peaceful slumber, he can't help but feel a rush of emotions. He traces the love bites on his body and smiles, thinking about the passion they shared the night before. He leans in, brushing his lips against Charles' cheek and whispers sweet nothings, telling him how much he loves him.

The golden hue of the morning sun creeps in through the window, reminding them of the early hour. Max watches as Charles slowly oopens his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. They stare at each other, lost in their love, until Charles finally speaks.

"Good morning, my love." Charles says, his voice still sleepy.

"Good morning." Max whispers back, his heart overflowing with love.

They lay there in each other's arms, taking in the moment, before getting up and starting their day, their love stronger than ever before.

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