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wrong room || MV1 & CL16

pre-season testing

Room 52A, what the hell was that, max thought as he walked over to the elevator. He had just arrived here at the pre-season testing in Bahrain. Unlike most of the other drivers Max had decided to arrive today and not already yesterday.

He didn't need a day to relax and fully arrive, it was just testing after all so it wouldn't really matter if he was a bit tired during the driving today. On the little board in the elevator he managed to find his floor.

Arriving on the fifth floor Max pushed his suitcase through the corridor, looking for the number 52, which he quickly found. What's with that stupid letter at the end he thought and looked between the card in his hand to the door, with the golden 52 on it.

The Dutch just shook his head and opened the door with the key card. To his surprise behind that he found another tiny corridor, with a door just to his right. Different country, different hotel Max thought and opened the second door.

Behind it was already a suitcase, a red one and Max was confused. Curious he let his suitcase next to the one in front of him before walking further into the room. When he turned around a little corner his jaw dropped and he froze in his movement.

On front of him was a bed. With someone on it. A certain Monegasque. Naked. With a purple dildo in his ass. Eyes closed in pleasure. His head back in his neck. Slightly groaning.

Max didn't know what to do, he was just frozen and couldn't even think straight at the picture in front of him. His look went from that perfect ass over the already hard cock to Charles's face. That was the moment where the Monegasque opened his eyes.

He also froze immediately and stopped the movement with his hand around the long sex toy. Even though it were just seconds it felt like hours, for the both of them, before Charles grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself.

"S... Sorry, wrong room." Max stuttered and stumbled backwards to his suitcase and the exit.

The Monegasque was too shocked, his head red like his Ferrari, he couldn't say anything.

Max nearly fell over his suitcase as he rushed it out into the little corridor again, before quickly closing that door. Like in trance he looked around and at the end of this tiny corridor there was another door, with a big A on it.

Quickly he entered his room, the right one this time and let himself fell on the big bed. The moments of before still playing in his mind. The Dutch shook his head, trying to think of something else, but it didn't seem to work, so he decided to take a cold shower.

The water was running down his hair and body, his eyes closed while he held himself with his hands against the grey tiles.

"Fuck." Max groaned as the image of Charles didn't want to leave his mind.

The Monegasque had looked so pretty with that dildo inside him, his slightly red cheeks and the slight moans that had escaped his mouth. All these little details were brandmarkt into Max's mind like he had inspected it for hours, even though it had just been a moment.

As he opened his eyes again and looked down, he saw his own member showing the excitement it felt during these thoughts. Standing half hard against his thigh Max couldn't hold back the urge to wrap his hand around.