Max let out an exasperated groan, his curiosity piqued by Charles's cryptic response. He wanted to know what Charles had said, but Charles reassured him with a playful promise that he would find out later.
Max rolled his eyes at Charles's teasing, but Charles chuckled, calling him out on his attitude. "Don't give me that attitude, Max," he teased, his tone light and affectionate.
Max pouted, feeling a bit sulky as he mumbled in Dutch once again, "Je maakt me gek (You drive Me crazy)," a flirtatious sentence expressing his growing infatuation with Charles.
Charles softly punched Max, teasingly scolding him, "Don't switch languages," he whined playfully, enjoying the playful banter between them.
(Both of them sat in silence for a while,then the heat started to get to max)
Charles glanced at Max, noticing the beads of sweat forming on his face. A cheeky smirk played on Charles's lips as an idea formed in his mind.
"You're sweating quite a bit, Max," Charles remarked, his tone playful yet suggestive.
Max turned to Charles, his expression one of confusion mixed with a hint of embarrassment. He wasn't sure where Charles was going with this.
Charles continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "You should take off your shirt."
Max's face instantly turned crimson, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the suggestion. Charles couldn't help but laugh at how quickly Max became flustered, finding amusement in his friend's reaction.
"What?" Max exclaimed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.
Charles shrugged nonchalantly, a playful grin on his face. "Maybe you'll stop sweating so much," he teased, enjoying the playful banter between them.
Max covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment behind his palms, his cheeks still tinged with a deep shade of red.
After a bit of playful persuasion, Charles finally managed to convince Max to take off his shirt. As Max hesitantly complied, Charles admired his friend's physique, taking in the sight before him.
Max gave Charles an embarrassed look, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. Charles, however Charles noticed some bruises and cuts on Max's body, a silent reminder of his turbulent home life.
Concern etched on his face, Charles couldn't help but ask, "Max, are you okay?"
Max met Charles's gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability as he nodded in response. "I'm fine, Charles. Don't worry," Max replied in a serious tone, appreciating his friend's concern.
Charles smirked, his eyes still fixated on Max's body, even with its imperfections. Despite the bruises and cuts, Charles couldn't help but admire the figure of the man standing before him.
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Unexpected Alliance(Lestappen:P)
FanfictionI was bored and had a smart idea of writing a story..using fucking chatgpt it was exciting for me too cus it was a blind reaction 4 me too anyway just enjoy it ig💀💀😭
