Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 49

Warning: Smut in the chapter 

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POV: Charles

This motherfucker, I couldn't believe it. Doing this to me, while I'm forced to sit there, and stay focused on the numerous interviews? Criminal. The thing is, thinking about what I'll do when I'm finally done with this does not help at all, because it's only making me even hornier.

Trying to hide my semi erection, I change the way I sit a few times, before someone tells me they're ready to start filming again. I don't even know what we're doing, probably some advertisement or something.

— So Charles, first of all, how are you feeling?

— Well, I'm fine thanks! Ready for this weekend, I've always loved it here, so yeah very happy!

I try my best to stay focused, answering question after question, my mind starting to drift away sometimes. But I completely lose it at the last question, choking on my own saliva.

— Yeah that's understandable. To end this interview, I have a final question about the extreme forces your body is subject to during races, like how do you handle them, maybe some stretching, some yoga to stay flexible? My mind instantly going to another type of yoga, I try not to blush and stay calm to answer.

— Mh yeah, we have trainers for that reason, it's all about staying fit and uh... Yeah just maintaining a healthy lifestyle to feel better during the races, although some of them are very tough for the body yes.

— Thanks Charles, good luck for this weekend!

— Thank you, I smile and look around.

Finally, they turn off the cameras and I take a few more pictures, before being able to get out of the building, hurrying to go in my car. This was so much more complicated than it should have been, and for what?

I drive my way to the hotel, the picture and words of Max from earlier getting replayed in my mind. He's really going to kill me one day, for sure. And maybe I wouldn't even mind if it was in that way...

Once I parked the car, I quickly get out, almost rushing to get to the hotel room. I make a stop by my own room, taking the time to take a shower and put fresh clothes on, even though I have the feeling they won't stay for long.

POV: Max

I hear a knock, and I'm almost sure it's Charles, so I don't bother asking and immediately open the door. I was right, and my gorgeous looking boyfriend is in fact standing behind the wood panel, smiling mischievously at me.

— Come in, I simply say, too afraid of possible ears in the corridor.

I've just closed the door that he's already all over me, kissing me so suddenly that I stumble backwards. He's almost aggressive, and this new Charles is very interesting, and very hot as well, not gonna lie. I'm stuck between him and the wall, as he starts sucking little bruises on my neck.

— C-Charles, people are gonna see, I moan, trying to keep a rational mind.

— 'Don't care, he groans before lightly sucking that particular spot that drives me crazy.

Finally, I manage to create some space between us, as I look into his beautiful eyes. The desire I find in them is so arousing, and I love to know that I did this to him.

— Now listen, mister Max. What you did earlier, it was naughty. He uses a low tone, almost menacing, but I can see the light in his eyes and the little smirk on his lips. And you know what you deserve?