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f1 calendar || CL16 & MV1

Ferrari garage - Saturday evening

It was crazy. The people that had came up with this were stupid, Charles thought while he opened the shared folder on his laptop in the garage. It was actually the last weekend where he could upload his picture and he still hadn't came up with an idea or a pose.

The Formula 1 calendar, what a dumb idea. But Charles couldn't just sit on the sideline and watch the others do is, like all of them had uploaded their picture already. The best twelfth would be chosen and the best one would also get a shooting for the cover pictures and stuff like that.

 It would be an understatement to say that the whole thing got a bit out of hand. While some of them, like Lewis and Zouh had uploaded some pictures of them, walking through the paddock with some extravagant fashion, others did something completely different.

Of course Charles expected a top less picture from George, standing in front of the start finish line, without a shirt but his helmet. But then he he opened Lando's picture and hell, he was topless too, wearing some joggers and a beanie while leaning into his arms, hands gripping the top of the door frame into the garage.

This thing escalated quickly Charles thought, thinking at the famous fireman calendars people used to have in movies and TV series. But this here was a serious sport, someone would say, and here they were, uploading half naked pictures just to be the best in calendar shoot, F1 drivers really were competitive.

Charles laughed as he opened Alex's picture, one driver that was wearing a shirt as a change, playing with some cups in the hospitality. It looked cute and was definitely an example for a picture Charles had expected to find in this shared folder.

Still having no idea what he should do himself, Charles opened another picture, his team mates Carlos's this time. The Monegasque had to swallow hard as he saw the photo, looking right onto a naked torso, only some shorts covered his legs, helmet on his head and pit stop tools in his hand.

Fuck, this was really something Charles shouldn't be looking at in the middle of the garage. But as it was quite late already, nobody was here again and he needed desperately a cool shot, most likely here in the garage with his car.

It wasn't a secret that Charles found other men attractive, being out as bi for a few months now, but looking at his half naked team mate felt simply wrong, so he quickly closed the picture. The next name on the list was Max.

Charles laughed quietly, already expecting a picture in RedBull team merch, laughing with that cute smile while maxplaining to his engineer. But as he had looked at every picture before, gathering insperation, the Monegasque also opened this one.

Max would also be the last person to put effort in such a marketing organized thing, probably didn't he even know about this thing and his PR manager just uploaded a picture. Charles really wouldn't be surprised.

But when he clicked on that photo and it appeared big on his screen, the Monegasque dropped his jaw, froze for a moment while a hot shiver ran down his back, warmth spreading in his stomach.

On the picture Max was standing in his seat, like he was going out of it in the moment, topless, his hands leaning on the halo. Additionally he was biting his bottom lip, head down but looking up, his blue eyes starring right out of the picture.

"Fuck." Charles groaned as he had the feeling that Max's eyes would starr into his soul.

Forget Carlos, George and all the others, forget the fireman calendars from the movies, hell, forget porn, this right here was the hottest thing Charles had ever seen in his whole life. It wasn't new to him that the Dutchman was kinda his type, but this picture here set something in Charles's lower stomach free, that he had not expected to be there.