Little Did You Know

Chapter 16: Can I?

TW: this chapter has +18 explicit sexual content it will be limited by break lines so you can skip it if you like.

Sergio was back home, well he was back at the Monaco apartment more like, it didn't quite feel like home without Max there, and as much he'd hate to admit without the cats too, Max was with Toto and Christian and the cats remained in England, Checo was alone in the bast penthouse.

The rooms felt empty and the spaces too big with only him in them, he had to remind himself he had wanted this, he had asked Christian to take Max needing some time and space to relax and focus on the ever-challenging Grand Prix ahead, however, he wasn't ready for the loneliness that enveloped him and clung to every surface, every picture, every trophy, helmet and damned piece of decor.

"Dejate de mamadas Michel," (Stop with that shit,) He admonishes himself walking past all the memories and straight into their bedroom, "él va a regresar," (he'll come back,) he continues in a whisper as he drops on the bed facing the white ceiling there is little conviction in his words but he has to believe they are true, "tiene que regresar." (he has to come back.)

Noise in the living room is what wakes him, it's still dark, he looks at the clock on his phone, 11:11pm he's only been in bed for one hour and a bit, Checo slowly sits up on the bed, no one has keys to the penthouse aside of them but Christian, so unless something happened with Max and his boss/father in law felt the need to take the kid home, there was an uninvited guest in his living room. He walked slowly and barefooted to avoid making noise, picking up the heaviest throwable object in hand, one of the many trophies lying around the house, he took a deep breath and walked out to confront the intruder.

The living room was suspiciously empty and the lights had not been turned on but the kitchen was lit up and little noises were coming from within, keeping his steps light and the trophy high and ready to strike he moved to try and catch a glimpse of whoever was in his home but he couldn't see more than someone looking into the opened fridge.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?" Checo asked trying to sound firm and menacing, clearly startling the intruder who jumped snapping the refrigerator door closed. "Max..." the trophy slid from his hands and were it not made of solid metal it would have surely broken into  bits, the Mexican was left trying to piece together what was happening before his eyes.

"Chec-hmmp!" The Dutch was interrupted as his boyfriend ran into him and pulled him into a tight hug, Max smiled immediately returning the hug.

"¡Gracias a Dios!" (Thank God!) Pulling back from the hug the black-haired man gently held the face of his properly aged partner, "You're back," The tears in his eyes and the smile on his lips are inevitable and so full of relief.

"I'm here, Schatje," The blond reassures holding onto Sergio's hips who stands on his tippy toes to kiss his man and confirm he is in fact right there with him. The kiss is soft and sweet and quickly gets heated with all the yearning accumulated in Checo's heart during this trying time apart.

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They won't make it into the room, but that's fine, Checo is desperate for more closeness and Max is happy to match his energy. The Dutch hoists the shorter man onto the smooth marble of the kitchen island devouring the soft flush lips of the man that was his everything. Checo's hands were closed tight on his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss, his strong legs had wrapped around the taller one's back demanding more contact between their bodies, Max separated their clashing lips to start trailing a line of kisses along the jawline and down the tan neck that was eagerly exposed to him.

"Max, mi vida, no sabes...mnh... how much I've missed you." (my life, you don't know...) Checo groaned as he could feel Max's teeth brushing against his skin preemptively before biting into it hard enough to leave a mark for a couple of days, "Pinche güerito, I have to...ah... race tomorrow." (Fucking blondie,) forming thoughts was a skill he was quickly losing in his need for intimacy with the man he was sure had to be his soulmate.

"Checo, please," Max stepped back freeing himself from Sergio's hold, his bright blue eyes full of desire as he liked his lips looking from the beautiful brown-with-a-little-green orbs to the bulge growing within those sandy-colored shorts his boyfriend wore often. "Can I?"

"Can you?" The Mexican asked back with a smirk receiving a quick series of nods. "Go ahead then." Checo leaned back on the island giving Max better access to his lower half that the blond doesn't waste one second getting to work on liberating the hardening member from the clothed confines, eager and wanting, he looks at the semi-erect dick like it's the most precious and exquisite delicacy on earth leaning closer as he licks his lips one more time before looking up for approval, Sergio's breaths coming a little faster now with anticipation. "Go on." 

And that was all the two-times-world-champion needed, as if it were lights out he went for it flat-out, it was not a careful or dragged-out blowjob; Max liked, kissed, and sucked his boyfriend as if the world was ending and by the sounds of him, Checo was enjoying every bit of it. "Puta madre Max! Me vas a... ah..." (Fucking hell Max! You're going to make me...) the words in Spanish only served to make the Dutch go faster, when his man forgot English during times like this it was always a good sign. "Max... bebé... me voy a..." (Max... baby... I'm gonna...)

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He volted up on the king-sized bed, it was early morning by the light filtering through the closed curtains, the left side of the bed was cold and unslept in, the penthouse was silent, a light sheen of sweat covered his skin, his pants were sticky.

"Carajo." (Damn.) It didn't take him long to realize what had happened, with a heavy sigh he stood from the bed and walked straight into the bathroom to take a shower, it had been a dream, a great dream but just a dream, that Max was still out of reach and while the dream was amazing he had to put it out of his mind, he had a race to win today.

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A/N

Was it all truly just a dream?...

Hello it's been a while, I've been debating whether to make this thing mature or not but I've decided to go ahead with it and mark the spicy bits for those who are not into that kind of stuff but wanna keep reading since I started this story as a PG-rated it's only fair I think.

Comment? Share your ideas as to where this could go? Love them imput.