Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

54 | party hard

-/- Abu Dhabi 2021 - party -/-

"Hello prince Charles, nice to see you again." Carlos greeted me while the others hugged Max.

"Hey." I smiled in return, "Great driven today."

"Well, not as good as Max but I guess there wasn't much I could do." the Spaniard laughed, not leaving me with his eyes while he took a sip of his drink.

"It's a podium, that's pretty good." I returned, not quite sure how I should interpret this conversation, especially after Carlos's next sentence.

"You look good today carino, wasn't sure what to expect as I only saw you in a suit before." he laughed, before he added, "But this easy going shirt also look fabulous."

"T... Thank you." I returned, now even more confused.

"Hey Carlos." Max suddenly greeted the Spaniard, preventing him to say something else towards me.

Carlos then greeted and again congratulated him, before the Dutchman looked between us.

"Are you flirting with my boyfriend or why are his cheeks all blushed." Max laughed, snatching an arm around my waist before pulling me close and kissing the side of my head.

Meanwhile Carlos turned away, talking to some other drivers which confused me even more, why hadn't he answered Max? Already back in the paddock I always felt his eyes on me and the wink from the podium, it was all very strange.

"Have I introduced you to Lando yet?" Max slurred in my ear, getting me back to reality while sipping on his third drink or so already.

"No you haven't, is he the one from McLaren?" I asked as he had sometimes mentioned the Brit already.

"He is." Max giggled before pulling me even closer in his arm, "You're so smart my love, my little nerd."

And that was the moment I realized that this was probably his fifth drink already as he was a bit tipsy, which was extremely cute.

"Lan, this is prince Charles." Max chuckled as he turned towards the man dressed in a black shirt with a cap sitting backwards on his head, "Crown prince Charles from Monaco aka my beautiful, amazing, stunning boyfriend."

Gosh, his description of me and the way he introduced me, hell it was doing things to me and my stomach, more further south. But I didn't had much time to think about it as the Brit smiled and stretched his hand out.

"I hope Charles is just fine, I'm Lando, I drive for the orange team." he laughed.

"McLaren." I smiled in return while Max proudly kissed my cheek, "And yes, Charles is just fine. Can I just tell you that I love your style, the thing with the cap looks pretty cool."

"Thanks. Can I also say that I love the effect you have on Max's clothing style." Lando laughed and Max next to me started pouting.

"Hey, I always dress nice, also before I met him."

"Sure mate, if skinny jeans and a RedBull shirt is the peak of fashion." the Brit returned and I laughed with him, earning a grumble from Max, who finished his drink again.

"I'll get a new drink, someone else wants one?" the Dutchman asked into the round and only Pierre agreed, saying that he would go with Max.

"You sure you don't want another one?" my boyfriend then asked me as I was nearly done with my fruity drink.

"No thanks, but a water would be nice." I smiled at him.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Mate, you're talking, you have had already ten drinks or so." Lando laughed and patted Max's shoulder.