A/N: The Eras Tour was the best concert I've ever been to! Watching Silverstone in our hotel the day after with a Dutch friend was so much fun, and rooting for Lewis for once was hilarious in retrospect.
The rating is going toward mature from now on, as our boys are happy (for now) 👀 Enjoy!
As Max wakes up on Monday morning in his Monaco apartment, he reaches for his phone immediately.
Despite Charles's best offers to distract him on their flight back from Spielberg, Max couldn't stop thinking about Lando. The Briton has said certain things during the press pen that weren't exactly kind. Max knows it's the heat of the moment. He's been there himself, but while he had time to grow through his championship battles, Lando hasn't found himself in such a position yet.
Max is still fully confident that he did nothing wrong. It was hard racing, and it sadly ended badly for both of them. He won't apologize for his racing. He's never done that, and he never will.
As Max scrolls through several messages, one sticks out, and it has him grinning ear to ear.
Idiot Number 2: Hey. I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. Emotions were running high, and I said shit I shouldn't have. Can we talk this out?
Max immediately hits the dial button.
"Hey," Lando says, sounding small on the other end of the call. Max feels bad for his best friend.
"Hey. I just read your message. It's alright."
"Really?" Lando's usual glee returns slowly. "Look, mate, I still think you took it too far at times, but there's no need to apologize. I was out of line, saying such shit."
"Good, cause I wasn't going to anyway," Max laughs, going with a hand through his hair. He's so relieved. His relationship with Lando's too important to go to waste over something like this.
"You're a prick," Lando whines, but Max knows it's with no ill-intent.
"Love you too, mate."
"Piss off!"
They laugh in unison, and all of Max's worries disappear.
"I do want to talk about this in person," Lando continues after a moment of pleasant silence between them. "I'm stuck at the factory for a while, but do you have time on Wednesday?"
"Of course," Max replies, glad Lando feels the same way. "I'll fly in a little earlier. I do have a Redline event. So, early in the afternoon?"
"Sounds great. See you, then."
"Lando?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I bring someone?" Max asks, sucking in his bottom lip.
"Is it official, mate?" Max can already imagine the McLaren driver bouncing in his seat at the thought of seeing him and Charles officially together.
"Yeah, I think it is." Max admits feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.
"Take him with you if he can! I'll see you then!"
"Bye, Lando!"
Max puts his phone back down on his nightstand, lying on the mattress. Maybe Silverstone won't be the worst week of the year after all.
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Charles has to go to Maranello again after an everything but perfect few races, but Max is happy the Monegasque has found the time to drop by on Tuesday.
"So you two are back to normal?"
Max looks over his shoulder at his boyfriend lying on his bed, Jimmy and Leo by his side. Sassy is looking at them from a safe spot on the ground, still not used to the dachshund in their home. The image makes Max smile.
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