Trigger/Content Warning: Sexual Content
Charles' POV
I hear a slight whirring noise from the bathroom as soon as I sit down on the couch, turning on the TV. It's probably Max shaving his beard, I thought.
I switch the channel and the whirring stops suddenly. Swiss TV doesn't have that many interesting channels, especially if you don't speak German.
I hear loud clapping of feet and the clapping of something else from the stairs. As I look back, I see Max, fully nude, with his cock out, fully shaved down there. "You said it hurt you... So I cut it all."
My mouth stays wide open looking at the... uh... "sight", in front of me. "I did say that, but that doesn't mean that you should've shaved." I turn off the TV and I get up, crossing my arms.
He opens his hand, revealing a condom. "Want to see if it still hurts?" He says, removing the plastic casing and slipping the condom in.
"What'll probably hurt is your dick blowing up my intestines." I seduce him while getting closer to him, kissing him all over the place.
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"So... does it still hurt?" Max finishes, huffing and puffing all over the place.
"No... It actually felt better." I say, grabbing a wipe.
"Want to go for a walk in a while?"
I nod in agreement but I interject. "Only if we don't hold hands. I'm straight, you're straight and we're only here as friends. Understood?"
"Sure, Mister PR Princess." He jokes while leaving the living room.
Monday afternoon, I had my ass blown up on the bed by Max. Tuesday afternoon, I had my ass blown up on the couch by Max. What's next? The fucking kitchen?!
Me and Max left on a walk through the small village a few minutes later. It was nice, yes, but it didn't have anything huge to walk to. It was just houses and churches, all pretty nicely decorated, for sure.
But while walking through the small city, I notice something. I still haven't heard anything from Courtney. Curiously, I take out my phone and I open Find my iPhone, because we had both put an airtag on eachother. (It was complicated, don't ask...)
As I look at the map... nothing. Her bubble wasn't in the UK, nor in the whole world. It was... gone. Meaning she... she was gone as well. Holy shit.
Author's note:
This is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written in my life holy shit
I'm sorry for the short chapter but I am sick and there are fires here in Portugal so the air is almost unbreathable and the heat is unbearable. The next chapter will be big, I promise :D
Thank you for 300 reads as well!
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Unreliable
Fanfictioncover art by @thatmclarengirlie sub-categories: action, drama, romance, thriller book slogan: DON'T TRUST ANYONE. unreliable adjective not able to be relied upon. Charles Leclerc, a Monegasque racing driver meets Courtney Wright, a British actress a...
