F1 One Shots Based On Songs

Jealous - Lestappen

Song for this chapter: Jealous - Nick Jonas

Max Verstappen had never been the type to feel insecure. The world of Formula 1 had made him confident, sharp, and assertive. He knew what it took to be at the top, and for most of his life, his focus was unwavering. But when it came to Charles Leclerc, everything was different. Their relationship was a delicate balance between their intense careers and their private lives. The world might know them as rivals on the track, but behind closed doors, they were so much more.

Max wasn't one to shy away from showing his affection. Whether it was casual kisses on the grid when no one was watching or nights spent tangled together after a long race weekend, Charles knew he was loved. But there was one thing Max had always struggled with: jealousy. It was a strange feeling for him, foreign and unwelcome, but it gnawed at him nonetheless. He hated it, but he couldn't help it, especially when it came to Charles.

They were at a glamorous Monaco gala tonight, the kind of event where everyone dressed to impress and the champagne flowed endlessly. Charles had invited Max, knowing how much he hated these social affairs, but Max had come anyway, for Charles.

They entered the venue, arm in arm, and immediately people gravitated toward them. Not just because of who they were—two of the top drivers in the world—but because of the way Charles carried himself. Effortlessly charming, his smile could light up a room, and he made everyone feel like they were the only person that mattered in that moment. It was one of the many things Max loved about him.

But tonight, Max couldn't shake the feeling. The nagging sensation in his gut grew with every passing minute. He tried to brush it off as nothing. He knew Charles loved him. He had no reason to doubt it. But when he saw another man lingering a little too long in conversation with Charles, the old, familiar burn flared up inside him.

"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Max muttered under his breath.

Charles turned, eyebrow raised, but a soft smile played on his lips. "Max, he's just a friend. You've met him before."

"That's not the point," Max replied, his voice a little sharper than he intended. "He's been hovering around you all night."

"Max," Charles placed a hand on his arm, his touch instantly calming. "You know there's no one else."

Max knew that. He knew it. But the way the man laughed at something Charles said, leaning in just a little too close, made Max see red.

"I'm going to get a drink," Max muttered, needing to step away before he said something he regretted. He walked over to the bar, turning his chin music up in his mind, trying to drown out his thoughts, but he couldn't stop glancing back toward Charles.

Charles was too sexy, too beautiful for his own good. That was the problem. It wasn't Charles' fault that everyone wanted him. Max knew that. But it didn't make it any easier when he saw eyes lingering on his boyfriend's every move.

Max puffed his chest, trying to control the flare of possessiveness rising in him. He could feel his face getting hotter by the second, a mixture of anger and insecurity. It wasn't fair. Charles was his. He didn't want to share, not even a little.

He wasn't usually like this. He wasn't the possessive type. But tonight, it was hitting him harder than usual. Maybe it was the glitzy atmosphere or the number of people in the room who had their eyes on Charles. Whatever it was, Max couldn't stand it.

Charles finally slipped away from the conversation and came over to Max, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, soothing, but tinged with worry.

Max didn't respond right away. He took a sip of his drink, setting it down a little too hard on the bar. "Do you ever get jealous?" he asked, looking at Charles directly.