Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 69

/!\ Make sure you've read chapter 68, it didn't send notifications so you could've missed it!

Like Bankai would say, teehehe 69 (if you don't know who he is, he's a Twitch streamer and friend of Lando and Max Fewtrell)

For ethical reasons, the "karting" Max and Charles mentioned in this chapter are adults (I know it makes no sense "realistically" but trust me it's better this way, they're like 18 or 19 something like that) and if you don't understand what I mean yet, it's normal. This chapter is a bit different than usual.

Also, Warning : smut

(And I'm not sorry, this chapter is twice as long as usual) enjoyyyyy

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POV: Max

After the mess of the Russian GP, and although I managed to secure the second place, Hamilton still scored more points than me, taking the first place in the championship. Race after race, weekend after weekend, we battle for wins, the lead swapping practically every week.

With Charles, it's more and more peaceful though. He works on his issues, and I can finally be with him worry-free, from my dad. Who, by the way, has not said a word to me since the "talk" with Christian. I asked my mom if he tried anything on her side, but apparently he really disappeared from our life, just like that.

The media couldn't help but notice, at some point, how he wasn't showing up anymore. They asked questions, but my team helped me find some politically correct statement to answer, every time. I'm sure people somewhat know that our relationship isn't the best, I guess they can deduct it themselves.

Before going to the American continent, Charles' mom invited my mom and I to a dinner, and although I was fairly stressed about it, it went incredibly well. I even think they became good friends now, joking about us at some point. It would be lying to say I'm not extremely grateful for what Charles' family has done for us, really. They're practically like a second home to me, now.

I've also learnt to know Arthur and Lorenzo, Charles' brothers, a lot better. They're all lovely people, really, and I'm glad that we get along so well. My boyfriend may disagree about that, when I'm teasing him about old stories that his brothers told me. But I know it's a relief for him as well, how we get along.

Thinking about the Monegasque, I decide to send him a text, feeling kinda bored all alone in my hotel room. With two races left, and after such an intense season, we're all a bit tired. I'm not sure seeing each other in Saudi Arabia is very wise, but I couldn't be bothered right now.

~ to Charlie ♡, now ~ : I'm in room 251, wanna come?

Waiting impatiently for his answer, I tidy the room, trying to fold the random clothes thrown around. As the screen lights up again, I immediately stop what I was doing and check my phone.

~ from Charlie ♡, now ~ : Here? Are you sure?

~ to Charlie <3, now ~ : Only if you want, but idk, I'm bored and I miss you... You can bring Leo as well, by the way. Or maybe not, if you think you'll be too obvious then? Idk tell me

~ from Charlie <3, now ~ : No okay, I'll be there in 10 then. I left Leo with Andrea though, so don't worry about that.

Smiling at his answer, I finish to put away the folded clothes and fall back on the bed, scrolling on social media. A post draws my attention, being a picture of Charles and I. We look incredibly in love on there, and I blush reading all the comments.

Damn, are we really that obvious? I don't think so, considering how no one close to us never mentioned anything, but some fans' instinct seems to be working... And not only that, apparently. A so called "fanfiction" has been referred to under the post, making me curious.