Red 🔥| Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen

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Authors Note: ⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! No plot, all spice. Skip if desired.

Done in reader POV 🙊
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I walk into the elevator, hand in hand with Charles and Max, feeling every beat of my heart as if it were loud enough for them to hear. The three of us are silent, the only sound the hum of the elevator moving upward. My pulse races and I can feel the warmth of their hands, each squeeze sending shivers through me.

I try to remember how I ended up here. One moment, I was laughing with friends at the bar, the next, I found myself slipping into Max's car...events leading me to this very elevator. I never thought I'd be voluntarily walking alongside my two rivals. Yet, here I am...willingly...

Whats that saying? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?

I've been racing against Max and Charles since we were kids... We were always rivals, our competitive fire burning on every track. But tonight, everything changed.

There was a moment...a slip of words, a lingering touch...that blurred the lines between rivalry and something far more...intense. I feel my pulse racing as I recall how, earlier today, a casual comment from Charles sparked something I couldn't ignore. A lingering touch from Max, and a look between the two of them set the course for a night I was sure none of us would forget.

Every touch, every shared look, deepened the tension that wound tightly around us. Tonight, the rules have changed. The past is no longer a line drawn in the sand, but a blurred memory overshadowed by the heat of passion.

Charles' grip on my hand grows firmer and I look up at him. There is an intensity in his eyes, a look of pure desire that shakes me. Next to him, Max's eyes flicker with a similar emotion, and I feel a deep sense of longing, despite the silence between us. I can't help but wonder if they feel the same mix of anticipation and nervous energy that is pulsing through my veins.

"Weird, for someone who always has something to say, you're awfully quiet, cherie...are you nervous?" Charles asks. 

For a moment, time seems to pause. I look back at Max again, who offers me a small smirk and then I look back at Charles.

"I...uh- yes," I finally whisper.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," Max whispers as he leans in closer to my ear. 

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. We step out together, the silence now even more charged. I feel a mix of fear and excitement, my thoughts a swirling mix of desire, curiosity, and a hint of regret. But in this moment, regret is pushed aside by a powerful need to see what's ahead.

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The walk to Charles' door was a blur, just the sound of my heels on the floor and the faint sound of Charles fumbling with his keys. When he finally pushed the door open, I stepped inside, feeling the weight of their gazes on me as they followed, closing the door behind us.

My eyes wandered for a moment before I felt Max's hands on my hips, turning me gently to face him. His eyes were dark, hungry, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. Charles stepped closer behind me, his chest pressing against my back. 

"You've been teasing us all night, Marina," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you know what happens to girls who tease?"

My body betrayed me, as a soft moan escaped my lips. Max's hand moved to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. "Tell us," he commanded. "Tell us what you want."

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