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HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. He simply couldn't believe what had happened. He had been on pole and he had been leading the majority of the race. He had been fast and had even asked if he couldn't go faster. He was flying, but the bad luck took over again. And Max was way too fast. He came out of nowhere. Could he even do that. Max stood on the top step of the podium although the stewards were still figuring out if the move was legal. They had touched and he deserved a penalty. If Sebastian could get a penalty for what happened in Canada, Max could definitely get a penalty for his move today. Charles tried his best to smile and be happy on the podium, but it was hard. It was the second time this season that a win had been taken from him in the dying laps of the race. First in Bahrain with engine problems, and now here in Austria because of a stupid overtaking move.
After the podium and post-race press-conference Charles went to his motorhome. It had been a bad day and he just wanted to sleep and maybe even cry a little. After some time the tears started falling down his cheeks. They weren't tears of sadness but more of frustration. Frustration, because the season wasn't going as he wanted. He was supposed to be the future of formula 1. Young and filled with talent, but he was letting down the fans race after race. He was tired of it all. He heard knocks on the door of his motorhome and instantly wiped the tears off his cheeks with the back of his hand. No one could see him crying over something so stupid. He went to the door to open it and to his surprise, Lewis was standing outside.
"Can I come in?" Lewis asked a little hesitantly.
"Uhm, I was actually just in the middle of something." That was a lie. Perfect, now he had also lied.
"Please. Let me help."
"Help with what. I don't need help. What makes you think that?" He said it way too fast to be normal, and Lewis noticed. He knew what was going on inside the young monegasque's mind.
"Just let me in," Lewis said with a stern voice. Charles moved aside and let Lewis inside his motorhome, before closing the door behind them. Lewis motioned Charles to sit down on the couch and he did. "I know what you're going through, trust me. We've all been there at some point."
"You haven't. You're 5 time world champion, you never make mistakes, you're practically perfect."
"You think I'm perfect?" Lewis said with a chuckle. "I'm far from perfect. Do you think I drove perfectly when I started?"
"Yeah, you almost won the championship in your rookie season."
"But I didn't. I almost did, but I started doubting myself and it was my own fault I didn't win." Lewis came closer to Charles who was siting on the couch. "Charles, please look at me," he said with a weak voice. Charles wasn't looking at Lewis but rather directly on the floor. He was too embarrassed to look at his idol and crush right now. Lewis stepped even closer to Charles and they were now only a few centimetres apart. Charles could feel the heat radiating off of Lewis' body and it made him blush even more. Lewis stroked Charles' hair and the younger driver leaned into it just the smallest bit. Lewis wasn't supposed to notice, but he did. Of course he did. He noticed every single detail about the monegasque, even when he tried not to. He kept stroking Charles' hair. It was so nice to Charles, and he almost moaned at the brit's touch, but he restrained himself. What wouldn't Lewis think of him if he moaned by a simple touch.
"Charles, look at me." Lewis tried again but to no success. Charles wouldn't move. He couldn't. But he tears were pressing on again. The feelings were building up in his mind and he tried his very best to not let the tears burst free. Charles' body shook at the control he couldn't keep over his own body. "You know it's not bad to cry, right?" Lewis' hand was on Charles' shoulder, rubbing soft circles to comfort him in the best way possible. His hand went over his shoulder, across his collarbone and up his neck before grasping at his chin to angle his face upwards, so that he could finally look into those bright hazel eyes of Charles. When Charles saw Lewis' warm brown puppy eyes, he instantly melted. Those were the eyes that were the cause of all of his feelings. Every time he looked into them he fell more and more in love with the brit, but wasn't something he was going to tell anyone. Little did he know though, that Lewis felt the exact same way. He always looked at the young driver, when he wasn't looking, and when he was, he was quick to look away in embarrassment.
Lewis' hans was still under Charles' chin and he used it to pull the other driver up. Charles stood up and Lewis' hand travelled behind the monegasque's back and rested on the back of his neck. He was burying his fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and Charles was clearly enjoying it. Lewis was nervous but because of Charles reaction to his touch, he decided to go for it. He closed the gap between them by connecting their lips. It felt like fireworks were in both of their stomachs and Charles swore he could fly in that moment. He was surprised by Lewis' action but he couldn't help but kiss him back. After all, it had been his dream since he stared his f1 career. Lewis was also feeling amazing and he felt like his stomach was doing backflips. He was on cloud nine and enjoying the moment the best he could. They both wanted the moment to last forever and it felt like it did. It was definitely not a short kiss.
