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WHEN HE SHOWED up for his first formula one race in Australia, he hadn't exactly thought, he was going to end the up being fucked against his hotel room door after the race.
"No strings, it's easier this way," Max had whispered, before Charles came in his embrace. He had only nodded in return, it was easier that way. He wasn't looking for another relationship to be fucked up by his unforgiving calendar. Non of his exes had ever understood the pressure of being a racing driver, so he had decided, it was enough. No more relationship drama, no strings attached, just mindless fucking, when they both needed to cool off a bit after a frustrating race.
He still called his best friend, Stefano, in the morning though. He needed advice, because even though, it had just been one night, on time, he was falling, and he was falling hard.
Two weeks later, he showed up in Bahrain with no expectations. "Cum for me," Max had whispered in his ears, while thrusting into him with great force.
It continued in China.
When Charles showed up in Baku, he had had enough. No more fooling around with someone, who was only looking for a quick fuck, while he had already fallen hard for the dutch idiot. He flew home soon after the race had finished and avoided Max at all costs.
Days, weeks, months went by. He was still avoiding Max.
"You've been avoiding me," Max said with a low voice, so that no-one would be able to hear. "Don't try lying to me, I know you have." Max turned a bit more, so that he was face to face with the young monegasque.
"I know I'm just a fuck to you." Charles' voice was low as well, in fear of the other drivers on the truck hearing their conversation.
"What? No! What?" Max looked like a giant questions mark.
"Don't lie to me either."
"You seriously thought you were just a fuck to me? Babe, I never wanted to be your friend, I was thriving to be something more than that."
Charles truly didn't know how to answer, he just stood there dumbfounded.
"What about you come to my room at ten?"
He only nodded in return.
"Bring a bottle of gin with you, we'll be staying there for long. And babe, if you wanted me, you should have just said," Max finished off, before walking away and joining some of the other drivers for interviews.
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For the next weeks, Max was always on Charles' mind, and the Charles always on Max'. Now it wasn't just sex anymore, they would just spent time together on race weekends in one of their hotel rooms. Usually they shared a pizza and drank a few beers, but they would never tell their trainers that.
They were singing their lungs out to their favourite songs, which just happened to be with Aretha Franklin. They would stay awake for hours, talking and talking until the sun started to rise. They fit together perfectly. Had the same job, they were both used to the many flights and cities they had to go to. Charles was no longer looking forward to the race weekend because of the race itself, but rather to spend some more time together with his favourite dutchie.
He would rather watch a film with Max at night, than go out with the rest of the drivers. And when they had to fly home to their families, he was heartbroken, he had to wait a week until he saw Max again, and it was even worse, when there were two weeks between races.
Charles really thought, he had found the love of his life. That was until he had seen Max kiss some other boy on his Instagram story, it had broken Charles' little fragile heart into a millions pieces that would never be able to fit together anymore.
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Max had been calling and texting him non-stop since the incident, but Charles hadn't responded. He didn't want to talk to Max.
*knock, knock, knock*
Charles opened the door to his hotel room, to see Max stand outside with red eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks. He fell forwards to rest his body on Charles' shoulder, and he they both melted in each others' embrace.
"I-I'm sorry." Max' voice was shaky. Charles wanted to give in, forgive him without any problems, but he knew he shouldn't. He did not deserve to be treated like this. Max had cheated on him, and now he was crying on his shoulder, begging for forgiveness. No way.
Charles pushed Max up to stand on his own feet again.
"I'm sorry," Max repeated.
"You should have thought about that before you went behind my back. Not only did you kiss him, you fucked him. You fucked Lewis." Charles voice rose with every word he spoke, he was furious. "I thought you were different than the other assholes, but apparently not. You're just like them. One day you're all over me, saying how much you love me, the next day you're fucking Lewis in the room next door." He took a deep breath before continuing. "It's over, we're over."
