Lestappen
“No, Max. I shouldn’t have said that, I know … that you … that it wasn’t a good time for you.”
“Well, no … you don’t know.” Max said turning towards him. “You’ll never know how it feels to be left alone at a truck stop at four years old! You don’t know how it feels to not be allowed to play with anyone at any time! You don’t know what it feels like if your father ignores you when you’re second, how you’re not allowed to eat or sleep in your bed! You don’t know how it feels if all the other kids think that you’re an asshole, that you don’t care, that you … that you … that you just” Max trailed off and looked at Charles.
“I’m sorry … I don’t know.” Charles said, staring at Max.
“You should be happy you don’t know.” Max said, stepping closer.
Before Charles even knew how it happened, Max was pressed to him, their lips on each other’s. Max walked them back against a sideboard, Charles’ behind bumping against it. Max grabbed his thighs, lifting him on the sideboard, Charles’ hands went to the back of Max’s head, grabbing his hair while Max’s lips wandered from his lips to his neck, sucking softly and letting Charles moan. Charles grabbed for the back of Max’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head, throwing it aside. Max made his own shirt follow just a few seconds later, as well as his pants. Charles opened Max’s belt eagerly, almost falling off the sideboard while doing so. Max caught his hips, keeping him on the board with one hand while shoving his pants down with the other. Charles’s hands wandered down Max’s chest, following the muscles under his skin. Their lips were pressed back together, tongues dancing, eagerly tasting each other. Max smelled the sharp smell of Charles’ slick, wetting his hole. Charles normal scent of strawberry and vanilla exploding around him. Charles’ mouth wandered down his neck, breathing in the scent of apricots and caramel evading from Max. Max pulled his hips a little forwards and he felt his tip at his hole. Max pulled back his head, looking at Charles, who nodded quickly and whispered a yes. Just a second later, he felt Max entering him, letting out a loud groan. He was forced apart when he entered, but it wasn’t painful. God, he was huge. Max settled inside him when he had entered him completely, adjusting his grip on Charles. He held his thigh in one hand and had the other around his back, holding him in place. Charles whined, eager for Max to start moving and Max didn’t waste any more time, starting a quick and hard rhythm, letting them both moan. Charles wanted to contribute something, but all he was able to do was hold onto Max, one hand at the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly, while the other was wrapped under his arm, hand planted on his shoulder blade, moaning into his ear. Max got faster and rougher with every thrust. Charles had sex before, but this was something else. This was need, want, desire and desperation. The inevitable end to months of dancing around one another. He heard Max growl into his ear, a primal, deep growl only an alpha could do. Charles got louder the harder Max’s thrust got, demanding everything from Charles, his body starting to spasm from his orgasm when Max kept the pace going, keeping Charles on his high. Sweat covered both of their bodies and the spasms running through Charles’ body took all of his energy, making him fall lax in Max’s arms.
“Can you take it?” Max whispered in between his groans.
“Yes” was Charles answer, almost breathless. Max got a look at him, eyes closed, mouth partly open, a sheer layer of sweat covering his face and body, which was moved only by Max’s thrusts and his uncontrollable spasms, letting his body shake.
“Look at us.” Max breathed into Charles’ ear, looking down to where he entered Charles over and over, “You take me so well, baby.” Charles opened his eyes a little, his head falling on Max’s shoulder, mewling and whimpering when he watched them. “You can take it all, huh? All of me inside you, baby.” Max groaned into his ear, Charles’ face turning red. “Don’t be shy about it. You feel amazing. So fucking tight around me. You’re gonna be the death of me.” Max whispered further, growling deeply. “It’s not going to take much longer, baby. Just let it go, let it happen, let yourself get taken away.” Max groaned, losing his rhythm and just following his natural instincts, grabbing Charles’ hips with both of his hands and thrusting into him roughly, feeling Charles cum around him before losing himself a minute later. He wasn’t able to keep himself standing anymore after his orgasm rushed over him, with his last strength he pulled Charles tighter, lifting him off the sideboard and sliding to the floor with him, Charles in his lap, his dick still buried deep inside him. It took them a couple of minutes to gain their breaths and getting themselves together.
“This is not what I planned for today.” Charles said.
“No, not really.” Max agreed.
“What happens now?” Charles asked after some more silence.
“I don’t know.” Max admitted “I really like you, that’s what I know.”
“I really like you, too.” Charles admitted and smiled at Max, who smiled back.
“We should probably get you off.” Max said carefully.
“Oh, yes, that would probably be better.” Charles said, slowly lifting himself off Max. Max got up and pulled Charles gently with him to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
After the shower, Max went to the toilet while Charles went back towards the kitchen in a shirt and sweatpants from Max, coming across a man sitting on the couch, scaring him a little.
“So, you’re that Leclerc boy, I suppose.” He said, getting up and turning towards Charles.
“Jos Verstappen, I suppose.” Charles said.
“Yes.” Jos said. “What are you doing at my son’s home?”
“Max let me in, I’m a guest here.”
“And it is … common for guests in Monaco to throw around their clothes in the living room?” Jos asked with a look towards their clothes on the floor.
“Sometimes.” Charles said, crossing his arms.
“You think you can make my son happy?” Jos asked and Charles shrugged.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Maybe because you’re a little omega who doesn’t know their place? Racing in F1, talking about yourself like you’re of the same worth as my son, whoring yourself out apparently to any alpha you like. Is that how you got into Ferrari? Swallow some, spread your cheeks … helps your career, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done things like that for my career. If I blow someone or let them fuck me, it is because I want them to. Sex is not a trade for me. But looks like you have a lot of knowledge about that, right?” Charles provoked.
“You will never be able to satisfy my son. Don’t worry about it though, he’ll find someone else who excites him sooner than you think.” Jos laughed at him.
“Oh really? I’d like to think of myself as quite exciting, I’m sure Max will know himself what’s most exciting for him.”
“As I said, don’t worry. He’ll find someone. You’re in a different team, different schedule, he won’t have time for you. That new team mate of his looks quite cute, don’t you think?”
“Get out.” Max said from behind Jos.
“What?” Jos asked, turning around to Max.
“I don’t know how you got in here, but I also don’t care. I told you multiple times that I don’t want you here. Leave. Now.” Max said, balling his fists.
“Max, you can’t afford any more distractions. You already let that last chick burden you with a pup-“
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” Max yelled with a thundering voice. “You have no right to talk about Kelly or Penelope at any time! You will leave this house, now.” Max yelled and pushed his father to the door with all of his power, slamming the door shut behind him. He took a deep breath before going back into the living room. “I’m sorry.”
“That was not your fault, Max. You don’t have to apologize.” Charles said, handing Max a glass of water.
“Still” Max said, hugging Charles to his side “I didn’t hear everything, but … I’m sorry he talks like that to you. To all Omegas.”
“I’m used to that, the racing world is still an alpha’s world. If you want it to be or not.” Charles said to him when they sat down on the couch. “By the way, do you think Logan looks cute?”
“Oh my god! I mean, he isn’t ugly, I admit that, but he is not my type, I’m not really into blondes. If that doesn’t calm you … I’m not his type, either.”
“How do you know his type?”
“Oh, I was talking to him after the race in Imola and a certain, dark-haired Frenchman came in, calling him Cherie.” Max said with a french accent.
“Aww, Estie bestie has a boyfriend.” Charles said.
“You don’t know that, though. I never told you that.” Max said.
Logan and Esteban were in Logan’s new appartement, putting together the furniture. Esteban was way better at that than Logan, so they ended up with Logan just holding and hammering at stuff while Esteban told him what to do.
“It still looks empty, you know … it doesn’t look … homey.” Logan said when the furniture was up.
“It’s probably because there are not many personal things yet. Books, pictures, paintings, clothes, things like that.” Esteban said.
“Hmm … probably.”
“That will happen with time. If you pressure yourself to that now, you won’t like it later.” Esteban said. “I think it’s a great appartement.” Esteban said, looking around. “And your parents just bought this for you?”
“No, they didn’t. Why do you think my parents bought it?”
“Well … I know the prices and you’re a rookie, so I just thought they … helped or something.”
“They didn’t. I didn’t even tell them I bought this. Max gave me a private loan, because the banks offered a horrendous interest.” Logan explained.
“Wow. Cool of Max.” Esteban said impressed.
“Yeah, never thought he’d do that for me.”