The perfect match

“Penelope is with her sitter, right?” Charles asked, entering Max’s appartement on Wednesday afternoon.
“Yes, she keeps her overnight, as you requested, can you tell me now why?” Max asked, kissing him before handing him a glass of water, which Charles took and placed on the counter without drinking from it.
“I want to try something.” He then said, looking a little nervous.
“Okay” Max said with a smile “What?”
“This” Charles said, dropping his phone on the table, showing a BDSM scene with an omega in restrains. His hands were bound above his head, while the legs were bound to the bottom bed posts.
“Uhm, okay, let’s sit down.” Max said, pointing to the couch. They sat down and turned towards each other. “We need to clear a couple of things up first. What is your safe word going to be?”
“Uhm, stop?”
“Is that a question or an answer?”
“An answer. It’s stop.”
“Do you really want to do that?”
“Yes”
“You’re not doing this because I like it?”
“No, I want to try it. I never did try, but I read a lot the last days. I can always stop, right?”
“Of course, we can stop at any time.” Max said. They started kissing and undressing on the couch not long after. They were only wearing their underwear when Max carried him into the bedroom and then into the walk-in closet. Max sat him down and Charles looked at him questioningly.
“We are missing a pretty important thing to tie you up, don’t we?” Max said with smile, pulling a hidden handle and pulling open the wall with shoes, opening a little area behind it. He stretched his hand towards Charles, softly pulling him in while turning on the light.
“So this is your dirty closet, huh?” Charles asked, looking at all the things inside. It wasn’t a huge closet, going in about a meter. On the left side were hooks, displaying all kinds of ropes and scarves, thick and thin, some longer than others. Straight ahead was a variety of whips and floggers, to his right was a drawer. He opened the top one. It was empty. The second as well.
“I don’t reuse toys on different people.” Max explained “If we decide to go further into this, we might fill those drawers. Today though, we will stay with these.” He said, turning Charles towards the ropes and scarves. “Choose what you would like to use. Touch them, then decide. You can use different ones for your hands and feet.” Max said and stepped back, leaning against the drawer. Charles hesitated for a moment, then started going through the materials. He chose a red satin scarf for his hands and two black, 1cm thick ropes for his feet. “This is your choice?”
“Yes” Charles said with confidence.
“Okay, baby. Let’s try these out.” Max smiled, taking the materials from Charles. “Do you want to build a nest before we start?”
“No, just leave the pillows, I like pillows.” Charles said while Max dropped the materials on the bed.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No, I’m just a little nervous.” Charles admitted. Max stepped up to him and started kissing him deeply before lifting him up and turning around, laying him into the middle of the bed. They kept kissing, Max laying on top of Charles, who had his arms slung around his neck. Max pulled back a little bit, looking at Charles swollen, red lips. He kissed him once more while lifting himself on his knees in between Charles legs. He took the red satin scarf from next to them and unfolded it before looking at Charles again. Charles held his left arm towards him, biting his lip. Max softly slung the scarf around his wrist twice before tying the knot. He then leaned back over Charles, kissing him again while placing the hand with the scarf above their heads. He then slung the scarf around one of the smaller posts in the middle of the headboard, pulling the scarf back down. He pulled the scarf further, stretching Charles arm towards the headboard. He pulled his lips off Charles, softly pulling his free hand from his neck. He kissed his hand before stretching it upwards, placing it next to the other before tying it as well. Charles watched him tie the knot and bit his lip.
“You feeling good?” Max asked Charles.
“Yeah”
“You still want to go forward with this?”
“Yes.”
“Okay” Max said, kissing Charles again, letting his hands wander down his chest slowly. He heard Charles arms pull on the restraints, wanting to touch Max, as he normally always did. Charles let out a little mewl and Max chuckled, wandering lower. He took Charles boxers off while kissing down his body, getting him completely naked. He sat down, Charles leg in his lap. He kissed his knee, pulling one of the black ropes towards him. He wrapped the rope around the ankle a couple of times before securing it to the thick counter post. Max didn’t stretch his leg out, still giving him some room to move. He repeated the same thing on the other leg. The ropes were bound short enough to not let Charles close his legs anymore. He then crawled back up and over Charles, kissing him deeply, discovering his mouth with his tongue while his hands ran his body. He felt and heard Charles pulling on the restraints on his hands again, trying to touch him. “How do you feel?”
“Good”
“Good?”
“It feels … exciting and … adventurous and … kind of dirty.” Charles tried to explain.
“Oh, you’re feeling like a dirty boy now?” Max taunted with a smile.
“Well … do good boys do things like these?” Charles asked and turned a little red.
“You know … sometimes good boys have a dark side they only let out in private.” Max whispered into his ear, seeing a shiver run down Charles body. He spread more kisses over Charles face and neck, moving slowly, nipping and slightly biting at the skin, letting Charles writhe and pull on the restraints. Max was hard as a rock, but he wanted to enjoy Charles a little longer, getting him right to the edge before even entering him. The room reeked of Charles slick, his strawberry scent thick in the air. Max took off his own underwear and started running his dick through Charles slick, back and forth.
“God, please!” Charles let out shakily a couple minutes later.
“What’s up baby?” Max asked, hovering his face just above Charles, pulling his dick away.
“Just do it, please:” Charles begged.
“Do what, Charlie?”
“Please fuck me” Charles said, looking directly into his eyes.
“Do you want to make the rules?”
“No, no, it was just a wish.” Charles breathed heavily.
“Good.” Max said, kissing Charles and starting to tease him, moving his tips through Charles’ folds.
“Oh God” Charles whimpered, pulling at his restraints, Max tip sliding in and out of him. He repeated that for a couple of times, then left his tip inside, placing his arm to the sides of Charles head, holding himself up on his elbows.
“Look at me” Max groaned at Charles, who whimpered once more, opened his eyes and looked at him. Max slid in quickly, filling Charles and letting his jaw drop. He didn’t wait when he bottomed out, pulling immediately back and started a fast and hard rhythm, shaking Charles body. He pulled on his restraints, trying to wrap his legs around Max, loving to do that. The ropes kept him from doing that. He whimpered, the restraint lighting up little fires inside him he didn’t even know existed. It was exhilarating, this whole thing was. Charles kept his eyes open, as Max demanded, watching Max, who watched him. Tears started building in his eyes, all the emotions getting too much for him. Max started going harder, their skin slapping together violently. Charles body slid higher on the bed, moved by Max’s thrusts. Max adjusted his arms above Charles, who’s legs where now stretched out in the restraints, pulling on the posts. He had to close his eyes, it all got too much, it was just too much for him “You can let go now.” Max groaned in his ear and Charles closed his eyes, letting out a loud moan. It didn’t take him much longer to orgasm, spreading his slick. He breathed heavily, relaxing his body. Max hadn’t stopped. That was the first thing he realized. He still thrusted into him, he had slowed down a little, though. His last orgasm had barely blown over when the next one already started building. Max stopped, pulling Charles body a little lower on the mattress, releasing some of the strain from his legs. He pulled Charles into his arms, one arm above his shoulder, hand in his, while the other one wrapped around his waist. He held him close, setting a hard and fast rhythm. Charles kept mewling, his body reacting to Max’s ministrations, building up an orgasm. He spiralled again a couple minutes later, his body falling lax right after, feeling Max thrust a couple more times before releasing inside him, filling him up. They laid still and in silence for a while before Max untied Charles right wrist, followed by his left. Charles had no strength left, he just let his arms lay there.
“I’m going to pull out now.” Max whispered softly, pulling himself out a couple seconds later, Charles hissing a little. Max went to untie his ankles before laying down next to him, pulling him back into his arms and draping a blanket over them. “Here, drink a little” he said, holding a bottle to Charles lips, who took a couple of little sips, barely opening his eyes. Max cuddled Charles up in his arms, softly stroking his hair. Charles started moving and looked at Max about half an hour later. “How do you feel?” Max asked. Charles smiled and then buried his face in his chest. Max laughed a little, kissing Charles head. “Want to take a bath or a shower?”
“I don’t think I can stand up.” Charles mumbled.
“I’ll let in the water.” Max said, climbing out of the bed. They laid together in the bathtub, Max behind Charles, holding him in between his legs. Charles eyes were closed, relaxing against Max and enjoying the warm water.

“Okay” Logan said, standing in front of the building Esteban was interested in. It was mostly wrapped in a scaffold, partly covered by white cover and the construction company’s logo. It showed that the façade waved a little bit, resulting in little balconies. The façade looked already done, railings and windows already set. For the ground floor big window fronts seemed to have been planned. It had ten stories.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Khelfane, I suppose? I’m Louisa Wagner from the realty office.” A young beta woman said to them. Esteban had already told him he used his other last name, hoping at least some people wouldn’t recognize him. She seemed to be one of them.
“Yes, thank you for having time so soon.” Esteban said “This is my assistant, Mr. Logan.”
“It is great to meet both of you.” She said, shaking their hands. “Where would you like to start?”
“How about how did we even get to this point? Why is it for sale in the middle of construction?”
“Well, there were some … difficulties between the investors, that’s the biggest reason and one of them wasn’t able to carry the project on their own.”
“Okay, so all the permits are up to date, there are no delays or construction failures that already happened?” Esteban asked.
“No. I had someone else take a look, they said the space for the elevator might be a little bit small for the type of elevator he wanted to use, but I guess that’s a pretty subjective opinion.”
“That’s true.” Esteban said “Then let’s start with the ground floor and the current process of construction.”
They came back out of the building a little more than an hour later. They went to the realtor’s car on the opposite side of the street, getting a thick file with all the information as well as floorplans.
“Alright, that was a lot of information.” Logan laughed when they were back at the penthouse.
“Yes, that’s true. It’s impossible to keep everything in your head. The binder really holds a lot, I really like that. Most only have a couple of sheets pinned together or send you a pdf with three pages, stating general things. This is great. The floorplans have directives, measurements, it also has a smaller printed one with what was planned and a list with things that are currently on hold at third party contractors. By the way, I thought about your idea with the serviced appartements and I really like it. The building would be a great fit for it, too.” Esteban kept talking about how he would finish the building and what size the appartements he would prefer while Logan got them something to drink and some left-over fruit salad from breakfast. “I would need an employee, I could employ them through my company, to take care of the building, keep an eye on the housekeeping company, the reservations and stuff. Those software and the electronic door locks would be a pretty dime, but even if I turn it into a regular appartement building, people love the new and modern stuff. They don’t have to carry a key.”
“How much do they want for it, anyway?” Logan asked.
“They ask for eighteen, but I’m pretty sure I could get them down to fifteen or even thirteen. It would need another three to five to finish as aircon, plumbing and the main wiring is already in.”

“You’re alright again with Oscar?” Daniel asked Nicole when they sat on the couch in the evening, during a commercial break on tv.
“Yeah, he’s okay now. He doesn’t love it, but I never expected him to, anyway.” Nicole said, leaning against him.
“Yes, I get what you mean.” Daniel said, wrapping an arm around her.
“I have to ask you something.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Well, it’s just because I hear it a lot and stuff.”
“Okay?”
“Do you want children?” she asked.
“Well … I can’t deny that I want them, but I also know that you already have children. I don’t expect you to stand up screaming yes. I could see myself living like this, down the road, I mean. And Chloe loves to be the little one.”
“You would just … not have kids if I don’t want to?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, I told you from the beginning that I will tell you the truth. In my dreams, I have kids. But I also know that this is a point, where I didn’t see myself … start a relationship. I never thought about what would be if I meet a lady that already has children. You have children, one of them already mated and out of the house, but you still have two at home, one is going to be a teenager in a couple of years and the other one starts school soon. I can’t come into your family and demand or expect more children. It wouldn’t be right. I wouldn’t feel right. Maybe we will add one or two later, maybe we won’t. Currently I’m more in a … just let it come how it comes mood.”
“So, you mean you are not one to make any hasty decisions?” she asked with a smirk. “But really, thank you for telling me all that. You know … Chloe is at a sleepover … and Julia is not the kind to come to mommy in the middle of the night.” She then added slowly.
Daniel carried Nicole upstairs, apparently fulfilling some little dream of hers. He let her set the speed, just following her. She held a little back when he started kissing down her stomach.
“You don’t like being kissed here?” he asked, taking a little break, lifting himself on his elbows.
“No, I do, it’s just … that’s the part where I don’t look … nice.” Nicole tried to say.
“Why? Because you have some stretch marks? It’s natural, Nicky. You carried children. You can be proud of them.” Daniel smiled, kissing further down, paying extra attention to the, lighter, thin marks on her lower stomach. He let her take the lead again shortly after, holding her on his lap, letting her ride him in her own rhythm, in her own time.

Three days later, Lando and Oscar had invited Pierre, Kika, Max, Charles, Logan and Esteban for dinner. Due to Esteban and Logan arriving late in Monaco, Max had already put down P, bringing the baby phone with him. Logan sat there, reading something on his phone when he ripped his head up.
“You want to call your kid Jackass?” he asked and Max started laughing, together with Kika, who stretched her hand towards Pierre, who pulled out a twenty, handing it to her.
“The name is Jacques. Jacques Gasly. And we won’t choose it.” Kika said.
“And why does he pay you?” Lando asked.
“Because she told me that my mum suggested the name, saying at the same time that we won’t take it, because one of you Jackasses” he pointed at Lando and Logan “would turn Jacques Gasly into Jackass Lee!” Pierre explained while Charles almost fell off his chair laughing.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Logan said.
“Don’t worry, what’s so interesting, anyway?” Pierre asked, nodding towards the phone.
“It’s not really interesting. My parents want to come to the race in Hungary, apparently, they have business there.” Logan said.
“Isn’t that a good thing, though?” Charles asked.
“I don’t know.” Logan said, starting to eat again, the others looking at each other, confused.
“Well, if they are going crazy again, just call for one of us, okay?” Max said and Logan nodded.

“Do you really think they will try something weird?” Esteban asked in the evening, laying in bed, Logan wrapped in his arms.
“I don’t know. Why now? Why do they come now? They never gave a shit. They didn’t watch me race in forever. And business in Hungary? That doesn’t sound like them. I’m just … cautious. I’m trying not to get my hopes up.” Logan explained, kissing Esteban’s chest.
“We’re all there for you if they do.”
“I know, thank you.”

They arrived in Hungary on Wednesday morning, starting their media duty shortly after, Logan and Max also doing a photoshoot for some merchandise. Logan’s parents were scheduled to arrive in time for qualifying on Saturday.
The practices went well, just some sliding on gravel here and there, one damaged front wing for Daniel.
Logan greeted his parents in the hospitality before qualifying, still vary about their visit. Max was with him, introducing himself and then staying close, keeping an eye on them, but all his parents seemed to do was small talk and ask how he was.
“Seems to go alright.” Max said when they walked to the garage for qualifying.
“Yes, something is up.” Logan said, looking back at his parents through the window.
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t do things like these. They don’t do small talk, they don’t do … this.” Logan said, gnawing his lip.
Lando qualified on pole, followed by Max, Charles, Logan, Carlos, Daniel, Oliver, Fernando, George and Yuki.
Esteban and Logan had dinner with his parents, they kept on the small talk and even congratulates Esteban on his 11th place qualifying, confusing both of them.
His parents were in the garage. Something that didn’t happen since he was eight. They had let trainers taking over, standing on the sidelines once in a while, stopping completely after he moved to Europe.

He stood in his spot on the grid, waiting for the lights to go out, still confused. Almost one and a half hours later, Logan had finished in 3rd, behind Lando and Charles, Max getting 4th. He was followed by Yuki, Oliver, Fernando, Esteban, Lance and Pierre, who finally got his first point.
Logan met his parents after his interviews in front of their hospitality. Max and Esteban stood not far away, Max having P on his arm. He didn’t know why, but he hugged his mother when he met them, his hopes about them accepting him as he was on an all-time high.
Max and Esteban watched them interact, everything looking casual until Logan’s little smile started falling and he took half a step back.
“Ohoh” Esteban let out, taking a step towards them.
“Logan, it is a really good opportunity.” His father said.
“It’s no opportunity. And it’s NOT an option!” Logan started getting louder, attracting the attention of Lando and Oscar on the other side of the hospitality.
“Hey, everything good?” Max asked, still a couple feet away.
“Yes, this is a family matter.”
“Well, then, I guess a goodbye is in order.” Logan said and started walking towards Esteban.
“Why are you going?” his father asked.
“Because you’re not my family! Family doesn’t do this! They don’t lie to each other and trick each other and trying to force their members to do things they don’t want to do!” Logan yelled “What the hell is wrong with you that you can’t accept me for who I am?!” his parents were silent for a bit.
“We just want the best for you.” His father stated.
“No! You don’t! You want to squeeze me into a box, make me one of you, make me do things, that I don’t want to do at ANY TIME in my life! Just leave! GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!” Logan yelled, turning around and pulling Max and Esteban with him. Lando and Oscar followed them, all of them getting into their car that drove them to the hotel.
“Do you want to talk?” Esteban asked when they were in Logan’s suite, alone.
“I should have known. That I can’t trust them, but after they even watched the race … I let my walls down and they used it.” Logan said, wrapping himself in a blanket and sitting on the couch, Esteban following him. “Dalton took an offer from another company. Better pay, better prospects, my parents wouldn’t let him close to taking over until they’re on their deathbed. They want me to step up, taking Dalton’s spot. You heard my answer.”
“That’s cruel, letting you believe all weekend just to do that.” Esteban said, hugging him close.

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