005. a private jet miles high in the sky .
This can be nothing but lestappen 💙❤️ tia!
005. a private jet miles high in the sky
They’re running late, and so it’s a bit of a frenzy getting into the plane, getting everybody situated and ready for take off in time, which means Max and Charles don’t really interact until they’re both falling into their respective seats across from each other and finally make eye contact.
And immediately burst out into laughter.
It’s relief, Charles thinks, as he clutches his side and doubles over, laughter turning more into a choked off wheeze as Max throws his head back and clutches at his stomach. It’s months of stress and pressure and worry falling off their shoulders as it truly starts to sink in what they just did.
Charles laughs until his sides start hurting, until no noise comes out anymore, until there are tears in his eyes. Max, across from him is much the same, wiping his hand across his cheeks and letting out small hiccupping laughs as they finally settle down a little again.
“God, Silvia is going to kill me,” Charles says, when they’ve regained themselves again. The plane has started taxing now, and Charles feels the engine roar to life underneath them.
“You didn’t speak to her? At the track?” Max asks, surprised.
Charles pulls a face. “No. That might have been a little on purpose, but don’t tell her that.”
Max laughs. “I mean, PR is PR, right? And this is definitely going to be making some front pages.” It sounds, cocky, almost, but he’s not wrong.
It is, after all, the first time two drivers publicly came out by making out on the top step of the podium.
“God, I can’t believe we just did that,” Charles says, and another giggle escapes him. “When you said, that we should go public, this is not what I had in mind.”
Max’s face shutters a little. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I-“
“No,” Charles says, cutting him off. “No, Max, don’t worry. It was perfect. I loved it. It was unexpected, that’s all.”
Max smiles at him, soft and fond. “Good.” And then, because he can never go too long without saying it. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Charles says, and Max’s smile nearly rivals the one he’d had on the podium earlier that day.
Max had won the race, Charles in second. It had been a while, since they’d both shared the podium, and Charles felt giddy with it. Not just with the feeling of being up there again, after what had been a pretty shit season so far, but also the feeling of Max, next to him. Max must’ve been excited too, kept beaming down at him, proud and happy and in love, and then, right as they got to the champagne spraying, Max had pulled him up on the top step, out of nowhere, and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss.
Charles had melted into it almost instantly.
There’s going to be repercussions, probably. He doesn’t know yet what the FIA will say, but chances are they won’t be happy. And their teams will probably have a thing or two to say about it as well. But right now, it doesn’t really matter.
Right now, Max is sitting across from him, beaming smile on his face, his hair still sticky with champagne, looking absolutely radiant. Right now, Charles feels like he’s on top of the world, like he’s the luckiest man on earth, like nothing can take this away from him.
Right now, Charles Leclerc is madly, madly, in love with Max Verstappen, and the whole world knows.
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