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lxndonorris · 2 months

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racing hearts - lestappen

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching tension rises during the pre-season testing, a sign of what's to come throughout the year x word count: 1600+ taglist: @game-set-canet I just needed this little interlude ;P

Max breathes in the familiar scent of adrenaline and burning rubber as he steps out of the sleek Red Bull racing car, his heart still pounding from the exhilarating test session. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the paddock, and Max can't help but feel a surge of contentment wash over him.

The first official testing for the upcoming season has just begun, and it is a moment he has been eagerly anticipating. Max glances down at his new Red Bull racing suit, the iconic logo emblazoned across the chest. He looks so good. As he adjusts his helmet, he can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within him.

He had pushed the car to its limits, weaving through corners with precision, and clocked some impressive lap times. With a radiant smile spreading across his face, he takes his helmet off and leaves the Red Bull garage to take a break inside his motorhome.

The rush of adrenaline still courses through his veins, leaving him feeling alive and invigorated. It had been far too long since he had experienced the thrill of racing, and now that he is back behind the wheel, every fiber of his being thrums with pure pleasure.

As he peels off his racing gloves, Max can't help but revel in the sensation of racing lingering inside him as he walks through the paddock, basking in the afterglow of a successful test session. His body hums with energy, every muscle taut and coiled with tension.

With each step he takes, Max feels the tension inside his body and the subtle flexing of his muscles as he moves with purpose and grace. The sheer joy of being back on track is written across his face, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and his chest swelling with pride.

Max can't shake the feeling of euphoria that pulses through him. Racing is more than just a sport to him; it is a way of life, a passion that burned deep within his soul.

As he strolls through the bustling paddock, a sense of nostalgia washes over him, mingling with the thrill of anticipation for the upcoming season. Memories of the previous season flood his mind, each one punctuated by the exhilarating rush of adrenaline and the sweet taste of victory. It had felt incredible to stand on top of the podium and hold the trophy up in the air, knowing all his hard work had paid off.

Then he reaches the familiar haven of his motorhome, and a smile plays at the corner of his lips. Max opens the door, steps inside, and begins to peel off his racing gear, the fabric clinging to his skin with a mixture of sweat and triumph.

Before he can pull the zipper down in its entirety, a familiar voice cuts through the air, causing him to pause mid-motion.

"Max""

Turning, Max's grin widens as he spots Charles, his childhood rival and now his secret lover. Despite their fierce competition on track, their relationship off it is one of mutual respect and passion.

Charles stands leaning against the side of the motorhome, his red racing suit unzipped and hanging around his waist, accentuating every curve and contour of his athletic frame. The dimming light of the evening sun casts a golden hue over him, highlighting the allure that seems to radiate from every pore.

"Hey Charlie!" Max greets him, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and intrigue. "How was your session?"

Charles smirks, his gaze raking over Max's form with a hunger that sends shivers down Max's spine. "Not bad. But I think I left you some big shoes to fill out there."

Max chuckles, unable to tear his eyes away from Charles' captivating gaze. The tension between them is palpable—a dance of desire and competition that has ignited since the end of the last season.

It started innocently enough—a shared moment of camaraderie that blossomed into something much deeper. And now, as they stand face-to-face, the air crackles with the electricity of their secretive romance.

Charles takes a step closer into the motorhome, his movements oozing with self-confidence and a lingering desire that sends Max's heart racing faster than any of their race cars. "You know, it's going to be much harder for you to become a world champion with me on your tail."

Max feels a thrill run down his spine at the challenge in Charles' words. Leaning in closer, he brushed his lips against Charles' while closing the door behind him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Charles tilts his head slightly, his hands moving to rest gently on Max's chest, fingers tracing slow circles across his frim muscles. The touch ignites a fire within him that burns hotter with each passing moment.

"I missed fighting you on track," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "Those battles during testing were...so much fun."

Max lets out a deep, rumbling growl in response, relishing the feel of Charles's hands exploring his body. He leans into his touch, his own hands coming to rest on Charles's waist, pulling him closer.

Max's gaze drifts downward, lingering on the tantalizing sight of their bodies mere inches apart. Despite the close proximity, the space between them seems charged with tension, each breath they take heavy with desire.

His eyes trace the contours of Charles's athletic frame, admiring the way his racing suit hugs every curve and muscle with precision.

A low, primal sound rumbles in Max's throat as he licks his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him. The sleek fabric of these red fireproofs clings to Charles's skin, leaving little to the imagination and sparking a fierce hunger within Max. He can't help but marvel at how effortlessly Charles wears the suit, exuding confidence and allure with every moment.

The sight of his boyfriend in his racing gear never fails to stir something primal within him, awakening a need that only Charles could satisfy.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Max teases, "Admit it, you're showing off your tight fireproofs to mess with me."

Charles smirks, his gaze smoldering with lust. "Maybe I am," he admits, not bothering to hide the truth. Instead, he leans closer, his lips brushing against Max's ear. "But seeing the way you react to them...just makes me hard."

Max's breath catches in his throat at the confession, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of Charles intentionally teasing him, of knowing the effect it has on Max, only fuels the fire between them.

With a low growl, Max surges forward, capturing Charles's lips in a fierce kiss, his fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of Charles's undergarments. His touch is electric, sending sparks flying between them as their bodies press together, molding into one another with a sense of urgency and longing.

Charles pulls away for a moment, meeting Max's longing gaze with a playful smirk. He teases Max further, his fingers tracing the zipper of his racing suit, Max's breath hitches in excitement.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Charles begins to unzip his suit, the fabric parting to reveal the tantalizing glimpse of Max's muscles bulging through his fireproofs.

Max's heart races as Charles's hand slips inside, his touch sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. The sensation of his fingers stroking Max's chest is tingling, each caress leaving him craving more. He leans into the touch, his own hands moving to trace the contours of Charles's body, reveling in the feel of his boyfriend's warmth beneath his fingertips.

Both of their bodies, all of their muscles are hard as rock as more tension builds up inside them.

"I can't wait to fight on the track again," Charles murmurs again. "And this time, I will be on top."

Max lets out a low groan once Charles's hand reaches his crotch; all of this teasing causes his member to grow and bulge inside his tight suit.

He knows Charles is a formidable opponent, one who pushes him to his limits both on and off the racetrack. The thought of facing him on the track once more fills Max with a heady mix of lust and desire.

"We will see about that," Max whispers, playing with Charles's nipples, desperately trying to pierce his shirt.

With a chuckle, Charles reluctantly pulls away from Max, his fingers lingering on the zipper of his racing suit for a moment longer. He can't resist stealing one last admiring glance at Max's physique—his chest so firm and his length tenting visibly—his gaze lingering on the alluring sight of his unzipped suit.

"You know," Charles smirks, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "I won't be able to hide this." He grabs himself through his suit and fondles with his own member. Max bites his lower lip, touching himself as well.

"All I want is to battle you and win." Charles's smirk grows wider while he runs a hand along his length and up his chest to his neck, stroking himself again and again.

Max's heart skips a beat at the declaration, his own desire echoing his sentiments. He knows their battles on track are more than just a competition; they are a test of skill, determination, and passion.

With a shy smirk, Max steps closer to Charles, their bodies still tingling with the heat of their shared desire. "Bring it on," he replies, his voice filled with confidence.

As Charles turns to leave, Max can't help but admire the grace and strength in his stride. Their love may be a secret, but the fire that burns between them is undeniable.

Max watches Charles leave, his heart heavy with longing, feeling a pang of disappointment that their time together was cut short. The sight of Charles stroking himself before turning back for one last look will linger in Max's mind.

With a sigh, Max gets back into his motorhome, resting for the upcoming race next week.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen smut #max verstappen x charles leclerc #max x charles #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smut #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #lestappen imagine

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the-offside-rule · 1 month

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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - August ft. Max Verstappen

Requested: no, I just had a dream about it

Prompt: literally just the whole AugustinexJamesxBetty storyline but...reversed ig

Warnings: pretty angsty

The Charles side of the story

Betty: Part 1

Y/n stood amidst the pulsating lights and thumping music of the crowded party, not quite believing her eyes, hoping it was just the lights playing tricks on her. She finally spotted him, dancing closely with a girl she didn't recognize. Y/n sighed as she watched her boyfriend, Max, twirling a girl on the dance floor, the uncertainty and insecurity rising within her. Annoyance prickled at her as she watched them sway together, and without a word, she turned and slipped away into the night, not wanting Max to see her. Little did she know, a certain Monegasque had caught a glimpse of her leaving and decided he should go and check up on her.

Y/n walked out into the cold air, her heels clicking off the pavement she walked on, holding herself for both comfort and warmth.As she walked along the dimly lit street, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected to see Max dancing with some other girl, and it hurt more than she cared to admit. Who was she? Did he know her? Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the car that pulled up beside her until the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

"Hey, Y/n!" Charles's voice broke through her reverie, concern etched on his features. "What are you doing out here alone?" Y/n blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected appearance. "I just needed to leave that stupid party." She replied. Everyone in the paddock admitted that her and Max were the same; when they were annoyed, you could tell. Charles studied her for a moment, his gaze softening. "Something bothering you?" He asked gently, still driving along, matching her pace. Y/n hesitated, then decided to confide in him. "I saw Max dancing with another girl at the party." She admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. Charles's brows furrowed in understanding. "Sorry about that. It must not have been nice to watch." He replied sympathetically. "Yeah, it was," Y/n sighed, grateful for his understanding. "I just... I thought we were good together, you know?" Charles nodded. "You're bothered over him? Have you seen you?" He asked. Y/n smiled to herself as she heard him. "You're not being very helpful right now, Charles."

"Maybe not right now, but if you would like I could drive you home." Y/n stopped, the car stopped almost immediately alongside her. "Really?" He nodded, unlocking the door and pushing it open. "Y/n get in." Y/n grinned, running into the car and putting her seatbelt on. "Okay, let's go." He smiled as they drove off. "So, tell me everything." He said as if he wasn't there watching everything unfold. "Well, I didn't exactly want to go to this. It's a party full of people I don't know and then to make it worse, the one guy I did know decided to go dance with someone else. My boyfriend, danced eith someone else. That's just fucking rude." Y/n ranted on and on for a few minutes about how it annoyed her, while Charles simply navigated the streets until he had gotten onto her street. "I just- it's so aggravating. You know? I'm so mad at him." Y/n said, ending her rant.

"It's okay to feel mad." Charles said softly. "And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you." Y/n smiled gratefully, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thanks for listening, Charles." She said gratefully. "I really appreciate it." Charles smiled warmly. "Anytime, Y/n. i

If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you." He assured her as he parked up outside Y/n's apartment. Y/n's heart warmed at his kindness, and impulsively, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She whispered. Charles turned and slowly but surely leaned in, kissing her intently. She didn't exactly pull away, but she reluctantly kissed back, cupping his cheeks and melting into his lips. "If this is going to go any further, would you mind if I grabbed your number first?" He felt her smile against his lips. "Of course. Let me just-"

As she pulled away, she reached for her phone to exchange numbers with Charles, but her fingers froze when she saw a message from Max .

Max🧡

Are you okay? I can't find you anywhere?

Charles looked over onto her screen, his shoulders drooped. "I should go." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Charles nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Yes. You can-" He looked down at the phone Y/n had pointed towards him. "I'm still gonna want your number, though." He smiled softly and carefully dialled his digits in. "There you go, Y/n. Hopefully we can meet up soon." With a small smile, Y/n nodded, feeling a sense of empowerment building within her. "Of course we will. You're far too sweet for me to not." She said, getting out of the car. Charles felt his heart skip a beat over and over again as he watched her walk up to her doorstep. He simply drove away dreaming about what their next encounter would feel like, as she typed out a response to Max.

Y/n

Sorry babe, just got tired. I decided to head home. See you soon x

As she lay in bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude towards Charles for being there when she needed someone the most. Her thought however, drifted away from Charles as she remembered her smiling boyfriend, so perfect in every way and so, so loving.

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bestedoesmeow · 11 months

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✩ AFTER HOURS ✩ & lestappen smau

in which charles and max couldn't manage to hide their relationship !

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Charles Leclerc is in Maldives and it seems like he is enjoying his holiday!

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⤵ user57 : okay people first hear me out, max posted a story wearing the exact same trunks yesterday and now charles is wearing it THERE IS THIS RUMOR THAT saying THEY ARE SPENDING THE HOLIDAY TOGETHER OHHH

⤵ user89 : maybe they have the same trunks yk

⤵ user23 : now that's the tea, that's the story, that's the drama that's all I need

⤵ user34 : his body🤩

⤵ user65 : I think he hides something from us🤨

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Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc seen in the same beach. After Verstappen, Leclerc was caught by the cameras 😮 seems like the two rival is spending their holiday together.

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⤵ user09 : now that's odd

⤵ user45 : enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers...

⤵ user56 : do you think they race each other to see who is faster in the sea lmao

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⤵ user67 : I DON'T KNOW BUT do you really think they are friends or there's something more?

⤵ user99 : don't be delusional they are friends they can spend their holiday together just like the others do.

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make my heartbeat fast like Ferrari 🏎

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⤵ user11 : I bet he's talking about that blonde bitch

⤵ user23: Be honest with us PLS OMG

⤵ user04 : you are so hot 😫

⤵user55 : MAX LIKED THE POST? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ?

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⤵ user02 : charlie took the pic huh?

⤵ user45 : happy honeymoon loves :*

⤵ user34 : my brain can't comprehend what is happening right now

⤵ user67 : what a view :0

⤵ user56 : so you really are on holiday together and you are not lying

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After all of the rumors, even though there wasn't any confirmation made from the two, the rumored couple was seen holding hands in the paddock as they were back from the holiday. To respect their choice the comments on this post will be limited. Wishing them the best 😍

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joyrl9 · 1 month

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FICS MASTERPOST (yet to finish all of them but pretty regular uploads)

Were there clues I didn't see? by joyrl_9

Started as a pwp, turned into a whole story filled with angst, fluff and topics of self-discovery, maturing, following your heart, growing in a relationship, realising your worth and learning to forgive. (also filled with smut but hey)

(Whispers of are you sure) Never have i ever before by joyrl_9

Meet-cute summer romance story. Non-famous AU following them as they get to know each other, fall in love and learn to go through life. First times and healing from the past. Discovering how to navigate a proper relationship. A little journey to confidence, becoming an adult. (also filled with smut but hey)

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cuoredimarzapane · 2 months

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Okay so... since we finally have proof that lestappen played padel together also as a team I'm here to say that I'm waiting for the ao3 writers to do their best because I'm craving to read all the fics about that match. Please, if you do that let me know 💘

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fics #lestappen ao3 #ao3 #lestappen ff #charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles x max #ao3 tags #ao3 writer #please write max bott

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kimis-gloves · 1 month

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i need a minute to talk about this fic i just finished.

this fic has genuinely changed my life, i really cant put into words how i feel right now and how much this piece of art has filled my heart.

this fic took 4 days of my life and i would give anything to go back and read it for the first time again.

this fic is now everything to me, i seriously wish i could find the words to describe how its made me feel and how badly i love the material. ive never read anything like this and im so so glad i committed and dedicated the time to read through this.

please please please read it here on ao3, please support and show the authour how much they deserve to be praised for the things they’ve given us, if anyone knows if authour has a tumblr PLEASE let me know i would love to give them some attention

THIS GIF IS LITERALLY SO ACCURATE TO THE STORYLINE I CANT RN

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #lestappen fanfiction #cl16xmv1 #cl16xmv33 #cl16 #mv33 #mv1

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shootingstar-scuderia · 3 months

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it was always written in the stars

(aka i like thinking about destiny and circles and stars and should probably go to bed)

thinking about lestappen and how once they get older, once they age out of the sport, once they stop having the same thirst for racing they have and start to want to have other things, to have another life, they announce their retirement.

thinking about how their retirement comes with the fanfare that only legacy drivers get. how everyone sings the praises of the predestined and the inevitable. but both Max and Charles know that they aren’t the only predestined ones and it is only inevitable they get pushed out by blood that is younger and fresher than them.

because they’ve spent a lifetime chasing each other, chasing each other because it was written in the stars, because it was all they knew, because they loved each other. and they know they’ll have a lifetime of lazy sunday mornings curled up in bed, a lifetime of promises of forever and until the end of time. and once the attention has waned and the world moves on, they’ll have a lifetime of dinner dates where they’re not tucked away in some dimly lit back corner of a restaurant.

and as they look out into the grandstands one last time, knowing that there is no going back and how tomorrow things will be different in a way that’s new and filled with a frightening amount of possibilities, they spot them. two you boys, fresh out of f2, flush with what Max and Charles know to be the promise of a lifetime. It’s an abdication of the crown, Max and Charles know what is predestined and what is inevitable. before the two boys can put a name to it, before the rest of the world knows it.

and the cycle begins again.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic #lestappen fanfiction #max verstappen #charles leclerc #cl16 #mv1

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oranjeleeuw · 6 months

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Someone with more time on their hands please write me a Lestappen drama where Charles is slowly but surely lured to RBR because they saw he's at the lowest with Ferrari and the RBR team is using Max and their blossoming situationship to get the job done and he's a double agent basically since he has to convince Charles he deserves better and better means joining RBR and Charles finds out and it's just a big tragedy of "you tricked me"s and" we just wanted what's best for you"s and "my love for you was never a lie"s and I don't want to paint the teams as Pure Evil things but aaaaaa can you see the beautiful romantic tragedy this could be???

Max going at some point and screaming I just wanted to save you from yourself, is that a crime

Please I would eat that shit up it would be the heaviest Am I a Bet? fanfic around. Ahhh.

#I'm on my knees begging for a writer in the wild to see this #Would love to work it out myself but switching jobs and working on a thesis is just #Too much #So #Lestappen authors #I'm counting on you #Big love #lestappen fanfiction #max verstappen #f1 rpf fic #Charles Leclerc #Charles rbr agenda

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dittaturamonegasca · 14 days

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Soooo I don't really know what to say for myself at this point. But this was my very personal way to cope with all the feelings following Suzuka. The idea came from a little talk with @camilleisback... blame it on her, she encourages me WAY TO MUCH (love you babe)!

Very short and (I hope) strict to the point.

The title refers to a really beautiful italian song (La Rondine by Mango, if you're interested) that really captures the beauty and the sorrow of this particular piece.

If you'd like to read it, give me a kudos or a feedback, everything's more than appreciated ❤️

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laura1633 · 2 months

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I need some strange Lestappen soulmate au where if you happen to be around your soulmate you suddenly become hyper competitive and have an overwhelming desire to show them how good you are at something.

Max and Charles are oblivious that they are soulmates but everyone else knows because they can't stop battling and overtaking each other even in testing 😉😂

#lestappen #lestappen fanfiction #max verstapen #charles leclerc #f1 testing

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oscar-pasta-tree · 2 months

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VROOM VROOM LESSGO MY LESTAPPEN IS READY I’LL PUBLISH IT THIS EVENING I’M EXCITED FIRST FIC IN THE FANDOM!!!

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fic #f1 fic

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lxndonorris · 11 months

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hard tires - lestappen

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching Max surprises Charles right before the first training session in Monaco x word count: 1570+

After a year of anticipation, Formula 1 is back in Monaco, Charles' home race. The first training session is about to start in around 45 minutes, and he is still sitting in his motorhome, ready to change into his racing attire.

His team had already left for the Ferrari garage, and he asked to be left alone for a while, mentally preparing for the upcoming weekend. It's going to be a tough race, but that's the way Charles likes it.

He doesn't want to win effortlessly, not in the slightest, and his current car isn't making it all too easy for him. He shakes his head, a coy smile forming on his lips, thinking about racing this iconic track again.

He gets up from the sofa and walks towards the cupboard, his red fireproofs and red racing suit already waiting for him behind the wooden doors. Charles opens them, looks down, and licks his lips nervously.

"Okay." He breathes deeply. "Time to do this."

At first, he unbuttons his jeans, feeling them slide down his thighs to his ankles. He's already wearing a pair of slippers, so that makes it way easier for him to change. Charles steps out of his trousers, and with a quick comforting touch, he lets a hand brush over his crotch. Licking his lips again, he picks up the tight fireproofs and easily slides into the lower half.

He enjoys the feeling of fabric against his skin, how tight they are, flattering all of him. Again, Charles touches himself; this time, however, he pulls at it to fix it lovingly. He starts humming as he takes his Ferrari shirt off, with the faint scent of his cologne clinging to it.

Tilting his head, he feels a little stiff, partly due to excitement but also due to his nervous mind. Shaking his head and snapping out of this thought, he puts the upper half of the fireproofs on. As the fabric brushes against his nipples, he giggles to himself.

Unable to help himself, he starts to stroke himself once, then twice, getting more and more into it.

"Alm.. oost." He purrs, running both of his hands across his chest, his abs, and again, further down his body, feeling a tent forming in his trousers. Confidently, he hums again, barely hearable, yet his whole body vibrates slightly.

Now, he picks up the beautiful red racing suit and admires it for a second, looking at his name and the Monegasque flag, before he puts it on.

Charles enjoys this moment the most: getting ready to get into that car, flying along the track, and most importantly, living his dream. Not to mention how good he looks wearing this. With the upper half hanging down, he puts on shoes before stepping in front of the mirror. His eyes wander all over him before he lets his hands encompass all of him once more. It feels so good.

Charles closes his eyes, taking this moment in.

Then he regains his composure, opens his eyes, and runs both hands through his nicely-done hair. He looks perfect, as always. Smirking at his reflection, he nods.

"Enjoying yourself, Charles?" A voice penetrates his mind, snapping him out of his thoughts completely.

Startled, he turns around to see a figure standing in between the doorframe of his motorhome, arms crossed, casually leaning against it. It's none other than Max Verstappen, one of his biggest rivals since forever.

Charles feels his face flush with color instantly, accompanied by searing heat.

"It's not…uh…what are you doing here?" He stutters, his eyes darting from left to right, and then straight back to Max, who's just standing there, a sly smirk slowly spreading across his lips.

"I was going to ask you the same." Max smirks, still leaning against the doorframe.

While Charles' face is bright red, he tries to regain his composure again.

"I was just getting ready for training." He says, his soft voice barely hearable, a dozen thoughts racing through his mind.

"I can see that." Max tilts his head, his eyes now wandering down Charles' body, seemingly admiring what they see. He takes a step into the motorhome, his eyes still all over Charles' well-formed body.

He feels Max's eyes on him, causing him to blush even harder. They've been seeing each other for a while now, trying their best to keep their dating as private as possible, but at times, both of them are craving the other's attention.

Charles uses this opportunity to have a look at Max's body now too. He's already wearing his dark blue racing suit, and he looks so good in it too. The fabric adulates his form perfectly, and he is totally aware of it. Sadly, his suit is fully closed; even the collar at the top is tightly shut. Max would always do that to tease Charles, not letting him get a sneak peek at that beautiful body.

On the other hand, he enjoys the feeling of the fireproofs exposing his trained physique just enough to tease anyone able to see him like that. And it's working perfectly on Max right now.

He is now just a step away, but Charles knows that he is already wanting more, just by the way he is looking at him. Those shining eyes now slowly wander up his body once more until their gazes meet again.

"Fuck. You look hot." He breathes deeply, his voice almost growling.

Confidently, Charles tilts his head now.

"Is that so?" He says this, lifting his chin slightly. Moving his chest slowly, he makes sure to show off a little. His muscles are now testing the limits of his clothes as he flexes his biceps.

Biting his lower lip, Max takes a step closer again, one hand immediately reaching for Charles' arm, the other steadying himself against his firm chest.

As soon as he feels Max's hands on his body, waves of pleasure pulsate through his entire body, causing his muscles to tense even harder. With Max's fingers around his biceps, he flexes again, and the two of them let out a low groan, with Charles humming again.

He watches Max's eyes follow the movements of his hand while stroking Charles' chest with the other, brushing over his hardening nipples with the tip of his thumb.

"Like what you see?" He grunts, slowly blinking, and before he looks down at Max's body, all of him is tensing and bulging as well.

Returning the favor, he uses his other hand to stroke Max once, then twice, before letting his hand run down his chest, abs, and right to the enormous tent forming inside those pants.

"Oh yeah." Max growls, his body now reacting to Charles' loving strokes.

Then, Max moves his head just enough to look right into his rivals' eyes again. Their faces just inches apart, Max leans in, just to let his lips brush over Charles'.

"It's not like seeing you in this is giving me an instant hard-on every time." He growls, both of his hands now touching Charles' firm chest. who's taking one deep breath after another to steady himself.

Enjoying that gentle touch, he feels his body getting stiffer by the second when the faint scent of Max's cologne swirls around his nostrils. With one deep breath, he inhales all of it—that familiar smell, one that he will never forget.

For a while, what feels like an eternity, he closes his eyes, all of him taking this moment in, when he feels Max's hand move again, this time further down his body, tracing the visible outlines of his abs with the tip of his fingers, sending shivers down his spine.

"Fuck." A soft moan escapes Charles' lips, just to Max's amusement.

"Yeah, good." He grunts, breathing against Charles's skin, making it even worse to stand straight.

"Max." Charles moans again, leaning in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Steadying themselves against each other, both of them start touching each other's chests firmly while kissing again and again.

Max being the first to take it a step further, his hand finds its way back down, right between their thighs, to feel Charles' excitement grow harder and harder.

"That's... so good." He moans into Max's mouth, giving him goosebumps.

Just then, he pulls away, just enough to still feel Max's lips on his.

"We don't have time." He says it breathlessly, and Max nods.

"I know." He smirks mischievously again.

"This has to do, for now." Charles enjoys that hand still on his length, bulging inside his clothes, as he smiles shyly.

"I'm glad you came." He says, placing a single kiss right on his lips again.

"Me too." Max smiles, letting his hands wander all over Charles' body one last time.

"It's going to be hard hiding that now." He grins, feeling himself firmly. Charles' eyes are now back on Max's huge bulge before they follow his hand back across his chest.

"Same here." He mirrors Max's movements perfectly, and the two of them giggle.

"Uh. I'll leave you now." He blushes slightly, taking a step back towards the door. Charles nods, his eyes appreciating Max's body once more.

"See you on track," Charles says, and with a smile, Max is gone.

Taking a long, deep breath, Charles turns around again, looking at his reflection. His eyes instantly wander down again, and with a gentle stroke, he feels himself still being hard.

"Whatever." He shrugs, puts on a cap from the sideboard, and leaves his motorhome as well.

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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Betty ft. Charles Leclerc

August: Part 1

The Max side of the story

The morning after the party, Y/n found herself sitting across from Max in a cozy café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Despite the pleasant surroundings, a heavy silence hung between them, each lost in their own thoughts. "Hey, are you alright?" Max asked, reaching across the table to gently place his hand on hers. Y/n forced a small smile, trying to push away the lingering thoughts from the previous night. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, I guess." Max frowned, not convinced by her response. "You seem really quiet. Did something happen last night?" Y/n didn't reply, she simply sipped on her coffee and intently read the pages of her book.

Max reached across the table, concern etched on his face. "Y/n, you've been quiet all morning. Is everything okay?" Y/n sighed. "Actually, I-" Her thoughts wavered as her gaze flickering towards the window where she spotted Charles walking by. He looked in, a small smile on his face as he had his headphones on. Based on the sweat practically dripping off him, she guessed he had just been on a jog or something. Charles spotted her and waved, she gave him a subtle nod before turning the attention back to Max.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, forcing a smile. Max frowned, unconvinced. "I don't buy it. You seem... off." Y/n hesitated for a moment before deciding to voice her feelings. "It's just... last night at the party. I didn't like seeing you dance with that girl." Max's brow furrowed in confusion. "Oh, that was just Sarah. She's a family friend I haven't seen in years, and she's actually engaged." Y/n's heart sank as she realized her mistake. She had let jealousy cloud her judgment, jumping to conclusions without knowing the full story. "I'm sorry, Max." She murmured, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. "I shouldn't have assumed."

Max reached across the table, gently squeezing her hand. "It's okay, Y/n. I understand why you were upset, but I promise there was nothing between Sarah and me." Y/n nodded, grateful for Max's understanding. But even as relief flooded through her, a twinge of guilt lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn't bring herself to tell Max about her encounter with Charles, knowing it would only complicate things further. "Why do you look so guilty now?" Max asked, studying her intently. Y/n bit her lip, trying to come up with a convincing lie. "I guess I just feel bad for overreacting. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you without knowing the full story."

Max's expression softened, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand. "You don't need to apologize, Y/n. We all make mistakes. What's important is that we talk about it and move forward." Y/n nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. But even as she smiled and nodded along with Max's words, a part of her couldn't shake the memory of Charles' comforting presence the night before....and then their kiss.

As they finished their breakfast and headed out of the café, Y/n couldn't help but steal a glance at Charles, who was now sitting at a table by the window, sipping his coffee. Their eyes met briefly, and Y/n offered him a grateful smile before turning back to Max, her heart heavy with the weight of her unspoken secrets.

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