Charles is wearing Lewis’s shirt for media day…whether it’s an honest mistake or not, Max will have some thoughts surely?
Answered this in a giddy haze and somehow ended up with a ficlet. I love jealous lestappen so much 🥰:
At the end of the long media day, Charles realizes someone is closely following him and Andrea out to the parking lot. He smiles, somehow recognizing the presence just from the footsteps. Even if he didn’t, Andrea’s exasperated and slightly wary face would give away who it was anyways.
As it is, Charles is completely unsurprised when he makes it to his rented car and feels someone hovering over right up against his back before he can open the door to get in.
“You think you’re very funny, don’t you,” Max’s voice comes from behind him, low and angry.
Charles’ smile widens, even as Andrea dives into the passenger side seat, eager to escape the strange courting ritual.
“I do not know what you mean,” he answers Max flippantly, still facing away from his boyfriend, casually twirling the key fob around one finger.
“No,” Max’s hand is suddenly on him, clenching the hem of his shirt, crushing the #44 in his fist, “Don’t play dumb, Charles. You know what everyone is thinking?”
“No. Maybe you are needing to tell me.”
The frustrated curse Max mutters in response makes a thrill shoot through him. He needs to bite his lip to hold in his happy gasp when Max’s chest is suddenly against his back, his free hand gripping his hip to keep them pressed together.
“Here is what’s going to happen,” Max mutters darkly, his mouth brushing against the shell of Charles ear, “You are coming to my hotel room tonight. You are going to spend the night on your knees, keeping my cock nice and warm in your pretty little mouth and thinking about who you fucking belong to.”
An excited shiver races down Charles’ spine, but he can’t give up the game that easily-
“What makes you think I am free just because you want me,” he sniffs, “Lewis mentioned we could have dinner together- OOF.”
Max surges forward, flattening Charles against the car door, pinning him in place beneath his body.
“Such a fucking brat,” he hisses into his ear, grinding his hips harshly into Charles ass, “You’re flying back with me Sunday. On the plane I’m going to spank your ass red before I wreck you, Charles, gonna make you squeal for it, I fucking swear.”
The promise, paired with Max’s body moving against his, gets Charles so hot his cock begins stirring in his pants.
His voice trembles with excitement as he tries to keep playing, “I do not know why I should come to your hotel tonight or fly back with you on Sunday when you are acting like such a beast. Maybe if you say please I will consider.”
There’s a sharp nip to his earlobe that makes his knees go weak.
“Come to my room tonight,” Max says, low and slow, “Or I’ll make sure to stay nice and close with Kimi all weekend.”
Charles goes very still, the smile falling off his face. “Do not be stupid, Max.”
“I’m sure he wants to fly home with me on Sunday-“
“Shut the hell up,” Charles snaps, scowling across the roof of the car at the empty lot. This game suddenly isn’t very fun anymore.
“I know that’s what this is all about,” Max grinds against him again, making Charles feel the outline of his cock, “You made your point…Now I will make mine.”
There’s a lingering kiss pressed against Charles’ cheek, surprisingly soft all things considered.
“Be at my hotel in one hour. Don’t be late, baby.”
Max peels off of Charles, gives him a discreet pat on the ass, and walks off without another word, presumably making his way to his own car. Charles does not watch him go, still twirling the key around his finger, still scowling as he stares off into space, weighing his options and contemplating just how much he wants to push his jealous boyfriend-
Heaving a sigh, he finally gets in the car, glancing over where Andrea is resolutely ignoring him and furiously tapping away on his phone.
“I am going to Max’s after dinner.”
“I figured,” his trainer mutters, “You go have your fun, while I try to figure out where we’re going to get the make up to cover up whatever marks you show up with tomorrow.”
Charles blushes, staying silent because history shows that Andrea knows exactly what to expect when Charles emerges from Max’s hotel room tomorrow morning. He has no defense.
But any embarrassment melts away quickly as Charles drives away from the paddock, and soon a giddy smile is back on his face, already anticipating how good it will feel to have Max’s full, jealous attention.
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