beholden to no gods
max x charles, E, 9.k, chapter 1 of 2
“It’s safer than hitting me, yes?”
“What,” Charles chokes out, has no idea what Max is on about, he can’t focus-
Especially when Max shuffles closer, crowding him even further against the wall. He continues, hasty and frantic, “This is safer than fighting. We don’t get hurt, no one gets in trouble. We blow off steam with each other. Makes sense, yes? Yes?”
“I-I don’t-”
Before Charles can begin to formulate a response, Max is ducking in again, kissing him again, and Charles is stunned into stillness. . . . or: 2019 Austria GP. Charles confronts Max, and things go much further than either of them intended. Charles struggles in the aftermath, Max is desperate for another taste.
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the 2019 austria fic i always wanted but never found.
heed the tags.
chapter 2 (11k)
Max looks at him, despite the dim light of the club it’s clear to see the frustration written all over his face, as if Charles is being the difficult one. “I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want to. I keep seeing the way you look at me-” “I keep seeing the way you are looking at me!” “Then we are both looking at each other,” Max snaps, “So why don’t we do something about it?”
chapter 3 (12k)
He’s being nice, so fucking nice, and Charles does not know how to deal with it. It tugs at something in him, his secrets pulled to the surface with each gentle touch. With an unsteady sigh, he opens his mouth and finally spills- “I cannot figure it out. If I like men… or if I just like you.” Max goes very still. “Oh… oh, fuck, baby,” Max breathes.
chapter 4 (8k)
Singapore 2019 Maybe it’s the heat. Or jetlag and lack of sleep. Or even the noxious, hazy air blanketing the city. Or maybe Charles is simply too exhausted to fight this any more.
