#lestappen snippet

[f1writingbyme]

So, I finished this thing today…

I shared a little sneak peek earlier today, but I finished it this evening. @lestappenforever will beta it for me tomorrow (fucking LOVE YOU for that) and when it’s done, I’ll be ready to post it ❤️

I’ll leave a little snippet under the cut 👀

"No, wait!" Max actually shouts.

His loud tone startles Nico, who freezes with one foot in the air, just as he was about to go to the door of the motor home. He stares at Max with raised eyebrows, probably wondering what the hell is wrong with him. The thought makes Max blush even more and he's sure he would blend in with Charles' car if he was standing next to it.

He clears his throat. "Let me take a look, yeah?"

Before Nico can ask him why he can't go in when he could last night, Max slips past him on the stairs. He enters and quickly closes the door behind him before Nico can see anything inside. Just as he expected, Charles is sitting on his couch, butt-naked, one hand wrapped around himself, lazily stroking his hard cock.

Max's mouth waters at the sight and for a moment he forgets what he came in for.

"Looking for this?" With a shit-eating grin on his face, Charles holds up a black wallet in his other hand.

Nico's wallet.

As the German's name pops into his head again, Max snaps out of the trance he was in as he stared at the gorgeous man on his couch. He steps forward and snatches the wallet out of his boyfriend's hand.

"You're going to be the death of me, baby," Max says, his eyes flicking down to where Charles is still stroking himself.

"You're going to be the death of me if you're not on top of me in the next ten seconds, chèri," Charles counters, the tone of his voice breathy as he flicks his wrist in the way he likes best.

“Fuck,” Max moans softly.

“10, 9, 8…”

[f1writingbyme]

Warning: Very Fragile (Handle With Care) - broken leg recovery

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Snippet under the cut!

"Hi," Charles finally breaks the awkward silence.

"What are you doing here?"

"Seeing how you're doing," Charles says. He clears his throat. "I brought you flowers."

"You brought me flowers." It's not a question, more of a statement. A confused repetition of Charles' words.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Just because."

"Just because?"

"Yes."

Trying not to get stuck in the awkward silence that now hangs between them, Charles places the flowers on the dining room table. The colorful ribbon the florist had so carefully put on the clear wrapping is immediately attacked by one of Max's cats. When Charles looks away from the playful cat after a few minutes, he sees that Max is keeping a close eye on the animal, as if to make sure it doesn't eat the ribbon. Charles wonders if he should take the ribbon away.

He clears his throat. "So. How are you?"

These words seem to be enough to get Max's attention back. He takes his eyes off the playful cat and ocean blue meets brown speckled green. For a moment, they just stare at each other, but the moment is ruined when Max lets out a surprised laugh.

"How do you think I feel, Charles?" He says sarcastically. He gestures to both of his legs. "I broke both my legs. I can't drive, I can't walk, I can't even fucking shower without help, but yeah, other than that, I'm doing fan-fucking-tastic!"

[lestappenforever]

New fic??? And that last snippet??? Honey count me in, you know how to make me happy. I’m curious, at what time is the race for you? And the quali?? I’m insanely depressed because quali will start at 3Am and the race 2AM, what the actual fuck is this timing. I’d like to ask you for a phrase of this new fic that you know I’ll get insane reading, just to warm up 👀 see you soon my love 🫶🏻

Evie, my love, my light, good morning. ❤️

I'm so glad you’re excited for the fic! It will be up in not too long. 👀

As for the race and qualifying times, I can absolutely relate. I guess this is how F1 fans who live in Asia and Australia feel for most of the season and I do not envy them at all. For my timezone, qualifying starts at 8AM tomorrow and 7AM on Sunday. Luckily I'm a natural early riser, so it won’t be too challenging for me to get up for both.

As per your request, here is one final paragraph from the coming fic, just because I love you. ❤️

It was exactly the outcome Charles’ self-destructive self had hoped for and he’d lied to Max’s face, insisting that yes, that was exactly what he believed. Max had walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. And that had been that. 

[lestappenforever]

Post Singapore GP Lestappen angst snippet, anyone?

Full fic coming tomorrow, hopefully. (If I can come up with a fucking title.)

“When are you going to start being selfish?” He demands, looking at Charles expectantly, wanting an answer. 

Charles puts his glass down on the table with a little more force than necessary. “Max!” He’s borderline shouting, now, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself before speaking again. “Are you seriously going to sit here and lecture me after the weekend you’ve had?”

For a brief moment, Max looks like Charles imagines he would have looked if the Monégasque had physically slapped him. He remembers seeing that look on the Dutchman’s face in Brazil, and his heart aches at the memory. The Dutchman recovers quickly, though, schooling his features. He narrows his eyes at Charles. 

“I had a shit weekend because our setup didn’t work for this circuit,” Max tells him. “Not because my team decided to sacrifice me. And I still finished P5.”

The words sting like a bitch — not because Max means for them to, but simply because Charles knows that Max is right. It makes something angry and bitter stir up inside of him.

“And I finished P4,” he says, as if it’s something to be proud of. As if finishing ahead of Max is some huge deal, even though Charles knows damn well that it’s not. 

“I would have overtaken you if there was another lap. Your tires were shot because they didn’t let you pit.”

“Fuck you.”

“It’s true.”

“I know,” Charles admits, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He turns his head and looks out over the water. “It is not an ideal situation or an ideal season, but it’s —,”

“If you say ‘it’s like this’ one more fucking time, I’m going to throw my glass at you.”

[f1writingbyme]

omg I am so so so intrigued by your WIP !!!! max has a stalker who got jealous of charles is my guess of the second snippet, but very excited to read the full thing!!!

OMG thank you so much!! 🥺 It means so much to me knowing you’re excited! ❤️

You’re almost right! I haven’t thought about good summary yet, but this is basically the plot: Max has a stalker who is determined to ruin his life because he has the life the stalker thinks he deserves and Max doesn’t, so he tries to take away everything (including Charles). 👀

I hope I finish it soon, because it is taking FOREVER! Hope that you’ll be here when it’s finished!!

[f1writingbyme]

So, the lovely @lestappenforever tagged me to post a WIP snippet (Mona, you monster, but I still love you though) and I do have one of a fic I am currently working on. It's long, and it'll be even longer, and I'll probably finish it somewhere in 2030, but here we go anyway! Hope you enjoy. Not tagging anyone, because I think everyone has already been tagged, but as Mona said, please do this even if you haven't been tagged. Share it all with us!

Charles looks at the man on his couch. How can he be so calm under the current circumstances? Someone is harassing him, threatening him. His fucking apartment burned down. How Max is not affected by any of it is a complete mystery to Charles. 

“Hey,” Max says, reaching out and putting his hand on Charles’ arm. His eyes meet his, and Charles is gifted a small smile from the Dutchman. “I am okay, I promise. Does it suck? Yes, of course. Is it going to be a bitch to find a new apartment and buy everything new? Absolutely. But I’ll just hire someone to do it. As for the phone calls,” he gives Charles’ arm a light squeeze. “They will stop eventually. He will grow tired of trying to get to me or I will just get a new phone number, but it will stop at some point. Okay?”

Max’s hand is warm on his arm, his fingertips gently pressing into his skin. When he looks up at Max and sees the determined look in his eyes, Charles knows he really isn’t scared by everything that happened. He’s still amazed by the brave face the Dutchman puts up and he feels himself nod. If Max is not scared, then why should he be scared? 

Max smiles. He gives his arm one more squeeze before retracting his hand. Charles misses the warmth immediately. He watched as Max takes another sip of his whiskey, watching his throat bop when he swallows. 

“You should lock your front door, though. Just in case.”

“Max!”

Max laughs his loud, wheezing laugh, throwing his head back on the backrest of the couch. When he looks at Charles, his eyes are shimmering with a boyish charm. “I’m just messing with you.”

“You’re terrible.”

“You love it, though.”

I love you, Charles instantly thinks, his cheeks reddening immediately at the thought, but as he looks at the man sitting next to him, he knows it’s the truth. He has fallen for the idiotic Dutchman, and he has fallen hard.

[lestappenforever]

650 years late to this because I haven't had any WIPs, but the lovely @crimsonicarus tagged me to post a WIP snippet, and I finally have one now that I've started working on the sequel to "Not Fucking Leaving (When You're With Me)". Because Charles getting a podium in Belgium left me no choice. (Which I don't mind at all because BABY BOY GOT P3!) Tagging @f1writingbyme (you know what I want to see, Ilse), and anyone else who hasn't already been tagged and wants to do this!

Max does keep his promise, but not on the Sunday as originally planned. Because Max has already promised to travel to the Netherlands after the race to be there as Martin Garrix closes out Tomorrowland that Sunday night. 

Charles learns this as he’s getting changed in his driver’s room and he glances at his phone to see that he’s received a text from Max.

Max Verstappen [19:43]

I was just reminded that I’m going to Tomorrowland tonight with Lando

Max Verstappen [19:44]

Think you can be quiet enough for me to keep my promise in a hotel room?

Charles bites his lip as he reads the texts, and the words are enough to make his dick harden in his pants. His heart stutters as he types out his reply.

Charles Leclerc [19:45]

I think that depends on how good you are at what you’re going to do

Max Verstappen [19:45]

That’s a no then

Charles smirks.

Charles Leclerc [19:46]

You’re that good, huh?

Max Verstappen [19:46]

I’m going to fucking ruin you

Charles Leclerc [19:47]

Tomorrow then?

Max Verstappen [19:47]

Tomorrow. And Charles?

Charles Leclerc [19:47]

Yes?

Max’s next text has Charles’ breath catching in his throat as he reads the words.

Max Verstappen [19:48]

If you touch yourself before I see you again, you’re not even getting my thigh

Jesus fucking Christ.