We are continuing to further the Bottom!Max agenda!! 🤭
Last time we left off was Max and Charles at a cozy little wine bistro where our besotted Dutchman (now a little tipsy with flushed cheeks and wide eyes) admitted that he, um, he's never been with anyone...like that 🥺 that our bold, fearless world champion is actually still a virgin because he's been saving himself for the man he loves 🥺
Cue Charles absolutely losing it because who the fuck is this mystery man?? Which lucky bastard is out there holding Max's heart in the palm of his (unworthy) hands and not realizing what a treasure he actually has??! Charles is sitting there, fuming and jealous and so goddamn smitten that he just blurts out:
"Then that person is the luckiest bastard to walk the earth." His voice is guttural, almost pained, as he forces his hands to remain on the table. As he takes a deep drink of wine because if he doesn't, he may just grab Max by that perfect, small waist and never let the Dutchman go.
Charles doesn't realize how Max's mouth drops open a little when he sees Charles tilt his head back, throat moving as he finishes his wine, and suddenly, Max is crossing his legs, desperately trying to hide just how hard he's getting from watching Charles drink wine.
He initially wants to change the topic but that's when his half-drunk brain finally latches onto Charles's last statement:
Then that person is the luckiest bastard to walk the earth.
Charles sounded...he sounded almost...
Jealous.
He opens his mouth to speak, to ask if the boy Max has pined over since the moment he knew he liked boys might...feel the same way.
About him.
But that's when Charles sets down his wine glass and gently wraps his large, warm hand around the blond's wrist. "Let's go," he gives him a soft smile, "we had gelato but we never got dessert."
Max is ready to get up and follow Charles out of the bistro but something stops him.
He just—he has to know. Because if Charles feels something for him, if the most beautiful man in the world likes Max as more than a friend, then the Dutchman will chase after him—no holding back—and he won't stop until Charles kisses him the way Max has always dreamed of.
He takes a deep breath and gathers all the courage in his heart to ask one soft, half-whispered question:
"What if...what if the person is you?"
Charles freezes. His entire body tenses up, his breathing becomes shallow and Max is terrified that he's ruined it.
That his big, fat mouth and his stupid, sappy crush has ruined the best thing in his life—
Because Charles is getting out of his chair, he's standing up and Max frantically begins to shake his head. "Wait—Charlie, please wait, I'm sorry—you can forget what I said, I won't ever say it again, I'm sorry—I'm sorry—" He begins to plead, one hand desperately moving to clutch at the bottom of Charles's button-up shirt.
He feels tears stinging his eyes as his heart splinters in real time.
But through the haze of fear and heartbreak, Max realizes Charles isn't running out of the restaurant and leaving him behind. No, the Ferrari driver is getting up so he can walk over, get down on one knee, and kneel before Max.
He moves to hold Max's hands, thumb stroking the inside of Max's wrist, as those beautiful emerald eyes look at him with an expression that makes it difficult to breathe.
Charles is looking at Max as if he—as if he...
"I adore you, chéri." Charles Leclerc says in a loud, clear voice that rises over the din of noise inside the bistro. "And if you mean it, if you want me, then I'm all yours. Every part, every breath, every beat of my heart."
Hot tears roll down Max's cheeks. "Of course I mean it, Charlie." He barely manages to choke out. "I've meant it since we were 13 years old."
"Max...oh mon trésor, please don't cry, chéri." He reaches up, fingers brushing aside the flood of tears that are now dripping down his face. "If I'd known you felt the same way, I would have kissed you ages ago, Max."
"How long?" He asks, hope and love and happiness filling his chest. "How long have you, um, felt that way about me?"
"How long have I been absolutely head over heels gone for you, chéri?" Charles teases with a smile that makes his dimples appear. "Since 2022."
Max's eyes grow huge. "For that long?" He doesn't dare to believe—
"That was when I knew I wanted you to mine, body and soul. But I've had a crush on you since 2016. That photo of you holding the P1 trophy after Spain 2016 is actually framed in my apartment. You looked adorable chéri, your face all scrunched up in happiness, your eyes so blue I thought I could drown in them." Charles leans up for a moment and presses one soft, tender kiss to the center of Max's chest. "Will you go on a date with me, Max? A real date, one where I get to kiss you at the end of it and hold you during it?"
"You can kiss me now, Charlie." Max blurts out but then blushes. "Wait, that was—I got impatient."
"I like it when you're impatient." Charles chuckles before he leans up (and Max swears he can feel each and every vein in his body light up) and presses his lips against Max's.
Charles tastes like red wine and savory pasta and everything Max has ever wanted. He's only kissed a few people but unlike before, he's not nervous or unsure—Charles guides him so perfectly, placing one hand on the back of Max's head and gently tilting him forward.
He angles his mouth perfectly and makes the kiss so...sweet.
And gentle.
And when his tongue licks Max's bottom lip, as if asking for permission, our besotted Dutchman can't hold back any longer.
He quite literally throws himself into Charles's arms, forgetting that the brunet is on one knee, and sends the two of them toppling to the ground.
Max is splayed on top of Charles, face beet red in embarrassment, but the Ferrari prince doesn't seem to care. He only cups Max's cheek with one hand and leans up, giving Max another kiss.
And he melts. Our fierce Red Bull pilot completely melts.
His own hands quickly tangle themselves in Charles's wavy hair as he eagerly kisses back.
Neither of them notice the sea of people taking photos and videos of their kiss before the owner finally shows up, yelling in Italian, and causing Charles to haul Max into his arms before the two of them stand up and realize the audience that's now watching them.
Max buries his face in Charles's chest, but he's not really that embarrassed anymore.
This time, he just wants the world to know that Charles Leclerc is his. And Max is never, ever letting him go.
[Image Description: A blurry photo of two people on the ground. The brunet has his back flat on the floor while the other man, blond and handsome and in a white button-up, is on top of him, fingers tangled in the brunet's hair and eagerly kissing him. The photo captures the brunet's tan hand moving from the blond's lower back down to his firm, round ass.]
jayne_tomorrow So, I'm like 98% sure I just saw Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen making out at dinner tonight...um...why did no one tell me they were dating???
the_sun_of_maranello @/jayne_tomorrow RUE WHEN WAS THISS???
chargingtop1 are we sure that's max and charles? the pic's blurry and the lighting isn't that great so it could just be another enthusiastic (and cute) couple making on the restaurant floor? (i cannot believe that was a sentence i just typed)
blue_lebleu Here's video footage of them walking out of the restaurant xx
[Video Description: A hastily filmed video clip that shows Charles possessively grabbing Max and tugging him into his arms. The Dutch driver blushes but then quickly buries his face in the brunet's broad chest. He wraps both arms around Charles as well, hugging him close. Charles's face lights up in the most beautiful dimpled smile.]
(Part 4 will feature Jealous!Max when one of Charles's exes tries to intimidate him @alice-1633 💓)
