Work Text:
1. Daniel.
Charles snorted in annoyance every time he saw Daniel playing cheeky and say in a horrible French accent the name of his beloved, to make him laugh and smile back ungracefully.
Jesus. He loved Daniel, but not when he flirted with Pierre. Certainly not when Pierre blushed and averted his eyes playfully. And definitely NOT when all that was followed by a whisper in their ear that he didn't get to hear and to which Pierre nodded.
Because it wasn't like he could just go and ask his boyfriend without being so obvious.
He didn't want to look like a sociopath, not knowing that Pierre hated jealous people.
That was the reason he broke up with his previous girlfriend.
Though of course, that jealousy was well-founded and it was no casualty that Pierre had fallen into his bed the week after that.
So there was no way he was going to ask him about Daniel.
He was going to suck it up and get on with his day.
2. Daniil
The following race, the former Russian driver was able to return to the paddock after being unfairly sacked at the launch of the war, and accompanied by his beautiful little girl.
Almost everyone came to greet him warmly, and Pierre, being the closest of friends, dragged him along and both stayed extra time talking to him.
Or well, Charles was the one who did most of the talking while Pierre was gawking at Dani's daughter, asking her questions in the little Russian he had learned and stroking her hair, while her father stared in awe and smiled happily.
The three of them almost looked like a family.
And the mere thought made Charles’ guts churn.
What if Pierre wanted children one day? Children he couldn't give him or adopt without being married?
That, and a hundred other questions with no happy answer began to pile up in his head.
"And... do you have plans for next week, Charles? Max is throwing a party."
The Russian's question brought him back to the real context, to which he arched his shoulders.
"I don’t know. You want to go,?"
"Sure, we'll all go. Including you, Calamar."
Charles smiled slightly and looked down.
A party at Max's.
Cool.
3. Max
For the record, the ‘cool’ thing was pure sarcasm.
Because if anyone was bloody good at making him blatantly jealous, it was Max.
He didn't know if he meant it jokingly, or if the blond was deliberately trying to piss him off, but it was no coincidence that whenever Charles was around, or their interactions were public... Max was being horribly sweet and touchy with his partner.
He'd pat his shoulders, hug him, smile broadly at him, bat his perfect eyelashes as he laughed, and talk about those internal Red Bull things that Charles didn't understand nor cared about just to get Pierre’s attention.
And in the current moment, all those things were happening simultaneously.
It wasn't fair.
Who had he killed to spend one of his Saturdays suffering in such a situation?
And why had Pierre dragged him into this?
But well... It wasn't fair to blame Pierre for it. Pierre hadn't forced him. On the contrary, he had suggested that they could keep their initial plan to spend quality time at his place.
But Charles knew Pierre wanted to go, and he wasn't going to deprive him of the pleasure. So he put on his best optimistic face and rejected the idea, saying it was okay to go partying; to which Pierre jumped to kiss him as a reward.
And all in all, things were not going so badly. He soon found Lando and Carlos and distracted himself by talking to them for a while.
Making time pass was the perfect strategy.
At least until it got late, they had to leave, and finally had Pierre all to himself again.
4. Carlos
"Hey mate, I hope you don't mind Pierre riding with me for the next race."
"What?!" Charles locked the door to the office he had at Ferrari headquarters and looked puzzled at his teammate.
"Yes. Max told me you are slightly jealous so I should come and tell you so you wouldn't think anything wrong." Replied the Spaniard with a smirk. Charles was definitely going to kill Max some day.
"Fucking son of a bitch... I don't know what you mean, anyway. Pierre didn't tell me anything."
"Oh! It’s just that because of some restrictions at the airport they assigned us different days to fly, and since you are travelling later, he asked me if he could fly with me so that he could keep his schedule."
"Oh… right. Sure."
But the truth is, I was disappointed. Why did Carlos know about these things and he didn't?
And well, he understood the reasons for wanting to travel soon, jetlag issues, anticipation of interviews and so on.
But was it so necessary? Why not simply ask him to change their flights together?
He sighed and decided not to think about it any further. Not even when Pierre mentioned it.
And definitely not when he saw the pictures of Pierre and Carlos training together on social media.
He had to keep his thoughts to himself.
5. George
It was when he saw the pictures of George and Pierre whispering closely to each other in the middle of a bar full of people that Charles decided he was past his limit.
What the hell was wrong with them?
Why did it seem like all his colleagues were making fun of their relationship and acting as if Pierre was the bachelor of the moment?
He didn't expect it from George. They were friends, damn it.
Unfortunately Pierre entered the room at that moment, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. When he saw the photos on Charles' computer, he reached over and patted his shoulders.
"I hate these photos taken out of context. Geroge just wanted to gossip me that his girlfriend's ex came over and it was weird as hell..."
"You're mine."
Pierre stopped talking and lowered his gaze to meet Charles'.
Furious.
Possessive.
But also hungry.
"Of course I am, love."
He watched as his boyfriend drank the sight of him half naked and placed his hands on their waist, on the edge of the towel.
"I guess I have to make it clear to you and the rest of them."
+1 Charles
Pierre's eyes darkened and he received the overpowering, intense kiss from the younger man as he was lifted into the air and practically tossed onto the bed.
At some point the towel covering his nakedness flew across the room, as did Charles' clothes.
Pierre was fascinated, Charles seemed wild, desperate to mark his territory like an alpha wolf, biting his neck and gripping his thighs tightly.
"Please Charlie, hurry up." He begged between gasps and moans as Charles had his tongue and two fingers inside him.
Charles released him, but not before leaving one last mark of his teeth just above his navel, and positioned himself to penetrate him.
"You're mine, I'm the only one who can have you like this, begging for my cock." he said, accentuating each of his thrusts, to which Pierre nodded and gasped.
"All yours, my love. I belong to you as you belong to me."
"I got very jealous when I saw you with them, Pierre. I don't like it when they touch you." Charles sighed and quickened his pace, chasing his orgasm....
"Then mark me so they know."
Charles came hard, biting Pierre's lower lip until he broke it as he touched Pierre’s achingly hard cock, coming between their bodies.
They both rested panting, seeking the warmth of each other's bodies.
"I'm sorry." Pierre looked at him confused, and stroked his cheek.
"For what?"
"I shouldn't be jealous, or treat you like this." He replied contritely, caressing the small cut he made to his beloved's mouth. Pierre smiled and kissed him to wash away his worries.
"Jealousy is natural, Charles, you can't help it. And as long as you fuck me out of it this good, I may start making you jealous on purpose." He answered playfully.
"Oh yeah?" he replied in kind, patting his butt.
Pierre laughed and nodded again. Charles kissed that smile, relaxing and finally feeling like himself again.
It was amazing how such a wave of love managed to make all his problems disappear.
And well, the curious glances at the marks on his boyfriend's lip and neck helped as well.