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For the fourth time in his life, Charles Leclerc crashed his car in the streets of Monaco. 

Charles slammed the steering wheel hard as the car careened into the short black bollard, and immediately felt embarrassed. He didn’t even have the excuse of driving a 200mph vehicle this time (or that fender bender incident that somehow got on the internet when he and Joris got distracted by a pretty long legged omega walking by. Not his finest moment)

No, he was distracted by something else. 

The billboard was huge, covering the entirety of the scaffolding from the roof to the door. There was an advertisement for luxury yachts to the right, a big bulbous plow sticking out of the sea, but that wasn’t what made Charles swerve off the road.

Max was looking over his shoulder, with his typical flat look he had when modelling. He was standing in an empty grey space, the bright blues and reds and yellows of his Red Bull race suit vibrant against the dull background. His undone race suit was falling down his hips, tugged down far enough to see the line of his pure white underwear. 

Calvin Klein. 

But it wasn’t just the underwear, the tantalising peak of his hips, the two dips in his lower back Charles longed to press his thumbs into. Oh no. 

Max was wearing a bra. 

A matching white sports bra with the Red Bull cobalt blue band. It ended just above his ribs, nipping in tight to emphasise his slender waist along with the slouch of his race suit. 

The tagline was splashed across the bottom of the billboard. 

Gives You Wings.

Charles heard a loud honk. 

“Merde” He cursed. 

Another angry honk as he flashed his lights and waved the car past before throwing the car in reverse. Meanwhile, Leo was barking his head off from almost being thrown from his prize place on the front seat. 

“Sorry, baby” He crooned, trying to extend a free hand to pet Leo while reversing away from the pole. His car protested angrily at his maltreatment but did what it was told anyway. Charles drove home with his head ducked down as far as possible, as if that did anything to help. 

And he was driving the daytona, too. Why? Custom cars, he should just put a neon bumper sticker on saying ‘Charles Leclerc, local hero and idiot is driving’. 

He needs to buy something inconspicuous. 

If anyone asks, he’ll lie and say Arthur was driving. 

Charles stared at the damage to the front of his car mournfully, crunched up and dented. Thankfully the headlight seemed intact. Leo licked at his neck and headbutted him impatiently. 

“Putain, Leo” Charles sighed and sent a picture to Joris. 

Joris

FFS!!!!!!

16:14

Charles

I know 

16:25

When he got inside, he thumped down on the couch without taking off his shoes and pulled out his phone again. 

@ maxverstappen1 had a new post.

Yes, he had his notifications turned on for Max. But he was always diligent and turned them off for race weekends, less something truly horrendous happened. 

Charles stuffed the sleeve of his hoodie in his mouth.

[Image ID: 1. Max, looking over his shoulder, with the racesuit bunched around his hips. 2. Max fully dressed in his Red Bull suit but with the zip undone, showing a hint of white bra underneath. 3. Max in his trademark blue skinny jeans with the Calvin Klein boxer line visible above the waist. The bra is bright red with a white band. 4. A close up photo taken from behind with the cobalt blue bra, showing white tiny wings embroidered on the fabric. 5. Max wearing nothing but the pure white bra and clinging white omega-style boxers, the photo taken slightly from below, highlighting the curve of his chest]

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In #mycalvins. See more of my campaign at CalvinKlein.com/Max

#keep pushing 🦁

Jesus Christ.

He clicked the link, because of course he did.

The same pictures, but bigger. A new one of Max in the same white set, squatting. Squatting. Charles was in hell. 

Charles scrolled down and groaned. 

A close up of Max from the waist up, hands straight by his sides, chin jutted out. It was a slightly awkward photo, stuck after all the better ones, but that is not what Charles cared about. Even after being shot and edited and approved by Calvin Klein and Red Bull, they kept it in. The tiny round impression of Max’s nipples. 

Charles wants to suck on them.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Max’s tits before. Everyone had, he usually didn’t wear bras and they would stick out of his nomex, soft curve and hard pointed nipple. Daniel used to catch him staring when he was still on the grid, and cuff him on the back of the head, and that wasn’t fair, because they looked at Charles first! 

There was no law saying male omega’s should wear bras. Charles thought maybe there should be though, after seeing how delicious this looked. Some omega’s didn’t like their thems being called tits either. 

He didn’t know if Max cared if someone called his chest tits or boobs because Charles was too much of a coward to ask him out. He just lurked around Max at parties in clubs, toying at straws with his tongue, imagining gliding up to Max on the dancefloor and tucking a tight arm around his waist and bringing him in close. Max would gasp, pupils dilating, and let Charles move him how he wanted, softly grinding against each other on the dancefloor until things got too heated between them and Charles had to take Max elsewhere to escape a public indecency charge or a press sex scandal. 

A bathroom, a hotel room, or maybe even back to Charles’ flat. He’d suck on Max’s rosy nipples until the omega couldn’t stand it anymore, and he had to beg for Charles. 

At the bottom of the page, there was a video. 

Charles shoved a hand under the waistband of his joggers and clicked play. 

Pierre, of course, finds it hilarious because he is a terrible friend, and his hairline is God’s punishment for it. 

“Are you upset that your omega is getting more attention than you?” 

Charles shoved his shoulder hard. “He is not my omega”

“You are no longer the prince of your own home race” The beta’s eyes glittered as he flicked his tongue out. 

That was a lie. No Monegasque cared about Max’s underwear campaign more than the Monaco Grand Prix. Except, of course, Charles himself. But he was starting from p4 so was fucked anyway, he might as well find a little sorry pleasure where he could.

“Can’t believe Red Bull went for it” Pierre said, shaking his head. 

Charles could. Red Bull would be the only team with the audacity to get away with this. 

Ferrari would never allow him to pose in his underwear like that. Maybe now that Silvia was gone, he could ask  But then his campaign would follow Max’s, and he would be second to Max in this like everything else in his life. Maybe not. 

“Shh” Charles glared as Pierre waggled his eyebrows at the sight of Max climbing aboard the driver’s truck. “Shut up shut up shut up-” 

Lando held his hands up. “Alpha’s, stay calm, you have a very famous underwear model in your midst” 

“Dick”

Charles didn’t know that Max and Lando were really friends again. It seemed like they were. That’s nice. 

“I’m just annoyed you got one before me. Or Carlos, or Charles.” Lando said.

“You don’t have everything they need” Max said, slapping Lando’s flat chest with the back of his hand.

Lando gasped and hissed. “Ouch”

“Tough”

“Don’t see the need for giant billboard Max, though” Lando said. “I don’t need to see Max Verstappen’s tits when I am getting a coffee. Thank you very much. I might hurl”

“That one doesn’t have that in it, fuck you”

“Is this the one by the harbour?” Charles cut in. 

They both turned around to face him. Max grimaced. “They didn’t tell me they were going to be putting them up in Monaco, but it is too late now”

For the last week Charles had been taking Leo on a very specific route down the harbour despite the little dog’s protests. No reason. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular. 

“Yeah, I saw it” Charles let out a little cough. “You look good”

“Thanks” Max looked at him strangely before turning around to clap hands with Gabi.

“M-” Max, are you looking forward to the race? The weather is nice, isn’t it? Max, do want to fall in love with me? It is okay if you are too busy.  His eyes drifted downward. There was a thick indent underneath his Red Bull polo shirt, cutting halfway across his ribs. 

Oh my God.

“You’re wearing it” Charles blurted out. 

Max looked back around, panicked. “W-what?”

“The-” Charles did his best not to point his finger at Max’s chest on international television. 

“Oh” Max huffed loudly. “Of course, they are a sponsor, I am supposed to”

“Why- how did it all come about?”

“They wanted more American sponsors because of Ford. I don’t know, I didn’t pick it” 

“You agreed”

“I couldn’t exactly say no” Max sounded strange.

“Are you going to wear it during the race?” Charles asked Max’s chest. 

“What does it matter?” Max stared at him, before shrugging. “Maybe, it sort of helps. But I have to think about the weight of the car more than comfort. I’m already heavier than I want, I can’t afford any more weight in the car than I already have” 

Charles nodded. Huh. Maybe Max Verstappen qualified on pole in Monaco yesterday because his tits were properly secured for the first time. Charles didn’t know if that was bad or good for him. Probably bad, he might be unstoppable now.

And Max won, because he was on pole, and this was Monaco. 

Jimmy’z stunk of weed and sweat and sex. That choking stench of alpha’s on the prowl and the heady sweetness of omega’s. Strobe lights; pink, orange, red, yellow and blue blue blue bounced from ceiling to wall to floor. Charles said apologies people couldn’t hear as he wove his way through the throng of people. His shoes kept sticking to the floor. It was too crowded with tourists who didn’t know how to act around celebrities and F1 crew awkwardly bobbing to the music wearing synthetic polos. 

Charles sat his empty drink sadly on the bar and ordered another one. 

“You look pathetic,” Carlos said, cutting in with his card before Charles had even reached for his wallet.

“Thanks”

“I am not trying to be mean” Carlos’ face was illuminated in neon red light for a second before the beam flashed away again. “Me and Rebecca have the booth there if you want to sit with us”

Charles made a face as he followed Carlo’s eyeline across the room. He didn’t think Rebecca liked him much since his few failed dates with her friend Alex. She’d been lovely and sweet and pretty, so pretty, Charles, why don’t you want to see her again? How isn’t she your type? 

“I think I might go” Charles said, running a finger over the cool, slick lip of his drink. 

It was a shit race, another shit race, and a shit day. He was fourth in the championship and unmated with a big loser crush and his hair hadn’t dried in the way he had wanted it to. Stupid cowlick. He wanted to go home and curl up with Leo, have his little baby lick peanut butter from his fingers and feel very sorry for himself. 

“You can’t go” Carlos said. “What about Max?” He winked. 

Charles shook his head. “Max isn’t even here”

Carlos blinked. “Yes he is” 

“No he isn’t” Please. He would know. 

“I saw him a moment ago, he is here”

“No, he isn’t” 

Carlos’ eyes flashed. “Charles- ay, Max, congratulations, cabron”

Charles whirled around, eyes widening as they dropped down instantly. Max. And he was wearing one of the Calvin Klein bras, like it was a top, like it was a normal socially acceptable thing for a four time World Champion omega to be wandering about in on a night out. It was the white one, with the blue band, Calvin Klein stamped along his ribs. 

“Thank you” Max smiled. “Hello, Charles”

“Hi” Charles said breathily. Max blinked at him. “Sorry, yes, hello. Congratulations”

Carlos clapped his hands together. “Ah, I think Rebecca wants me”

He left them alone.

Max turned to the bartender and said something he couldn’t hear. The alpha swiftly poured a shot from a crystal glass bottle and waved the omega away when he tried to pay. Charles watched as the muscles of Max’s chest flexed as the omega lifted up the shot and poured the amber liquid down his throat. There was a small stain near the left strap.

Max set the glass down on the bar with a clunk. “You’re staring again” 

“S-sorry?” 

“Don’t act dumb” Max said impatiently. “You are not dumb, Charlie” 

“Sorry” He felt his eyes drift back down southward.  “You- you’re not cold?” 

“Oh my God!” Max exclaimed. “Charles!”

Charles’ eyes snapped right back up, mortified. “Wha- no, no I wasn’t lo-”

“You’re a boring alpha, Charles” Max made a face. “I didn’t think you would be such a boob guy, you seemed more sophisticated than that” 

“I’m not a- boob guy” Charles squawked.

“Yes, you are”

“I’m not! Merde, I’m really not, I might seem boring, but, I’m not usually, no”

“Oh, so it is just mine, then?” Max raised his eyebrows. Charles’ face was boiling. 

“I’m not trying to be mean, I think it’s great” Max said. He looked a little excited. “Most alpha’s don’t like it. That I’m taller or bigger than them, which is fucking stupid, because alpha’s are evolutionary evolved to want to fuck what they can get pregnant but they got for tiny things like Lando or Oscar, instead of-” Max gestured down at himself and Charles knew what he meant. Tits. Childbearing hips.

He remembered ages ago, when the press were first scrutinizing Max’s hips for being too big for the car at eighteen, Max snapping at some poor reporter about how actually his body was perfectly normal for an omega, and it is stupid how the omegan beauty standard are always portrayed as small and slender and frail, pretty Princess trapped in their tower, no, omega’s are people. 

The princess comment resurfaced on the internet during Max and George’s beef in 2024, and George got pissed because he was an omega and slender and tall, is Max saying just because he has tits and thighs he is the ultimate omega? But George had the good sense to say that to the group chat with Charles, Lando, and Alex, not to say it to the press.

“Whatever. I thought you were one of those alpha’s before, until I wore that stupid Alpha Tauri dress in Miami, fuck, like four years ago”

Charles froze. Oh God. No. No no no. 

“It was embarrassing, I didn’t like wearing it. I looked ridiculous” Max said. “But I think I saw you walk into a wall”

“I-I don’t remember that”  Charles lied, trying not to panic.

“I think you do” Max smirked. “I think you remembering walking into the wall because you were looking at my tits”

Charles gulped.

“Say it”

“Wha- say what?” 

Max leaned in, eyes glittering sadistically. “My tits”

“No!”

“Okay, then” Max shrugged, making to walk away. 

Charles grabbed his arm, yanking him back. “Wait!” 

This was humiliating, Charles cursed, clawing at the omega like a desperate, petulant pup. The omega stops with an angry huff. He doesn’t want Max to go. Charles’ heart lurches before he steps closer, leaning down to whisper. 

“Your tits” Charles whispered, lips brushing the shell of Max’s ear. “I was staring at your tits”

Max sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in surprise. They were standing far too close to each other. Surely some people were staring at them, Carlos and Rebecca craning their necks in their corner booth, the bartender diligently making cocktails at the bar scarce three feet from them. But the sound of ice shaking and thumping music was so quiet to Charles, and all he could hear was Max’s shallow breaths, and his own pulse beating rabbit quick in his throat. 

“D-do you have any others?” 

Charles watched Max swallow, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Other what?” 

Charles looked at him pleadingly. “You know what I mean” His eyes flicked back down.

“Oh” Max raised an eyebrow. “Bras?”

Charles can only nod.

“Some” Max said. “Pretty ones. No one else has really seen them, though” He looked up at Charles through his long lashes. “Do you think you are special enough, Charlie?” 

Charles nodded. Yes, he is, he thinks he is. Maybe.

“I don’t know if I want you to see them” He even sounds a little bored. But Charles can see, through the tight fabric of the Calvin Klein bra, his nipples pebbling despite the hot, humid club. 

“You don’t?” He asked dumbly.

Max considered him. “Do you want to see them?” 

“Yes” 

Max stared at him for a long moment before he grabbed his hand. “Come on, then”

He started pulling Charles to the exit before stopping abruptly. Charles nearly slammed into his back as Max stopped and rounded on him. 

“How many years have you been waiting for me to take you home?”

“Two years” Charles said. If he were being honest, he would say three (four), but that sounds even more pathetic. 

Max just nodded. “Okay” 

“Hello” Charles knelt down and offered the back of his hand carefully. 

The cat hissed at him and swiped her claws. 

“Merde” Charles nearly fell over as he dodged the cat’s attack. It hissed again before running up a large cat tree in the corner of the living room, glaring down at him.

“Don’t listen to Sassy, she doesn’t like alphas” Max walked over to the cat tree, cooing.  “She just wants to protect me, don’t you baby?” She headbutted his hand, fur still prickling. 

“Ah, she’s-um, pretty” 

“She is” Max smiled, kissing the top of her head.

Silence. 

“This is a nice flat” Charles said. It was a nice flat.  “How long have you lived here?”

“I moved in last year, actually” Max said, scratching his nose. “It’s been good, a little more private, I think, good security”

“Privacy is good” Charles nodded.

They stared at each other from across the room. 

“I think Leo would be very upset if I ever moved home” Charles tried to joke. 

“Ah, the cats were not so bad. Sassy, she was not very happy, but then she is not very happy about anything”

Silence.

Max put his hands on his hips. His chest was still a little flushed from the heat of the club, his collarbone shimmering with glitter. He stared at Charles for a long moment without moving. “Aren’t you going to do something?” 

“Um- yes, I can do something” What is wrong with him! Charles, please!

Charles took a step forward, but then stopped, pulling back with both of his arms outstretched to Max. He’d wanted to go for the kiss, fuck he wanted to kiss Max, but he didn’t know if Max wanted that, maybe this was just some hook up for the omega. He stumbled backwards, clasping his hands together loudly. He wasn’t even drunk enough for it to be an excuse. 

Max blinked. “. . . Okay?”

Oh God. He kind of wished he was a cat right now, Max seemed to like those a lot. Or maybe a smudge of dirt on the bottom of Max’s shoe, so the omega could wipe him off and he’d disappear from existence. 

Max snorted.

“Sit” Charles sat. Max picked up a fluffy white cat with a stupid looking flat face. “And hold this” He said as he dropped the ball of fur into Charles’ lap.  “Don’t worry, he is friendly”

He didn’t look that friendly but he politely wrangled the kicking cat into his arms. He heard another small hiss. 

“What are you-” Max left the room, closing the door loudly behind him. “-doing” He deflated back into the soft white couch, heart still pounding in his chest. Surely Max was coming back. 

The cat meowed hopefully at him. 

Charles scratched it behind the ears and waited for Max, the fur ball melted happily into his lap. Five minutes passed. He thought he heard Max swear loudly in the next room. He ran laps around Monza in his head, swaying the cat left and right. It started purring loudly, a delighted little hoover in his arms. 

“Close your eyes” Max called through the door.

Charles closed his eyes. 

He heard flat footsteps walk across the floor and stop right in front of him.

“Open”

Charles opened his eyes and gasped.

Max was wearing a crimson red lingerie set, matching bralette and panties that clung snugly to the curves of his body. -Charles must be going mad, he must have lost it, because no way Max Verstappen was standing in front of him in red lingerie, cheeks all pretty and flushed. He must have chosen the red for him. For him! 

“Gah. . “ Charles choked. His eyes raked over the omega’s body hungrily. The bralette ends where his waist cuts in and the panties run low on his waist, the lace trim grazing the the crease of his thighs, teasing. His fair skin pushes out a little where the fabric cuts in too tight across his stomach and thighs,  so plump and biteable. He wondered what it feels like, the soft fabric brushing over his skin, over his raised nipples. He’s gorgeous. 

“Do you like it?” Max asked. He sounded nervous. 

Charles nodded, open mouthed. 

“Let go of Donut, Charles” 

Charles loosens his grip, and the cat jumps away with an angry hiss. 

Max plonked himself down in Charles’ lap. 

The omega straddled his thighs, steadfastly not looking him in the eye as he looped his arm around his neck, hips pushing against the bulge in Charles’ trousers. He’s warm, and heavy, and so lovely. He smelt like the thick, wet air before a thunderstorm, he smelt of anticipation. Anticipation drizzled in honey. Charles swallowed hard and placed his hands on Max’s waist. 

He’s so fucking hard right now, his dick might explode.

Charles played with the lace of Max’s waistband, running it through his fingers. The room was quiet, save from the sounds of their ragged breaths. Even back when they had hated each other, they could only last for maybe thirty seconds of strained silence before one of them brought up tyre temps or something. The omega was playing with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck as Charles’ eyes ran across Max’s body. 

Sloped shoulders, thick pale neck fluttering with tendons. Dark blonde hair and scruffy, unkempt facial hair. Max let out a tiny noise when the tip of Charles’ nose brushed his own.  His eyes were so blue, plump lips open in a little ‘o’. He’d known that face for so many years. He used to hate it, too. Wondered when it had become something more. 

This was Max, his friend.

They could be friends and lovers. They can be both.

“Can I kiss you?” Charles whispered. 

Max gave him a look. “I didn’t just drag you here to gawp at my tits and scare my cats”

Charles kissed him. 

It was so sweet. He pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to Max’s jaw as he ground down gently in Charles’ lap. The omega lets out a little pleased noise as Charles nuzzles against his crooked nose, kissing the beauty mark on his upper lip. He brought Max’s bottom lip between his own and sucked. 

Max moaned.

Their kisses grow messy, sloppy, Charles hips bucking up into Max as the omega thrusted down to meet him. The stench of honey slick is intoxicating, it makes his head swim. He wanted to drink that sweet scent. Well, soon enough he probably could. He gave into the urge and shoved a hand down the front of Max’s bra, rubbing a hard nipple with his thumb. 

Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he sees something jump towards them. 

Charles broke the kiss, hiding his face in the crook of Max’s neck. 

“I think the cat wants to claw my eyes out” He gasped. Max twisted around and saw Sassy, evil green eyes glaring at them, definitely planning murder or at least maiming for the alpha touching his omega. Max clutched onto Charles’ tighter.

“Bedroom” Max moaned.

Max looped his legs around Charles’ waist as the alpha stood up. He almost tripped as he carries him to Max’s bedroom, but he doesn’t, all those stupid ab exercises are worth something when you have a beautiful, squirming omega in your arms. Definitely more important than being able to drive the car.

“Just drop me on the bed” Max gasped, sucking at the sensitive part behind his ear. 

Charles dropped him on the bed. 

Max laid back against the headboard, his entire body was patched pink with his chest heaving as he watched Charles undress. Merde. Charles’ mouth started watering. The crotch of Max’s panties was dark red, drenched.

Charles trousers drop to the floor, and then his boxers. 

Max’s eyes went wide with shock. “Fucking hell Charles , where have you been keeping that?”

Yes, omegas before had told him he has a big dick. It always surprises them though. Charles doesn’t know why he doesn’t seem like the type of alpha with a big dick on the outside. Maybe it was his height. 

Charles crawled into the bed with Max and landed face first between his legs. 

A jolt of panic, fear, because he was going to do this and if it is bad Max will definitely tell him. It’s Max. He can’t imagine Max faking moans and orgasms for anyone.

He delicately lapped over the soaked fabric with the flat of his tongue, inhaling deeply. 

Charles rested his mouth against that slippery fabric, not quite a kiss. He could almost feel a heartbeat from Max’s cunt pounding against his mouth. 

“Mmmmph” Above him, Max was letting out breathy little moans as he twisted on the bed, anticipation agitating. 

Charles stuck his fingers under Max’s waistband. “Can I-”

“Please, Charlie, now” Max snapped.

He inched the panties down the omega’s legs and threw them away. 

Max’s pussy was so pretty, pink and plush, framed with unkempt dark curls. He nibbled Max’s inner thigh as he lay flat against the bed, trying to get comfy as he forced Max’s legs wider, wider. This has to be good, Charles didn’t do things badly, ever. He’d rather die. Literally.

He held Max’s clit against the tip of his tongue, teasing and light, delicately stroking it as Max’s stomach tensed. He took a deep breath. Charles latched onto Max’s clit and sucked hard. 

“F-f, fuck, Charles” The omega keened as Charles suckled and kissed that sensitive nub, Max’s curls coarse against his nose and cheeks. Slick poured, and he dived down to have that drink. Honey didn’t come from bees anymore, it came from Max. Charles almost wept. 

Max bucked his hips into his mouth as Charles circled his clit with his tongue, maddeningly slowly. His mouth was soaked in spit and slick. Charles felt lightheaded as he ate Max out. He. Ate. Max. Out. 

He stifled an absurd giggle as he licked Max’s folds, sucking over that dripping entrance. He ground down hard on the mattress, precome easing his stilted thrusts. Max’s moans were deafening. He could barely even smell his own scent of starry nights anymore, it was all Max, all thunder. He took a deep breath and slipped his tongue inside Max’s fluttering cunt.

There was a painful sounding crack.

“Godverdomme-”

“-fuck, Max, are you okay?” Charles scrambled up the bed as Max shouted, wiping slick from his chin with the back of his hand. 

“No, I hit my fucking head” 

Charles tried to reach out to help, but was batted away. “Putain, Is it sore?”

“Yes, it’s sore!” Max snapped, rubbing the back of his skull. 

“Sorry”

“Don’t be sorry” The omega winced, flopping back down onto the bed, still cradling his head. “Stupid”

Charles fell back in his heels awkwardly, hard cock straining against his thigh. Goosebumps covered his arms as he watched Max pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m sorry. Shit” Max groaned, kicking Charles side lamely. “This isn’t very sexy” His voice sounded empty. “I am not sexy”

“Shut up, Max” Charles kissed the curved cup of the bra where a little hint of nipple was poking out. “I think you are very sexy”

“Of course you are going to say that, I am something wet with boobs that is right in front of you, it’d be weird if you didn’t” Max said, leaning back on his elbows as he stared down at Charles. 

“I always find you sexy” Charles said, resting his chin on Max’s sternum.  “I did walk into a wall that time because you were wearing a dress, I lied”

“Hmm”

“And the ad” He groaned, running his hands through his hair. “Max, you have ruined my life”

The omega shook his head, staring up at the ceiling. “I look ridiculous”

Charles froze. “What?” 

“I signed the contract so I had to do it, and they told me to wear it and stuff so fine, whatever but, I mean, c’mon. I can’t pose, and I’ve seen it, everyone laughing about how I got Calvin ad before you or Carlos. Or Lewis, always fucking Lewis” Max shrugged, wiping his upper lip with the back of his hand.  “I’m fine, honestly, I don’t care. I don’t but I don’t want to look stupid” 

“B-but, wait, Max, you were wearing out, in Jimmy’z?” 

Max made a face. “Yes? It is our sponsor, I have to wear it, even if it is stupid”

Oh. Max ‘team kit’ Verstappen. Of course. 

Charles’ heart sank. He pulled himself upright, staring down at Max. “No, no you do not think that” 

“Charles-”

“Max” Charles said urgently. “Tell me you do not think that”

The overwhelming honey scent filling the room had turned a little sour. 

Max shook his head, shrugging again. “What does it matter?”

“But, Max, you look so beautiful” 

“It’s not like that, Charles, I don’t think I’m ugly, I like how I look enough, it’s fine, but. . . not everyone does. It’s okay” Max huffed.  

Charles’ stomach tightened. “No, you cannot think like this. You are so lovely Max, I cannot get you out of my head, ever. It is embarrassing, it is so embarrassing. Everyone makes fun of me because of how much I want you” Fuck it. He swung his leg over Max, straddling his stomach. Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re so beautiful Max, your little nose and your eyes and your lips and that mark on your lips, putain, it is everything to me” He wrapped a hand around his achingly hard cock but didn’t move it. “I masturbated to the video of your Calvin Klein photoshoot”

“Fuck, Charles” 

“I know”

“You didn’t” Max stared in disbelief. 

“I did, I promise you” He ignored the burning heat of his face. Max’s sad awful smile was gone. “I want to fuck you so bad” Charles gasped. He palmed one of Max’s tits through the lace desperately.  “Want to be inside of you please” 

“Charlie, baby” Max ran his thumb over Charles' weeping cock head. He threw his head back and whimpered. 

“Shi- I need, I need-” Charles gasped. 

“Okay, shh” Max shushed him gently. “Let me” He unclasped the bra and let it fall away from his body. 

There’s an angry groove mark around his left tit where the bra had squeezed too tight. The skin was plump and full; rosy, round, red nipples pointing up at him, hard. Always hard, poking through polo shirts and t-shirts and the fireproofs. Oh, those unholy fireproofs. He cups Max’s tits with both hands, squeezing needily.

“Let me, omega, please” He begged. 

“Do it, Charles” Max’s voice was thick. 

Charles moved so he was laying across Max’s body, tucked against his side. The omega’s creamy white thigh was pressing hard on his bare cock. A trickle of honey slick had wetted his skin. He took a long trembling breath as he teased the hard bud with his tongue. Max’s breath hitched. He wrapped his lips around Max’s nipple and sucked. 

“Oh God” Charles shifted forward, wet and wonderful sucking sounds filling the room. 

Bliss. He knew it, he fucking knew it, oh. He panted roughly, sneaking a taste of the other nipple as Max held him close. 

An annoying voice inside of him wondered what this meant for him psycho-sexually but he shoved that thought down with both hands, rubbing Max’s nipple against his bottom lip as he whined. 

“Aah- aah, don’t s- oh” Max keened at a particular hard suck. A needy whine slips from his mouth as Charles lapped like a dog. He began grinding fervently on Max’s leg, the sounds ugly and animal. 

Another deeply annoying voice inside of him, his alpha, that posessive stupid bastard, was begging him to ask Max to breed him, knock him up, all he could think about was what Max would look like round with their pups, creamy white skin and soft plump curves, his alpha knotting him, fucking a baby into him, those plush tits filling out, nipples red and sore and aching, leaking with milk, beading at the tip, begging to be sucked-

“So good baby” Max crooned. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”

Charles tries to garble a reply, but his mouth was full of Max’s nipple, so it didn’t make sense. He was rutting against Max now, so hard it was almost painful on his cock, but so good, sweet stinging friction as he clung to the omega. He could come like this.

Max cried out as he sucked forcefully, alternating between sharp sucks and lathing soothingly at the omega’s nipple. The room reeks of slick, so strong it catches Charles in the back of his throat, his eyes watering.

He must be gushing as Charles sucks on his tits. Dripping and ready for him to push his thighs wide apart, thrusting into him in one wicked push and fucking the omega until he sobs, Charles groaned as he ruts against his thigh, harder and harder, thrusts becoming slippery from more of Max’s slick running down his own thigh-

Max’s nipple slips from his lips as he came with a cry so loud he hoped the cats were asleep because they’d probably think he was one of them. High pitched whimpers and whines as he sucked the soft fat on the underside of Max’s tit. Curling pleasure shot through his body, every muscle pulsing and aching as the tension finally released.

Charles let out a moan, or a sob. Maybe both. His chin was covered in drool. He laid his head between Max’s chest and blinked back tears. 

Silence. 

“. . . Charles?” 

Oh.

“No” He pulled away, blood ringing in his ears.

No.

Charles stared at his come spill on Max’s thigh with pure horror. The skin underneath it was pink and irritated, rubbed raw. He was going to have to jump into Monaco harbour, swim out to the sea and just drown or get hit by some ugly super yacht. 

“Charles?” 

His entire body is trembling. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Come?” Max raised his eyebrows. 

He felt like bursting into tears. Charles had finally gotten the omega of his dreams in bed with him, and had probably given him a concussion and then came on his leg after like five minutes. He was such an idiot, how could he have ruined it like this? His one chance, one chance, and he’d fucked it. 

“Shit”

Max shook his arm. “Hey, it’s okay” 

“No, it’s not” Charles tried not to hyperventilate, the world going blurry. “I’m sorry, I am sorry, so- I’ll be fine, just give me a little time and I can-”

Max grabbed him with both hands and kissed him. Their noses crushed together, teeth clacking as the omega whimpered. He kissed Charles cheeks, his forehead, all over as the omega almost squeezed him to death. 

“It’s okay-”

“-but, Max-”

“-You came from humping my leg Charles, that is so fucking hot” Max gasped into his mouth. 

Huh?

“What?” 

“It’s hot, you- you actually want me, don’t you? So needy, humping me like a dog, sucking on my tit” Max tugged hard on his hair. 

“Yes” Charles said, confused. “I-I said that before”

Max ran a finger through the come on his leg and licked it clean. 

“So, y-you aren’t upset with me?” Charles croaks. 

Max’s eyes were gleaming as he beamed. “No, you were so desperate. You are too hard on yourself. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but, fuck-”

Charles let out a bark of wet laughter. Max kissed him on his forehead, a loud smacking kiss. 

“Now-” Max placed a pillow against the headboard and lay back down, spreading his legs. “Get back to what you were doing earlier, please, I was so close”

Charles woke up with a brick sitting on his chest. 

A suspicious looking brown cat was staring at him, sniffling and snuffling. Whiskers tickled his chin as it got close, its entire weight crushing his lungs to a pulp. A paw sank down on his throat and Charles choked. 

“Max”  

“Hmm?” 

“Cat”

“Wha-?”

“Cat” He choked, panicked. “I think she is trying to kill me”

“Oh” Max groaned. He opened one eye and squinted over at Charles’ life threatening predicament. “No, s’ Jimmy. Don’t worry, he likes alphas. Sometimes”

The cat meowed.

In Barcelona, as Charles makes his way through the garages before the race, Max grabbed his arm and yanked him into the Red Bull garage. 

“Ow! Get off-” Charles tried to pull free but the omega clawed tighter into him. 

“My God you are so dramatic!” Max scoffed. He waved at a confused looking Gp. 

“People are staring” Charles flushed as he was manhandled down the corridor. 

“Everyone stares, we are famous” The omega shoved Charles into a tiny disabled toilet and closed the door behind them. 

Charles glared at him, rubbing his arm. “Ow” 

“Dramatic. I am not kidnapping you, for fuck’s sake, Charles”

“If I get told off for coming into the Red Bull garage. . . “

“I will make it up to you” Max smiled. 

Silence. 

“W-hat is it?” They had seen each other since Monaco and the tit-sucking incident, as Max had named it over text much to Charles’ horror, but they hadn’t been able to replicate it yet, much to his disappointment. But it had barely been a week, so maybe he was a little overdramatic by nature. 

Max took a deep breath and grabbed the hem of the nomex fireproofs, yanking it up. 

Charles’ mouth dropped open. 

He was wearing a black lace bra, deep cut and trimmed with flowers, the fat of his tits spilling out underneath. Charles could see the pebble of his nipples through the delicate fabric. Max’s chest was heaving as he gawped.

 This wasn’t something practical to keep his tits safe in the car, no, this was something pretty, this was something for Charles.

“Oh” He felt his cock twitch against his thigh. 

“You like it?” Max’s ears were bright pink. 

“So beautiful” Charles’s voice was gravelly. He reached out blindly, almost cupping Max’s chest in his hands, but just then Max tugged his fireproofs back down.

“Just a little something to motivate you before the race” Max smiled, slapping Charles’ cheek twice. 

Merde.