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Max was walking towards his room in the fancy hotel RedBull got his room in when he saw a figure sitting on the floor, laying to one of the doors. He furrowed his brows when he saw the person, a man, wearing a red shirt and some casual jeans. It had to be a Ferrari personnel. Weird, he thought the whole team was in another hotel. He tried not to think too much about it, but he got concerned. As he got closer, he recognised the person on the floor. ‘Charles?’ He called out, seemingly not disturbing the brunette.
The fuck he was on the floor. Maybe he died. Max was staring at him for a minute, analysing how the other man’s chest was rising and falling steadily. He was alive.
Then he must have been asleep, but why outside on the floor? Maybe he was very drunk. He should get inside.
Max squatted down to the sleeping Ferrari driver, holding his breath as he poked his arm, then stood up, like he was expecting an attack or something, but nothing happened.
He leveled with Charles again, not smelling any alcohol on him. He reached out and gently shook the brunette’s shoulder. ‘Charles, wake up!’ He called out again, which was enough this time to wake Charles up.
‘Oui?’ He mumbled sleepily, blinking a few times, trying to get rid of the sleep.
‘Why are you on the floor?’ Max whisper yelled with raised brows
‘I fall asleep.’ Charles explained, and stretched his body a little. His butt was hurting and he was sure his neck and hips will be too stiff on his next massage therapy.
‘I could see that, but why on the floor?’ Max deadpanned, still whisper yelling. ‘Go inside.’
‘Oh.’ It looked like Charles just remembered something important.’ I can’t.’ He said simply.
Max was looking at him confused so he kept going. ‘I left my card inside.’ He explained and finally stood up, Max following suit.
‘That was dumb, but why are you not going to the front desk asking for help?’ Max asked the obvious, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.
‘I don’t want to.’ Charles pulled up his shoulders, arms hugging his own body, trying to make himself smaller. ‘It’s so embarrassing.’ He mumbled, staring at his shoes.
‘So, you decided to sleep on the floor instead?’ Max tried to make reason of it. ‘Like it would be any better by the morning.’ He added, rolling his eyes.
‘Okay, it was not the best idea.’ Charles was visibly getting annoyed. ‘But what should I do?’
‘Go to the front desk?’
‘No.’
The Dutchman contemplated his next words before he said them. ‘Do you want to sleep in my room?’ His voice was stern, like he wasn’t fond of the idea but he didn’t want to leave Charles sleeping on the floor either.
‘Are you serious?’
Max sighed and started to walk towards his room. ‘Yes, so hurry up, if you want to.’
It took a bit of time for the brunette to decide and then catch up to Max, who let them into the room, turning on the light.
‘Max?’ Charles called out carefully.
‘What now?’ A grumble came from Max.
‘There is one bed.’ The confusion and slight panic in Charles’ voice was clear.
‘I know, I have been here before, but we can still sleep in it. You on one side, and me on the other.’ The explanation was loud and clear.
However Charles had another observation. ‘There is also one blanket.’ This made Max stop in his tracks, that was a problem. He was looking at the bed for several seconds before speaking up.
‘Okay, we can put the pillows in the middle, separating my side from your side.’ It sounded like a plan and the brunette was nodding approvingly.
He was looking around, a bit nervously fidgeting with his fingers. ‘So do you have a spare towel too?’
This made the blode think, mentally going into the bathroom, and remembering that there were two sets of towels indeed. Then he groaned and padded over to his suitcase, fishing out a fresh pair of shirt and shorts. ‘I’m not giving you a boxer.’ He extended the clean clothes towards a very surprised Charles.
He blinked a few times, before murmuring a thank you and taking them from Max.
‘But please wear something. You are not sleeping in my bed commando.’ Max added with a serious tone, lifting a finger.
‘Okay, I can wear this inside out.’ Charles shrugged before he turned around and marched into the bathroom.
He didn’t take much time, and he actually almost forgot he wasn’t in his own room under the relaxing warm water, until he started to get dressed. He decided he would skip the boxers, he didn’t want to wear the same one again. Then he mindlessly pulled the dark blue shirt over his head, stopping mid motion when he opened his eyes.
He was wearing Max’s RedBull shirt. It felt alien, it felt like he was betraying Ferrari, yet he couldn’t deny the giddy feeling which filled his body to the sight of Max’s shirt on him.
He tried not to think about it too much, so he quickly gathered his own things and stepped out to the much cooler air of the room.
‘That was-’ Max moved to stand up from the bed, but he stopped, his eyes wide, mouth gaping, like he wanted to say something then changed his mind. He was not prepared to see Charles in his clothes. He seemingly was unbothered by the fact that he was staring, and quite frankly he really didn’t care, it was a sight he never thought he would see, let alone that it would affect him this much. He felt his stomach sink then a thousand butterflies going crazy inside of it.
‘I used the mouth wash, because I don’t have a toothbrush.’ Charles cleared his throat and dropped his clothes on the floor next to the bed, which Max already arranged with the pillows.
‘Okay, good.’ Max still looked stunned, he tried to blink rapidly, making his eye getting used to Charles in the dark blue shirt faster. It didn’t work, so he decided he would just flee the scene.
A few minutes later he got out of the bathroom, fresh and a bit flushed from the hot water in boxers and a white shirt he used to sleep in. Charles was already in bed, scrolling on his phone trying to act like he wasn’t staring at all.
‘Please stay on your side.’ Max asked quietly while turning off the lights.
‘Sure. Thanks for letting me stay here. It’s a lot more comfortable than the floor.’ Charles’ voice was small but honest and grateful.
Max hummed and wished good night, before the quiet darkness settled around them, making them fall asleep fast.
Charles woke up first but it was still dark. He felt a bit warm, and there was something heavy on his waist but he didn’t mind. It felt nice, comforting. He made a purr like sound before setting into the inviting warmth behind himself, and fell right back asleep.
Later, he couldn’t tell how much later exactly he woke up again, but this time it was day-light he could tell without opening his eyes. He sighed a little and slid his hand to the comfortable weight around his waist.
His eyes suddenly opened when realisation hit him. Max was holding him. Max was sleeping soundly while wrapping his arm around him, pressing their bodies together. He pursed his lips, trying to figure out how he felt about it. They went to bed, separating the two sides by pillows, and now they were cuddling.
He couldn’t help the smile appearing on his lips to the thought. It felt right. He even laughed a little which most probably woke Max up. He yawned and tightened his arm around Charles first, then he too realised what was happening and Charles felt him stiffen behind him.
‘Good morning.’ He greeted Max sleepily, not knowing what to expect. His fingers were resting on the long ones on his waist which didn’t move. It was a good sign.
‘Hi.’ Max’s sleepy voice hit differently. ‘I don’t really know what happened here.’
‘Seems like the pillows weren’t enough.’ Charles was joking, taking his chances and turning a little to lay on his back, looking at Max. ‘Hi.’ The small whisper took Max’s breath away.
Charles was gorgeous. His green eyes only half open as he looked at him, hair messy and ruffled, lips parting a bit as he inhaled slowly and he didn’t even mention that stupid shirt. ‘I thought you wanted to be as far as we could.’ He teased gently.
‘Yeah, well I also thought seeing you in my shirt won’t do anything to me, but it certainly does.’ He laughed sheepishly a bit.
‘Want me to take it off?’ Charles’ popped the question only realising how it sounded a second later. He was staring at the bright blue eyes first, then his gaze trailed down to the sweet lips.
‘No, the shirt stays.’ Max groaned before he leaned down and pressed his lips to Charles’. The kiss was slow first, lazily tasting each other, enjoying the soft, warm touch of the other one. It lasted long and it felt perfect until Max lifted his head a bit to take Charles in once again. ‘You have no idea what it does to me.’ His words came out fast before he pressed his mouth to the brunette’s again to a deep, searing kiss.
‘I kind of have.’ Charles breathed into the plump lips before lifting his head to feel them again. He didn’t hesitate to hold himself up on his elbows before turning a bit and rolling on top of Max straddling his hips. ‘I don’t mind leaving it on.’ He bit Max’s lower lips between his words. ‘But it might get messy.’