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Maybe Carlos was a bad influence on him? Charles questioned himself as he reached out to press his fingers to Max’ side. Maybe. “Stop being so sore, your bad vibes don’t let me sleep.” He mumbled and turned his head to Max who was laying on his back as well. They were on the plane home from a race, now laying next to each other on the narrow convertible bed or maybe couch, and Charles was not supposed to be there, but his flight had some problems and Max offered him a ride to Monaco. And, well it was not important why Charles was laying next to Max, what mattered was that the blonde was still salty after the race and his grumpy demeanor bothered Charles a lot. Mostly because he had to look at it for a few hours more.
The cabin crew left them alone to sleep, but they weren’t too successful yet.
“Stop pouting.” Charles tried again and pressed two fingers between Max’s ribs teasingly. A warning came as a yelp and a sharp look, but Charles was not having it. His smile was wide as he did it again and again and again, Max trying to dodge the attacks before launching his own. Now they were kind of in a tickle fight, arms moving rapidly to reach the spots they deemed the most ticklish on the other’s body. Charles was letting out small, high pitched noises as he tried to wiggle his body and dodge Max’s attacks. His whole body heated up as he turned slowly to his back, trying to escape, but Max was in a winning position towering over him and seemingly not being very ticklish. Max easily grabbed Charles’ hands and pinned them above the brown mop of hair, while swinging his leg across Charles’ legs to pin his thighs down, immobilizing the Monégasque. Charles was still fighting, moving under the weight of the other boy, when the long fingers ran down on his exposed biceps and reached the strong neck to tickle the sensitive skin, only to coax a different sound from the brunette. Their movements stopped when the small moan escaped Charles’ lips, their bodies froze, and they only noticed now how unnecessarily close they were the whole time.
Confused blue eyes were staring into the shocked green ones, while one of Max’s hands was still holding Charles’. They didn’t dare to move, now their heavy breathing from the previous fight was barely audible from the noise of the plane. Charles slowly parted his lips, his tongue sticking out to wet them, the movement was small but looked so inviting, immediately drawing Max’s attention. If Charles could have he would have reached out and pulled the blonde down for a kiss, but his hands were still trapped. ‘Kiss me.’ He breathed out instead, his voice a bit more desperate and shaky than he wanted but he couldn’t care because Max leaned down to him, pressing their lips together gently in a heartbeat.
Charles lifted his head a little to get closer to the soft lips moving against his own. He opened his mouth a little more, inviting Max to kiss him deeper and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the kiss as their tongues met in a deep, intoxicating kiss.
He felt like his head was spinning, and his body acted on its own when he arched his back, pressing his chest to Max’s and pulling his hands out of the softening hold, finally wrapping them around the broad back. He pulled Max even closer, kissing him with a deeply sated hunger, his hands roaming on the wide back and in the soft locks.
Max noted every sweet little whimper he coaxed from the brunette, they were the sweetest sound his ears could hear all day. He wanted more.
He broke the kiss, but the swollen lips found their place on the soft skin of Charles’ neck in a second making the brunette moan loudly and his body shudder. It was wrong but why did it feel so fucking good then? He opened his mouth and slightly bit the sensitive spot, then gently sucked the hot skin making Charles whimper and slowly lose it. He trailed down then to the other side, leaving red marks in his awe, determined to hear those sweet sounds again and again.
He didn’t stop, not even when warm fingers slid under his shirt pushing it up a little as Charles in return left long marks on his back. When he was almost finished assaulting the sensitive neck, his hands also started to wander, sliding under the red Ferrari shirt, determined to figure if Charles’ whole body was so sensitive or just certain spots.
He reached the small nipples and after a few strokes he pinched them, earning a dissatisfied groan which made him go back to exploring. He felt the slight pull in his hair, signaling him to lift his head and when he did he found those sweet lips pressed to his again.
He wanted to move a bit up, grinding their clothed cocks together in the process. Now it was his turn to whimper into the kiss. He quickly adjusted his position, letting Charles’ legs free. The strong thighs opened for him way too fast, and he gladly took his place between them, slowly dry humping Charles under his body.
‘You opened your legs pretty fast.’ He teased and earned a pull on his hair.
‘You climbed on top of me first.’ Charles blamed Max, but his flushed cheeks, red lips and painfully hard cock told another story.
‘You asked me to kiss you.’
‘Fuck you.’ Charles cursed and he wasn’t sure if he crushed Max or the way he was grinding their cocks together.
Max sucked on his neck, before kissing him deeply. ‘You mean fuck you?’ He was breathless and it felt like he was slowly losing control, like he was getting drunk in the brunette under his body.
‘Yeah, fuck me.’ It slipped out of Charles’ lips so easily and unexpectedly like the first moan. He was holding onto Max tightly, his hips meeting the blonde’s rhythm. Their pants slowly filled the small cabin, along with the rustling of their clothes.
‘They could come back soon.’ Max referred to the cabin crew, who promised to let them alone so they could sleep, but that won’t keep them out in case of a bigger turbulence.
‘I want you.’ Charles mumbled while getting rid of both of their shirts, their bare chests pressing together making everything feel a hundred times better. It felt like the sentence had been passed. Max couldn’t ignore it, he wanted it too, he had no idea when he developed such a hunger for the brunette, but he couldn’t deny it anymore.
His hands went to their pants and pulled their hard cocks free, wrapping his fingers around themselves as he kept up with his rhythm. Charles cursed and arched his back, his hands sinking into the loosened jeans and under the cotton briefs to grab a handful of Max’s ass while his eyes fluttered closed as he gave himself completely to the pleasure.
‘I will fuck you all you want after the flight, but now we can’t.’ Max reasoned through his own groans and whimpers, but he wasn’t sure Charles heard him. As he looked down to the pretty face, he was blissed out, eyebrows knitted together, lips slightly parted. So inviting. He had to lean down and catch them in another kiss, which Charles reciprocated hungrily. He mumbled something Max couldn’t fully understand until a second later when he felt Charles reaching his high, his body was shaking, white teeth biting the soft lips to muffle his own moans, his cum coating Max’s hand quickly.
And Max came too. He had no idea if it was the fact that he just made Charles cum so easily, or the way the warm liquid spilled on his own cock completely drove him crazy, but he couldn’t care.
‘Do you… do you promise?’ Charles asked breathless and still shaky, slowly coming down from his high.
Max opened his eyes to look at what they had done, but he didn’t get past the satisfied green eyes looking up to him so gently.
‘If you still want it, yes.’ He promised quietly.
Charles lifted his head to reach the plump lips. ‘I’ll still want you, have wanted you since we were seventeen.’