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"charles you could have been attacked!" the team principal was yelling about how a fan broke into charles' house and tried to meet him, luckily, charles was awake and knocked the fan out in a punch, the authorities were notified and charles was having this unbearable conversation on about how he needs more safety. suddenly spoke out: "that's it, i'm getting you a bodyguard." that caught charles' attention as he was in his own world listening to the "boss's" lecture. "what- no, absolutely not, i'm not a child." charles was annoyed, he could take care of himself just fine, he didn't need a stupid bodyguard coordinating his every move. "no you are a ferrari driver, we cannot afford you getting near a flicker of danger."
oh, that's why.
he was only valued because ferrari might lose their driver. nice.
"fine." charles deadpanned, this was beyond insulting. an old guy who didn't know shit would have to coordinate every move of charles and worse, he'd also control him. charles now wasn't minding the possibility of that fan killing him.
the next morning, he arrived to the paddock where he was apparently meeting this new bodyguard of his, charles was regretting his whole existence. he walked through the paddock and to the ferrari hospitality where fred met him.
"charles, come with me, let me introduce you to your new bodyguard."
it felt like a slur, ugh, why did life hate him that much.
fred walked him through and when charles laid his eyes on the bodyguard, his jaw almost dropped, he was fucking gorgeous, charles felt his knees going weak, the man had dirty blond hair which was a little messy but it suited his face. he had gorgeous ocean blue eyes that didn't hold any warmth in them, strange. his muscles were very defined as charles saw the outline of his biceps in the tight black shirt he was wearing, he had a pair of jeans on which showcased his thighs, oh fuck, his thighs were heavenly, charles imagined how grinding on them would fee-
ok. charles needed to get those kind of ideas out of his head before he popped a boner infront of his new bodyguard and embarrassed himself for the rest of his life and let himself die under a rock.
fred brought him back to life after calling his name multiple times, fuck, was he staring?
he saw something flicker on the blond's face, a fraction of a smirk, charles felt his face heat up as he knew he was caught, charles quickly acted and posed his hand infront the blond to try and make a handshake. the blond brought his hand to the monegasque's and shaked his hand, fuck, his hand was so strong, he had a firm handshake, charles wondered how good those hands were at pinning his own ones- suddenly, the blond spoke up:
"nice to meet you, mr. leclerc."
mister leclerc? wow, the blond had an accent, European most likely, even his voice was fucking hot. charles went quick into action and replied:
"nice to meet you too mister...?"
"oh, verstappen, max verstappen."
hmm, max, that had a nice ring to it, charles would certainly love moaning that-
"charles, max, max, charles. charles, max is your new bodyguard."
oh right, bodyguard.
wait.
that meant-
max would have to spend every living waking moment with charles, how could he do that without jumping his bones!
"charles you're gonna spend today with max and you guys should get along, because max will be there as your bodyguard till further notice."
further notice? that meant forever.
no no no no, why, why did he have to meet a hot guy as his bodyguard.
he was so doomed.
he was going through the paddock after finishing with a useless meeting because let's face it, ferrari wasn't gonna fix its strategy or that shitbox of a car. a fan approached charles, a girl possibly in her early twenties approached charles for an autograph, she kept touching his arm which, he didn't mind but-
a loud voice from behind him spoke out and fitted in the lines of 'get the fuck away from him' and the poor girl, shaking and almost on the verge of sobbing scurried out.
charles saw red, how dare max treat his like that, what would people say, the most charming man on the paddock sent away a fan like that?
"excuse me, what the fuck is wrong with you, the poor girl was just trying to get an autograph." charles said bitterly, clenching his jaw.
max's face was emotionless, unreadable, it was annoying since charles was very good at reading people but max's body language showed nothing and the monegasque never saw an expression on his face.
"all fan interaction goes through me."
what the fuck
"absolutely not, i'm a famous guy, i have millions of fans, you're not gonna go through all of them, that's really fucking inconvenient for me."
"guess what, i don't care, this shit is my job, like it or not."
charles was fuming, how dare the blond deny him his rights, okay maybe that was a little dramatic but still, he had no right, he did but charles wasn't gonna admit that.
"you're fucking insufferable."
"that's my job."
"what, being an ass?"
"precisely so."
charles stormed off as if max wouldn't follow him, he had to admit, he was a little, only a little turned on, he couldn't let that happen again, fuck, this was gonna be a long 'further notice'.
charles woke up at the ass crack of dawn, today was off, no meetings, no media days, nothing, so why was he up at five am.
ugh.
he got up for a glass of water, he was fucking parched, he was treading lightly torwards the kitchen seeing as it was five fucking am.
he went to the kitchen and dropped something, he didn't notice it really because he was a clumsy dumbarse who dropped everything, he had gotten used to it.
suddenly, a strong pair of biceps pinned him to the wall, all the oxygen was knocked out of his lungs as his back met with the wall.
what the fuck.
his brain wasn't working right so he stood there, dumbfounded for three seconds before coming back to life, he started recognizing those blue eyes, max? what the-
"charles what the fuck, i thought you were an intruder."
ohh
oh
that's why he was pinned to the wall, charles was a little disappointed that it wasn't the other option, max making out with him. sad.
they stood there together, max pinning him and charles looking into his eyes and feeling the blond on him, charles could feel abs oh lord, he needed the man infront of him to either kiss him or get off of him before charles got hard and embarrassed himself.
max's brain suddenly kicked in and he got off of him, breathless, what was that. charles himself didn't even know that he had started talking to the blond.
"please don't mistake me for a criminal again, my back hurts now."
charles complained and he saw the faintest hint of a smile on the blond's face, hah, victory.