F1 Oneshots (Boy x Boy / Driver x Driver)

[12] Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen

[12] "Let's netflix and chill!"
"Do... do you know what that actually means?"

(Warning: slight nsfw content)

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Max was bored. Now that the season was over and he didn't have to train and prepare so much anymore, he didn't really know what to do with himself. Since travelling and going out were no options either at the moment, there wasn't much to do.

He jumped at the sound of the doorbell. He wasn't expecting anyone so he asked "Hello? Who's there?" over the intercom system.
"The 2023 F1 champion."
Max laughed, recognizing the voice and the accent as Charles' and buzzing the door open for him.

"What brings a future world champion like you here?" he greeted the Monegasque as he reached the top of the stairs. "I was bored and I saw on your Instagram story that you don't have anything to do either." Charles shrugged as they both entered the living room and sat down on the couch.

"So we'll just have nothing to do and be bored together now?" Max grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Well, we can't really do much, but I thought we could just, you know, hang out a little. It's not as boring if you're not alone." Max nodded at this.

"Let's just Netflix and chill!" Charles said as he grabbed the tv remote from the table.
The Dutchman flinched slightly, staring at his colleage, his eyes wide open. Had Charles really just requested that? Max' mind went straight back to the dream he had had the night before, in which they had done that exact thing and felt his face heat up. His lower region also reacted to those memories immediately.

When the other looked at him with a rather confused expression on his face, it suddenly dawned on him and he tried to quickly shove those dirty images into the back of his mind again.

"Do...do you know what that actually means?"  Max asked and his face possibly grew an even darker shade of red, as his voice cracked.
"Um yeah, to watch a movie on Netflix and hang out together?" Charles furrowed this eyebrows, quizzically looking at his colleage.

Max took a deep breath, trying to gain control of his body again. Charles had not tried to hit on him. This was not one of his weird dreams, that started out like really bad porn films. It was just a misunderstanding. Charles only wanted to watch a movie with him. They were just friends hanging out together.

He kept repeating this in his head, trying to calm his racing heart down again. However he failed miserably at this, as Charles put his hand on Max' knee. "Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" He looked worried now. Max' heartrate sped up even more, the skin where Charles' hand was touching him tingling slightly. This was definitely not helping with the little problem inside his pants.

"No! No, I just..." Max had no idea what to say. He had to stop acting so weird or else Charles would soon realize what was going on with him. He shifted a little, trying to hide his crotch a bit better but failing. He cleared his throat and tried to sound as casual as possible. "It's just that Netflix and chill actually means...you know...hooking up, so I was a little...confused."

Charles' eyes widened. "Oh, I- I didn't know that, sorry!" Max couldn't help but think how cute Charles looked, when he was embarrassed. Blushing slightly and looking down at his hands, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

He wondered if he could make that pretty face blush even more, the memories of his dream quickly flodding his mind once again. What would Charles' reaction be if he just dropped on his knees in front of him. What would his expression be like, when he would lick up and down his length, slowly taking all of it inside him, giving him the best blowjob he'd ever gotten? His pants tightened even more at the thought of it.

"Well, we could do that aswell, if you want to." Charles smirked, putting his hand back on Max' knee and slowly stroking up his thigh.

Max' head shot up, completely shocked by this offer. He wasn't able to do anything other than stare at his friend, his mouth slightly open. "You...wait...what?!"
"Oh come on, do you think I'm blind? He -" Charles grinned and nodded his head towards Max' crotch "- is clearly telling me that you want that."

The Dutchman instinctively put his hands over his bulge. "Sorry, I..."
"No need to be sorry." Charles interrupted him and took one of his hands into his, pulling it away and then slowly bringing it down, firmly placing it right onto his own crotch. Max's eyes widened, as he felt that the other man was just as hard as he was.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Charles suddenly jumped up and pulled his hoodie over his head. Max couldn't help but stare.

"You still sure you want this?" The Monegasque asked, holding out a hand. Max gulped. He pinched himself discreetly and was actually a little shocked to feel the pain. This wasn't a dream. Charles Leclerc was actually standing in front of him, shirtless, offering the content of his countless wet dreams to him.

He looked him up and down once again. Wow.
And then he slowly nodded, carefully taking the others hand. Charles grinned at that, pulling the Red Bull driver to his feet as well, just to turn them both around and pull him on top of himself and onto the sofa again.

As their mids touched, Max couldn't suppress a moan. Charles took the opportunity, pressing their lips together and immediately sliding his tounge into the other's mouth demandingly.

Wow, this was so much better than all the dreams he'd ever had, Max thought, before his mind was completely taken over by his lust.

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