Not A Lot Of People Know This. They Possibly Cannot. Max Hasn't Slept With A Lot Of People, He Doesn't

Not a lot of people know this. They possibly cannot. Max hasn't slept with a lot of people, he doesn't like one night stands.

Charles gets to keep this information tucked close in his heart.

Max is the fiercest person he knows, the loveliest guy to ever exist. His eyes are blue and sparkle when he smiles and Charles could stare all day.

Everyone can. Charles is not naive, he has seen people eat Max alive with their eyes, he see people lust after his waist. He is not naive. He is a very lucky man.

The rookies follow him around like ducklings and the social media admins joke that they are his pups but Charles knows what the kids want. Ollie asked him for advice on asking someone out right after the shoot. Isack blushing when Max ruffled his hair. Kimi attached to his hip on the bus. Gabriel staying up late to sim race with his husband.

So yes. He prides himself on being the only one who gets to see this. Max, open, free and uncaring of the rest of the wild. Free to demand what he wants, beg for it and not feel ashamed of it. He loves the Max who rides him till black dots dance in his eyes, he loves the Max who shouts his name till the who world hears whom he belongs to.

But the part he loves the most is after. When he is tired and sore and pliant and can't move and he'd throw his arms around Charles till they are close enough for Max to bury himself against Charles' chest.

The part where he gets up late and burns waffles, the part that kisses his maman's cheek and ruffles Arthur's hairs, the part that gangs up with Lo to bully him. He loves the boy that sneaks into his motorhome after a bad race, the boy who wears Charles' Ferrari hoodie in private, the boy who snuggles with his fur babies, they boy who insisted Leo is not his but loves him enough to get him a friend, the boy who kisses him hello, goodbye, good morning and good night and Charles wants it forever.

He will keep it forever.