Unbroken Hopes|| Charles Leclerc X Max Verstappen(Lestappen)Wildest Dreams Book2 Domestic little bliss

🚩 after several requests because I thus robbed you of these scenes several times in earlier chapters hereby after popular demand: some smut. you dont need to read it if you dont like it to be able to understand the next chapters. please let me know if it was any good as i still am not sure of my writing skills in this. happy reading! lots of love!🚩

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F1: a special night for the FIA prize giving gala #weraceasone #racingpride
The 2022 FIA prize giving marked the first time in its history it awarded a award to an openly gay driver. What made it extra special was to award it to the top 2 in the FIA Formula 1 world championship. @Maxverstappen1 @Charles_leclerc

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Charles was smiling at his phone as Max was starting to stir awake right beside him. “Morning” mumbled next to him as the dutchman yawned and stretched his limbs. Curling up against the monegasques bare chest, kissing his cheek while caressing his arm with his fingertips. “What are you smiling at? He asked curiously trying to peek on Charles’s phone screen. “Instagram” he just smiled turning his phone in front of his boyfriend’s face. Max smiles while rolling his eyes cuddling even closer to his boyfriend.
“What?” Charles asked him bemused.
“The caption. Of course the organisers suddenly want to show how inclusive and supportive they are to the world” he said a bit annoyed first. “But then again I’m also kind of proud of us” he then smiled looking in his boyfriend’s eyes resting his palm on his cheek while planting a delicate kiss on his nose. “That we can give other kids a better example. That you can love who you love. Even at the top steps of a very male dominated sport”
Charles turned more on his side so he was now properly facing the dutchman. “Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?” He asked playfully pinching his sides as he asked him an Max squeals “Chaasrles!”
“I’m sorry mon amour, I’m joking” he says as they exchange a kiss once more before they settle in to staring at each other’s eyes again.
“It’s just., I haven’t had a good example. It took me so long to come to terms with myself and my feelings for you. Though we are all good now and dad is now obviously very supportive. It hasn’t always been like that. I haven’t had anything in my youth that showed me it was okay to love a man and that I could still achieve my goals and dreams in motorsport. And yes you are right I’m still not a fan to be used as a poster child by the FOM and the FIA. But I am proud we can possibly be a glimmer of prove for all those young boys and girls. Who, just like me haven’t had that example. That you can do it both, be in love and achieve your dreams”
As Max locked eyes with his boyfriend again, he was met with some teary green and gold.
“Charlie, babe what’s wrong?” He asked concerned as Charles just laughed a throaty laugh through his tears “because I’m a sap and a hopeless romantic. But most of all because I’m just fucking proud of you Max, of you and how far you’ve come!” He says as he connects their lips once more.

After lazying around in bed for a while longer and a even longer shower because the couple couldn’t keep their hands to them selfs while freshening up they were eating a very late breakfast in the kitchen. Munching on the croissants from the bakery down the road. It was off season so they could.
“Have you decided where you wanna travel to yet?” Max asks his mouth still half full. The couple hadn’t booked anything yet for their winter holiday. Their minds to occupied the last months.
“Duno” Charles smiles “Maybe some sunny place, but I would also love to spend some more time with friends and family”
Max couldn’t help but smile back. He found in Charles a partner that valued family just as much as he did. Ther family’s grounding them in their crazy life’s. “I’d like that”

“How about we go to the beach with your family around newyears and go skiing around Christmas with mine?” Charles made his way closer to his boyfriend pecking his lips. Max rolled his eyes fondly. “Charlie you know I’m not allowed to go skiing, or are you trying for Redbull to fire me?” He laughed looking at the monegasque. “Well that would make my championship chances for next year a lot higher” he said booping Max’s nose as he turned towards the kitchen again, getting his coffee from underneath the machine. “Lief, if Ferrari knows how to create a good car and strategy and me gone. You would win everything” he says pecking the monegasque’s lips once more, circling his arm around his waist. He says it with so much conviction and certainty.
“Max Verstappen, always my biggest fan” he smiles resting his arms around the Dutchman’s neck, playing with the little hairs on the back of his head.
“Well obviously” Max grins at him letting himself be pulled close, there warm breaths ghosting over the others lips. “Yeah?” His boyfriend asks teasingly batting his eyelashes. “Yeah” the dutchman breathes breathless. Their lips touching again, getting as close as possible.

Charles let’s his tongue glide over the Dutchman’s lower lip asking for entrance. Which he got quickly granted. While kissing they stumbled back in to their living room. Tripping over the back of their couch. Doubling over laughing.
“We are so stupid” Charles giggled as he tried to regain his composure staring up in Max’s blue eyes
“You are” Max replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Hey!” Charles says in a lieu of a protest as the dutchman caresses his face, brushing away the hairs that fell on his face. Charles’s breath hitching as their eyes meet again. A endearing glint in them, a flicker of lust “stupidly beautiful” Max’s says out off breath before being pulled in by his neck by the monegasque. Their lips crashing together again. It’s eager. Both try to coax a soft sound out of the other  as their hands wander over each others body’s.

Max traces his hands trough the brown mop of hair as in return Charles’s hand travel towards his bum. Pulling and pushing them even closer. Both not even trying to keep their hips steady
“Fuck,” they both hiss when their hips roll together. But before Max can even pull away he is grasped by his hair being pulled in by a mouth bruising kiss. He can’t help but laugh against his boyfriend’s lips “eager” he manages to get out before he starts leaving a trail of kisses down the monegasque’s jaw, over the sensitive skin behind his ear, biting down just a little and down his clavicle bone and a soft warm trail over his chest. Kissing his way down as he as he gradually slides his boyfriend’s puma running shorts down over his hips. every new visible piece of skin littered with love as he also dotted this skin with kisses and small bites all the way down to his muscular thighs.

“Max” is all he can mumble with half lided as he once again lets his hand tug in the blond strands of hair. His arousal already pooling in his stomach.

Max’s warm breath ghosted over him before he felt his warm and plump lips against him taking all of his breath away as he let his head relax against the pillow while his free hand grasped in the material of the furniture underneath them.

The sharp sting of pleasure it sent up his spine as he felt the warm and familiar feeling of Max’s mouth around him. Seeing the bobbing of his head still did things to him even after all those years and all those times. A warm realization sets in him. “Fuck-Max” he breathes “you still take my breath away” and if the way Max looked up at him through his lashes. The look of lust mixed with love in his eyes. The warm sensation around him got him totally undone without a warning it was Max’s own fault with his criminally good mouth and sinful appearance.

Even without the warning Max took everything he had to offer. Licking his lips clean with a cocky grin. “Eager and beautiful” he smiles putting their lips together once more. As Charles’s high comes down a little he nudges his boyfriend’s shoulder, turning them around. Max now on his back on the couch. Charles climbing over him straddling his hips. He gives himself a second to glance over the soft but defined body underneath his finger tips. Carefully tracing every piece of skin “Max, tu es tellement magnifique” he says before bringing himself down and rolling his hips, kissing and sucking down on his boyfriends neck. Deciding it was a perfect place for a hickey. It was winter break anyway. Doing that he pulled out a shallow breath of Max. Bringing down the sweatpants the dutchman was wearing in the proces as he hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband.

His hand feverishly gripping every piece of skin he could get his hands on before he put his hand on Max. Not much was necessary before he got him ready like he wanted. Seeing his tighs twitching and his abs clench at the stimulation. His hands warm on the skin. His thumb smearing out the precome
Max whined softly that made Charles smirk his lips still against his warm skin.

He guided his boyfriends hand between his own tighs, Max had started preparing him before but he just needed a little bit more. Having done this many times before, knowing each other like the back of their hands. Max quickly complied, knowing what to do. “God, you’re so fucking hot” he groans.
Eventually Charles turns them back when he deems them ready, so he was laying on his back again. His boyfriend seated between his tighs. His warm hands and strong grip sending shivers down his spine. Anticipation building as he awaited looking in to Max’s eyes who was staring back at him. Always checking it was okay to go on. Always wanting to keep him safe. A soft whimper escaping his lips as the dutchman finally, carefully , softly sinks in to him. A pleasure, tingling feeling taking over his brain.

Soft “I love you’s, Perfect’s and so fucking beautiful” reach his ears before they both climax almost simultaneously. Catching his breath Max falls down next to him on the bed. Wrapping his arms around the man he loves. Kissing the top of his head. “I love you” mumbled against his hair. They stay like that. Blissfully unaware of time. Bathing in the bliss of the post orgasm high.

Only when dusk enters the room does the Dutchman get ready to get up. Leaving his half sleeping boyfriend make grabby hands in his direction “where you going?” He whines at the loss of warmth in his half state of slumber. And Max just smiles at him fondly. “Getting you a towel and my sweater so you can feel comfy when I cook us dinner” as he makes his way out of the room as Charles’s heart just feels fond.
As Max returns he kisses the monegasques head while handing him the stuff. “What are you cooking” he ask still a bit hazy. “Carbonara” he smiles, it growing even wider as he spots the twinkle in his boyfriends eyes.
“Max, I love you so much” he just breathes. And a Max just laughs as he walks out of the room. “Only because of my chef’s quality Carbonara!” He jokes as Charles laughes with him. “Your Sex and carbonara!” He shouts after him. As he settles down on the couch wrapping himself in his boyfriends sweater. Their perfect little bubble, perfect little bliss.