Wildest dreams || Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen (lestappen)

Messy

'Ugh Charles!' Max grumbled as he opened the door to his apparent after a tiring run. The monegasque nowhere in sight.

Max heard some talking coming from Charles's sim room.  Yeah, you heard that right they both had their own room for that not to share any details from their teams and their cars. Even-though they trusted each other completely they didn't want a conflict of interest. Especially cause their teams still didn't know about them.

He walked towards the sim room and knocked on the door. 'Charles?' Even though he got no answer het tried knocking again. 'Charlie?' Still no answer. He wanted to walk in but he knew he couldn't cause he didn't know if Charles was on a video call with his team. That would definitely be something to explain if he barged in now.

He sighed before he decided to get himself a Redbull and to drink in on the balcony of his apartment. After he finished it Charles's door was still closed. It was no point waiting for him so he went to the shower and to get ready for the rest of his day.

After an hour he stepped out in to the living room again refreshed as it was now passed midday he made his way towards the kitchen to make himself some lunch. Arriving in the kitchen again he grumbled again. 'Charles!' As the kitchen counter was now full of dirty dishes that weren't there before he left for his shower.

It was not like Max was exactly a neat person either, that why he had his cleaning man who he paid royally to clean his messes but he at least cleaned up a little bit after his own ass. His house didn't use to look like an tornado had gone through it, that tornado being named Charles Leclerc.

Just as he was to take his last bite of his lunch the monegasque appeared out of the room as he went to get some water before he sat himself down next to Max.

'How was your run babe?' He asked oblivious to Max's mood.
'Fine' he mustered out with his mouth full, not really in the mood to talk over this again. They were living together for a month now and the amount of times Max already cleaned up after his boyfriend were almost uncountable.

This reaction cought Charles's attention.
'What's wrong? Did something happen on your run?' He asked concern in his eyes as he scanned his boyfriend for any indication why he didn't sound to happy.
'Nothing happend' Max mumbled focussed on his salad.
'Then why are you like this?' He asked curious.
Max sighed.
'Don't you see?' He asked him.
Charles was a bit taken aback by his boyfriends mood as he looked but still didn't have a clue.
Max starring at him dumbfounded as Charles frantically started to look around, wanting to be a good boyfriend knowing what Max could have meant witch made him look like Bambi with his bright, big, colorful eyes.
Eventhough Max was still annoyed that his boyfriend apparently really didn't notice the mess he made even though they already discussed Charles's cleaning habits at least a thousand times this month. He still chuckled seeing Charles look like that.

'What?' Charles asked what made the Dutchman smirk.
'You are a mess Charlie' he said as he circled his arm around his boyfriend though said boyfriend still wasn't catching on what he meant.
'Why am I a mess?' He asked him trying to figure it out.
'You are a mess in making messes' Max kissed him before he turned him around and pointed to all the messy piles Charles had left behind him this morning.
'Oh' Charles only replied. 'Sorry' he said as he scratched the back of his head before he turned towards the dutchman again.

'Why didn't you say anything Maxy?' He asked him.
Now this made Max a little irritated, had he not been listening the past month or what?
'I told and asked you like a million times this month already Charles?!' He said as he took a step back to check if Charles was really serious, but apparently he was.
'It's not like you're the cleanest either mon Chou'
'You've got to be kidding me?' He sighed.
Charles starred at him sheepishly.
'I'm going for a walk' he said as he put on his coat. 'Alone'
'But Maxy.... I.. I.. when you will you be back?' the monegasque replied quietly.
'Don't worry I will be back, just getting the groceries for tonight, I just need to cool my temper' Max said cause he knew when his frustrations got to high his temper would be bad. He didn't want that to get in the way between them. 'I'll be back in like two hours he said as he kissed his boyfriend's cheek and walked out the door.

Charles was staring at the door for a while before he turned around and walked towards the living room.
As he walked in and tripped over his headphones that where laying on the ground. As he catches himself leaning on the coffee table he looked up in the room again.
'Maybe Max was right' he whispered to himself as he scratched his neck looking around the room.
He really needed to clean, maybe he could get it done and even some extra if he hurried before Max would return.

He then went to their supply closet to get their cleaning stuff and started to clean up his mess before  he also started cleaning the house.
In the meantime he had put on his headphones that he had picked up from the ground as he was listening to some randomized playlist he had created on Spotify.

He was singing along to the various of songs during his cleaning forgetting all about time.
He was now vacuuming the floor as conveniently queens ' I want to break free' came on his headphones. He couldn't help but to sing and dance along to the song using the vacuum cleaner rod as his microphone. As he belted along with the words of his favorite part of the song. He couldn't help but think about Max with that part. Though the rest of the song wasn't really that representative relationship wise. He did agree with this part.

'I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
This time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love
It's strange but it's true, hey
I can't get over the way you love me like you do'

He sang as he wiggled along with his bum. Only when he turned around he saw Max standing, leaning on the doorpost with a wide grin on his face. Charles turned as bright red as his Ferrari as he took of his headphones. Max applauding him for his performance.

'You could always become a performer if that driving thing doesn't work out for you' he chuckled.
'Never Verstappen, then you would have it to easy' he winked at him as he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around him.

'But I'm sorry about earlier, it was indeed a big mess' he said as he looked up in his eyes.
'And I'm sorry for getting annoyed and then leaving' he replied as he pecked his lips.
'It's okay I rather have that then you getting mad, it's good that you mention your boundaries' he said while he looked up again.
'So are we good?' He asked moving from one feet to another.
'Of course Charlie, always' Max said as he placed another chaste kiss on his lips. 'Besides if we didn't had this, I wouldn't have seen that awesome performance' he said as he tried to mimic his boyfriend's moves.
'MAX!' He exclaimed giving him a playful shove, trying to look serious but failing miserably.

'I'm never going to live this down am I?' He sighed as he hugged the dutchman.
'Never!' He kissed the top of his head.
'You could give Freddie Mercury a run for his money though'