A Caddie and a Princess

Mile High Club

Charles lifts his wrist to check the time on his expensive watch. The privet jet to Monaco is bound to leave in 25 minutes and Pierre is no where to be seen. He looks around the room and spots a man in a black suit waving at him that he can come and board the plane now.

"Shit" he curses under his breath, he really thought Pierre was joining him, as he promised on the golf course. He even said that he would quit his job as long as Charles would help him get a new one, which he obviously would, better than the last.

"Such a filthy tongue" a dark voice says from right next to his ear, making him jump and his blood turn cold. He turns around, his annoyed expression melting into a relieved one as his gaze locks with Pierre's.

"I didn't think you would make it" Charles admits and puts his hand on the other man's chest as to make sure that he's actually real.

"Of course. Wouldn't miss this for the world" Pierre says with a smirk and puts his large hand on the monegasque's lower back, gently guiding him towards the flight-crew that's joining them in the air. Charles is of course familiar with most of them, especially his private pilot, but he can't seem to find his regular attendant.

"Mr. Leclerc" a white haired man greets Charles and nods respectfully towards Pierre as well.

"Sir. Where is Mr. Vettel today?" Charles asks as they start walking towards the jet. He notices the stunned expression on Pierre's face as they're closing in and smiles fondly at how privileged he actually is to have a privet jet and a beautiful man to fly it with.

"He's taken the week off as his wife is delivering their baby, sir. In his place you'll have our new, very hard working attendant; Mr. Verstappen". The pilot's hand gestures behind them towards a young man who Charles haven't even noticed until now, weirdly enough. He. Is. Handsome. Dark blond hair framing his structured face, high cheekbones and deliciously plump lips. And to top it off he's muscular, broad and has perfectly trimmed facial hair. If it wasn't for Charles being accompanied by Pierre, who definitely is and will be his number one priority, he might have tried to seduce this man into giving him his number, at least.

"Max, sir. You can call me Max" the attendant adds and bows his head towards Charles and Pierre, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun. "It's a pleasure to work for you today". Charles gives him a thankful nod and smile and proceeds to walk up the stairs into the plane.

"Did you say anything?" He asks Pierre when he didn't quite catch the mumbling coming from his companion.

"No nothing, Charles" Pierre assures him and distracts him momentarily by sneakily caressing the inside of Charles thigh as he walks up the steps behind him. Charles inhales sharply but tires to act cool as he takes a seat opposite the Frenchman. They both settle down in their comfortable, big leather seats, immediately receiving a drink each as the plane gets ready to take off.

Pierre is looking out of the window, totally ignoring Charles burning eyes on him as they take off. Charles can't help it, as soon as Pierre sat down his trousers pulled up, revealing that mouth-watering bulge that makes his skin heat up. And not only that, the blue jacket is off too, Pierre's biceps stretching out the white t-shirt he's wearing, making Charles imagination wander to all sorts of situations where Pierre's strength is appreciated.
"Enjoying the view?" Pierre asks playfully, still not taking his eyes from the outside view. Charles squirms a little in his seat, pressing discreetly on his own bulge before taking a large sip of his drink.

"Maybe I am. Can you blame me?" he replies cockily, looking over to the door that leads to the flight crew's seating area. Pierre lets out a small laugh, turning his head to face him.

"I do not, princess" he says, voice low but still cocky enough to produce goosebumps on Charles skin. Just as Charles' about to open his mouth to propose something utterly preposterous they are joined by the young attendant.