Final Lap | F1 oneshots

not appreciated | MV1 & CL16

Jeddah 2025 - Sunday
{ Max P2 - Charles P3 }

Gosh, Max hated that day. The cool down lap felt longer then anything in his life and he would have loved to just drive that car back to the hotel and bury himself in his sheets. He had done one little mistake, if you could even call it that, but it cost him the win.

With Oscar finishing not even three seconds ahead he would have had every opportunity without that stupid penalty. Max was so angry but he knew he needed to calm himself down, he needed to put on his pokerface.

Like he always did.

Showing no emotions, being a cold face in the paddock, he had got used to it, trained himself for it, because lifting that mask could be crucial. People hated what he thought, hated what he said and then twisted his words to make it sound like he was the worst human ever.

God, Max hated it.

Hated that he couldn't be himself, like he had done it back in 2015 when he started in this circus. He had always sworn himself that he would be himself, that success wouldn't change him and that he wouldn't play a role for the camera.

And he had done it, had gone exactly that way until everything turned against him, everyone turned against him. Now he had to hide his emotions, as people only took advantage of it. But he was an emotional guy, he loved saying what he thought, it was him.

But he couldn't be himself any more.

His facial expression shrugged under his helmet as he suddenly saw a red car in front of the board with the big 3. All these last laps he had thought that Lando was behind him, having overtaken Russell and Charles.

But there he was, the red Ferrari with the number 16 on it's back. But at the same moment Max started smiling under his helmet, it faded off again, as he remembered that it could only cause more rumors.

If he would be too happy about the Italian team then they would say he would go there for the next season. People loved that topic these days, and all because they had a shitty race last week. But that was enough for people, the media and the whole world to start talking.

Max hated it, even started avoiding social media.

He never was a big fan of it, only using it to check up on other race results, seeing what his friends did and so on, but now he didn't even liked opening his phone as he knew there would be another rumor right on top of the news.

Jumping out of his car he tried to avoid the camera man, who was focused on Charles anyway. The way he followed the Monegasque, shoving the camera into his face, it was nearly disgusting.

But Max could understand it a bit, why the camera guy was so in love with Charles's face, who wasn't. He had always found Charles quite attractive, as the whole rest of the world did, but the media was taking things too far sometimes.

Still he couldn't deny the warm feeling he felt, which was why his legs automatically carried him over to the driver as soon as he had switched his helmet with the cap.

"Hey, congrats" Max smiled as he stepped closer, seeing how Charles sat on the cube with the number 3 on it, sipping on his water bottle.

The race suit was already a bit open, revealing some of his chest muscles that were covered in tight fireproofs. And the way the race suit stretched over his thighs, Max unintentionally bit his bottom lip, quickly looking up.

"Hi, thanks, you too." the Monegasque returned, smiling as he had noticed the way Max's eyes had checked him out.

He always did, always saw when Max was looking at him that way, which was a lot.