Formula One Os - Driver x Driver [Requests CLOSED]

Stormy crack- Part 4

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"Hey ! Do you wanna play Monopoly?" Max asked, walking inside the living room with a box in his arms.

"Where did you find that?" Fernando sighed from the couch.

"In the bedroom we slept in." Max explained. "Do you wanna play?"

"Well..." Marcus started, sitting up. "We don't have anything else to do right?"

The others shrugged. Max jumped to the coffee table excitedly and opened the box.

"We should play in pairs. Or there won't be enough pawns." He said once the board was on the table.

"Alright." Daniel nodded. What should the teams be?"

"Charles and Pierre, Kevin and Nico, Sebastian and Lewis, Fernando and Mark, Esteban and Lance, Max and Carlos, Daniel and Kimi, that'll be fun. And Stoffel and me." Marcus suggested.

They nodded and joined their gamemate. Charles sat on Pierre's laps on the couch. Lewis and Sebastian snuggled together on the other side. Kevin and Nico sat together on the opposite sofa. Fernando sat on the floor between Mark's legs. Esteban and Lance stayed on the two seperate armchairs while Max and Carlos sat together on the carpet. Daniel joined Kimi on the side and Marcus sat next to Stoffel between Lewis and Nico.

"Who should start?" Lewis asked once they all had their pawn and money.

"Charles!" Sebastian exclaimed.

The Monegasque smiled shyly as he was handed the thimbles.

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The game had started well with all of them playing fairly but it had quickly degenerated. Once in a while, someone would forget to count a square or that it's owned by someone.

"Nooo!" Kevin shouted when he dropped his pawn in prison. "I'm so unlucky!"

It had been the 4th time he'd ended up on the square telling him to go to prison.

"This is for all the rules you broke in F1." Fernando said.

"Haha very funny." The Dane answered sarcastically.

"Could you just stop it?" Nico asked. "You two are acting like children that's ridiculous."

"Of course you're defending him!" Fernando rolled his eyes.

"Fer..." Mark sighed reproachfully.

Fernando tilted his head back to glare at him. Mark shook his head before gently stroking his scalp. Fernando turned back to the table.

"Hum... guys..." Lewis said softly. "That's your turn."

But when he didn't get an answer, they all turned to Pierre and Charles. The Monegasque had turned around on Pierre's laps and they were now kissing passionately. Charles' hands were cupping Pierre's face while the Frenchman's ones were on the other man's hip and in his hair.

They all looked at them, not knowing what to say. Eventually, they split up. Charles ran a hand in his hair casually before sliding on the sofa. He rested his legs on Pierre's and looked around.

"What?" He asked with a frown.

"Could you stop sticking your tongue down each other's throat please?" Fernando asked.

Pierre blushed lightly. He shuffled awkwardly. Charles sighed.

"But..." He started.

"No buts. It's your turn anyway." The Spaniard added.