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Max discreetly cleared his throat and rolled his eyes when Charles didn't look at him or make any sign that he had heard him.
He cleared his throat once more but it seemed Charles was too engrossed in his conversation with Sebastian to pay attention to Max.
"Max?" Daniel asked, coming up next to him, "Are you ok?"
Max gulped and nodded, “Uh, yeah, sorry. My throat is a bit dry, I’m fine"
Daniel gave him a weird look but didn't say anything. The Australian patted him on the shoulder and continued on his way. Max is supposed to be inside with the rest of the drivers for the pre-race meeting this weekend, but Max thought now was a good time to talk to the omega, but Charles was so clueless that he didn't even see Max arrive.
He heard Sebastian say something about talking to some people from the FIA before the meeting, so he said goodbye to the Monegasque and entered the building. Charles smiled at him and was about to follow when he saw Max leaning against the wall.
Charles walked towards him and stopped a safe distance away.
"I've been waiting for you for over ten minutes" Max complained.
Charles frowned "You could’ve called me"
"We don't work like that, Charles"
The omega rolled his eyes and crossed his arms "How do we work then?"
Max's gaze softened at the annoyance on Charles's face. He surreptitiously made a cooing sound to calm him down. Charles sighed and dropped his arms to his sides.
"I didn't mean it like that" Max said, keeping his voice low so no one but the omega would hear.
"I know"
Max licked his lips nervously, he knew what he had come for, it wasn't the first time he had asked the Monegasque but every time he did it he felt a warmth rise up his neck and cheeks. But he didn't need to say anything more, Charles knew what he wanted.
"How close are you?" the omega asked.
“Three days, I think”
Charles nodded thoughtfully.
“Do you think you can race?”
Max swept his gaze around the place, checking there was no one but them nearby.
“The doctor said yes, the race will be in the morning and my rut will apparently start at night”
"Ok" Charles put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The thought of Max's rut made him want to walk up to him and bury his nose in his neck, sniff his scent and nibble on him a bit.
But he didn't, instead he nodded once and took a step back.
"I'll see you on Sunday then, your hotel?"
"Yes" Max confirmed, his hands always itched when he had Charles so close but he never recognized him "I've already arranged everything, you just have to bring your things"
"Well, I got a couple more things for the nest" Charles smiled slightly.
Max's chest heated.
"Sounds good"
"Hey" Charles greeted him as soon as Max opened the door.
But he didn't have time to say anything more when the alpha grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside, shoving the door shut, then pressing Charles against the wood. The small overnight bag he was carrying fell to the floor with a thud.
"You're late" Max said, as he pressed Charles's shoulders.
"Uh, sorry, Ferrari wanted-"
"It doesn't matter" Max interrupted "I want to fuck you now"
Charles felt his cheeks heat up, his hands quickly wrapping the alpha. Max groaned at the feel of it and leaned down to bury his nose in Charles's neck.
The smell of motor oil, perfume and some grass mixed in his nose.
Max moaned again and lifted his hips helplessly. Charles let out a gasp as he felt how hard the alpha was already.
"Fuck" Charles said, moaning, "Take me to bed"
Max licked his neck and lowered his hands to Charles's hips before cupping his thighs and lifting him up as if he weighed nothing.
Charles got hot when he did that.
Max carried him to the bed and set him down gently.
"I need-" Max started, but was cut off as a wave of heat washed through him.
Charles cooed and caressed his cheek gently. "Shhh, it's okay"
"Tell me" Max asked, begged "Tell me you want this"
Charles smiled despite how hot he was "You know the answer"
Max groaned unhappily, “I need to hear it, Charles. Give me your consent, please”
"Yes" Charles sighed "I want this, please take me"
Max moaned louder and took Charles's lips in a searing, fierce kiss.
Charles liked this part of Max, beyond how good he was in bed, he always asked the Monegasque to tell him explicitly that he still agreed with this little agreement they made a long time ago.
They met when they were only fourteen, but the spark between them was instant, neither had presented themselves yet, so it was easy to carry on conversations without fear of their second gender being something that made them uncomfortable.
But a couple of months after they stopped karting, Max presented himself. Charles wasn't surprised to learn that he was an alpha, it was logical, everything about the Dutchman radiated strong and authoritative vibes.
Charles, on the other hand, was always softer, everyone told him he was very tender and submissive, which really didn't matter to him. He was who he was and there were no regrets there. When he presented himself as an omega he wasn't surprised either, his family probably would have liked him to be an alpha, but not for bad reasons, they were just worried that Charles would have too many obstacles to make it to F1.
However, with a lot of work and perseverance he managed to make his way among all the other drivers and get a seat.
He didn't see Max until Sauber signed Charles. Their paths during the lower categories didn’t cross and the alpha reached Formula 1 before.
A couple of months later Charles was hit with particularly bad heat as he was preparing for race weekend, his trainer advised him to stay in his room and not race.
But Charles had been so insistent so he was allowed to race on Sunday. He barely got out of the car after taking P7 and he quickly removed his helmet and opened his racing suit.
His heat had been building since the first lap, but Charles had been too stubborn to back down or tell his engineer over the radio he no longer felt safe doing this.
He remembers searching for his trainer through the tide of people and desperation when he couldn't find him.
Until he felt Max's hand wrap around his wrist and pull him as far away from the crowd as possible.
"Are you crazy?" Max had asked him. Charles remembers the alpha's scolding for deciding to race while his heat was coming so hard and so fast.
Max had locked him in an empty room he found and then went out to find Charles's trainer.
A couple of days later, Charles thanked him with flushed cheeks, and Max just shrugged, saying that if he needed anything he could count on him.
A month later, Max had gotten into a rut that prevented him from racing the first free practice of the German Grand Prix.
Charles remembers meeting him a couple of hours before qualifying and asking him how he was feeling. A shiver ran through him as he caught a glimpse of the rut odor the alpha still gave off.
"I'm fine" Max had told him. Charles felt his knees shake as he listened to him with his still hoarse voice. Probably from moaning so much.
And before the omega could stop himself he suggested something.
"You can call me next time"
Max had raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Call you for what?"
Charles remembers taking a deep breath and working up the courage to respond.
“Uh, you know, for your- your rut”
Max's eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he heard the omega's proposal. Max thought for a moment that Charles didn't mean it, and was just joking with him, but Charles had blushed up to his ears and told him that it could be casual, they wouldn't have to formalize anything or talk about feelings.
Max hesitated a bit but ended up accepting when he remembered the strong and sweet smell that the omega gave off that time he was in heat.
"Fuck" Max groaned, bringing Charles back to the present. "You feel so good"
Charles let out a chorus of moans as the alpha's thrusts grew stronger and deeper.
Max lifted Charles's knee slightly and changed the angle of his thrusts, Charles groaned again and arched off the bed. He gripped the sheets between his fingers and felt his hair stick to his forehead with sweat.
He tried to keep his eyes open, seeing Max on top of him was always a delight but the pleasure he felt made it almost impossible.
His cock rocked over his pelvis to the rhythm of the alpha's thrusts, Max leaned in and kissed his lips, licked his lower lip and made sure to bite it too.
Charles put his arms around him and his back arched again as Max pushed again. Their chests touched and Charles's cock was trapped between their bodies, the gasps echoing in the room.
He briefly wondered if Max had made sure there were no guests in the adjoining rooms, he would hate to be the reason someone couldn't sleep.
"Oh God" Max moaned in his ear and kissed his neck and shoulder "You are such a good omega, you take me so well"
Charles gloated at the compliments and took Max's face in his hands to kiss him again.
"Max, fuck, M-Max. Harder please, I'm so close please” he begged and Max took over.
When they were satisfied, Charles made sure to take a short shower before returning to bed. He knew Max's ruts backwards and forwards now.
He knew that Max fell asleep around the fourth round, that he should drink enough water before he started again or he’d get dehydrated and that his appetite for food didn’t show but Charles forced him to eat something from time to time.
A couple of days later, Charles finished packing his things into his bag and said goodbye to Max. It was a habit now: approach the other to let him know about their heats or ruts, spend it together and say goodbye without talking about it. Until it happened again.
Charles always made sure he had odor blockers for emergencies like these, his heat was fast approaching and he could feel it. But like the stubborn omega he was, he convinced Andreas to let him work in the factory for a couple more days before having to lock himself in his apartment in Maranello.
He was lucky there was no race this weekend, he calmed himself down thinking that by next week he would be like nothing again.
But right now a warmth in his stomach was making him double over. Charles groaned slightly and held on to the bathroom door handle inside the factory. The blockers wouldn't take long to kick in and hide the smell of heat on his skin but he knew it wouldn't last long.
He had to get to his apartment now or the entire team would know.
His trainer was right when he called him a stubborn and careless guy. But Charles never listened to him.
“Fuck” he moaned, his legs gave out and he sank to the ground. He was thankful that the bathroom was empty and quickly reached for his phone to call Andreas.
He just unlocked his phone and a whatsapp message appeared on the screen. Max's name flashed on the notification bar and Charles couldn't help but groan in need. A couple of shots of the alpha fucking him against the mattress made his head spin.
He took a deep breath and sat with his back against the wall. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and reopened them to unlock his phone again.
He cursed when his phone started to ring, his vision was blurry so he answered without thinking, hoping it was Andreas wondering where the omega was.
"Charles?" A voice said, through the phone.
Charles groaned, it wasn't Andreas.
"Shit" he growled, as he felt his palms sweat. “Fucking blockers work now”
"Charles!" Max said louder, getting the omega's attention. Charles put the phone close to his ear. "Are you okay?"
"Max" he gasped, "Max, I needed uh , shit."
The alpha growled when he realized what was happening. He let out a couple of cooing sounds to try to calm him down, Charles moaned but his breathing leveled out little by little.
"Charles" Max called again "Where are you?"
Charles gulped before replying "I, uh, I'm in the bathroom."
"You have to be more specific" Max growled.
"Uhm, I'm in the factory I uh I'm supposed to be in the simulator now but damn" he moaned as he felt a wave of heat run down his chest, he couldn't help but press his palm against his crotch.
"It’s okay" Max cooed again "It’s okay, I'll call Andreas now and he'll come get you ok?" Charles nodded without thinking that Max couldn't see him. "Words, Charles, I need words"
“Yes” Charles blurted out “Yes please, I tried to call him but shit these fucking blockers are taking too long”
“They'll work” Max assured him as he dialed Charles's trainer’s number. “Breathe, Charles. deep breaths”
Charles nodded several times and shook his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. A minute passed in which Charles heard Max put the call on hold and then speak again.
"Charles" Max called.
“Here” the omega moaned.
“Andreas is on his way, I don't know which bathroom you're in but he says he knows you always go to the one on the second floor”
“Yes” Charles affirmed “I’m here”
"Okay" Max cooed a couple more times until Charles's breathing slowed down again. "Breathe, omega, breathe"
Charles groaned, the desire to obey Max so high that he forced himself to calm down.
"Thank you" Charles sighed.
"I'll be there tomorrow" Max assured "I'll take the first flight to Italy in a couple of hours"
"W-what?" Charles shook his head, trying to chase away the haze of heat "B-But I thought you were in Austria, you don't have to come I can-"
Max growled causing Charles to shut up.
"I'll be there" Max said again "Make sure you leave me the key inside that ugly plant you have next to the door"
"It’s not ugly" Charles complained. He heard footsteps outside the bathroom and got up quickly, feeling the warmth diminishing. Thank God for blockers. “I bought it at a local flower shop”
He felt Max roll his eyes even though he couldn't see him.
"Well, that just shows you have lousy taste"
Charles groaned but the words died in his mouth as he heard Andreas call out to him from the other side of the door.
"Here!" Charles hurried to unlock the door and let his trainer in.
“Shit” Andreas complained as soon as he entered the bathroom “It smells horrible here”
Charles rolled his eyes, Andreas being a beta he wasn't attracted to the scent of any omega or alpha, reason enough to keep him close.
"I'm fine, thanks." Charles rolled his eyes.
Andreas shook his head "This wouldn’t happen if you stayed home like I tell you to do whenever you’re going to have your heat"
Charles pouted which only made Andreas roll his eyes.
"Whatever" the beta said "I already have the car on, let's go before someone else smells you"
Charles was about to say something else when he heard a growl ring from his phone. He had forgotten that Max was still on the other line, so he quickly brought the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked, ignoring the curious look Andreas gave him.
“Go home” Max said “Now”
Charles swallowed hard at the alpha's demanding tone, felt his cheeks flushed and his jeans tighten even more.
"I will" he promised "I uh I'll be waiting for you"
Andreas raised an eyebrow and Charles ignored him again.
Max groaned "I can't wait, omega"
Charles blushed up to his ears and left the bathroom avoiding Andreas's gaze.
"Fuck" Charles groaned as he rode Max, the alpha's cock disappearing inside him making him scream and moan. Max held Charles's hips in his hands helping him bounce on his lap.
"Yes" Max growled "Look at you, so needy for me, you look so good, so fucking hot"
Charles became a moaning, gasping bundle, Max fucking him so hard and so good that Charles couldn't get a word out.
When Charles came for the fourth time that night Max helped him get settled on the bed, the omega's arms and legs feeling numb now. Max kissed his head once and Charles groaned in satisfaction.
"You took so long" Charles complained, burying his face in the alpha's chest. Max rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around the omega.
"If you had warned me as always, I would’ve bought the plane tickets in advance"
Charles made a sound of disagreement "I didn't want to take your time, I know you're busy too"
Max rubbed the Monegasque's bareback, Charles made a content noise "You didn't lose anything by asking, I would have moved a couple of meetings"
Charles was going to protest but a yawn prevented him from saying more. Max rubbed his shoulders now and pressed him closer to his chest.
“Sleep, you will need that energy later”
Charles nodded "I got lucky you called me at that time" he murmured "Andreas would’ve taken longer to find me"
Max shrugged. "I had a feeling"
Charles yawned again, Max gave a coo that made Charles close his eyes and fall asleep.
Charles felt something strange in his body the following week during the French Grand Prix. His skin itched and he couldn't help but rub his neck as if a mosquito had bitten him. He wondered if it was some effect of his heat or was there something wrong with him.
"Hey" Max greeted him.
Charles inadvertently frowned as Max approached.
They bumped fists like they always did when they ran into each other in the paddock, just two normal F1 drivers who knew each other.
"Hey" Charles nodded at him. "How are you?"
Max shrugged and took a sip of water from his water bottle. "All good, how are you?"
Charles nodded once "All good too"
Daniel joined them a couple of seconds later and they started talking about the weekend in general. Daniel started to tell a joke that a McLaren mechanic had just told him, gaining Max's attention.
Charles rubbed his hand against his neck, unaware that he was getting closer to Max.
He closed his eyes for a moment feeling a little dizzy, he used his nails to scratch his neck, trying to stop the strange feeling that ran through his body, Daniel's voice was lost in the distance as if he were listening to him through a glass of water.
“Uh, are you okay?” Daniel asked. Charles was too lost in his mind to listen.
Max frowned and cleared his throat. Charles seemed to hear the sound because he took a step closer to the alpha, almost brushing his face with Max's cheek.
"Charles" Max said, surprised by the sudden proximity of the omega "Charles!"
The Monegasque's eyes widened. He realized how close he was to Max and automatically took a step back. Both alphas were looking at him with worried frowns.
"Are you okay?" Max asked him.
Charles blushed furiously and his hands rubbed over his neck once before lowering them, embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry." Charles cleared his throat. "I think I feel a little dizzy"
Daniel looked from Charles to Max and then back to Charles. "Do you want us to take you to the circuit hospital?"
Charles quickly shook his head. "N-No, I uh think I'll go look for Andreas, I’ll see you later"
Both alphas watched him go without saying anything. Max tilted his head appraisingly as Charles walked away.
When Charles arrived at the Ferrari hospitality he almost ran into his driver's room and slammed the door. His neck itched so he scratched a little too hard causing red marks to appear on his skin.
He thought it could be his heat again or something like that but it couldn't be possible, he had just been through one. He took his phone in his hands and unlocked it, wrote a quick message to his coach asking himto come over.
On Sunday Max arrived at the circuit at nine in the morning, more than ready for the race, but he had to wait in his car in the parking lot of the circuit when it started to rain too hard.
His public relations manager called to tell him to wait while the rain cleared up and then someone would come get him. Max sighed but agreed. There was no one else in the parking lot, so he deduced the water had washed away the photographers and fans who would normally be waiting for him.
Max saw a Ferrari drive in and knew it was Charles. At least he wouldn't be the only driver delayed by the rain.
He saw the Monegasque park the car a couple of meters from him and turn off the engine. The tinted glass didn't allow him to see him but he assumed he would wait in his car like Max was doing.
However, his brow furrowed as Charles opened the car door and got out.
"What the hell?" he asked himself, seeing the omega block his car and walk towards the entrance of the circuit as if it wasn't pouring. Charles was wearing nothing but his Ferrari polo shirt, no hat or sweater.
Max opened the door to his Honda car immediately.
"Charles!"
The omega stopped looking for where his voice came from, Max cursed seeing him get more soaked by standing in the middle of the parking lot like a fool.
"Max?" Charles asked when he saw the alpha approaching him. "What-?"
Max cut him off by pulling his arm toward a small doorway that was covered by a tin roof.
"What the hell, Charles?" Max frowned at him. "It's pouring rain, why didn't you stay in your car?"
Charles blushed a little at the alpha's tone, his hands rubbing his neck without realizing it.
"Uh, I have to go to hospitality, I have a meeting" Charles said and began to shiver with cold feeling his wet shirt
Max quickly removed his Red Bull jacket and draped it over the Monegasque's shoulders. "Here" Max made sure to rub the omega's arms a bit to warm him up.
"You could have waited a couple of minutes" Max scolded him again.
Charles sighed as he felt the alpha so close to him, his skin tingled and his chest heated.
"Sorry" Charles said, after a couple of seconds. "I'm cold" Max cursed under his breath.
"Let's go back to the car," Max suggested, measuring in his mind which of his two cars would be closest so they wouldn't get so wet.
"Okay"
Max lifted the Red Bull jacket over Charles to cover his head, pulled him close to his body, and together they trotted to Max's car. He immediately unlocked the passenger door and had Charles get in.
When Max sat on the driver's side his hair was soaking wet and his clothes felt too damp.
Charles started to shake a little, his hair was sticking to his forehead and his hands were cold.
“I-I think” Charles began “that I should have stayed in the car”
Max rolled his eyes.
“Good observation, genius”
Charles pouted which made Max sigh. But he approached the omega to carefully remove his jacket.
"Let me help you" he said "Take off your shirt and put on your jacket, it's drier"
Charles nodded and let Max help him with the wet shirt and then Max held the jacket for Charles to put his arms in and then he zipped it up.
Max leaned into the backseat for a dirty Red Bull shirt he'd left the night before, he thought about giving it to Charles but he knew the jacket would keep him warmer.
Charles couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he felt Max's scent on his jacket, he took advantage of it as Max changed his shirt and buried his nose in the fabric, sucking in as much of the scent as he could.
It smelled so good.
"I'll turn on the heat" Max said, Charles blushed again hoping Max hadn't noticed what he just did and nodded.
"Okay” he said, and cleared his throat when he sounded too low. "Thank you," he said, louder this time.
They didn't say anything for the rest of the time they were inside the car, Max alternating between typing on his phone and looking out the window. Charles felt his skin calm during the time he was with the alpha.
He blushed when his press manager came for him later, the rain had calmed down and the woman scowled at him seeing him wearing a Red Bull jacket. Charles ignored the look she gave him and quickly changed into a new Ferrari shirt.
He ignored the fact that Max accompanied him to the Ferrari hospitality and said goodbye with a brief caress on his neck.
Charles felt his throat close up and his palms sweat as he drove to the side of Max's car that had just crashed into the speedway barrier.
"Is he okay?" He couldn't help but ask the engineer about him.
A couple of seconds passed before Xavi replied “He is fine, he is already getting out of the car. And red flag, red flag, box box”
The omega sighed and drove back to the garage. The feeling on his skin came back again and his neck began to itch, his engineer and his mechanics looking weird when Charles got out of the car as soon as he parked it in front of the garage.
"Charles?" Andreas came to him "You okay?"
Charles's breathing was unrhythmic and his chest rose and fell exposing how nervous he felt. He took off his helmet and balaclava from his head, his trainer took them confused.
"Max" Charles murmured, but his trainer heard him well. “I-I have to-, Max, I-I need to-”
“Shhh” Andreas put a hand on his shoulder “Breathe, Charles. He's fine"
Andreas frowned concerned thinking that some memory of Jules or Anthoine was tormenting the omega, he put his arms around Charles shoulders while trying to calm him down,
Charles took a deep breath and ripped open his racing suit as soon as he felt his neck itch again.
"Is your neck okay?" Andreas asked him “You’ve been scratching yourself all weekend”
Charles didn't answer, his attention was drawn to the Dutchman who was walking across the paddock as he took off his gloves. The omega immediately broke free of Andreas and ran towards the alpha.
He couldn't see Max's expression under the helmet but he stopped as soon as he saw Charles coming towards him.
"Charles?" Max asked.
Charles hugged him tightly surrounding his neck with his arms, his bodies collided and Max almost lost his balance but he managed to hold the Monegasque by the waist before they fell.
“Jesus” Max swore “Calm down, I'm fine, I just brushed the barriers”
But Charles was too busy hiding his face in the alpha's neck and sniffing his scent unashamedly. Max went still when he realized what the omega was doing.
"Uh, Charles, what are you doing?"
The monegasque's eyes widened in horror as he realized he was hugging the alpha in the middle of the paddock in the middle of the practice session. Oh God , the press would feast on this.
He immediately pulled away from Max and his cheeks flushed red.
“Uh, I’m sorry. I-I, uh-”
Max lifted the visor of his helmet and his beautiful eyes frowned at Charles. “It’s okay, I guess. You don't have to worry about me"
Charles felt his cheeks flush bright red and he rubbed his sweaty palms against his racing suit, rocking nervously on his feet until his mind kicked in again and he took another step back.
"I-I have to go, I uh I'll see you later"
Max nodded and watched Charles run back to the Ferrari garage. Andreas was waiting for him with a raised eyebrow but he didn't say anything. Charles also ignored everyone else who stared at him as he put his helmet back on and got into the car.
Max entered the Red Bull garage receiving pats of support and comfort, he saw Christian in the background with his arms crossed and headphones on. He walked towards Max and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
“Apparently you get along very well with Leclerc”
Max blushed, thankful that he still had the helmet on.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about"
Max walked to his driver’s room with flushed cheeks, at least Christian wasn't mad that he had just hit the car.
On Sunday night Charles was fed up with the itching he felt but he didn't want to tell anyone, if it turned out he was sick or something he wouldn't race for who knows how long.
Andreas didn't believe him when Charles told him that a couple of mosquitoes had bitten him but he didn't object after Charles insisted so much and promised that he would tell him if he felt bad.
The omega took his jacket and left his hotel room desperate for fresh air, he was going crazy locked up but he didn't want someone to notice something strange about him either. So he zipped his jacket up to his neck and took his key.
He found some drivers having dinner at the hotel restaurant, several teams staying in the same place due to the proximity to the track, he saw Pierre and his mechanics at one table and Max, Daniel and Carlos at another.
As if his feet had a life of their own he found himself walking directly to the second table.
"Hey, mate" Carlos greeted him, being the first to see him "Join us, we're about to order"
Charles smiled at them and sat in the empty chair next to Max.
The evening passed without incident for Charles, they talked a bit about the weekend in general and the next race, Daniel made several jokes that made them laugh and he, Carlos and Charles started talking in Italian to annoy Max.
But it was when they ordered a couple of beers that Charles began to feel the tingling sensation on his skin again, his neck itched and rubbed against his jacket without looking too suspicious.
The other three were already on their third beer when Max put his arm around Charles and pulled him close to his body. Charles sighed contentedly at the contact and leaned back against the alpha's chest.
They continued talking as if nothing had happened, and Daniel ordered a couple of shots to celebrate Charles and Carlos' podium. Max and Daniel had problems with their cars but they weren't too sad about it, they knew what racing was like after all.
Charles downed his drink in one gulp and grimaced as he felt the liquid run down his throat. Max laughed at him.
“Alcohol is not your thing”
Charles winced and poked Max's side with his finger, the alpha chuckled and wrapped Charles in his arms and then tickled him.
Carlos and Daniel got into a conversation while the other two played like children. Charles threw his hands up in the air in surrender as his stomach ached from laughing so hard.
"I give up" Charles laughed "Leave me alone"
Max smiled victoriously and without thinking placed a kiss on the omega's lips. Charles blushed and smiled at him. Max smiled back.
They didn't realize they were looking like two fools in love until Daniel pointed it out.
"You can find a room, you know?" The Australian said, as he tossed them a frie to get their attention "We're in a hotel, I'm sure there are plenty of rooms available"
Charles frowned uncomprehendingly.
"What are you talking about?"
Daniel rolled his eyes. Carlos laughed at his teammate's confused face. But nobody said anything else, Charles frowned for a few seconds until Max called the waiter for a new round of drinks.
"I think it's time to go to sleep" Carlos was the first to get up "It's on me" he said and walked to the bar to pay the bill.
The other three thanked him and watched the Spaniard go. Daniel finished his drink too but ordered another round of fries.
“I never knew you two were a thing” Daniel said casually.
This time, it was Max's turn to tilt his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Daniel laughed and leaned back in his chair as he chewed on his fries. “Oh please. I don't mean to be nosy, but I must admit I was hoping you'd tell me yourself"
It was then when Max blinked and looked back at Charles that he realized that the omega was sitting almost on top of him, with his hands around the alpha's neck and his head resting on his shoulder.
Max's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shit" he said.
The Monegasque raised his head and seeing the frightened look on Max's face it was as if a bandage had just come off his eyes.
Charles let out a yelp and stepped away from Max immediately. The feeling in his neck returned and he jumped up from his chair. Daniel frowned, confused and worried.
"Is there something wrong?" Daniel asked. Charles's breath caught in his throat and without a word he ran out of the restaurant.
“Fuck, what was that?” he heard Max say as he left.