Work Text:
It was the night after the 2024 Monaco Gand Prix.
And of course, all the younger drivers went out partying tonight, celebrating the star of the night, Charles Leclerc.
And even if this was an competetive sport, everyone was happy for him.
Because this was his city, his track, his legacy.
This was his dream.
And today all the people were there to celebrate this dream.
Carlos, Lando, a dragged by Oscar, Pierre, Arthur. Max.
A few other old friends and colleagues and fellow drivers.
Dancing, partying, drinking.
Because today wasn't only Charles' win.
It was the win of everyone who once believed in him.
Charles was standing in the middle of the room, glass with some brown liquid in one hand, his whole body moving to the beat.
People were surrounding him, looking at him, praising him.
Charles was bathing in the attention, loving every second of it.
But still, he was missing the attention one one particular Dutchman.
The one who's eyes he felt on himself the whole night.
The one who he didn't even got to talk to properly because of all the attention he was getting.
But Charles was way too drunk now to overthink anything, so he just went back to partying again, drowning another shot with Lando and Alex.
The night went on and on, the music slowly changed from loud and hard to more quieter and calmer, almost causing somewhat a romantic atmosphere.
But maybe it was just the alcohol in Charles' blood that clouded his mind.
The club got emptier, people started leaving bit by bit.
But Charles wasn't gonna let go of that night, of the night his dream came true.
So he just danced anyways, still in a mass of people but now with way more space.
Suddenly, he felt two squeezes on his shoulder.
Even in his drunk state he didn't even need to think twice about who this might be.
Max.
"Congratulations. Well done today." A hoarse voice whispered into his ear, hot breath agains his cheek.
Charles turned to the blond, facing him and smirking.
"Finally got the courage to come to me? Stopped sulking about your P6?" He joked, playfully tapping his arm.
Max just rolled his eyes, grinning.
"Wanna dance?" He asked.
Normally Charles would be surprised and overwhelmed, but tonight it all didn't matter.
He pretended to think about Max's offer for a second, and suddenly, Max leaned in slowly.
"They say only you know how to dance with me, so wanna show them?" Max's voice was low, quiet, destined only for Charles.
And without waiting for an answer, Max grabbed Charles by his waist and guided him, moving to the music.
Charles's hands rested first on Max's arms, then on his shoulders.
"Okay. Let's show them." Charles answered finally, voice breathless.