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Шарль знал, что у Макса, как у знаменитого и успешного гонщика формулы-1, есть свои обязанности. Посещение разных спонсорских мероприятий, встреч, фотосессии, собрания команды и еще куча всякого бреда, который Ферстаппен ненавидет всей душой. Конечно Шарль знал, ведь эти обязанности есть и у него. Но это знание не запрещает ему обижаться на то, что его партнёр уделяет ему слишком мало своего внимания. А новый пост в инстаграмме только досыпал соли на открытую рану.
/или ревнивый Шарль и понимающий Макс вечером в Монако
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Charles knew that Max, as a famous and successful Formula 1 driver, had his obligations. Attending various sponsor events, meetings, photo shoots, team briefings, and a whole bunch of other nonsense that Verstappen hated with all his soul. Of course Charles knew – he had the same obligations himself. But that knowledge didn't stop him from feeling hurt that his partner wasn't paying him enough attention. And a new Instagram post just poured salt on an open wound.
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Oscar and Charles are too drunk and kissing, Lando and Max don't understand anything, and the others are praying
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the author has a fever and it's a dream.
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Mon bon garçon
—Смотри только на меня, ладно? ‐ сладко заговорил он в темноте комнаты, – будь послушным мальчиком, – зная на какую точку нужно надавить посильнее, добавил Шарль на выдохе, совсем тихо.
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Craning his neck behind them, Daniel laughs his loud, creaky hyena laugh. “Don’t look now, but he’s still watching.”
“Who?”
“Chuck.”
“Chuck. There’s no way he lets you call him that,” Max says, voice rife with disbelief. He also can’t help it—he turns around, jostling Daniel’s arm over his shoulder to look back toward the media pen. Charles is in fact still watching them disappear down the paddock. His head is tilted to one side, a look of consideration on his pretty face. He doesn’t look actively upset, but he doesn’t look particularly happy either. Fuck.
“He doesn’t let me do anything. I just sort of do it and he laughs and blushes and looks at me with his big cow eyes.”
“Big cow eyes,” Max repeats, disbelieving yet again.
“Not actually, but sort of,” Daniel says, grin making his eyes crinkle. What the fuck.
“He’s blushing at you?” Max sounds petulant. Jealous, even. He needs to get a grip.
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All the rookies love Max. Except for one.