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The thing about Carlos and Charles was that they both threw a great party. They also had great unresolved feelings about each other, but that's none of Max's business.
His business was right now, standing ten feet from him, holding a margarita in his hands. Wearing the tights pants known to mankind and laughing at whatever stupid joke Alex Albon was saying.
There was the thing between Alex and Max. He could never put a finger on it, not when he was dating George, not now, but he knew he had a thing for his ex boyfriend . And George being oblivious about it didn’t help.
Didn’t matter how much argument he had about it with George when they were together. He simply would call him paranoid or give him a deep throat blowjob and look at Max with teary eyes down from his knees to win himself the upper hand in the argument.
Max was fighting every demon in his head not to cross the ten feet and punch Albon in the face.
“It gets to a point you know.”
Max turned his head. Looking confused at Charles.
“What?”
He said. Doing a bad job at hiding the frustration in his voice.
“You’re looking at Albon with so much love I thought you might blow up.” Charles mocked him.
Max shoot him an irritated look.
“You’re much more tolerable when you’re talking about Carlos.”
Charles ignored his comment and sipped his drink. If you looked closely into his eyes you could see the light that passed for a second.
“Just so you know I heard Albon just invited George for dinner. Said he has a big announcement to make to him now that his single.” Alex absolutely did not do that.
Max could feel his blood rising up. His eyes darkened and he put the glass he was holding on the counter with much more force than necessary.
“Excuse me.” He said and made his way to where George was standing.
Charles only smirked and let out a giggle, it was when he felt two big, strong hands across his stomach and a low breath on his neck that he forgot about George and max.
Max in the meantime got to George and grabbed his hand.
“Come on, we're leaving.”
George was confused.
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Because I said so. Come on.”
He was dragging him across the people.
“Max, wait. What are you doing?”
Max opened the passenger door of the car.
“Get in.”
George was looking at him with wide eyes.
“What? No. What is wrong with you?”
Max let out a breath through his nose and in one move put a hand under George’s knees and the other on his back and placed him on the seat.
George was so stunned his breath was cut in his throat.
All he could let out was a big gasp.
The thing about jealous George was that he would cry and whine and eat max’s ear off and bitch about it for a week or two.
Max wouldn't be jealous often or ever as the matter of fact.
What could you have that a four time champion didn’t.
And, that would be George Russell.
Max was never happy about George’s closeness with Albon. not even when they were together. But he didn’t do anything about it either Because at the end of the day he always had George whining under him, but now that they weren’t dating? He was seeing red.
George was sitting with his Arms crossed.
Looking at Max who was driving so calmly like he wasn’t the one who dragged him into the car.
“Max, do you wanna explain why the hell did you do that?
I wasn’t even done partying.”
“you’ll live, princess.”
George shivered at the nickname. It’s been a long time since he heard it.
“You had no right to do that.”
George was frustrated now.
“I have the right to do whatever the fuck i want.”
George looked at him furious.
“No! No. You don't. You don't get to boss me around max. We’re not together anymore.”
Max raised one of his eyebrows and looked at George.
“Really? You liked it when I used to tell you what to do. Tho.”
George was so angry he could hit that handsome face right now.
“God. Just shut up.”
“I will. When I’m choking on your pussy.”
“Max!!!”
Max laughed at that and didn’t comment further.
When they got to the apartment, George went to the kitchen for a glass of water and patt sassy on the counter and started kissing her.
“How come she gets kisses and I don't?”
“Because she’s not a complete twat.”
George said unbothered.
Max narrowed his eyes at her and sassy hissed at him and went to get more kisses from George.
Little traitor.
“Are you seriously jealous of your own cat?”
George giggled and sat next to Max on the couch.
Max looked at George. At his pink lips. His neck that used to be covered in red when they were together. He missed the feeling of bruising him with his lips. missed the feeling of George’s scratches on his back when he was inside him.
He looked at George’s eyes through half lidded eyes and tapped his thigh twice.
George raised an eyebrow.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Come on princess, I missed you.”
Max grabbed his waist. Taking him in his arms. George struggled but went anyway. Max started kissing his jawline and taking gentle bites of his neck.
George let out a whine.
“Max, stop.”
Max grabbed his waist and squeezed. George felt his head spinning.
George grabbed Max's hair and pulled his head back. He tried to take a few breaths to calm himself.
“Max, we need to talk.”
Their lips were so close to each other.
“Okay.” He said with a raspy voice.
And went to kiss George’s lips.
They were kissing each other so loudly. Max used too much tongue, as usual. Touching George’s tongue too. George didn’t mind. He missed him. Missed the feeling of his short hair on his fingers. When he used to grab them to pull Max’s face from between his legs.
He let out a whine. He could feel his pussy opening and closing around nothing.
“Goddamn it verstappen. Stop it.”
He said frustrated. He needed to get fucked, but he needed to talk to Max first.
He put his hand on Max's chest and pushed him. They were both out of breath.
“I’m not your booty call, Max. You can't just throw me over your shoulder and ask for it anytime your dick is hard.”
Max did not understand a word. He was looking at George’s puffy lips the whole time. If he didn’t get to have that mouth around his cock anytime soon he was going to burst in his pants.
“Verstappen, are you even listening to me? You know what max? I'm out of here, you are unbelievable.”
Max’s brain was finally starting to function at the word leaving.
Max let that happen once, never again.
He grabbed George’s thighs and pulled him up so he wouldn’t escape.
New George’s ass was directly on his cock. They both let out a whine. George’s slick was getting all over his panties, and Max's hand squeezing his thighs weren’t helping.
“Come on, doll. You know I love you. our fight was stupid anyway. Come on, you gotta take me back baby.”
“How would I know you’ll treat me right this time?” He was pouting now, his eyes starting to tear up. He looked so hot.
Max let out a fuck under his breath and kised those wet lips.
“I’ll be however you like baby. I’ll do whatever you want.” He said between kisses. George let out a needy sound and started rubbing his pussy on Max's thighs. He needed more friction.
He kissed Max's wet lips back. Spit contacting their lips when they parted.
“Do you promise?” George said. Their foreheads touching.
“Yeah. Anything you want princess..”
“Am I forgiven?” Max asked when they parted their heads and he didn’t get a response from George.
George looked at his eyes and gave him a little nod and bit his lip.
Max smirked and kissed his lips again. He couldn’t get enough.
“Well come on baby. take those pants off, let me take a look at my girl.” God. He was talking about his pussy.
George stood up and turned his back to him and bended over while taking his pants off. Just to give max a view of his wet foldes to tease him.
Max let out a fuck and grabbed his cock throw the pants. He wanted to come in him so badly.
“Fuck baby. Look at that pretty pussy. shaved yourself just in case I wanted to bend you over in front of everyone?”
George let the red panties stay on and climbed back to Max’s thighs but didn’t sit down.
Max grabbed his thighs and let his hands get to his pussy. Pushing through the fabric with his thumb on his entrance and taking out fast enough for George to cry out.
“Ohmm, I don't know, maybe I wanted to give Alex a taste too.”
Max froze at that.
George took a look at Max and bit his lips from nervousness. Was it too much? Has he gone far?
Max grabbed his chin. Looked dead in his eyes.
“You know I love you right?”
A shiver ran through George.
“Yeah?” He said scared.
“Good. Because I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t.”
He picked up George and ignored his gasp and walked to the bedroom.
He threw George on the bed and started taking of his belt.
George was regretting his words earlier.
Max looked so scary right now.
It was turning him on.
He tried to get to the back of the headboard.
Maybe trying to run from his temper.
But Max grabbed his ankles and dragged him.
George let out a little scream.
“Where are you going baby? Hmm? What was that you were talking about? Something about Albon fucking you?”
“Max please, I was just teasing.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh is that so? You wanna act like a whore? I’ll treat you like one.”
He put George panties to the side and purred the lube on his pussy.
Messing up his panties to.
He started throwing his fingers in and out harshly making George cry out.
“Max. Please?”
“Please what baby, what do you want?”
“Come. Wanna come.”
“I’m sorry baby, but only good boys get to come.”
he said with a smirk.
“But I am good, max. I am.” He whined with a pout. Some tears escaped his eyes.
Max took out his fingers and spanked his pussy.
Three times.
He placed one of his legs on his shoulder and the other on his waist and positioned himself on George’s entrance.
“Max, wait.”
in one move he was in.
All of him.
George let out a scream.
His body couldn’t handle it.
He whimpered and tried to push max out of him.
Max laughed at his attempt.
“Max, big too big.”
Max smirked and Put George’s legs down and got on top of him and started putting little wet kisses on George’s neck and taking little bites.
“And you're tight. It’s perfect baby.”
he laughed meanly while kissing George’s tears away
Letting George adjust to his size.
His little pussy was handling too much.
“Baby, can I move?” Max asked.
George nodded his head.
Max went back to his position. Put George’s legs on his shoulders and kissed his ankle and started throwing in him.
Picking up the pace when he felt George opening around him.
George let out a whine and tried to cover his face in the pillow.
Max grabbed his face and turned him.
“You look at me when I’m fucking you. You hear me?
Stop looking and I’ll pull out and won’t let you come.”
George nodded without hesitation.
“Take a good look at who’s fucking you baby, nobody gets to see you like this. Only me. You’re mine. Princess. I’m the only man you’ll ever close around.”
George couldn’t control his tears. He was experiencing too much pleasure.
His hands went down to touch himself, Max grabbed it and put them above his head and started pinching his clit.
George let out a whine and shaked.
“This pussy belongs to me baby. You’ll only come when I say so.”
He rolled George to his side and started throwing in him from the back and rubbing his folds.
George let out a scream when he felt was getting close and called out Max's name.
“Come princess, come for me.”
And George let go when he felt Max caming inside of him.
“Good, baby, you’re so good for me.”
Max told him kissing the side of his face and covering them with blankets.
Without pulling out of George.
George let out a whine.
“Max, pull out. Im sensitive
“Shhh baby. just sleep, I wanna feel you around me when i wake up”
George knew he was going to give Max a full tantrum for letting them sleep on a dirty bed but for now he lazily smiled and let Max spoon him.
“George?”
“Hmm?” George answered half sleep.
“You’re gonna call Alex tomorrow and cancel the date.”
“What are you talking about? There is no date?”
Max frowned and suddenly realized.
Charles, you little demon.