Max Verstappen ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ

Max and Sergio had been in love with each other for months but they didn't know it, each dynamic gave it its loving and happy touch, the team thought it was acted out thanks to their orders but no, it was never like that. On a rainy and cloudy Sunday they won the podium, the team celebrated and congratulated them, when it was time for them to congratulate each other they just looked at each other and smiled. A hug would kill them. As we were together in a private place Max looked at you -- You did well, Cheque. The junk car you have didn't stop you from winning, you're a champion. He looked at you and patted you lightly on the shoulder, but you both knew you wanted more than just a hug. Max let out a small sigh -- May I? - he said nervously, although he tried to hide it He approached you and hugged you, that hug lasted only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. When he moved away, your gaze met and he raised his hands to your jaw, to join his lips, a soft but at the same time needy kiss.