The Formula One Grand Prix had arrived, and tensions were high as Max and Charles took their positions at the start line. This was the final race of the season, and it had become clear that Max was in the lead for the championship, with Charles right behind him.
As the lights turned green, the cars roared to life, and Max took off in the lead. Charles was quick to follow, staying on Max's tail. Charles knew that if Max had any chance of securing the championship, he needed to block any attempts from other drivers to pass him and potentially injure his car. Charles also knew that this was his last race of the season, and he had no chance to become the world champion, so securing Max's position was his ultimate goal.
The race was intense, with both drivers pushing their cars to the limit. Max was determined to maintain his lead, while Charles was equally resolved to keep pace with his friend. As they hurtled around each corner, the gap between them and their rivals grew.
As the race progressed, Max built up an incredible lead, but Charles knew that he couldn't let his guard down. He constantly monitored his rearview mirror, scanning the track to defend his friend from any attempts from their rivals to pass him. He maneuvered his car expertly, forcing other drivers to take wider, slower lines, thus continuously blocking their ability to overtake Max. Charles knew that one slip-up could cost Max the championship, and he was determined to prevent that at all costs.
As the final minutes of the race approached, Max was in the lead to win the championship, but the pressure grew as the other drivers began to close in on them. One of their main rivals, Lewis, made a bold move to pass Charles to threaten Max's lead, but Charles fought fiercely and forced him back. It was a heart-stopping moment as the two cars jostled for position, with Charles using every trick in the book to maintain his position, blocking every attempt to get past him.
As the finish line approached, Max crossed it first, becoming the world champion for the third time in his career. Charles was right behind him, securing his second position. Everywhere, the people were cheering, and the team was ecstatic with their success.
Max pulled his car up to Charles, and they both got out, their excitement palpable. The two drivers hugged each other tightly, and Max couldn't help but thank Charles repeatedly for all his help. Charles smiled, his face sweaty and gasping for breath, radiating with pure joy.
"You did it, Max. You're the world champion, you deserve it," Charles said, filled with excitement and admiration.
Max's face lit up as he replied, "No, Charles, we did this together. I would never have done this without you."
As Max and Charles stood together on the podium, their eyes searched the crowd. They had shared an unspoken connection throughout the race, and as the champagne was sprayed, it was clear to everyone that there was something more between them than friendship.
As the other drivers left the podium, Max approached Charles, his heart racing. "I think we should celebrate properly," he said with a smile.Charles nodded in agreement, a blush creeping on his cheeks. "I know just how" he replied, gesturing for Max to follow him.
They made their way to a secluded bar nearby, and as soon as they entered, Charles pulled a warm embrace. "I can't believe you did it," he said, his voice filled with wonder and excitement.Charles looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. "I'm so proud of both of you," he said, his fingers slipping into Max's hair.
For a moment, they stood there, their bodies pressed against each other, and then they kissed, their lips meeting in a passion that they had long denied. The sensations were intense, and they both knew, without words, that this was more than just a celebration.
The End
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Fanfiction" I fucked up" *I do not own formula 1 and the drivers. I do own the plot and Marie de Jong. All of the pictures I use are from pinterest.*
