Always

Chapter 18

The moment I hear someone heading towards the door, I start to get anxious, maybe he changed his mind after he left the letters. I don't even get to finish my thoughts as the door opens. Now in front of me stands none other than Max Emilian Verstappen.

He looks tired and like he hasn't slept this whole week, so basically he looks like me. Except he somehow pulls off the look, god he is ethereal.

"Alexander." The way he says my name makes tears form in my eyes, and I don't even try to stop them from falling. " Max" the moment his name leaves my lips I pull him into a hug.

Multiple people have said a hug is the most intimate form of love and I didn't get it until this very moment. As his hands wraps them self around me, pulling me impossibly close, our foreheads resting against each other and our hearts connected due to our close proximity. There is nothing that can convince me that he isn't the one for me.

We stand like this for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to pull away, but I know we can't probably stand in his doorway for the rest of the eternity. So, I pull away and go inside, Max behind me closing the door and sitting next to me on the couch

" You clearly took notes from all the times I made you watch pride and prejudice, because the letters is such a Mr. Darcy move." I say breaking the ice. He laughs but as he calms down he looks at me with his beautiful eyes, staring right into my soul.

"Alexander, I'm sorry" he sighs and runs his fingers through his already messy hair."Max-"

"No let me finish, I meant every single thing I wrote in those letters, and I want you Alexander, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and if you don't want to give me a another chance I get it, but if you do, I promise to love you and to show you off to everyone because that is what I truly want, not a another win, world championship or a guaranteed seat, I want you. The last six years has been hell, and I don't want to loose you again ever in my life." Both of us are crying at the end of his confession.

" I want you Max, I wouldn't have talked to you again or come here if I didn't want you, and I forgave you already even before the letters because I know how hard it is to come to terms with your sexuality, and I will give you time to come out of your own time, as long as you realize that that day when you have to tell the world about you, that your not alone I'm here for you to try and make it easier for you." He pulls me into another hug holding me tightly, kind of like he is afraid I will disappear if he lets go.

" Thank you, and know I am so thankful for you, and this time I won't make the same mistakes, I promise to not keep us a secret for long, maybe a month or so,you know so I can have you all too myself for until everyone else knows." He says the last part with a smirk on his face.

I break out to a smile,and grab onto his shirt and pull him closer kissing him. His lips instantly moving against mine, and he slips his hands around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, with me now sitting on his lap. My hands makes their way underneath his shirt and his mouth leaves my lips, but before I could even complain they were on my neck, kissing and sucking onto my sweet spot making me moan. I feel Max smiling against my neck at my reaction. Fuck, that's hot.

He however stops making me extremely confused and frustrated," Believe me as much as I want to throw you onto my bed and do whatever I want with you, I also want us to not rush into things to quickly this time, and take our time with each other, and besides now that we are back together, we have all the time in the world to do that, forever right?"

"Always" I say making him smile and give me a quick peck on the lips before getting up and heading towards the kitchen, " Let me cook you dinner, Alfredo pasta still your favorite?" I follow him into his gorgeous kitchen,"Yeah, nothing better than that." I sit down onto the counter as he starts cooking.

" I see you still like cooking, I honestly still think you need to open a restaurant, your food is to die for."

"Well maybe if Red Bull  fires me I can." He says jokingly but I don't like the way he sounded like there is truth behind his words." Don't say that, they aren't going to do that, the internet would literally destroy them for being homophobic and besides I want to see you win a world championship in person this year." I say trying to talk some hope into him.

" I couldn't care less to be honest, as long as I have you, and I've been thinking since my dad is not in the picture anymore after I yelled at him a year ago and I never really had a choice to decide what I want to do with my life and  be a child I want try new hobbies and things to see if I maybe find something I like."

" I love that idea, we can maybe try different things out together if you want?" I suggest. " I would really like and appreciate that." He stands between my legs, rubbing his hand up and down my thighs, he has no clue how hard I'm controlling myself right now. I clear my throat and look anywhere except him. I hear him chuckle, clearly knowing his effect on me.

While he cooked the food, we talked about everything from, him and Jos not talking anymore to me telling him about my crazy college adventures. And like always when the food was done, it tasted like pure heaven, and although I would never say it out loud, maybe even a little bit better than my mom's pasta.

Soon after we are laying in his bed just holding each other. I have never felt so contempt in life and for the first time in six year, I go to sleep with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart. All because of a certain F1 driver, holding me tightly as we both drift off to sleep.

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