65. KICK IN THE ASS

/Max/

“He was pissed off.
After that Charles never answered me again.
I could almost see him replying ‘Good, thanks.’ Cold. Stone-cold.
But I didn't follow him; maybe he was hoping I would. In fact he wanted it, but not me. I wasn't the one who wanted it, so that’s fine.

The next day photos immediately circulated of Charles on his private yacht, which he named "Monza," officially referring to the race he's won that was most important to him, since technically it wasn't his first. He justified this choice by saying it was the most important.
Only I, however, know all the behind-the-scenes details surrounding it, specifically related to that race. Monza 2019, the one he's referring to.
Even if he doesn't remember me touching his lips while he was sleeping, it's still the week where a lot happened between us.
We cheered each other up, we confided in each other, he hugged me after his victory, we flirted heavily during the party at the disco and then I took advantage of his drunkenness. But only I know that.
I smile goofily.
The photos are all with Charlotte and his friends. She's a beautiful girl, but I don't lose at this game.
A few days later I also organize something with Kelly and make sure they see me happy and, above all, by her splendid side.
I didn't choose her for this, but since we're here, why not take advantage?
Charles, you'll have to do better if you want to tease me and make me kiss you.

The photo of me and Kelly is far better than the one Charles shared with Charlotte a few days ago.
She's a beautiful girl, but very simple. Kelly is objectively a sensual bomb. There's no comparison.
In short, it didn't start out as a competition; I was genuinely looking for someone to spend part of my life with and she's beautiful and perfect, it's impossible not to be happy with her.
Sure, she has a daughter, but I wasn't counting on being with her forever and anyway, it was her daughter, not mine.
However, I have to say that little Penelope isn't bad. I've never had much to do with children and I've never had an opinion on them.
I think I'll want some someday, but I've never known what I'm like around them. There were no opportunities.
But Penelope is very sweet, maybe because she's little, but in any case things are going much better with her than I imagined and all things considered, even if the thing with her started for a reason that seems to have changed over time, this relationship with Kelly could still work out, in the end.
Time will tell, but I don't see why I should leave her.
From a certain point of view, having a woman by your side is useful for someone who's always under everyone's eye, especially someone as overly criticized as me. Since I've been with her, they've loosened their grip a bit, although I don't know why. Maybe the fact that I'm doing better in F1 than in other years has something to do with it, I don't know.
Having someone to spend some pleasant free time with is also nice and she's not overbearing, she doesn't always seek constant contact, she doesn't necessarily want to fuck all the time, especially since her daughter is often around anyway and it's kind of the perfect excuse.
It happens sometimes, it's normal. It started with her because she made me hard and I was able to let off steam sexually, so obviously if it happens I'm fine with it and everything's good.
But if I had to look for a reason to break up, I honestly couldn't find one.
She gives me space when I want it; she's not always on my back like many girls are.
And when I need to show her off, she's simply perfect.
I can't say the same about Charlotte, so I'm sure I've won this race.

The rest of the week goes by pretty quickly, but at a certain point I receive some private photos from Lando that almost make me choke, looking at them with Kelly nearby.
I cough my heart out and for a moment I feel like I'm watching life unfold like a movie in its final moments.
She pats me on the back, looking at me with a mixture of amusement and apprehension as she jokes about how it feels like she's dealing with her daughter.
I quickly close the screen and flip the phone face down; luckily she hasn't noticed anything strange.
Later, when I'm calm and alone, I reopen that crazy guy's chat with the introductory message: "His Majesty in all his splendor!"
The photo is Charles in a swimsuit with his phone in one hand and the other running it through his hair. His beloved "Monza"—his yacht, of course—can be seen nearby and he has such a bastard asshole expression that I can't quite define it.
There are others photos, always in that costume and from those days he spent on the boat. I could kill him.
I wasn't ready; the images are beautiful and you can see he was posing, all taken deliberately to impress; knowing the young man, I assume me.
A sly smile forms on my lips.
'I have better things on my phone,' I reply referring to the photo I rush to open, which I will obviously never send him or sweet Charlie would kill me.
A close-up of his beautiful cock appears on my screen and I lick my lips thirstily. The other idiot's obvious reply.
'What? At most photos of Charles are in a costume or shirtless.'
Always beautiful photos, with a few mischievous smiles, as if he imagined who would be looking at them, but none are as good as the one he sent me privately.
'Only I have it and I can't show it to anyone.'
Of course saying something like that to Lando is like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
As expected he immediately starts with endless spiels because he wants to see what it's all about, and since I can't show it to him, to get him to stop I'm forced to tell him what it is.
'His dick, Lando. It's his dick. The one we've been blackmailing each other with since he was still with Pierre.'
I've even told him too much, but I was hoping he'd stop bothering me. Obviously I turn him on, so I try to ignore him. In the meantime I go to Charles's chat and message him amusedly, fully intent on flirting over the phone with my future boyfriend.
I send him the photo Lando sent me and write underneath: 'Were you trying to tempt me? No, because it's not even close to the one I have on my phone.’
Actually he made me want it, I was dying before when I looked at the image and it stuck in my head.
Charles has developed really well since the last time I saw him naked. He must have started working out too, and he definitely works harder on his appearance than I do. He probably follows a proper diet, but definitely his starting point was better than mine.
‘If I wanted to tempt you, I would have posted this’, he replies shortly after, accompanying the message with another photo that I can assume no one else has.
The photo doesn't show his face. It's the classic mirror selfie where instead of a face, there's the phone in his hand as he takes the shot.
The rest of his body, however, is turned in profile, and he's all crooked to show his side and a bit of his bare back. But it's not just his back that's naked, because his boxers are pulled down at the back, right below the curve of his splendid and fairly well-toned ass.
The front stays up just enough to hide what’s I already have in the photo. 
I laugh and lick my lips, the excitement is soaring and fuck it, I'm so hot now.
If I had him here, I'd jump on him.
Luckily he's far away or I'd lose our fucking challenge!
'You can see the mark from your swimsuit,' I comment instead, as if that were the maximum amount of attention a photo like this requires.
He's a bit sunburned, the young man.
'Yes, I'll have to start getting full sun, I don't like my tan lines to show,' he says without batting an eyelid: I imagine him sitting on his bed with that mischievous little face, answering me while touching his mouth with finger.
'And don't show it, so no one will see!'
Unfortunately this one slips out before I realize what I was writing.
As usual I acted without thinking.
I immediately regret it because I just gave him what he wanted, but it's too late because he's already replying. I make an annoyed face and he responds immediately.
'Why, does it bother you if I show it?'
Fuck, how stupid I am!
He's really good at making me do what he wants. You damn sexy little bastard.
'No, I have your best photo all to myself, I don't think you'll show it to anyone.’
‘You mean besides Charlotte?’
‘Oh, why did you show it to her? I thought she was just there to make an impression’, and not a great one, to be honest. But I don't want to shift the focus to our women. I'd win, but I know him and nothing good would come of this, so I'm careful not to include Kelly.
‘She doesn't know, so I have to do everything a boyfriend does. You'll know something about it.’
But what if he's looking for trouble?
No, I won't fall for your trap this time. You want me to put Kelly on the line so you can act offended and let me chase you, because you like me chasing you, right?
But not this time. I won't be the one to fall for it.
‘I don't know what you're talking about, maybe I need you to show me.’
‘What do boyfriends do together?’
‘Yeah.’
I don't even remotely mention Kelly and he doesn't mention her first, so I end up thinking we're making the same amused, mischievous expression.
Damn, if only I had him right here in front of me. You're so sexy, you damn bastard.
I hope you'll hurry up and jump on me, or I'll end up not answering for myself.
‘Okay, I'll show you one day.’
One day. Fuck, if I answer now,I'll dig my own grave.
‘See you on Wednesday’ I conclude, knowing he's won this stupid exchange. But I'll make you sweat my mouth. And my cock too!
You're a good tease, but I'm the one in control right now.”

/Charles/

"The kick in the ass. That asshole really needs a kick in his fucking beautiful sexy ass to make him stick his damned tongue in my mouth.
In Baku I try to give it to him.
In the pool, to be precise. The indoor one at the hotel, because the outdoor one is too popular with the heat and sun, and I wanted to swim a couple of laps before the competition week starts, filling us with the usual commitments.
While I'm swimming, I think about him. I wonder if he got my message and if he'll come? I didn't even set up a date and the asshole might pretend nothing happened, knowing him that's a possibility.
Besides I just told him I'm in the indoor pool; I didn't tell him to come over and move his ass.
I swim a couple of laps semi-apnea only coming out of the water to breathe in, and for the rest I just swim until I'm exhausted.
I want to kick his ass, but I don't have anything specific in mind. If I don't create opportunities, nothing will happen.
With every stroke, his face becomes more and more fixed in my mind; lately he's always in my head: I only have him, always him, especially if I know we're in the same place. He's here somewhere, this knowledge fills me with a frenzy that I release by swimming.
I'm about to start the last lap with the thought of giving myself a break and thinking of something else to make him come, maybe a proper photo like the ones I already sent him last week, but suddenly a dive distracts me. After that a bolt of lightning starts swimming alongside me and in an instant passes me.
I don't need to stop and look to know it's him. Only he would dive in to compete with me, because between us it will always be a challenge and I can't help but accept it.
So here we are, the asshole is more stamina than me because he just arrived, but I have an adrenaline rush because he's finally here with me, he's caught up with me and if I'm lucky, the others will be out. Normally, on their days off during race weeks, the drivers arrive first and take the opportunity to wander around the city, or maybe go to the beach or whatever, it all depends on where you are.
The thought of having got it right fills me with excitement, but when I turn back I've lost count of how many laps I've done, so I'm exhausted and behind. In the end he’s first and even though I know it wasn't a real race, since we hadn't started together and he was still fresh, I'm really pissed off that I lost, so instead of reaching the edge, I dive down and reach him from below, grab his swimsuit and pull it down.
To be honest I didn't think much about it. I wanted to drown him, but then I saw his light-colored swimsuit and realized it was the same one he was wearing last week with Kelly on the boat and I lost my mind.
I didn't want to strip him naked and jump on him; it was actually a pure and simple outburst of annoyance, but the result is that he's left with his "jewel" free.
After that I surface running my hands over him, and as he squirms in surprise at my attack, I sink him in finally taking a deep breath.
It was a pure jealousy fit, but if I'm lucky he'll think I was acting like a maniac or taking revenge for the defeat.
I grab the edge panting with exhaustion, but Max doesn't take long to make himself felt grabbing my swimsuit from underwater and tugging with no gentleness.
I stay afloat because I'm hanging, but I laugh mischievously feeling him, like me, taking advantage of my body to rise. As he does so, looking like a sexy eel, shivers are already running through my body just like him, and my mind anticipates what I hope will be his next move: his tongue in my mouth!
I already have the beginnings of an erection, but too bad that once he's afloat, the bastard lets go of me, bends over and pulls up his swimsuit, which has ended up under his ass. He even laughs!
- You’re touchy! - he comments amused.
Touchy? That's all? Why the hell don't you take advantage of me, you damn idiot?
It's the perfect opportunity! There's no one here, what the hell do you want, an official date?
I stare at him angrily, still here in the water, my arms resting on the edge of the infinity pool, still in disbelief that he hasn't taken advantage of this to harass me.
- You're such an idiot! - I grumble through gritted teeth and shaking my head.
Max understands that I have something—not that it's hard to guess, it's written all over my face—but as soon as he raises his eyebrows incomprehensively, I, instead of lifting up the swimsuit he's pulled down on me, take it off completely, put it over his head and then I go out by pulling myself up.
- Charles! - he calls shocked.
In response, as I climb out I put the sole of my foot on his face, pushing him back under. Once out and still gloriously naked, I wander around the perimeter of the large pool to reach the side where I had put my towel and my things.
Just at this moment the doors open and I hear someone coming in here I can't even see, I'm too pissed. He's just wasting time, we won't have it forever. We'll regret all this bullshit we did instead of getting together and enjoying us.
- Hey! - he calls me again, I assume he wants to point out that I'm naked when we're no longer alone; at this I raise my middle finger, continuing to walk like my mom made me.
Behind me I feel him move, but I don't have time to figure out what exactly he's doing, because I feel his damned strong arms grab me, stronger than I could have imagined.
Max wraps his arms around me, pulls me aside and we fall in the pool.
The sound of the dive, the water splashing out closing over us. As we sink together, we move in slow motion; I twist in his arms, my feet touching the bottom of the pool, our hands clinging on us. We look at each other and our vision is blurry, but it doesn't matter because he's finally here with me properly and I don't understand a thing anymore. I finally have him. He's finally exactly where I wanted him to be, and without hesitation I wrap my legs around his waist. I'm aware of being completely naked, but I'm also sure that somehow he'll protect me and keep me from being seen by who knows who.
I hug him, burying my face in his neck. God, it feels so good to let go completely for once, so splendid!
I want to kiss you, you damn asshole, but I remember it has to be you. When the hell are you going to do it? How much do you want to torture me again?
Can't you tell how much I want you by the way my cock presses against your belly? How excited am I just because you're here with me?
Just kiss me!
But this ass-kicking, represented in this case by my erection against his bare skin, doesn't seem to be enough. He doesn't kiss me and holding me close with one hand on the back of my neck, he resurfaces with me wrapped around him like an octopus.
Against my back I feel the hard, smooth surface of the pool wall, where he presses me while I remain clinging to him with my legs and arms, my face still buried in his wet neck.
Max holds onto the edge with one hand, the other still on the back of my neck as if he were hiding me and I, unwilling to let go, kiss his skin right where my face is hidden.
I feel him tense and tilt his head, but he doesn't do much to free himself.
His laughter becomes a sigh that fades in an attempt not to be heard.
- Charles... - he moans softly, rubbing his head against mine. My mouth moves up to his ear, I nibble on the lobe and he sighs again with pleasure. I move my pelvis against his, but in the water it's not easy to do it well; I have no foothold and perhaps it doesn't have the effect I wanted.
- Charlie, we're not alone... - he tries to reason as I lick his ear.
In response I start to move my hips back and forth against him. I can't feel much, fucking water, but we both know what I'm doing and I confirm it when he presses me even harder against the pool wall, under the water. I assume to perceive me better.
I think it's working, from the way I can now clearly feel my cock pressing against his groin and his damned swimsuit. 
Swimsuit that I make sure to pull down. Max lets out a mix between a moan and a surprised chuckle, not expecting this. I actually have no idea who's there, or if we're putting on a show, but I hope they can't see me rubbing my cock against his finally freed groin. I'm now reaching out with my hand to find his cock between our entwined bodies, but this time he grabs my wrist and stops me. From here I understand that yes, there really is someone there.
I emerge from his neck with a moan that sounds like a growl; annoyed beyond all time, I glare above us to see who the hell dares to be a pain in the ass and only when I focus on the four figures standing still, staring at us with an interested, unshocked expression, does all my libido vanish and I openly tell them where they have to go.
- Fuck you, you could have gotten the hell out of my way if you saw it was us! Damn!
George, Alex, Lando and Carlos are getting a decent education, even though they're far away and theoretically shouldn't have been seen much. Not that I've actually managed to do anything, damn it. And not that I'd be worried about being seen by them. By Pierre, yes, but by them, honestly...
And anyway, in the end I only rubbed myself and besides, the water didn't have much effect. It's all dulled and the pleasure was completely mental. The idea of ​​being wrapped around him, of him pressing himself against me and of me licking his neck and ear.
- No, sorry, it was just instructive... - Lando replies.
- Did you see it was them? - I ask Max. The young man has a plastic smile and is also quite red in the face. He looks at them and avoids returning my close gaze, remaining here pressed against me and the pool.
- Max? - I call him, not understanding what the hell is wrong with him or why he's not answering.
- You don't know where the tip of my cock is and what condition it’s! - he hisses through clenched teeth, apparently still smiling.
My eyes widen and I try to meet his gaze, which continues to elude me. From this alone I understand that he must be in truly terrible condition.
- Are you serious? - I reply, ignoring the other four who obviously have no intention of leaving.
- Yes, you know, we're friends and they know everything, but there's a limit to what I want to show them. Especially since you're still hard and you're more naked than me!
Indeed, my swimsuit is floating in the water and only now that he says it, do I remember and notice it. I blush as I truly realize what it means, and a wave of victorious joy washes over me.
He's protective of me!
I don't know why, but this leaves me deeply satisfied. I just wanted to make him kiss me, and I think if they hadn't been there, he would have done it. But if they hadn't been there, he wouldn't have attacked me like this to cover my nakedness.
The involuntary reaction that follows is the best!
Over the moon, I wrap my arms around him like before, pressing myself closer to him. I cling to him with every surface I can, but there's no longer that excitement or that discomfort from the water dulling physical sensations. There's only happiness and enthusiasm. Stupid, childish enthusiasm.
This is all I want now. His arms around me and nothing else. The rest can wait.”

NOTES: I needed to clarify the Kelly issue a bit, because it's clear to me why they got together in the first place: Max had to endure the estrangement with Charles, but now that they’re about to get together, why does he stay with her? Other factors came into play, very common for certain types of people, and so I felt it was necessary to clarify the "Kelly issue" as well.
I had so much fun writing the pool scene and I hope it came out the way I imagined. It's always a challenge for them, but it's also true that they're beating around the bush and that they both have extremely competitive personalities. They both want to be in charge, but sooner or later they'll have to give in. See you next time. Kisses, Akane