He wraps his arms around Max’s neck, eyes half-lidded, lips twitching into a small smirk, “You know you’re pretty good at this.”

Max huffs out a laugh, thumb tracing the lines of Charles’ jaw, placing a kiss there. “Yeah? Maybe I missed my calling. Should’ve been a barber instead of a racer.”

“Maybe. But I think you are better suited to racing and . . . other things.”

Max raises an eyebrow, “Other things, huh?”

Charles closes the distance between them, grabbing Max’s shirt, and bringing him closer to kiss him slowly and lazily as if they have all the time in the world. Max gets closer to him, placing his hands on Charles’ thighs, before creeping one hand up to rest on his waist.

“Other things,” Charles confirms. “Like taking care of me.”

max “gossiping” about charles and charles being a little brat about it so max has to take care of that …. or something to do with sainz and their fight, maybe either charles is so mad about it and can’t just relax for a bit for whatever reason so max helps him make his mind blank and peaceful <3