I need to write something Lestappen about this because Jules it’s starting to get insane.
Max startled as he heard the scream over his headphones. He pulled off one ear, leaning towards the door of his office, thinking maybe he’d heard wrong.
“Max Emilian!” That was accompanied by banging on his office door.
“Shit—hold on guys.” He turned off his camera and muted the mic. He heard complaints over his headphones as he slipped them off, Crane and Lulham whining at why he was getting up again in the middle of their raid.
Max left his gaming to open the door to the office, about to ask where the fire was when a phone was thrust in his face.
“What is this?” Charles demanded.
Max leaned back, blinking and trying to make sense of the Instagram post in his face. Oh Christ…
He would admit it was funny when the team opened the box of fireproof underwear and found that instead of having a couple for each, every pair had Max’s name on them. Dani joked they should wear it for good luck and then, well, it didn’t become much of a joke when the team did well with his underwear on.
“JUST Jules?” Charles asked incredulously. “I was a good husband and ignored it at first, even found it funny, but posting an underwear pic like a cheeky nude on his Instagram?”
Max shrugged, gesturing to his phone. “I can’t control what he posts!”
“He’s your driver. You’re team principal—“
“I would hardly say team principal—“
“Fix this, Max Emilian.” Charles’s brow came down as he sudden looked at Max in a new light. “Is he sending these to you?”
“Charlie—!” Surely he didn’t think this was actually something to feel anything about.
“Give me your underwear.”
Max blanched. “The underwear I’m wearing right now?”
The underwear they kept wearing wasn’t even his! Well, it was, but it wasn’t the same underwear he wore, it just happened to have his name on it.
Charles didn’t seem to care about the difference as he just held out his hand expectantly.
For a brief second, Max wondered how this was his life. As if at seventeen he had pressed a button that said he would be a four time world champion, millionaire, and living in with a gorgeous husband but, caveat, said husband would be fucking crazy.
And yet he had no room to complain as he put back on his shorts, commando this time, as Charles now held his boxer briefs triumphantly.
“Thank you, mon cherie,” Charles laid a kiss on his cheek. “I need to remind some people who you belong to.” And everything but skipped away from his office, leaving Max wondering how he just got leashed.
“Everything alright at home?” Crane joked as Max adjusted to how weird it felt to sit with no underwear.
Max adjusted his headset. “Right where I want to be.”
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