#soft max

Luggi just rolled his eyes, removing his hands from his knees and moving closer to the middle, when Max, like a cat with no bones, flowed onto his lap. Fidgeting, he unashamedly adjusted Luggi's legs to get more comfortable, while simultaneously smoothing his own hair. Exactly like a cat, a thought passed in the background, and Luggi, not embarrassed, began to stroke his hair. Max looked at him strangely but didn't stop him.

"If I had touched you back in my Formula One days, you would have bitten my hand off," he laughed, when Max immediately bristled.

"Maybe you should have tried," the Dutchman narrowed his eyes, dangerously boring into him with his gaze, but Luggi didn't feel any threat.

"Perhaps," his fingers dug deeper into the hair, weakly scratching his scalp. Max didn't answer; closing his eyes, he sighed steadily.

The phone on the table vibrated. Luggi looked at Max, who immediately opened his eyes and was watching him carefully. And, pointedly leaving his hand in Max's hair, he reached with difficulty, barely stretching far enough to grab the device.

His eyes quickly ran along the text, as disappointment slowly crept onto his face. Answering briefly, he put the phone down, sighing heavily.

"Another half hour," Max grimaced. "Some organizational problems. But they said the meeting will be shorter, so that should somehow compensate."

"Last time, their 'shorter' meeting ended two hours later," Max lay on his side, finally taking his legs off the wall, and tucking them in to curl up on the sofa. His head tilted, his forehead resting on Luggi's warm stomach.

"This is better than a media day in Formula One," he laughed, when the man didn't hide his groan, covering his face with his hands. "Shh, shh, it's far away, it's not here."

Max threw him a flat look through his fingers, which for a second made it seem like he was going to bite him, but instead, he closed his eyes again. Luggi just hummed, leaning back, while his palm again settled in the other's hair, running through the strands. In response, a quiet, contented muttering came, bringing a smile.

"You've gotten heavier this month; I need to tell Jules to stop feeding you chocolate."

"It's my dopamine while there are no proper races," he butted his forehead harder, like a little calf. "You can't take that away from me."

"Ah, a crime against Kinder," he laughed. "Sue me."

Max stirred, his voice becoming quieter, more muffled. He clasped his hands on his chest, intertwining his fingers. It was very… vulnerable? The warmth from this scene slowly spread in Luggi's chest, so that he unconsciously raised his hand higher, stroking Max's cheekbone, under his quiet breathing.

"My lawyers will be in touch."

Something bloomed in his chest, and chuckling happily, he unconsciously leaned down, bending at the most awkward angle, to press his lips to Max's temple. The touch was long, soft, but apparently insufficient, because as soon as he started to pull away, he felt pressure on his neck. Max was holding him by the collar of his shirt, still not opening his eyes, completely pretending to be asleep.

Being the weak man he was, he leaned down again, leaving a series of small kisses, trying maliciously to tickle him. Max grimaced, twitching slightly, but continued his "sleep," somehow exposing himself to the warm lips.

"Sleep a little; there's still time."