-Where tf are you- was the only notification that George dared to open since that morning. He knew Max was going to be mad at him for the argument they have been going on for the last month... Was it a month? They lost count. But what happened the night before was the bomb that made the tension explode.

Max finally confessed.

Kimi and Ollie were scared.

And George didn't trust him now.

George opened his phone to answer Max quickly:

Where tf are you-

-I'm working

Really?-

-Yeah, why?

-I'm with Kimi, we're at the headquarters.

The fact that Max thought George was some kind of depressed unemployed after the argument only made him more mad. George's life didn't revolve around Max, he wasn't the only thing in his life... Almost.

George putted his phone away and went back to the box with Kimi, since Bono had asked to see them to talk about some changes they had to do to the car's engine, and they had to be there, as part of the team and most importantly as the ones that were going to drive with that cars.

The meeting was surprisingly long for George, who had drank at least two coffees to keep himself up, something unusual. He catched his mind wandering somewhere completely different from the meeting. Bono was talking about the power unit or something, and George couldn't be more distracted that day, to such an extent that Toto had to stop Bono from talking.

-"George are you listening?"- Toto asked, arms crossed, gaze directly pointed to George.

-"Uh... Yes, I was, just looking somewhere else"- he quickly composed himself, swallowing silently, gazing at Toto once and quickly.

-"Fine... Keep talking"- he said to Bono, that resumed his illustration of the plan.

Fuck. If Toto caught him that was the end. And George didn't even dare to look at Kimi, who knew why he was acting so different today.

Fuck you Max, he thought.

After Toto's "warning" George tried to focus more on the meeting and less on his husband's angry face.

The meeting finally came to an end and George quickly gathered his things, telling Kimi to do that as well. The boy was now talking casually with Bono, and he stiffened a little at George's recall, starting to pick up his things as well.

He was anxious. He couldn't wait. George wanted something, but what? What could George Russell want so much to make him anxious, irritable, mad and that got him feeling an almost distressing sense of anticipation?

The answer was Max Verstappen.

He did. Very well.

George almost dragged Kimi into his car and putted their bags on the back, trying to look professional again. He noticed Kimi was silent and ignored him, almost scared, and he felt guilty. He knew well he wasn't like Kimi's other dad, wich often was hard on his kids becouse of his past as well. Sure, not like Joss did with him, but Max couldn't let that sink entirely.

-"Hey, Kimi..."- George spoke, more carefully now. -"Are you ok? Is something going on your mind?"-.

The boy shook his head silently and glanced back at the phone in his hand.

-"Can I go out tonight?"- he muttered.

-"With who? Where re you going? When?"- George replied, a little hint of worry could be noticed.

-"With the last season rookies group. Ollie's coming as well. We're going to the cinema at 8pm"- he said, sounding more relaxed.

-"What movie are you going to watch?"-

-"The backrooms"-

-"Is that an horror?"- George asked, getting worried again.

-"No, no it's... It's action. Like an action movie"- Kimi answered, trying not to sound hesitant or suspicious. He knew damn well George didn't want to let Kimi an Ollie watch horror movies with their friends for the fear they might tease them about it if they get scared.

Overprotective...

-"Well that's fine for me. You have to ask..."- George cutted his sentence, sensing Kimi's discomfort growing at the mention of Max. -"That's fine for me. You can go. I'll take you there"-.

-"Thanks dad"- he smiled a little. Good, Kimi didn't hate him, at least.

Later that evening George and Kimi picked up Ollie from the gym. Kimi immediately grew more confident and relaxed at his brother's presence.

-"I have a pair of jeans. Don't ask why. If you need them"- Kimi said casually, looking at Ollie in the backseat while George drove.

-"A shirt would be more needed"- Ollie answered, chuckling a little.

-"So make do, tonight go out like this"- Kimi smiled as well, teasingly.

George stopped at the Mall's parking lot and looked at his sons walking out.

-"Guys, what exit is the cinema near to? Where do I have to pick you up?"- he asked.

-"Oh you can park even in front of here and we'll come down as well. The cinema is on second floor by the way"- Ollie answered.

-"Alright. Call me when I have to pick you up, not later than 1am. It's actually 8.30pm so you have plenty of time. Be safe"- he said before driving away.

The two looked at themselves.

-"8.30?! Shit we're almost late!"- Kimi said, running over the entrace with Ollie behind.

-"I bet Liam is exasperated!"- Ollie chuckles.

Meanwhile...

As soon as George stepped in the house, he could sense the feeling of anguish creeping up, caused by Max's presence.

-"You're here, finally"- he said, almost annoyed.

-"I had to take the boys to the mall, they're hanging out with their friends"- George replied casually, putting his jacket on the hanger.

Max nodded, surprisingly calm and, most important, not irritated by the only thing he dared to say. Maybe he had calmed down a little.

-"About yesterday..."- Max muttered before George could interrupt him; -"No. I won't talk about that"-.

That made something in Max stiffen, his eyes gazing and George from below, pursed lips, jaw clenched.

-"Why?"- he asked, taking slow steps towards George.

-"It's past. We should think about present"-

-"But you didn't. Yesterday you were talking about a past relationship with Charles like your life depended on it"- Max said firmly.

George swallowed silently and leaned against the counter, one hand stood on his hip, the other leaned on the counter.

-"Look, Max I..."- he couldn't finish the sentence that Max was now in front of him, hovering close and closer.

-"No excuses. Shut up"- Max whispered roughly, his hand gripped George's chin firmly. -"Look at your pretty mouth getting dirty with lies... Let me take them off"- he continued.

George tried to lean out but Max catched his lips quickly in a rough kiss, lips closing and opening every second against them, Max's tongue twirling against George's lips as he had the chance. George couldn't help himself but gripped his arms, holding to them. Max's hand cupped George's back of the neck firmly, pulling out just to whisper:

-"Such a bitch"-.

Their eyes locked together in an intense stare, Max was cold, George insecure. The dutch caged the British between him and the counter, his composure not crackling.

-"You do know I'm taller right?"- he asked with a hint of superiority, trying to hide the secret insecurity of what Max could do.

-"I know well"-

-"Then it's a reminder"-.

Max didn't chukle, didn't roll his eyes, didn't even murmur a curse, he just leaned in, icy gaze as he let his free hand rub on George's waist slowly, the grip firm. He could feel the British man's breath hitch sightly, his eyes focused on Max's lips.

-"What? Cat got your tongue? I thought you were going to protest and throw a tantrum. Don't tell me you're enjoying this, Russell"- he teased.

-"You know damn well we shouldn't... We fighted, Max, you shouldn't even be that close"-

Max's hand on George's neck joined the other one on his waist, wandering slowly down his spine as the British man leaned his own hands behind, leaving Max's arms.

-"I have an idea on how we could use to make peace then"- he muttered, hot breath hitting George's face as he spoke.

-"Show me"- George answered under his breath.

He didn't really say that. George Russell didn't just give Max Verstappen the right to ruin him in the best of ways. But he did, he said that. He said "show me", and that was enough for Max to hear to just grab George's thighs to just pull his pants down to his ankles, not even the time to process what he just said that George found his bottom body naked.

Without hesitation, Max's hand wrapped around George's growing erection and teased its tip while looking down at George that was now leaning with his back on the couter; his gaze didn't soften for even second.

-"Yesterday, you were in the mood to argue, were you?"- Max spoke as he noticed George closing his lips.

-"How was I supposed to react...? You... You just... Admitted that you cheated..."- George answered, panting as Max's hand finally started to stroke him. He wrapped his lenght hard, sensing a tight presence around it.

-"Lando told you that in Canada"- Max continued, -"It's been a whole now, is it? And mostly the whole story you've been so excited to argue about is even older"-.

George tried to hold back a moan and just gasped, closing his eyes. He would never give Max the satisfaction of seeing him rolling his eyes back becouse of him, not when they were so mad at each other. He could feel Max's hand stroking faster and harder, from the tip to the base, and that familiar feeling of the tension building in his stomach could make him scream.

-"I'm... I'm close..."- he muttered trough gritted teeth, eyebrows arching.

-"Come, bitch"- Max spoke roughly.

And at those two words, George spilled into Max's hand. He gave him the confirm that even if they were mad at eachother, the dutch could still make him cum. That was the humiliating part; George couldn't get enough of Max, he never did.

-"What if I just fill up your needy ass, bitch?"- Max asked, caging a breathless Russell between him and the counter again, smirking now; -"Bitch suits you. Reminds me of your face when you're this needy"-.

-"I'm not needy you just interpretate things in the wrong way"- George finally managed to speak properly after the orgasm.

-"Do I? Then I might say that you want me bad, so bad right now but don't want to admit it"- Max stated.

He wasn't entirely wrong though.

George reached a point where he was so done he might have just let Max do what he wanted with him, but if Max knew he wouldn't have bee happy, so he had to show some challenge somehow.

-"You wouldn't dare"- George smirked, the slight idea of ragebating Max just crossed his mind, even if he was tired of his antics.

That made Max smirk too.

-"Oh I would love to try"- he said, hands gripping George's thighs slowly.

-"You never fucked me on a kitchen counter. Out of all of you weird interests during these activities pounding me on a counter isn't part of them"- George pointed out as his voice gained a sultry tone, getting into the game himself.

-"I'm open minded"- Max replied, -"And block that tone already, we're not done with the post-argument thing"-.

In one motion George found his legs on Max's shoulders as he pulled his pants down, the only sound of the belt being pulled off made George bite his lip a little. As the dutch was done, his hard cock pressed on George's thigh while he pulled them around his hips.

-"Wrap these pretty legs around me, bitch. Don't you dare unwrap, I don't care if you'll shake. I'm fucking you hard tonight, just to remind you what you've done"- he said, stoic, serious.

George did so as he leaned with his elbows on the cold marble of the counter, looking with anticipation at Max's hands gripping his hips now, his heart racing.

Max leaned down and started to kiss his stomach surprisingly gentle, caressing his skin with his thumbs. George bit his lip softly and caressed Max's hair.

-"Max... Do you have a lube at least?"- George muttered softly, still caressing his hair. Max looked up at the British with lazy eyes and nodded, brushing his lips on his v-line as he straightened up and took a few steps towards a nearby side table, keeping a hand on George's thigh protectively as he opened the drawer to take a bottle of lube.

-"You keep that there? In the kitchen? What if Ollie or Kimi opened it?"- George said, indignant. Max just rolled his eyes and opened the bottle.

-"You did? No. So they didn't either"- Max replied.

-"Fair tho"- the British scoffed, rolling his eyes as Max spilled the lube on his hand. He started to stroke himself slowly, gripping George's thighs again and wrapping them around his hips.

-"No... No condom?"- George muttered, worried.

Max almost smirked and got closer to George. -"You want me to cum inside you too huh, bitch? Won't be satisfied with just getting jackhammered?"- he groaned, squishing George's cheeks as he leaned in and pushed his head back.

Before George could reply, Max's hands grabbed his hips and penetrated him hard enough to hit his prostate at the first thrust. George screamed each thrust until Max could feel the pre-cum leaking, and so the peace increased. George suffered, and Max couldn't be more determinated to cum and hear his pretty and desperate moans. He trusted the process. At the very moment he felt like cumming he pulled out, and with a few strokes he finished in his hand.

-"There is plenty, don't worry"- he reassured George with a hint of mischief, referring to his cock, now covered in cum.

A tear fell down from George's eye as he felt Max align again, breath deep. And when he pulled in again, oh shit... This time was good, really good. Max didn't need much to hear George's moans, he was sensitive as fuck and loved the way George felt embarrassed just at the mention of kinks.

-"You like that, huh? Bitch?"- Max groaned as he thrusted faster.

-"Don't... Don't call me that..."- George muttered with a shaky voice between moans, his legs shaking as he threw his head back.

Max pulled his lower back off the counter just to kiss his neck while pounding into him, getting more determinated to make both of them cum.

George leaned back on his elbows, now trying to hold back his moans by biting his lip and squeezing his eyes closed, but it was too much. "I'm close! Max! I'm close!" he almost shouted as his back arched and his release spilled on Max's stomach.

The dutch groaned: "I'm not finishing until I come" and with another deep thrust, he felt throbbing, pulling out to spill his release on George's stomach as well. Both were breathless. Both were wrecked. And both secretly enjoyed it.

This thing they did, sex to apologize o whatever it's called, was probably one of the things that pleased them the most. Especially George.

Max leaned down to kiss his cheek one last time and wrap his arms around his waist surprisingly tenderly, caring, somehow guilty. George just caressed the back of his neck, breathless.

"I'm sorry" Max muttered, still a little grumpy while nuzzling his head in George's neck.

"I'm sorry too. I was... Scared you might didn't love me just as much as you loved Charles" George muttered, finally confessing all his morbid preoccupation about the story Lando told him.

He was just scared... Scared about what Max thought about their relationship. Scared about the fact that even if they lived in a family now, Max was silently regretting it becouse it happened with George and not Charles. He was scared of not being capable to be enough... And Max could only hold him tighter, letting all their worries slowly fade away.

Words weren't really needed now, just their embrace, their thoughts, and maybe a long chat about how stupid all that argument was afterwards, and everything would go back to the way it was before.

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