lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Can I stay tonight?”
Max turns his head away from the TV screen and towards Charles.
“Is it one of those?” Max asks, just to make sure. He would not deny Charles whatever it is he needs; but he does need to know what that is.
“Not that bad,” Charles says, fingers digging into the pillow when he finally shifts around to face Max. “I just- I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“Okay.”
.It’s not more than what it is - not more than it looks. Sometimes, Charles needs contact. Often, Max is there to provide it because he’s the same. Always, they come out feeling more grounded and happier than they were before they started.
This is an ode to friendships so comfortable you can do anything and it's all good. I promise you it's both as soft as and way dirtier than the summary makes it look.
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- Part 1 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Why didn’t you tell me? That you’re going into a rut? Is it that bad? Are you worried about it?” Max stops for a second, eyes trained on Charles, and he knows there’s only one thing that would make Charles this reluctant to tell him. “Do you not want me with you?”
Charles freezes.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Max laughs to himself, then laughs in relief. “God, baby, I thought something was seriously wrong, I thought- but it’s okay. You know I wouldn’t hold that against you.”
Watching as Charles swallows and stays silent, Max frowns.
“Baby?”
Yet again, this is both extremely soft and very dirty, mostly because it's insecure Charles going into a rut and reassuring Max pushing for things they both want.
If you're not into ABO/rut fics, just know that the dynamics don't show up very prominently and, if I say so myself, this is not your typical oh-he's-rutting fic.
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- Part 2 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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Now, Charles is not one to stop sex lightly, especially when Max’s cock is dragging across all the right places inside him and the grip Max keeps on both his wrists makes him feel like he might just fly away on a goddamn unicorn, but if Max says “You’re good” one more time-
“So perfect, baby, you’re so good for-”
Same thing.
“Alright,” Charles says, struggling against Max’s hold, and Max lets go immediately, pulling away enough to look Charles in the face. His forehead is all scrunched up in concern and he stopped thrusting, which is honestly a pity but Charles will do what has to be done.
“Why do you keep saying I’m good?” he asks bluntly.
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- Part 3 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“It’s never felt like that, for me.”
Max looks up.
Thumb rubbing along his palm, Charles keeps his eyes away from him.
“What?”
“Being with you. It has never felt big and loud for me. You were big and loud,” Charles says, with a private little smile. “But being with you, it’s- it was- it is like… like that day on the beach, do you remember? One of our date nights.”
“When it rained?”
Kind of a getting-together fic except established relationship. All will be good before it gets worse before it gets better.
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- Part 4 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Legs around my waist,” Charles growls, leaning forward to take Max’s hand even as Max listens, his thighs cinching above Charles’ hips. Intertwining their fingers, Charles guides them above Max’s head, bracing his weight on his forearm next to Max, covering him.
Then, he does the same with Max’s other hand; intertwining, guiding, bracing.
“Charles,” Max whimpers, caught.
Essentially just Charles staking his claim and flushed Max having a good time.
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- Part 5 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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Freezing, Charles looks up, blinking in confusion.
“Do you not want me to blow you?” he says, keeping still even though Max’s hard cock is inches away and Charles really, really fucking wants it. ”I promise I’m good at it.”
Max snorts.
“I’m sure you are,” he says gently, loosening his grip on Charles’ hair. “I just- I don’t like to be touched there.”
Charles is thirsty, Max is very happy to join and in short, here is a one-night stand with a twist.
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- Part 6 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“I can’t-” Charles pants, on the edge of hyperventilating again. He snatches his hand away from Max's throat. “I won’t choke you, you cannot ask that of me. I can’t do that to you, Max, I just can’t.”
Oh.
“That’s not what it is,” Max says, quick and desperate to not fuck this up. “I don’t want that, I just need-”
Jesus, how does he explain all this, how does he put it into words?
“I just want to fall apart for somebody,” he finally says, breath coming fast as he trembles.
Max just wants intimacy. He's distrustful and self-protective, but god, he just wants to let himself open up and exist safely in someone else's hands.
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- Part 7 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 1 of settling in (connected stories)
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Charles is aware that this particular routine they’ve created is… unorthodox, maybe. He certainly doesn’t go around telling people that a few times a month, Max fingers himself open while Charles lays down a soft fluffy towel and then Charles slips inside him and just stays there.
a little intimate slice of life from an established charles/max
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- Part 8 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Why do you wanna do it?” Max asks, tap-tapping his fingers on the table.
“I just like the idea.” Fidgeting in his seat, Charles reaches for Max’s tea and takes a sip, keeping his eyes on Max’s hands. These words are a little harder to get out. “I think I’d enjoy being… at your disposal, I suppose. Sitting still and looking pretty, kind of, until I can be useful to you.”
Charles watches as Max grips the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. Breathing in deeply, he hears Max do the same.
“There are limits,” Charles adds softly.
kink-exploring with an established charles & max, lots of domestic fluff but also free use.
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- Part 9 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 1 of play with me (connected stories)
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“You said, on Sunday,” Charles says slowly. Max leans in. ”You said that you needed me to be careful with you.”
“That I trusted you to be careful with me, yes,” Max agrees. Charles nods jerkily.
“Yes, that,” he carries on. “Then, can you promise me you’ll be careful with this, with me, in exchange?”
Where figuring things out patiently may just send Max into a panic before it sends him down deep.
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- Part 10 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 2 of settling in (connected stories)
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And then the sweetest little word falls from Max’s lips, dripping honey and mountain-lake quiet, and Charles might come even with his eyes closed.
“Please,” Max whispers, body tensing so tight he’s almost vibrating with it, as if saying it cost him more than Charles could ever imagine. Breath stutters in Charles’ chest, coming out staccato to brush over the thin, pink skin of Max’s throat. Max shudders, head tilting further back.
“Baby,” Charles says, satiny soft and barely audible, his hand running down Max’s side to grip possessively at his waist. He takes another chance. “Want me to fuck you, yes? Want me to put my cock in you, feel how deep it goes?”
about the first night, which max kind of wishes he could forget, and the second night, which neither will ever, ever forget.
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- Part 11 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“You’re a little weirdo,” Max tells Charles fondly, fingers carding through his hair. “It’s all dark and cramped in here, why aren’t you on the bed?”
“I told you, it’s too open,” Charles grumbles. “And you’re the weirdo. This is a perfectly respectable spot to have a freak out in, it’s not my fault you’re an odd-egg omega who doesn’t nest.”
“I know, a terrible specimen, that’s me,” Max complains softly, all theatrical, and Charles giggles, poking at his knee.
Max doesn’t nest. Or does he?
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- Part 12 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“You’re doing wonderfully, so well,” Charles carries on, speaking as good an outlet for the chaos in his chest as anything else. Readjusting his hand to lay over the base of Max’s throat and collarbones, he pushes down gently, just as they agreed, and Max sinks a little deeper into the bed.
A sweet little oh falls from Max’s lips, and he sighs, eyes flicking around before they manage to focus on Charles.
“Jesus,” Charles breathes, “Max, god.”
it's not always easy to be max's race engineer, especially not after everything that transpired between them.
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- Part 13 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 3 of settling in (connected stories)
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“What did you do, you moron?” Charles croaks out, dragging an armchair closer to the bed without letting go of Max’s hand. “You promised. You promised I’ll never have to visit you in a hospital again.”
where max has an accident, charles deals, and all ends well
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- Part 14 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Pretty, pretty baby,” Max murmurs, his other hand running over Charles’ back before he digs his fingers into the meat of Charles’ ass. “You asked for this. Unless you want to give me a colour, you’re going to let me touch you and tease you, and you’re going to stay still and quiet for me.”
digging deeper into the free-use/objectification kink with established charles & max
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- Part 15 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 2 of play with me (connected stories)
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“You shouldn’t kneel, of course,” Charles reiterates, voice as soft as his palm. “Would you like to sit, though?”
“Sit?” Max repeats, eyebrows drawn.
“Right here,” Charles explains, tapping his shoe against the floor.
“At- at your feet?”
when everything gets too intense for max, charles is there. and if everything gets too intense for charles? well, then they need to talk.
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- Part 16 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 4 of settling in (connected stories)
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“Why won’t you kiss me properly?” Max whines, poking at Charles’ chest as the man pulls away from him again after barely a peck.
Okay, more than a peck. But still. A mere few seconds are not what Max deserves.
“I kiss you properly,” Charles says, wriggling back on the couch to get comfortable, careful not to spill the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “I kiss you all the time.”
“Yeah,” Max grumbles. “Very softly, very shortly.”
or, how max's mouth drives charles insane in all the right ways
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- Part 17 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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It starts as all Charles’ obsessions start these days - he sees a reel on Instagram. Somewhere between people questioning his driving and rants calling for his retirement, his mind goes oh lovely and perhaps yes please, and then he’s avoidance-scrolling through the comments to figure out who this is.
This, as in the dirty-blond, scruffy-cheeked, wide-grinning guy lifting both his arms up to hold the backrest of his sim racing seat, biceps pulled tight in a way that makes Charles’ mouth water.
Max, the comments inform him.
Max, or @maxvers33 for those with Twitch and OnlyFans accounts.
in the middle of ferrari bleakness, charles finds himself some starlight to pull him through
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- Part 18 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Hurts?” Max asks, running his mouth from Charles’ jaw to his lips to steal a kiss, brushing their cheeks together afterwards to leave some of his giddy scent on Charles’ skin.
“No,” Charles says, breathy and a bit strained, adding quietly, “It’s just a lot. You know I’ve never- I’ve never. But I want to, with you.”
Prompt #13: An Omega is knotted for the first time and panics, and their alpha has to pin them down to stop them hurting themselves.
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- Part 19 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“Mhm. You’re the colour of my car, you know that?” Charles teases quietly, palm squeezing at Max’s waist before it runs up to his nape, thumb swiping over the bumps of his spine. Max is about to moan a little before he remembers himself and swallows harshly to make the sound go away.
“Not here,” he gripes, stepping away even though he’d love to spend the rest of his prep time fitted over and into Charles’ body. But this is too exposed.
“So shy, baby,” Charles murmurs.
max needs the perfect setting to let his noises out but when he does, charles is just utterly, utterly obsessed
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- Part 20 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)