oof angst prompt ok......imagine max and daniel are pining for each other ala McLaren era but neither know the other likes them back and max out of frustration or something starts hooking up lewis in Fwb kinda way cause lewis gets him (brocedes style but also now george) and somehow shit gets leaked and it's all up in the news, so they start fake dating cause FWB/one night stands are so scandalous, in the meantime daniel is absolutely breaking down thinking how max is into guys but didn't pick him and George is now questioning shit cause he doesn't like the fact that max has lewis and Lewis didn't even tell him (denial of feelings maybe) . Lewis and max can't even break up too quickly cause they are in the public eye and have to be all lovey dovey (ish) and are slowly getting confused so now we have 4 sad people who have no clue how to fix this (bonus points if dan george appear closer after the whole leak cause they drown their sorrows together or something)
Damn I love this idea!
It's most likely gonna be multi chaptered, but that's more fun, right?
Consider this as a sneak peek/the first chapter
Will it have a happy end? I have no idea yet
Why did he have to leave him?
Okay, technically it was just Daniel switching teams, but, it didn't feel that way.
It felt like heartbreak.
Didn't Daniel have as much fun as he had while they were teammates?
Was it all his imagination of how close they were?
Was it really just him who felt like this about his teamma--- former teammate.
He'll have to get used to saying that. Even if he didn't want to.
It sucks. everything sucks.
He doesn't want to deal with these feelings, so he goes and drowns them at a bar in Monaco one night.
He's already pretty wasted when he sees him, at the bar, asking the bartender for a drink.
He makes his way over there to say hello.
"Lewis!" He slurs out the name a little. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Max?" Lewis looks just as surprised as Max felt when he saw him. "I didn't know this was your type of bar."
It wasn't. Not until Daniel brought him here a few times. Then it somehow became his favorite one.
"What can I say... I'm full of surprises."
Lewis' lips curl up into a small grin and he slaps Max's shoulder amicably.
"You sure are." he thanks the bartender when he gets his drink, then turns back to Max. "You on your own?"
Max nods, "Yeah. What about you?"
"Same," Lewis took a sip from his drink, looking around. "It's pretty crowded tonight."
"That's fun, no?" Lewis can tell Max has already had a few drinks too many and honestly, he's getting there too. "Would be boring if it wasn't."
"Yeah," he thinks 'fuck it' and empties his glass in one go. "You wanna dance?"
It's a silly question, because he knows Max isn't exactly world's greatest dancer - neither is he - but he just needs to do something to get the pressure off. He's pretty sure Max feels the same way.
The grin on Max's face says enough. Lewis has just enough time to place his glass back onto the bar before he gets dragged off to the dancefloor.
They dance, laugh and drink some more. They get kicked out, along with some other customers, when the bar is going to close and they stumble outside.
"You wanna share a cab?"
Lewis thinks Max must be more drunk than he thought he was for asking this.
"Yeah, sure."
He knows he's far gone when he gives his answer.
The ride in the backseat of the cab is... Interesting.
Max gets a little bit touchy and Lewis doesn't really seem to mind.
Max gets really clingy when they're in the hotel lobby and Lewis has no choice but to pull Max into the elevator and help him up to his room.
He wants to leave and go to his own room straight away, but Max - who has even more strength than Lewis gave him credit for - grabs him and then he's crowding him in and kissing him and Lewis has nowhere to go.
He could push him away, but fuck--- he craves this. Whatever this is.
They end up as two naked bodies in tangled sheets, whispering words which are meant for someone else.
Max wishes the voice had an Australian accent. Lewis wishes the voice sounded more British.
But it is what it is. They did what they did.
And when Lewis sneaks out of the hotel later on, he doesn't feel particularly bad about it and neither does Max.
~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
It's Pierre who texts him first. Just a: 'mate. Did you see this?' and a link to some picture on some gossip site.
Daniel clicks on it anyway, prepared to immediately close it again, but he stops when he sees the picture and the headline.
"Sir Lewis Hamilton caught sneaking out of the red bull drivers' hotel"
No.
This can't be what they're insinuating here.
There must be some perfectly fit other explanation for this.
But he makes the mistake of scrolling further - - -
There are more pictures. Pictures of Lewis and Max at a bar. - their bar -.
Pictures of Max and Lewis getting out of said bar and into a cab.
Sharing a cab.
Max and Lewis getting out at the red bull hotel - - -
Daniel closes the article and slams his phone down.
He knows how Max gets when he's drunk.
It makes his stomach turn.
It looks like things went down exactly as insinuated.
Why Lewis?
Why not him?
Did their time together as teammates really mean that little to the Dutch boy?
Whatever reason Max had, it really, really hurt Daniel a lot.
But he was gonna act like nothing happened.
Just be like he always was with Max.
He wondered how George felt about this.
~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~
Interesting....
That's the first thing that crossed George's mind when he came across the pictures of Lewis and Max partying together.
His eyes widening a little at the pictures at the hotel.
Why people waited so long to see someone come back out of a hotel, he really didn't understand.
But yeah, it was interesting to see. Especially because it was those two.
Maybe nothing really happened.
- as if -
He was definitely gonna investigate.
And while investigating, he'd be distracted from all other disturbing things he might or might not be feeling for his teammate
It was a win win situation.
Sort of.
If Lewis was happy, then he was happy too.
Or that's what he likes to make himself belief.
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