#a maxiel vision of all things surprise surprise

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maxiel // I DO

part 2 is out!

implied smut !

i'd ask you to listen to this as you read this fic :,) i just feel it fits the vibe in which i wrote it <3

hope you enjoy it

max didn't mind parties but right now he was in a new space, in a new team, moving to redbull was an extremely mind boggling feeling.

his teammate daniel, with the pretty smile and crinkling eyes, had extended a kind but enthusiastic invite to a house party of someone he did not know.

max who was inclined to say no , had agreed, to his own surprise. something about the man who had invited him compelled him to stick by him.

the crowd was loud, packed and sweaty. it couldnt have been a worse day for a party, he had agreed to it a week ago, but the day , today, had been pretty much hell for the dutch boy.

his heart was in his hand, and his head brimmed with thoughts of expectations and hopes.

people were usually weighed down with expectations, hopes and dreams with the passage of time, but max had been born into it. he had been weighed down since the minute he was brought into this world, his father, never a dad, was never a supporter but someone, some distant significant (in a not so nice manner) figure who had made an emotional blue turquoise eyed boy into a ruthless competitor.

he had never blamed his dad, even though every part of him begged him to do so.

today he had not been able to lose the feeling of worthlessness , his teammate had the confidence, the charm and the talent to be a racing driver. he lit up a room while max felt he could only dull the lights down.

he was nauseating and the sight of daniel moving towards him, with his soft curls falling onto his eyes, only made it worse.

he realised he was looking at daniel through tunnel vision, he hadnt yet consumed alcohol but everything around him except Daniel blurred.

daniel made him feel things he didn't believe anyone could make him feel.

daniel sat beside max and bent towards him, whispering softly

"hi maxy" and he laughed, his glamourous laugh that could move the planets and the stars. It made his heart ache.

"can i call you maxy?" he whispered again, even before max had acknowledged his presence.

he smiled, his dimples soft and cute, his voice laced with an Australian accent.

"of course you can" max said , his voice betraying him, the sentence coming off softer and calmer than he intended it to.

"im sorry can you give me a minute i think i need to use the washroom" max announced to daniel and rushed out.

he couldnt take this.

he puked into the toilet till he believed he had wretched his feelings and thoughts. he cleaned up and walked out to see daniel standing right next to the washroom, a look of concern on his face.

max managed a frail smile and said they should go get a drink.

daniel seemed to hesitate for a moment, wondering if he should question max's wretching that he had heard through the bathroom walls, but deciding against it, he nodded and rubbed his hands on max's shoulder.

the kitchen seemed to be fairly empty, max poured himself some water as daniel poured them both some red wine.

daniel sat close to max, close enough for max to feel the warmth radiating from daniel's lean body.

few drinks down, followed by several jokes and meaningless conversations , the two of them were enclosed in their own tiny bubble.

his head ache had halted but his heart ached. daniel made him forget about all that he was brought into this world for, all that pressure of bringing it home. He wanted to be taken home. daniel made a boy who didn't know how it felt to have a home, feel at home.

max's heart throbbed and he stared into daniel's amber eyes. he knew very well not to do so, but his hand stretched out to tuck daniel's curls back so he could stare into his eyes without obstruction.

"your curls wont let me see your eyes"

max hasn't realised that he had whispered that loudly to daniel

daniel's eyes widened as he chuckled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a genuine smile playing at his lips

max who suddenly felt conscious of his own presence, whispered an incoherent sorry. in response, daniel placed his hand on max's thigh and max's heart was not the only thing throbbing.

daniel noticed that he had just made max hard and the thought of max in daniel's arms made daniel equally hard.

pulling max's hand, daniel led him out of the house to the car and they drove all the way back to daniel's place, in a silence that indicated that, what they were doing next would be something to remember.

daniel's hand never left max's thigh and max's eyes never left daniel's.

rushing into daniel's bedroom, max's back pressed against the wall and daniel's lips pressed against max's. Daniel's hands travelled to his hair and daniel asked with desperation,

"do you want this?"

max didnt see the point in such a question but respected and adored everything that came out of daniel's mouth, and with no doubt and no thought he answered

"i do"

[semperama]

I would like to nominate Maxiel and gift giving as a prompt if thats ok. 💜

The first package comes a week before Christmas. Daniel hears a knock on the door of his hotel room, and when he answers, mask on, he finds only an empty hallway and a cardboard box at his feet. Inside is a bottle of wine and a little, handwritten card. “Hope you aren’t going too stir-crazy,” it says. “Merry Christmas. Max.”

Daniel shoots off a text message telling Max he didn’t have to get him anything, but it’s the middle of the night in Belgium, and he doesn’t get a response until several hours later, his phone buzzing when he’s in the middle of his lackluster room service dinner. How he’s going to make it through another week of this, he has no idea.

Just a little something to get you through your quarantine, Max says.

Daniel shouldn’t be surprised when the next day brings another knock at the door, another box. If there’s one thing Max loves outside of racing, it’s giving gifts. This time, it’s a box of cookies from the bakery down the street from their building in Monaco. The day after that, it’s Belgian beer. No idea how you coordinated all this to arrive on time, Daniel texts him. I’ll never reveal my secrets, Max texts back.

The next day, Daniel gets a box full of DVDs—all things he’s already seen, but still, it’s a good way to pass the time. He puts on The Fast and the Furious while he’s eating dinner, then spends the rest of his evening watching Dumb and Dumber and texting quotes to Max, thinking of the time they watched it together. It had been almost Christmas then too, and Daniel was about to leave for home, but he’d promised Max they’d cure him of his Dumb and Dumber virginity first. They’d popped popcorn and drank beer, and Max laughed so hard he nearly choked a couple times, Daniel pounding him on the back and wiping tears of mirth from his own eyes. Fuck, it makes Daniel lonely, remembering it now. He’s so close to home, so far away from Max, and he can’t have either of them right now. He’s stuck in this stupid in-between place.

Max sends him popcorn the next day. He pops some in the microwave, puts in the last movie Max sent—Friday Night Lights, his favorite, how did Max remember?—and lays in bed munching until he gets too tired to stay awake any longer and falls asleep to the familiar dialogue, the sound of whistles and marching bands and roaring crowds.

He wakes up on Christmas Eve feeling like shit, looking up at the white ceiling and thinking what he’d be doing if he was home. Coffee with his mum in the kitchen. His niece and nephew coming over to open presents. His family is postponing some of their Christmas stuff until he can be with them in a few days, but that seems like a million years away.

When the knock comes at the door, Daniel is in no mood to answer it, but he makes himself do it anyway. Inside the box, he finds a tiny plastic Christmas tree, complete with tiny plastic ornaments and a little string of lights for him to hang on it himself. Heart in his throat, he sets it up on the table by the window, snaps a picture, and sends it to Max. Five minutes later, Max texts him a Christmas tree emoji and a Merry Christmas! Daniel’s vision swims. Later, he FaceTimes with his family, and though his little tree pales in comparison to theirs, it makes him feel more connected to them somehow, more at home.

He’s not expecting another present on Christmas, since Max has already done enough, but he should have known better. Not only does he get a box, he gets three. The first two are gifts you’d expect from a friend—an Orange Army baseball cap, a bottle of scotch. It’s the third that catches him off guard. It’s a long velvet box, and inside is a silver chain link bracelet. It’s just Daniel’s taste, the perfect combination of flashy and cool, something he could have picked out for himself. He fucking loves it.

It’s early morning in Belgium, but Max picks up on the first ring anyway. “Merry Christmas,” he says, and Daniel says, “You did too much, Max.”

“I knew you’d be having a rough time,” Max says. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

There’s nice, and then there’s this, seven days worth of presents made to get him through a rough time. Daniel’s never had someone do something like this for him in his life, and he doubts he will again.

“I’ll pay you back after the break,” Daniel says. He’ll need that long to think of some way to top this.

“You don’t need to,” Max insists.

“I want to.” He does. He wants to make Max smile, make him laugh. He wants to teleport Max here, now, and—and—

“Okay, Daniel,” Max says quietly, like he understands. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Max,” Daniel says. He doesn’t hang up until the line goes dead.