Skirts (Maxiel)

                                    

                                          
Couple: Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen
                          
For @loverofmich  ❤
                          
"Max! You're here, finally!" Charles greeted me.
                          
"Yeah, sorry for being late. I had to stop for petrol." I was supposed to be at Charles' house 15 minutes ago for our group catch up, but in typical Daniel fashion, my roommate had used my car and all my fuel, not filled it up and then had forgotten to tell me.
                          
"Don't worry about it. Come on in. Make yourself at home." 
                          
I followed Charles into the house and into the living room. A quick glance around the room told me I was the last to arrive. Lando was spread out across the ground and Alex and George were tucked up into the corner of the couch. Charles threw himself into the middle of the couch and I knew Pierre was here somewhere.
                          
"How are we all?" A chorus of goods followed my question as I sunk into the opposite corner to Alex and George. 
                          
"Oh hey, I know you just sat down Max, but why don't you go ask Pierre for a drink. He's in the kitchen," Charles smiled at me. 
                          
"Ok," I nodded and got up.
                          
As I approached the entrance for the kitchen, I lightly knocked on the doorframe, so I didn't scare the Frenchman.
                          
"Max! You want something to drink?" He greeted me.
                          
"Yes please."
                          
As Pierre turned around to get me a drink, I paused to appreciate his outfit. He was wearing one of his typical Pierre hoodies, this one was covered with little lobsters and it was adorable. But that wasn't even the best part. 
                          
"I really love your skirt!" I ran my eyes over it once more and admired how well it suited him. The chequered pattern just screamed Pierre. 
                          
"Thanks Max. I got it for a good price too."
                          
"Where'd you get it?"
                          
"Thinking of getting one?"
                          
"I don't know. I've never worn a skirt before."
                          
"I think you'd suit it. They're really comfortable. Plus, maybe it will help you and Daniel get together. Charlie can barely keep his hands off me when I'm wearing it."
                          
"What about me?" As if to prove Pierre's point, Charles entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Pierre's waist, pressing his lips gently to his cheek. 
                          
"I was telling Max he should get a skirt because Daniel wouldn't be able to stay away." Charles froze, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
                          
"Charles-" I tried to interrupt. 
                          
"Shhh... Wait, I agree. Knowing Daniel, the man will see you and not be able to control himself."
                          
"Guys, that's sweet and all and I think I am going to buy one but it's not to impress Daniel. I don't feel that way about him. We're just ex-teammates, current roommates and good friends." 
                          
"Whatever you say." I rolled my eyes at Pierre's words and walked out of the room. But I couldn't lie, I was definitely curious about it all.
                          
(Daniel POV)
                          
"Max? Are you here? Maxy?" My roommate had told me he was home but normally he would have come out of his room by now. I knocked quietly on his door before swinging it open. I was greeted by quite possible the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Max was standing in front of his mirror, clearly checking out his bum in a navy skirt.
                          
"Max Emilian Verstappen," I breathed.
                          
"Dan! Please don't judge me!"
                          
"What? Max, are you serious? I would never."
                          
"Then why are you reacting like that?" I clicked the door shut behind me before answering his question.
                          
"Are you kidding? Max, you look gorgeous. I have not once seen someone look that good in a skirt. And I'm an F1 driver who's constantly surrounded by models." Max's cheeks flushed bright red as I chuckled at my own joke.
                          
"Thanks Danny." He rubbed the back of his neck.
                          
"What do you think of it?" I asked him.
                          
"I really like it. It's simple with just enough flare. Very me, I think. Plus, it feels really good. It's really flowy, especially when I walk. It's weirdly empowering."
                          
"That makes it even more attractive to me then," I smirked. 
                          
"What are you talking about?" Max's hands were fiddling so I reached forward and clasped them in my own.
                          
"Max. I can't handle this anymore. I have to tell you. I'm in love with you, Max. I have been for a while. You're just so perfect. It's like if you took all the good things in the world, they would make up you. A perfect combo of shy and confident, funny and serious, cuddly and independent. I just love you Max. And man, you are owning that skirt."
                          
"Daniel...I don't know what to say. That was beautiful. And I'm in love with you too. So much." Max reached forward and wrapped his arms around my neck. He joined our lips so softly and yet I don't think I've ever felt that much passion in a kiss before. Tingles ran down my spine as I finally did what I had been dreaming about for such a long time.
                          
"Pierre and Charles were right," Max whispered almost to himself, once we separated.
                          
"What?"
                          
"Pierre and Charles. They said you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me."
                          
"They were completely right then." I slipped my hands down to Max's bum and kissed him gently again.
                          
"Hey, Maxy?"
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"You know, that skirt really does look amazing on you," I leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "But I bet it would look so much better on the floor."
                          
"Daniel!" I chuckled at the shocked expression on Max's face.
                          
"I'm kidding. We can go as slow or as fast as you want with everything. It's completely up to you. But I am promising you right now that I will take care of you, always and forever."
                          
"Always and forever?" Max echoed my words back to me.
                          
"Always and forever, baby. No matter what. I love you"
                          
"I love you too." Max tucked his head into my neck as I simply held him tight.
                          
Author's Note:
                          
Just a short one for today. Hope you enjoy :)