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“Who the fuck is calling you right now” Charles whined as Max’s phone rang on their bedside table. When they first moved in together, Max’s habit of keeping his ringer on was his most infuriating trait but he’d reached a steady okay-ness with it.
However, it still absolutely infuriated him when he was just trying to lay on Max’s chest and sleep and his phone was incessantly ringing.
Max groaned as Charles flopped his arms wrapped around his waist trying to get his attention.
“Lando?” Max answered the phone tiredly. Charles closed his eyes again, listening to Max’s voice rumble through his chest.
“Do you remember how in Singapore last year we made a bet regarding a certain piercings and a couple thousand pounds?” Lando’s tinny voice came through Max’s voice.
“I do recall.” Max said instead of a sassy okay, good morning to you too, Lando. Max rubbed his eyes as he began questioning where the hell this conversation was about to go.
“Well I hope you’re ready to open your wallet,” Lando announced.
“You didn’t” Max said encouragingly, a little surprise piquing up his voice.
“I did” Lando admitted. At this, Charles started to perk up a little, curious about his coworker’s admission.
“If I recall the bet was pretty specific, what exactly did you get pierced?” Max asked, ever the straight shooter.
“I got my-“ Lando mumbled, “pierced”
“What?” Charles head popped up like a meerkat, realizing Lando must’ve gotten something interesting if he was this hesitant to admit it.
“I got my nipples pierced,” Lando stumbled over the words as they tumbled out.
“I’ll wire it over. Was it worth it? How do they look?” Max’s laughed out, incredulously. He turned his head down to see Charles’ eyes widen.
“They hurt so bad, but Max they look awesome” he explained, almost pleading to justify his decision.
“Hey, hey, if it feels right, it feels right,” Max said around his continued laughing.
“Okay, well, I need to go and call Jon and figure out how the hell I tell the FIA that I need a jewelry exemption”
“Good luck with that one, as always send them my regards. Oh and send me a photo!” Max called out as his friend hang up on him.
Charles leaned up to make proper eye contact.
“Holy shit.” Charles stated, eyes wide with shock.
“I didn’t think he’d have the balls to do it.”
The first race back was hard as Charles made eye contact with his coworker, knowing just under that polo, Lando had a secret.