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Max Verstappen never hid his status as a little, nor did he ever flaunt it either. Having grown up always near a racetrack, he learned to control his headspaces very well, so he could be big during the race, even though the schedule never did leave him a lot time to just wind down.
Seeing the way, he always travelled along, he never had a caregiver, his dad always being near and often it seemed that he was unwilling to admit that Max was a little.
Max didn’t really care, but seeing that his father never mentioned it, he followed his example and never explicitly showed his headspace tendencies. It was actually funny, but during a race was the only time he actually wasn’t diapered up, the rest of the times he couldn’t be trusted to hold his bladder at all, seeing that his headspace just fell too young.
It was actually weird how no one had ever found out about it, never directly asking Max if he was one, even though half of the drivers seemed to be caregivers.
The race today had been postponed due to rain and then a red flag had stopped it, making it run late. It took ages to go through the interviews and the award ceremony, and once it was over, Max was so glad to go back to his hotel room.
He could feel his hold on his headspace slipping, and he was hoping that his dad wouldn’t come to his room, because he wanted to slip down in his headspace and go sleep with his stuffy and he knew that if his dad was there, he would want to discuss the race, going over all the things Max could have done better, even though he won and already knew what he could have done better.
He quickly got into the elevator, yawning widely. He leaned against the side of the wall, his thumb slipping in his mouth while he waited until it came to his floor. He felt it stop and barely opening his eyes he got out, his mind telling him where he needed to go until he was in front of his door.
Fishing out the key card from his pocket, he sleepily tried to put it in the door, but it would open. By now Max was completely exhausted, wanting to crawl into his bed with his stuffy.
He whined softly, trying to wiggle the handle of the door and feeling tears prick in his eyes, until suddenly it opened, and he was face to face with Lewis. He blinked at the man, not understanding why he was in Max’s room.
“Max, what are you doing here?” the Mercedes driver asked, and Max was trying his best to make his words work.
“Going to bed,” he said, still holding the key card in his hand. When no more explanation left him, Lewis took the key card from his unresisting hand, looking at the number.
“You’re at the wrong floor,” Lewis said, handing it back. Max looked at it, feeling slightly lost.
“Sorry,” he said, turning around, and going to the elevator, tucking his thumb back in his mouth.
“Wait a moment, I’m coming with you,” Lewis said, closing the door behind him and following Max, who shrugged, not caring either way.
Lewis had been surprised to hear the scrabbling on the outside of his hotel room. At first, he had thought it was the room next to him, but after a while he realised it came from his door. He had been very surprised when he opened it and saw that it was Max who had mistaken the room for his;
The man was acting a bit weird, and Lewis had difficulty with containing his surprise when he saw him put a thumb in his mouth. He quickly followed the man to the elevator, curious about his weird behavior, and observing the man, who was looking at the key card and then at the rows of buttons in there, seemingly having difficulty with finding the right one, so Lewis pressed it for him.
“Max,” he asked during the silence of the elevator going up another ten floors, “are you a little?”
“Yeah,” Max said, “going in headspace,”
Lewis nodded. The signs were very clear. It just surprised him that during all of those years he hadn’t known. He guessed he wasn’t the only one since a great deal of the drivers were caregivers and Max would have defintly been pampered more because of it, at least of the track. On the track, designations didn’t matter.
“Your caregiver is in the room?” he asked, wanting to make sure that there would be someone to look out for him.
“No caregiver,” he said, “dad might be,”
“You mean Jos?” Lewis asked, trying to not turn up his nose when he said the name. Everyone knew about the bad reputation the man had. Max nodded, yawning widely. The elevator pinged again, this time on the right floor, and Lewis guided Max to his room number, opening the door to a dark room.
After a few moments of hesitation, he followed Max into the room. The little looked at him but didn’t say anything.
“’M going to bed,” he said, “”k ben moe, tired,”
“That’s good. Do you need any help?” Lewis said, glad that even in his headspace, Max was capable of speaking English, even though he slipped to Dutch for a second, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to understand the little.
“No, Maxie do it alone,” he said. Lewis stared at the young driver, not used to see him like this.
“And is anyone coming soon?” he asked, but Max shook his head, “where is your caregiver?”
“No caregiver,” Max repeated, and then it dawned on Lewis.
“You don’t have one?”
“No, Maxie just Maxie,” he said. Lewis bit his lip. It went against his caregiver instincts to let the little fend for himself, and he would certainly talk to him when he was back in his big headspace.
“Well, then let me help you,” Lewis said, “you got some Pj’s?”
“In box,” Maxie said, and Lewis saw Max gesture to his luggage, still packed. Maxie fumbled a bit with the zipper and Lewis crouched down next to him, opening it up for the little.
“Look, race cars,” Maxie said with a smile, taking his blue pyjamas from the luggage, decorated with race cars. Lewis smiled back at the enthusiastic little.
“It’s all about the one thing with you,” Lewis commented, and Maxie nodded his head, not insulted by that statement in the slightest, “can you get into them,”
“Ja,” Maxie said, going over to Dutch for a second, the word easily enough recognizable for Lewis. Maxie didn’t care for any modesty, and pulled of his shirt right in front of Lewis, before doing the same with his pants, revealing the diaper underneath.
Again, Lewis was surprised by Max this evening. Never had he thought he had been a little, and now to find out he was so young he had to wear diapers. Maxie was busy struggling with the shirt, and Lewis quickly helped, tugging it down completely. Afterwards Maxie grabbed his pants and was about to put them on, but Lewis stopped him.
“Your nappy is wet,” he said, seeing the indicators signalling that it was time for change. Maxie looked down to his crotch, shifting weigh a little.
“Too little,” he said, pointing to his head.
“You can’t change them yourself?” Lewis asked, and Maxie nodded.
“Where do you keep clean ones? The bathroom?” Lewis asked, and Maxie nodded, “I’ll go get one, you wait here,”
He quickly went to the bathroom, getting a clean diaper while Maxie did what he was told, shifting a bit from leg to leg, unable to stand completely still. He quickly went over to the suitcase, and shifted through it, getting out a stuffed bunny, one of its ears worn out a little.
“Here go lie on the bed,” Lewis said when he returned, and Maxie once again followed the instructions. Lewis undid the tabs of the wet diaper, and removed it from Maxie, before putting a clean one underneath Max, and wiping the area clean before carefully closing it up again. He hadn’t seen any powder or diaper cream lying around.
“Maxie go sleep now,” Maxie said, hugging the bunny close and yawning. Lewis nodded, holding the pants for Maxie to step in. Once he was in his sleepclothes, Lewis had expected the little to crawl into bed, but was again surprised when hegrabbed a pillow and the blankets and was about to lie on the floor. Lewis stopped him when he got what Max was trying to do.
“What now?” the little snapped, getting overly tired and cranky at the way he was on being stopped from crawling into the blankies and sleeping.
“The bed is here,” Lewis said, but Maxie shrugged.
“Too high. Hurts when I fall,” he said.
“But why didn’t you get a room with a crib?” Lewis asked, knowing that small littles had that problem, but most hotels were foreseen for stuff like that.
“Dad orders room. Want to sleep now,” he said, his accent getting a bit thicker. Lewis surveyed the situation, not willing to let the little sleep on the floor. Coming to a decision, he shoved the bed to the wall, making Maxie stare at him curiously.
“Here, you sleep against the wall, I’ll sleep on your other side,” Lewis said, and Maxie crawled into bed, holding the stuffed bunny close by, and putting the worn-out ear in his mouth, chewing it softly, staring at Lewis.
Lewis took of his socks and pants and got into bed his underwear and shirt, looking at Maxie whose eyes were falling close.
Lewis woke up the morning feeling slightly disoriented, which ended quickly when he saw the sleeping face of Max Verstappen next to him, the stuffed bunny lying forgotten in between him, and Max was lying with his back completely against the wall.
He stared at the driver for a few moments, who started to stir and open his eyes, looking at Lewis.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said, sitting up and suddenly grimacing.
“You don’t have to be,” Lewis said with a smile, “you were actually kind of cute as little,”
Max blushed a little, and shifted awkwardly, making Lewis frown.
“Well, thanks for helping me. And sorry to bother,” Max said, and Lewis got out of bed, waiting until Max moved as well.
“Something wrong?” he asked, and Max blanched a little, before shaking his head rapidly, hugging the blankies closer by, “are you wet?”
“What?” Max asked, but Lewis had taken hum by surprise and pulled the blankets away.
“It’s okay, I can help you change if you want. It’s easier when a caregiver helps, right?” he said, and that’s when the smell hit. Max saw it in his face when he noticed it was dirty diaper instead of just wet.
“I’ll just change myself,” he said, getting up with a blush. “thanks for helping, but I think I can take care of myself now,”
“Well, I you ever need help, you can ask,” Lewis said, and Max just waved him off, already going to the bathroom.
Lewis gave one last look and left the room, wondering if he should talk to someone about the fact that Max was a little without a caregiver or not.