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The next three weeks will be pretty hard for Lando, because with the next three races being in these upcoming weeks here in America, the whole team had decided to stay there and won’t fly home in between the races. But Carlos always made sure, that his friend didn’t even get the chance to get homesick. They did spend every free minute together, the Spaniard even dragged him to his training with Rupert.
While Caco and Lando did some not so exhausting exercises, he just couldn’t resist to look over at Carlos, while his trainer tortured him. To see those muscles of his trained legs flinch by the effort, the same nice play on his bare upper arms and seeing those damn veins sticking out on his lower arms, caused the younger one to drool instantly.
He tried to make it as less obvious as possible, while he watched the older one from the corner of his eyes, because he just couldn’t stop staring. Those damn shorts he was wearing were so damn tight and short. Lando was spellbound to those dark, curly body hair on the inside of his thighs, thinking about the place where the road of soft hairs did disappear in his shorts.
As then also Carlos’ tank top slipped up, while he was lifting weights and he could see a very delicious hint of his flat belly, the perfect formed V between his belly bottom and crotch and the trail of body hair leading inside his shorts, was just too much for Lando to handle any more. He needed a break and definitely something to drink, before he will dehydrate.
Because the Mexican GP wasn’t all too nice to Carlos, the Spaniard was a little frustrated about it and after a session of FIFA in his hotel room in the evening, he fell back into the small sofa and suggested having a drink somewhere outside the hotel.
Lando instantly got all quiet, because he really wasn’t a fan of going clubbing and he also wasn’t a big fan of any alcohol as well. While Caco instantly agreed to his cousin’s suggestion, Lando actually just wanted to join Rupert’s decision to stay here at the hotel and go to bed, when Carlos instantly reached out to take his hand and change his mind while saying with his best puppy eyes he could manage
“No, Lando. You have to come with us. Please, without you, it wouldn’t be that much fun.” And because Lando was never able to deny those eyes anything, especially while he was still holding his hand and because no one had ever said, that without him, it won’t be that much fun, normally it was always the other way around, he finally agreed to it.
But still he didn’t feel comfortable at all at the club. A few drinks finally changed that and in the end he didn’t really care about the crowd any more, as long as Carlos was close. The three of them finally stormed the dance floor and Lando didn’t complain about it at all, that Carlos always danced one time closer to him than his cousin.
Caco probably had a little too many drinks that evening, because he fell asleep on the backseat, the moment Carlos had driven their car out of the parking spot. Even when the Spaniard had been the one, who had suggested going out for some drinks, he only had one bottle of beer, so he was still able to drive them back to the hotel.
Lando himself also felt a little tipsy, but more he actually felt good, almost featherlight, unconcerned and especially in love. Dreamily he watched Carlos on the driver seat next to him, not from the corner of his eyes, no. This time he openly stared shameless at him, it was impossible for the Spaniard to not notice nor see it.
Lando was aware about that the older one was out of his league, but just enjoying his pretty appearance was still allowed, right? And just flirting could also be something pretty nice.
Carlos could feel his eyes digging into his profile, while he drove them safely through the night. He let him stare at him, he did pretend like he hadn’t already noticed so since the very first second, because he knew Lando normally tried to not look at him that obvious, even when he had already caught him doing so pretty often, especially when they had been training the other day or when he had watched him taking an ice bath a few weeks ago, Lando hadn’t been able to take his eyes away from his body any more back then, but Carlos also found it pretty cute from the younger one, that he obviously couldn’t get enough of his appearance and the alcohol inside his veins also let him do so all shameless.
The Spaniard’s eyes were still fixed on the road, when he already began to smirk to himself. The lights of the city were reflecting in his beautiful, dark eyes and best Lando had wanted to crawl onto his lap and snuggle against his trained chest, while he brought them home all safely.
Finally, Carlos couldn’t resist any more, when he just had to look over at the boy on the passenger seat. He looked tired, the light drunkenness was written in his face, but not less his younger friend also looked damn cute, like always. The Spaniard was almost able to see those little hearts in his from the alcohol glassy eyes, while he beamed up at him.
It was time for Lando to get to bed after this long day, he was exhausted and Carlos wanted to bring him into bed as quickly and safely as he could. Because the younger was so incredible adorable, while he was looking up at him like that, the Spaniard peeked over his shoulder at the backseat to check if Caco was still fast asleep, before he couldn’t resist any more to lean over and touch his friend, to reach for his hand and squeeze it lightly.
A tired, but not less adoring smile did spread out on Lando’s lips by the contact, while he still looked at Carlos like the man of his dreams he actually was for him. Gently the older one brushed with his thumb over the young Brit’s hand, before he carefully lifted his arm, so he could breathe a tender kiss onto the back of his fingers in admiration.
They kept on holding hands for the rest of the drive, Lando also couldn’t stop for just one second to take his eyes away from the Spaniard. He was almost sad, when Carlos kissed the back of his hand once more, before they had to let go to get out of the car.
After they had somehow managed it to take drunken Caco into bed, Carlos brought Lando to his hotel room as well, making sure he got there all safely in the middle of the night. Before the young Brit disappeared inside and dreamed about the charming, handsome Spaniard for the rest of the night, Carlos leaned down to place a soft kiss onto his cheek and following whispered against from the kiss lightly wet skin “Thank you for coming with us. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”
Between the Mexican GP and the American, they had a lot of media to do, but they still also found time to play games on Carlos’ PlayStation, hang out and go for dinner together. Their movie night they had switched into one of the conference rooms of the hotel and because their movie night happened to be on Halloween, they watched a horror movie together.
After they had got three mattresses from the hotel stuff, some blankets and also bowls of popcorn and some coke, they made themselves comfortable, even when Lando hated such kind of movies with everything he had.
“I actually don’t like horror movies.” The young Brit had whispered into his friend’s ear and to his surprised Carlos seemed to be kind of happy to hear that because of whatever reason. “Don’t worry, pequeño. I will watch out for you, so no monster can catch you.” He whispered down to him with a wink.
The younger one instantly felt safer and also protected, but still he told himself to best not pay too much attention to the movie, so he won’t get scared or frighten badly. Luckily Lando was sitting between Carlos and the wall, so he could snuggle against the Spaniard’s side without the other two noticing so.
It didn’t last long, till Lando fell asleep all cuddled up as close as possible next to the older one, he wasn’t interested in the movie anyway. This right here was way better anyway. Especially when Carlos reached for his hand under the blanket and squeezed it softly in affection and didn’t let go any more.
Lando had actually expected the movie to already be over, when he slowly woke up from his slumber, the moment Carlos began to move suddenly. Lovingly the older one smiled at him, before he slowly laid down onto his side next to him, so they could look right into each other’s eyes.
Surprised about him doing so and if his friend wasn’t afraid about his cousin’s and trainer’s reaction, Lando looked over Carlos’ shoulder, just to see that the other two had also already fallen asleep as well.
With those beautiful, soft eyes of his, the Spaniard was eyeing his features closely. His sleepy face, the mop of messy curls, his sweet reaction to suddenly have him even closer than he had dared to wish for.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Carlos whispered so close to his face that Lando really asked himself if he was maybe still in the land of dreams or if he was really that reachable for him. Only when the older one squeezed his hand lightly, he got it, that he hadn’t let go the whole time long, while he had been asleep.
“Hey. Thanks for saving me from the monsters.” Lando breathed in return, while he lost himself once again in the beauty of the driver’s eyes. His heart began to flutter inside his chest, when the Spaniard suddenly reached out to frame his face and stroke with his thumb all gently over his warm, soft cheek.
“You are so cute when you are sleeping, pequeño.” Carlos told him with an affectionate smile on his lips. Lando’s whole body began to tingle, when he thought about that the Spaniard had watched him sleep, again. Touched because of the just heard, the younger one leaned into the touch and closed his eyes to remember this moment for whenever he was lonely and needed to feel loved.
Lando’s eyes were lightly glassy, when he looked at Carlos again, being emotional and happy to share this closeness with his friend. Of course, the older one had noticed those tears swimming in his eyes, when he gifted him one of his soft smiles, telling him so how much he did mean to him.
Those tears almost fell over the edge and Lando could feel how his whole body got warm and start to tingle, when Carlos did lead his hand closer to his face and finally kissed the back of his fingers long and tenderly.
Lando thanked him with a smile himself, before he snuggled closer into his side, wrapped his arm around his belly and knotted their legs together. As close as possible they cuddled and didn’t let go for just one second.
Carlos was holding him close against his chest, gently caressed over the length of his back and kissed the top of his head every now and then. Never before the younger one had felt that safe and loved in his life before. No one had ever made it to feel him this way. It was the best feeling ever.
His heart skipped a beat, when Carlos’ strong hand suddenly disappeared under his hoodie, goose bumps broke free the second his fingertips brushed over his bare skin. Lando purred out by the comfortable feeling of skin to skin contact, feeling the warmth of the Spaniard’s hand against his back, while he stroked him all so gently.
Even when he felt all so warm, comfortable and also protected in the Spaniard’s strong arms, Lando still didn’t want to fall asleep again, because he didn’t want to miss just one second of their closeness.
They both could have last like that forever, but unluckily also this moment had an end, when Rupert began to move next to Carlos. The older one looked down at the young Brit’s lightly saddened face, before he kissed his tremble for one last time and winked down at him.
After an eight place at the US grand prix, they got into the plane to Brazil. Actually Lando hadn’t wanted to shout it from the rooftops that on Wednesday was his birthday, his 20. birthday, but somehow Carlos had heard about it, when the young Brit entered his friend’s hotel room on that day and found it decorated with many colourful balloons, two silver ones with the numbers two and zero for his age and on a table in the middle of the room was a birthday cake in the form a milk package and three little presents.
Next to the table were standing Carlos, Caco and Rupert, each with a party head on and singing happy birthday for him. Like always, Carlos’ smile was the widest from the three of them, when they saw the young Brit’s reaction, how his cheeks blushed, but still he was very touched about the effort they had made themselves for his birthday.
“You really didn’t have to do that, I actually haven’t planned to celebrate it at all anyway.” Lando told them, after he had blown out the candles on his birthday cake, the three of them clapped and Carlos had put one of those party heads on his head as well.
Following Lando hugged them in gratefulness, Carlos did hug him the longest of course, while they congratulated him and wished him all the best. “Don’t be silly, you only turn twenty once in your life. So you definitely have to celebrate it, at least a little.” Carlos corrected him lovingly.
“Yeah, you belong to the big boys now.” Rupert agreed, before he did handle over his present. It was a voucher for golf lessons back in the UK, because he still hadn’t got any better in it, even after spending days with the three of them at the golf course.
Caco’s present was following next, some of those crazy socks with those funny stickers on it he used to wear. Now also Lando finally had his lucky, chilli socks for every race. And finally Carlos handled over the present for his friend. It was a book with the title Spanish for dummies.
Lando loved their sweet presents, but even more he adored that they had made this all here for him. Carlos told him that Charlotte had made the delicious cake, after they had got to know about his birthday from Henrik.
After they had eaten a piece of the cake and had clinked glasses with some Champagne, they got downstairs for dinner. Charlotte and Henrik also joined them there and together they had a very nice, enjoyable evening of his twentieth birthday.
Because it was media day the next day and so a pretty stressful day for Carlos and Lando, they ended the evening early after having one drink at the bar. The young Brit actually just wanted to take a quick shower, before he will get to bed, when someone knocked at his door.
Actually he had already expected it to be him, but he was still surprised to see Carlos standing there, hiding something behind his back. “Can I come inside, just for two minutes?” Lando would have also let him inside, if he had planned to stay forever.
The second the door was closed behind them, the Spaniard fished out a little present from behind his back. “Have you really thought that book was my real birthday present for you?” He told him with a wide smirk, while he watched Lando’s surprised reaction.
If the younger one was serious, the book would have been enough for him. He knew Carlos hadn’t meant any harm with it, it was only a joke and he also wasn’t offended about it, but still he was excited about what will be inside that little box.
With big eyes, Lando finally looked at the beautiful black pearl bracelet in his hand and he traced the engraving on the silver part between the pearls. Pequeño. Because the young Brit still looked wordless at the bracelet between his fingers, Carlos finally asked carefully “Don’t you like it?”
Lando came back to life by his worried voice, when his eyes instantly snapped up at his friend’s and he quickly told him to calm down his nerves with “I’m not only liking it, I’m even loving it. Thank you so, so much, Carlos. It’s very beautiful.” To emphasize that he meant the just said all serious, the younger one throw his arms around his friend’s neck and hugged him close.
“I’m happy you like it, pequeño. You are welcome.” The Spaniard whispered so close to his ear, that his breath caused Lando once again goose bumps breaking free over his skin and a warm shiver to run down the length of his back.
In adoration, Carlos watched the young Brit, when he pulled the bracelet over his hand and looked at it from every side. Lando was taken by surprise, when he could suddenly feel Carlos pressing his lips against his cheek, pecking a kiss there, before he wished to him once again “Happy birthday, pequeño.”
When Carlos spotted the bracelet still onto Lando’s wrist the next morning, he smiled over both of his ears, being happy that he obviously really liked his present. He also noticed how the younger one always played absently with the pearls the whole day long. One day he wanted Lando wear that bracelet, only that bracelet for him.
Saturday hadn’t been good to the team at all. Carlos’ car broke during qualifying, meaning that he had to start from the last place at the race tomorrow. Accordingly disappointed and frustrated the older one was for the rest of the day.
By now Lando had already learnt, what his friend needed in such situations. He finally wasn’t afraid any more to say something wrong, like back at the beginning of the season.
Now Lando exactly knew what he needed to say, what Carlos needed to hear, and what he needed to do to cheer him up. His friend promised him that evening before they went to bed, that he will give it his everything, that he will try everything tomorrow, because he had nothing to loose.
Hearing so, Lando felt sick instantly, because he didn’t want the Spaniard to risk his life for a good race result. He wanted Carlos to come back to him all safely again and when the older one noticed his expression and he got it what he had just said and what those words had caused to his friend, he quickly pulled Lando into a tight hug and told him that he hadn’t meant it like that and that he didn’t have to worry about him.
Next day the incredible happened, actually even more than incredible. The race had been intense, at least the last few laps. Lando could remember himself screaming at the monitor in their garage, cheering for Carlos when he was suddenly P4 and maybe had the chance to get onto the podium for the first time.
To make room for his excitement and also tenseness, he jumped around the place while crossing fingers, making so everyone around him even more nervous, especially Caco and Rupert. The young Brit had tears glistening in his eyes, but not because Carlos didn’t make it on the podium, because he ended the race on P4, his best result this year.
While Caco, Rupert and Lando were still cheering and celebrating about the amazing result, rumours already made their ways inside the garage that Lewis, who ended the race on P3, will maybe get a time penalty, meaning that with some luck Carlos could indeed still end up on the podium.
It was on Lando to tell Carlos so and if he was serious, he was a little scared about how he will to take this news. If it were indeed only rumours and they got excited and get up hope for nothing in the end, the Spaniard’s incredible P4 after starting from last on the grid wouldn’t look and also feel that incredible any more, with being disappointed after not ending onto the podium.
But what if Lewis will really get that time penalty? What if the gap was less enough and Carlos will really end up on the podium? Lando didn’t even want to think about it, if it should really be true.
Feeling a little overwhelmed about the whole situation he had to manage now, Lando waited impatiently for Carlos. The young Brit tried to overplay everything with congratulating his friend, telling him how great he had raced today and that it had been a pleasure to watch him doing so.
Only on their way back to his driver room, after they had already recorded his thoughts right after the race, Lando told him about the possibility. Unbelieving the Spaniard looked at him first, not knowing what to think about it. And like he had already expected him to do, Carlos only nodded his head and told him, also Caco and Rupert following them, to not get up hopes too early.
Carlos was tensed, when they went over to the interviews. After Lando had fixed the collar of his race suit, he smiled encouraging at him, but this time the Spaniard could only respond with forming his lips into a thin, thoughtful line.
Lando did feel for his friend, when every interviewer mentioned the possibility and what he thought about it. No one really congratulated him for his succeed, they only talked about maybe getting onto the podium. Lando looked at his watch, if it should really be true and his friend will be allowed to step onto the podium, there wasn’t much time left.
They were just on their way back to their motorhome to get to know if there were maybe already any news, because the ceremony had to start with every second now, when they could already hear the hymns playing from the speakers. Lando flinched together and also Carlos held on for a moment.
That was his chance to get on the podium today and the young Brit felt so sorry about it. He tried to give his friend a comforting smile, before he laid a hand on top of his shoulder and they continued their way, just less fast and urgently now.
But the day seemed to get even more bizarre, when Andreas told them, that the possibility still hadn’t died yet. The stewards were still debating about it, even when Lewis had already got the trophy and the champagne was also already sprayed.
So everything began from new. The waiting, the unknowing, the hope. Somehow Lando wished it would have been already over, hell he would have celebrated that P4 like a win for his friend, but he didn’t want him to get through this once again and maybe get disappointed in the end again. Carlos didn’t deserve that.
The longer the waiting did last, the more tensed the Spaniard became and only Caco, Rupert and Lando were allowed to get close to him any more. “Here, you should drink something.” Lando offered him the bottle of water well-meant.
Wordless, Carlos took it and sipped on it absently, he hadn’t said anything since they had entered the room. Never before he had seen him that tensed, he was even still in his race suit, too nervous to get out of it or to move at all.
After what felt like three eternities, Andreas called for Carlos, telling him that the results were finally there. Everything and everyone was quiet, holding their breaths, when Lando pulled onto his arm to make him standing up from the seat he was nervously shaking since over one hour.
Gently the younger one pushed him out of the room into the tensed silence and best Lando had wanted to reach for his hand. For giving Carlos comfort, but also for himself. And then Andreas finally opened his mouth and said it out loud. Actually he even screamed at the four of them, that it was official now. Carlos was P3.
Everyone around them began to cheer all overjoyed, people were screaming, jumping around and hugged each other. Lando was still standing half behind the Spaniard’s back and clutched onto his arm in nervousness, when his hand did instantly slide down to lace their fingers together for support, the second they found out so.
To his surprise, Carlos didn’t let go off his hand, he kept on holding it, even when Caco and Rupert were hugging him all tightly. While everyone was busy with celebrating and cheering, Lando’s and Carlos’ eyes met for the first time and before he could even really realize it, the Spaniard had stopped holding his hand, instead he framed his face with both of his hands now and pressed his lips against his surprised once for a quick, from emotions filled and leaded kiss.
They were able to look at each other for one brief moment, before people dragged Carlos away from him and left Lando all perplex behind. Still in shock he traced his from the kiss still prickling lips. His fingertips moved over the spot Carlos’ lips had touched his just moments ago.
Lando didn’t know how long he had needed to understand what had just happened, but when he finally did, a smile as bright as the sun did spread out onto his lips and his eyes began to water.
Quickly he tried to keep up with the crowd that was brining Carlos to the podium, to celebrate their own ceremony now. When he had finally caught up with Caco and Rupert, they hugged each other as well and still couldn’t believe it at all.
And then Carlos finally climbed onto the podium and the young Brit couldn’t tell with words how happy and proud he was for his friend, to see him so satisfied and overjoyed, to see him there where he did belong to be so bad.
Everyone from the team should get onto the pic and when Lando got pushed right in front of Carlos, who was shining down at him from his podium, the Spaniard pulled onto his arm. “Come up here. Come up here.” He told him, when their eyes met and first Lando had thought he didn’t mean him with it, because why should he be on the podium right next to him, but Carlos’ eyes were fixed on him and also that gorgeous smile was once again only meant for him.
To do his friend a favour, he climbed up right next to his side, someone even placed the from Lewis already emptied P3 champagne bottle into his hands. He felt Carlos’ arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer, before they all smiled like never before in their lives into the camera.
Lando still hadn’t been able to congratulate his friend, also not this time, when the older one had already got dragged away from him again before he could do so. But he was sure to find a moment to still do so later, after the whole excitement had settled a little. Right now Carlos should enjoy the attention he got from every side, he deserved it so much, like no one else.
After Lando had accompanied him from one interview to the other, his job was done for the day, while Carlos was talking with his engineers. The day had been long and pretty exhausting, he just wanted to take a shower and finally get into bed. He had just changed into his pyjama, when someone knocked at his door.
Actually he had expected Carlos to celebrate at the moment, be on the after race party and celebrate his P3, but instead he stood there in his door frame, looking down at him like he couldn’t believe he was already in his pyjama and ready for going to bed.
“Carlos, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the after race party? I bet everyone is waiting for you there.” Lando asked him perplex, because results like this had to be celebrated. His friend’s answer surprised him, when the Spaniard meant “How could I celebrate anything without you?”
The young Brit really didn’t want to disappoint his friend, but he just wanted to tell him that he would prefer it to stay here and that he probably won’t even miss him at the party, because he wouldn’t be so much fun anyway, when Carlos was quicker and tried to change his mind with
“I know you are tired, that you don’t like to go to such places and that you miss your family, but it would mean so much to me, if you would come with me and to at least clink glasses with me together. Please, Lando. This is also your achievement, you helped me as well to get there.”
And like all the other times before, Lando just couldn’t say no to these begging, puppy eyes and finally agreed to it. Instantly Carlos began to shine and the happiness was written in his face. “Great, I will pick you up in five minutes.”
Carlos had been right, he really didn’t like such places at all, but like back in Mexico, Lando slowly but sure began to enjoy celebrating here together with Carlos, Caco, Rupert and so many others of their team. They had a lot of fun with singing smooth operator through the microphone, so the whole club could hear it, go dancing together and celebrating the Spaniard.
The only-clinking-glasses turned out into way more in the end. Lando had already lost count about how many drinks he already had, also Carlos seemed already lightly drunk as well. Some time already way over midnight, the Spaniard suddenly stood right next to him and because no one was near to hear them, he told him
“I’m sorry for the kiss earlier. You know, it was in the heat of the moment, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Lando could tell that his friend really meant the just said honestly, but something else also told him, that he would also do it again any time he will get the chance to.
He didn’t know what finally caused him to say the following, maybe it was the alcohol inside his veins, maybe it was today’s achievement, or maybe it was the heat of the moment once again, when the young Brit told his friend, before he bit down all insecure onto his bottom lip “I’m not sorry for the kiss. I liked it.”
Carlos’ drunken brain needed some moments to understand the just heard, before his expression changed into shocked and surprised and he looked down at the younger one with big eyes. Scared about his reaction, Lando nibbled nervously onto his bottom lip, but his worries quickly faded away, when the Spaniard first looked down at his lips, wishing to be the one sucking them at the moment, before his eyes snapped up right at his again and his lips formed a knowing smirk.
“Come with me. I want to show you something.” Carlos let him know, before he already took his hand and leaded him outside the club and behind the building, where they were all alone. He made Lando lean against the wall, while the Spaniard placed his left hand against the wall next to his head and caressed with his other over his side.
“I still haven’t congratulated you for your podium.” Lando breathed, their faces were suddenly so close to each other. “You already have, pequeño. You let me kiss you.” Carlos whispered, his breath was tickling his nose and the Spaniard’s usual so soft looking eyes had turned endless dark from one second to the other.
If Lando wouldn’t know, that he was all safe as long as he was close to the Spaniard, he would have got scared, but instead he studied those eyes all closely and begged wordless for him to finally close the gap between their lips again. There had always been that tension between them.
He could already almost feel his lips on his own, the tip of their noses were already brushing gently against each other, when Carlos’ eyes alternately flicked between his friend’s beautiful eyes and soft lips. “You know we actually shouldn’t do this, right?”
Lando nodded agreeing his head, but it still didn’t hold him up from getting even closer, also when he was totally aware about that the Spaniard was right. Maybe because of that knowledge he got closer.
“We actually aren’t allowed to do this here. I’m a F1 driver and you are my PR, it’s not what they want to see from us.” For one brief moment, the young Brit got scared that Carlos could pull away, that he had changed his mind, but then his eyes were suddenly on fire, when he told him all determined
“But I don’t give a damn any more about what we are allowed to do. I want to kiss you since the very first day, I want to make you mine since I have seen you standing there all insecure in that corner. I want you and no one can hold me up from getting you any more now.”
And in the next moment their lips finally crashed together, after waiting so longingly for it. They kissed hungrily, not being able to get enough from each other, while Lando crossed his arms behind his friend’s neck to pull him even deeper into the kiss, while Carlos pressed him close against his body, not willing to ever let him go again.
Both of their lips were already shiny, red and swollen, their middles felt hot, needy and ready, when Carlos took the younger one’s hand and together they ran through the night to finally make their bodies once.
They ended up in the Spaniard’s room, because it was closer than Lando’s and they just didn’t want to waste any more time. Within seconds their bodies were freed from their clothes and the young Brit could finally roam his fingertips over the older one’s hard trained muscles and admire the nudity of his body. Also Carlos couldn’t take his eyes and hands away from his bare skin any more, when he carried him over into bed.
It wasn’t Lando’s first time, but it was the first time to expose himself like that at the first time with someone. It was just what Carlos made him feel, safe, comfortable and strong, that made him do so. He was on top, something he had never done before, sliding up and down his friend’s erection and not feeling one bit ashamed about it, while he took himself what he needed.
Lando let him see everything, not trying to hide anything or feeling stupid about how badly he needed him like that since months. With his hands supporting himself next to Carlos’ legs and his feet right next to his shoulders, he moved his hips the most pleasurable way, letting his head fall back into his neck and moaning the soul out of his body.
The Spaniard supported all firmly his waist with one hand, while stroked with his other up and down his length, earning pre-cum leaking out from the head of his dick for his effort. When Lando’s arms and legs finally gave in, when they were already shaking too much, Carlos straightened himself and pulled the younger one against his chest.
Finally, he could hold onto those damn broad shoulders, while he slipped up to the tip, almost causing the older one to slide out of his hole, before sitting down all the way to his dick’s base once again. Carlos met him halfway with trusting upwards and keeping him in place by his hips.
It was like a firework did explore inside his body, when Lando clutched onto the Spaniard’s dark mane, after he had hit his prostate for once too often and he cried out in pleasure and relief. To see him come like that also sent Carlos over the edge, when he came buried deep inside the younger one and finally marked him as his.
After the whole tension had left his body, Lando fell forward into the older one’s arms in exhaustion. Carlos easily caught him and held him closer, while he stroked through his messy curls and caressed over his sweaty back to keep him warm. All satisfied the younger one buried his nose into the curve of the Spaniard to take in his scent and the smell of sex lingering on his skin.
It was such an intimate moment between the two of them, so much trust, admiration and affection was involved on both sides. Tears began to prickle in Lando’s eyes, because all those feelings rushing through his body at the moment suddenly became too much for him to handle any more. He was right where he had always wanted to be.
Softly Carlos placed little kisses onto his hairline, while he was holding him close and tried to keep him warm. Their bodies were once, with Lando still having crossed his legs around his friend’s waist and his arms wrapped around his neck, like his life did depend on it.
They were embracing like that a half, beautiful eternity, until the Spaniard could feel himself swell again deep inside the younger one, causing so to ooze the last of his cum out of Lando’s hole. Of course, he felt the rising hardness inside himself as well, he could feel how his own middle got interested once again, when he gently rocked back and forth for some friction.
But after satisfying their needs and longings over the past months, Carlos decided that Lando did deserve something better now, something deeper and more meaningful than just having sex. Gently he laid the younger one onto the mattress, holding his head carefully during the process, before he leaned over him and they made pure love.
The little stuffed meerkat, Lando had gifted Carlos to his birthday and had given the Spaniard so much luck for the race today, was sitting right next to them on the mattress, watching them getting united. And when the Spaniard lifted his friend’s hand, so he could press tender kisses against his wrist, he noticed that one of his other dreams had also come true as well, when he noticed that Lando was only laying with his bracelet dressed underneath him.
It had been Lando’s best dream ever, goose bumps still broke free over his arms and he even smiled to himself in his sleep, when he thought about how real that dream had felt. He could still feel Carlos’ fingertips stroking over his bare skin, through his messy curls and over his from the sleep still warm and reddened cheek, while he laid on his belly and hugged the pillow underneath him.
He could also still feel his beautiful eyes lingering on him, digging right into his soul and making him feel all warm and loved. From far away Lando could hear some kind of knocking noise disturbing his sleep, before he could feel something moving on the mattress next to him and hear someone searched for something on the floor, before quickly getting into what did sound like pants or at least boxers, which caused him to slowly but sure wake up, when his eyes carefully fluttered opened.
The voice that came to his ears did sound familiar, but he needed some moments to get to know to whom the voice did belong to, also to realize where he were and who had opened to door and now talked to the other man.
“You were suddenly gone yesterday. We couldn’t find you any more.” It was Caco who had knocked at the door, but before that other one, who had answered the door, could answer, the Spaniard went on with “Are those Lando’s shoes?”
The young Brit pressed his eyes closed and tried to hide himself under the duvet, because it did sound like he was in someone’s bed he actually shouldn’t be. And then he suddenly remembered about everything again, about every little detail when another familiar voice filled the silence, the same voice that had whispered those sweet Spanish words into his ear last night, while he had made him feel things no one had ever managed to do before.
“Ehm, yeah. Lando suddenly wasn’t feeling good, so we got back to the hotel and I let him sleep here to make sure he was alright.” Carlos explained to his cousin and Lando was surprised about how convinced his voice did sound, even when he exactly knew it was a big lie.
But Caco seemed to be satisfied with the explanation, so he said in a lower voice to not woke up the obvious still asleep boy in the bed over there, that he had just wanted to check on him and that he should better also catch some more hours of sleep, before they will travel home in the late afternoon.
Best Lando wanted Carlos to follow his cousin and let him alone here, so he could stay for the rest of his life hidden inside this bed like that, feeling so ashamed and stupid after last night that he could already feel tears burning in his eyes.
The Spaniard probably just wanted to lay down right next to the younger one again, when he noticed that he had moved, did hide himself under the duvet now and that his body was lightly shaking underneath it. “Lando?” He asked softly, before he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Are you good, pequeño?” He reached out to what he assumed was his shoulder, which caused his small body to stop trembling and he murmured something under the duvet Carlos couldn’t understand. “Are you maybe feeling sick?”
Because there was no point any more, he just couldn’t hide under the duvet for the rest of his life, even when he had wanted to do so so badly, Lando pulled the duvet away and slowly set up. The second Carlos had seen his expression, his blushed cheeks, but especially his glassy eyes, he knew that his friend wasn’t feeling the same way about last night like he did.
Lando did really look kind of sick and the Spaniard could also tell, that he wanted to get away from here, from this situation as fast as possible, but he was trapped with being still naked under the duvet. And because Carlos just couldn’t see him like that, he had pity and handled over his boxers to him.
The young Brit took them all grateful with a node, before he quickly wiggled into them underneath the duvet. Carlos eyed him closely the whole time, because he didn’t want him to go. He watched how Lando closed his eyes, before he breathed deep through once again and finally told him with a small, tortured voice “I will better go now. I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake and my fault.”
Lando was aware about that he had risked everything with that one night and almost he had destroyed both of their lives with it. He had failed, he had ended up with the man he actually worked for in bed.
He just wasn’t even close enough to be professional, even when he had already started to like, even enjoy his new job by now, he really couldn’t continue it next year, he just couldn’t be Carlos’ press officer again for next year after what had happened between them last night.
How should he manage it to ever look into Carlos’ eyes again after everything? He couldn’t even look at him right now, not even mention the last race in two weeks. He felt so incredible stupid to have risked his friend’s carrier, his own life wasn’t even that important for him. His family and friends knew about his sexuality and no one else would be interested in that fact anyway, in contrast to the Spaniard. It would have ruined everything for him, just because he couldn’t keep it together.
But before those tears waving in his eyes could fall over the edge, he could crawl out of bed and sneak all ashamed out of the Spaniard’s room, Carlos suddenly held him back by his wrist and even when Lando had thought he couldn’t look him into his eyes any more, they still met and once again he just couldn’t look away any more, even if he had wanted.
“I’m sorry you are feeling this way, but I just wanted to let you know that last night wasn’t a mistake for me. I like you, Lando. I do really like you a lot. I have thought that this was maybe the beginning of something.. beautiful.” The Spaniard whispered all slowly and carefully, so the younger one was able to understand every word, but still he couldn’t believe nor understand the meaning from the words he had just heard.
“But.. what about the others?” Carlos seemed surprised about that Lando did even worried about what people might could think about them. “I don’t give a damn about what others will say or think about us. I’m not afraid about it. We live in the 21st century, we are all allowed to be with the one we care for the most and if they can’t deal with it, it’s their problem and not ours. I really don’t worry about them. All I think about is you, pequeño. All I want is you. What do you think about it?”
Still shocked Lando blinked at his older friend, he had always known that he had a strong personality, but he would really get through all that just for someone like him? For someone who actually accidentally became his press officer of pure destiny. He couldn’t believe it, he just couldn’t.
“I.. I also like you, even a lot, but..” Lando stammered unsure, he had never thought he would get into the situation that a F1 driver would ask him to be his boyfriend. But compassionate as always, Carlos reached forward to brush that single curl out of his face, before he told him reassuring “It’s okay, pequeño. You don’t have to decide it right now. Why don’t we just leave things their ways and see what happens. What do you think about it?”
Agreeing Lando nodded his head, while he smiled for the first time that morning and made Carlos so all happy as well, before he added “And what do you think about the idea to go and take a shower together now, before I will order some breakfast and later we go back to sleep a little more?” Once again, the young Brit could only wildly nod his head in agreement, liking the idea more than he could tell him at the moment.
Almost two weeks had already passed since their first shared night together. After Brazil, Carlos had flown back home to Spain. They hadn’t seen each other for almost one whole week, but not even one hour passed by without them sending little messages to each other.
When the Spaniard was finally back in the UK again, they met for lunch, before spending the afternoon at Lando’s place, cuddling in front of the TV. But as soon as they entered the MTC the next morning, they were all professional again. Just Carlos and Lando and not the slowly blossoming couple.
Also when it was finally time for them to get to Abu Dhabi for the last race, they acted like nothing had ever happened to them, even when they were holding hands under the blanket laying over their laps in the plane.
Even though Carlos slipped inside Lando’s room every evening and they spend the nights together, nothing had happened between them since Brazil. They had already taken it fast back then, pretty fast even, so there was no need to go on with that speed as long as Lando was still undecided.
And he actually really still was, if it would be a good decision, for both of them, to become a couple. Lando would be the boyfriend of a F1 driver and he really wasn’t sure about if he was ready for that. When he let the fact behind that a F1 driver was gay or in Carlos’ case bi, which would cause already enough trouble anyway, he will have to deal with that it won’t be an easy relationship, at least compared to the ones he was used to.
He also didn’t want to be the reason, why Carlos will have it even harder to follow his dream to become a F1 champion one day, because of their relationship and the world knowing that he wasn’t straight. Yeah, he was right, they were all living in the 21st century, but Lando had experienced it first-hand that some people still couldn’t deal with it and when it often wasn’t that easy for Lando back then, he didn’t even want to think about what his friend will have to get through then, with being a public figure.
All these points of his list were written by his head, but then his heart always remembered him about how Carlos makes him feel all the time. Like they were able to fight them all, to be just the two of them against the whole world and they would win the fight together.
Never before Lando had such deep and strong feelings for someone in his life and he had also never felt so accepted, comfortable, respected, loved and safe before. The afternoon the two of them had spent at his place, the young Brit had wanted to know from him, why he, Carlos Sainz a very handsome looking Spanish F1 driver, was crazy after him, a nobody with complexes, anxiously and also being kind of broken.
Carlos had simply reached out then to wrap his so much bigger looking hand around his, before he told him all honestly “That’s why, pequeño. You are different from all the others, you are just you, the best version of yourself and in my eyes perfect the way you are. I’m so done with all these perfect people trying to give me fake smiles and promises they don’t even think about keeping. I know that in contrast to all these people, you mean it serious, you are always honest to me and that your feelings aren’t only an act, so you can use me. I have never met someone like you in my life before, Lando, and I also already know it right now, that I won’t ever meet someone like ever again. You are someone very, very special to me, so incredible love- and adorable. Please, don’t ever forget that, no matter how you will decide.”
The Spaniard didn’t need to think about it. Since the very first moment, back then when he had woken up right next to Lando, seeing him sleeping like a god-damn angel inside that white duvet, like he was floating on a cloud, he had known it. He would give up everything for him. If Lando would really want the same as he did, if he really also wanted it all, then they would make right, with coming out and being an official couple, because he was tired of hiding. He finally wanted peace with himself, just be happy like everyone else and to have someone he could trust fully. And he also wanted to show the whole world how happy the boy managed to make him feel.
But still, Lando had been undecided, until the race. Actually even the very last lap, when not even in one of the last corners. It was a very important race for Carlos. If he wanted to end on the sixth place in the championship and with that also his best result ever after a whole season, he needed to have a good race.
Qualifying didn’t succeed like they had all wished for, for Carlos to have a better starting position than P9, but still it was the place the Spaniard will have to work from the next day. Lando had encouraged him that Saturday evening, telling him that he did believe in him and that he will manage it to bring the great result and so also P6 home tomorrow.
The young Brit really believed in his friend, but he still couldn’t believe what he had to watch, when Carlos battled with Nico in the last lap for P10, for the one necessary point he needed and would mean for him to have succeeded the impossible, when he thought back to the beginning of this season.
Lando was holding his breath from excitement, he has crossed his fingers as hard as he could and all nervously he was shaking the whole time long, while his eyes were fixed on the monitor in the garage. He probably cheered for Carlos the loudest, which wasn’t that easy with Caco and Rupert right next to him.
His heart stopped to beat completely, when Carlos and Nico drove together into the same corner, knowing that this will be the Spaniard’s last chance to get that one, essential point. Either everything or nothing at that moment.
He made it, he really made it. Lando couldn’t believe it, when he screamed from the volume of his lungs because of the happiness and relief rushing through his body. Lando joined Caco and Rupert jumping all excited around, before they hugged each other tightly because of their friend’s success.
The young Brit just couldn’t wait for Carlos to be already back, so he could congratulate him from the bottom of his heart and when he finally saw him coming out there of the building, he just knew it. He had made his decision right at that moment.
Lando instinctively speeded up his steps, at the end he was even running at Carlos, before he literally jumped into his arms, so the Spaniard had to let fall everything he was carrying in his hands to catch the boy crashing into his arms and crossing his legs at his lower back, before he locked their lips together for a stormy and tight kiss.
“For what was that for, pequeño?” Carlos asked all breathless after that explosion of a kiss, being still all surprised about that welcome. “For making it. I’m so happy for you and also so proud.” The older one beamed up at him, still balancing the curve of his ass cheeks in his palms.
“But why are you crying then?” The Spaniard wanted to know with a smile on his lips, even when he already exactly knew why. “Because I have made my decision. I want to be with you, and best forever.” Even when silent tears were still rushing down his face, the couple smiled at each other, before their lips melted into once for another kiss to seal their decision.
Since that day on, the two of them were an official couple. They just had to with kissing right in front of Caco, Rupert, all the other F1 drivers and everyone else being close enough to see Lando in Carlos’ arms and kissing him all emotional.
Photos of the two of them embraced like that were on the internet within seconds and so also Carlos’ family didn’t only found out about him being bi, but also that he was obviously together with his press officer.
Later Lando apologized by his boyfriend’s family about that they had to find out about it this way, but they had never been mad at him for it, the total contrary even, they were happy for them and even supported them wherever they could. Carlos himself was relieved about that everyone found out about what was going on with those pics, so they didn’t have to make their relationship into a big secret.
Sure it wasn’t easy, the beginning was filed with a lot of questions they needed to answer, all those stupid interviews the Spaniard mostly had to get through on his own and of course also all those looks they had earned, the whispers they had heard whenever they had passed by a small group.
But they have made it together and with time also this news will settle. People had to get used to them being together, if they wanted or not. Luckily their families and friends were on their sides, also Carlos’ who hadn’t known anything about his sexuality until that day.
The couple had spent a few days together in the UK, before Carlos flew back home for the holidays. The next time they have seen each other, two days before New Year’s Eve, the Spaniard told him about what had happened since the last time they had seen each other. Not the things they have already told each other on the phone every evening, it was something he hadn’t wanted to talk about over the phone.
Carlos told him about his offer from Ferrari. Lando instantly got it what that would mean, what this would mean to their still so new relationship. Their fairy tale would already be over again, before it had even started. And for one brief moment Lando hated himself for risking it all and taking everything on just one card, but then Carlos went on telling him news he wasn’t ready for, nor he had expected at all.
“I have told them, that I will only sign the contract, if you will be my PR at Ferrari as well.” To emphasize how serious he meant the just said, Carlos reached out for his hand to squeeze it lightly, before he went on “I need you, Lando. Either with you together or not at all.”
Totally in shock the young Brit only stared at his boyfriend, not believing that he had really said that to a team like Ferrari, that he really wanted him to stay right next to his side and that he will only sign if they will not only take him but Lando as well. And now the older one was even waiting for his answer, for his decision, it was all to Lando how Carlos’ future will turn out. It was all on him.
Because he was so touched about this all to hear, tears began to burn instantly in his eyes and his bottom lip was shaking, when he told Carlos all honestly “I will go wherever you will go. I’m with you.” Maybe also the Spaniard’s eyes got a little glassy, when they hugged tightly after the decision was made.
“I love you so much, pequeño.” Carlos had whispered into his hairline for the first time and just then Lando got it that this right here wasn’t the end of their fairy tale, actually only their first chapter together was over and there were still so many more to come. It was just the begging.
“I also love you, Carlos. So much, my future Ferrari driver.” He could feel the Spaniard smile against his hairline for that comment, before he pulled him even closer against his chest.
The time between New Year and the first race in Australia, they spent alternately in the UK and also in Spain. Whenever they both needed to work at the MTC, they stayed in Woking either at Lando’s or at Carlos’ place, but always together. Lando’s family also finally got to know the older one as his official boyfriend.
Whenever they had a few days off, they travelled to Spain to spend some quiet days at Carlos’ place, they also visited his family and Lando finally also got to know the Spaniard’s friends as well.
Everything had been good, more than just good for the two of them. The contract with Ferrari was already signed for weeks, McLaren was more than just supporting Carlos in his decision, the two of them were still over the moon happy to have found each other and the new season will start pretty soon.
They were already in Australia, before the unstoppable happened with the virus being under all of them since a while. Not only the race in Australia got cancelled, but also the next races until the summer.
The couple decided to fly back to Spain, where they did spend the next few weeks in quarantine. When things got even worse, Lando flew with a heavy heart alone back to the UK, his boyfriend stayed behind.
The young Brit wanted to finally get home again after being away from his family since over one month. Of course, Carlos understood that and like he was able to understand his decision, Lando also understood that his boyfriend wanted to be by his family in times like these.
So they got separated, even longer than they had first suspected. Almost two months passed, since they were finally able to see each other again. But it was like back at their first day, when Lando picked up his boyfriend from the private airport and jumped into his arms with tears rushing down his face, after missing him so much for such a long time.
Together they prepared for the new season, which will be even harder and more difficult than a normal season already was. It wouldn’t be easy, for no one, but at least they still had each other.
The season was shaped with highs and lows. With Carlos managing it to get P3 in qualifying at the Styrian GP, just to sadly end the race on P9 in the end. Like the year before, the beginning was once again pretty hard for the Spaniard with more lows than ups.
Lando was so feeling bad for his boyfriend, when he had to watch how he had to get with a tire damage in the garage of the Great Britain GP a few laps before he would have made his best result so far this season.
His luck finally seemed to come back, at least for one single race, at his home GP. Carlos deserved that P6 so much, Lando had wanted to hug the whole world, but especially the older one, when he finally jumped out of his car all relieved himself.
Like last year, Spa wasn’t good to him again, he wasn’t even able to start to the race, about which Lando was actually a little relieved, when he thought back about what had happened here the last time. It was a complicated time indeed, very stressful and exhausting with so many races in such a short time.
But the whole effort finally paid off, when Lando watched with tears falling over the edge of his eyes, how his boyfriend stood up there on the podium of Monza with ending the race on P2. It was a moment both of them will never forget, while Lando looked up all worshipful at the older one, who smiled down at him from the podium with a smile a mile wide.
After the highs of the first Italian race, Lando was sick with worries, when he had to watch with sheer horror that accident after the safety car in Muggelo. Only when he was able to see Carlos climbing out of his car, the young Brit finally began to breathe again and he already made himself on the way to pick up his boyfriend and see with his own eyes that he was indeed alright and overall that he had really managed it to come back to him again.
Since that weekend, they seemed to be followed by bad luck, because a long period of time with disappointing races followed again, with the height about what happened at the Russian GP. Only Lando was allowed to be right next to his boyfriend after he had come back and had best wanted to punch himself for being so stupid.
But luckily this should be the last DNF and pointless race for the older one for this season. Lando was screaming like he never had before, they could even hear him doing so in the next three garages, when Carlos did lead the Portuguese GP, even when it was only for a few laps.
And never before, also not after what had happened in Italy a few weeks ago, the younger one had been so relieved to get his boyfriend back, after what had happened at the Bahrain GP. It was horrible to see those flames and not knowing for endless moments which car was involved in the accident nor what had exactly happened.
Of course, Lando didn’t wish something like that to anyone, but he was holding his breath and tears were already watering his eyes, while he did pray for it to not be his boyfriend, till he finally got told it really wasn’t his Carlos, who had crashed into the barrier. But he only believed so, when the Spaniard finally jumped out of his car at the end of the race.
Rupert and Caco had told Lando to not get over to him during the red flag, even when they both exactly knew how bad he had wanted to do so, but Lando did understand. Carlos should give his whole attention and focus to the race, he shouldn’t worry about him and get so distracted from his concentration.
Lando wouldn’t have been able to deal with it, if something had happened to his boyfriend because of him. But still, he hugged him even tighter and longer than usual after a race that day.
And after two more very successful races, Carlos had really made it to secure P6 in the driver championship like last season. Sure, they all thought about what place he might have got, if there wouldn’t have been so many problems or bad luck through the season, but it was like it was and Lando was still so incredible proud of his boyfriend.
The next two weeks they did spend in Spain to calm down after the whole excitement, also after the pretty emotional farewell from McLaren. They did spend Christmas together by Lando’s family and got back to Carlos’ family over New Year’s Eve.
Already back in November, Lando had sold his boyfriend’s flat in Woking, because whenever they will be in the UK in the future, they will stay at Lando’s place, what they had actually already done so all the time anyway. At the same time the young Brit found a flat for them in Italy, close to the Ferrari factory, where they did spend a lot of time since the middle of January.
It was a nice early spring afternoon in Maranello, the couple had a day off and just came home from a stroll through the park, when Lando leaned over the railing of their balcony and looked dreamily into the distance.
Thinking back about to where his journey had begun over two and a half years ago with a smile on his lips. Back to when he had so much doubts about his new job, he first didn’t even want to accept. But his family had been right all the time, it was a chance for him. And even what a big chance it had turned for him to be.
Lando had developed over those last months, he wasn’t the same any more, but that was alright. More than just alright. His life was good, for the first time he felt satisfied with himself and what he had achieved, he had arrived at his destiny.
Speaking of his destiny, like he was able to hear his thoughts, Carlos came outside on their balcony as well, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s belly and rested his chin gently on top of his shoulder, following his gaze into the distance.
Lando enjoyed their closeness and the peace from the moment, when he closed his eyes for a brief moment and inhaled the clear, fresh spring air, before he exhaled long, his eyes fluttered open again and he leaned against the Spaniard’s head.
Soon the new season will start, soon a new chapter of their story will begin, but no matter where their way will lead them, as long as the two of them will be together, it will be good in the end.
Yeah, they had all been right, agreeing to that job had been the best decision of his life, and like Carlos was once again able to read his mind, he placed a soft kiss onto his cheek in agreement.