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Carlos should’ve known better than this.
He had known Daniel enough years to know that any plan made by him that involved alcohol and their boyfriends was doomed to end bad for at least one of them, in this case, the four of them.
He considered himself pretty intelligent, but his heart had betrayed his mind on this one.
When Daniel had showed up to his room after the Monaco GP and suggested they go clubbing and take out their boyfriends partying as a celebration that out of the 4 of them, 3 had been on the podium hours before, he had told the Aussie he was gonna talk with Lando about it and get back to him.
He knew Lando didn’t liked parties that much, he knew he preferred if they stayed cuddled up on the hotel bed watching a movie or playing FIFA.
But he also knew Monaco had the best parties and that it was expected of the podium sitters to make an appearance at the party, not required, but highly expected as Silvia hadn’t failed to mention him.
So long story short, Lando agreed to going to the party only because he was more excited about the possibility of Valentino Rossi being there and wanting to celebrate the Spaniard’s second place more than his own result.
This is how they came to be sharing a cab with Max and Daniel, who didn’t ever need much convincing to go to any event that involved loud music and alcohol.
They all had been briefed by their teams on the important people and sponsors that were gonna be at the party, whom they had to greet or at least acknowledge.
“Once I finished shaking hands I’m so getting drunk” Max said as they approached the club
“Don’t think that’s a good idea” Lando replied “How you’re gonna get back to your hotel if you’re drunk?”
“Oh sweet innocent Lando” Daniel laughed as he wrapped an arm around the brit’s shoulders “That’s one of the wonders of being drunk, you don’t know how, but you make it back to your bed… most of the times anyway”
“Aren’t you afraid you’re gonna make a fool out of yourself and end up all over social media?”
“That’s the goal, mate” the Aussie replied exited “If there’s no video or photo, is like the party never existed”
“Hey Lando I dare you to a shots contest” Max said with a teasing smile
“Cmon guys you know Lando doesn’t like to drink… he doesn’t have the same alcohol tolerance to keep up with you guys” Carlos said trying to get them to back down “Believe me, no one has that tolerance, I’ve tried it myself but this Aussie just seems to be able to drink anything and everything”
“Lando if you do this, next race I’ll let you by” the Dutchman proposed. When still Lando didn’t seemed convinced enough he added “I’ll let you by and I won’t try to over take you later on, I promise”
They are racers, the most competitive guys on earth. There was no way Lando was backing out of this now.
He would just have to make sure to take care of Lando and avoid him doing something he might regret when the sun rises again.
That’s why he wasn’t gonna be drinking tonight, well at least not like he normally does, maybe just a beer or two… just to get on the mood but nowhere nearly as much as he needs to be out-of-his-mind-drunk.
The problem was that instead of a couple of beers, he accepted one drink from Kimi that was way to strong to not be at least the mic of 3 different types of alcohol and then Checo had invited everyone a tequila shot, so he was starting to get under the influence.
He was sitting on the couches of the VIP table they had been assigned watching probably the 6th, or wait maybe the 7th shot Max and Lando poured down their throats, both of them already beyond the stage where their inhibitions were gone, so when Max went to the bathroom to take a piss, Lando moved closer to him
“I’m gonna beat Max on his shoty game thing and then in track” he said as he was now practically inches away from kissing his boyfriend
In Carlos’ eyes, the younger one looked so handsome, all happy and drunk, his wild curls wilder than usual and he was a bit sweaty making his shirt stick to his body a bit more tight, he just looked so kissable.
He looked around and nobody seemed to be paying attention to them so he just leant down and kissed him.
It was originally supposed to be a quick kiss but when Lando wrapped his arms around the Spaniard’s neck, it started turning into a bit more needy kiss, which is why Carlos ended up pulling him to sit on top of his lap.
After a few minutes
“Wait a second” Lando pulled away and took his phone out of his jeans pocket “Look I’ve got some texts”
“I gotta find max” he said as he stood up “But could you get me some more of those blue things I was drinking?”
“Why you need to find Max?” There was no way in hell Carlos was letting him drink any more alcohol
“Just because Jon said so” he replied before walking away apparently to find Max. In the mean time, he should probably get some water for Lando to start drinking instead of vodka or whatever blue thing Max was giving him
“Maaaaaaax” he yelled as he approached him
“I was about to cry because I thought I lost you” the Dutchman replied
“He said some little party elf’s could have mistaken you from one of your own and kidnap you” said daniel trying to complement Max’s answer
“I need a favor” the Brit said trying to focus his only still sober neuron on the task Jon had asked him to do “Jon said you posted a story on Instagram”
“Yeah, and?” Max said as he checked it
“He said you can see me and Carlos on the background”
“Let’s see” max said as he rewatched his own story “Mate, was Carlos trying to suck on your face??”
“Shut up Max, you really expect me to believe that the bruises on Daniels neck are from a ‘workout incident’??” He may play dumb sometimes but he’s not “Jon said you need to delete the story because they can’t make out that it’s us exactly but they might”
“So you want me to tag you guys so they know it’s you?” Max asked. Clearly his drunk brain not working as it was supposed to.
Lando is not dumb as he had said before, he’s just slightly drunk. And by slightly he means really drunk.
And his PR manager was always saying he should learn how to tag people on IG and post a bit more to engage with fans, so if the problem was that they couldn’t make out it was them in the story, if Max tagged them, then problem solved, right?
“Yes please” he replied
“Give me one sec” Max said as he passed his glass to Daniel and started typing on his phone “Done”
When he got the ‘@maxverstappen1 has tagged you in a story’ notification his job was done, right?
“Thanks mate” he said happily as he reposted the story “You two actually look so cute I should post a story of you too”
“Omg yes pleaseeee” Max said a bit more exited than he should be about finally outing their 3-year-secret-relationship
“Max, I don’t think it’s a good idea” Daniel said as he was the most sober one
“Please Dan I want everybody to see how cute we are”
“Maxy…”
“Please Dan, I’ll suck your dick later, I promise” he tried with his best puppy eyes
“Well that’s an offer I can’t turn down” the Aussie said as he pulled Max close to his and grabbed his ass to emphasize that this blonde man was his.
When they started kissing each other, Lando snapped a picture of them and then put a black and white filter on top of it before tagging them and posting it.
“Done”
Hours later when the party was about to be done, the four of them stumbled out of the club and started walking the streets of Monaco.
Dan and Max apparently wanted to go to the beach and watch the sunrise while Carlos and Lando where thinking about calling it a night and going to the hotel instead.
“Imma call a one of those cars, the yellow ones that take you places” Lando said as he walked into the middle of the street and started yelling “Yellow carrrr… please take me to the hotel…”
“Carlooooos, if you don’t want your boyfriend to be run over by a car, I suggest you call a Uber and get him into bed” max said as he watch Lando start crying because no yellow car appeared
“I’ve been trying to do that the past couple of hours before you poured a whole tequila bottle onto him” he answered as he finished calling an Uber
“Ups my bad, mate, I told Max that I’ll fuck him later if he did that” the Aussie said with a grin
“I don’t know why I’m friends with you two” Carlos sighted as he started walking towards where Lando was sat in the street “Mi vida, I got us an Uber that will take us to the hotel”
“Is it yellow?”
“Im sure it is” God it better be a yellow Uber or it was gonna be a problem to get Lando into that car “Come with me, let’s go to the sidewalk please”
Lando was about to stand up when his phone got a ‘@danielricciardo has tagged you in a story’ for the second time in the night.
It was a video of him crying for a yellow car in the middle of the street and it read ‘@mclaren you might want to paint that papaya car yellow as he seems to love that color’
Charlotte was gonna be really proud of him for learning how to repost stories, but even more for doing it twice.
A few minutes later when a black Uber appeared, Carlos had been right, Lando wouldn’t get into it, so he was ‘blogging it’
He started recording a story of the four of them
“Hi chat… we’ll I don’t really have a chat here, but you know… I need your help… carlos and I are trying to get to our hotel and he says this is a yellow cab and it obviously is not… so what you guys think??” He added a poll to the story , before recording another one
“We’ll get in this not yellow cab and go to the hotel, but Max and Dan are gonna go to the beach… Dan said something about watching the sunset but I think they’re just gonna end up making out there…” he said as he tuned looking at Max and Dan so they could appear in the story too “Remember guys, no fucking on the beach, you can be arrested and sand gets in places it shouldn’t, believe me… I still had sand on my ass days after Carlos and I did it” he said giggling making Dan laugh and spill his drink out of his nose making Max hit him on the arm as some of it landed on his shoes
“Lando shut up, you’re gonna get us both killed tomorrow morning” Carlos tried to make him stop, only getting a giggle out of his boyfriend
“Well thats it chat, if not Carlos is gonna get moody, so we’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for the P3 celebrations, cheers, love you all, but not as much as I love Carlos, okay?” He finished and posted the last story before Carlos managed to get him into the Uber and safely into the hotel room
To say he felt like the whole grit had ran him over at 300 km/hr was nothing compared to how he was feeling when he woke up.
Add to that the insisting knocking on the door and the sun light entering the room through the blinds that they had accidentally left open, Lando was ready to die. Twice.
“I’m comingggg” he said as he dragged his body to the door and opened it to find a hangover Max in sweatpants, a hoodie, Red Bull cap and sunglasses
“I’m so gonna kill you” Max said as he pushed himself into the room and dragged with him an almost asleep Daniel, that was in boxers and one of his Ric3 hoodies also with sunglasses
As soon as Daniel spotted Carlos still sleeping on the bed, he climbed into it and went right back to sleeping
“Heeeey, that’s my boyfriend… no cuddling with him Daniel” he pouted but being totally ignored by the Aussie who was already in the land of dreams.
“Believe me when I say that everyone knows that’s your boyfriend Lando” said a grumpy Max that was closing the blinds finally stoping the sunlight from burning their eyes and handling him a bottle of Advil’s
“What do you mean with that”
“Oh, Lando, please check your phone” Max said as he dropped on the bed next to Daniel
After a few minutes through which the brit’s face only filled with more horror, he finally asked
“We’re fucked… and not in a good way”
“You think?” Max replied sarcastically
“What are you guys even doing here” Lando finally asked as it seemed like Daniel was already asleep and Max on his way to join him
“I’m hiding from Vicky, she has a key to my room and I’m definitely not looking forward to getting yelled at right now, so we’re hiding here”
“Well Jon has a key to my room too, and Charlotte is not gonna take long in convincing him to have it to her or take it from him”
“I know, and Vicky and Silvia are gonna be with her”
“Then why are you here?” the younger one asked again climbing into the bed too
“Because Vicky called me and said she was coming to my room, so I fled and I had to take this dumbass with me” he said pointing to a snoring Daniel “I’m just gaining as much time as I can before they figure out where we are, so I can sleep and not have a headache”
“I give them an hour, tops” he said as he placed his head in the pillow getting ready to go back to sleep
“You’re being optimistic, they’re gonna be here in 30 minutes” Max sighted as he finally went to sleep
If half of the McLaren, Red Bull and Ferrari PR teams stormed into the room not even 20 minutes later, ready to kill their idiotic hangover drivers, well it was safe enough to say that they will never be allowed to go o a party ever again.