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A large yawn managed to escape his mouth, thankfully covered by his mask. Before he knew it, his eyes were dropping and a warm fog fell over his brain. The sounds all around him dissipated and it all faded into sleep. When Lando woke up, rubbing his eyes, he had a weird taste in the back of his mouth, the type that always accompanied a sleep during the day. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, stifling another yawn.
“Look whose finally up.” Daniel joked, ruffling Lando’s hair a little. Lando just managed an eye roll before his phone lit up with a notification. It was a text message, in fact, it wasn’t the only one that he had received.
Carlos: Lando:
awwww, I forgot how cute you look when you sleep.
you awake yet? they haven’t showed you in a while
cabron?
you’re up
hi.
Hi? That’s all I get.
i’m bored
Meet me in our spot. 5 minutes
Lando didn’t bother responding. Instead, he got up and muttered something to Jon about how he was going for a walk and to text him when he needed to get back. As the rain was still falling heavily and with no sign of stopping, everyone let him go without much fuss. Lando tried to keep his pace normal, but he wanted to run so badly. He managed to escape cameras with practiced ease and by the time he was in the spot, he was positively drenched, despite the umbrella Jon had handed him.
Lando carefully snuck under the staircase leading to the upper levels of one of the motorhomes. Carlos wasn’t there yet, which Lando hated. Usually Carlos was always in their spot before he was, Lando was always slightly late, but not today. Lando shifted around uncomfortable, waiting and waiting for what felt like an eternity, until Carlos finally ducked under the stairs into the dry.
Without a second thought, Lando rushed, barreling into Carlos much too fast. He almost knocked him over, but the Ferrari driver managed to wrap his arms tightly around his boy and keep them upright. It hurt his bruises, but Lando barely even noticed.
“I needed this.” Lando whispered, muffled into Carlos’s shoulder.
“I know. I know baby boy.”
After his crash yesterday, Lando hadn’t been able to get a hug from Carlos. He had just gone back to his hotel room and fallen into a painful and restless sleep. He missed him tremendously, but he also just wanted a hug from the spaniard.
They pulled away, pressing their rain-covered foreheads together. Lando stared deep into the older man’s eyes for just a second before surprising himself and brazenly pressing his lips against his. Carlos pressed a hand against Lando’s back, the other one buried in his curls. As they sunk onto the ground, Lando seamlessly positioned himself onto Carlos’s lap, never once breaking their making out.
Carlos pulled away first and Lando let out a small whine, pawing at his boyfriend. He didn’t want it to stop, ever. Carlos slowly kissed his way up Lando’s neck until he got to his ear.
“I love you baby boy,” he whispered. Lando shivered. “I love you so very much.”
Without much thought, Lando curled up into Carlos, nuzzling his boyfriends neck slightly, muring a muffled “I love you too.” As much as he wanted to say it out loud, out in the open, he hardly could. He was always terrified that someone would hear him, something that Carlos never cared very much about. So he whispered it and cuddled himself as far into Carlos as he could.
They stayed that way, with Carlos’s arm wrapped tight around Lando’s waist, Lando positioning his small body on his boyfriends lap. They stayed with the Spaniards hand running through curly hair, over and over again. They stayed watching the pouring rain, silently and content, until a phone chime broke them out of their peaceful warmth.
“It’s Jon. I have to get back.”
At the same time, Carlos got a text.
“Same.”
They got to their feet and with one last lingering kiss, went back to their respective garages, with the unspoken promise that no matter what, they would see each other that night.