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2. McLaren Garage
The mistletoe above the garage door frame had been catching Lando's attention for a few days, every time he went in the garage he'd hoped he'd be with Carlos so he have every excuse to kiss the Spaniard. It's not like Carlos doesn't already kiss him enough, they kiss all they time, just rarely in public, barely ever in front of the team. He just wants to catch him under the mistletoe, just once.
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Lando was napping in his drivers room when Carlos slipped in, Lando barely even heard the door open, he just cracked open one eye to see his Spaniard boyfriend, trying and failing, to get into the room without waking Lando up.
"I was trying to let you sleep, I see you're tired carino." Carlos said sweetly, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders, earning a tired smile from Lando.
"Eh...it's alright, I was barely sleeping anyway..." Lando sat up slightly, the faintest echo of a migraine ringing through his head. Lando's migraines unfortunately weren't uncommon, but an hour or two in a dark room or a nap normally sorted him out. Carlos was so sweet about them, he cared so much that it genuinely made Lando cry sometimes. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he squinted to the bright lights in his drivers room.
"Do you have a headache, no?" Carlos's tone was suddenly worried as he crouched down in front of Lando. Lando shook his head, trying to smile a little to make it believable, when the mistletoe popped into his head again. Maybe that would take his mind off of his brewing headache and hopefully convince Carlos that he was alright too.
"I should probably be heading back down to the garage by now anyway...I need to go through my FP1 and FP2 data." Carlos frowned at the young Brit, knowing how work always made his head worse.
"Can I come with?" Lando's plan was working perfectly, he smirked to himself and he had to try and hide the smile that was eager to spread all over his face.
"If you want, maybe you can show me some of your data...help me out and that." Carlos nodded valiantly, standing up from his crouching position and offering Lando a hand.
"I'm coming so you don't work yourself too hard carino." Carlos said as he pulled Lando to his feet. Lando couldn't help but blush, knowing that Carlos cared this much about him, god it was almost enough to make his heart swell up inside of him.
"I don't know what I do without you..." Carlos shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Probably end up with a migraine carbon."
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They were inching closer to the mistletoe and when it finally caught Lando's eye he almost skipped a step, suddenly somewhat giddy with excitement.
Carlos didn't notice the sudden change in mood, but he did notice how Lando stopped, tugging on his hand to do the same. Carlos turned around quickly, worriedly, hoping not to see pain written on the young boys face. Instead he saw a look of delight and the brightest grin you could probably find.
"Oh what is that?" Lando said jestingly, slightly looking up. Carlos raised an eyebrow, slowly looking up to find a little twig of mistletoe hung so perfectly, so conveniently above their heads.
"Mistletoe Lando, that's Mistletoe." Lando nodded, giddy like a small kid at Christmas. Carlos did find his heart skipping a beat at such a sight.
"And what do people do under mistletoe Carlos?" Lando questioned, more rhetorically than anything.
"They kiss Lando." Carlos's voice was monotonous, it had no emphasis behind it and Carlos was trying his absolute hardest not to break out into a smile.
"Yes, you git they kiss." Lando huffed out, now pouting, his bottom lip just slightly jutted out. Carlos was fully aware they were in front of pretty much the whole team and neither of them had really noticed yet but the whole garage were just staring at them.
"Well then, British boy what are you waiting for?" Lando stopping pouting, looking up into Carlos's eyes for some sort of consent, quickly receiving a small nod, before standing up on his tippy-toes to press a warm kiss to Carlos's cold lips.
The whole garaged erupted into cheers around them, which felt strange, but Lando kept kissing Carlos nonetheless, the feeling of his lips against Carlos's never getting old.
He reluctantly pushed back from Carlos when he started to get breathless, not wanting to turn into such a mess in front of his whole team, no that would be too embarrassing.
He could see the light pink blush on Carlos's face and he squeezed the normally bold Spaniards hand just to give him a bit of reassurance. Lando knows that Carlos doesn't really like all the public stuff, still a little bit too shy, things are still a little bit new.
"I love you." He mouthed to the taller Spaniard,
"Te amor mi amor." Carlos mouthed back and Lando's heart fluttered.
"Alright boys, let’s get back to work!” Zak called and everyone nodded, the hum of working already taking over the garage again.
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“Is your head actually hurting or was it all just a ploy to get me under the mistletoe?” Carlos asked, barely louder than a whisper, Lando only heard it because he was still practically glued to his boyfriend.
“Excuse me!” Lando said, pretending to be severely offended.
“How dare you think such a thing~” Carlos shook his head, promptly interrupting Lando.
“No, no Lando, I was~” Lando shook his head, allowing himself to smile at his silly Spaniard.
“I’m not actually offended, I’m kidding but my head is actually rather hurting…I’ll need a nap after this if you wanna join?” Lando managed to change the subject perfectly and Carlos smirked.
“Okay…okay, yeah let’s do that cabron.” Lando nodded, finally walking over to his engineer, Carlos in tow.
“So Lando FP1…”
Lando could barely focus on the data, he was just looking forward to cuddling Carlos afterwards.
He’s always looking forward to cuddling Carlos after.
He loves his boyfriend and he loves Christmas, it’s a shame really all the bright lights do no favours for his head.
But he’d achieved something, in despite of everything he’d managed to successfully catch Carlos under the mistletoe and he received a damn good kiss for doing so.
He’s going to make sure Zak puts some up right above his drivers room next year, because at least that means he’ll get a kiss from Carlos every time he walks through the door.
“Hey Lando…” He opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead, trying to sooth the migraine that had made itself more prominent in Lando’s head.
“Let’s go back to your drivers room, you look exhausted.” Lando just nodded, sliding off the stool and burying his face into the warm Spaniards shoulder, deeply inhaling his calming scent of honey and peaches.
He can’t really remember falling asleep, but he must have, because he didn’t wake until morning. Carlos’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Lando hummed to himself.
Oh he could get used to this.