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It all started with a joke.
"Hey, did you heard what everyone is saying about us? That we are the most handsome driver pairing in f1 history." Carlos said with a teasing smile that only handsome men that know theyre handsome men know, while he was scrolling through his phone, sitting in that red couch, in the free time they found when working together .
Charles giggled in return while he was in a distance from him, "come on, lets focus on the performance on the car for now, carlos, please!"
"No i was just saying, cabron, i think it might give us a boost, you know? in our confidence, and even better our ~performance~"
"you just love yourself too much dont you?" Charles said shaking his head lightly.
"Ehm... ok, now ill be serious. But its quite funny, i guess. i still feel flustered by it, actually, when the girls call me guapo out loud sometimes... i just try to get used to it joking, you know".
"I mean, theyre not lying. Youre indeed a very handsome, aaah- how do you say it? Cabron. A very handsome cabron, i'll give you that."
"Ok connoisseur of beauty, gracias for the compliment even though you just called me a bastardo"
"I cant make you get used to much to it, mate.-"
"Maaate! What are these people on?" Carlos said with a cackle in his throat.
"Ok, now you got me curious, bastardo, let me see what are you-"
"~he looks at him like he wanna kiss him so bad~" carlos said mocking in a over sweet toned voice.
"Oooh my god, these people are really going crazy nowadays" Charles commented between their shared laughter.
"Look at this one: 'i want someone to look at me like he is looking at Charlie's lips' -now where am i even look-"
"To be fair, it really looks like it, Carlos, sorry" he let escape a shy laugh.
"Shut the fuck"
"You have to look at the picture, carlos... try to understand their narrative, its very simple, come on"
Charles zoomed in the picture and showed carlo's eyes darting in the direction of his lips.
"Eh, cabron, now that looked really weird, to be fair" he grimaced. They looked into each other and there was a awkward silence until they broke into laughter again.
"Look, we have this effect on people apparently... cause we are so handsome, these weirdos just want us to start making out in front of the camera! I guess its something in their brain chemicals" Carlos said moving his fingers like trying to explain a magic trick.
"Oh mate, come on, get off of it now, this is too much junk for today" charles said with his breath apparently catching up now after laughing so much.
"Yeah, i think its enough, carlos closed the instagram app and put the phone in his pocket."
The awkward silence fell again.
Charles, desperate to break the unconfortableness, tried to start a conversation: "but like, imagine if there were actually, you know, gay-uh-lgbt people and they have to live a life like this, with people analyzing every move they make, in formula 1 in all places-"
"Yeah, you're right... like, we live in a such microscopic world already, and then having people to judge you because of, you know, something that is not even related to the job, like- yeah that must be though" Carlos complemented, now the conversation got into a more serious tone.
"I mean, that sucks. I heard about that guy called Adrian Sutil, and its not that i care, but i mean, we have no idea where he is now- i mean, good for him i guess- but its... i dont know how to explain but maybe its like these people dont even show themselves that much like we do you know?"
Carlos nods while listening and looking at what charles has to say intently as he speaks.
"Like, we and lando, we just go around kicking, punching ouselves in the groins all the time because we dont have to worry about it, you know?" Charles continued.
Carlos says now back to his joking tone: "Ah, this motherfucker is obsessed with my bal-"
Charles interrupts with his high pitched laughter as he squeezes carlos shoulders in his hand.
"No, but now im being serious: did you see how we went from joking, to then talking seriously, then we are just joking again?" Carlos said, self aware, like he just witnessed something he didnt before.
"yeah?"
"See, this is the ~chemistry~ Silvia keeps talking to us about... Cause we get along so good together and naturally... i think people just start to get, you know, hooked up on us! And... crazy, and to see we make out" He said very proud of himself and of charles while he gave some light pats on Charles back.
"Yeah... thats... true, carlos, thats true!" He said just realizing how actually good his relationship with his teammate was. "And ii meeann, we would make indeed a veryy- handsome couple!" Charles giggled as he always did when he feels like he just said something silly.
"But its true! You are a handsome fella. I mean i feel weird praising myself like this, but i am a handsome fella... we together, we would just be two handsome fellas, you know, its math" he said using his hands again, like someone enthusiastically explaining math.
"See, this is why i dont compliment you." Charles said with an harmless teasing smile. "But you ~are~ handsome, mate. If i was a girl- i'd problably try something with you, actually- not to sound weird or any-"
"Nah, dont worry, mate." Carlos gave a strong pat on charles back. "This is completely fine actually, i mean i think its nice that we dont have this uh, awkwardness, between each other, cause its very silly if we stop to think about it." Charles nodded agreeing. "And if i was a girl, i would try hitting up on you, too." Carlos said reassuringly, with a wink, which made Charles blush, not that its hard to make him blush, but...
"Thanks, mate".
"if you want a kiss, just tell me. These people may like it."
"Bastardo-"
Charlos kicked him in the shin, which carlos responded by grabbing and pulling, while charles tried to push his shoulders and get free off his arms holding his leg, making them fall off the sofa while carlos saw the opportunity to tickle him while he fell on top of Charles body.
"Stop mate, we are doing way too much in our free time" charles said trying to supress his giggles with the tickles.
"Stop what? Do you think ill kiss you or?"
Suddenly, the air in the room fell heavier.
The giggling stopped. Now Charles was staring at Carlos lips while he realized Carlos did the same with his.
"I dare you." The tone serious as his lust now.
Carlos went for it and kissed. Just like he kissed his girl for the first time, short and sweet, but now it was Charles. He pulled his head back, stared at charles for a brief moment, and realizing he was looking at him with that same look of discovery mixed with lust, kissed him again.
Charles just let himself be guided by the older man kiss, now going slower in rhythym, heavy with tongue, short in breath, thick in grunt.
After what felt somewhat between 15 hours or 15 seconds of a long kiss, they went back at staring each other, now the reality slowly bringing them back to their feet.
"Sorry, mate- i dont know what the fuck i-" Carlos said standing up
"No its fine i dont know either-" Charles stand up swiftly trying to make sense of what happened
"I just fucked up didn-"
"Pshh, dont say that. Its okay mate, its just a kiss. Nobody has to know."
"You really mean nobody, right? Like nobody."
"Of course, why the fuck would i do that"
"I dont know- i mean- i dont- i wouldnt think you'd tell anybody either way, i'm just-"
"And i wont." Charles said looking him in the eye and making him silent. "I give you my word. Nobody will know".
he extended his hand open in a handshake.
"I give you my word too, dont worry." He said back nodding, with a look that could only mean truth.
They shaked hands, firmly in their promise. After the silence settled in again..
"And... honestly... mate, your kiss was really good. I tell you that." Charles said all red as the ferrari color he was destined to wear, his face nervous but with a smile in his eyes that Carlos saw through.
"Thanks." Carlos said smiling shyly, blushing just as he did when people called him guapo in public.
And just like that, them standing in front of each other, there was two knocks on the door as a voice called "Carlos? Charles?". Time to go back to work.