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Oscar’s heart was hammering. He had three laps to go and Sainz was gaining on him. All he could hear was the sound of his racing heart, and Steve on the other side of his radio.
“Keep pace, Osc. The race is almost finished. Sainz should have lost his chance to pass, but stay alert.”
“Copy.” He replied, sweat trickling down his brow. His last podium was Qatar, almost a year ago. Sainz had kept him from wining many times, wrecking into him, forcing him to DNF. The man wouldn’t ruin this for him, not this time.
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Oscar screamed as he finished, thanking his engineers, and everyone on the team.
“You deserve it, Oscar.” Andrea said, Oscar could hear the smile in his voice. “Great race.”
-
After hugging Charles, and attending many race interviews, he stumbled to the cooldown room.
Carlos was already there, in Oscar’s seat. The man had the urge to smirk at him, “I hope you don’t mind.”
Oscar took a deep breath, calming himself. “No, you’re good mate.”
He simply plopped on the floor, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Neither of them talked, both waiting for Charles.
The Monegasque seemed to be enjoying his win because minutes ticked down filled with uncomfortable silence, and no Charles.
“You had a great race.” Carlos murmured. Oscar turned his head from the ceiling, surprised.
“Thank you.” Oscar said, “You fought like hell, I was shitting myself the whole time.”
Oscar thought he was hallucinating when he noticed Carlos lips turn upward.
Carlos Sainz, the man who hated him, the man who constantly ran him off the track, was laughing at what he said? Carlos noticed his expression and spoke instantly. “Oh don’t flatter yourself, I can see your shock on that pretty little face of yours.”
Oscar instantly turned away. Charles chose that moment to walk through the door, drunk on his win.
“Sorry! I had to pee.”
Carlos laughed, “It’s all good.”
Oscar simply sent Charles a thumbs up. His brain was short circuiting, Carlos had called him pretty.
Carlos Sainz had called him pretty.
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It was a week later and Oscar still couldn’t get the encounter out of his head.
Carlos had called him pretty.
After the interview Charles had ranted about how Oscar was his son, and how he had to go out with him.
So, Oscar was getting ready to brave the streets of Monaco with Charles Leclerc. He had on a simple white dress shirt with black trousers. He had taken a shot to calm his nerves, Carlos would likely be there. The man who he couldn’t get out of his head.
Oscar had noticed the tension between them, it had shifted to something more.
Oscar would catch Carlos staring at him from across the paddock, or whenever he was with Lando. It was always hungry looks, his stomach always burned when he met the Spaniard’s gaze.
When Oscar met Carlos gaze the man would always look him over slowly, then simply look away.
It was driving him crazy.
He felt a rap at his door. Oscar took a deep breath, then opened it. Charles looked up from his phone and smiled, “Are you ready, mate?”
Oscar smiled back, “Of course, let’s go.”
Charles waited patiently as he locked his door, rambling about Monaco and all the sights they would see.
“Where are we going?”
“Oh well.” Charles began. “First we need to pick up Carlos, his room is right down the hall. Then, we are going to my friend’s yacht, then a private bar Lando should be at. After we c—”
“Carlos is coming with us?” Oscar squeaked, interrupting the Monegasque. Charles looked at him weirdly.
“Is that an issue?”
“No! No! Just, I don’t remember you mentioning it.” Oscar scratched the back of his neck feeling his ears heat up. He thought he would see the Spaniard once or twice in the evening, not the entire time.
“Sorry mate, I thought I did.” Charles led him further down the hall, stopping at a door. He knocked twice. The two fell silent, and Oscar could hear muttering on the other side of the door.
“Come in!” A voice that was unmistakably Carlos yelled. Charles took not time opening the door, Oscar followed behind feeling awkward. “I just need shoes.”
Oscar looked over Charles shoulder, watching as Carlos sat on his unmade bed. The Spaniard put on his dress shoes, as Charles spoke.
“Carlos! I said be ready by nine!” The Monegasque loved to be fashionably early, always being first to arrive.
“Shh. Charles. It’s fine if we are two minutes late. Quit your complaining. Osc wants to punch you.”
Oscar turned his head, zoning back in from his screaming inner thoughts. “Hmm?”
“He wasn’t even paying attention, you idiot!” Charles yelled, slinging an arm around his neck. Oscar stumbled with the man, finally meeting Carlos’s eyes. The Spaniard looked him over, standing up from his bed.
Charles of course had to fall, sending Oscar tripping towards Carlos. The man caught him, steadying him with firm hands. Oscar felt himself go red. Carlos rightened him up, muttering lowly. “Are you falling for me before the party even starts, hmm cariño?”
Oscar stepped away, feeling his face heat up even more.
“I’m sorry Osc!” Charles sputtered.
“You’re good,” Oscar smiled, “how much have you drank already?”
Charles smirked. “A little bit. Don’t you worry, Sainzy here is our DD.”
“Sorry to break up your chat, but Charles didn’t you want to be early?” Carlos had walked closer to him without Oscar even knowing. The man’s breath caressed the back of his neck. Oscar shivered.
“Yes! Let’s go! I want to see Emilian.”
Oscar followed after Charles as he stumbled out the door. He wasn’t expecting Max to be waiting outside.
“Maxy!” Charles sung, wrapping his arms around the Dutchman. Max smiled fondly, brushing the hair from Charles face.
“Hi Schatje.”
“Let’s go guys!” Charles protested.
Oscar didn’t know how the man even walked out of his hotel room. He followed behind Max, hyper aware of the fact Carlos chose to walk next to him. He felt Carlos pinky brush against his. The man played innocent, looking at the streets.
Oscar took in the city around him, smiling softly. Monaco really was something.
“It never gets old.”
Oscar looked at Carlos who was watching him. He nodded. “No matter how many times I’m here, it never fails to amaze me.”
“It’s beautiful.” Carlos muttered, “and has raging parties.”
Oscar snorted, “Of course that’s what you would like about Monaco.”
“Ay, it’s true.” Carlos protested. “Best parties in the world, no?”
“The parties are good.”
“See, why are you making fun of me, when you agree?” Carlos smirked at him. “You are just jealous I am so smart.”
Oscar sputtered. “Jealous! No, I am not!”
“Sure, cariño…” Carlos smirk grew. “So jealous of my beauty and charm.”
Oscar’s face grew red again. He rolled his eyes.
“Yet, I am jealous of you.” Oscar froze. What? He turned to Carlos but the man had already stepped closer. The Spaniard leaned into his ear and whispered lowly. “You make me go crazy. Looking at you makes me want. I want to devour you.”
Before Oscar could say anything the man stepped away and walked into the yacht. Oscar hadn’t even noticed they had arrive. He walked into the boat and was immediately handed a drink. He downed it.
Carlos words. The Spaniard really had said that.
The man would be the death of him.
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Oscar was drunk.
He dimly realized that as he stumbled around the boat. He was rightened by cool hands.
“Thank you.” He hiccuped. The person laughed, squeezing his thigh. Oscar twitched uncomfortably, pushing himself away from the prying hands.
He needed to remember that he was famous now, that anyone could take advantage of him.
He needed to find his friends.
He needed to find Carlos.
Someone handed him a shot, grabbing his jaw and tipping it down his throat. Oscar swallowing, breaking free from the person.
Where was Carlos?
He was dizzy, tripping every step he took.
Carlos. Oscar needed to find him.
Oscar continued to search the yacht. Another pair of hands tugged him. He was pulled flush against a body. He tried to break free, but the person only pressed their lips against his neck.
Oscar struggled, pushing away as hard as he could.
“No.” He tried to yell, but it only came out as a whisper. Oscar dug him nails into the persons arm. They let go, grunting from pain. Oscar flew backwards, tripping on a shoe.
Hands grabbed him, and he turned to rip free, but met Carlos’s gaze. Oscar sagged instantly, clutching the man. Carlos’s eyes furrowed, likely seeing the relief in his face, but held him closer. Oscar was shaking. He felt like he would collapse any second, but knew Carlos would keep him safe.
“Help.” He whispered. Oscar rested his head on the man’s neck, closing his eyes tightly. Carlos started moving, guiding them away from the noise.
Oscar’s head cleared slightly as Carlos shut them in a private room. The music was dull from it, making him relax further. Oscar felt himself get laid onto a bed. He made a distressed noise, gripping Carlos hand as the Spaniard went to turn.
“Shhh, I’m only turning on the lamp.” Carlos held his hand, twisting his body to turn on the light. Oscar marveled over the way the light reflected across the man’s jaw.
“What happened Osc?” Carlos was watching him with a gentle expression. Oscar hated the way tears filled his eyes.
“They were forcing me drinks. I don’t want it. Then, they… they—“ Oscar shook his head, tilting his face into the covers. His world was spinning, he could barely think.
Carlos’s free hand caressed his hair gently. “It’s okay, you can tell me cariño.”
“They were touching me, I didn’t want it. I told them… not to…I know that you were safe. I found you.” Oscar couldn’t make his mouth work. He looked at Carlos pleadingly. The Spaniard seemed to know what he said by his gentle expression.
“I will always keep you safe. I promise.” Carlos’s hand began to rub circles into his skin.
“I know.” Oscar mumbled. “Where are we?”
“In Charles yacht. You can sleep here, he won’t mind.”
“Stay?” Oscar mumbled, feeling himself drift off.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Carlos promised. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, Oscar shifted over.
“Lay, please.”
Carlos took a deep breath, “Okay, Osc.”
The man opened up the covers, helping Oscar slid under them, before slipping into them himself.
Oscar rested his head on the man’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
-
Oscar woke up to a weight on his back. He was face down in the bed, neck twisting uncomfortably.
He let out a questioning noise, head pounding. He could barely remember the night. Had he fucked someone? Had he gotten fucked? He had no clue, and couldn’t look due to the weight on his back. It was most definitely a person. A very warm person.
His eyes drifted shut, maybe he could sleep a little longer.