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ONE
Lando sat cautiously on the flimsy foldable chair, placing his water on the left of himself, right in the middle of another chair ultimately saving the seat, he crossed his legs in a manner to make himself seem smaller so others could slip by him without jostling himself too much. Oscar followed closely behind Lando, watching as Lando got himself comfortable before skipping a seat as he avoided the water bottle in the middle of the seat Lando had placed.
Oscar sat himself down, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he lent back onto the plastic back of the chair, legs hazardously thrown in front of himself ultimately cutting anyone off from sitting to the left of him. "I have developed a sense of anxiety with these kinds of things." Oscar muttered warily as he watched the other drivers fill in, Oscar leaned over the right to try and make conversation with Lando.
Lando giggled, "Oh mate, this is why it's important to have your emotional buddy for these meetings." Lando spoke as he glanced around the room obviously looking for someone.
"Oh yeah? Are you going to be my buddy since I'm fairly new?” Oscar asked as his eyes were diverted towards the door where two bright red shirts made themselves known, the native Monegasque walked over to Lewis, where he sat with his legs crossed and dark sunglasses decorating his face. The older man smiled at Charles. While the other Ferrari driver made a beeline towards the two McLaren drivers.
Oscar let out a small smile at the driver before turning back his attention to Lando. As it seemed, Lando was beginning to stand up to greet the Spanish driver, a soft smile graced his face, for all intents and purposes the smile began getting softer as the older man approached. It’s as if Lando finally registered the words Oscar spoke before he turned around abruptly facing Oscar. "Nope, you're going to have to figure that out for yourself." Lando rushed out as he stood up all the way and hugged Carlos closely.
Carlos wrapped his arms around Lando, one arm settling on his lower back pulling him in tighter while the other wrapped around his shoulder making sure they maintained contact for as long as socially possible before untangling themselves. Carlos smiled softly at Lando, hand coming up to brush the mess of curls on Lando’s forehead. Lando fully untangled himself from Carlos, turning for a brief second and grabbing the water bottle off the chair and turning back to Carlos muttering some soft words.
The Spanish driver nodded at Lando, placing his hands on the younger man’s hips while sidestepping him to get to the vacated seat in between Lando and Oscar. Carlos fell into the chair just as Oscar had done so earlier, this time he extended his right arm and placed it on the back of Lando’s own chair; to which the younger man leaned back, allowing his head to fall on Carlos’s forearm. Oscar suddenly felt as if he was too close to the couple. (Oscar knew certain rumors circulated in formula 2 just as any group would, but when you get to witness one of the most conversed rumors in the formula franchise itself it tends to shock oneself a bit. (a lot actually))
Oscar wasn’t sure if they were actually dating, but the way they conducted themselves with each other was otherworldly compared to normal friendships. Oscar stared dead straight at the table set up in the front of the room trying to avoid getting a glance or even a peep of the low chatter next to him.
Red Bull's golden boy, Max, blocked his vision for a brief second causing Oscar to break out of his stare down with the inanimate object in front of him. Max sat down abruptly two seats away from Oscar. Max cleared his throat to get Oscar’s attention, "Lando is always like this." Oscar turned to his left to face Max. Max merely patted the chair in between Oscar and Max, a clear invitation to save himself from the chattering of Lando and Carlos. Oscar moved into the seat lifting a brow at Max who seemed to purse his lips before continuing the conversation he opened up.
“Lando is so infatuated with Carlos, and he always seems to ignore everyone else in the world when he has Carlos’s full attention, like now-” Max gestured to the love fest that was clearly going on a chair down from Oscar.
Oscar clicked his tongue in his mouth and nodded along to Max’s explanation of the clearly long and winded history of Carlos and Lando. "-Lando truly believes he and Carlos are not dating, simply friends but everyone knows Carlos is waiting on Lando to realize it himself, as you know Lando's anxiety doesn't help-" Max began to explain with detail as his hands flew up recounting the examples and scenarios of Lando’s oblivious nature around the Spanish driver.
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TWO
Carlos and Lando were part of the last few drivers to walk out of the room together, never once breaking their conversation as they huddled even closer together, shoulders bumping into each other as if they wanted to crawl into each other's skin. Charles' green eyes followed their figures as they laughed and chatted together about a dinner they had planned together. "When do you think Lando is going to tell us they are actually dating…officially?" Charles asked the person who stood next to him.
Pierre glanced up from his phone and followed Charles' eyeline catching the backs of the Ferrari and McLaren drivers turning a sharp corner into another building cutting off Charles and Pierre of their staring. "When the season is over, Lando will put it in the group chat or tell us how we should have told him something. Or maybe he’ll post about it on Instagram." Pierre muttered as he glanced back down to his darkening screen, “Probably on his second account, the photography one.” Pierre finished up his sentence as he tapped the screen to awaken it again, this time taking a scroll on Instagram.
Charles laughed loudly, “Mate, I cannot keep doing this, Lando is so- how do you say, oblivious.” Pierre raised an eyebrow at Charles' words but kept quiet otherwise, knowing Charles was not done speaking. “I’ve seen Carlos pacing in his driver's room talking to his cousin about him, he really wants Lando to meet the rest of his family this summer.” Charles shared the information with Pierre. While Pierre choked on his spit, “What do you mean to the rest of the family?” Pierre asked, he was now extremely curious of this fact, phone now darkened and placed in his front pocket.
Charles looked around as if he wasn’t just gossiping a second earlier, “Carlos wants Lando to meet the rest of the cousins, aunts, uncles, the nieces, the whole nine yards, but Lando not realizing that they’re so close to becoming something more hurts Carlos more than he realizes.” Charles finished up his words as he glanced at Pierre who stood up straight with his jaw slightly ajar. Charles turned fully to face Pierre who seemingly went mute, he observed Pierre’s face, shock was written all over his pale features.
“Exactly!”
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THREE
Franco Colapinto took a short breather as he stood off to the side on the long flatbed filled with every driver Franco had once looked up to. Now he stood as he brushed shoulders with world champions, with rivals, with fellow teammates, with the men he mirrored his driving style after to form into his own after each trial and error.
It came to a surprise to him to realize many of the drivers talked within their own social circles, Franco watched curiously as he saw the Spanish speaking drivers talking amongst themselves with Carlos basically commandeering the conversation with Alonso, and Checo. They didn’t seem to mind as they nodded their heads enthusiastically as Carlos spoke wildly with hands exaggerating his words. Franco nodded to himself once, building up the confidence to walk over to his fellow drivers, and especially those who spoke predominantly Spanish; albeit it was different versions of Spanish, but nonetheless it was a better bridge in comparison to speaking broken English.
He took a couple tentative steps forward into the small group of drivers, Alonso was the first to notice his presence he took a step backward as an invitation to let the younger driver into their circle. It was then Checo glanced behind him to view Franco, he looked over at him from head to toe before nodding once and also took a step back, Carlos now noticing his audience was beginning to deter from his conversation glanced up at the young Franco. He smiled warmly, waving a hand at him, an official invite from all three to enter their circle of gossip that Franco knew was extremely good. (He had no idea what he stepped into, but he was prepared to back up his own gossip.)
It’s as if a weight was lifted from Franco’s shoulder as he released his death grip on the team water bottle. Franco smiled at each driver as a warm welcome, Carlos then saw the opportunity to continue his earlier conversation, to which he did. Yet Franco didn’t pay attention to the trio group he was in, instead his attention settled on watching Lando over Carlos' shoulder who watched the older man with a soft gaze. He was surprised, Franco had merely thought the circulating rumors of the Formula One fans, and admin alike, were inflating Carlos and Lando’s friendship for better marketing.
Although as he watched Lando smile softly as Carlos makes the group let out a loud shrill of laughter did Franco smile and huff out something akin to a laugh to appease the social que of it did, he realize Lando reached up, and tucked his mess of curls behind his ears before turning back to his own conversation. Franco’s mouth dropped, realization hit him hard, he once again tightened his grip on the water bottle in his hand.
This time it seems it was not as subtle as he made it out to seem, with a concerned touch on his shoulder did he get flung back to present reality where his eyes came back to focus on Carlos’ concerned face, Checo squinting at his figure as if he were to dissipate from a gust of air, and Alonso softly patting his neck in comfort. “¿Estás bien joven?” (Are you alright young one?) Checo muttered as he seemed to shrink himself smaller and step forward to catch a glimpse of anything that could possibly be wrong with him. (It reminded him of his father long ago when he was younger.) “Sí, estoy bien. Acabo de recordar algo que mi madre solía decirme.” (Yes, I am alright. I just remembered something my mother used to tell me.) Franco spoke.
He watched as the men’s worry washed away as he smiled a quick reassurance to each of the members in the small group, “¿Fue importante?” (Was it important?) Carlos asked, his big brown eyes calculating, as if he could tell from a single glance that Franco was either lying or telling the truth.
Franco swallowed, suddenly nervous of the fact if he should mention the sudden realization. He decided he should be honest, “I saw Lando-” at the sudden mention of Lando, Carlos turned his head swiftly behind him (as if he knew exactly where he stood beforehand) his eyes raked over Lando’s relaxed figure, as if Lando could sense the heavy gaze Carlos was bestowing on him Lando glanced up meeting Carlos dark gaze, a smile graced his face.
Carlos visibly untensed from his position, feet shifting, arm lifting and fingers wiggling in the air in a short greeting, Lando’s cheeks dusted a pretty pink before he looked away from Carlos. Carlos turned back around with his eyebrows furrowing as he took in Franco’s form, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Carlos asked, this time in English, to showcase his vulnerability, whether from the short burst of panic he had when Lando’s name was mentioned or as an apologetic trait for disrupting Franco’s conversation.
Franco swallowed, “My mother, she used to tell me about knowing if your partner was, how do you say, hopelessly? yes hopelessly in love with one another.” Franco replied back in English, just as Carlos did to showcase his own vulnerability. Checo nodded his head in encouragement, hand coming to his elbow and giving it a light squeeze of encouragement. “When I saw Lando looking over at us, well not at us, but you, Carlos. He just admired you from afar before he tucked his hair behind his ears, both of his ears.”
“It was what my mother was saying, how she knew she was hopelessly in love with my father, I had only seen it when my mother spoke about my father or when she watched him from afar. The double tuck-” Franco stopped speaking to demonstrate what he was referring to. He lifted his free hand and tucked imaginary long hair behind his ear. “-but of course, behind both ears.” Franco finished his brief explanation.
Carlos opened his mouth, whether to tell Franco off, or- “That is beautiful” Carlos murmured. Franco grinned, “I think so too.”
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FOUR
Esteban Ocon was a prideful man, he was proud of the fact he was able to make it into F1 with just about everything negating it, he was proud of becoming a leader, an example to younger children who were following his footsteps, but he was especially prideful to not contribute to the rumor mill. Except for tonight. Tonight, he finds himself in the midst of a possible mind-blowing revelation, he was truly minding his own business in a barley lit restaurant with his girlfriend, who coincidentally stepped away to head into the ladies’ room to wash off the grime of their shared dessert.
Esteban brings his hand up to his mouth, the side of his thumb suddenly becoming a chew toy as his teeth softly bite at the delicate skin besides his nail. His knee now jumps as he watches Carlos and Lando enter the restaurant with Lando dressed in a white button shirt, with just enough of the buttons buttoned up to be socially acceptable but could be viewed as crude by other socialites. Carlos wore the opposite, a long black sleeve button up, it made him look just as bit as tan as he seemed to be, the Spanish sun doing absolute wonders for the everlasting good looks Carlos seems to be exuding.
‘God, if only my girlfriend could read my thoughts’ Esteban thought, he would worry if she could because Esteban wouldn’t know if she would agree on the topic of his thoughts or be repulsed of the idea that he saw Lando and Carlos possibly look the hottest they’ve looked with each other. Speaking of the devil, they shall appear. His girlfriend, Flavy, settled back into her seat, with a smile so sweet on her face Esteban almost forgot the predicament he was in.
Esteban leant forward on the table, elbows landing on the table with a low thud, hands settling on his cheeks, knee no longer causing a rumble underneath the table, and his poor thumb being released from his mouth. “Mon amour, we have a bit of a problem here.” Esteban spoke softly to not disturb the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant. Flavy raised an eyebrow at Esteban’s clear distress, “Well go on my dear, tell me.” Flavy spoke even softer as if she could soothe Esteban’s problem with a simple word, Esteban smiled at her soft nature, “Turn around…slowly, and look at Carlos and Lando.” Esteban muttered before he leant back and watched her turn around.
Flavy turned with the utmost grace one could muster to watch someone, as she turned, her eyes began searching for the other two drivers, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp, she turned back to Esteban with a slow restraint. Esteban nodded at her shocked face, “Exactly!” Esteban whispered, just a tad louder than one would consider a whisper, but it worked either way. Flavy let her left elbow drop on the table as her hand came up to cover her mouth, “Now we must figure out how to get out of here before they spot us.” Esteban leaned over the table once more.
His girlfriend nodded once, before casting one more glance to the unassuming couple (if one could consider them a couple if one of the pair was unassuming to the other person's affections) she watched as Carlos smile softly, so softly it made Esteban's own sweet smile look devilish when compared, she watched as Carlos visibly melt under Lando’s chatter with his hands flowing up and down in motions obviously showcasing his words.
Flavy glanced back at Esteban who was watching the scene just as she did, “They’re so cute and in love.” Flavy spoke softly as if any decibel higher would interrupt the couple’s conversation. Esteban nodded his head in agreement, “Let’s signal for the check and we can go out and get some more ice-cream.” Flavy agreed quickly, both of them on the prowl to find their waitress, their eyes scanned the restaurant, but they couldn’t help, but to be gravitated towards Lando and Carlos again. It’s as if they were magnetic, their connection so easy and pure it made others glance towards them to catch a glimpse of true love.
Flavy broke eye contact with the couple's unassuming figures and found the waitress easily, she lifted an arm, and the motion of her hand had the waitress nodding her head before moving swiftly back to a computer in the kitchen. Esteban watched as the two most popular drivers on the grid smiled at each other with Carlos' smile suddenly turning nervous as he reached for his pocket, Esteban’s mouth fell open and he reached over to grab his girlfriend's hand to either ground himself from this momentous moment or comfort himself from the shock.
A velvety black box was brought up from Carlos' pocket and was placed softly on the table in front of Lando, who seemed to be mirroring Esteban’s shocked face. Lando’s fingers shook as he reached over to the box, pulling it into his orbit, settling it in front of himself. Nimble fingers opened the top of the box, fingers immediately grazing the jewelry inside the box, his fingers flew out from the box and reached over to touch Carlos own hand, which also shook from the nervous energy he tried to conceal, but it was immediately seized when Lando clutched his hand in his own.
Carlos spoke softly, hand now clutching Lando’s with a tight grip, to reorient himself from the flash of emotions he had as he watched Lando accept the gift. Lando nodded in the middle of Carlos’s words, a smile so bright it had Esteban and Flavy smiling to mirror the pure unadulterated joy Lando showed. Carlos eagerly stood from the table, ignoring any hasty look that could have been thrown in their direction, (none were thrown, too much in awe of seeing a couple so in love), he walked around the table to stand behind Lando and reached down into the velvet box. He pulled out a gold chain that glimmered beautifully under the lowlights of the restaurant, a circular pendant hung in the middle of the chain, Flavy and Esteban couldn’t decipher it from where they sat but they knew it was so special it had Lando reach out and brush at the pendant with the utmost care.
Carlos unclasped the chain while bringing it close to Lando’s neck, fingers brushing the side of Lando’s exposed neck, blush crawled up the younger man’s neck at the delicate touch Carlos unintentionally provided. Carlos clasped the necklace around Lando’s neck, settling it on the back of his neck and ran his hands down the sides of Lando’s neck before settling them on his slim shoulders. Carlos leant down just as gracefully, placing a soft kiss to the back of Lando's head before he slipped away from Lando’s back and sat himself back down in his chair. A blush was settled high on Carlos’s cheeks helping him maintain the look of being sun kissed, and Lando immediately reached over to grab Carlos’s hand.
Their scene was broken by the waitress clearing her throat rather loudly to gain the attention of Esteban and Flavy, they turned their heads in sync with a record-breaking speed to watch as the waitress smiled sweetly and raised her eyebrows at the couple. Esteban smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, “They’re our friends and we just wanted them to have a good time together.” Estevan provided some close semblance to the truth. The waitress merely smiled wider as if she knew herself what was going on, Flavy cleared her throat bringing her small purse up to her lap and pulling out a couple of euros and handing them over to the young waitress. “Keep the change and the secret.” Flavy said and added an exaggerated wink to ease the awkward tension Esteban seemed to have brought on.
“May we leave through the backdoor to provide them with a vice of privacy.” Flavy, ever the smooth talker, spoke to the waitress as she nodded her head and allowed them to leave through the back door.
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FIVE
Lando Norris laid on the couch with his feet planted on his younger sister’s lap, Flo, head pillowed by a soft Christmas decorative pillow and his hands laid under the pillow thumb swiping the screen in a comfort tic. His sister had her feet planted on the ground as she sat on the sofa, essentially trapped by Lando’s legs. His even younger sister, Cisca, laid on the couch across from him mirroring his position, but she laid her head on her mother’s lap instead, his mom occasionally smoothing her daughters fly aways.
His brother, Oliver, sat on the ground by his mother’s legs, he spoke about his recent scoundrels at his workplace, hands wild flying around to indicate the ridiculous things he’s dealt with. His father watched amused on his armchair, adjacent to where Lando currently laid, feet tucked in his house slippers while a blanket lay on his lap. This was the first time in a long time that Lando was settled in with his immediate family, with no interruptions of the outside world and the quiet chatter brought him comfort during the winter holidays.
The next day was Christmas day where Oliver’s family will join them, Flo’s boyfriend, and Carlos would be arriving tonight to celebrate with the Norris family in Bristol. (Lando had celebrated last Christmas with the immediate Sainz family) Though tonight, just for this moment, it felt good, peaceful.
Lando’s train of thought was interrupted when his mother called out to him softly, as if noticing Lando’s attention was divided. His eyes landed on his mother where a grin was placed on her soft face, “When will Carlos be coming in?” His mother’s words brought warmth to his belly. He tried suppressing a grin while he attempted to pull his cellphone from underneath the pillow his head laid on but was distracted by his younger sister running a sharp fingernail underneath his foot, causing him to giggle horrendously.
“Stop it.” Lando muttered as he ceased his laughter, he took a precarious glance at her face and was met with pure amusement on her face, she wiggled her eyebrows, “Yes Land-i-to, tell us when your boyfriend is landing.” Her voice dripped with mock, the nickname Carlos gave him sounded wrong coming from her lips.
Lando lifted his foot coming up to his sister's nose out of pure spite, “LANDO!” she screeched as she pushed his foot away from her face causing Lando to lose his balance and fall off the sofa. He landed on the floor with a thud and stab of pain shot up to his hip, but as he fell, he propelled both of his feet in his sister's face to cause more mayhem. His mother rolled her eyes at the childish display, but she fought back a grin, Oliver who sat on the ground got on his knees and began roughly patting the floor next to Lando’s head.
“10”
“9”
“8”
Lando knew the count well, it meant his sister won by a knockout, and Lando was not about to let his reputation be tarnished in such a way. So, he got his knees underneath him and prepared his body to be impacted by his sister, because she also knew the implications of the countdown. She was going to put it to an end that was so definitive no one could argue back as to whether who won or not. She threw herself off the couch body crashing into Lando’s frame, and they tousled on the ground. A mess of limbs littered the floor and various curses fell from their lips dragging up old dirt from their childhood to throw each other off.
A cackle of laughter emitted from the room, Oliver grinning like a madman as he watched his siblings unleash their faux anger, the youngest sibling merely watched on as she winced every once in a while, when her sister would grab a particular strand of hair on Lando’s head and yanked. She was once the victim of the hair pulling and she knew she had an insane amount of grip on the chosen strand of hair, she almost felt bad, but Lando had a nasty scent coming from his socks so she wouldn’t blame her sister too much. Her father sighed in exasperation and licked his lips to unleash a high-pitched whistle causing her to wince from her position, she also heard her mother wince from the sudden noise.
Oliver backed up against his mother’s legs and a false mask of innocence was fitted over his face as he continued to grin. Flo let her fingers loosen from Lando’s curly hair, giving mercy to the particular strand she had taken hostage on Lando’s head, while Lando relented his jaw as he had tried biting his younger sister, his hands letting drop from her slobbered forearm. They rested on the floor panting like young puppies after a heady run. Lando’s parents laughed at the scene before them, “Children.” His father tsk’d, but there was an undertone of amusement in his voice.
His mother was the first to notice, as all mothers notice their children’s appearance, a gold pendant was laid skewed over Lando’s panting chest, it glistened beautifully against the Christmas lights from the pine tree that sat in the corner of the living room. “That is a lovely necklace, Lando.” His mother’s words brought Lando back to reality once again, he swiveled his head from the ground to take a look at his mother, cheeks puffed out and pink from the burst of excitement a moment earlier. “Look’s expensive.” Cisca, his younger sister, chimed in, now sitting up from having her head on her mother’s lap. Lando blew out hot air before answering.
“Carlos gifted it to me, so I wouldn’t really know how expensive it was. I think it’s more sentimental than anything.” Lando answered, head moving back to its original position as he stared up at the ceiling, hand coming up to his beating chest to caress the pendant while readjusting it to lay flat, back on his heart. Flo once again poked his foot this time in an attempt to grab his attention and asked, “What’s the symbol on the pendant mean?” Oliver crawled over to where Lando laid, looking at his chest, fingers coming up to prod at Lando’s own to catch a glimpse of the symbol his sister had mentioned.
Oliver squinted, “Oh.”
“Well, what is it?” His father asked Oliver, “It looks like a family crest, a bull on the center of a shield surrounded by those floral things you would see back in the old days.” His brother described. Lando's mother making a curious noise from her throat, Oliver swallowed the rest of his sentence, allowing Lando to finish up the conclusion of it, “It’s say’s Sainz on the top of the shield.” Lando concluded, and when he did, silence settled in the room. He knew his family would react this way, which is why he kept it close to his skin, underneath his shirt, away from prying eyes and visceral questions.
“He gifted it to me the night before we left for our flights in the morning, he wrote me a poem in Spanish for me. Told me I could only translate it when I was ready.”
His younger sister sniffled, “My god, he really loves you, doesn’t he?”
“I think I know now.” Lando murmured as his fingers came back up to hold the pendant. He sat up slowly, back resting against the bottom of the couch he had once laid on. He took a look around the room categorizing his family's face at the explanation of the gift, it was supportive. A shrill interrupted the quiet moment, Lando’s phone lit up on the ground, a picture of Carlos (taken on the night of the dinner) graced his eyes.
This time Lando didn’t bother to hide the smile and rosy cheeks, he reached over to grab the cellphone finger grazing over Carlos’s face before he accepted the call. He knew his family watched attentively as his voice melted in a low tone usually reserved for the man on the phone, head fuzzy as he replied to Carlos in soft murmurs and promises slipped from his lips that he would be on time to pick him up from the airport. As he reached the end of the call, his blushed wildly increased as he took the phone away from his ear and ended the call.
Looking up at his family he smiled, “I’m going to pick him up now.”
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PLUS ONE
Lando drummed his fingers on the steering of his mom’s car, eyes scanning for the familiar head of dark and wild hair, his eyes wandered over to a man who bore a light blue baseball cap, black hair sticking out from the edges of the cap and Lando couldn't contain his smile from growing on his face. A beige horizontal striped sweater complimented Carlos slim figure, backpack straps dug into his meaty shoulders as he maneuvered his way through a small crowd. A smile adorned his stubbled face once he made eye contact with Lando through the passenger window, tint nonexistent in his mother’s vehicle.
Carlos pointed to the backseat and then down to his suitcase as if asking permission to place it in the back, Lando nodded enthusiastically, with a push of a button the door was unlocked and the back passenger door opened. Suddenly the chatter of the airport entered the car, Lando’s upper body turned to watch Carlos put his mother’s back seat down and place the suitcase on the half-folded seat. Carlos looked up making eye contact with the younger man, he smiled and dipped his head back down before he closed the door.
A step forward and Carlos was opening the passenger door, removing his backpack and placing it on the floor as he climbed in, placing each leg around the backpack. Lando reached over to grab Carlos’ left hand that rested on the middle console and squeezed it twice, “Hi.” Carlos looked into Lando’s bright eyes and replicated his smile, “Thank you for picking me up.”
“Of course, thank you for coming back to me,” Lando responded, Carlos’s mouth tightened his smile impossibly more, Lando suppressed a giggle at Carlos’s reaction deciding he’s already teetering the line of more, then he might as well go all out. Lando released Carlos’s hand from his own and placed his palm flat on the middle console and pushed his body up and with his left hand reached over to place a hand on Carlos sharp jawline, Lando breathed once watching Carlos eyes flutter shut in anticipation.
Lando leaned forward even more, lips landing on the edge of Carlos lips, it was a kiss so light Carlos barely felt the soft lips. Carlos' eyes fluttered open, Lando’s face still close to his own, eyes searching for any sign of rejection, but Lando will never find any doubt of Carlos’s love for him.
Carlos' hand reached up to grip the back of Lando’s neck, thumb brushing the curls on the nape of his neck, “If you’re going to kiss me, mean it.” Carlos murmured in the space between them. Carlos surged forward, teeth clashing in the harsh kiss, Lando winced in his mouth but was silenced by Carlos’s tongue sliding across his teeth soothing the ache. Lando wanted to climb over the middle counsel and let Carlos have his way with him, but he knew both of them would land on the no-fly list, which is why he began pulling back, Carlos chased after his mouth.
Lando let the kiss naturally slow with Carlos soft pecks following his cheeks, to the side of his jaw, making his way down his neck where Carlos harshly bit the junction of his neck and shoulder. Lando’s hand moved from Carlos’ jaw to the back of his head, at a rapid speed, the blue baseball cap falling from the movement, and Lando gripped his hair and yanked just as harshly. Carlos pulled off, eyes wild, hot puffs of air fell from Carlos’s kiss redden lips, Lando watched as Carlos closed his eyes trying to reign in his breathing.
Lando did the same, he released his grip on the back of Carlos’ head, soothing out the hair he had grabbed, allowing his hand to drop to the side of Carlos' neck.
Carlos opened his eyes, this time they focused on Lando’s flushed face, he smirked at Lando’s disheveled look. Green, blue hazy eyes blinked back at Carlos, face dusted in a light pink blush, lips devilish glassy red, his quarter zipped jacket was opened all the way exposing his collar bones, and there in the junction of his shoulder was a red almost purple looking bite.
Carlos glanced back at Lando’s eyes, it’s as if Lando could read Carlos’ thoughts rolled his eyes, pushing himself back into the driver's seat and leaning away from Carlos but a smirk still graced his face. “You make me do naughty things Mr. Sainz.” Lando spoke in the warming car, “We haven’t even explored all the naughty possibilities Mr. Future-Sainz.” Carlos rebutted.
“Future? Now we are getting much more daring than I thought.”
“The pendant that graces your collarbones says otherwise.”