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It’s a silly plan and Charles is certain it won’t work but he tries anyway. “I’ll take Lewis’s key card as well”. Luckily there is no follow up question. He pockets the card, “hey Lewis? We have to share rooms apparently”.
His teammate smiles, “okay, do you have the key card?”. Charles nods. Lewis grins, “okay let’s go”.
Charles opens the door and walks in. He takes a deep breath, “there’s only one bed”, he stammers blushing. Lewis seems unbothered placing his luggage in a corner. Charles fidgets a little. “Oh no, how can this be? Maybe ... Maybe we need to share the bed now. We do need to rest well before the race!”, he frowns a little. He takes a few steps towards the sofa, “The sofa looks very uncomfortable. We should share. I can’t let you hurt your back”. He turns to Lewis. “If you’re really uncomfortable with it I’ll take the sofa”, Charles sighs softly looking down.
Lewis smiles softly, “Charles? We can share. It’s okay”. Charles nods and takes a deep breath, “yeah okay”. Charles fidgets with the hem of his shirt a little. “I really don’t mind Charles, it happens”, Lewis steps closer. Charles looks up at him, “okay me neither”.
Lewis smiles, “I am gonna take a quick shower, if that’s okay”. Charles nods, “sure”.
Charles decides on scrolling on his phone while Lewis unpacks. Maybe he panic-texts Pierre as well but his best friend is used to that anyway. Lewis comes out of the bathroom and Charles’s brain short-circuits a little. Lewis only has a towel around his waist. He still has droplets of water on his chest.
Charles stares and his phone drops to his side. Lewis grins at him, “hi, you good?”. Charles nods, “you’re so beautiful”. Charles bites his lips. He didn’t really mean for that to come out. Lewis smiles brightly and sits on the bed besides him, “thank you”. Charles blushes deeply, but he also can’t keep his eyes of Lewis’s body.
Lewis picks ups his phone and hands it back to him. Charles laughs softly, “it’s a good thing you do not speak French”, he lets out when he sees the text messages with Pierre. Lewis raises an eyebrow, “why?”. Charles bites his lip, “I panicked a little bit to him”. Lewis smiles, “that’s cute”. Charles giggles, “you think?”. Lewis nods, “now go take a shower cutie. Wash the travel of you”. Charles nods and tears his eyes of Lewis, “yeah okay”.
Charles picks himself up of the bed and gets his toiletries. The shower is refreshing calming. It’s a little bit overwhelming how successful his plan is. When he comes back Lewis is laying on the bed in shorts with his hair down. Charles is wearing a white shirt and some shorts.
He sits on the bed. “your hair is so pretty like this”. Lewis smiles at him, “you think?”. Charles nods, “I like your braids too, but this is very pretty”. Lewis smiles, “you can touch it”. He sits up a little leaning towards him. Charles tentatively touches Lewis’s hair. Lewis smiles at him.
Charles gains a little more confidence when Lewis doesn’t pull away. “It’s so soft”, Charles smiles. He reaches up with his other hand too. Lewis leans into Charles gentle touches. In a reflex Lewis reaches his hand out to his waist to steady Charles. Charles giggles softly and bites his lip. “What is it?”, Lewis dares ask. Charles takes a deep breath, “I want to kiss you”.
Lewis pulls him closer. He carefully guides Charles into his lap, “tell me something first?”. Charles leans against him. One hand falls to Lewis’s chest, the other still tangled into his hair. Lewis smiles, “did we really have to share?”. Charles’s eyes widen, “uhm…”. Lewis laughs, “it’s okay, Charles, it’s cute”. Charles nods, “uhm, well no. I took your key as well and lied, a little bit. I am sorry”.
Lewis strokes Charles’s cheek, “it’s okay”. Charles leans into his touch, “really? so you want to kiss me too?”. Lewis nods, “I do”. Charles giggles, “I’m nervous”. Lewis smiles at him, “you can’t tell me the Charles Leclerc is nervous to kiss me, I don’t believe it”. Charles laughs softly, “but you are forgetting you are the Lewis Hamilton”.
Lewis laughs with him, “to you, love? I am just Lewis”. Charles nods, “very handsome Lewis who I want to kiss”. Lewis smiles brightly and gently kisses Charles. Charles’s eyes flutter closed just before Lewis’s. Charles presses himself closer. Lewis wraps his arms tight around his waist. Charles pulls away and rests his head on Lewis’s shoulder. Lewis smiles at him, “I think we should tell the team we prefer sharing rooms”. Charles giggles, “I am okay with that”.
Lewis strokes his cheek and pecks his lips. Charles sighs softly, “do you want to go on a date with me? When we’re home in Monaco?”. Lewis nods, “I’d love that. Maybe we can walk Leo and Roscoe and go for some ice cream?”. Charles nods, grinning wide, “that sounds lovely. Yes please”.