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Ah. Media day.
Fucking media day.
The bane of every fucking drivers existence, and the most necessary to participate in. Who cares about racing? Who cares about car development? As long as the media team can get their slow motion shots for the thirst traps they’ll repost after losing the fight for 13th place.
The only real solace to all of this is that it’s the one day Carlos negotiated to ride in the same car as his boyfriend. There’s never the same amount of frenzy, what with most photographers comfortably waiting inside the gates and most of the fans only arriving at their hotels that very same day. There’s always less of a chance that someone will notice Carlos can drop Charles off before circling around and getting out himself.
Less of a chance, of course. Because if it was a complete zero, then it wouldn’t turn them on as much.
But today, today, Carlos was upset.
Because today, Charles insisted on driving.
“You’re still mad, aren’t you?” Charles said with a smirk that was all but consoling.
“No,” Carlos sighed, “it’s fine. I told you it’s fine. But if you keep asking, it won’t be.”
The light in front of them turned yellow far too early for either of their liking. Getting to the track on time was important, but much more important was not getting pulled over with your ex teammate in the passenger side. So Carlos just groaned as Charles lightly pressed down on the brakes, bringing them to a safe and complete stop that any driving instructor would cry tears of joy to see.
But Charles seemed to enjoy Carlos’ misery just a little too much because that stupid smirk on his face had returned.
“Ah, don’t worry,” Charles said with a stretch of his arms, “Sometimes it’s better when you have to wait.”
Carlos wanted to scoff at him, say something about Charles talking nonsense, but any words had been sucked back in as he watched the hem of Charles’ shirt raise with his arms.
Right there, just at his hip bones, was a thin trace of light pink lace complimenting Charles’ skin tone perfectly.
“Díos mio, what the hell are you wearing?” Carlos whined as his hands reached out to touch the fabric.
Charles swatted him away, bottom lip between his teeth. “Careful, Carlos. We are still in public.”
His eyes were locked onto the space where Charles tugged his shirt back down, casually moving through the green light when it arrived as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. As if the small and anything but accidental slip up hadn’t completely shattered Carlos’ ability to concentrate for the rest of the day.
“Charles, you can’t be serious.” Carlos groaned, falling back onto his seat with a thud. “What if someone else sees you like that?”
Charles gave out a quick laugh, turning the car down the road that would lead them to their team-approved drop off point. “I’m not an idiot, I’m changing when I get there.”
Carlos shook his head. “So you’re just torturing me, eh? Is this punishment for something?”
The car eventually came to a halt, but Carlos stayed inside staring intently at the man whose sole mission in life was to ruin him just as much as he pleased. He couldn’t shake the image of bowing over the center console and ripping Charles’ pants to his ankles. He’d leave the panties on, mouthing at the silk over his cock until Charles was practically begging for it.
Or maybe he’d pull Charles onto his lap and make him grind on his thigh, the soft pink growing more and more see through as his precum painted itself over the both of them. He could cup that perfect ass and slip a finger underneath the lace and start to open him up, not giving a damn if the world could see.
He could make Charles ride him right then and there in the car park, screaming his name until there wasn’t a soul on earth who didn’t know who he belonged to. Who either of them belonged to.
Charles snapped his fingers in front of Carlos’ face. “Earth to Carlos, you have to get out now.”
Carlos blinked, reminding himself of where he really was and where the boundary between reality and fantasy truly existed. “Yeah, sorry. Sorry, I-“
Charles bit his lip once again, leaning over Carlos’ lap to unlatch the door handle. His elbow brushed up against Carlos’ rather evident erection, Charles’ breath warming the skin just underneath his chin. If Carlos didn’t know any better he’d think Charles was about to kiss him, but the reality was so, so much worse.
Once Charles was completely stretched across his lap, the lace of his panties were on full display again. They’d ridden up on his hips just enough so that the small pink ball poked out of his jeans, resembling the tail of a bunny rabbit.
“What’s wrong, mate?” Charles growled with cruelty in his voice, “Aren’t you getting off- oops! I mean, getting out?”
The innocent batting of his eyelids couldn’t hide the fire behind them, and Carlos suddenly knew what this was about.
At the last race, Carlos had told Max that he couldn’t fly back with him because he was catching a flight with one of his mates. A practiced lie that he’d been telling all weekend but, of course, it had to be the one time he didn’t need to lie about it that he’d told it with Charles standing right next to him.
“Can’t keep the fans waiting, hmm?” Charles said, unclipping Carlos’ seatbelt and adjusting himself back up to a sitting position.
A few photographers looked like they were nudging each other, looking their way.
“Fuck you, Leclerc,” Carlos spat, finally getting out of his seat, “You’re going to pay for that.”
Charles put on his perfectly dimpled smile. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”
Carlos had only a moment of quiet when he entered his hotel room later that night. He’d spent all day talking about himself and his career and all of the contract options that felt like they were shrinking as quickly as they were growing. He just wanted to think about tomorrow, about this weekend, but that isn’t nearly as interesting to everyone else once the rumor mill starts turning.
All the while, the only thoughts that were actually running through his head were flashes of pink lace and that damned ball of fluff. Did Charles really change when he got to the Ferrari motorhome? Was there anyone that could tell what was making the Monegasque glow like he was? Did no one else get a glimpse of the most wonderful, torturous sight known to man?
Carlos closed the door behind him and let out a deep breath before opening his eyes to the sight laid out before him.
Charles, on the bed, ass up like it was nothing. Like the way that he was bowing forward with his elbows sinking into the sheets was just a casual pose, that his lip tucked between his teeth wasn’t driving Carlos wild. His back was as bare as his legs, the only stitch of clothing on him being that god forsaken set of panties. One lone ball of fluff poking out at the hem as if it were calling out to Carlos, “Come and fuck me, already.”
“Well?” Charles purred, tired thighs slightly quivering as he arched his belly further down and his ass further up, “What are you waiting for?”
Carlos dropped everything he was holding, phone included, and pounced.
He yanked Charles up by the chin to crush their lips together, grabbing the back of his head with the other hand to keep him still as his mouth was devoured. Charles used his shaking hands to pull and yank and unbuckle the pants Carlos was so unfortunate to be wearing, desperate to get to the hard on that took no time at all to arrive.
“Fuck, you’re as desperate as I am,” Carlos moaned, fingers gripping at the base of Charles’ neck.
Charles didn’t bother with a response, choosing instead to drop his head down to nuzzle against the tented underwear. His hot mouth was soaking the fabric, teeth just slightly grazing along the shape of his shaft. Carlos shifted his hips forward, eyes fixed not on the sight below him but on the lace panties that had been mocking since that very morning. Both of them moaned in sync as Charles’ mouth practically sucked him through the fabric of his underpants.
“Off, off!” Charles whined, “I need… please, Carlos…”
Carlos pulled his desperate little boyfriend away just long enough to free his cock before it disappeared into Charles’ perfect mouth. He put his hand to the side of his face just to feel the way Charles had to stretch his jaw and take him completely, that small click right at the joint that tells him Charles is doing everything he can to make sure not an inch goes without.
He sat there with his cock simply sitting on Charles’ tongue the same way it had so many times before. As desperate as he had been, Charles was always one to take his time. They’d spent one evening back during the winter break just laying in front of the fire, Carlos lounging back while Charles’ mouth on him for nearly an hour before the kneeling made him whimper in discomfort.
Carlos leaned forward and slid his hands along Charles’ perfectly sculpted back. He could map out every muscle with his eyes closed, but why would anyone ever want to look away? Not when the main prize of the evening was just out of reach of Carlos’ finger tips.
“Come on, up.” Carlos said, his voice measured yet firm.
Charles pulled back slowly, a thick strand of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” Carlos patted him on the head, “I just want something else tonight.”
He nodded in understanding as Carlos twirled his finger around. Charles backed up and spun around, perking his ass up even higher than before.
“Then take it already,” He groaned.
Hmm, impatient. Carlos can’t have that.
He took his hands and started massaging up Charles’ thighs, kneading his fingers into the aches and pains that shivered away at his touch. His thumbs swiped gently at the base of Charles’ ass, digging into the crease. Slowly, he pushed the fat apart until all he could see was a puckered hole waiting behind a thin show of lace. He dared to lean his head in and lick a stripe along the fabric, pressing his tongue at the opportune position.
“F-fuck, Carlos…” Charles whined, shuddering as he retreated from the warm touch, “I can’t-”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Carlos reassured, moving the panties just to the side to give him better access.
He nuzzled his nose between Charles’ asscheeks and began lapping at his hole. Every shudder and twitch and moan that came from Charles only prompted him further, darting his tongue in and out until he was practically fucking him with it.
“Please, baby, I- fuck, I need-”
Charles cut himself off with a cry as one of Carlos’ hands snuck around and began pulling on his cock through the pink fabric. There was no relent as Carlos attacked him from both sides, synchronizing the pace with Carlos’ hips as he thrust into the mattress below them.
Charles was getting close, that Carlos could feel. The slight twitch of his balls and the pitch of his moans were sure enough signs that everything was going to come to a crashing halt soon enough.
So he pulled himself away.
The gasp that escaped Charles’ mouth was unlike anything he’d heard before the flop of his body falling to the bed. “Carlos, please….”
Carlos pulled Charles by his hips and dragged him to the end of the bed, letting his tired legs dangle off the edge. He only stepped back for a moment to remove the rest of his clothing, but if he’d taken just a few extra seconds to watch the cotton tail twitch with Charles’ trembling body… well, who could blame him.
He leaned over Charles to press a kiss to the back of his neck, whispering “my bag or yours?”
Charles stayed quiet for a moment. He had to have known what Carlos meant, asking which bag they packed the lubes and condoms into, but his hesitancy to answer felt strange.
“My love, where are they?” Carlos asked again, nipping at the side of his neck.
Charles preened into the motion and sighed, “Mine, it’s in mine.”
Carlos placed a firm kiss at the top of his head before regretfully pulling away. He walked just to the entrance of the room where he dug through Charles’ bag for a few minutes. The bottle of lube was easy enough to find, right where they always kept it, but the condoms must have been thrown into a different pocket.
He was just about to start digging in his own bed when he heard a muffled sound coming from the bed.
“What did you say?” Carlos called out.
Charles shifted his head so that he was looking towards Carlos, his flushed cheeks smushed against the bedding, “I left the condoms at home, okay? Can you just fuck me now?”
Carlos rose to his feet and slowly walked over, practically vibrating as he asked, “You want me to fuck you raw? You think you deserve that?”
As helpless as the bunny he was pretending to be, Charles nodded his head and spread his legs. He was clearly chewing on the inside of his mouth, eyes shining as they waited for some sort of response from the Spaniard.
What he got in return was the feeling of his pretty little panties being pulled to the side and two lube-covered fingers entering him.
“That’s what you want, eh?” Carlos snarled, using his other hand to cover his cock in the cold liquid, “You want me to take? Then I will take, conejito.”
He pulled the soft fabric down and positioned himself right at Charles’ hole, just barely pushing the tip in before having to take a moment. They’d gone without condoms only a handful of times in their relationship, mostly because they started so casually and never seemed to change their routines once they realized they were it for each other. The warmth of Charles with nothing else keeping them separated took Carlos’ breath away each time.
He inched forward, wanting to savor the moment but knowing that’s not what either of them needed right now. Carlos got nearly halfway in before letting his body take over, pulling back until just the tip remained again and slamming back in to make up the difference.
“Ah!” Charles cried out, shoving his face down into the mattress.
“Yes, yes,” Carlos was building up speed as he held Charles’ hips down, “don’t hide your pretty moans now, conejito. Let me hear them.”
Charles just barely lifted his head as Carlos got into a steady pace, letting slip every cry and wail he had in him. Carlos pushed deep and hard into his little bunny rabbit, his balls slapping against the cotton tail with every thrust. He held Charles’ hip up a few inches to get that perfect angle just so, permitting him another cry from the man below him.
“Yes, Carlos, just like that,” Charles cried, no longer caring about keeping a steady volume.
Carlos huffed, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep sounding like that.”
Angling his own hips, Carlos could feel Charles clench around his cock with the next thrust. His legs were no longer trembling, all of the muscles engaged as he practically chased what was rightfully his.
“Fuck, you want me to breed you? Want me to breed my sweet little bunny? Fill you up until the only thing you can do is have my babies?” Carlos could not imagine the words spilling from his mouth, but he couldn’t imagine keeping them in either.
This time, Charles turned his head towards the mattress to practically scream his name and Carlos did nothing to stop it. He could barely hear anything as his abdomen tightened and his thrusts grew sloppier. He wrapped his hands around Charles’ waist, pulling them closer together as he came with a shudder.
By the time his vision returned to him, Carlos was laying flat across Charles’ back in a sweaty, panting mess. Charles was breathing just as hard, if not harder due to the fact that a groan man was sprawled out on top of him.
“Come on, baby, come here.” Charles managed to get out as he slowly moved his body from underneath the Spaniard.
Carlos whined rather pathetically as he felt himself slip out of Charles, a trail of cum leaking out with it. He forced himself to get up, his tired arms reaching for the tissues on the bedside table to clean themselves up. They’ll probably shower in a few minutes, rinse themselves of one of the few perks that condoms had given them over the years, but both of them were so limp that it would just have to wait for now.
Charles fully discarded the now cum soaked panties, tossing them dramatically across the room before flipping himself over and spreading his arms out. Carlos is pulled up to rest his head on Charles’ chest, softly kissing his pectorals as he wraps his arms around the world's best body pillow. His eyes are closed when he feels a set of fingers brushing his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.
“You thought about that all day, hmm?” Charles chuckled, Carlos’ head bouncing with the vibration.
“I nearly left during lunch to pin you down in your driver's room.” Carlos hummed softly.
Charles placed a kiss at the top of his lover's head. “Are you going to call me your mate in front of Max again?”
“Maybe,” Carlos pulled Charles closer to him, nuzzling his face into his neck, “but only if it's the only way to get you to mate me again.”
Charles laughed again, gripping Carlos’ hair even tighter as he threw his other arm around his shoulders. “Oh, don’t worry, we will be doing that again.”