It was the sunday evening of the race in Imola and Max was giving a party to celebrate his first win of the season. It was held in a seperate room of the hotel where most of the drivers were staying for the period of time.
Carlos was contented with his performance considering he had started from P11 and had finished P5 and driving the Ferrari in changing conditions for the first time. So he was able to enjoy the celebration to the fullest. It was the same for his former teammate Lando who even finished one place ahead of him.
Carlos was currently sitting alone on one of the sofas at one side of the big room, taking a sip from his beer once in a while. It was quite late already, he had danced already for a long time and wanted to take a break. So he just nodded to the music while looking around.
His gaze stopped at Lando who was sitting on the bar and looking straight back at him. He hadn't talked very much with the Brit today but they had congratulated each other on their solid performances.
When Lando had come to the party earlier the evening, he seemed a bit different to Carlos. It felt like Lando was surrounded by a different aura.
In any case, Lando looked really hot with his black jeans and plain white long-sleeve pullover, his fine curls styled with some hair wax. Carlos had to admit to himself that he had a big weakness for the younger one.
Carlos was brought out of his thoughts when Lando still continued to look at him while nipping lascivioudly on his drink. Carlos couldn't look away how Lando's tongue circled around the straw before closing his mouth around it. That stirred something inside Carlos making him feel all hot. What was the other one trying to achieve with that? Was he flirting with him or was it just a joke?
The Spaniard got his answer when Lando suddenly got up and walked over to him. Without any further words, he sat on Carlos' lap slinging his arms around his neck.
Lando was giving Carlos a hard time even beginning to move slowly to the music. The younger one made it difficult for him to control himself. He couldn't resist the temptation to put his hands on the hips of the man sitting on his lap facing him.
The other people didn't seem to notice or they didn't show it. But Carlos wouldn't even notice because he was looking astonished at Lando who looked back at him with a cheeky grin.
Carlos wasn't sure how drunk Lando was, taking into consideration that he had a quite low alcohol tolerance because he drinks really rarely.
The older one snapped out of his rigid when Lando leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Here are so much people, let's go somewhere else."
Carlos' eyes widened being totally stunned by the other ones words.
"W-why?" He stuttered, not understanding the world anymore at all.
Normally, Carlos would be the confident one of them. He knew, Lando sometimes had this sassy side but right now was on a whole other level. That was something new. He never expected him to act like this towards him. Lando usually was rather a little bit nervous and sometimes shy around him than thid bold.
Maybe the alcohol was the reason. Or did Lando perhaps like him for real? The signs were quite clear but could that be reality?
Carlos was torn out of his thoughts when Lando suddenly licked over his earlobe.
"I think you know why", he said seductively and looked at the Spaniards crotch.
Yes, Carlos' body was reacting to Lando. Of course it would. He felt so hot inside. But can you scold him for that? After all, his secret crush was sitting on his lap while whispering things into his ear giving him dirty hints.
