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pierre gasly x carlos sainz

Football as love language

POV Pierre

After an overall good weekend Pierre was more than happy to finally be able to leave the paddock.

He just wanted to lay down in his bed and sleep until he had to get up to catch his flight the next morning.

It was only when he saw someone sitting on the floor behind the Ferrari motorhome that he stopped.

Pierre knew it wasn't Charles, his bestfriend had texted him Hours ago that he was leaving.

After hesistating for a second he walked towards the ball of a human that had to be Carlos.

"Do you need a hug?"

Maybe it was too straight forward, but asking the other whether he was okay seemed unnessecary because he clearly wasn't.

Carlos however, only shook together and then looked up to him with an expression on his face that made Pierre wonder what happened that the other was so upset.

He decided to just sit down next to Carlos and let him decide whether he wanted to talk to him or not, but company was always good.

"Were you ever in love with someone and thought they love you back, just for them to tell you they already have a boyfriend?"

Pierre didn't know what he expected, but certainly not that.

"It just hurts so much. I thought he wanted to tell me that he likes me and then he just says that he wants me to meet his boyfriend and I.."

Pierre could see Carlos' eyes closing as he watched from the side.

"Well no, it never happened to me exactly this way, but I certainly know that ice-cream and sad movies are the best cure against heartbreak, so if you want to you can come to my hotelroom with me and we'll do exactly that. We just shouldn't tell our trainers."

A wave of satisfaction ran through him as he spotted the little smile on Carlos' face.

"Yeah that sounds good"

"Great"

Pierre energetically stood up and held his hand out for Carlos, who took it and pulled himself up.

"Are we going to get rid of the extra calories together tomorrow as well?"

Carlos eyes were hopeful.

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"Yes please."

-

Back at the hotelroom Pierre ordered them both a bunch of ice-cream while he let Carlos decide what they were going to watch. After he took the ice-cream from the nice room service, Pierre wandered further back into the hotelroom.

Seeing Carlos, leaning with his back against the head of the bed, knees pulled to his chest and the blanket pulled up under his chin did things to Pierre he didn't want to admit.

"I hope football is okay too. Always cheers me up and if not I can just cry more and it would be like a sad movie."

Pierre finally stopped his staring and turned to the TV, smiling slightly.

"No problem, I love football."

Before sitting down on his bed as well, Pierre went to the wadrobe to get a pair of joggers and a hoodie to put on.

"Do you want something more cozy to wear as well?"

He turned to Carlos the joggers and hoodie still in his hands.

"Yes please."

Smiling gently, Pierre handed him the clothes and got another pair of joggers and hoodie out for himself.

When they were finally both changed, they sat down on the be together and starting eating their ice-cream, while watching the football game on the Tv in a comfortable silence.

It was honestly endearing to Pierre watching Carlos cheer up every time real Madrid scored a goal or came near the opponents penalty box.

He hadn't lied when he said he loved football, but watching Carlos was far more entertaining. Pierre hadn't quite decided if that was a good thing or not, but right now he was too content to care about that.

-

At some point Pierre had fallen asleep. It was a Long day for him after all and before he had found Carlos all he wanted to do was go to his hotelroom and sleep.

He was horrificly awakened by his alarm. Groaning he pulled the duvet over his head,before forcefully pushing it down again and turning of the alarm.

Carlos was nowhere to be seen, which didn't lighten Pierre's mood. He thought they wanted to train the extra calories off together. Not that he missed Carlos in his bed or anything.

In order to properly wake himself up a bit more he took a shower, got dressed and brushed his teeth.

When he went back to his bed he found a small sticky note on his bedside table.

Buenas diás,

I hope you slept well. Thank you for yesterday, I don't know how long I would've sat there.

I sadly have an early flight so we can't train the calories off together. I didn't want to wake you yesterday evening so I just turned off the TV and went back to my room.

We can still train together when we're both in Italy some time.

Carlos

Pierre groaned at the way the little note made his heart flutter. For fuck sake, Carlos had literally just told him he got his heart broken yesterday. Now was really not the time to fall in love with the hot spanish Ferrari driver.

-

The two of them spent more and more time together, actually going to the gym, playing some Fifa and watching some football together.

And Pierre found himself falling more and more. Carlos wasn't only hot, he was also sensible, intelligent, passionate and determined.

He was also very touchy.

And it fucked with Pierre's head.

He wasn't entirely sure what to read into it. He knew Carlos was a touchy person in general, but somehow their hugs lingered just a tiny bit too long.

-

It was one day, the two of them cuddled up together on Pierre's sofa watching football.

"Let's go and play some football too"

Carlos said after the game was over and the sparkles in his eyes made it impossible for Pierre to say no.

They weren't actually playing football, that was kind of hard with just two people, but they were messing around a lot.

Playing tricks on each other and trying to dribble past one another.

When Pierre tried to tackle Carlos the other fell right onto him. Their faces only inches apart. What a fucking cliché.

"Hi"

Pierre couldn't do anything but stare. His body was acting on pure instinct, when he brought his hand up to pull Carlos' head down.

"I love you"

Was what he whispered, before a pair of warm smooth lips settled on his.