F1 Driver X Driver

Hold Me - Carlando

Almost every night since the heartbreaking race in Spa, Lando and Carlos had been sharing a bed any chance they got. Whenever they weren't at home, or in different places due to their jobs, the two F1 teammates would stay in the same hotel, sharing a room even when they had booked separate ones. Eventually it had become a routine for the two drivers to spend the night together, to sleep in the same bed after a long day only to wake in one anothers arms the next morning.

They would play video games like FIFA the evening before, watch a movie or just talk about everything and nothing before falling asleep together.

This little routine had begun back in Belgium. Lando had suspected Carlos had done it out of pity, or because he didn't want to be alone after the accident in Spa. Thankfully the young Brit was wrong.

The last few days had been rough, cruel even. 
On Sunday, Lando's father hadn't been able to watch the race for one second without waves of nasuea passing over him or his head spinning with dizzyness. The young driver's mother couldn't go on watching, tears blurring her vision.
Even his siblings were worried.
Lando could feel it when he hugged them the day after. Something had changed in them, his mother and father too. He couldn't put a name to it, or explain the feeling, but it was there. He just wasn't sure what 'it' was.

Lando's family felt awful they weren't able to be by his side that weekend, but were relieved when Lando had reassured them, telling them how Carlos had comforted him, keeping him company. He was too embarrassed to mention how the Spaniard had stayed the whole night long, holding Lando in his arms under the covers, even though they were only friends.

His parents had been very relieved by this information. They'd already met Carlos, taking an instant liking to him, wich was understandable. The Spaniard was very likable.

Durning the days following the accident, everything seemed almost normal again. Lando and Max played together on their computers, he trained, did media meetings on Wednesday and spent the rest of his free time with his family.

During the daytime Lando was fine, preoccupied with many different things. However, when night time came around, he lay in bed alone, staring at the ceiling.
Emotions would wash through him and most nights he would cry himself to sleep only to wake again.
The accident would flash in his mind and his thoughts would drift.
He would think of his accident, how that turned out, the risks he took every time he sat in the car, the risks he took for his passion.

Lando would also think about Carlos.
The way his eyes shone, his accent, his perfect messy hair, his tanned skin and how Lando felt curled up in his arms.
Silent tears would fall down his cheeks whilst he thought about everything all at once.
He didn't want to be alone.
Lando wanted to be with Carlos so bad.
He felt nervous. Scared even. Why? He didn't know and that made him feel uneasy.
Lando wasn't sure what was going on with him.

Sleeping alone in his hotel room the young Brit knew the events of the past few weeks couldn't be an excuse to sleep with the Spaniard again. But he still missed having his teammate near. Even though he'd slept alone for the past week, he still craved having Carlos close to him, and knowing he was so near, just a few rooms away, made him wish for him so dearly.

But he was too scared and ashamed to ask for it. It didn't help that Carlos didn't say a word about it, never suggesting it again let alone mentioning it. So, Lando fell asleep alone yet again, a strange feeling pooling deep inside his stomach.

Hours later, Lando awoke, bathed in sweat and his chest rising and falling wildly. Quickly he sat up, the need to throw up violently strong.
He felt horrible and couldnt calm down. Flashes of the nightmare were still fresh in his mind.