Checkered Love

Sky Gator Teases

After clearing customs and dropping your luggage off with the airline staff, you reach Carlos' plane. You are the first one to arrive and spend some time looking around, imagining what you'd do if you and Carlos were an item.

"Like what you see?" Carlos entered the plane, and you didn't hear him, so he startled you. 

"Yeah, it's really a beautiful plane. I couldn't do a better job, even if I tried." 

He smiles at you and waves you over to sit across from him in preparation for takeoff.

After texting on his phone, he puts it away and starts chatting with you. "So...I've never got the opportunity to ask you what you like doing outside of work?"

You look up from the magazine you were pretending to flip through and put it down. "I've got lots of interests, I like being outdoors, working out, sports, and cooking."

"Wow, versatile dama indeed! I'm quite tired, so you if don't mind, I am going to get some sleep. You should too, there are a long few days ahead of us."

"Sounds like a great idea," you say and ask the flight attendant for a pillow and a blanket. You put the headphones on and a movie and before you know it, you've drifted into a deep sleep.

Some hours later you wake up and look over at Carlos who is staring at you. "Sainz, why are you staring at me? It's creepy." 

He throws a pillow at you. "You're snoring so loud, I couldn't sleep so now I'm watching you instead."

"Don't start a pillow fight you can't win. I am a pillow fighting queen."

You're still busy waking up, when Carlos with his bed hair gets up and starts playfully bashing you with another pillow as you scream in delight."

"Hey! You're not fighting fair, you're exceeding track limits, so I am docking points against your boss license."

He concedes for a second, before you get on your knees and bash him back with the pillow, taking him by surprise.

"Ha, lighting quick responses I see," he teases you. "You're holding out on me Y/n. What are you waiting for?"

Your next words stop him cold in his tracks. "Careful what you wish for Sainz." And without warning he bends down so you are at eye level, and takes you chin in his hand. "Dama, you should know better by now than to tease me with your mouth, you might get penalties of your own."

You swallow hard and your stomach starts to rumble. "Food first", you say matter of factly.

He smiles at you and shakes his head, calling the flight attendant to bring a late dinner. Over dinner you ask Carlos about his family and you chat for a while, sitting on couches opposite each other.

By now you are a few hours into your flight and you are in desperate need of a hot shower. "Dinner was lovely, thank you. I'm going to take a shower."

He winks at you and off you go. You turn on the shower, peel your clothes off and walk into the steam clouds enjoying your shower to the fullest. After taking your time, you turn off the water. As you get out of the shower you realize that there are no towels. There's no button to call the flight attendants and you are stuck.

You decide there's no other option but to call Carlos. You open the door a bit and call out to him. After the second time, he slowly comes around the corner, a huge grin on his face, towel in his hand.

Your mouth drops open. "You knew there were no towels in here?"

He nods his head. "So what are you going to do now?" He asks, enjoying the sheer panic in your eyes. 

You start smiling in spite of yourself and your awkward situation. "Can I please have a towel?"

"No," he says and starts turning away. 

"Sainz," you wail in protest.

"What are you going to do? Chase me naked in my airplane?" He asks leaning in the doorway around the corner.

"I told you, I will get you when you sleep. It's when you least expect it."

He walks over to you and comes close to your face and says, "Good, I'm looking forward to it." He finally hands you the towel, you quickly wrap it around you and once he turned the corner, you rush to the bedroom locking the door.

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You emerge from the bedroom a while later and go back to the lounge. Carlos is lying on the couch, busy texting. He looks up when he sees you. He looks at you taking you in. 

"I've ordered desert and after we're going to play FIFA 23 on playstation. You in?"

"Yeah, sure," you smile at him and sit down.

"My turn to hit the shower, I'll see you in a bit."

________________________________________________________________________________After Carlos has been gone a while, his phone starts ringing non-stop. Worried that there might be an emergency you pick it up and see Isa's name on the screen. "Hello, Isa? Yes, it's Y/n. Carlos is..."

She starts totally freaking out on you. "What? Why are you answering Carlos's phone. Put.Him.On.IMMEDIATELY!"

"Isa, he will phone you back, I can't..." You try to protest, trying not to tell her he's in the shower...naked.

She's just having none of it. "I SAID PUT CARLOS ON THE PHONE, what is so difficult about it?"

You sign and say, "Just a moment please," and you put her on mute.

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You walk to the bathroom, noticing the door is completely open. You see him standing in front of the mirror putting on after shave, his hair still dripping from the shower. The whole scene is an assault on your senses. The beauty of the Spanish man in front of you, coupled with his intoxicating sense.

He senses your presence and turns to look at you. "You admiring the view, Y/n?" he cheekily asks?

"Errrmmm, s-sorry to disturb you, but Isa is on the phone and she's sounds upset. She needs to talk to you."

Wordlessly he walks over to you, and gently takes the phone from your hand before saying "Do me a favor and check up on our dessert will you?"

You turn around and hear the door softly close behind you. You linger for a few seconds longer, listening to Carlos mansplaining himself to Isa, who is no doubt giving him the third degree. 

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A while later Carlos emerges from the bathroom with a nonplussed look on his face. But you can't help to sense that something changed in him since the phone call. 

He walks past you on the couch, and you take his hand looking up at him. "It's none of my business Sainz, but are you ok?", you ask with genuine concern. He looks at you, his fingers rubbing gently on your knuckles and not too gently pull you to your feet, making your eyes grow wide with shock.

"She's being difficult for no reason I guess. But let's not talk about it for now. Ready for that game?" he asks while smiling at you.

You look at him for a second and you see sad, but intent eyes staring back at you. "I'm so sorry," you say as you pull him into a hug and holding him tight. You feel him stiffening for a second before he wraps his arms around you too, hugging you even closer. You don't want the moment to end as you bury your face in his neck and feel his body relaxing against yours. 

All too soon the moment is broken by the stewardess clearing her throat. "Ahem! Mr. Sainz your desserts and the game setup is ready. Also, I have Mr. Vasseur on the phone for you." After she turns to walk away, he gives you one last squeeze and slowly releases you, looking you in the eyes. He softly holds your chin, rubbing his thumb over it. "You have no idea how much I needed that. You're amazing. Don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon." After he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead he goes to the bedroom to take Fred's call, leaving you with your Carlos Sainz feels to yourself.