𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚗

~𝚈/𝙽~

"Help me, please... please!" Charles begs me with a pained expression, his eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunched up. "I will... I will..." I try to calm him down. I don't know what he has. I came to his room because I wanted to cheer him up after he crashed, which was obliviously not his fault. I know that because I was in his garage, listening to his radio. Yea, I snuck away from Nando's garage and came over to Charles'. I just couldn't resist, wanting to be near him as much as possible. The Ferrari mechanics even brought me a chair and placed me in front of their monitors together with a cola. Such nice people.

As I came to his drivers room I wasn't sure if I should disturb him and I felt bad as I stepped in the room but now I am glad that I did it. I'm here for him, which isn't that bad I think. I support his arm at his elbow with my hand, trying to be as soft as possible. "I will take off your glove." I inform him and he finally opens his eyes and looks down at me. He just nods and observes me while I open the velcro fastener. "What hurts?" I ask and pull off the glove centimetre for centimetre.

"There is this really bad stink in my shoulder, which wanders up and down. I even feel it in the side of my neck. I don't know where it comes from, it just started out of nowhere." He breathes heavily between his words. I look at his hand, trying to see something like a a forming bruise but I can't see anything, probably given the fact that his shoulder hurts. "I can't see anything until now... Let us get you out of this suit first, okay?" I ask and look at him for confirmation. He nods and opens the collar of his race suit with his other hand. I help him to stand up.

He is slightly swaying, which is why I fixate my gaze on his eyes. His pupils are normal and are still surrounded of his blue orbs, nothing unusual. How I love his eyes. They are so beautiful I could stare at them the entire day... but that is a thing I should concentrate on later. "Are you feeling dizzy?" I ask and try to hold him in place. "The pain plays with my head..." He says and places his left hand on my shoulder for support. I really have no idea what it could be. Maybe, a pinched nerve, a sprained bone or even a dislocated shoulder. I would avoid the latter one because it would look much more obvious. I open the zipper and, together with my help, he pulls his left arm out of the tight leather suit.

Revealing a perfect formed body under the even tighter fireproofs. I let my hands wander over his body as I help him slip out of the suit. As I come to the right arm I let him turn around and pull the leather slowly off his shoulder, not letting him move at any point. Then I turn him slightly, so I could slowly slip the rest of the his arm out of the racing suit. His upper body now completely out of it, only stuck in the fireproofs. As he faces me again I look up at him. His eyes are full of pain but also so soft. My hands wander over his chest, without me noticing at first. I was never so near him, or? If, I can't remember.

Our faces are only centimetres away from each other and his eyes jump down to my lips then up again. His breath catches like mine and my gaze also jumps down to his lips. I thought about this for days... months... no, years. I always thought about it as we were little and I watched him carting. I just never told Mick about it because he definitely would have snitched it to my brother and Lew. I couldn't risk that because then I wouldn't have been allowed to ever accompany Mick on a carting race again.

Charles hisses again, which snaps me back into reality. "We also should get you out of the fireproofs! They maybe press even more down on whatever it is." I suggest. Why does it sound like I desperately try to undress him instead of helping him? Does it sound desperate to him? But the thought of me pulling the shirt over his head and undress his torso with that gives me goosebumps. He probably looks as good as in the ice bathing videos under this white material. I watched those videos to often. Normally, I should be ashamed but if I'm being honest with myself I have to admit that he is fucking hot and that I'm probably not the only one who watches the videos on loop. I want to let my hands wander over his body and my fingertips to trace over every muscle and curve that exists on this greek god body of his but that is impossible. He doesn't feel the same, or? I mean his looks tell me different.