F1 ONESHOTS

Max x Charles - Blind

Max

I was slowly walking into the hotel, where I lived. Obviously I lived in the house, normally, but since I wanted to go to the concert of my favourite band which was in a different country, I had to live in a hotel for some time. Not that I mind that much, I don't even know, how it looked inside, I just struggled with the furniture, which was placed differently than in my house. I asked at the reception, if I could move something, but they didn't allow that, so I have to stick with this.

When I got to the room, I sat on the couch and listened to the radio. I mean, I would love to watch TV, but when you're blind, you can't really watch it right?
I don't know how long I've been sitting and listening, but suddenly my phone buzzed to remind me, that I should get up and prepare to the concert, which I immediately did.
Since I can't see colours, I have only black and white clothes, so it wasn't that hard to decide, what to wear.

Once I was done, I walked to the reception, where my friend was supposed to meet me.
"Hi Max." I heard a familiar voice of my friend and I turned around to where the voice came from.
"Hi Lan, how are you?"
"Good, shall we?" He asked me, as he touched my arm. I nodded, so he guided me out of the hotel and to the taxi that was already waiting outside.

As we got out of the car, and through mass of people, that were really loud, I felt the excitement wash over me.
We were standing close to the podium in the small space where the concert was. It wasn't that big, because the band wasn't that famous, but I didn't mind that, I was just happy to be there. I mean, I wouldn't know if there was more people, because these are apparently loud enough to make me feel like being in the middle of New York.

Lando was right next to me and he was telling me, what was happening on the stage.
"They're here." Lando whispered to me. He started talking about how they looked, especially their guitarist, even though I heard it like thousand times before, but I didn't mind. At least I could imagine him better. Or like, try it.
They finally started playing and everyone went quiet. It was really beautiful and even if I couldn't see the people playing those instruments and the singer singing, I could hear the beautiful music I immediately fell in love with.

When the concert ended, Lando wanted to get a photo with them, well maybe only with his favourite one, but I didn't know, so we went behind the podium, where I could hear a lot of people. I waited for Lando, who came back after half an hour with his photo in his wallet. I could tell by his cheery voice that he was incredibly happy. In those times, I wished the most to be able to see. I want to see my friend in the photo with our most favourite musicians.
Lando called a taxi for us, when someone shouted at us.
"Can we go with you? There's no more taxis available." Person with french accent asked.

His voice was kinda similar, and when Lando shyly responded, I realised, that it must be the pianist and the guitarist. As Lando call them the most beautiful from the band.
They sat next to us.
"I'm Carlos." Said one with Spanish accent.
"Lando." My friend said and I was trying really hard not to laugh at his voice change. He told me like a million times, that Carlos is the best looking person alive, and I assume that he had a huge crush on him.
"I'm Charles, nice to meet you and your friend.."

He was probably waiting for my name, but Lando spoke first.
"That's Max." I smiled in their direction and adjusted my glasses, which covered my eyes, so it wouldn't be obvious that I'm blind. I think it was kinda obvious, because it was night.
"Hey" he said again, when my friend whispered to me that he was waiting for my hand to shake. I hesitantly reached out and then I felt another hand in mine. It was slightly ragged but warm and it felt nice to me.

We talked for a while and then they asked whether we would like to meet again sometime.

Few days after our first meeting, we decided to go to the park. I assumed that Lando must have spoken. He must have told them that I was blind, because they wanted to go to the cinema with us and changed it in last minute. But I didn't mind that much. It was better, if they knew. It was just strange, because I would assume that they already knew after my hesitant hand shake and sunglasses at night.

Charles

Week after we started hanging out, Max and Lando had to go home. They gave us theirs phone numbers, so we can meet again sometime, when we have some free time. We still had a few concerts to do and then we had a few weeks off before another tour. We weren't that famous, so we hadn't had that many concerts as other bands, but I felt like they were too much sometimes, even though they weren't that big.

Few months passed by without any meeting, because while we had our free weeks, Max and Lando had some work.

Our band had only one house, where we all lived as a roommates, so I knew that Lando and Carlos were calling at least once a day, which I found kind of funny. I mean, me and Max called every day, but Carlos was calling almost for the whole day.

We were finally finished with our tour and me and Max were supposed to meet. Lando and Carlos didn't want to come with us, probably because they wanted to be alone.

"Hi Max!" I greeted my friend and slightly touched his shoulder.
"Oh, hello Charles. So...where are we going?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"There's not much I can really do...would you mind, like, playing some piano for me? I know you did that every day for the pas few weeks but still." How was I supposed to say no to him?

I played some of my favourite songs and Max seemed to enjoy it very much and was smiling all the time.
After that we sat on the couch and just talked.
"Can I maybe see your eyes?" I asked out of nowhere, when I was thinking about him wearing glasses all the time. I saw him tense a bit.
"It's okay, if you don't want that though."
"No...it's fine." He then took his glasses off and opened eyes.

It felt almost like he could see me. I was slightly taken aback, by the beauty of his eyes.
"Wow." I said and he blushed.
"I would really like to see you now." He said.

I thought for a while and then I took one of his hands and lifted it from the couch, where it was resting just to bring it up to my face, where I placed it. Max smiled.
"Can I?"
"Yes." He then started to touch my face and trace it with his fingers. I closed my eyes focussing on the feeling of his warm hand on my eyebrows, nose and the lips, then the chin and hair.

I knew it was weird, maybe even bad, but I wanted to kiss him so badly, when he was touching me, and when he run his hand through my hair, I had to bite my lip not to moan, but failed.

I looked back at him, scared of his reaction, but his smile only grew bigger.
"You like that don't you?" He teased me and did that again, with the same response from me.
"You're a tease you know that?" I said when he let his hand fall back on the couch.

"I think you're really beautiful. I wish I could see you so bad." He only replied.
"But that's impossible, I know..."
"You might not be able to see me, but you can feel me." I offered a bit scared, if I crossed the line.
"Okay." He replied quietly and turned his head back to me.

I got closer to him and put a hand on his cheek. He blushed and I think I did too. At least he doesn't know that.
I know he already agreed but I still asked again if he's okay with that.
"Please." He only said before I pressed my lips to his. He immediately kissed back and even though I felt that he was inexperienced, it was still amazing.

"Wow, that was...amazing...can we do that again?" He asked and who was I to say no?