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treat you better - charlos

"i know i can treat you better than he can, cause a boy like you deserves a gentleman."

It was late on Sunday, the debrief with the team after the race in Monaco was going forever and Carlos just wanted to go to bed.

He already texted Lando, that it was going to be late but he was hoping that his boyfriend wouldn't be asleep when he came home. With all the adrenaline from the race he had a good chance, but even he was tired now. There was no buzzing inside of his veins anymore, because somewhere in the third discussion of why the car was bouncing around, it got replaced with tiredness.

Sometime around 1am they were finally done and carlos took off to their apartment.

Luckily they had an elevator that took him directly to their penthouse. It really has its advantages to be a formula one driver, especially when you're exhausted and just want to sleep.

When the doors open, he was suddenly hit with loud music. So either Lando was still awake or he fell asleep again during djing, which is something Carlos will never understand. He personally needed it quiet to fall asleep, like the rest of population but Lando never did. He always fell asleep anywhere and Carlos kind of admired him for that.

Despite the noise, he tried it with a "Honey, i'm home" but of course heard nothing back, so he just dropped his things and started his way over to their bedroom.

When he opened the door, his heart stopped beating for a second, he felt like his throat closed up and he wasn't even able to breathe.

What he saw was not Lando being asleep despite the loud music or making the music.

It was Lando riding Max Verstappen in their bed. In his and Carlos bed. In their home. They did not even hear him because they made so much noise themselves.

Max saw him first, his eyes wide and his movements stopping.

"Carlos..."

This cannot be real, he thought. This feels like a bad movie.

He couldn't move.

Lando stopped.

"Max did you just call me Carlos? I mean we're here but..."

Lando stopped, he closed his eyes for a second probably wishing it's not what he was thinking right now and then slowly following Max eyes.

"Carlos..." he repeated.

The tears builded themselves in Carlos eyes.

No, he couldn't cry, he won't satisfy him like that.

So he turned. He closed the door to what was once their bedroom and rushed to the elevator.

He heard Lando calling his name, tears now already falling from his eyes.

Fuck.

"Carlos, Carlos wait!" he heard Lando scream, the music was gone by now.

He pushed the stupid button a hundred times but it took forever. He weighted the option of going back and taking the stairs but then he had to face them again. Stupid apartment.

Of course Lando catches him, half dressed because the stupid elevator was still at floor 3 and not in the penthouse at 10.

"Carlos please, it's not what it looks like" Lando had the dare to plead.

He didn't answer.

He really doesn't the nerve to even answer that stupid lie.

Lando's hand landed on his shoulder.