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Carlandoooooo

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Summary: Carlos hears about what Lando has been saying about himself over comms and goes to comfort his broken hearted boyfriend.

IMPORTANT: This was originally posted by @a_skyofcottoncandy on Ao3 so if you like it, go give it Kudos on there! (Yes I did get permission to post here!)

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"I'm fucking shit." Lando muttered, not realizing that his earpiece was one and everyone could hear him. "What the fuck am I doing? Just so shit sometimes!" He turned into the pit and got out of his car. Lando wanted to throw his helmut down on the pavement and cry.

Getting p10 in your 1st or 2nd year of Formula 1 is expected and (depending on your team) celebrated. But getting p10 in your 4th year of F1? Lando just hoped he gets an earful from Zac or Oscar. He deserves it after all. It's not like he had been doing bad lately.

It's just he always thought that by his fourth year he would finally get a win. All of the second or third places had been really getting to him. The Brit has never wanted to curl up in his bed and cry more than he did then. He got through most of the interviews without tears suddenly coming to his eyes. And then one of the reporters told him that his teammate had also been bumped down, to p6.

Lando wanted to punch someone in that moment.

He ran back to his hotel room, ignoring his engineer wanting to talk and Zac asking what was wrong. The team leader sighed, before taking out his phone and dialing the one person who could help Lando.

CARLOS

"Carlos!" Fred yelled through the garage. The Spaniard stopped his conversation with his teammate, looking at his team leader. Fred handed Carlos his phone and the Spaniard looked at him, confused. "It's for you." He nodded and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" He said confused. Carlos heard movement on the other end of the phone. "Hi Carlos, it's Zac." The Spaniard looked at his team leader, who only nodded.

Carlos repositioned the phone so he could hear better. "Hey Zac, what can I do for you?" The McLaren team leader sighed. "It's Lando. He's been acting weird lately and I think that qualifying was the breaking point. He hasn't talked to anyone since it ended."

Carlos's eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. "Where is he?" He asked alarmed. "Hotel room. 455 at the Hilton." That was all the Spaniard needed to jump out of his seat. "See you tomorrow!" He exclaimed, running towards his car. Charles was sending text after text after text about what Lando had said over comms, effectively breaking Carlos's heart. How could his beautiful, amazing, talented boyfriend ever think bad about himself?

He raced through the parking lot, desperate to try to get to his boyfriend. Lando meant the world to him and he couldn't bear to see him sad. Carlos started his Ferrari and speeded through the streets of Qatar towards the hotel. The night was lit up and it looked beautiful.

Definitely not meeting tonight's atmosphere.

He parked in the dimly lit driveway. Carlos rushed into the building, immediately getting in the nearest elevator. The elevator seemed to go as slowly as possible before it 'dinged', signaling he was on the third floor. Carlos scanned the room numbers before landing on 455. The Spaniard heard soft sobs through the door making his heart ache. He knocked three times.

"Coming!" He heard a shaky voice say from inside. The door opened, revealing a puffy faced Lando Norris. Carlos could feel his heart break at the sight. Lando was wearing one of Carlos's McLaren hoodies, his eyes all puffy and red, and his hair was sticking up in different directions. "Oh Cariño." The Spaniard cooed.

The Brit's eyes started to water again, tears sliding down his face. "Chili." Lando sniffled, wrapping his arms around the older man. He sobbed into his shirt as Carlos pulled him into the hotel room, shutting the door. Lando gripped Carlos as if he was magic and could fade away any minute.

"Tell me what's wrong Cariño." Carlos whispered.

Lando sniffled and reluctantly pulled away from the Spaniard. "I did horrible in qualifying and I'm just such a bad driver Carlos! It's been four years since I started racing in F1 and I haven't won a single race! I'm never gonna amount to anything in this world! I think every day that I should change careers. And I keep seeing comments and DM's about how I'm not good enough for you, and now I'm starting to think they're right. You're so hot and look at me, I'm... nothing but a-" He rambled, before Carlos stopped him.

The Spaniard took his boyfriend's face into his hands, stroking his face with his thumb. "No no no no Cariño! You're beautiful in every way shape and form! You can't listen to the internet. I love you and that's all that matters." Carlos cooed. Lando looked at him through his eyelashes.

Carlos closed the distance between them, kissing his lover tenderly. The Brit grasped his boyfriend's shirt, holding on tight. Whenever they shared an intimate moment, he was always holding on to his boyfriend tight, as he if he would disappear in front of him.

The two reluctantly parted and Carlos kissed away Lando's tears. Between every kiss, the Spaniard would say 'I love you' or 'You're beautiful' or 'No one compares to you'. Which of course made Lando's heart burst out of his chest. This goes on for a while until Lando stopped crying. He could suddenly feel himself growing tired, his body began slouching and powering down.

"Carlos?" He slurred, his eyes growing heavy. The Spaniard smiled, enjoying the domestic feeling of it all. "Yes Lan?" Lando blinked tiredly before wrapping his arms around his lover, resting his head onto Carlos's shoulder. "Wanna go to bed." He said into Carlos's skin.

"Have you showered yet Cariño?" Carlos asked. Lando shook his head and gasped when his boyfriend lifted him off the bed. He quickly wrapped his arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest. "What are you doing?" He asked. The Spaniard sat him down on the floor and started the water in the hotel's large bathtub. "We can't have you going to bed sweaty!" Carlos said.

He noticed Lando in the corner starting to nod off. Carlos walked over to him, before pausing. "Do you want help undressing Cariño?" Lando nodded sheepishly, and sluggishly lifted up his arms. Carlos took off his hoodie and t-shirt, throwing it on the chair outside the bathroom. Then he slowly took off Lando's pants, waiting for any sign that he should stop. "I can take of my boxers." Lando said, yawning.

Carlos nodded, before turning off the running water and putting some bubble bath in. He knew that Lando always had some on deck in case of a situation where he desperately needed a relaxing bubble bath. He quickly undressed himself before pulling a naked Lando into the bath with him. The warm water felt nice on their tense muscles, making Lando sleepier. He jumped when he felt hands in his hair but calmed when he realized it was just Carlos massaging his head.

"Is this okay Cariño?" Carlos asked. He nodded sleepily, cuddling into his lover's chest. He reached over Lando, grabbing his lavender shampoo. He put some on his fingers before massaging it into Lando's hair. Lando sighed contently. Carlos put the showerhead on the lowest pressure setting, washing the shampoo out of Lando's hair.

Once it was washed out, the Spaniard gently dried it with a towel and slowly got out of the tub. Lando groaned at the loss of warmth. Carlos smiled and quickly dried himself, getting dressed as well. He picked up Lando, drying him off with a fluffy towel. The Brit sleepily smiled at the warmth returning again. "I love you." Lando said sleepily.

Carlos smiled. "I love you too Cariño." The Spaniard helped his boyfriend get dressed carefully. The two of them slowly made their way to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Lando sleepily flopped onto the bed, dragging his lover into bed with him.

He immediately snuggled into the Spanish mans chest, wrapping his arms around Carlos's middle. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" Carlos asked. Lando groaned and pouted. "No. Sleepy time now." Lando closed his eyes and Carlos heard soft snores coming from next to him.

The Spaniard smiled and started running his hands through Lando's hair, making him smile contently. Carlos soon fell asleep as well, with his beautiful, amazing boyfriend snuggled up to him.