Always a rainbow? [Lewis Hamilton + Charles Leclerc]

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'Lew, do it already.' Charles said nudging Lewis’s shoulder.

'Are you sure?' Lewis asked him for the millionth time. The Monegasque sighed before holding the Brit's face between his hands and said ' Hamilton, just do it.' Lewis nodded and clicked on his phone.

It was done. They had made their first joint post. It shouldn’t feel like such a milestone, bit for some reason it did.

Charles knew Lewis needed it just as much as him. The Brit might not show it anymore but he was still hurt and angry- angry at the FIA, at Mercedes, at Toto, at Ferrari and at himself.

Immediately, after the stewards had announced their decision, Lewis walked away with his head high and a neutral expression. Why you may ask? Because he was Lewis Hamilton.

'The role model. As the FIA put it so beautifully.

The thought made his stomach clench, so he tried to shake it off.

Charles knew better than anyone that it was just a facade that Lewis had put on. He was familiar with it. Too familiar.

He didn’t bother telling anyone from the team that he was leaving. They were anyway too busy with Carlos' podium and the few who saw him making his way out of the back exit, didn’t dare approaching him. And Charles was grateful for that.

He didn’t know how but he made it back to the hotel room. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he walked in their hotel room, which was a complete mess- perfume bottles, glasses and vases were thrown on the floor and the mattress were turned over and in the middle of that Lewis was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, his knees pulled up and his face buried in his hands. Charles strolled towards Lewis, crouched down and sat next to him, with his back also against the bed and his legs stretched out in front of him.

A heavy silence fell upon them. And after some time- that could have been minutes or merely seconds, Lewis raised his head and turned it towards him.

Charles breath got caught in his throat. The Monegasque had never seen Lewis like that. The vulnerability in those brown eyes was killing him.

Without thinking about it, Charles stroked Lewis's cheek, who simply closed his eyes and let a solemn tear fall down his eye.

Unhesitatingly, Charles lunged forward and pulled the Brit's head in his lap. It was the final straw for Lewis who let out a strangled sob, his shoulders shaking as he cried. Charles let him and it didn’t take long until the Brit's breath came out quiet and regular.

Charles should wake Lewis up and move them to the bed, but he didn’t had the energy to do it. So he merely let his hand slide through, Lewis's hair, massaging his temples.

Charles had never felt so helpless in his life. If it was up to him, he would just stay here forever with Lewis. But it wasn’t up to him.

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Charles woke up to the piercing sound of the alarm clock. He reached out and picked up that damn clock before turning it off. It was just 7 am - who the fuck sets an alarm for 7 on a non-race day? Well, don't answer the question. Charles knew very well whi did it and he couldn't even be angry on Lewis, considering the Brit was the one who put him on the bed. He placed the alarm clock back on the side table and crawled out of the warm bed.

The room was clean. Everything was back on it's place and Lewis wasn't anywhere to be seen. Of course he wasn't.

Charles would bet his right arm and his beloved ferrari seat that Lewis was running on one of those crowded streets of Austin- shirtless.

The Brit could count himself happy that Charles wasn't one of the jealous type- well, mostly.

Charles shook his head at himself and walked towards the balcony- where he found a cup of fresh coffee and a card which said 'There's always a rainbow after every storm'. Charles couldn't help but smile at that.

Leave it to his man to be still that positive after such a disastrous race.

Charles was still at the balcony when he heard the hotel door being opened and Lewis calling his name.

'I'm out here.' He called back and seconds later a shirtless Lewis Hamilton, with sweat droplets streaming down his torso appeared in front of him.

The Monegasque licked his lips. He wanted to do unholy things to that body, but not yet. He had things to sort out first, so he wrapped his arms around Lewis , pulling the Mercedes driver closer. '

Always a rainbow? Hmmm, cliché much', he teased the older one. Lewis hit Charles playfully on the arm saying ' You like my daily quotes. Don't pretend like you don't.'

Charles really did, but he would never admit it. Not even if you were to point a gun at him.

Not knowing how to respond to that, Charles simply embraced Lewis tightly.

He didn’t know how but he was sure that they would make it through the bad times, aka their respective teams and the FIA sabotaging them- together.

Then there was a rainbow waiting for them after the end of the rain.