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and still you are, my drunken call - carlando

„something in the orange tells me we're not done."

Lando sat in his dark hotel room, his phone the only source of light. There was a bottle of gin in his left hand, while Instagram was open in his phone in his right hand. The floor he was sitting on was not cozy, but right now he didn't care.

Today's race was a disaster for many reasons. First his team did the worst pitstop he's ever seen, making him loose so many positions that he could've just retired the car. Then when Oscar was about to pass him, they had a little contact and while no one was really at fault because it was just too tight with Alonso also being there too, Lando got blamed for it. He took it, because what can he say? Oscar was about to make it onto the podium, but the damage made him finish P5 instead. Lando himself finished P11, so there was that.

As if all of this wasn't enough for him to be in a sour mood, he had to watch Ferrari getting a double podium, with Charles on the top step and Carlos right next to him. Of course Max was P3 but he couldn't care less about it. All he was focused on, were Charles and Carlos.

It wasn't so long ago that he and Carlos broke up, but while Lando was still in love with Carlos, it seemed like the Spaniard had already moved on. With none other than his new teammate and probably, subjectively the most gorgeous man in the paddock.

You shouldn't get him wrong, he was happy for Carlos. Getting on the podium again was much needed for him and Ferrari. He was even a little bit happy for Charles, that he was finally winning again after all the shit he had gone through. They are rivals yes, but they're also friends. What led him to finally open the bottle of gin tonight though, had nothing to do with racing. It was personal.

It was the way Lando had to watch how they both looked at each other at the podium. It was the way how he saw the little touches, that lingered a bit longer than they had to. The little things that no one else noticed. Like the way Carlos eyes had sparkled and he had this little fond but real smile on his face when Charles lifted his trophy. Things like that.

Right now, he was watching Charles Instagram-Story on repeat. Of course Ferrari was celebrating, of course Charles was close to Carlos. He always suspected he had a thing for Carlos too, but as long as he had Carlos for himself he wasn't worried. Charles had always respected their relationship, but it seemed like now that he had the opportunity he wanted to go for it. To go for the man he always wanted, but could never have.

It wasn't enough that he had to post the picture from the post-race-Interview where his hand was on Carlos thigh, no. He was also posting him and Carlos dancing and celebrating at some club in the city. The jealousy was eating him alive, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop himself from watching the stories all over again and he even found himself on Twitter, after he had drowned too many shots already. Of course he saw more videos there, because of course people were filming them. Not only at the club, but also at the restaurant they went to before.

To the public eye, they were just friends celebrating but Lando saw everything they didn't. Saw the way Carlos leaned into him when Charles whispered something to him. Saw the way he just let Charles touch him and just how he didn't care that Charles seemed to be in his space all the time. It was not like it was all Charles fault, even if he had a thing for Carlos, Carlos let it happen. He knew he did and that was probably the worst part.

His phone sank down, while the bottle touched his lips again. A tear fell down his cheeks, at first only one but more followed. He thought about how pathetic he was, drinking and crying over Carlos in his dark hotel room, while he was out enjoying his new life.