Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 17

Just clearing up any possible misunderstanding, last chapter the Max on Lando's phone was Max Fewtrell and not Verstappen :)
I realised maybe the Quadrant thing wasn't as clear as I thought so yeah. Anyways enjoy the chapter!

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POV: Carlos

As soon as everyone leaves, I go looking for Lando in the house. He can't be very far can he? It's still early and I thought we could play something, maybe golf if he wants, or anything else really. But I can't find him, and start to worry. After a few minutes, I ask my mom if she saw him, and she smiles before answering me.

— Pues lo vi dirigirse por ahí, creo que está en la habitación de invitados, con el futbolín y todo eso que tu padre insistió en poner ahí. (Well I saw him going over there, I think he's in the guests' room, the one with the table soccer and all of this, that your father insisted on putting there) She says in a slightly annoyed voice, and I can't help but smile at the familiarity of her tone.

— Gracias mamá! (thanks mom!)

I then hurriedly go over there, swearing about how dumb I can be. I could have asked way sooner, that way I wouldn't have taken this long to actually find him. But all of my thoughts disappear when I'm met with the cutest view ever. Lando is sleeping, a pair of headphones on, his body all curled up on the sofa.

Not wanting to wake him up, I take a seat in front of him instead, not resisting the urge to watch him while he's so peaceful. The usual Lando is so energetic, always bouncing everywhere, that when he's sleeping it's like a picture frozen in time, it's so mesmerizing. I realise I might look creepy right now, and try to decide on what to do.

On one hand, if I don't wake him up, he's probably gonna sleep until tonight, and then be unable to sleep until very late. But on the other hand, can I really wake him up when he's so peacefully sleeping there, he must be tired and might get grumpy if I do.

My internal conflict is soon resolved, because the British man suddenly blinks a few times, before letting a huge yawn out. Not wanting to be caught watching him sleep, I act as if I just arrived, and accidentally woke him up.

— Oh Lando, sorry mate, I didn't want to wake you up!

— Eh? Oh, he says while looking around him, probably trying to remember where he is. Sorry, I fell asleep, what time is it?

— It's going to be 4pm in a few minutes, do you wanna do something?

— Mh yeah maybe...

Noticing his discomfort, and the red marks on his cheeks, as well as his puffy eyes, I start wondering what happened before his nap. I suddenly hear his phone buzzing, and he flinches to the sound, something I've never seen him do.

— Lando... Are you alright? I try using my softest voice, clearly noticing his distress.

— Yes... but no, no I am not ok... she contacted me... and, I realised, he suddenly raises his head, looking at me with glassy eyes. His pain is so clear that my heart feels torn apart, and I feel myself getting emotional too.

— Come here, is all I say before pulling him into a hug, that I hope is comforting for the young man.

A few minutes go by, and I'm still holding on to him, as much as he is to me. I carefully place my hand on the back of his head, wanting to reassure him the best I can, in the only way I really know how to express myself: touch. He seems to like it though, because he gently hums and thanks me while I slowly rock our bodies together. I would like this moment to never end, I've never felt so close to him before, but I wanna help him better, and for that I need to know exactly what happened.