Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 37

Warning! Mature content ahead (yes again, it's the characters' fault not mine tho)

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POV: Lando

As soon as I enter the apartment, I go to my bedroom, and try unpacking. But as always, I end up taking a well-deserved nap amongst all the clothes, not even bothering to get on the bed, feeling too exhausted from the emotions.

When I wake up, the sun is already very low on the horizon, shadows appearing so big around me. I'm not scared of the dark normally, but being alone in here after years of having a girlfriend, and a week spent with Carlos, it's weird. I don't want to let feelings overcome me though, so I decide to clear my mind by doing one of my favourite hobbies: videogames.

By chance, a few friends of mine are free tonight and we all play together, sharing good laughs and winning (some) games. Maybe we're shit at it, but at least we're enjoying it. I decide to start streaming as well, needing to really focus on something else. And I know fans love it, that way, everyone's happy.

Maybe it'll also help Max because every time people ask for me in his own chat and well, I know it's not cool for him but some fans are like this. If I stream, maybe they'll leave him alone for once and stop thinking he's my mailbox or something.

I quickly connect the camera, making sure everything is set, putting some music on. I start the livestream, people already greeting me in the chat. It's crazy how many people there is in less than two minutes, it's almost frightening to see. But compared to how many fans there are at every Grand prix, I guess it's not that much.

Nothing special happens, I just let myself be a bit more free than normal on stream, or as some people would call it, more "sassy". But suddenly, as I look through the messages, one in particular catches my attention.

— Did you enjoy Spain? I read, realising once I've said it out loud that I can't go back anymore. What? Oh, yeah, I feel myself blushing a bit, and try my best to hide it by putting an act. It was nice, Monaco's better but... Yeah, it was fun!

I look back at the comments, trying to analyse if my answer was enough to change the subject. But I see multiple messages implying that I was with Carlos, and not always in a "friendly" way, which only confuses me more on how to act. Thankfully, Max intervenes and saves me from the awkward situation.

*— So mate, should we do one last game? I guess you have to leave soon no?

— Yeah, I can do one last.

We end on a high, not dying the entire game, which is truly a performance on this game. I quickly say goodbye and cut the stream, making myself ready for bed. I have lots of things to reflect on after these chaotic seven days, since my podium in Monaco, the break up, and the quick holidays with Carlos. But I'm way too tired to think about it now, and I wouldn't want to fall apart just before a race week.

POV: Charles

I wake up feeling good, a hand firmly keeping me tucked in Max's arms. If this is how I wake up every day from now on, I could maybe get used to waking up in a good mood. The nice heat radiating through my back, the gentle touches, the comfort.

— Ready to get up love? The morning voice of my boyfriend wakes me up a bit more, as I blink a few times.

— Hm? Yeah, by the way, I didn't ask yesterday, are we leaving this morning or afternoon?

— The plane is planned to leave around 2pm, so I guess we can eat something before!

I don't answer, snuggling even more, turning around to fully hug him. This means we have time for cuddles, and god knows how much I love cuddles. Max seems to be content with it too, responding by holding me closer.