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random evening - Monaco/Madrid
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Lando had a problem. He was madly in love with his former team mate and best mate on the grid, Carlos Sainz. It was obvious how good the Spaniard was looking but also his jokes and little touches here and then had made Lando fall for him.

And it was bad, like really bad, as Carlos was nothing but straight and clearly never interest in boys, especially not Lando. The Spaniard was everything you would call old money, his fashion style, his gentleman behavior, everything was so perfect about him.

It was the opposite of Lando, as he liked chilled clothes most of the time, maybe a bit oversized, together with his black caps and silver jewelry. He was never the one to open the door for someone, he would be the one sneaking through first.

While he was basically embodying the modern culture, Carlos was exactly the same, holding old traditions high and probably writing love letter to his girlfriends, something Lando would never do. Not that he would mind getting one though.

To put it in a nutshell Lando was the complete opposite of Carlos and still he had fallen in love with the Spaniard. Maybe it was something about the 'opposite attracts' or anything like that, but it would obviously never be the other way around.

Knowing all that Lando though still was laying in his bed in Monaco and couldn't stop thinking about the tall driver, imagine his big smile and deep laughs right in front of him. He blamed F1 for it as there was a three week break and he therefore hadn't seen Carlos since, well, forever.

The only thing Lando had were his Instagram posts every now and then, where he could admire Carlos's trained body, sweat hair after a cycling session or just his big smile. God, what would he give to see that right now, not only on a picture.

Unfortunately the Spaniard hadn't posted a topless picture, something that other drivers did a lot, not mentioning any names. But it was late and he really couldn't help himself as his mind suddenly started drifting off, to their time back at McLaren and their shared ice baths.

Already back then Carlos was more then good looking with all his tanned muscles, but what Lando had seen at the paddock this season had showed him that the Spaniard definitely didn't skip any training session, considering how perfect he looked.

It was a shame that F1 wasn't a topless sport, Lando really wouldn't mind seeing Carlos's naked skin every other Sunday. But to be fair it would probably distract him in a way he couldn't really compete.

Also his racing suit would definitely need a bit of adjustment as some part of him would be bigger than usual. God, Lando squeezed his eyes together before he looked down on himself, already seeing the outlines of his bulge.

He could just wank of at the thought of Carlos's hot breath against his ear, or his lips on his neck, like he had done yesterday morning, but Lando had the feeling that this wouldn't be enough today. He needed the real thing, his imagination was clearly coming to it's borders slowly.

As Lando's look fell on his phone a sudden thought plopped up in his mind, catching the Brit by surprise himself. He couldn't do that, definitely not. But he needed it so badly, his hard cock already pressing against his boxers, desperate for some friction.

Before he could even think longer about it, his hand had already grabbed the phone, opening Carlos's contact. The profile picture alone was already enough for Lando to cum, as it was a funny selfie of Carlos, which the Spaniard had taken back in McLaren times as he had saved his number in Lando's phone.

One of his eyes was closed and he had a big smile on his face, stretching out his tongue. God, what Lando had dreamed about that tongue would do to him. Licking all over his hard one, swirling around his tip, or pushing carefully inside him, Lando had imagined it all.