Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 47

Warning! Mature content in the second half of the chapter :)

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POV: Lando

Finally in Canada, it feels good getting out of this plane and being able to lay down properly in a hotel room. I immediately let myself fall on the bed, too exhausted to even move from there and get my things out of the suitcase.

I'm just so excited to see Carlos again, he said we're in the same hotel and I can't wait to be with him. Maybe it sounds silly, but the excitement of our new relationship hasn't worn off since Sunday, and it's making me act like a teenage girl. I even find myself scrolling mindlessly on social media, noticing how much Carlos is on my phone. Even that algorithm knew something was up before me, how could have I been so blind?

I don't mind though, if this is what it leads to. I'm happier than I've been the past few years, and I don't want this feeling to ever end. That's why I send the Spanish man a message, asking for his room number. After all, the weekend has not really started yet, surely we'll have time to spend together right?

He texts me back a few minutes later, and I immediately get up, a huge smile on my face. The power this man has over me is... scary, sometimes.

Quickly showering and putting some fresh clothes on, I then head out cautiously, finding myself in front of his door in the blink of an eye. I knock, and my smile grows bigger when he answers, the opening of the door revealing the most breath-taking view ever.

— Come in cariño! He greets me, and I seem to have lost my words because I can't answer, my legs moving all by themselves.

He is half-naked, apparently just getting out of the shower himself, his wet hair still dripping a bit on his shoulders. The fact that I can call this man my boyfriend seems so unreal, I really don't understand how someone so beautiful can like someone like me.

— You... Was I too early? I ask shyly, hoping I'm not bothering him.

— What? No, definitely not! I'll always be happy to see you Lando, you know that? How was your flight?

We chat a little, and I feel my cheeks burning every time I lay my eyes on his bare chest, my gaze inevitably attracted to him.

— My eyes are up here, cariño, he teases me, and I don't find anything to reply for once.

— Erm... yeah.

I panic a little as I try to focus back on what he is saying, but fail again, this time distracted by his lips. They are so plump and red, it would be a crime not to kiss them right?

Fortunately, he seems to pick up quite quickly that what he's saying (whatever it can be) doesn't have me focused, and grins mischievously before grabbing my chin gently. I then stop holding back and happily close the gap between us, crashing my lips against his needily.

I don't want to say that I thought about this for every minute of the flight but... maybe I did. Carlos suddenly bits my lower lip slightly, and I immediately open my mouth to grant him access, enjoying this moment like it's the first. Enjoying it so much that a moan leaves my mouth at one point, and I realise that maybe I'll need a bit more than kisses if we don't stop soon.

— Carlos I- huh- he starts sucking a spot on my neck, making my knees go weak, as I mentally thank the bed on which I'm currently sitting on.

— Hm?

The vibration tickles me, and I giggle uncontrollably, making him grin even more. I hope he doesn't realise I'm very sensitive to this, and uses it against me, or I might die of laughter soon.