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somewhere in France - winter break
(second part of late night calls)

The next morning Carlos had woken up, he couldn't believe that it hadn't been a dream. Some remaining parts of his cum on his phone case where the evidence he needed to realized that he had really wanked off with Lando on the line.

As the next race weekend had been right in front of them, Carlos decided not to text his British friend, wanting to speak to him in person. But it had came all different as Lando had completely ignored him for the whole weekend and the ones after.

The time went by and before Carlos could do anything about Lando's behavior the winter break had started and he was on his way to France, into the mountains to get some rest and do some snow activities.

The Spaniard had been to this place every year, a recommendation from his times back in McLaren and the spot never missed to surprise him, to make him feel welcome. It was also perfect as it was a little house in the middle of nowhere, only some other small houses next to it.

It was a place for people who wanted to stay away from all the media for a big, let's sum it up like that and Carlos had been to this house every winter with his trainer and friends. They only would arrive tomorrow so this whole day the Spaniard had for himself, to fully calm down and relax.

The phone call and the following weeks still very prominent in his mind but Carlos had decided to push these thoughts aside, to fully get over it. For Lando it had probably been some fun, maybe he had even been on some pills, who knows.

But for Carlos this was more. He knew for him self for a quite a time now that he found the young Brit extremely attractive and also in a way would go beyond friendship. Hearing him moan and seeing his beautiful face as he found release was the best thing that Carlos had ever witnessed.

Still it was one hour at a random night and even though Lando had begged him to do this in real life, it would never get to this point. The Brit had always been shy and practically running away from Carlos each time the Spaniard wanted to talk to him in the paddock.

Carlos threw the keys onto the table as he walked through the huge living room. A big fireplace in the middle and the whole wood optic and fur carpet on the floor was stunning. After unpacking some things the Spaniard changed from his travel outfit into something more cozy.

While Spanish music quietly played in the background Carlos cut some fruits before he took a big cup of hot chocolate and the food over to the couch in front of the fireplace. He slowly took the first sip and instantly a memory of Lando and the challenge at McLaren came back to his mind.

They had to make a cup of hot chocolate blindfolded and it turned into a complete mess. Luckily the marketing department of McLaren hat cut that out but after they were finished Lando started throwing stuff at Carlos and the other way around.

It was all fun though and the Spaniard kinda missed theses times, especially as Lando hadn't talked to him for the last weeks. With a loud sigh Carlos stood up and walked out on the little balcony, looking over the snow covered mountains and the other small houses.

Suddenly his head stopped and his eyes widened as he saw a familiar figure standing on a balcony a couple houses away. How big was the chance of meeting him right here, right now? Probably not too big as this place had been a recommendation of McLaren and he was still a driver from them, Carlos thought.

Without thinking too much about it, put his cup away, on the table inside, before he put on shoes and walked over to the house he had seen Lando in. He needed answers, now, or he wouldn't be able to calm down and relax during this break.