Touchy friend - Carlos Sainz x Oscar Piastri F1 Fanfiction

Sneaking around

Back in his driver room the Spaniard quickly went to shower, getting the champagne out of his hair and face. Just after he had sipped up his jeans someone knocked on his door. Still barefoot and only dressed in jeans the Ferrari driver carefully asked "who is it? " The British accent answering giving it away before he actually heard the answer "Lando and Oscar"

Exited to see his friends the Spaniards pulled open the door "muppet" the smaller driver laughed, hugging his friends "congrats again Chilli" They playfully pushed and pulled the other deeper into the room playfighting. Oscar just stood next to them, feeling a bit out of place. He rarely got to see this side of the two drivers, what he regretted cause it always made him smile.

A pink blush spread over his light skin the moment he really saw, more noticed, that Carlos was only halfway dressed. Water droplets dripping from his hair, which were smoothed back, onto the naked shoulders. He felt like he was already drooling over the toned chest, shoulders and abs. Secretly the Aussie swiped his tongue over his lips making sure he wasn't really drooling.

To his horror Carlos made his way towards him now, before he could react fully the Spaniard had pulled him into a tight hug. His muscled arms drowning the young racer nearly. His smell enveloping Oscar. There still was that lingering scent of Champagne along the musky aftershave and natural scent. He gasped, inhaling more of it, surprised by the movement. Carlos never hugged him like that.

Landon laughed at the two "Carlos be careful, you'll suffocate him" still hyper the addressed squeezed a bit tighter "We did it! Can you believe it?". Oscar slowly wrapped an arm around the others waist, letting himself enjoy the skin contact "You were amazing out there, Carlos." His voice was laced with adoration. His fingers caressed the soft, tanned skin. He noticed how hot Carlos was, his body was radiating a comfortable heat.

To soon Carlos started to pull back slightly, still holding Oscar by the shoulders "No, *we* were amazing. You're part of this too." He grabbed Lando by an arm pulling him in too "Today was great." The Briton smiled softly at his friend "You deserved it." The moment was filled with warmth and comfortable closeness.

Oscar looked up at the black-haired driver "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else" Carlos returned the intense gaze "Thank you Osc." The nickname that had been stuck since Lando used it once, now it didn't fell so unlikable then before. He could live it, he guessed. Especially when such beautiful eyes would look down on him like this.

As they both still stared at each other they nearly forgot Lando until the smallest along them rammed his elbow into Oscars side "Ey Mate, what about me? I could've won too." A short moment Oscar was to stunned to do something but then he laughed, the two others falling in as well.

Carlos let go of the two McLaren drivers "Lets go out for dinner. I want to celebrate." Lando smiled "Are you gonna invite some of the others?" The Spaniard smiled smugly "Yes Lando, I am gonna invite Max." He laughed as his friend scrunched his nose. Then the oldest gave in "Maybe Charles and Hulk. And Nando. I'll just text them and see." His own teammate had congratulated the Spaniard more then once, after they got to see each other in their hospitality. It felt good to know that Charles didn't hold grudge, but was actually for him.

Oscar fell silent, he wasn't sure if he was included in the proposal. His brain went spiraling trying to figure out if he was in and at the same time hide the disappointment when he wasn't. Anxiously the Aussies started to play with his fingers, staring at the wall. The voice of the others only a rushing in his ears.

Until someone touched him. Promptly Oscar twitched startled, shrugging the hand off. Carlos didn't seem to care, just placing it around his waist this time. His finger slightly gripping into his flesh "Oscar?" The Aussie hummed "Yes.. sorry. Was spaced out." The Spaniard nodded, squeezing his waist "I asked if I should pick you up. Lando is driving with me too?" The younger couldn't suppress the surprised "Oh, uhm yeah?"

Lando noticed when his teammate started to show his anxious ticks. Not sure what started it he waited. The way the youngest replayed to Carlos's question gave it away to him "Oscar?" The other driver looked at him reluctantly "You are, of course, invited two. Carlos was talking to us both." That made the Spaniard pause "You thought I didn't mean you too?" The Aussies shrugged "I wasn't sure."

The Ferrari driver now pulled him against his side, hand sill resting on his waist "Of course you too, if you have time. It would make me really happy, but I know that this is your home race and you would like to see you family too." The blonde smiled softly "Okay, yeah I'll come. And I'll drive with you, I a, staying here for a some more days I can see my family then enough." His brain only kept listening half-hearted, still busy feeling Carlos warm skin, hairy arm around his body.

To his luck the conversation got interrupted by another knock "Carlos?" The father of Carlos Sainz Jr. walked in "Oh, Lando. So nice to see you." The Briton smiled and went to hug the man "Mister Sainz." They laughed "Please, Carlos is fine." Then he smiled at Oscar "Oscar Piastri, right? I think we never really met." They shook hands, Oscar felt quite nervous "No Sir, it's a pleasure." Carlos still hadn't removed his arm "Hola Papa." The man now smiled at his son "Congratulations Son, I am so happy for you." He kept telling the other Sainz in some more things in Spanish.

After a minute or so, Lando carefully pulled Oscar from the others embrace whispering "Lets go, we're needed in our Garage anyways." Oscar nodded, secretly a bit sad that he had to leave the older driver so soon "Should we say Bye." But the Briton shook his head "they will keep talking like this for as long as they can, lets just leave."

But as soon as Oscar was fully away from the Spaniard the other looked at them "Oh you are leaving?" Lando smiled softly "Yes, we need to go back, but we will text about later?" The McLaren drivers shook Sainz Sr. hand again before sneaking out of the Ferrari hospitality.

When they found their way back into Lando's driver room, Oscar couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. He tried to keep his tone casual, but the words came out sharper than intended. "Do you do that often? Sneak over to see Carlos?"

Lando looked up from his phone, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. He shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes in the hotel too. We play some PlayStation or just rant about something that happened during the race. It's no big deal."

But to Oscar, it was a big deal, the hope that Carlos's attention might be something more than friendly reducing to a nothing again. He forced a smile, hiding the sting of jealousy that Lando's words provoked. "Must be nice," he said, trying to sound offhand. Lando chuckled, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside Oscar. "Yeah, it is. Carlos is good company, you know? We go way back."

Oscar nodded, his mind racing. He couldn't shake the image of Lando and Carlos together, their easy camaraderie a stark contrast to his own longing and uncertainty. "I guess it's good to have someone you're that close with," he said, his voice betraying a hint of the envy he felt.

Lando paused, finally picking up on the undercurrent in Oscar's tone. "You should join us more often. Carlos likes you, you know? He'd probably enjoy having you around too." The Aussie appreciated Lando's attempt to include him, but the thought of being a third wheel only amplified his feelings of inadequacy. "Maybe," he replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "We'll see."