Formula one sickfics/oneshots

"Ai dios, fuck"

People: Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz

Ages: Lando Norris (23), Carlos Sainz (28)

AN: this is a smut chapter, as promised, but for those of you who would rather read other stuff, I have also put up another chapter (involves fluff/angst) for you to read. I hope those of you who enjoy smut, like this chapter. Small disclaimer: I've never written smut before and barely ever read it myself, so this is new territory for me. Hope you guys are doing well

- POV Lando -

"You know, you promised me something", Carlos said as soon as the door to our (or really my) hotel room, closed. "I know", I smirked, immediately aware of what he was talking about. I was on my way to the bathroom to get myself out of these clothes, when Carlos spoke up. "Hey, that's my job. You getting shy already?". I blushed but couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of Carlos undressing me. Carlos grabbed the collar of my McLaren polo, pulling me closer to him until he was sat on the bed and I was on top of him, straddling him.

Carlos started undoing the few buttons on my polo before pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. I did the same with Carlos's Ferrari shirt, throwing it down on top of my McLaren one. I ran a hand over Carlos's toned chest, which earned me a small gasp. "Your hands are so soft, Cariño", he mumbled. Then, he grabbed my hand and held it in his, running a thumb over my knuckles and slender fingers.

"Is it interesting?", I joked to Carlos, who looked away shyly. "I've always found them hot, to be honest. They're so soft, but so strong as well". "Since when do you have a thing for hands?", I asked, this time genuinely curious. "Shut up", Carlos blushed, but I kept staring at him, demanding answers. "I just think they're hot. Especially when yours are on my body". I smirked and stroked his abs once again, but Carlos immediately grabbed my hand again and continued to admire it.

"So, now that I've confessed, what's the thing that turns you on?", Carlos asked me, and I felt myself start to sweat. There was definitely one big thing that could turn me on instantly; something I found so hot but never dared ask for. I had never told anyone about this, not even Carlos, and I sure wasn't about to. "I don't think there's something that turns me on", I lied. "Oh come on, there has to be something". I shook my head, still refusing to come clean about this. My kink was pretty weird and embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Carlos kept admiring my hands, running his fingers up and down them and rubbing them, applying slight pressure. "This is like a massage, it feels great", I admitted, and Carlos smirked a little. Then, I grabbed Carlos's hands and slightly massaged them as well. Carlos's eyes widened as I started doing this. His hands were rather veiny and calloused, but somehow still delicate.

I lifted Carlos's hands up and kissed them tenderly, causing Carlos to blush. Meanwhile, Carlos's touch moved lower and lower down my hands, now close to my wrist. He massaged the area there for a bit, before he did something unexpected. Carlos pressed his index and middle finger to the base of my wrist. I gasped and looked at the position of his hands in utter surprise and astonishment. "Carlos, what...what are you doing?", I asked him, a nervous undertone in my voice.

"Shh, Cariño. Let me concentrate", he told me. I tried desperately to force my heart to beat slowly and calmly, but Carlos's fingers on my pulse point and the realization that he now knew exactly how fast my heart was beating, was both mildly nerve-racking and very exciting. "Someone's a bit excited for tonight", Carlos smirked. "Seriously, amor, your pulse is so fast", he told me, which only made my situation worse. "Why is that?", he asked. "No reason", I defended quickly, though too quickly, making me seem even more suspicious.

"Tell me", Carlos said, pinning my hands above my head and pushing me down onto the bed. My breathing quickened and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, pushing hard against my ribcage. Carlos leaned over me, so we were face to face again, all the power in his hands. "Remember how I said nothing turns me on?", I asked him, which Carlos immediately answered with a nod. "Well, that was a lie. To be honest, nothing turns me on more than anything related to hearts. I'm a cardiophile, as they call it".