Touchy friend - Carlos Sainz x Oscar Piastri F1 Fanfiction

First kiss

Then it was time, the race in Monaco. The track always held a high status in all the drivers' hearts. Tradition.

The Qualifying went well for the Aussie and the Spaniard so the chances of them actually scoring a podium looked pretty good. Still the nervs were high, everyone was in high alert. As the green flag waved and the lights light up, the motors roared, before the 20 cars fired away.

The cheers of the crowd echoed through the streets of Monaco as Charles, Carlos and Oscar stood on the podium, the sun setting behind them in a golden glow. It was a momentous occasion for all the drivers—Carlos had achieved third place, while Oscar had secured the second. Charles was the winner. The Monegasque had finally won his home race, after all these years. It was a fever dream for the hole grid. All the drivers congratulated the Ferrari driver, just happy for him as they would have been for themselves.

As the national anthems played and the champagne flowed, their faces were alight with triumph and joy.

After the celebrations on the podium, the drivers headed back to their team areas. Oscar, his heart still racing with the thrill of the race and the podium finish, made his way to Carlos's private room to congratulate him.

Normally Lanod would have lead him through the secluded corridors to the Ferrari garage, though this time the older wasn't by his side. Oscar had partly feared that there would be more people since Charles win was such a special win, but the opposite was the case. The garage seamed kind of empty, all the employees still out celebrating.

At the door with the Carlos Sainz sigh the Aussie stopped. He knocked softly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. They had trenched each other in Champane on the podium but for more wasn't the time, cameras filming every move they did. Still the younger could see the joy of the older pilot as they clinked the bottles before taking a big sip.

"Come in," Carlos called from inside.

Oscar stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Carlos was sitting on the edge of a table, still in his race suit, his face flushed with the excitement of his victory and probably Charles win as well. He looked up and smiled when he saw Oscar.

"Hey, congratulations Carlos!" Oscar said, grinning widely. "That was an incredible race." He took a few steps deeper into the small room. His eyes were fixed on the older driver. The man looked absolutely handsome like that.

"Thanks, mate," Carlos replied, standing up and moving towards Oscar. "You did great too. Third place in Monaco is no small feat." The older nervously stroke through his wet hair. The black strands falling back into his forehead anyway.

They stood there for a moment, the energy between them charged and electric. Carlos's smile softened, and he took a step closer. "I am so happy, that I shared that podium with you."

Before Oscar could respond, Carlos closed the gap between them and kissed him. The big hands of the Spaniard cupping the youngers face carefully. It was a soft, tentative kiss, full of unspoken feelings. For a second, Oscar froze, his mind racing. But then, he kissed Carlos back, his heart pounding in his chest. His head spinning.

The kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything else faded away—the race, the podium, the world outside. It was just the two of them, sharing a moment of connection and understanding. But then, the door to the room opened abruptly, and they broke apart, startled.

Lando stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. "Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said quickly.

Oscar, his face flushed and his heart racing, mumbled something incoherent and fled the room. He hurried down the hallway, his mind a whirl of confusion and emotion. He didn't stop until he reached his own room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, trying to catch his breath.

He could still fell these warm soft lips on his. Absent he stroke over the spots Carlos just had kissed. The Aussie felt weirs, so much adrenaline pumping through his body. It was even worse, then a race start. Maybe he was a bit tipsy from the podium champagne? But he had only take a single sip.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door. Oscar opened it to find Lando standing there, looking concerned.

"Hey, can we talk?" Lando asked gently.

Oscar nodded, stepping aside to let Lando in. They sat down on the small sofa in the room, an awkward silence hanging between them for a moment. Oscar went back to stroking his lips immediately.

"So," Lando began, trying to choose his words carefully. "What happened back there?"

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Lando. One minute I was congratulating Carlos, and the next... he kissed me. And I kissed him back. But then you walked in, and I freaked out." The little stroked became tucks at the soft skin.

Lando nodded, his expression thoughtful. "How do you feel about it?" The Britain felt bad for interrupting such an important moment, but again he got protective over his younger teammate.

Oscar looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. "I don't know. I mean, it felt... right, but also scary. I wasn't expecting it, and now I don't know what to do." His body slumped down a bit. The race had been exhausting physically and emotionally. But it was nothing against the emotional storm he felt now. It all was just much.

Lando put a reassuring hand on Oscar's shoulder. "It's okay to be confused, Oscar. These things aren't always clear-cut. But if it felt right to you, maybe that's something worth exploring."

Oscar sighed again, feeling a bit better having voiced his thoughts. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I just need some time to figure things out. Today was a lot, even without this."

Lando nodded, giving him a supportive smile. "Take all the time you need. And remember, whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

Oscar managed a small smile, grateful for Lando's support. "Thanks, Lando. That means a lot." Having his friends support calmed the man down more. A part of him secretly concerned that the older wouldn't approve of what he had seen.

As Lando left, Oscar lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. His mind was still a swirl of thoughts and emotions, but he knew one thing for sure—things between him and Carlos had changed, and he needed to figure out what that meant for them moving forward.

He had long forgotten about his race suit, about the sweat and champagne dripping down his back. Only when his trainer knocked at the door before stepping in the driver sat back up. Promptly the sticky feeling came back "Shit." He looked himself up and down "I forgot to shower." His trainer laughed "How?" The younger rolled his eyes "I don't know mate; I was in thoughts." The other smiled "Alright, go shower and change you have some things to do."

Oscar had just done that. But even the shower couldn't stop the train of thoughts. The debrief pass by without him really noticing, he said somethings he remembered from the race but afterwards the man couldn't remember much about what was said.

He didn't notice the looks Lando gave him or how his engineers tried getting him to talk more. In the end they blamed it on the race, releasing them earlier.