Touchy friend - Carlos Sainz x Oscar Piastri F1 Fanfiction

Spanish GP

The Canadian GP came and went, and Oscar was determined to talk to Carlos. However, his first chance came after the race, and it just wasn't the right time. Carlos had suffered a DNF—both Ferraris had—and Oscar knew the atmosphere in their garage was far from conducive to a personal conversation. So, he held back.

Instead, he watched. He watched how Carlos smiled and laughed with other drivers, how intently he focused on what his engineer showed him. But not once did he see Carlos look back at him. This lack of acknowledgment left Oscar feeling uncertain about their situation since the kiss.

Oscar often found himself replaying the kiss in his mind, how Carlos had felt against him. The memory always warmed his heart, butterflies swirling in his stomach. These reveries would often lead to him sighing longingly, drawing puzzled looks from Lando or his trainer.

Oscar thought the next race would be the right time to talk. But then the race came and went, and things only got worse. He finished P7, right behind Carlos. It was the Spaniard's home race, and a P6 finish combined with contact with his teammate was far from ideal.

Oscar had hoped to get a moment with Carlos before the race to calm his anxious mind, but Carlos was clearly busy with the myriad extra activities that come with a home Grand Prix.

As Oscar climbed out of his car, he glanced over at the red Ferrari. He quickly looked away when he saw Charles heading in their direction. The McLaren driver watched as the Ferrari teammates argued while waiting to be weighed. The tension and annoyed voices made him decide that, once again, it wasn't the right time to talk about their future.

After a good shower the aussie started to pack up his things, so he could head in his Hotelroom. Just then a knock interrupted him "Its open" he called out. The brown locks pocking through were also still a bit wet, as Landos face followed "Hey mate, I just finished packing and wanted to check in with you." The younger teammate smiled "Come in, I am just finishing up."

The Briton smiled and climbed onto his favorite place on the massage table "Sooo," a smug smiled on his lips "How are things with Carlos?"

Oscar paused, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "It's... complicated," he admitted, zipping up his bag. "I haven't had a chance to talk to him since the kiss. Every time I try, something comes up, or it just doesn't feel like the right moment." His expression saddened "We didn't even text, I am starting to feel like he doesn't want it to be more."

Lando's expression softened, the teasing replaced with genuine concern. "Yeah, I saw how tense things were after the race. But you can't keep avoiding it forever. Maybe you should just go for it, because I can assure you it wasn't nothing for him. He wanted it and I know I shouldn't tell you this but misses you."

Oscar sighed, sitting down on the edge of the massage table. "I know, but it's hard. I don't want to mess things up. I don't even know what I am thinking anymore."

Lando nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I get that. But you won't know unless you talk to him. Maybe he's just as confused as you are. Besides, what have you got to lose?"

Oscar looked at Lando, grateful for his support. "You're right. I guess I just need to find the right time and go for it."

Lando patted him on the back. "That's the spirit. And hey, no matter what happens, you've got me and the rest of the team behind you."

Oscar smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Thanks, Lando. That means a lot. I know you are kinda sitting between chairs here. I deeply appreciate your support."

The teammates ended up leaving together, both staying the night in the same hotel. As they passed the gates Oscar locked eyes with the man that had clouded his mind recently.

Carlos stood next to his car, face a grimace as his father talked to him. The older Sainz also quite affectionate through touch, was patting his son's shoulder as he tried to cheer him up. Oscar smiled unsure if he should go over, but Carlos's face didn't move an inch.

The younger man let his smile and gaze drop at that, redirecting himself towards Lanod and the car that would drive them back. Lando noticed the tense posture of Oscar and tried to distract him all the way. At some point it worked, and Oscar lightened up more and more.

When they got back to their rooms both drivers were in a decent mood. Oscar entered his room, setting down his backpack. Routiniously, he unpacked it, put his phone on the charger, before changing into some comfy clothes.

He had ate his dinner and started to watch a new Tv show he just discovered when someone knocked on the door. Oscar tried to remember if he forgot something but when he couldn't remember anything, the boy got up to open himself "Yes?"

Behind the door an absolutely destroyed Carlos waited for him. The Spaniards eyes were a bit darker and his skin looked dull, his body hunched over and somehow he aussie was sure that even his hair lost their normal shine.

Carlos looked at his, opening his mouth just to shut it a second later again. Oscar knew that feeling, that suffocating anger, disappointment and sadness. That's when he took a step back, letting the other come into his room.

The Ferrari driver stopped as soon as he was out of the doorway. "I... I just need..."

Oscar stepped closer, gently placing a hand on Carlos's arm. "It's okay, Carlos. You don't have to explain. Come on, let's just relax for a bit." He felt how his own heart ached for the other.

Oscar led Carlos to the bed, the tension in the room palpable yet comforting. They both kicked off their shoes and lay down, Oscar wrapping his arms around Carlos in a protective embrace. Carlos settled into Oscar's arms, his body finally starting to relax as he let out a deep breath.

"You've been carrying so much," Oscar murmured, his voice soothing. "You don't have to do it alone."

Carlos nodded, feeling the weight of his stress and emotions start to lift. "Thank you, Oscar. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Oscar tightened his hold, resting his chin on Carlos's shoulder. "I'm here for you, always."

They lay there in silence for a while, the only sound being their steady breaths. The warmth of Oscar's embrace and the comfort of his presence made Carlos feel safe, something he hadn't felt all day. Slowly, the exhaustion of the day caught up with them both.

Oscar felt Carlos's breathing even out, his body relaxing completely. He smiled softly, feeling a sense of peace. It wasn't long before he too drifted off, holding Carlos close.

As they slept, the worries and uncertainties of the day melted away, replaced by the simple comfort of being together. In each other's arms, they found a sanctuary, a place where they could let go of the pressures and just be themselves.

For that night, everything was perfect. And tomorrow they would talk, Oscar was sure of it.