"Graveyard" of F1 short Fanfictions (boyxboy, girlxboy, driverxdriver)

Charles x Carlos

The sun was setting over the Tuscan hills, casting a warm, golden glow over the Ferrari paddock. The weekend had been grueling, with both Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz pushing their cars to the limit. Now, with the race behind them, there was a rare moment of peace.

Charles was lounging on the terrace of their shared villa, nursing a cold drink, when Carlos joined him. The older Spaniard looked a bit more serious than usual, his dark eyes thoughtful as he settled into the chair next to Charles.

Charles looked over, noticing the tension in Carlos' posture. "Everything okay, mate?"

Carlos hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yeah... just got a lot on my mind."

Charles nodded, his usual playful grin fading as he sensed something deeper was going on. "Wanna talk about it?"

Carlos took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I need to get something off my chest." He carefully looked over to Charles.

The way Carlos said it made Charles' heart skip a beat. The seriousness in his tone, the way his shoulders seemed heavy with whatever was burdening him—it wasn't the Carlos he was used to seeing. In that moment, Charles' instinct to diffuse the tension kicked in, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out with a smirk, "Is it your shirt? Please say yes."

Carlos blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected quip. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, and he chuckled softly, the tension easing just a little. "Only you would say something like that at a time like this, Charles."

Charles shrugged, his own grin returning. "What can I say? I'm a man of priorities."

The air between them lightened, the playful banter working its magic as always. But then, Carlos' smile faded, and the seriousness returned to his eyes. "I'm serious, Charles. I really need to talk to you."

Charles' expression sobered as he realized just how important this was to Carlos. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, giving Carlos his full attention. "Okay, I'm listening."

Carlos was silent for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "This season... it's been tough. The pressure, the expectations... I feel like I'm constantly on the edge, trying to prove myself. To the team, to the fans... to you. And the season is also almost over..." The sentence trailed off.

Charles frowned, confused. "Carlos, you don't have to prove anything to me. We're a team, at least for now."

Carlos shook his head. "It's more than that, Charles. I've always admired you—your talent, your dedication. But... there's something else. Something I haven't been able to ignore."

Charles' heart began to race, a feeling of uncertainty creeping in. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he had a feeling it was somewhere he hadn't expected.

Carlos looked at him then, his gaze intense, as if trying to convey something he couldn't quite put into words. "Charles... I think I've been hiding how I really feel."

Charles blinked, his breath catching in his throat. "How you really feel?"

Carlos nodded, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable. "Yeah. About you."

The world seemed to stop around them, the soft sounds of the evening fading into the background as Charles processed what Carlos was saying. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling in his chest. Carlos was more than a teammate, more than a friend. There was a connection between them that had always been there, unspoken, but undeniable.

And now, here was Carlos, laying it all on the line.

Charles' throat felt dry as he swallowed, struggling to find the right words. "Carlos... are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Carlos didn't look away, his gaze steady, his voice firm. "Yeah. I am."

There was a beat of silence, heavy with anticipation. Then, before he could overthink it, Charles leaned forward, closing the distance between them. He hesitated for just a second, searching Carlos' eyes for any sign of doubt. But all he saw was a quiet, hopeful determination.

And that was all he needed.

He pressed his lips to Carlos', the kiss soft at first, tentative. But as Carlos responded, the tension melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through Charles' entire body. It was like everything clicked into place, a feeling of rightness that he hadn't realized he'd been missing.

When they finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Charles couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, the joy bubbling up inside him.

"Well," he said, his voice slightly shaky, "that was unexpected."

Carlos laughed, the sound full of relief and happiness. "Yeah, for me too."

Charles shook his head in disbelief. "All this time... and we never said anything."

"I guess we were both too scared to risk it," Carlos admitted.

Charles nodded, understanding all too well. But now, as they sat there under the Italian sun, the fear seemed distant, replaced by something much stronger.

"I'm glad you did, though," Charles said softly, his hand reaching out to intertwine with Carlos'. "I'm glad we're finally on the same page."

Carlos squeezed his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. "Me too, Charles. Me too."

For a long moment, they just sat there, basking in the warmth of the evening and the new understanding between them. The future was uncertain, as it always was in their line of work, but for now, they had this. They had each other.