We're just friends...or are we.? |[ carlando]|

'touches..' - 4

~ Hello!! So sorry for the late post since I had no Internet for four days and I just got it back on Sunday just in time for the race! (Lando's second win!! Finally!! 🎉🙏🏽)

I will be posting on Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays! (Or at least try too!)

P.S.: I only plan on writing Carlos first win, the Monaco podium, the whole Belgium gp drama (oscars win), Carlos Singapore and Australia wins, and especially Lando's wins this season! <3

Hope you all love this chapter!! x

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Carlos finally made it back to the hotel and packed his bags. He put his backpack on and looked around the room for the last time. He's gonna miss having the McLaren team around him, next door to where he sleeps. Especially lando and that loud music of his. The Spaniard chuckled slightly as he remembered Lando blasting his music which almost got them both kicked out. He sighed deeply and made his way to the door. Carlos opened it with a swift move and was about to close it behind him when he luckily remembered the little box Lando gave him. Carlos immediately walked back in and grabbed it. He held it close in the palm of his hand, he wondered what was in the box.

He made it to the airport and met up with the team for the last time. The security checked their bags and also checked them for anything. They made it on the plane and waited for a while. Carlos got bored so he took out his phone and scrolled through Instagram. He heard footsteps coming up in the plane so he looked up from his phone and saw Lando walk in, Carlos completely forgot they were going to share the plane together.

Carlos gave him a soft smile and patted a seat that was empty next to him. Lando's eyes sparkled at the sight of the Spaniard and smiled back at him. He placed his bags down and sat down close next to Carlos and both the McLaren drivers began chatting and sharing a few laughs. The Brit and Spaniard wanted to chat as much as they could because they didn't know if this would be the last time they'll be sharing a plane together.

As the plane took off the team was silent apart from Lando and Carlos laughing and talking loudly. The team absolutely loved their banter, I mean who wouldn't? Carlos took Lando under his wing when he first joined formula 1 and he taught him some of the basic things he needed to know and they quickly became the best of friends. Everyone adores their friendship, the grid, the fans, the team, even their parents. When Carlos signed with Ferrari the fans were sad that their precious Carlando duo won't be together any more, but they all knew they were still gonna be friends on the same team or not.

A few hours passed by and the plane will land in an hour or two. Everyone is exhausted from today, but they know it was worth it. Carlos and Lando were the same, laughing, chatting, insulting each other. The team was sorta annoyed by their loudness but found it cute.

They all ordered some food because they were STARVING. Lando ordered some pasta and Carlos ordered some fries, Burger, and sushi. Once their food arrived Lando made a disgusted face at Carlos. A cheeky grin spread across the Spaniards face and picked up a piece of sushi. He airplanes it to Lando but he smacks it away.

- "Get that away from me!-"

Lando gagged and pushed Carlos's hand away as he scooted back a bit. Carlos and some of the team members laughed at lando and his disgust for fish.

- "C'mon lando, just try some!" The Spaniard begged "it's so good, I promise!"

The lando just made a face at Carlos and shook his head. The Brit was obviously disgusted by the Spaniard's choice of food.

- "I'm not trying that!" The British driver exclaimed. "You know I hate fish."

Carlos sighed and just ate the piece of sushi he offered to the other McLaren driver. Lando stared at Carlos in disgust but soon pushed it aside and ate his food. After they finished eating they decided to take a small nap. Carlos put his headphones on and made himself comfortable on his seat while Lando just pulled his legs towards his chest and laid them down to his side. The Brit was oddly close to Carlos but no one paid attention to it, Carlos reclined his seat a bit back and began to slowly drift off to sleep. That's when he felt some pressure on his right shoulder.

The Spaniard looked to his right and saw lando peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. Carlos smiled and wrapped his arm around him, making sure he was warm enough. He placed his head on top of Lando's and soon drifted off to sleep as well. Both the McLaren drivers got some good rest. Matter of fact it might've been the best nap both of them have ever had, snuggled up close to each other, just comfortable silence filled the air of the plane.

Lando was the first to wake up and he noticed how close him and Carlos were. Lando tried to pull away from Carlos grip but the Spanish driver had a strong possessive grip on him. The British driver felt his cheeks heating up, he knew he was blushing but shook it off since he thought it was because he was just getting hot. The Brit looked at the Spaniard, the way his hair was messy from the nap, his long eyelashes, and the way his breathing was so steady and relaxed. Lando continued to stare at Carlos for a while before the Spanish driver spoke up.

- "why are you staring.?"

The Brit immediately froze and looked away. Carlos chuckled and squeezed his shoulder gently,

- "it's okay cariño, you can stare."

Lando huffed and nudged Carlos's hip softly. The Spaniard rolled his eyes and laughed deeply. Carlos removed his arm from Lando but the British driver already missed his touch.

- "I wasn't staring at you, muppet." Lando said in his soft British accent. "I was staring at the wall.."

Carlos chuckled and nodded.

- "yeah, yeah. Whatever you say lan."

Both the McLaren drivers laughed and smiled at each other. Carlos placed his hand on Lando's thigh and looked at him. He leaned closer to the other driver and whispered in his ear so only he could hear it.

- "but y'know..if you want to stare at me you can. Just don't make it too obvious cariñito.."

Again with the pet names.. gosh, Lando felt his heart rate increase and he knew his cheeks were red. Lando opened his mouth to say something but closed it.

- "don't be shy," carlos smirked at lando. "what were you going to say?"

The Brit just shook his head and looked straight ahead. If only Carlos knew how weak he made him feel right there. How Lando immediately melted when he called him "cariño" or "cariñito" and especially how Carlos placed his hand on Lando's thigh. So many emotions were running through Lando at the moment, it felt like he was going to explode.

Carlos just cheekily grinned and chuckled. He patted Lando's thigh, his hand went up ever so slightly and found Lando's hand. The Spanish driver placed his hand on top of the other driver's hand and squeezed it gently.

Both the McLaren drivers felt the tension in the air but didn't comment about it. They just stayed there, sitting close to each other, hand in (on) hand, just surrounded by comfortable silence. The Spaniard felt calm and continued to look out his window, meanwhile Lando was freaking out from the inside. He wondered why Carlos was touching him ever so slightly, I mean he does know it's his 'love language' or something like that but these touches meant something else, but he didn't say anything so the British driver and the Spanish driver just stayed silent for the rest of the plane ride.

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1411 words!!

I know this wasn't a lot but it's 1:31 am and I have school in the morning. 😓

I promise I'll try to make longer chapters because these have been really short lately. But yeah thanks for reading!!

(Be expecting a chapter this Thursday! I literally can't wait for Monza!! 👀)