Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 63

Warning: Mature content later that chapter (yeah smut)

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 POV: Carlos

— But Lando, it wasn't your fault you got into that incident with Bottas, there was rain, he braked late, that's it. I know you're upset that it also caused damage to Max but not every race can go like Silverstone, where you finished fourth!

Once again, I find myself having to comfort my boyfriend, who I just found curling in a ball on his hotel room's sofa.

— I'm just a bad driver, I'm shit in the rain and you know it... Congrats on the podium, I guess.

— Not even a real one, it's just because Seb had too little fuel in his car so he got disqualified... I don't care about my result right now, I care about you cariño.

— But still-

— Hey, literally half the grid got taken out or had damage because of the craziness of lap one, this wasn't your fault. I say while gently making him look at me.

— Can we stop talking about it? I just wanna enjoy the break, we're still going together right? He makes a cute face at me.

— Of course, you know my parents will be so happy to see you again!

He smiles before reducing the distance between us, kissing me tenderly. Although we had to be careful these past weeks, we spent as much time as we could together, and I feel closer to him than ever.

Hungary didn't go as great as he expected, with a painful retirement due to damage. But six cars didn't finish the race, plus one disqualification, he has nothing to be ashamed of!

— What's the time for the plane? Lando's quiet voice brings me back to Earth.

— I think we can leave now honestly, at least we have an excuse for being together, that way. But before, promise me you'll stop being so sad and upset at yourself, for the race.

Letting a reluctant sigh pass his lips, the Brit looks at me rolling his eyes. I've tried to keep up with his mood swings, and especially confidence level these past weeks, because each weekend affected him so much. To the point I would feel bad overtaking him on track, knowing how harsh on himself he would be afterwards. Sure, I comforted him every single time, but it hurt me to see him like that, and still does.

— Yeah, okay, I promise. He says in a not-so-convincing tone.

— Lando. I use a more assertive voice, knowing he's not honest right now.

He doesn't answer, kissing me in hope I forget the conversation. But as good as his mouth feels on mine, I'm not one to give up so easily. Especially if his health and happiness are at stake.

— I love kissing you baby, but I want a real promise, I whisper against his lips, loving how pliant his body goes as soon as I put my hands on him.

— O-okay, now he sounds honest, my effect definitely working. Just like every other time.

— I'm sure you can do better than this darling, I insist.

— Fine, this was not my fault and I shouldn't blame myself for it. Happy?

— Very.

We share a few kisses, not really in a hurry to fly three long hours with people around, having to act as just friends. But being close to him, joking about something, smiling to each other, it's all enough to make my heart flutter, and I feel like its love expands every day.