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

" anchoring... " - 15

~ this F1 break is going by so slow.

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Carlos cupped Lando's cheeks with a tenderness that sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. The atmosphere around them was thick with anticipation, every heartbeat echoing in the silence. Lando’s eyes widened in surprise, a fleeting moment of uncertainty crossing his face before it melted into something warmer.

The playful banter they'd shared moments ago faded, replaced by an undeniable connection that drew them closer. Carlos could see the spark of curiosity in Lando's gaze, and he couldn't help but smirk, knowing just how to ignite that spark.

As Carlos leaned in, the world around them seemed to blur. Lando's breath caught in his throat as their lips hovered just inches apart. He felt the heat radiating from Carlos, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.

When their lips finally met, the kiss was soft and tentative at first, like two shy dancers finding their rhythm. Lando responded instinctively, kissing Carlos back gently, his initial hesitation dissipating as he surrendered to the moment. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, each movement conveying the depth of their feelings.

Carlos felt Lando relax into him, his body responding as if they had been doing this forever. The way Lando melted against him ignited a thrill in Carlos, and he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of the moment. Yet, he remained acutely aware of Lando’s unsteady knees, knowing how easily he could lose his balance. With a gentle but firm grip, Carlos made sure to keep the Brit grounded.

Carlos gently picked Lando up, their lips melding together as he lifted him effortlessly. The kiss deepened, a dance of passion and tenderness that enveloped them both. Lando's legs wrapped around Carlos's waist, his fingers tangling in Carlos's hair, grounding him in the moment.

The world around them faded into nothingness, their connection electrifying as they swayed slightly, lost in the intimacy of the kiss. Every brush of their lips felt like an unspoken promise, a glimpse into a reality they had both longed for.

But then, as if the magic had been paused, the Spaniard pulled away, leaving Lando gasping for breath. Their foreheads touched, and in that brief silence, the air was thick with unarticulated emotions. Carlos's heart raced at the sight of Lando, flushed and breathless, his wide eyes sparkling with surprise and a hint of desire.

He savored the moment, loving how Lando looked in this vulnerable state—raw and open, teetering on the edge of something profound. It felt as if the universe had momentarily conspired to bring them closer, and Carlos wished he could hold onto that feeling forever.

Yet, just as quickly as the bliss had enveloped him, the warmth of Lando's body evaporated, and Carlos jolted awake.

The familiar surroundings of his room flooded back, starkly contrasting the vivid dream he had just experienced. He blinked in disbelief, the remnants of the kiss still lingering on his lips, but the reality of his empty room settled heavily on his chest.

A wave of frustration washed over him as he processed the truth—it was all just a figment of his imagination, a fleeting moment crafted by his deepest desires. Of course it was a dream; the world had a way of keeping the two of them apart, no matter how close he felt in those stolen moments.

Carlos laid there, the dream of him and Lando still vivid in his mind, replaying like a favorite song stuck on repeat. The kiss they had shared was a perfect blend of gentleness and passion, a moment that felt both tender and electrifying. Lando's eyes had sparkled with surprise, and the warmth of their bodies against each other had felt so right. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of intimacy. But as the dream began to dissolve, Carlos felt a pang of longing.