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

" cherish... " - 16

~ currently writing this whole searching for a big ass spider 😊..

Also a new story is out on versainz! Thinking of making a lando and Oscar story too.. not sure though lemme know what y'all think! ♡

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It was Lando—here, right in front of him, and the weight of their earlier moment hung in the air like an unspoken question. Their eyes locked, and Carlos felt a rush of emotions surge through him: relief, confusion, and an undeniable spark of nervous energy. Lando’s face was a mixture of concern and something else, something deeper that Carlos couldn’t quite put his finger on.

The Spaniard opened his mouth to say something, to break the silence that stretched between them, but the words felt stuck in his throat, overshadowed by the chaotic swirl of thoughts in his mind. They hadn’t spoken since that kiss, and the memory felt vivid, almost electric.

Yet despite the awkwardness that loomed, lando pushed it aside, focusing instead on Carlos, who almost completely fell down.

- “I’m okay,”

Carlos managed to say, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. Lando’s grip tightened just a fraction, as if he could sense the turmoil beneath the surface.

- “You sure? You looked a bit unsteady,”

Lando replied, his voice laced with genuine concern. It was evident that he was worried about Carlos, and in that moment, the rest of the world faded away. The chaos of the day, the confusion after their kiss—it all seemed to pale in comparison to the warmth of Lando’s presence. Their connection, still fragile and undefined, flickered like a candle in the dark, and Carlos found himself drawn to it, wishing to explore what lay beneath the surface of their unspoken words.

With a gentle but firm grip, Lando took the hotel room card from Carlos's unsteady hand.

- “Let’s get you inside,”

he said, flashing a reassuring smile as he unlocked the door. The faint click echoed in the dimly lit hallway, a small victory in getting his friend the help he needed.

Once inside, Lando carefully maneuvered Carlos across the threshold, ensuring he didn’t stumble. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the muffled city noise outside and the soft shuffle of their footsteps on the carpet. Carlos leaned against the wall for a moment, collecting himself.

- “Thanks, mate,”

Carlos muttered, his voice a bit raspy. Lando nodded, guiding him to the bed and gently helping him sit down. Carlos looked up, gratitude mixed with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, but the Brit didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he kept the mood light, focusing on getting Carlos settled.

Before Carlos could utter another word, Lando made his way to the small kitchenette. He could feel the weight of the unspoken between them, a tension lingering from their earlier kiss. It was a moment that could complicate things, and Lando wasn’t ready to confront it just yet.

He opened the cabinet and pulled out a glass, filling it with cool water from the tap. He rummaged through the small assortment of medicine on the counter, grabbing something to ease Carlos’s discomfort. The rush of doing something practical helped him push thoughts of the kiss to the back of his mind.

Returning to the bedroom, Lando found Carlos leaning back against the pillows, looking a bit more composed but still weary.

- “Here,”

he said, offering the glass and the medicine. Carlos accepted them with a grateful nod, quickly swallowing the pills. Lando couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he watched Carlos grimace at the taste.