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

" true love... " - 18

~ F1 IS FINALLY BACK! (It felt like the longest break EVER.)

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As the private jet soared through the clouds, the atmosphere inside was charged with a newfound intimacy. Carlos and Lando sat side by side, both basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. Their earlier confessions of love hung in the air, creating a warmth that contrasted with the coolness of the cabin. Lando leaned back in his seat, letting out a content sigh, while Carlos absentmindedly played with Lando's hair, weaving his fingers through the soft strands, feeling both relaxed and exhilarated.

They had always shared a deep bond, but now it felt different—more profound. With two hours left before landing in London, the two had the luxury of time to explore this new chapter of their relationship.

Carlos had decided to extend his stay at Lando's apartment, opting to leave two weeks before the end of the break to reconnect with his family and friends. The thought of those upcoming days together made him smile, knowing they would have this time to themselves.

In comfortable silence, Carlos couldn’t help but reflect on their journey. The laughter, the racing, the late-night conversations—they all led to this moment. Breaking the silence, he nudged Lando playfully, reminding him of that unforgettable night at one of the races when they had laid together, heads resting on each other’s shoulders, gazing up at a blanket of stars.

- “Do you remember how lost we were in that moment?”

he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Lando grinned, his eyes sparkling with memories.

- “How could I forget? We were so oblivious to everything around us, caught up in our own little world.”

His laughter mingled with Carlos’s, a sound so genuine and carefree that it echoed through the cabin, creating a melody of shared joy. They both knew they had danced around their feelings for too long, and now that they had embraced it, everything felt right.

Turning to face Carlos, Lando met his gaze, his expression softening. In that moment, he had the cutest eyes Carlos had ever seen, wide and filled with affection. It made Carlos’s heart flutter, a sensation he had longed for yet found surprising in its intensity. The realization that this was not just a fleeting moment but the beginning of something beautiful settled comfortably in his chest.

- “You know, I think we were both just scared,”

Lando admitted softly, breaking the brief silence that followed.

- “Scared of what it would mean for us, scared of ruining what we already had.”

His vulnerability made Carlos’s heart swell, and he reached out to cup Lando’s cheek, brushing his thumb gently across his skin.

- “Maybe we were,”

Carlos replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

- “But now that we’ve taken that leap, I can’t imagine going back to just being friends. This feels so much better.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, solidifying their connection even further. Lando leaned into Carlos’s touch, finding solace in the intimacy that had blossomed between them.

As the jet continued its journey, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of them and the promise of what lay ahead. With each passing minute, they delved deeper into their shared dreams and hopes, weaving a tapestry of memories they were eager to create together. In the cocoon of the private jet, time felt suspended, allowing them to explore not just their feelings for each other but the adventure that awaited them in London.