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

" heat... " - 23

~ A FERRARI 1-2, ARE WE FINALLY BACK??

also there were SO many penalties being given out like dang 😭😭

(Some smut in this so yeah)

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The 2022 British Grand Prix at Silverstone was a race that Lando had been looking forward to all year. It was his home Grand Prix, and he always felt the immense support from the British crowd, but this year it carried even more weight. Lando had been through a rollercoaster of emotions recently, juggling the pressures of Formula 1 and his secret relationship with Carlos.

However, after months of navigating the complexities of the sport and the demands of media, the two drivers had finally found peace. They had learned how to handle the PR pressures, the public scrutiny, and the constant media circus. The tension that had once threatened their bond was gone, and everything felt at ease between them.

Carlos had managed to secure pole position for the race, an achievement that filled Lando with undeniable pride. Even though they were competing for different teams and had their own battles to fight, Lando’s heart swelled with happiness at Carlos' success. Before heading off to complete their pre-race media duties, the two managed to steal a quiet moment together in Carlos' driver room.

Away from the cameras and the prying eyes of the paddock, they embraced each other, their arms tightening as if to reassure themselves of this rare moment of calm amidst the storm of race weekend. They shared a quick kiss, both smiling softly, knowing they had to get back to their respective teams.

During the press conference, Lando couldn’t hide his joy when asked about Carlos’ pole position. The smile that spread across his face was genuine, as he spoke warmly about his old teammate and "friend".

- “I’m obviously really happy for Carlos,”

he said, his voice light but full of sincerity.

“He deserves it, and I think he’s got a good shot at the win tomorrow. I’ll be rooting for him—well, you know, as much as I can while trying to beat him on track!”

The media laughed, and Lando felt a warmth in his chest. They had both found a way to balance their professional rivalry with their personal relationship, and it felt good.

As the hours passed, the excitement for race day built up, but Lando and Carlos found themselves separated by more than just team colors. They were staying in different hotels, and with the British fans going wild for their home hero, the risk of being spotted together was too great.

As much as they wanted to spend time with each other before the race, they couldn’t risk raising suspicions. Instead, they called each other before bed, sharing a few quiet moments over the phone. They talked about the race, their strategies, and even joked about the crazy energy from the fans. It wasn’t the same as being together, but it was enough for now.

The morning of the race came quickly, and soon enough, they were both back in the paddock, mentally preparing for one of the biggest races of the season. The pre-race rituals passed in a blur of nerves and excitement. When the lights went out and the roar of the engines filled the air, Crofty’s iconic voice boomed across the broadcast:

- “It’s lights out and away we go!”

The race had begun, and the intensity on track was palpable. But almost immediately, chaos struck. Zhou Guanyu was involved in a terrifying crash, his car flipping and flying into the barriers. The red flag was called, and all the cars were sent back to the pits. Lando and Carlos exchanged worried glances from their cockpits, the gravity of the situation hitting them hard.