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

" one day... " - 32

~late update I know!!! I've been super busy with school work and especially with work!

Also sorry if it's not as long, it's literally 12:20 😭

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It was a calm Thursday evening, and the sun had set, casting a soft orange glow through the curtains of Carlos’ living room. He was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels and watching some shows on TV. It was a much-needed break after a long week of training and racing. He was lost in the episodes when suddenly, his peaceful time was interrupted by a loud shout. Carlos didn’t have to think twice to know who it was.

Lando. ~

Carlos chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what was happening. Lando had a competitive streak a mile wide, and whenever he played video games with his best friend Max Fewtrell, things got heated. Max was no stranger to winding Lando up during a game, and it always resulted in loud outbursts and playful banter.

He smiled and thought to himself, Maybe he’s hungry…

Deciding to surprise his boyfriend, Carlos got up and headed to the kitchen. He quickly pulled out the fresh fruit he had bought earlier in the week—juicy strawberries, plump grapes, blueberries bursting with color, and a refreshing watermelon. He carefully began chopping the fruit, taking his time with the watermelon to remove every seed. Lando couldn’t stand the seeds, and Carlos knew he’d appreciate the extra effort.

With the fruit all prepared, Carlos arranged it carefully into a cute, circular pattern on a plate. It looked almost too pretty to eat, but he knew Lando would devour it in no time. He grabbed a glass and poured some cranberry juice, making sure to fill it just right. Once everything was set, he grabbed a tray and carried it to Lando’s streaming room.

As he approached the door, Carlos paused, careful not to disturb the flow of the stream. He peeked inside to see Lando still engrossed in his game, with Max’s voice faintly audible through the speakers. Lando was so focused that he didn’t even notice Carlos walk in, and he made sure to be quiet, setting the tray down gently on the table.

But just as he was about to slip out unnoticed, Lando, still playing, suddenly yelled out.

- "Ricky... These are not new interns... which intern is this? Hello..?"

he said, his voice heavily accented, clearly mocking Carlos.

Carlos rolled his eyes and smirked. He didn’t take offense; he knew exactly what this was about. Lando loved to tease him in the worst Spanish accent whenever they were in front of others, especially when he was trying to get a reaction. But Carlos wasn’t going to let this slide.

With a smirk on his face, Carlos walked over to the chair next to Lando’s, leaned down, and whispered,

- “¿Qué pasa, Lando? ¿Qué pasa con los ‘interns’?” ("What's up, Lando? What's up with the 'interns'?")

Lando froze for a moment before he slowly looked up. He saw Carlos standing there with the tray of fruit and juice, and his eyes widened in surprise. The teasing smile that had been on Lando’s face quickly turned into a sheepish grin. He blushed a little, realizing that Carlos had overheard him mocking him in front of his viewers.

Carlos just smiled knowingly and winked at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The moment was silent for a beat, and then Lando chuckled nervously, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.

- “You heard that, huh?”

Lando muttered under his breath, trying to avoid eye contact.

Carlos, ever the tease, ruffled Lando’s hair affectionately.