When the announcement dropped that Franco would be joining F1, following Logan Sargeant's departure, Lando couldn't help but smile. Though they didn't know each other well, he'd heard about Franco in the junior categories and already admired his racing style. On impulse, he sent him a message.
Lando: "Hey, Franco! Congrats on joining F1! Ready to make a splash? "
Franco replied quickly, his excitement and nervousness clear in his words.
Franco: "Thanks, Lando! It still feels unreal, but I can't wait... and I'm looking forward to meeting you, too!"
Their first Grand Prix together at Monza marked the beginning of a growing friendship. From the start, they clicked immediately, sharing laughs over anything and everything between sessions. With each race, Lando made sure to give advice and encouragement, becoming a steady presence for Franco in the overwhelming F1 world. As the months passed, their relationship deepened, and an indescribable feeling grew between them—a soft, unspoken tension.
One evening after a race, as they sat in an empty paddock, Franco looked at him thoughtfully.
"I didn't expect the vibe here to be like this," he admitted. "I thought I'd feel pretty alone... but I'm glad you're here."
Lando felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest. "I'm glad you're here too," he replied, his voice lower.
They shared a look, and for the first time, Lando felt that tension, that fragile and strange bond humming between them.
Between races, they spent nearly every free moment together, trading stories and sharing laughs that always seemed to come easily around each other. At night, even when they were miles apart, they kept their connection alive, sending each other messages late into the night. Their conversations ranged from light-hearted jokes about the day to deeper thoughts they'd rarely shared with anyone else. Each message felt like a step closer, and as the hours stretched on, neither seemed to want the night to end, each word building an unspoken understanding between them.
With every race, this connection grew stronger, though they left it unspoken. Until the Brazilian Grand Prix.
The rain poured down on Interlagos, turning each corner into an unpredictable challenge. Lando was following the safety car in line, rain pounding against his visor, making visibility nearly impossible—his thoughts drifting elsewhere. Ever since Franco had joined F1 at Monza, they had built a close friendship, full of camaraderie but also something more... something neither of them had dared name.
But suddenly, a loud crash broke his focus. He didn't even have to look to know—Franco, just behind him, had lost control. Powerless, Lando barely caught sight of Franco's car as it spun out, colliding hard with the barrier. Terror filled Lando's chest, each waiting second stretched tight as a wire as red flags came out and the emergency teams rushed over.
When the race was finally stopped, Lando didn't waste a second and sprinted toward the medical center, his heart racing. Inside, his eyes swept the room until he saw Franco sitting on a bed, looking a bit pale but with a faint smile on his lips.
"Franco..." Lando quickly approached, a sigh of relief escaping him. "Do you have any idea how badly you scared me?"
Franco looked up, his tired smile lighting up his face. "Sorry... wasn't exactly part of the plan."
Lando stayed silent for a moment, instinctively resting a hand on Franco's shoulder. "I... I couldn't focus after that. I couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt."
The words hung between them, filled with emotion. Franco gazed back at him, eyes bright, and a small smile crept onto his lips. "I didn't know you'd worry this much about me," he murmured, hesitant.
A shiver ran down Lando's spine, and before he had time to think, he closed the distance between them, softly pressing his lips to Franco's. It was a barely-there kiss, yet it held all the worry and feelings they had kept hidden.
When they pulled away, Franco murmured, "So... this is what we've been waiting for?"
Lando smiled, nodding. "I think so. Maybe we were just waiting for the right moment."
Franco smiled, amused. "Guess it took me hitting a barrier for it to happen," he joked.
Lando laughed, shaking his head. "If I'd known, I'd have done it way sooner." They stayed there, their laughter and anxiety giving way to a gentle warmth.
As night fell, they continued talking, their hands brushing, finally mustering the courage to admit what they'd felt all along. For the first time, they let their hearts lead the way.
A/N
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