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

" The night felt perfect... " - 46

~ George absolutely dominated that race and Lewis carried.

Carlos P3 yuhh!!

I'm super happy that Max won the championship!! Literally deserved. (My dad was playing Super Max on blast and it was 2am.. 😭)

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The sun bathed the city in golden light as Carlos and Lando tiptoed out of their hotel, taking extra care not to alert anyone from McLaren. It was a quiet, intimate moment, just the two of them in the calm before the storm of race day.

Carlos, as usual, took the wheel, with Lando lounging in the passenger seat, humming along to a playlist they’d crafted together. The drive to the paddock was short but lively, Lando’s energy infectious as he sang parts of a song, his smile lighting up Carlos’s morning.

When they arrived at the paddock, cameras quickly found Carlos as he stepped out of the Ferrari. His calm, confident demeanor softened into something more tender as he walked to the passenger side, opening the door for Lando.

- “Such a gentleman,”

Lando teased, his smile wide as Carlos placed a steadying hand on his back.

- “Always,”

Carlos quipped, leaning in slightly.

Their casual kiss outside the McLaren facility drew audible gasps and cheers from nearby fans, thrilled to see their favorite couple’s affection in real life.

- “Careful, Carlos,”

Lando joked, eyes glinting mischievously.

- “They’ll think you’re trying to steal the show before we even get to the track.”

Carlos rolled his eyes with a grin.

- “If anyone’s stealing the show, amor, it’s you.”

He ruffled Lando’s hair playfully before heading off to the Ferrari facility, leaving Lando chuckling in his wake.

As the day wore on, teams prepared for the race. Meetings were held, strategies revised, and every detail fine-tuned. By 6:30 p.m., the drivers climbed aboard the parade bus, waving to fans and giving interviews in English and their native languages.

Carlos exchanged a knowing smile with Lando during the ride, their connection unbroken despite the mounting pressure.

By 9:30 p.m., all eyes were on the track. Cars lined up on the grid, the hum of engines and the buzz of the crowd filling the air.

The lights went out, and chaos erupted as the cars lunged forward. George led the pack with precision, while Charles surged past Pierre and Carlos into second place. The mid-field battles were intense, and pit strategies were soon tested.

Drama unfolded when Pierre retired due to an engine failure, and Alex followed after debris disrupted his car’s performance. Meanwhile, Oscar received a penalty for a false start, further shaking up the race order.

By lap 28, Carlos was feeling the strain of his tyres and radioed his team.

Carlos (over radio): “Guys, the tyres are done. I need to box. Box me now!”

Ferrari engineer: “Hold on, Carlos. Stay out for another lap.”

Carlos’s frustration was evident in his voice.

“I’m losing time here! This is going to cost us!”

A moment later, the pit wall changed their mind.

Ferrari engineer: “Box now, box now. Push into the pit lane!”

Carlos obeyed, but as he approached the pit entrance, chaos struck.