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I adore norrix but maybe carlando for number 1? 🫶🏼
- Watching the sunset
"C'mon, Carlos! You're gonna miss it!"
Carlos chuckled at Lando's impatience, picking up the drinks he'd made and walking out to the patio. Lando was leaning back in a lounge chair, scooched to the side so that Carlos had plenty of room to join him. He lifted up the edge of the blanket he was wrapped in as Carlos set down their drinks and joined him, before plastering himself to Carlos' chest.
Carlos smiled and kissed the top of his head, his heart warming with love. Lando was always touchy, always had to be close to him. Carlos could always feel the sheer adoration and love through his skin, like some sort of weird osmosis. It was so sweet, and he never wanted to imagine a time when he couldn't feel Lando's touch.
The two of them comfortably slotted together, Lando's head pillowed on Carlos' chest, and Carlos' chin propped atop Lando's head. They faced the western sky, where the sunset was reaching its crescendo.
As soon as Lando had seen how wide and clear the sky was at their little vacation villa, he'd insisted that he wanted to watch the sunset every night, and maybe try stargazing too. Carlos had no strength to resist when he pleaded so sweetly, not that he'd ever turn down something so warm and romantic anyway.
Bolts of lilac and pink clouds shot through the golden sky, bleeding into magenta and red. The sun was a mote of blinding white hovering at the edge of the horizon, surrounded by a sea of sunflower yellow. It was a stunning view, almost as stunning as the man curled up in Carlos' arms. But no natural marvel could ever be as beautiful as him.
The sun continued to creep closer to the horizon, until all at once, the two edges kissed. At the same time, Lando stretched upwards and pressed a kiss to Carlos' lips.
He kind of forgot about the sunset for a moment after that.
By the time his eyes returned to the sky, the sun had sunk almost completely below the horizon, a few beams of light still tethering it to the sky. The colors had turned from gold and red to purple and pink, and stars were faintly visible in the darkest parts of the sky. Very soon, night would fall, and a sea of stars would replace the warm colors above them. And with the sun down, the temperature would drop.
But right now, Carlos was plenty warm.
As long as he could hold Lando close to his heart, he always would be.
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If you give a man a baby
Carlos just stares as the fan hands her baby, her eleventh month old, to Lando and steps back with her phone. The baby is wearing a dinosaur onesie, feet tucked away but soft, hair tufty and sparse. Lando stands contrapose, one hip helping support the baby as Lando has him under the arms and around the belly. His big hands covering almost all of the dinosaur pattern as he holds the baby securely.
“Look here, sweetie!” The fan tells her baby, trying to get a picture he will never remember of the time he met two Formula 1 drivers at the Monaco mall. The baby looks at the camera, opens his mouth and makes a joyful noise at his mother, little hands flapping. Carlos watches Lando smile, at the baby and then the camera. Carlos is still staring at Lando, holding the chubby and gleeful baby, when the flash goes off.
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This is the third fic snippet I have started in my drafts today but please have some Carlando vacation smut:
Lando wakes in the middle of the night to the soft noise of Carlos moving in the sheets, skin on Egyptian cotton. It’s the only sound save for the waves outside, the cabana door open with just the screen between them and the ocean. He doesn’t open his eyes, just reaches back and grips Carlos’s side to pull Carlos against his back again, like they’d been when he fell asleep.
“Landito, I have to get up,” Carlos murmurs. “The washroom…”
“No,” Lando slurs back sleepily, nestling back into Carlos’s chest and his head down into the pillows.
“Lando,” Carlos says, chidingly. Something is pressing into the small of Lando’s back. Oh.
Lando grinds back experimentally and Carlos’s breathing becomes audible in the quiet room.
“Lando.”
Lando pulls Carlos closer with the hand still on his side, skin warm under his palm. “Just slip it in, I’ll still be open.” They'd fucked before bed; sickeningly, deliciously in missionary, Carlos's eyes boring into Lando's, like a romance film.
Carlos sort of moans, voice gruff with sleep, and rolls his hips against Lando’s ass. Lando hitches his leg up, giving Carlos access. There's a long stretch in his back, his ass. It's nice. He hears Carlos spit into his hand, rudimentally slicking himself up, and then the head of his cock presses at Lando’s rim. He sighs at the feeling and cants his hips back like he can pull Carlos in with the small movement.
Carlos snakes his arms around Lando, across his stomach and holding him close before he presses forwards. At the same time, his lips are at the back of Lando’s neck, just a dry brush of the plushness.
Carlos slips in with ease and Lando hears the small, gasped breath he takes. He slowly rocks into Lando, never pulling out far, like distance would be too much. Lando is soft and warm with sleep, open but sore after the night before. It’s achingly good, just makes Lando feel shivery with need despite the way he’s over sensitive. It’s good like a deep tissue massage, good like an ice bath. He’s not even hard, just barely awake. But he wants it, wants Carlos close like this—again and again, however many times they can.
Carlos barely even picks up his pace as he gets close, just hitches his breath and hips. His nose is nuzzled below Lando’s ear, hair tickling Lando’s skin. He sleepily turns his head and Carlos presses a kiss to his cheekbone. Lando hums—content—and still has his eyes closed.
When Carlos comes, he moans lowly in Lando’s ear, shaking through it. Lando presses back into Carlos, clenching softly and knitting his fingers through Carlos’s own clutching at Lando's stomach. The hot spill inside warms him, makes him shiver himself as Carlos fills him up again. It makes his heart flutter, his chest ache.
Carlos doesn’t immediately pull out. He leaves himself nestled in Lando as he unevenly breathes into Lando’s neck. Minutes later, when he finally puts a centimeter between them and moves to pull out, Lando is already asleep again.
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Mexican GP '24 // Over-the-line radio (1/?)
Ricky: "Yes, this is masterclass, Carlos. Dominant weekend. Un mastino." Carlos: *emotional* Ricky: (emotion in his voice) "Good job." Carlos: "Yes! Yes!"