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Champagne showers, fireworks, showdown.
Carlos stood before the wide glass panel, clear view of the city.
The 12 hour dance party left everyone else in a buzzed state. And since then it's been twelve hours.
"What a day for Ferrari!"
"Carlos Sainz!"
"Carlos Sainz!"
"..... But they won with the wrong car."
Momentarily Carlos had forgotten he was only a guest at that team.
Very welcome perhaps.
But just a guest.
That sentence alone was enough.
The response from the team was mixed.
Charles, his Charles was upset. The team had fucked up strategy but Carlos was suddenly the fall guy.
Charles had turned his head and left. Maybe.. just maybe, Carlos has hammered the final pin on the coffin.
He stares at the dark screen of his phone. Any other day, Charles would've been constantly pinging him, chatting him up. Even with Carlos having podiums. He was petty but not a sore loser.
Ferrari strategy has always been the biggest weakness of Charles Leclerc. The golden boy of Ferrari couldn't think of being disobedient to La Ferrari.
Carlos had always been the disobedient child. Unfortunately.
What else could he have done?! Hit the brakes, spin out and hand the position over to someone else? No. That's not who he is.
But it didn't help either. The noise had downed, and the silence was trying to share a far worse perspective.
At this point, he was a guest. Overstaying his welcome. Fuck.
He runs a hand through his hair. A drink. He needs a drink. The hotel was packed with reporters and officials. It was moments before wildfire gossip if he was caught drinking alone to relish his pain.
....Cava 57 Winery. He heard Daniel mention it twice. That guy has a passion for booze. And repeatimg a place name is definitely a green signal.
Carlos takes advantage of the darkening evening and slowly slips out with the help of an uber driver in exchange for a handsome tip. The drive wasn't long. And it wasn't long before he was sat very hospitally, being served wine pours.
He looks around, the usual buzzing winery is nearly empty. Yet he was getting his glass filled with dark red liquid.
He gently knocks to grab the attention of the man behind the bar. And he does.
The guy looks up, 'Yes, sir?'
Carlos looks around for a quick second, 'It is so quiet. Not complaining but... Why?'
The bartender lights up, 'Oh! A very generous gentleman threw a wine tasting party over here, tonnes of people showed up. Most of them got super drunk and left. However, his reservation is still there up until midnight. You must know him, right? He didn't reveal his identity to the staffs. But he is the guy, I'm telling you. Knows how to throw a proper party.'
Carlos blinks. 'Someone... Rented out the entire winery?'
The guy nods enthusiastically, 'Crazy! Right?'
He nods in agreement, 'Why was I let in then? And why do you say I must know him?'
The guy frowns, 'I assumed you are from those racing units people that were permitted to come and leave as they please. Are you perhaps...'
Good god he wasn't exposed. 'Yeah, I am one of those, but my fellow mates didn't fill me in, they were in a hurry' he half lies. The bartender politely nods, 'Can understand that... Man, this guy even included us into the party too, too bad we still have shift hours to cover. I however am getting wasted the moment my shift ends!' he skips back to the back for whatever reason.
So that's why he could leave so smoothly, the entire racing affiliation was drunk out of their minds. Good. Good.
Carlos notices he had taken a spot really far off from what could've been the busiest part of the winery. The lights dim around him. Who.. was this guy? He sounded familiar. But Carlos was there to turn off his brain, not to make it work twice as hard.
The bartender was back again.
'Could you tell me where this mystery party thrower is? I have to thank him afterall...'
The guy smiles, 'Sure thing! He's in the private lounge bar, have fun!'
And Carlos moves. The winery is truly empty. He pauses once before pushing the private lounge door open. The tall figure on the high chair twisted around immediately.
"My my! The talk of the town! Finally at my humble party. El Matador!! "
Ricciardo. Daniel Ricciardo. OF COURSE. A down to earth guy who throws the best party and doesn't forget the staffs too?
Of course. Of course it had to be Danny Ric.
'Hey.. Daniel...' The smile on his face can't stretch the corners of his lips for longer. His pace isn't fast when he approached the bar, claiming the nearest high chair, hoping that Daniel didn't notice how his voice gave up midway.
"The man. The show stopper. Mr. Vazquez De Castro. I really thought I wouldn't get a glimpse of you after the massive dance party you threw.'
Bright smile. Illuminated by the soft warm ambient light. Daniel's existence alone is too big of a presence. But surprisingly Carlos doesn't feel intimidated or uncomfortable.
'It was nothing... Really.'
'No. No. A winner must not be humble all the time. Come on now!' he laughs, turning to the bar tender, ' Pour Zinfandel and Whimsical White. Two each of us.' he orders.
Immediately his attention was back to Carlos. 'Tell me. Anything against Rosé or Red?'
He shakes his head.
'Awesome.' Daniel smiles big but soon his smile drops a little.
'Everhthing alright, Sainz?'
And he sucks in a deep breath. No, no, no, no, no, NO.
Daniel Ricciardo, he just HAD to ask the wrong question or the right one... No one knows. He doesn't answer, an awkward silence fills the room. The bartender pours their wine, almost tensing at the thick awkwardness in the air.
Daniel turns to him and gives a smile, 'I will summon you later.'
He didn't need to spell it out for the man behind the bar who smiles, gives a polite nod and leaves the room.
Carlos watches him leave, eyes distant as he vaguely traces the retreating figure.
He draws his legs up the chair footrest as he feels his shoulders tensing. He grabs the red wine and sips. Daniel's glasses remain untouched for far too long.
Carlos could feel the worried glances on him, but hey, at least the older man was finally sipping his wine. He drags out the little liquid for as long as possible before he couldn't anymore. And immediately he reaches for the rosé. A hand takes hold of his wrist and he looks to his side. He doesn't know when Daniel had left the chair to stand beside him. He's close, close enough for Carlos to figure out the sweat drenched oddly attractive rich cardamom and sandalwood of his perfume.
And he breaks. His head drops on Daniel's chest and finally his eyes wells up. Daniel stays silent, untangling Carlos' fingers from the wine glass and pulls his head closer, wrapping both his arms around.
“You won, Mr. Culprit” his voice drops low and Carlos couldn't stop the heart ripping mute sob. He hates it. He's soaking Daniel's shirt, he looks ugly crying. Why is he even crying?
"Ferrari did... With the wrong fucking car" he hears himself.
What is wrong with him?! Complaining like a child after he felt left out? Is that who he is afterall? Still the owner is the famous title of 'Nepo-baby with attitude problem' ?
He feels hands on his cheek, pulling off of the firm chest. He misses the warmth, the soft cotton against his skin, the musky cardamom and sandalwood. Fuck. Was it too much for even Daniel?
"You're always in your head, Sainz" the voice soft, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks, "I wonder..." He doesn't finish the line. Carlos looks up, the humiliating tears slip down along his long lashes, only to find the hazel eyes pinned on him.
He grows anxious. Is the man before him judging him too? His expression... He tries to grasp onto whatever he could reach for and soon the unreadable expression morphs.
Daniel's gaze softens with a noticeable sparkle in them. “Sometimes, your own house makes you feel like a stranger. And when that happens..."
Carlos stares, another fresh droplet lingers before falling on his cheek, "...you find another home?"
He tries, as if learning to speak after ages, his voice uneven, tear drenched.
Daniel nods and soft smile. "Yes. Because it's never a home for us, Sainz. Only a house." His thumb catches the rolling tear and wipes them.
He laughs, "You look real ugly crying like a baby!"
And Carlos pouts. Truly pouts. Another fresh wave of tears gathering along his waterline.
"I know" he mutters with genuine admittance and Daniel's face drops.
"No, Sainz.. that's not- I..." Daniel isn't someone to stutter but he does regardless.
"I did not mean it, Sainz. I was.. trying to cut a joke. You know, to cheer you up and something-" He fumbles around with his words, "I am truly sorry."
Carlos shakes his head, "No point being sorry over a fact. It's alright, you know?"
And the older man paused, "What?"
Carlos echoes, "What?"
"Well, it's not a fact? That's for sure."
"It is, you don't have to lie to me, Daniel" he laughs and Daniel frowns.
"Sainz.... Sainz, Sainz, Sainz. Mr Vazquez De Castro. Are you shitting me right now?" He sounds bewildered and Carlos stares up at him, unsure about what to say and Daniel did not stop.
"You are... You're so... I mean, you have such picturesque big beautiful eyes. How could you ever be ugly?!" And suddenly Daniel's eyes widens. So does Carlos'.
Carlos tries to speak but his throat suddenly drier than Sahara. "Daniel..." He croak out finally, tensing at his voice cracking, "Did you have one too many drinks?" The forced smile doesn't materialize after all.
And the words drip into silence. Carlos' eyes moves to the resting pink bubbly drink and Daniel's eyes on him.
The slight uneven footsteps fade away behind. The room remains silent until Carlos lifts the glass and downs the rosé. This was better. Wasn't it? He had made Daniel uncomfortable enough to leave him be.
A hot droplet glides down his cheek and soon many follow. What was wrong with him? Was his rejection sensitivity still so heightened that-
He yelps when a hand lands on his shoulder.
Daniel. He was back. Standing right there as an reassurance against Carlos' doubts.
"Come with me?"
Daniel, oh Daniel. Ever so sweet, so considerate, such lovely man. But why would Carlos have the privilege of following him out? On what ground? Everyone knows, that privilege belongs to mostly Max Verstappen and Lando Norris.
Carlos... Was not Lando. And he couldn't even dream of being Verstappen. But.. being Verstappen doesn't sound half as bad if Daniel Ricciardo was the one accompanying him almost everywhere.
'Sainz? Mr. Junior?' he hates how Daniel's voice sound so gentle. Soft even. His breath collapses.
"Haaa-uh?"
"It you have anything against it, or simply don't want to leave with me, now's the time to let me know."
A gentle shake of head followed by “This... I... I'm just... Too tired to move.. But I want to."
Daniel's gaze remains fixed, letting the silence fall between them. He was standing next to Carlos but not close enough. The warm cardamom aroma was too faint for his liking. Wordlessly he paws at the other man. Fingers loosly clutching his shirt as Carlos feels his body lean towards Daniel.
"Carlos."
And he couldn't care less about then mild warning behind those words, he is not even drunk but his dazed eyes sees the rest of the world blur out as only one person remains in his focus.
He stumbles down the chair and immediately let's himself collapse.
He could feel his knees visibly buckle. And his thoughts blur out too as soon as the cardamom scent once again swallows his senses.
"Are you drunk, Sainz?" The voice reverbs and Carlos barely pulls himself only to shove his face more into Daniel.
"I.. I don't know."
And somehow he was being princess carried to somewhere in a few minutes.
A soft whine, thrashing his legs twice and he settles with gently resting his face in the crook of Daniel's neck.
"I could walk-"
A loud laughter follows suit, "you were complaining about moving, Sainz, you could barely stand."
He doesn't protest anymore. Letting himself be carried.
'I hope we aren't going back to the hotel' he couldn't even form the legible whispers but the intended audience heard him just alright.
'Of course not. I am not staying there, remember?' comes the reply.
His approving hums morph into giggles. Suddenly happy.
"What's so funny, Carlitos?" Cheeky poke from Daniel makes him giggle more, shoving his face farther into his neck.
"Dunno." His body feels heavier. Eyes closing from a sudden wave of tiredness.
"Hey hey, now, don't sleep on me junior, we're almost here."
That does alert Carlos. Peeling himself from the neck, the first thing his eyes catch is Daniel's throat. His fingers touch the Adam's apple. The finger tracing on the chords of muscle framing it.
Soon his nose had replaced the fingertips and his lips follow suit. Tongue peeking out to trace the ridges.
He could feel the tiny struggle in Daniel's breathing. It only encourages him to press his lips on the beating vein.
"Sainz." The voice is calm yet firm. Way too firm, "hold it, we'll be there in a minute. Are you that drunk?"
Carlos protests, nuzzling closer, peppering kisses. He suddenly pulls back, letting his head hang loose, "How- how are you even carrying me like this, I am almost your weight, this-"
Daniel effortlessly shuffles him in a better grip, "Well. What can I say, tesoro? I am the pinnacle of human high performance after all"
Carlos snorts, breaking out in unmeasured uneven fits of giggles. He hung his head back, laughing, his eyes catching the cabin they were approaching.
"Put me down!" He half hisses and recieves an arched eyebrow as response.
"Sure", but Daniel doesn't put him down until they reach the front door of the cabin. And the moment Carlos' feet touches ground, he collapses. Completely seated on the pebbled front.
He kicks his feet and pouts. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"
The door clicks open and Daniel crouches down before the younger man, "Since you can't walk right now to save your life, would you like a princess carry or a piggy back?"
Carlos huffs and barely hoists himself up, failing to take a stable step, he just stares at Daniel like it was his fault.
And he was once again carried inside, bridal style. Daniel kicks the door back maing sure it shut properly. And he beelines towards the bedroom.
Carrying the whole human the entire path wasn't half as difficult as finally setting the guy on a bed. Manouvering him on the bed was already difficult enough and as the perfect partner, Sainz made it extra difficult for him. The moment Carlos's back touched the bed, his arms looped around Daniel's neck instead.
The bedside lamp's glow fall on them in an otherwise dark room. The smile on Daniel's face was watching, consistent. Carlos' eyes fixed on his face.
"Hi", Carlos breaths, a bit too noticable, glowing a clam off-white.
Daniel laughs, "Hello beautiful."
Immediate return of the pout. "I'm not."
"You are."
"'m not."
"Are so."
"No!"
The pout getting stronger with each passing word.
Daniel's eyes linger a little too long.
"Keep doing that and I will-"
Hesitation takes over. But Carlos unleashes his absolute nuclear weapon.
Staring up at Daniel with big brown eyes, eyebrows slightly knitted close, glossy lips free from the pout prison. And innocence filled to brims. How does that even work? Nearly a thirty year old grown adult man in a rugged sport.
How does so much innocence appear there? All harsh planes of his smoothened over by some magic. Loose strands of soft hair fall all over his forehead and eyes.
"But you're not..." He complains and the reverie breaks, Daniel shakes his head, smile stretching his lips. He frees himself from Carlos' arms, "I am not what?"
He turns to leave, almost regretting the question.
"Wait!" Carlos sits up, "Wait, Daniel, Danny.." he pauses, assessing the situation, and Daniel's figure. Back turned to him but honouring his request, standing frozen in track.
"You.. you hesitate everytime you flirt with me", Daniel closes his eyes, *shit*.
"I have seen how you look at me. Even today. You.. just a few seconds ago, you had me under you, exactly where you wanted me, exactly where I wanted to be. Then... Then..." His voice thick with incoming surge of emotions and his accent, deepening more when he feels lost.
"Why do you keep backing off?!" He yells, trying mask the scorching hot tear tracks on his cheeks, " I truly threw myself at you and you.. you.. despite feeling the same you keep pushing me away, walking away like some saint.. like I am a cheap distraction!" He can't see anything, eyes blurring but Daniel is still there. Still listening.
"Do you not understand how disgusting I feel at this moment?! Or was i wrong all along? That I was the delusional one? That you don't want me at all and I am the one throwing myself at you? You! You told me if I had anything against going with you I should've told you in the bar! What did you even mean?! You looked at me with all the want and desire and something burning in your eyes, I am not dumb, Daniel!"
He breathes heavy, silent sobs twisting his gut. "If you want me so much, why won't you touch me then, Dan??? Why do you keep undressing me with your eyes but chicken out before you can do it yourself?! Do it, you coward! Why do you act like that.. why.." his face drops on his palms, tears keep flowing, "am I the wrong guy for you too?"
That finnally... lead to sort of a response. The mattress dips beside him. "No. Carlos. You have always been right. I do want you, desire you desperately. But.. you are drunk right now. And I don't want to get consumed by my desire when you're in a vulnerable state. I want us to be on same frequency when we act on it. It is better if you sleep now. I am not going anywhere, but I can't stay with you right now. I am sorry, Carlito but I really can't."
He waits until Carlos finally removes his hands from his face, wipes his tears haphazardly, sits there looking at Daniel like he has offended the entire Sainz bloodline. Something twists and Daniel moves closer and pulls Carlos to his chest.
The spaniard doesn't protest and lets him be. The familiar warmth and warm spice, cardamom scent taking over his senses about fifth time that night, oh how he wishes to be absolutely consumed by it .... Unfortunately the sleep starts crashing on him.
A few more minutes, he begs to no one in particular, please, a few more minutes of the warmth, the embrace. A few more...
He wakes up alone, neatly covered in the thick blanket, feeling well rested but accompanied by a mild headache. And a bit disoriented. Well, may be he was a bit too drunk.
He walks out of the room, the glass windows whispering the night hadn't ended yet. He looks around. The somewhat kitchenette glowing warm hue of off-yellow.
"Daniel?" He finds himself asking, and the said man emerges from the doorway.
"Up already?"
He nods.
" Well, good morning to you? Even though it's about three in the morning. Come here sleepyhead. Care for some coffee?" Daniel walks back into the kitchen.
Carlos follows his instructions and stands by the kitchen doorway.
"I have kept a new toothbrush in the washroom sink table. Feel free to use the toiletries. I didn't wash my mouth, well because I was mostly awake." He supplies while pouring the coffee in two paper cups.
"I usually don't carry ceramics. Hope that's okay." He hands one to Carlos, "Australian coffee, the best stuff only." He winks and Carlos suddenly feels heat creeping up his cheek, definitely not from the warm cup of coffee. He turns around and takes a sip.
Good lord. Oh dear.
"Are all Australian best stuff this delicious?" He blurts out before he could stop himself. Something clatters in the background, making him turn around.
He sees Daniel quickly putting away the cutlery he dropped. A hue of red on his cheeks.
Oh. An evil smile blooms on Carlos' face. "Hm?"
He downs the coffee and approaches the now 'very busy in sipping coffee' Ricciardo. "You didn't answer me."
Daniel could've backed away if he tried. But he didn't want to. So, he stands there, back against the dining island, sipping his coffee while Carlos almost leans on him.
"Are all..." He drags out the 'all', "best Australian stuff..." His eyes scan Daniel from head to toe and back up, "this delicious?" Two skilled hands had trapped him and Carlos was standing close.
"I.." he gulps down the rest of the coffee, "... don't know, really." A flirty Sainz would cause his cardiac arrhythmia, he realises.
"I want to find out." He scoots closer to Daniel, almost touching, "And I am no longer drunk, mind you, Sir."
The sass. Daniel was gone. He snaked his hand around the spaniard's waist and pull him flushed with himself, " I'll take your words for it, then."
He leans down slightly and immediately Carlos' lips crash on him. Innocent smooches, feather light presses of lips, the fleeting soft kisses. Carlos felt himself losing his mind, and it wasn't even an all consuming kiss or their tongues intertwined.
Instead he was comfortably held by Daniel, his own arms now circling the older man's neck, and in reciprocation the warmth settling around his waist. And suddenly he feels a tiny bite on his lower lip and a little tug. Soft gasp leaving his mouth.
Of course. It was Daniel after all. "Oi!" He warns.
Daniel laughs, and leans in with another kiss, gently locking their lips together, untangling, angling his head to the right and locking lips again. His hand traces over Carlos' side, pulling him closer whenever there was some unwanted gap between them.
Blame Carlos all you want, but he didn't expect such tender affection laced kisses from the Grid's crazy heartthrob. He expected messy, hurtful, something that'd make him regret it all in the morning, that can make him think that well, maybe he didn't deserve Carlos either. Just like Ferrari didn't.
But he was circled in warmth, feeling floaty as he closed his eyes, sinking under the soft presses of Daniel's lips on his forehead, his closed eyelids, his nose, both cheeks, his chin and finally on his lips.
He forces himself to look at the man before him, curls falling unkempt on his forehead, his well defined eyebrows, and the stunning hazel eyes gleaming in sparse ambient light, His nose, the moustache that fits him oh-so-well and his slightly grown beard. The long neck and the thick chords of muscle. Daniel Ricciardo was no doubt a stunning man.
“We never got to drive together, you know” Carlos blurts out and Daniel starts laughing, ”if you are still thinking about races while I have you all to myself, I'm not doing the moment justice".
Carlos pouts, “No, that's not it”, the whine was too apparent, “ but the.." his word crumples into a soft gasp due to a kiss is being pressed in the curve where his neck meets his shoulder. He lets his head fall in the opposite direction making more space.
“This is your time, Sainz" Daniel follows up each tiny bite with a kiss, marvelling at how the tan skin catches colours, "it isn't pleasant to talk about a retired driver on this day.."
Carlos finds his fingers tangled in Daniel's curls, gentle but firm as his entire body responds to the godawful teasing nibbles. "What are you doing, Daniel..."
His voice heavy with accent, "are you trying to.." he doesn't get to end the sentence before he gets smooched right on his lips.
"To eat you up? Yes. Yes, that's the plan."
And he felt himself being flipped around and hiked up on the dining island.
Large hands splayed on Carlos' thighs, sliding up the shorts accidentally, resting on his hips momentarily before slipping to his ass, pulling him closer. Daniel's fingers skip to his lower back, thumb resting on hips. He pushes in his lips from a mere smooch to gentle lip lock. His hands skim over the arched back, the thigh hiking up, his hand hooking under the dense muscle. Another palm rests on Carlos' nape before his fingers tangle in those smooth long locks.
Carlos feels himself squirming, Daniel wouldn't stop touching his thighs and he has been way too hard for way too long, those little touches were enough to drive him insane. And Daniel just wouldn't do anything. At all.
Other than the tender groping, touching and kissing him to the point of his bottom lip slightly trobbing, sore and slick being thoroughly tended for.
He pushes Daniel off enough to detach their lips, "Stop kissing and do something for fucks sa-"
He doesn't get to finish before the Aussie relatches their lips together. Noises of complaining slip through him in between their intense kisses and Daniel grins, feeling Carlos trying to push him off, annoyed.
He finally let's go. Still holding him close. Carlos snaps his head a little far, and stares at Daniel, annoyance clear on the knitted brows, "You keep kissing me!" He accused.
The grin spreads wider on Daniel's face, his eyes stay pinned on Carlos, huffing and catching breath.
What a beautiful man. Is all he could think of. Carlos was a lot of man, broad, tanned, handsome, rugged.
But not as rugged as was Daniel, hiding behind a huge smile. And having Carlos squirm in his arms, all soft, skin, and the very much unwanted layers of their clothes between them...
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"How can I not?" The reply slips, but his gaze doesn't, "Do you have any idea how long, how long I wished for you to be in my arms, just like this, all wrapped up and showered with affection thoroughly? Oh what the hell..."
Carlos' dumbstruck face morphs into one of a confusion, helpless big eyes switching between Daniel's to understand the what all of those expressions together were supposed to mean. And the Aussie realises his own breath pausing momentarily.
He leans forward and let's his forhead rest on Carlos' neck. "Fuck, how am I supposed to not kiss you nonstop when you are in my arms, looking like that, giving me those eyes.."
"Looking like what?" Carlos blinks, confused out of his mind, "what eyes? What are you even talking about?" His voice sounds on the verge of losing the composure.
Daniel refuses to elaborate, instead he breathes in the sweat soaked woody scent lingering on Carlos' skin. Kissing the exposed parts. Hands trying to feel him up whole at once, relishing the feeling of the the man squirming and arching, under Daniel's fingers, that hooks under the hem of the hoodie Carlos had been wearing the whole time. He pushes the material slowly, painstakingly slow, letting the wearer impatiently tug the clothing item free.
"Sainz", Daniel pauses him, and Carlos looks up, hair all ruffled, hoodie still wrapped around his arms. Before he could get rid of it fully, Daniel pulls him closer and picks him up, rushing to the bedroom and carelessly dropping him on the bed.
Immediately Carlos finds himself under the Aussie, both hand pinned about his head, his torso bare, flexing as he tries to get comfortable on the mattress, also trying to get away half heartedly. He well, he doesn't truly want to get away. But being grabbed by the Aussie's large hands feels good. And well, if that way he can make the older man finally leave the foreplay at bay.
"You're thinking out loud" Daniel snorts and Carlos reddens a little more.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
"So. You don't want me to leave the foreplay at bay?"
Carlos' eyes widens, and his tan skin shifts to a dusty red, all the way to his chest. Daniel laughs, "Fuck, you are so adorable".
He leans down and kisses the younger man again, one hand stilling pinning his arms above and another trails down his chest, pausing at the waistband of the shorts. Carlos tenses up slightly, he feels a finger hooking on his waistband and gently pulling down. If his skin could disply a redder shade of blush, he would've been that red by now. His lower abdomen buzzes. And goes even more red, if that was possible, feeling like a teenager with a raging crush.
"You blush so beautifully, you know that?" Daniel nuzzles him, nose tracing right below his jaw, "I don't know a lot poetic sophisticated similes to compare, but that reminds me on ruby on gold. Something like that". Carlos' breath hitches, barely noticeable as the underwear follows the discarded shorts. His painful erection all bare and Daniel isn't even paying attention to that.
Still he finds himself feeling exposed. All senses heightened, self consciousness floods in. Wheather his chest was properly shaved, wheather his wide body was too off putting. If only he could've known Daniel's ideal type.
"You are thinking out loud again"
And this time, Carlos only blushes and doesn't question it. His hips twitch as the cold air of the air conditioner hits him.
“It's just, you keep nuzzling my jaw and I haven't shaved enough... Isn't that uncomfortable?”
Large hands splayed on his hips, drags up slowly until it rests on his chest, skin smooth after a thorough shave, "Oh you've shaved enough,"
"Oh quit it!" Carlos snaps, overheating enough for his exhale to turn misty, "I thought you were someone who got to the point, attempted things thoroughly and.. and you just keep being mushy with me, if you don't touch me right now I swear to god Daniel!"
"But I am touching you" Daniel muses, Hand squeezing the younger man's firm pec, "Am I not?"
A whine follows immediately, "you! You know what I mean! At least take off those goddamn clothes for fuck's sake!"
Daniel follows, laughing as he tugs the shirt haphazardly over his head and throwing it away, "There, happy?"
"Not even remotely", Carlos twists, his hands still above his head, "shorts, off.. off" he puts his legs into use instead, trying to push the trousers off.
"Put your leg down, you'll have enough time me holding them up" Carlos disregards the crass comment and keeps trying to do the same, the Aussie laughs as he unbuttons his trousers and throws them to the pile of discarded clothes, shortly followed by his boxers. And the next thing he does is pinning Carlos' one leg with his own and grabbing the one the Spaniard kept trying to feel him up with. The guy underneath feels even more heat rise up and fogging his eyes.
"Can't help but spread all wide, hmm? You dirty little thing" his voice dangerously low. He kisses up Carlos' leg, from ankle to calf, leaving tiny bites trailing, he lunges slightly forward, positively pushing the leg higher.
Carlos' chest heaves, "you're dirty", he mouths off.
"You are such a brat, Sainz", Daniel kisses up his thigh and bites the soft flesh of the inner part, too close to where Carlos was desparately trying to get his attention but the Aussie absolutely refuses to spare some.
"And you aren't ah-" Carlos arches off of the bed when Daniel bites down on the trimmed happy trail and slithering his hand up to Carlos' chest to pinch a nipple at once, licking the bite and drags his tongue along the midline of his torso, feeling the muscles twitching under skin at the stimulation.
"I swear to God if you don't touch me.." the complaint abruptly ends with a gasp as teeth closes over Carlos' Adam's apple.
"Keep mouthing off, and I'll tie you up right here and leave." His voice too close to Carlos' ear and fresh batches of goosebumps rises all of his skin, "be good, baby".
"Please" he croaks, turning to the man looming over, his eyes half-lifded, "I will cry if you don't touch me properly" his voice quiets a little too much, wobbling to pin the actual seriousness of the matter.
"At your command darling", Daniel finally takes pity on him and holds his hips with both hands, thumbs tracinh the v-lines, he watches as Carlos twitches, trying to control himself, his cock curving up, precum beading at the slit, his thighs tensing and relaxing.
"Gorgeous," he comments before taking a hold of the straining erection and closing his lips around the tip. Carlos gasps, turning his head to the side, trying to hide his face. The tongue swirls around the head, tasting the steadily leaking salty precum, Daniel pulls off.
"You're so eager, baby. Can't stop leaking, is it all too much for our Grand Prix winner?" He teases,watching the younger man arch off the bed and shifting in his place with a satisfied grin.
Soon he was back at it, lapping up the oozing precum, twisting and turning his tongue around the warm flesh, dipping the tip in the slit. Carlos' limbs respond in sync with his tongue movement, he had to physically pin his hips down to keep him from snapping them up repeatedly.
Whine and quiet sobs rip from the man beneath him, "please.." he almost cries, "I'm so close, please Dan..", his hips jerking and thrashing in desperation.
Daniel ignores him. And slows down to an annoying pace, he swirls his tongue, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks in the right combination just enough times to tip him off the edge.
He muses in the new found fact that despite being so noisy, Carlos cums with a silent gasp. He pulls off once he has swallowed the mess and turns his attention back to the younger man.
His eyes screwed shut, both hand above his head, still tangled in the hoodie, chest heaving, full body covered with thin layer of sweat despite the cold air conditioning, raging blush spread across his face and chest. Thighs twitching under Daniel's hold.
'A work of art, aren't you Carlos?'
Daniel watches his eyes flutter open, glassy and hazy, riding down from the high of a fresh orgasm, there is a long pause before a very small, deep voice low with heavy accent barely reaches Daniel.
“Por favor, no me digas mentiras y luego me rompas el corazón...”
And he wishes he could undo whatever it is that broke Carlos so thoroughly, he wishes he could take it away and add to his own thoroughly fucked career decisions and let the younger man run free from it. But well, with certain decision comes certain consequences, such that being a racing driver and being brutally replaced.
“Non ci sognerei nemmeno di farlo, tesoro” Daniel crawls up to him and frees his hands from the hoodie before he sweeps the sweat stuck hair from Carlos' forehead and presses a tender kiss. “You want to go farther?” he whispers with, mischief evident in his voice.
Carlos feels the fresh wave of blush rising, “... I haven't.. ” his hand flicks, trying to find the word.
Daniel snorts.
“Don't laugh!” Carlos sounds even more floaty with the pout mixing his thick accent, “I wasn't trying to get laid you know, not while I'm getting laid off.."
Daniel laughs harder, that only results in more sulking, "You are mean!" Carlos pushes him and turns around, away from Daniel and curls up, "cabron".
The Aussie snorts harder trying to suppress his laughter as he scoots closer to Carlos and kisses his nape,
“When the season is over...” Carlos starts, “Would.. would you like to come stay in Monaco for a few days? I know you've been planning on some moving but... Still."
Daniel smiles against his skin, “Are you planning to properly woo and do me, eh Mr. Sainz?”
Carlos turns around, frowning, “stop making me sound like my dad!" He scowls and slaps hard on Daniel's chest, who immediately grabs the wrist pulls the other man closer with a fake "ow, that hurts" and rubs their noses together, "Maybe. Convince me a little when you wake up, for now, get some sleep. I will clean you up in the mean time.”
Carlos rolls his eyes and tugs his hand free before he turns around again, grumbling out a fine. A snort is heard again which he purposely ignores and tries to pick a fight with his drooping eyes. While he floats in and out of sleep, he feels a wet warm towel wiping him clean, the bodily fluids drying on his skin. The next time his sleep thins before the tiredness pushes him for another slumber, he feels warmth along his back and a hand draped on his stomach. An involuntary smile tugs his lips barely before he falls asleep again.