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Carlos feels the first rays of the sun hitting his eyelids. He turns to the nightstand next to the bed to check the time.
6:29 A.M.
He runs a hand over his face and takes a deep breath. He opens his eyes to check on the person next to him. Charles is breathing lightly and facing away from Carlos. Carlos reaches his hand over and gently runs his hands through it, making sure he doesn't wake him up.
Carlos got up carefully from their bed and walked over to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and grabbed a random sweater that was on the floor. He put it on and stared at himself in the mirror.
Why? Why was he awake so early? Especially during winter break, the only time in the year where he truly feels like he can get proper rest. In his head, there is only one logical reason.
Charles
Even the slight thought of him has Carlos smiling. They have been together for about two years now. They've had their ups and downs as most couples do. But at the end of the day they are together. They sleep in the same bed, eat together, and are in each other's lives.
It was hard at first, when Carlos left Ferrari. There were so many emotions between them. Charles was crying non-stop and refused to talk to anyone for weeks. Carlos had to constantly reassure him that they would still be together and they would figure it out together.
That was one of Carlos favorite things, having the ability to comfort Charles. Charles is a man of very strong emotions and Carlos is forever grateful to help Charles work through every single one of them.
Now here they are, two years later. Together.
Carlos will never forget when he finally got the confidence to tell Charles how he felt about him. After Monza in 2024. Carlos saw how on top of the world Charles was. He was so proud to win Ferrari’s home race.
Carlos remembers looking up at him on the podium. Hair all messed up, face flushed, and his eyes practically glowing. Carlos felt his whole chest start to ache, not from envy, but from pure admiration.
Charles looked majestic and happy for once. It was at that moment Carlos realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life admiring that gaze. He wanted to bask in his happiness and never be apart from it.
So while Charles was doing interview after interview, Carlos managed to convince Lando and Ollie to help him set up a proposal in Charles’ hotel room. Carlos had to charm the receptionist to get her to give him Charles’ keycard.
Lando and Ollie carried in fake rose petals and candles. Carlos ordered Lando to blow up some balloons. All he remembers is Lando complaining but ultimately doing it. Ollie was just doing whatever Carlos told him to do.
Ollie was Ferrari’s reserve driver back then. He was so sweet and so eager to impress both Carlos and Charles. Carlos reassured him all throughout the season that he didn’t need to prove himself to him, he admired him.
Ollie managed to grab a small red carpet and rolled it out from the door to where Carlos would be standing. Carlos watched as Lando and Ollie bickered about what the best type of chocolate was to give to someone.
Carlos stood back and chuckled slightly. He was astonished that two people were so willing to help him set up something so important and intimate. Lando claimed that he always knew he had a thing for Charles. Said he always made ‘puppy eyes’ around him. Ollie on the other hand said that declaring your feelings for someone was the hardest thing anyone could ever do. He wanted to provide a sense of courage to Carlos. He also thought that he and Charles were meant for each other.
After setting up the hotel room, he had to basically push Lando and Ollie out of the room. He quickly turned down Lando’s idea of them hiding in the closet and recording the whole thing. This moment had to be just the two of them.
Carlos looked at himself in the mirror. He decided to wear a white top with black dress pants and a pair of white sneakers. He did not want to be so proper that he would freak Charles out. He took a deep breath and nodded. He wanted to do this. Charles needs to hear it. Right now.
Carlos stood in the middle of the room and paced around. The room was decorated and organized as much as it could be for only having 30 minutes to put it together. The red carpet went from the door to where Carlos was standing. There were fake red rose petals scattered all over the floor. There were fake candles lining the carpet with a soft orange hue.
Now, here he was. Waiting anxiously for the man who consumes every single part of his being. Carlos' head snapped when he heard shuffling outside the door and the click that followed.
Charles stepped into the room and ran a hand through his hair. He was wearing his signature washed baggy jeans and Ferrari hoodie. He looked calm at that exact moment. He looked up and his eyes immediately went wide. Carlos immediately put his hands up.
“Let me talk. Please. Because if I don’t do it now. I’ll never be able to.” Carlos pleaded softly. Charles stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His gaze was darting all over the room before they landed on Carlos again.
Carlos let out a shaky breath and stood up tall.
“Charles. I am usually not a man that has a lot to say. But whenever I am with you, I find myself not being able to stop talking. You make me feel like my true self. With you I feel as if I can be whoever I want and you will always support me.” He chuckled softly before continuing. “You helped me learn to never hide myself away. And I thank you so much for that Charles. But recently, I find myself unable to stop thinking of you. Not recently, for years. During our first year as teammates, I found myself always being drawn to you. Your mere presence made me feel things I have never felt before. I would always look for you in a room, ask for you during drivers parades, talk about you during interviews.” Carlos felt a lump start to form in his throat. He let out a humorless laugh and felt a tear run down his face. “Everything about you really. Your smiles, your laugh, your terrible Spanish. I would give anything to always be in your presence. Your entire being captured me in a whirlwind. I never want to be free of you, Perceval.” Carlos whipped his eyes and laughed. “I am utterly lost in you, Charles. I am in love with you. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. Not now, not ever. I want you and only you. I want to wake up next to you. I want to hear you laugh. I want to be there for you whenever you need it. I want to hold your hand and tell you how much I worship you. I love you, Charles.” Carlos let out a broken sob and smiled weakly. “It's always been you.”
Carlos couldn't even see the look on Charles face, his eyes were completely fogged with tears.
All that followed was a soft thud, Charles dropping his backpack. Charles closed the gap between them and held onto Carlos tightly.
Carlos gasped softly and returned the embrace. Carlos heard soft muffled cries coming from the man. Carlos raised one of his hands to Charles’ hair and gently started stroking it.
“I understand if this is a lot right now Charles. And I completely understand if you don't feel the same way.” Carlos said with a shaky voice.
Charles lifted his head from Carlos' shoulder and chuckled softly. He wiped his own tears away and shook his head. He intertwined both of their hands together and smiled.
“Carlos, do you even hear yourself?” Charles started softly. “What you have just told me has been the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. You are not an open person, I know you. And opening up, being vulnerable to me is the most intimate thing you could've ever done.” Charles took a deep breath before continuing. “I have also found myself completely in love with you. I can't ever stop thinking about you. I was always afraid that you didn't feel the same way. I was too scared to tell you because I didn't want to lose you as a friend. I always wondered if we could be more. And now I know we can be” Tears rolled down his face.
Carlos lifted his hand and wiped a tear from Charles's face. He leaned forward and rested their foreheads together. He took a deep breath and chuckled lightly.
“Charles. Please tell me this is real”
Charles smiled and tightened his grip on his hand. “Yes Chili, it is”
Carlos chuckled at the memory as he walked downstairs into the kitchen. The rest of the details from that night were fuzzy. He just knows a lot more than kissing happened right after his confession.
Carlos flipped the light switch and immediately got to work. He was planning to make a big Valentine's Day breakfast for Charles.
He wasn't the best cook ever but he wasn't the worst either in his opinion. Besides, how hard can making crêpes be? It's not like he'll poison both of them.
Carlos was taking out pots and pans from the cabinet. He tried to carry all of them at once which quickly proved to be a mistake as he dropped a pan on the floor. The loud clatter echoed all throughout the house and Carlos cursed under his breath. His whole surprise would be ruined if Charles woke up.
But, as Carlos has come to realize, Charles sleeps through almost anything. He would invite Lando over to play video games and they would both be yelling and laughing at the top of their lungs. Meanwhile, Charles would be peacefully sleeping on the couch right next to him. So Carlos wasn't all that worried that Charles would wake up to the sound of a pot.
Carlos grabbed all the ingredients and laid them out on the kitchen island. He stared at them intently before he began to actually start cooking.
He looked up a recipe on Reddit and chose the one which had the easiest instructions. Carlos grabbed his butter and put it in the microwave to melt it. He stared into the microwave and looked away as he turned the stove on.
Big mistake because when he looked back in the microwave, the butter was bubbling and smoking. “Ay coño!” Carlos immediately opened the microwave and reached for the bowl. He burned his finger and he let out a hiss. “Hijo de tu…” Carlos grabbed a random rag and cleaned his hand. He grabbed an oven mitt and carefully took the butter out of the microwave.
He set the bowl down and decided that the butter was still usable. He started to make the batter. He whisked together the flower, eggs, vanilla, whole milk, and the now chilled butter. He whisked the batter a little too hard and there were smatterings of batter all over the countertop. He decided that cleaning was a problem for after he finished.
Now for the hardest part, actually cooking the crêpes. Carlos had to get this part. Not too thick or they'll just be pancakes.
Carlos slowly poured some of his batter onto the pan and spread it out. Carlos timed the 2 minutes on each side and gently flipped the crêpes. Carlos repeated this process until the batter was gone.
Carlos looked at the plate where he stacked all the crêpes. He winced slightly when he realized that he might have made too many. At least they'll have breakfast for a couple of days. Carlos checked the time on his phone.
7:24 A.M
Charles usually wakes up around 8. Carlos started to work quicker. He got a plate and started to assemble the crêpes. He folded them nicely and placed 6 onto the plate. He cut up strawberries and bananas and delicately placed them on the plate to make it look fancy.
The last part was to drizzle some melted chocolate on top of the crêpes. Carlos read online that melting chocolate over the stove was better than in the microwave. Something about having a “richer taste”. Carlos placed a saucer full of water and brought it to a boil. He broke the milk chocolate bar and placed it in a glass bowl. He placed the glass bowl over the boiling water and gently stirred it.
Carlos was proud of himself. This is usually what professionals do. He almost burnt butter in a microwave, maybe his cooking skills are too good for the easy stuff. Carlos turned around to grab the plate of crepes. When he turned around his face went completely pale.
The entire kitchen smelt of burnt chocolate and there was smoke rising from the bowl. The bowl was shaking violently on top of the saucer. Carlos immediately ran and turned off the heat. He tried to fan the smoke away but that only caused the smoke detector to go off.
The loud alarm rang all over the apartment. Carlos groaned and kept trying to fan the smoke away to no avail. The whole illusion of being a perfect cook quickly left Carlos’ mind. How had everything gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?
“Chili? What are you doing?”
Carlos immediately turned around and spotted Charles standing on the other side of the kitchen island. Carlos took a deep breath and stopped fanning the smoke away. He walked over to the smoke detector and turned it off. He then made a beeline towards Charles. He grabbed his face with both of his hands and sighed, “Did I wake you?”
Charles chuckled lightly, “Yes, the alarm was pretty loud.” Carlos groaned and kissed his forehead, “Please forgive me, my love, I was trying to do this big gesture. I wanted to make you crêpes and bring them to you in bed. Seems I ruined that part now.” He said with a sad smile.
Charles nuzzled his head into his neck and kissed it lightly, “You didn’t ruin anything. This is still a very lovely surprise Carlos. You know how much I love crêpes”
Carlos looked at him and grabbed his face. He gently started to caress his cheek with his thumb, “Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” He leaned forward until their lips met.
The kiss was nothing rushed or electric. Instead it was soft and full of emotion. Carlos did not want to do anything right now, not while Charles had barely woken up. Charles smiled into the kiss and let his hands fall down onto Carlos’ hips. Carlos preferred kisses like these. Sometimes he felt as if they said more than his words could ever communicate.
They stood in the kitchen kissing each other for a moment before Charles pulled back. “So, about those crêpes…” Carlos turned around and looked at the kitchen. It was a mess of dirty dishes and there was still smoke and the smell of burnt chocolate lingering everywhere.
“I made them and cut some fruit up but… I burnt the chocolate. I tried to melt it in a fancy way that chefs do. That clearly didn't turn out well and I ended up setting the smoke alarm off.” Carlos said while scratching his head.
Charles let out a laugh at his retelling of the events and held his hand, “Don’t worry Carlos, the chocolate isn't that important. And I bet they taste amazing.” Charles jumped onto the kitchen island and let his legs dangle from the edge. He hummed lightly and waited for Carlos to bring him his food.
Carlos brought the plate of crêpes over and set them next to Charles. He cut them into pieces with a fork and stabbed a piece of the crepé. He held it up in front of Charles’ face. Charles leaned forward and ate the piece.
Carlos waited nervously for his reaction. Charles swallowed the piece and tapped his chin with a finger. “Hmmm… I think they taste amazing.” Carlos was instantly relieved to hear that and let out a breath he was unaware that he was even holding in the first place. “Thank God. I was afraid that you would hate them or get sick from them.”
Charles laughed and shook his head, “How many times do I have to tell you Carlos, your cooking isn’t that bad. You have actually gotten better since the first time you cooked for me.” Carlos smiled and fed him another piece.
“I’m glad you liked them, my love.” The conversation between them faltered and a comfortable silence grew instead. The only sounds were the fork hitting the plate and Charles’ soft chewing. In the beginning of their relationship, Carlos did not like prolonged moments of silence like this. He believed that Charles’ thought he was ignoring him or he just didn't want to talk to him. But now, the silence between them is like an understanding of sorts. It lets them know how much they have grown together. The silence also makes Carlos realize that this is real. He and Charles are in love with each other. What they have between them is real, it has been for two years now.
Carlos smiles as he feeds Charles the last piece of fruit on the plate. Charles chuckles when he sees him staring. “What?” Carlos moves the plate to the side and stands in between his legs and wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Nothing. Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful boyfriend?”
A flush crept up Charles’ neck and his ear turned red, “You flatter me Carlos. Besides, I'm a mess. I barely woke up.” Charles’ hair was still severely messed up from sleeping. He was wearing an oversized white T-shirt. He had these pajama pants covered in red peppers that Carlos got him last Christmas.
Carlos admitted that Charles was way more fashionable than him. He always managed to come up with creative outfits for every single occasion. But when he dresses casual, he somehow manages to look even better without even trying. Carlos believes that Charles’ bed head looks better than his regularly styled hair but he will never tell him that to his face. At least not yet.
“You always look beautiful, especially like this.” Carlos said softly and placed a kiss on his cheek. Charles smiled and raised his hand and started playing with a strand of Carlos’ hair. Carlos smiled and grabbed his hand.
“Since today is Valentine's Day, I am going to take you out to eat dinner at La Môme Monte-Carlo. I made our reservation for 8 P.M and I asked for a private table on the roof. I know how much you dislike others interrupting our dinners.”
Carlos disliked it as well. It seemed as if the paparazzi loved to follow them everywhere. They would go on walks and photos of them would be on tabloids not even an hour later. It was an invasion of their privacy. Whenever incidents like that happened, Charles always felt uncomfortable. Carlos was determined to prevent that from happening at their dinner. Even if it meant paying double for their entire dinner.
Charles' eyes lit up when Carlos told him his plan. Charles slid off the kitchen island and hugged him. “Oh how I adore La Môme Monte-Carlo. And thank you for making sure we have a private dinner. That means a lot to me Carlos.” Carlos wrapped his arms around him and placed a kiss on top of his head. “Of course my love. For you anything.”
Charles looked at him and smiled, “Since our dinner is until 8, can we go back to bed? It still is too early.” Carlos forgot he woke up earlier than usual because of the smoke alarm going off. Carlos nodded, “Of course my love. I'm also tired.” He grabbed his hand and they made their way upstairs back to their bedroom where they quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.
-
They ended up sleeping until 3 in the afternoon. Once they both woke up they both decided to watch cheesy romcoms in their pajamas until the time for their dinner reservation approached. Carlos knew Charles loved making fun of these movies and calling them embarrassing. Carlos just nodded along with everything he said because he knew how passionate about these movies he was.
Once the time reached near 6, they both decided it was time to get ready for their date. Carlos got ready and took a shower while Charles picked out both of their outfits. Charles likes to subtly match their outfits together. Nothing too obvious by also not too discreet.
Carlos stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked back to their bedroom and walked up behind Charles. “So what am I wearing?” Charles hummed quietly and didn't turn around. “I was thinking I would wear my black button up while you wear your light blue one. I also thought that we could both just wear white pants with those pairs of matching light brown shoes we got last week.” Charles finished and turned around. Carlos spotted him immediately looking him up and down.
Carlos chuckled and nodded, “Sounds perfect my love. Now you should really get in the shower so we’re not late.” Charles rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I know your tricks, chili. You will not tempt me. At least not yet.” Carlos laughed at his words and raised his eyebrows. “Good to know what I'm in for later tonight then.” Charles blushed and shook his head. He gave Carlos a quick kiss on the lips and got into the shower.
Carlos looked at the outfit Charles had picked out for him laid down nicely on the bed. He changed into it and looked at himself in the mirror. It was pretty casual for a romantic dinner but then again, that's how they preferred it when it came to things like these.
Finally, Carlos focused on one of, if not, the most essential parts of his look. His Hair. Carlos focused intensely as he brushed his hair out and styled it into the mirror. He combed his hair back and did his effortless swoop in the front of his hair. He put on all his products and looked at himself in the mirror. It looked wrong. It was too perfect. Carlos slightly ruffled it and his hair looked messier but still completely tamed. Carlos smiled and decided this was his hair for the night.
He left the bedroom and went downstairs to wait for Charles to get ready. He was sitting on the couch looking at his phone. He was double checking that everything was set for their dinner. Carlos’ gaze immediately left his phone when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Charles appeared in front of him dressed in his black button up and white pants. Carlos’ mouth opened slightly. He has seen this man in both everything and nothing for two whole years now. But whenever he sees him, he is always struck by his beauty. His naturally perfect hair, his soft smile, and his soft green eyes.
Carlos stood up and walked over to him. “Wow. You look stunning in love.” Charles chuckled lightly, “So do you, Chili.” Carlos looked down and saw that he was hiding something behind his back. Carlos raised an eyebrow at him and Charles broke out into a wide smile.
“I wanted to add something to our outfits. It’s a little silly but…” Charles revealed what was behind his hands. A small box with two rose shaped pins. One of the pins was green and the other pin was brown. In the center of both pins there was a cursive ‘C’ in gold. “They’re our eye colors. I was going to wear the brown one while you wore the green one. The C’s are obviously for our names. I know it's not a lot but-” Carlos cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips.
“My love, these are gorgeous. You picked them out perfectly. You know how much I love your eyes.” Charles blushed and smiled, “I suppose you do.” Carlos smiled and gave him the green pin. “Can you put it on me?”
Charles nodded and clipped the pin onto Carlos’ shirt. It stood out and contrasted the light blue shirt nicely. Carlos looked at him while Charles was focused on straightening it out. He smiled at the small furrow in Charles’ eyebrows. Charles stood tall once he finished. Without asking, Carlos grabbed the brown pin from his hands and put it on Charles’ shirt.
He heard Charles’s breath hitch slightly. Carlos chuckled quietly and put it on faster than Charles did. He saw Charles' chest rise and fall softly and he looked at him. “The brown suits you well, my love.” Charles grabbed his hand and smiled, “Thank you, Chili. We should get going.”
They left their apartment and made their way to the car lot and got in Charles’ Bugatti Chiron. Even though it was Charles’ car, he didn't like driving it. Carlos was always their designated driver. Carlos believed that he just liked seeing him behind the steering wheel.
The restaurant was only a 10 minute drive from their apartment. As they drove through the busy Monaco streets, Carlos found his gaze shifting towards Charles. He was looking out the window and staring up at the night sky. Carlos grabbed the wheel with one hand and squeezed Charles’ hand with the other. Charles turned to look at him and smiled.
Once they parked the car outside of La Môme Monte-Carlo they walked into the restaurant. The host led them to the rooftop and showed them their table. Just as promised, Carlos had chosen the table farthest away from everyone else having dinner on the roof. Their table was right next to the railing which meant that they had a clear view of the buildings and the streets below them.
“This view is amazing. I don’t think I'll ever get tired of looking at Monaco.” Charles said while looking at the view. Carlos’ gaze was not focused on the view but on the man sitting in front of him. “Yeah, it really is”
Charles looked back and he chuckled, “You could at least try to pretend you are looking at the city, Carlos.”
Carlos shrugged and offered his hand to Charles on the table. “I could but I don't want to. I am looking at what I want.” Charles took his hand and started tracing circles on his palm. “You always flatter me, Carlos,” he said with a sigh of amusement.
Carlos shook his head and stared at him intently. “It's true though. I love looking at you. You are the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I want to see when I go to sleep.” Carlos squeezed his hand gently. “I truly adore you, Charles. You are the sweetest man. You are so passionate about everything you talk about. I love listening to you rant about cheesy romcoms.” Charles laughs and raises an eyebrow, “I knew it. My commentary is very entertaining.” Carlos nodded and smiled. “It very much is. My love, anything you say, I will listen to. Anything you do, I will admire. Because I love you more than anything.”
Carlos saw a single tear run down Charles’ face and he quickly wiped it away. Charles sniffled and laughed. “I swear to god, Chili, you tell me all these things all the time and every time without fail, you have me either flustered or crying.” He took a deep breath. “You have always shown me so much love, Carlos. Even before we were together. Now you give me so much love everyday that I don't think I could live without it. Without you.” Carlos smiled and felt a sob get stuck in his throat. He loved when Charles spoke to him like this. He was so honest with him and he loved it. He could hear all the emotion in Charles’ tone.
“I love you, Carlos. So much.” Carlos leaned over the table and kissed Charles.
He was aware that even though they were far away, there were still other people on the rooftop. But at this moment, he could care less. He was allowed to kiss the man that he loved. Their kiss was light but charged. Between kisses Charles kept mumbling how much he loved him. Carlos got lost in the moment and pulled back.
He was breathing heavily and chuckled, “Lets continue this later, My love. Not here.”
Charles raised his glass of wine and took a sip, "I'll take your word for it, Chili.”
-
The rest of their dinner went without any interruptions. Most of the dinner was spent by Carlos constantly complementing the man he loved. They walked hand in hand out of the restaurants and back in the car. Carlos turned the engine on and began to drive back towards their apartment.
“Chili, can we not go back home yet?” Carlos’ gaze flickered to Charles who was staring at him intently. “I just want you to drive around for a while.” Charles had a soft smile and raised his eyebrows softly. How was Carlos supposed to resist him? He was only human. No one could ever resist the charms of Charles Leclerc.
Carlos nodded and smiled, “Of course, mi vida.” Carlos started driving the opposite way from their apartment. They drove in silence through the streets of Monaco. It was almost midnight but there were still cars driving around and people walking on the streets.
Charles rolled both their windows down and he stuck one hand out and moved it up and down in a wave motion. “Is it too hot in the car?” Charles didn't respond, instead he just started humming. Carlos thought nothing of it and let the sound of the Bugatti Chiron’s engine fill the silence.
The yellow light changed to red and Carlos stopped the car. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel patiently waiting for the light to turn back. He looked out the window and focused on a random pastry shop with blue lilies decorating the glass.
Suddenly, Carlos felt a hand on his thigh. He turned around and saw Charles looking at him with a smirk on his face. Carlos chuckled, “Is everything okay?” Charles nodded and sighed, “Yes, everything is fine. I just love it when you drive, Carlos.” Carlos chuckled lightly and squeezed Charles’ hand. “I know you do. That's why I do it, my love.”
The light turned green and Carlos kept driving. His eyes shifted back to the road. He still felt the weight of Charles’ hand on his thigh. Charles was humming softly and started rubbing his thigh. Carlos jumped slightly at the action but kept driving steadily.
The hand on his thigh started to travel to the inside of his thigh. Carlos let out a shaky breath and gripped the wheel tightly. Charles is messing with him. He has to be. He would never do this while he’s driving.
Another red light appeared before them and this time Carlos did not make eye contact with Charles. He heard the click of the seat belt next to him and he suddenly felt Charles closer to him.
“Since you’re always driving me around Chilli, I think I should give you a reward.” Without any warning, he felt Charles’ hand press against the growing bulge in his pants. Carlos’ breath hitched and he looked at Charles.
“Charles.” He said quickly.
“Carlos.” Charles responded with a smirk on his face.
The light turned green again and Carlos stepped on the accelerator with more force than necessary. Carlos kept driving through the streets, gripping tightly onto the wheel. He tried to focus on driving but with Charles’ proximity and hand placement, it was practically impossible.
Charles started to rub his hand against Carlos’ crotch. He started with a slow and steady rhythm. Carlos let out a low groan and chuckled lightly. “You are bold, my love.” Charles smiled and muttered, “Just keep driving.”
Carlos felt his erection start to grow in Charles’ palm. Charles let out a hum of approval. Carlos heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Charles chuckled and whispered in his ear, “Happy Valentine's Day, Carlos.”
Carlos was extremely grateful that a red light was on. Charles leaned over the console and freed Carlos’ leaking erection from his boxers. Charles looked up at Carlos and smiled, “Keep the windows down. It's hot chili.”
Carlos groaned and nodded impatiently. He already knew what Charles was going to do and he just wanted him to get on with it. Charles licked the tip of Carlos’ cock with his tongue.
Carlos let out a low groan and rested his head on the steering wheel. “Oh god Charles…”
Charles took more of his cock in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down slowly. Carlos grabbed Charles’ hair in his hand and let him set the rhythm. The light turned green and the car did not move. Carlos was panting softly and completely ignored the green light. Charles looked up at him, his eyes watering and face extremely flushed.
Holy shit.
Carlos was pulled out of the moment from the car behind him honking. He let go of Charles’ hair and started to drive. Charles’ kept moving up and down his length at a slow pace. Carlos was shaking behind the wheel. He already felt himself getting close to. Charles had always been good at giving him blowjobs. He knew the exact pace to make Carlos come whenever he wanted. Right now, Carlos was praying for a red light. He needed Charles to move quicker. If he didn't finish right now, he would certainly crash the car.
Carlos thinks the universe chose him as its favorite person of the day because the next light was red. Once the car stopped both of his hands were buried in Charles’ hair and started to lead him into a quicker pace. Charles let out a soft whimper and gripped onto one of Carlos’ arms. Carlos leaned his head back and was now shamelessly moaning Charles’ name.
He didn't care that the windows were down, no one was near them anyway. Charles hollowed his cheeks and eventually reached the hilt. Carlos let out a sharp gasp and chuckled, “You take me so well, my love. Please don't stop…”
“Carlos! Hey mate!”
Carlos immediately felt panic shoot through him but kept moving Charles up and down his cock. He looked out the window and saw Max Verstappen in the car next to him. Carlos chuckled nervously, “H-h-hey mate! What are you doing here?” The last part came out as a soft groan. His eyes quickly darted down and he saw Charles gripping onto his thigh.
“Nothing much, just enjoying my evening. What about you? I thought you were going to celebrate Valentine's Day with Charles.” Max asked curiously.
Carlos let out a forced laugh and leaned his head back. He swore under his breath and kept leading Charles’ pace. “Charles? He’s a little busy right now. But we are celebrating” Carlos felt Charles smile around him. He pulled on his hair which made a whine escape Charles.
Caros could not keep this up any longer. He was going to come soon and he knew it. He looked back at Max and tried to focus on anything else. He noticed in the passenger seat a tall, lanky, brunette on his phone. Carlos was practically panting every sentence out but he tried to keep his composure. “G-George?”
George’s head snapped up and he slid down the seat without saying anything. Max immediately turned red and let out a forced laugh. “You must be blind mate! That’s not George! It’s… ummm, it's… oh look the light turned green! Bye Carlos!” Max drove off quickly and Carlos did the same.
Carlos would go back to that later, right now he has to stop driving so he can come without worry he will crash. He parked the car in front of a random clothing department. He let out a deep groan and threw his head back. One hand buried in Charles’ hair the other gripping onto his shoulder.
Carlos came with a loud groan into Charles’ mouth. Charles lapped up every drop and swallowed it. He sat back up and wiped his mouth. There were tear streaks on his face and his face was completely flushed. “Happy Valentine's Day, Carlos,” he said in an out of breath tone.
Carlos, still riding his post orgasm high, turned to look at him and chuckle “Happy Valentines Day, my love”