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Lando was avoiding him.
Carlos woke up for the fourth time in the night and found the bed next to him empty.
He's not wure what he had done wrong.
In fact, he had been trying to adjust his sleeping habit recently.
The first time he found out Lando had sneaked into the next room in the middle of the night, he thought he started snoring or something that kept Lando from sleeping well.
The next day, he used sleep analysis software to record the sounds of their sleep. There was no noise except that Lando vaguely called his name a few times.
The second time was one early morning, he was half awake.
He vaguely sensed Lando coming back from the next room, tiptoeing onto the bed, covering himself with the blanket, and then snuggling into his arms.
He pretended not to notice that. He got up, went into shower, and smelled all over his pajamas.
Was it because he smell bad at night?
He took an extra shower before going to bed the next day and ordered new aftershave and deodorants.
The third time.
He still couldn't figure out why.
But the next day, Lando brought back a pack of new razors from grocery shopping.
Maybe he's unhappy with the body hair? Carlos thought.
He can't really recall Lando had a preference for that, but still, he shaved everything off in shower.
That night, it didn't happen again. They had sex, very intense, very dedicated. Lando touched his smooth chest and arms obsessively and praised his new perfume after they both finished.
Then they fell asleep together cuddling.
Does my body hair actually disgust him that much? Carlos thought with a bit of pity for himself.
Carlos thought this little incident ended there.
As for why Lando refused to tell him directly, he didn't really want to delve into it. Maybe it was just something Lando did to spice it up in the bedroom.
Peace didn't even last over that weekend
Lando started doing it again. This time it wasn't even past 12 o'clock.
How come he was running away earlier and earlier?
He is 30 this year, but they are not yet at the stage where they need to sleep in separate rooms like a middle-aged couple with too many bedrooms in their house right?
Mom and Dad have been married for 40 years and still sleep in the same bedroom.
Lando and him have been together for just over 4 years. Not to mention they were basically long distance for the first 3 and almost only saw each other in the paddock.
He knew that Lando was sensitive. Especially when they first started dating. The Brit were often a little shy to say what he really thought.
But they've been together for so long, is there anything that can't be said directly?
Carlos was confused.
He could feel that Lando had become more and more relaxed around him over the years, no longer as shy as before, which made the whole thing seem even stranger.
Lando was not asleep when Carlos opened the door to the guest bedroom. He saw him tucked under the blanket and rolling around on the bed.
When the door opened, he froze and screamed.
"It's me babe," Carlos turned on the bedside lamp and sat down next to Lando.
"Carlos," Lando lifted the blanket covering his head. He looks a little guilty, "Did I wake you up?"
"No but I just want to know why" Carlos kissed him on the lips to comfort him, "Did I bother you in any way?"
"Well you figured it out," Lando sighed, "I haven't been sleeping well lately," he sat up and leaned back.
"Poor babe" Carlos hold his hand, "Was it because of me?"
"Do you really want to know?" Lando lowered his head.
"DO we still have secrets?" Carlos asked back, "Your screen password is my birthday"
"Don't judge me ok?," Lando said coquettishly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "If you don't laugh at me, I'll tell you."
"I won't," Carlos rushed forward and tried to pin Lando down on the bed.
Lando pushed him away and he almost fell off.
"See that's why," Lando reached out and pulled him up, "I'm way too horny when I'm in bed with you. And unfortunately you are also too fucking horny"
"So?" Carlos said, "We're in a relationship, of course we have sex."
"So Jon is upset! He warned me when you moved in we need to be careful about the frequency of sex. But we just kept doing it, like every day! Every freaking day! I promised him I would try to control it, but we still do it like five times a week!", Lando finished in one breath, looking at him with a sad face, "I don't know maybe you are too hot to handle they can put us on that show"
Carlos couldn't control his laughter. Maybe he sounded a little crazy, Lando kicked him.
"I wonder if it would help if we are not in bed together. But why did you suddenly start all that series about changing perfume and shaving? You remember Wednesday? Jon found out the second I stepped into the therapy room. He said he would actually quit if he caught us again."
Lando rubbed his curls frantically, "We really can't keep doing this Carlos, can you please stop."
"Stop what? I thought we had consent in bedroom."
"Stop being hot maybe", Lando sighed.
Carlos took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
He was very proud. He knew he is good-looking, but it was still a bit flattering to be praised by your long-term boyfriend for being too hot to handle.
Do they really have sex that often? Carlos thought, he doesn't think so.
It's just moments like that it feels unnatural not to have sex.
Like they were reading together in bed, and Lando keeps getting distracted and leaned over to kiss him, so they did it.
And Lando keeps forgetting his towel for shower, so they did it in the bathroom every time he passes him the towel.
And he forced Lando to eat his meals on time. As a reward, he would just eat him out after.
But isn’t this normal?
They nominally moved into the same apartment in Monaco two years ago. But they had very little time to actually see each other.
It was not until this year when he moved to the UK that they really had the opportunity to spend every day together.
He likes seeing Lando in everyday life. The attraction, the familiarity, and the sense of secureness.
There don't need make a big effort to find a night in each other's calendar just for a short sex.
He didn't know it actually became a problem for Lando.
Who can they blame? Is it because they are too close? Or because they are both athletes and can't have sex as they please?
"Can we just settle this now? I have early morning tomorrow." Lando pushed him and sighed, "We can talk more tomorrow."
Lando had two dark circles under his eyes. He's probably not lying about not having good night's sleep for a long time.
Carlos stood up and wanted to kiss him before leaving, but Lando pushed him away again.
"Don't kiss me!" Lando screamed. "I really don't know what I'm going to do."
"Okay, okay," Carlos took two steps back, "Are you sure you can fall asleep?"
He definitely wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway.
He didn't even need to close his eyes to see Lando's pretty climax face and his cute complaints just now.
He has a lot of ideas...but Lando might be even more upset if he said them out loud.
Lando covered his head with the blanket and ignored him.
Carlos returned to the master bedroom.
He had tomorrow off, so he could get it out now before going to bed.
The few steps back to the bedroom was like waling on hot lava. He's hard, Lando is right there and pretty turned on as well, but they can't have sex.
This thing struck him as hilarious, yet sexy.
He had never missed the winter break so much, when they could just start doing it anytime anywhere in the apartment.
He rolled over to the Lando's side of the bed. The sheets still smelled of Lando's perfume, and the T-shirt he wore at home was thrown haphazardly on the stool at the foot of the bed.
He won't be mad, will he? Carlos thought, since he's the one who handles the dirty laundry at home anyway.
He snuck one hand down into his underwear and grabbed the well-worn white T-shirt with his other hand.
He gently rubbed his cock with the palm of his hand, Lando's T-shirt covered his face. The perfume on the T-shirt is still there.
He began to imagine what Lando looked like when he was having sex. There was so much material.
The smell of that T-shirt reminded him of the day when Lando went to shoot a commercial for the perfume brand. He came home from work and Lando was still wearing the white shirt he wore for the shoot. They couldn't wait to get to the bedroom and just started right on the couch.
Lando was on top of him, slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and then covered his eyes with the shirt.
He twisted his thumb around the tip of his cock, imagining that it was Lando's disproportionately large hand that was masturbating him.
His flushing cheeks and trembling eyelashes when he comes.
The image in Carlos' mind gradually overlapped with Lando's just now.
Complaining in a slightly shy, excited but helpless tone that their sex life was too good, and his face turned suspiciously red.
What is he doing? Carlos couldn't help but wonder. Is he really sleeping? Can he really fall asleep? Or is he also...
The thought made him shudder.
Lando might also be masturbating thinking about him.
No one is there to kiss him, so he can only bite his lips to keep himself from screaming, and his lips will become red and swollen. He...
His phone rang, facetime.
He shook off the clothes on his face, it was Lando, and he picked up the phone without thinking too much.
It wasn't until his face appeared on the phone screen that he realized he looked suspicious, his face flushed and his hair messy.
"What are you doing?" Lando's face is also suspiciously red, "I can't sleep."
"Nothing," he realized that his other hand was still on his dick. He tilted up the camera upwards to not show that little scene.
"Can you help me out?" Lando bit his lip.
Shit, it was exactly what he was imagining.
Carlos cursed. He couldn't help but rub his hand around his dick again.
Of course he would help. As long as Lando asked, he would do anything.
"I feel like I'm going to explode," Lando closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Do you get it?"
Of course he understood. He was the one who was more likely to explode.
Lando's eyelashes fluttered and he could only imagine how they would look like covered in cum.
"The more I try not to think about sex, the more I can't stop thinking about it," Lando said. "All I can think about now is just you on top of me."
Yes, keep talking. Keep talking and he's about to cum.
Lando continued to complain. Carlos felt the sound in his ears disappeared.
He could only see Lando's red, swollen, well bitten lips opening and closing.
His mouth should not be used for complaining, it should be wrapping around his dick.
Carlos is allowed to press his head and fuck into his throat so deep that makes him gag. Lando would always swallow it, then look up with a cheeky smile and say it is protein.
Fuck fuck fuck...
Carlos sped up his movements with his hands. He can feel his brain cells flowing down to his dick with all the blood.
"Carlos," Lando called him.
He hummed as response.
“Are you jerking off?”
"No," his brain acted defensive.
"Liar" Lando said.
"Okay, fine" Carlos gave up, that's probably way to obvious.
"You said all these things I should be allowed to be turned on."
"That is very thoughtful for you" Lando frowned, "When I am trying not to be"
He can't process it. His brain cells are all down in his dick.
Now anything Lando does can only be a sexual implication.
Like, his twisting brows just remind him of the way they'd secretly did it in the drivers' lounge and Lando had frowned and told him to be quieter.
He's not a nymphomaniac.
Carlos thought, it's not his fault, it's the hormones.
"I'm almost there babe.", his mind wasn't working, he just instinctively wanted to orgasm,"Just help me get it off."
He didn't expect Lando to be so direct.
Lando turned the camera around.
This angle of view was a bit too comprehensive.
Lando's underwear was kicked down to his ankles, his lower body was naked.
There's too much lube between his legs, the entire bed sheet was soaked with suspicious water stains.
The bottle of lubricant was thrown between his legs. He held his hand on his cock and stroke it again and again.
"Does it help?" Lando asked with a hint of cunning in his voice.
"You look really hot," Lando continued, his camera tilted upwards to show him his swollen nipples, and he pinched his chest with his hands to push up that thin layer of muscle.
"Especially when you're lying."
Lando was the one who lying.
Carlos thought, he is a little jerk.
Lando knows he is obsessed with his chest, that thin layer of muscle. He knows Carlos loves to get on top of him and bite him, leaving a bunch of hickey that wouldn't go away for days.
"I think you should come to work with me tomorrow."
Lando didn't stop moving his hands, rolling on the glans of his penis.
His body turned visibly red even in the poor picture quality of the video call.
"I have a therapy session with Jon in the morning."
"Then I have an hour before my meeting. We can have sex after Jon leaves. Do you remember the massage bed? It's still there," Lando's voice trembled a little because of the excitement.
"I know you like me in my fireproof suit, so I can wear that. They're going to have a new one for me to try on tomorrow. Oh also they replaced the door with frosted glass, so no one will see. I will let you cuminside, and then I'll go to the meeting. People will just think I had an extra practice session and didn't have time to shower."
Fuck fuck fuck.
He came.
Lando was giving a very alluring picture.
When he was at McLaren they didn't have the gut to actually have sex at MTC. And the massage room doors were glass.
He'd thought about that scene so many times.
Lando was pinned down on the massage table, the speakers in the room were turned up to full volume to cover their moans.
After they finish, Lando would just go to meetings with his dry cum covering his entire body.
This is way too hot.
His mind gradually returned to normal with the climax, although at this moment it was still mostly filled with lust.
Lando on the screen was also about to come.
His dick swelled up, and his hands moved faster and faster, but his mouth kept talking.
"Jon won't find out, because you can use your mouth. You can eat me to orgasm, right, ahhh..."
"I will." Carlos's language function finally recovered, he should probably contribute a little now he's done.
"You will say that's too much just put it in, but I won't. Because if it's too intense Jon will find out next day. So you can only come on my tongue. You will beg me for more because you haven't had enough. But you have to go to meetings"
Lando came, spots of cum splashing onto the camera. His heavy breathing came through the microphone.
They were quiet for a while.
Lando turned the camera back, his face was red, like a freaking tomato.
If they really had sex before his meeting, 100% they would be busted.
"Fuck that was really hot" Lando seemed to have finally gotten his brain back from the god of love, "I love you"
"I love you too babe", Carlos blew a kiss to the screen.
"Should I go to work with you tomorrow then?"
"No! No are you crazy? Jon is really going to quit," Lando responded, as if he wasn't the one who started fantasizing about workplace misconduct.
"Please? I'll drive you. I don't have anything to do tomorrow." Carlos softened his tone and winked at the camera,
"I promise I won't do anything bad. I haven't seen people on team for a while."
"Oh fuck Carlos could you please stop looking at me that way", Lando said, "Fine."
No one knows what will happen tomorrow.