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Charles has known for a long time that he has been hooked like a fish on a string for the spaniard. It has been driving him crazy to say the least. The hatred and the fear he has developed for his other team mates, they will take Carlos away from him every chance that they get. He has been distancing himself for a purpose from Carlos to not get spotted for staring at him any chance that he gets.
The warmth that his body is being surrounded and the deep blood red humming between his ears when he sees Carlos, it is like he really is gone crazy. The spaniards olive like sunkissed skin, tight muscles that surround his whole body and those calves, dark chocolate eyes that he could stare into forever and his hands that he could pray for until his last breath on earth.

Charles woke up sweaty and shocked from his dream. He blinked some dream sand from his eyes and lashes and rubbed his eyes. He wore one of his night time pyjamas that Carlos once saw in a french boutique. Charles thought that even though he isn't a woman that maybe Carlos was thinking about then he can still fantasize about being Carlos's girl. When Charles opened his sleepy eyes he saw rain pouring down from his living room windows.
"I fell asleep on the couch again" Charles sighed and turned himself on the couch and sat on the edge of the couch. Charles's apartment was a three-room apartment in the heart of Monaco. Monaco is close to his heart but too far away from the man that he would like to wake up next to everyday of his life. Charles stared outside and didn't say anything, just a glass-like stare. Ever since his obsession has grown he has become more emotionless towards anything else that doesn't include Carlos or racing. The adrenaline feels just right in his spine and gives him the edge to continue and seeing Carlos just drives him even more excited to feel even more of it. People always think that he is extremely social but when Charles gets home after all those interviews and chat's with the fans he goes non-verbal and tired after everything. Carlos always knows how to recharge his social batteries and even if Charles isn't feeling like going anywhere, Carlos always knows how to cheer him up.
Recently it has made him even more sad when learning that Carlos has been fooling around with some girl in Madrid.

Charles ruffles his chocolate dark hair and runs fingers though his curls.

"God I want him. He is all I want. Please" Charles closes his eyes and thinks to himself that how this all happened. Why Carlos had to leave Ferrari but also him, Carlos feels distant and that Charles is not his priority anymore. It hurts.

Charles started tearing up and looked up into the rain outside.

His phone rang.

"Who is that in this time of the night?" Charles snapped.

Carlos Sainz

It was Carlos calling him.

Charles grapped his phone from the couch and answered without thinking.

"Hello?"

A short silence longed until an answer was heard

"Hey......It's me"

"Carlos? Are you okay?" Charles asked breathless, his whole body was pounding blood everywhere and he felt like he was on fire.

"Yeah"

"Why are you calling me?"

"I miss your voice" Carlos said shortly

Charles's whole heart stopped. His eyes went wide and his pupils dialeted like a love ridden dog's.
He misses me. He thinks about me.

"Why do you miss me Carlos?"

"It's a long story Char, things didn't work out between me and that Maria girl. It was too complicated"

"Why are you telling me this?" Charles said quietly, even though he yearns for all the details of why this relationship didn't work, he couldn't stand hearing that woman's name

"You are the only one to listen to me and really understand. She didn't understand me at all, it was all blitz and glamour for her and media attention, she never cared about me"

"What a pity Carlos" Charles sighed even though his heart was pumping and his cheeks were red hot

"I miss the way your eyes followed me everywhere Charles"

"Have you noticed?" Charles's breath hitched

"It's really hard not to notice cariño" Carlos laughed softly to the phone, Charles's eyes were always a welcoming hug that made him feel safe but also kept him intimitated if he's being honest

"Okay" Charles is trembling under his skin

"Can I come over?"

Charles thought for one second and blinked

"You're in Madrid"

"I am in Monaco Charles"

"The door's open"

Charles ended the call.

Carlos breathed deep and brushed his legs with his hands.
Carlos is heads over heels in love with Charles and has been for a long long time. The pressure that the racing has done to his and Charles's friendship has been alot of work. The media also has alot of expectations and his racing team. The only thing that he cares about though is the french man that has captured the spaniards heart. For many many years he shunned his feelings deep in his brain and didn't react to those feelings but Charles has gotten more distant and all the staring has gotten in his nerves. Has Charles been mad at him or what has been going on.
Things with Maria have been hard and after a long conversation they decided to break up. All those media relationships and girls have been meaning nothing to the Spanish star. Everything else is just blurry, except for his boy.

Carlos usually wakes up to wet dreams about his boy. Him being beneath Carlos and showing his starry night sky mole skin on his back.
Carlos decided to travel to Monaco in day and now that he has arrived at night he decided to call Charles.
He has to have him back.

"The door's open"

Carlos sighed and rubbed his blood shot eyes

"Mi amor, voy por ti"

It was raining even more now, trees and bushes moving with the wind. The ocean roared and moved.

Carlos arrived with a taxi and entering the door code for the under stairs door he got all his bags inside.

He walked up the stairs leading into Charles's apartment. Upon arriving into his door he knocked and waited for a while. When no one came to answer he invited himself in and opened the door. The whole apartment is pitch black but the rain gives a nice light for all the gray interior. He carried the bags inside and closed the door.

Getting his jacked and shoes off and after that he headed into the bedroom.

Carlos knocked on the bedroom door.

"Char?"

He opened the door. There he saw a small pundle under the sheets. Charles's hair was ruffled everywhere and his mouth was open from slight snoring. Carlos came in and closed to door, he went to grab a charger and saw the clock. 5am.
They can sleep for however long it will ever take for his darling to cope from all this time apart from him man.
Carlos put his phone into charging and started taking his clothes off.
He climbed into bed with Charles. Snuggling and taking Charles into a spoon position and listening to his little puffs of air.

"Perdóname mi amor"

Carlos kissed the side of Charles's head and watched as Charles's mouth formed a smile for the first time in a month.

"I love you" Charles said, such a quiet little sentence that Carlos wouldn't have heard it if he was far away from him

"Yo también te quiero, preciosa" Carlos said tiredly and grabbed Charles even deeper into his embrace

"Sleep well my treasure"

Charles slept peacefully for the first time in his life and he could put his walls down from all the torment and focus on the big arms holding him like a princess in distress.

Je l'aime et je ne peux pal l'arrêter
I love him and I can not stop it