charlos 48 â¤ď¸
when i looked at the number i immediately knewwww i had to write this scene. enjoy!! â¤ď¸
48. kiss out of habit
Charles looked so beautiful.
His eyes were sparkling even in the dim light, which made Carlos wonder how such a thing was possible. Charles was sitting next to him, his leg pressed against Carlos', emanating the much needed warmth.
"It's unfair, that's what it is!" Lando says loudly. His high pitched voice brings Carlos back into reality. Right, he's supposed to be present (that has never been his strongest suit).
They're all sitting together. Lando is now leaning towards Max who looks fond, but also a little exasperated, and that makes Carlos smile a little. Whatever misconception you hear about Max, it is not true.
"Lando," Oscar sighs and shakes his head a little, already done with the topic.
What even was the topic? Carlos could not tell.
They're an odd bunch out here now. Lando invited Carlos for a lunch, for no apparent reason, he just said they should do it 'for the sake of the friendship', whatever that means.
That, of course, means Max and Oscar are also here and Carlos acts like it does not offend him.
And then there is Charles, who tagged along too, per Carlos' request. Lando was not happy with it, because he always goes on about how he does not fit with the group. Well, Carlos would argue Oscar also has nothing to do with the group. Anyway, Carlos also threw in something about promising things to Charles already and Lando caved.
Carlos needs Charles here, needs him next to him all the time, if possible. Being with him, next to him, is what finally makes everything make sense to Carlos. And sure, it is a bit embarassing how down bad he is, but at this point, he's stopped caring.
It's not like anyone here knows. Or anyone at all.
Carlos watches the conversation flowing freely around him without any need to intervene. His knee is pressed against Charles' one and he kinda wishes he could press his thigh against his, but their seating arrangement did not allow it.
Damn Oscar who stole his place next to Charles.
"Oscar," Lando exclaims and it sounds more like 'Oscahhh', than his actual name and it makes Carlos smile, again. Carlos, Cahlos, "you just don't understand it! It's not fair he got the chance to go, all while we're all sit-"
Lando's grandiose speech gets interrupted with Carlos' phone.
Carlos takes it out of his pocket, looks at the caller's ID and sighs. Yeah, it's time for him to leave. He answers to Alex and tells him he will be there in 15 minutes max (he won't, but it is whatever, Carlos does not care anymore).
Lando is pouting now, which makes Carlos want to laugh, but he knows that wouldn't end well, "I told you I have to leave early, cabrĂłn" he finishes his coffee in one gulp.
"Yeah yeah," Lando says, but Carlos is no longer listening to him, as his gaze is already zeroed on Charles' beautiful angelic face. His green eyes are fully focused on him, pleading in a way, because how dare Carlos leave him here alone (he and Oscar get along a bit too well, Charles is just dramatic like that).
Carlos stands up and clears his throat, "okay, thanks Lando for inviting me, hopefully we can do this again soon," he finishes.
He is not thinking that much, when he claps his hands, once, and says "okay, bye love." He is not thinking when he leans towards Charles with a soft smile, and drops a sweet kiss on his mouth.
Charles' breath hitching is all the realization he needs to know he fucked up. Oh no.
Kissing Charles comes so naturally to him by now that he doesn't even think about it when he does it. He loves doing it, loves to peck Charles on the mouth and then see the slight blush cover his cheeks, because he did not expect it. It's like a second nature to him by now.
It feels like time has stopped when Carlos pulls away, his eyes looking into Charles' that are wide and panicked. This is not how it was supposed to go.
"And bye Max, my good friend," Carlos says, his voice tight, and rounds the table to kiss him. It lasts about 0,01 seconds and yet he feels like the worst person on this planet, because it is not Charles. It should be Charles only.
He does not dare to look at him.
"Oscar," his voice sounds strange even to his own ears, "goodbye, it was nice to see you."
"Don't even try," Oscar says with his signature poker face and Carlos is so glad he could do anything for him (except kissing him, apparently).
Carlos hesitates and then he smiles, "come on, it's a French thing. Bisous it's called, right? You say goodbye with a kiss," he is gonna die soon.
Just when he is about to come close to Lando, there's a scraping of a chair that interrupts him. It's Charles.
"Okay no, stop. Come back here Carlos," and gosh, he is so beautiful when he is jealous.
Carlos listens without any complaint and goes back to stand next to Charles, Carlos automatically reaching behind him to hold his waist.
"We're together," Charles announces, his voice firm but also shaking.
Everyone is silent for a moment, just looking at them as if both of them just said the most unimpressive thing in the world.
Lando is the first one to break the silence, "okay and? We knew." He has the audacity to roll his eyes, "your stupid little game was fooling no one, Carlos. French thing, he says."
Oscar looks unimpressed and Max is nodding along to what Lando is saying.
"Thank god," and suddenly Carlos is faced with Charles' beautiful face, "text me when you get there," he says and all Carlos thinks about is how sweet his voice is.
"Of course, cariĂąo," he replies and kisses him, again. But now he can put his everything into the kiss. Just like he always does.
Charles' lips are soft and moving in the exact same rhythm as his. Carlos brings his hand to Charles' cheek and slowly caresses it before they break apart. It's everything Carlos has ever wished for.
"Okay, jesus, we are still here you muppets."
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