#sub carlos

He came back quite quickly, looking as lost as he always did with a DNF. It was breaking your heart, watching any of the drivers fail due to technical difficulties sucked, but there was something about Carlos that added a whole new layer of tragedy. You opened your mouth to say something to him but he just shook his head and made his way up to his driver's room.

You hesitated, casting a look over your shoulder as you realised the entire Ferrari team were now gathered in Charles' area to watch the remaining driver lead the race. You shrugged your shoulders, deciding no one would miss you, and followed Carlos.

You hesitated outside of his driver's room. It wasn't the first time you'd done something like this, but you'd never turned up spontaneously before. It was usually Carlos dragging you into his room with a devilish grin, pulling you out of a nightclub, or not so subtly texting you his hotel room number. You swallowed any doubts you had and knocked.

"What?" He sounded tense and irritated. You were worried for a second he was crying as his voice was pitched a little higher.

"Um, it's Y/N," he didn't respond instantly, but you didn't miss the breathy sigh that floated through the door.

"Okay, you can come in,"

He was sitting awkwardly on the couch in his driver's room, one leg tucked strangely over the other. He was staring at you with wild eyes, so dark they were almost black. His cheeks were flushed, breathing through parted pink lips and his hair was a mess. He looked incredible, you thought.

You made your way into the room, your hand falling onto his shoulder with a squeeze he leant into for a second before you fell down into the space, turning your body so you could face him.

"Hey," he didn't respond, just about managing a sad smile for you that made your chest squeeze. He didn't deserve to be here, you couldn't help but think. He should have been out on the track, fighting for a podium. "I'm sorry about the-"

"No, please," he shifted uncomfortably. "Let's not talk about it now," you nodded, not quite following. Was it you or were his cheeks even more flushed?

"Okay," you agreed. You didn't know what else to talk about. You got on well with Carlos, but your conversations were usually about racing, or you weren't talking at all. He shifted again, your distracted gaze catching the movement of his hips and your mouth went dry.

His fireproofs left nothing to the imagination, and there was no way you could unsee the way the fabric stretched tight across the tent between his legs, giving you a clear outline of exactly why he didn't want to talk about racing with you right now. Carlos must have spotted your expression change because you heard him groan loudly and your eyes snapped back up to his face. Your cheeks must have matched his in shade. He was covering his face with his hands. You weren't sure why this felt different; intimate and almost embarrassing. Sure, you'd been a lot closer to Carlos than this, but you were invited. He'd been coming onto you. You felt like you'd just been caught spying on him.

"I'm sorry," his voice was laced in pain. "It's not - I just," he groaned again "I was so angry, I needed to calm down before I see everyone so I started to... and then you came," If you hadn't been blushing before you definitely were now, but there was also a little bubble of satisfaction growing in your chest at the idea that he had stopped to talk to you. You swallowed heavily, a pressure starting to build within you as your body started to him with excitement for the plan you were rapidly developing.

"Do you want help with that?"

"What?" He clearly wasn't expecting your offer, his eyes almost comically wide as they searched your face, looking for a joke that wasn't there. You moved closer to him on the sofa, one of your hands landing dangerously high up his thigh, the other playing with the collar of his shirt. Your mouth hovered by his ear and you paused, enjoying the way he shuddered under your touch for a second before you spoke lowly.

"I said, did you want some help with that?" Your fingers ghosted over his clothed erection to prove your point. His breath hitched with a sharp intake as you did so, only spurring you on and encouraging you to keep up with the confident act you rarely pulled out. In fact, you'd only taken charge once before, and it had been very different. You felt his hair brush against the side of your cheek as he nodded.

He turned the side of his head to catch you in a heated kiss, but you pulled back.

"C'mon, Carlos, use your words," the way he was looking at you like he was seeing a whole new person was only fuelling the fire within you. He looked so close already, it was downright sinful and you were having to work hard to not just throw yourself at him.

"Yes," the word rushed from him in a quick sigh, "Yes please," he was already reaching for you, so you decided to lean into him this time, allowing him to catch you in a heated kiss. His lips were burning hot against yours as he pulled you into his lap, rolling his hips up in desperation for any friction he could get. The kiss was messy in the most delicious way. You'd never heard Carlos whine before and god it was not making your job easy, but you stuck fast, refusing his attempts to get you to open your mouth and deepen the kiss.

Instead, you pulled back, ignoring the pleading way his hands found your face to pull you back towards him. It made you chuckle, the way he was acting so needy for you. Carlos was normally the one in charge, he could have you melting on the spot for him with just a look. You had to admit the change in dynamic was really doing something for you. So instead of leaning back down, you made a show of placing wet kisses across his jaw and down his neck, biting and suckling enough to illicit more of those sweet noises from him but not quite leaving a mark on the delicate skin. He bucked his hips against yours again, in a way that made you think he wasn't quite in control of his own movements.

"Please," he groaned against you, his breath hot on the side of your face. Your lips curved into a smile, as you continued, pressing your hips down to give him the relief of friction for barely a few seconds.

"Tell me what you want," you whispered, your tongue working the shell of his ear. You could feel the goosebumps rising on his strong forearms. Again your fingers found their way between your bodies and you pressed your palm flat against his dick. The way his head dropped back with a moan was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen.

"You," you tutted playfully. There was something in you that wanted to wind him up just that bit more, get him really begging for you.

"Be more specific," You punctuated your words with kisses. "Do you want my hands? My mouth?" You testily licked along his jawline. "My pussy?" Carlos was staring at you open-mouthed as you ground down against him, hard. His fingers involuntarily tightened the grip he had on your hips. His pupils were completely blown, and he looked like he was staring at a gift he couldn't quite comprehend. Like you were some kind of mythical creature he didn't believe was real. You loved it.

He caught you in another kiss, all frustration now evaporated and replaced with pure desperation. He was panting, chest heaving against yours when he pulled away.

"Dios mío, Mami," he leant down to kiss your neck but you swerved easily, refusing to let him get any hold over you because you knew the second you felt his lips against that sweet spot on your neck any interest in serving him would fly out of the window and you'd be begging for him to fuck you. "Can you-" his voice broke into another whine as he made contact with your now-soaked underwear. "Your mouth? Please?"

"So polite," you grinned. You'd have never guessed it was so easy to have him like this. "I'd do anything for you," the noise he made in response was downright sinful, but you didn't give him time to do anything more before you pushed yourself off his lap and slid down, your knees making contact with the floor. Carlos' legs landed on either side of your body radiating warmth around you.

He was looking down at where you were positioned beneath him, his own hand palming himself through his fireproof. It gave you an idea.

"Take them off, then," Carlos was only too eager for you as you watched him stand and peel off the skin-tight red material, followed by his equally tight boxers. You couldn't help the way your mouth watered in anticipation as he sat back down, his dick level with your face and hard as a rock. You were watching him almost hungrily, the way he was already leaking precum making your stomach clench. Clearly, waiting was not an option because Carlos' hand came into your view and wrapped around himself, tugging slowly but deliberately.

You sat back, squeezing your thighs together and trying to ignore the way you knew you were completely soaked and aching for attention yourself, instead letting Carlos give you a little show. He was grunting, trying hard to stop himself from giving over completely.

"Do you think of me?" You murmured, not entirely sure where the question sprang from. Carlos' hand didn't waver as his attention turned to your face with gentle curiosity. "When you touch yourself, do you think of me?"

His mouth dropped open at the question, the hand between his legs increasing in speed. Your hand came to join his, gently taking over and relishing in the solid heat under your fingers and the way his skin was so soft to the touch under the ridges of his veins. He shuddered against your hand, his breath stuttering out. His eyes were almost shut, but you just about managed to hold his gaze.

He nodded, and then caught himself. "Yes," he hissed as you rewarded him by leaning forward and licking across the swollen head of his dick, collecting the bead of precum sitting there on your tongue. "I think of you all the time," your stomach dropped at the confession, the words sweeter than you'd ever imagined. You weren't sure you could say anything, so instead, you decided to get on with what he'd asked and wrapped your lips firmly around him.

He cursed as you sank your head down gently to let him get used to the feeling. You started painfully slowly, taking all of him into your mouth before drawing back until you were virtually suckling the tip, and then sliding back. You knew he was big, but you'd not had him in your mouth for a while and it took you a few strokes to remember how to simultaneously breathe and fight your gag reflex. Carlos was a mess, you could feel his legs trembling beneath your hands. You worked at the same pace until he was begging for more, his voice low and husky and accent as strong as you'd ever heard it.

You put everything you had into giving him the best blowjob you'd ever given anyone. He was heavy and warm against your tongue, familiar to the point of comfort. Hollowing your cheeks as you picked up the rhythm, letting him thrust into your mouth without complaint. You looked up, giving him your best doe eyes as you took him as deep as you could. Carlos met your gaze with a strangled moan, his hand coming to grip in your hair as he gently guided your face, his whole body trembling as you stilled and focused on controlling your breathing as you let him fuck your mouth.

He came with a string of Spanish swear words, his head falling back and eyes screwed shut. You were a little embarrassed to admit the gush of warmth you felt between your own legs as you sucked everything out of him, making a show of swallowing just so you could savour that last little broken moan. You sat back onto your heels, watching Carlos' shining chest heave as he came back down to earth, his eyes focusing on you with a dopey, endorphin-fuelled smile.