
The paddock was buzzing after qualifying ... mechanics shouting, journalists hovering, someone spilling coffee in the corner ... and Carlos, for once, just wanted five minutes of peace. He was scrolling through his phone, trying very hard not to grin at the last text Max had sent (“You looked sexy in turn 9”), when he noticed Lando’s reflection in the screen.
That stupid grin. The one that meant trouble.
Carlos ignored it. He kept scrolling. He definitely didn’t look like a man checking if his boyfriend had seen his Instagram story.
Except, apparently, he did.
“Mate,” Lando said suddenly, shaking his head like a disappointed father. “You’re like… a wife waiting for her husband to come home.”
Carlos froze mid-scroll. His thumb stopped just above Max’s name. Slowly, his eyes lifted, meeting Lando’s smirk. “Excuse me?”

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