#carcar nation ily lmao

[wisteriagoesvroom]

at a constant speed

🔴🟠 a carcar fic ❓in which the situationship is situating 🖋️ 5.1k words, ch. 1/2 🔗 read on ao3

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“You want to get out of here?” Carlos asks. “And go… where?” Carlos fixes him with a look. It’s like staring back at a searchlight. “You are many things, Piastri. But you are not stupid. No?” Oscar swipes the back of his hand on his mouth. He watches the way Carlos’s eyes track the movement, the entire time. The way Carlos’s mouth parts when his eyes catch on Oscar’s lower lip. And he gets a growing feeling of excitement, the same way they would on the track. The exact same feeling he gets from chasing Carlos down an S-Curve. Except there isn’t any filter of race pressure, or someone talking right in his ear, or him trying to keep his hands on the wheel and maybe not die. They aren’t going 300 kilometres an hour here. It’s just Oscar’s hunched shoulders, Carlos’s rumpled linen shirt. The thumping bass in the background, and this unspooling thing between them that Oscar doesn’t know what to do with, yet. Even if his instincts tell him differently. Even if his instincts are always right.