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b7 with carlos!! omg please!!

Prompt: All the small things you do - I love them.

thank you so much for your request (carlos intimidates me even in writing btw), sorry that it took this long!! let me know if you like it;;

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kisses and jazz

short-summary: just like the title says, kisses and jazz with a very fluffy carlos sainz;

words: 2615 & warnings: none, just pure fluff;

The first time when you knew you were both in love with each other was when your chests filled with sparks of bright nimble lights heavily lifted together at the same time in a heavy breath while looking in each other’s eyes understanding that your lips were searching for another pair to fit them since the very first time you met while they stood inches apart.

That happened during one of the nights when everyone else was deeply sleeping around you two. Your friends were drunkenly snoring in random spots around Sainz’s house after countless hours of partying, while you and Carlos were the only ones still standing after tons of drinking, dancing and fooling around. That was your little group of friends’ favorite activities.

The party ended up as they always do, with you and Carlos picking up empty bottles and making a game out of how many and how fast each of you were able to toss them in the trash – it was a ritual at this point. You two were the ones that always did the cleaning after each hang-out no matter in whose house, and that was your little funny excuse of being alone without examining eyes of other people.

“Ten in fifteen seconds.” You proudly announced, chuckling at Carlos who was trying to get one of the bottles from behind the kitchen counter while stumbling on his own tipsy feet.

“I am so going to out-race you.” Carlos declared while his head was spinning as he haphazardly went back to his feet after a good minute trying to grab the green glass’s neck from the tight spot it was stuck in while on his knees and with your eyes peering at the man’s loose shirt hanging around his torso, “Oh, I spoke too fast.” Sainz then tittered, getting his balance back by grabbing the edges of the counter after a loud and heavy sigh that made you worry about his current state, “I think I drank too much to.” Carlos then spoke, with the back of his palm rubbing his forehead trying to hold his brains together at this point.

“You did.” You answered, getting close to him to pick the bottle from his hand, “Eleven, hot-shot.” You winked, throwing the bottle in one of the plastic bags filled with the remains from his twenty-one-birthday party that were recklessly placed on the floor around your feet, “Go to sleep, I can finish the cleaning here – and we can do the rest of the house tomorrow.” You added with a warm smile, patting the man’s shoulder as you titled your head to the right just to watch him better in the dimmed light of the kitchen.

Oh, Carlos was alluring in the darkened white lights. With his hair pushed back, bloody cheeks from all the drinking, eyes sleepily looking down on yours, and eyebrows arched up due to the light headache. You tersely sighed, you could swear to yourself right then and there that you have never seen a man so beautifully handsome standing inches away from you, eating you up whole with just a mere look. You wanted to make him yours, you wanted for those eyes to look at you and only you from now on, you wanted for that ruffled hair to stay ruffled just by your hands in the mornings and late at nights, and for those chuckles of his to become a recurrent sound in your daily routine.

Oh, but was Carlos wishing the same? You wondered once again, you have been wondering that for the last couple of months when he would touch your waist in passing by and every single time when you caught his glare on yours when somebody else besides you two would do the talking within the group and even when there were no words spoken at all, because all that has been happening in between the two of you was done in silence, in comfortable deep silence.

“Happy birthday, cariño.” You muttered then, giving Carlos a short peak on one of his cheeks before sending him to bed, knowing that you were not that brave to straight ask him if he wanted you too – but courageous enough to make a move followed by nothing but a dense fleeting breath that escaped from between your lips, and that Carlos was more than pleased to land on his face.

Right after you kissed him, Carlos’ lips lifted in a grin. Oh, she likes to tease me a little bit too much. Since you were introduced to each other a couple of months ago through your friends’ friend, you two played this dangerous game of wanting to get to know each other as “just friends” when you both knew that the attraction has been there within the first minute when you laid eyes on the other back at the beginning of the year at yet another party. You both knew that, therefore what was the point in pretending that you were not hooked and charmed by the other?

Fear of rejection, maybe. Fear of that going nowhere, possibly. And yet, you had to try – you would have never got the answer to your questions if it was not for him to make the next move.

“Just that?” Carlos inquired, catching your wrists into the grip of his hand, begging you to remain close to him as before, not wanting to let you go back to cleaning when you had an entire horny man right in front of you, gently rubbing one of his thumbs against your skin with such softness as if he never touched other skin before (which he did), but which was nothing alike yours – making his own shiver with just a mere touch of particles.

You took one step further towards him, “You are right.” You whispered in silence anxious about anyone in the house waking up just to find their friends dearly looking into each other’s eyes in the kitchen with their hearts up to their throats, not knowing when the time to make the right move is, “It is your birthday after all, and I have not bought you a gift – how rude of me.” You chuckled, tipping on your toes for your lips to reach the surface of Carlos’ in an instinctive blink of a moment, in a letting go of all the thoughts running into your head and for the first time in forever being unapologetic for your cravings.

Your clash of mouths was short, even shorter than the kiss on the cheek and that only managed to drive Carlos more. Carlos’ eyes softened after the touch, and he felt like his chest was about to burst into flames if he was not to take the next move and wrap his arm around your waist while the one sustaining his body weight on the counter reminded there to make him sure that he was still imbedded into reality – the one in which you just kissed him.

Carlos spoke nothing, and neither were you. You let him guide your hips closer to him while the man leaned from above towards you to get a better hold of your mouth on his, and to get a better taste of your tongue on his own. You have never been kissed like this before, and never has been Carlos so addicted to the taste of somebody else’s before in such a manner. No words were spoken in between the kisses, you were understanding each other only through your heavy breaths when you were able to take gulps of air into your lungs.

Your hand went above Carlos on the counter to maintain your balance too, as you felt your knees weakening with every clash of tongues and snub bites of lips just for the fun of being teases. Carlos took your hand in his, reaching his chest then with your clasped hands so you could feel the man beating heart with the tips of your fingers intertwined with his. It was not a drill, Carlos was not kissing you just for the fun of making out with someone after his birthday party while he was drunk and entertained, the man wanted to be yours too.

You smiled into the kiss, placing your palm on his chest as he let go of your hand so he can sustain your body up on the counter and find his place in between your legs, with now both hands on your back.

You departed after what seemed an entirety to look into each other’s eyes and giggle like two teenagers having their first kiss in the school’s hallway. Back at twenty and twenty-one you were not that far from being high-schoolers, and yet none of you could have guessed back then that the feeling will remain the same when kissing after long periods of time of not seeing each other – neither of you could have predicted that kiss was the beginning of a love like yours.

“That was fun.” You muttered with a silly smile spread all over your face as your arms found their snug place to fit on Carlos’ shoulders, “We should do that again, sometime.” You giggled back, lightly starching the back of the man’s neck, tips of your fingers reaching for the man’s hair as well.

Carlos laughed back, “We can do that as much as you want, whenever and wherever you want to.” He then replied, knowing damn well that the idea was suiting for him too.

Sainz kept his promise, and you did that within the many following days and months, without anyone else in the group knowing about your little escapades. You kept it private for a long time, although the pressure to keep it into each other’s pants when other people where around you two was high. You needed to figure out what everything going in between the two of you was first, and then to declare your undying love to each other in public. Then, came in the countless conversations on topics never discussed between “just friends”, only lovers that try to find each other – and that was when you knew that things were getting serious, and you were not going to hide your relationship from anyone anymore.

None of your friends were really surprised when you outed your relationship, all the sneaking around and the “clean-up” after parties made everything obvious. You laughed about your many fails of not-making-it-obvious for your friends, but none of them were buying the whole “friends” thing right from the start. You and Carlos were never meant to be just friends, love like yours was never meant for just a mere friendship but for something that exceeded that.

Love like this comes fast, and it never dries out when the jokes burst into laughter and curled stomachs in the mornings of the same kitchen you had your first kiss in years ago now while listening to old jazz tunes as you were making breakfast for your boyfriend who has just returned home after another excruciating season in a McLaren (his last, at least).

“I never really liked jazz until I met you.” Carlos confessed to you all the sudden, turning the pancake into the pan quickly giving you one glance over his shoulder as you were placing all the other food on the table.

“You what?” You immediately busted into laughter as you heard his thick Spanish accent on jazz, you have never heard someone else pronouncing the world jazz in such a sweet and cute method.

“I never really liked jazz.” Sainz repeated, and you could feel your heart melt once again at the word, “What?” Carlos confusingly chuckled as you were already holding your stomach with one of your hands.

You shook your head, “Nothing, cariño.” You assured him with a huge smile on your face as you went to hug him from behind, “I just think that you are the cutest human in existence, just that.” You confessed, tightening your arms around his torso as you pressed a long kiss on one of his shoulders, “Look at me, being head over heels over a man who pronounces jazz instead of jazz.” You chuckled once again, as you tried to mimic even the slightest Carlos’ accent but failing miserably at doing so – no one managed to make it sound as adorable as Carlos succeeded.

“I am indeed cute, that is the truth.” Carlos accentuated as he took the pancake out of the pan just to turn around and hold you properly into his arms, “Send me this song that is playing.” He then asked, giving you a short peak on your forehead before going to place the pancakes on the table.

You lifted an eyebrow, Carlos was indeed not a huge fan of jazz and yet, the man listened to your playlist every other morning while you two cooked breakfasts just to please you. As a bonus for him, Carlos adored to watch you slightly cutely waving your body and bumping your head on the known tunes while your mouth muttered the lyrics in a tone even sweeter than the singers’ themselves.

“Why?” You inquired as you took your usual seat next to him with your legs up on his knees while Carlos’ palm covered one of your thighs – your usual favorite position for months now to eat at the table, “You like jazz now?” You joked, taking a bite of the food in your plate.

Carlos nodded, “It grew on me.” He then replied, and you were more than happy to have such an effect on him.

You send him the song after you two ate, and hours later you heard the man’s phone ringing in the same tune. You giggled as he talked with one of the people of his new team; Carlos set the phone’s ringtone that he had never changed since the day he got his phone to one of your favorite songs.

When your boyfriend hanged the phone, you went to snug into his arms on the coach and kissed every single inch of his face, making him all giggly and at the same time confused. You kissed the man’s chin, nose, lips, cheeks and forehead multiple times, and Carlos enjoyed the show very much so. The man returned the favour with hasty pressed kisses on your neck and shoulders, sneaking his head underneath your baggy t-shirt as well to kiss your breasts and collarbones from within in.

“What was that for?” He then asked, eyes now fully fixing yours.

“All the small things you do – I love them.” You simply answered, giving him one short peak like the one back in the kitchen years ago, “The song.” You explained, seeing the confused face of a very please Carlos from underneath the fabric of your shirt, “I love you.” You spoke, hands getting Carlos’ insubordinate strings of hair out from his dovely eyes looking lovely at you.

“I love you too, cariño.” Sainz replied, hands going from your waist up to get the t-shirt both out from you and from him as well, “I still think that there are better music genres rather than jazz, however.” Carlos then commented, making you laugh out loud once again.

“We can work on that.” You nodded, hands cupping the man’s face now that the t-shirt was not in the way anymore, covering the man’s mouth with yours for the tenth time that afternoon. Carlos went back into the couch with you on top of him almost naked, feeling the taste of your lips engulfing his and thinking about how there will never come a time when he will get sick of that sweetness of yours.

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