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“Ay, don’t make that face,” Carlos says as soon as Oscar walks into his driver’s room and Oscar immediately frowns.

“I’m not doing anything with my face,” Oscar complains and Carlos points at him.

“Exactly,” he says. “You won, I want to see at least, hm—”

He flattens out his expression and then ticks up the corners of his mouth into the barest suggestion of a smile, waves his hand in front of himself. “Like this. Your happy face.”

Oscar can’t help but laugh at that and Carlos sinks back in his little couch, obviously pleased with himself. 

“You okay?” Oscar asks. When he sits down, Carlos hooks his ankle under Oscar’s legs, lifts until he can pull Oscar’s feet into his lap, Oscar dutifully twisting until his back is against the arm rest.

“It is better, no?” Carlos says. “When it is my own fault. Gambled on the rain set-up and lost, it is what it is.”

“Yeah, not to mention you gave yourself that six second pit stop,” Oscar says, pushing his heel into the meat of Carlos’s inner thigh. Carlos squeezes Oscar’s ankle and rolls his eyes. For a second, Oscar thinks it’s not theatrical, just annoyed, but Carlos sighs dramatically, grinning lopsidedly afterwards. 

“I have to make it interesting for myself one way or another,” he says and Oscar feels a wild rush of desperate affection for him and his shit, rotten luck. It’d been good, seeing Carlos preen over his P6 in the sprint yesterday, made Oscar embarrassingly feel less embarrassed about being pipped in the first turn. He’d even gone over to Carlos’s driver’s room before the race, unable to stop himself like a lovesick puppy and getting caught too, to make matters worse. Not your smoothest operation 😂 Carlos had texted him, with a link to Williams’ Twitter account. But somehow Carlos’s endless well of misfortune hasn’t shown signs of running dry and it makes Oscar feel like he’s a sheet of paper getting crumpled into a ball, watching Carlos approve Instagram caption after Instagram caption with different configurations of we go again next week! 

“Are you going to change your flight?” Carlos asks, cupping Oscar’s calf and digging his thumb into a sore knot. “Party with the team?”

“Nah,” Oscar says. “They have me in the sim on Tuesday and then Hungary Wednesday, so if I don’t fly back now I won’t even have 24 hours at home.”

“We will celebrate in Monaco,” Carlos wiggles his eyebrows and Oscar smiles, trying to not make it too soft. Throughout the flight, Carlos is relaxed, watching the Euros final on his phone with Teto and Oscar tells himself to stop scanning the aisle next to him as if Carlos is going to break down mid-air on a KLM flight. Carlos comes home with Oscar without asking and they eat a quick dinner of pan con tomate (made by Carlos; perfect) and fried egg (made by Oscar; the less said about it, the better). Just when Carlos starts scrolling Netflix, Oscar’s mum calls. He excuses himself to go to the balcony, listens to her excited rambling as he distractedly tracks boats drifting into the Monaco harbour. After a few minutes, Oscar turns around trying to see whether Carlos is still scrolling or he has to wrap up this phone call, but Carlos isn’t fiddling with the remote. Oscar can’t see his face, but he can see Carlos’s fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and the tired slump of his shoulders, enough to make Oscar’s chest go tight so quickly his next breath feels raspy. 

Oscar makes himself turn away so he can tell his mum he needs to go and to tell his sisters he’ll call them tomorrow. When he slides the balcony doors open to return back inside, Carlos has his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, some dumb action movie on the screen. He’s all loose again, gesturing at the TV with the remote and a questioning look on his face. Carlos has barely opened his mouth when Oscar drops down in his lap and Carlos’s hands come up around his hips. 

“You promised me a celebration,” Oscar says, doing the only thing he can think to do. “Didn’t you?”

“Hmm, I did,” Carlos murmurs, running his hands up Oscar’s sides. “Winner’s choice, eh?”

Oscar kisses him, slow and messy. “Fuck me,” he says against Carlos’s mouth. “C’mon, I want it.”

“Yes,” Carlos gasps out, wrapping an arm around Oscar’s waist and grabbing his ass with the other so he can haul him up and carry him to the bedroom, a feat that Oscar always likes more than he thinks he should. Oscar forces himself through the deeply-instilled instinct to swallow his sounds when Carlos opens him up, lets himself gasp and moan and whimper. When Carlos pushes into him, Oscar groans open-mouthed, curling his legs around Carlos to pull him flush against Oscar.

“Yeah, fuck,” Oscar sighs as Carlos bottoms out. “Been thinking about this since I crossed the finish line.”

Carlos shudders and mouths at Oscar’s throat, rolling his hips slowly.

“You’re so fucking good,” Oscar says against the crown of Carlos’s head. “That’s it, baby.” 

“Oscar,” Carlos whines, but his thrusts go jagged, working himself deeper and deeper inside Oscar.

“You’re doing so well,” Oscar says, kissing the side of Carlos’s head. He’s horrible at dirty talk, always has been, but he makes do with what he has. “So good for me.” 

A raw sound wrenches out of Carlos’s throat, half-laugh, half-sob. He buries his face in Oscar’s neck, starts fucking him in earnest now. The rhythm is horrible, stuttering and clumsy, but Oscar feels out of his mind with every stupid thing he feels for Carlos and doesn’t have the words to say. So instead, he says what he can: tells Carlos how much Oscar likes the feeling of his dick splitting Oscar open, how much Oscar loves the sight of Carlos’s mouth around Oscar’s fingers, how much Oscar wants him, all the time, helplessly.

Carlos comes with a choked out gasp, perched over Oscar as he pants and Oscar kisses the desperate sounds out of his mouth as he gets a hand around his own cock, working himself off in the tight space between their bodies. He’s barely come when Carlos’s shivering arms give out and he collapses onto Oscar, heavy and warm. Oscar strokes a hand down Carlos’s sweat-slick back, lets him push his face into Oscar’s neck.

“I know what you are doing,” Carlos murmurs against Oscar’s throat.

“Hmm?” Oscar says and Carlos nips him, a sharp little spark of teeth. “Ow, fuck, I’m sorry, I just—I don’t know. You never let me, otherwise.”

“I just—” Carlos sighs, forehead bumping up against Oscar’s jaw. “I don’t want you to—like you pity me.”

“I never pity you,” Oscar says quietly. Before he can continue with saying something he's only ever thought of saying in the dead of night, when Carlos is snoring against the back of Oscar's neck, he digs a thumb in Carlos's side, making him wriggle. “Not until I forget about what you did to me at Spa in 2023, mate.”

“That was all you,” Carlos says immediately, biting Oscar's neck again when Oscar scoffs. They go through the motions of wrestling for a few seconds, but they're tired and sticky and it mellows out before it properly begins. Soon enough, Carlos's face is back in Oscar's neck and Oscar's hand is back tracing patterns down Carlos's spine. 

“Thank you,” Carlos mutters, when Oscar is already halfway asleep and Oscar doesn't say anything, just kisses the shell of Carlos's ear. 

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Daniel Ricciardo | 2014 Singapore Grand Prix [Thursday]

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at least that l’oréal sponsorship is safe 🙏💙

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IverSunday

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[LEWIS] belgian grand prix 2025 // post race

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Up All Night: Chapter 5

Up All Night Chapter 5 Sneak Peak

Oscar knows Carlos’s phone number, had memorized it for some reason after tapping on the contact of a Carlos Sainz he had pinned on WhatsApp. Told himself it would be useful for getting his bearings every night since he’s made a habit of looking at his thread with Carlos to see where they’re at. He can keep doing that, Oscar reasoned, even on the nights when he doesn’t have Carlos saved if he just gets the number down pat. 

So it feels redundant and needlessly risky to DM Carlos, official verified account to official verified account. Carlos immediately moves it from Instagram anyway, responding to Oscar’s ‘where should I meet you?’ with just the string of digits Oscar already knows. 

Carlos gives him the number of his hotel room and then types for a full minute before telling Oscar, I’ll be there in an hour. Ninety minutes after that, Oscar is in the lobby visualizing his plan of action for what he’ll do when Carlos opens the door, wearing a baseball cap over damp hair. His hope is that it’ll get messed up anyway in the next few minutes. 

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Up All Night Chapter 5 Sneak Peak

Oscar knows Carlos’s phone number, had memorized it for some reason after tapping on the contact of a Carlos Sainz he had pinned on WhatsApp. Told himself it would be useful for getting his bearings every night since he’s made a habit of looking at his thread with Carlos to see where they’re at. He can keep doing that, Oscar reasoned, even on the nights when he doesn’t have Carlos saved if he just gets the number down pat. 

So it feels redundant and needlessly risky to DM Carlos, official verified account to official verified account. Carlos immediately moves it from Instagram anyway, responding to Oscar’s ‘where should I meet you?’ with just the string of digits Oscar already knows. 

Carlos gives him the number of his hotel room and then types for a full minute before telling Oscar, I’ll be there in an hour. Ninety minutes after that, Oscar is in the lobby visualizing his plan of action for what he’ll do when Carlos opens the door, wearing a baseball cap over damp hair. His hope is that it’ll get messed up anyway in the next few minutes. 

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Singer/Driver Au

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Chapter 4 is up ✊✊

Up All Night: Chapter 4

(Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz, Rated E)

Oscar is decidedly off his fucking rocker. Playing the part didn’t work, playing it cold didn’t work, and now this is messing with him so badly that he’s getting all sorts of wires crossed.

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Same anon as probably the last one its been like five seconds but like. Especially the way you write oscar Recognizing feelings that arent his in every little universe like. You just capture so well howwww particularly out of place he is and feels it catches me off guard every chapter

thank you so much!! you are my first and only anon right now lol so this really means a lot ❤️ and yeah i think it’s definitely gonna start to get murky on who’s feelings are who’s…

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Soo true read chapter 3 of up all night the second you posted about it after sitting by my phone waiting for it and it did NOT disappoint 😭😭😭 favorite fic oht rn carcar and otherwise i loooveee the little pictures you paint of the two of them its just so,,, like. Pretty all the way through i love it

oh my god you are so nice 😭😭 this is so sweet im so glad you’re liking it so much! i was nervous about chapter 3 so this makes me very happy to hear thank you sm anon!!

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NORTHAMPTON, ENGLAND - JULY 4: Carlos Sainz of Spain and Williams walks in the paddock with friend Roberto Merhi during practice ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Great Britain at Silverstone Circuit on July 4, 2025 in Northampton, United Kingdom.

📸: Photo by Jayce Illman/Getty Images.

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DC CROSS-SPORTS LOVE: The Washington Nationals have a group chug session to cheer on the Capitals, and Derek Law does his best Brian Dozier imitation.

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