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Id like to put another request in whenever you can or want to! Reader x the Spaniards (Alsonso & Sainz and honorary Franco- I know he’s not Spanish) with 🟣 and somehow semi public? Honestly whatever your magic can whip up is good too
Jealous of the twink
Five times Carlos was jealous of Franco.
And one time Fernando helped him do something about it.
Warnings: smut, anal (mxm), Jealousy, mention of alcohol, idk if yachts count as semi-public? Fernando is manipulative, he is also bisexual, kinda dom nando, sub franco, Carlos being pathetic and Nando being a good AND BAD friend, franco gets railed, idk what else to say
Prompt list
● The first time Carlos noticed you with Franco he almost threw up in his mouth.
Franco and you were walking into the paddock, hand in hand and looking all happy together.
For the entire day, when Franco wasn't busy, his arm was around you.
Or his hand was on your back, or your neck, or your hair. He apparently felt the need to touch you at all fucking times.
Carlos wasn't entirely sure why your relationship with the Argentine made him so angry.
He wasn't into you like that, you were close friends, and he had nothing against Franco, so his own anger confused the hell out of him.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Carlos had been building up the courage to finally make a move on you.
● The second time, Carlos felt his blood boil when he caught the two of you making out behind one of the garages.
He'd almost punched the younger man in his stupid boyish face.
How could you let Franco rope you into doing something so stupid and reckless?
He was a bad influence on you, and Carlos told you so but you laughed him off.
You said you and Franco weren't serious, that you were just messing around.
That almost made it worse in Carlos' opinion. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone more mature.
Someone who knew to please a woman.
Someone more like him.
That thought made him shiver.
● The third time he finally thought he was getting somewhere.
In between race weekends you chatted often, and when you had two week breaks, the opportunities to see each other multiplied.
You could feel how distant he'd been lately, and you wanted to remedy that by inviting him to your yacht party.
It wasn't a huge thing, just a few drivers (the ones that could make it) and a few friends.
But the first thing he saw when he got there was Franco, with his arms wrapped around you as you danced.
He'd been stupid to think Franco wouldn't be there, but it still pissed him off to no end every time you kissed him.
And that little number you were wearing wasn't helping either.
It was somewhere between lace and mesh, covering and hugging your bikini clad figure underneath.
You'd spent the afternoon swimming with Franco, it transpired.
The only time he smiled was when you finally gave him some attention, sitting in his lap, obviously slightly tipsy, and told him how much you enjoyed being his teammate.
Then you pecked him on the cheek, which made his heart beat out of his chest, before going straight back to Franco.
He scowled the rest of the night, hoping everyone could forgive him for his inexplicable sour mood.
But there was one other person there that didn't need an explanation. He knew Carlos well enough by now to know exactly why he frowned more than he smiled nowadays.
● “Jealous? Of him? You have got to be joking”
Fernando levelled Carlos with a look that clearly said ‘Cut the bullshit mate’
They were both standing around, watching the mechanics rushing around on media day, trying to get everything ready for the next day.
“You have been teammates for two years and you never made a move, of course she has someone else now”
The old man was right. Damn him.
Carlos had been attracted to you from the moment you joined the team, but had been hesitant to potentially ruin the great dynamic you had going with him.
“I know, and it's not like I love her, I just think I could satisfy her better than that kid”
Fernando sighed. They watched you suddenly emerge from somewhere, pursued by Franco.
From their vantage point they couldn't hear anything, but it looked like you were having an argument.
“Ah? Trouble in paradise?” Fernando smirked.
Carlos hummed thoughtfully.
He wasn't about to jump in while you and Franco were having problems, he wasn't a dog.
But he was insanely curious about what you could possibly be angry about.
Maybe Franco had caught feelings? Maybe he was bad at sex? Maybe you were ending the arrangement because you liked somebody else?
A man could dream, anyway.
He won the race on Sunday, and when you'd jumped out of your car and into his arms he felt the weight in his stomach lift, just a bit.
But you couldn't celebrate his win with him because you had an early flight.
The more Carlos thought about it, the more he wanted to strangle himself for not fucking you sooner.
● By the next race, Fernando was officially sick of Carlos' behaviour.
He'd slumped down on his driver’s room couch and ranted about how he was sure you were in love with Franco because you'd stopped paying attention to him.
“Listen, mate” He huffed “Do you want me to talk to her? Do you want me to talk to Franco?”
Carlos scoffed at the idea.
“No that would make it worse. They would know you came from me”
Fernando rolled his eyes and made his way to the door.
“I can be very inconspicuous…”
…
That night, Fernando followed you home.
Not in a creepy way, he just took an uber with you to your hotel, so that he could start a conversation and hopefully dig into some gossip.
Or at least that's what he told you.
His real intentions were to get you to talk about Franco, and Carlos.
And then if he got the answers he suspected he was going to get… maybe a little something extra.
This week, your hotel room had a minibar, which you and Fernando made full usage of during the evening.
“So what is the deal with you and Franco? If you are dating it is not very discreet… I am surprised social media hasn't picked up on it yet”
You laughed putting your 3rd shot of whatever concoction Fernando had created down on the smooth marble of the bar.
“No, no! We're just having fun!” you chirped “You know, like young people do”
You winked and Fernando raised an eyebrow at you.
“Have more respect for your elders!” he chuckled. “But if you aren't serious, why were you fighting in the paddock the other day?”
“Nando!” you gasped “You little gossip monger!”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Just curious”
“Well… if you must know, we were arguing about Carlos”
Beautiful, he thought, he didn't even need to bring up his fellow spaniard, you were doing it for him.
“Franco thinks Carlos hates him. Because he has this idea in his head that Carlos wants to fuck me, which is absurd, and that I want to fuck Carlos!”
Fernando gasped.
“No!... but… do you?”
You seemed to hesitate at that. “Well, I wouldn't say no, he is fit. But I doubt he'd be interested”
He chuckled. “Really? I assumed you were more interested in younger men because of Franco”
You smirked cheekily at him.
“Not really, I can go for slightly older men. In fact I haven't spoken to Franco in a few days now…”
Your hand landed on Fernando's knee, and he gulped.
"I think I need a change of pace…”
His eyes darkened and he leaned against the counter.
“How much older can you go?”
“I don't know…” you purred, hand slowly making its way up his tense thigh “twenty years? Give or take”
The look in his eyes was predatory as he glanced at your lips.
“Good.” He rumbled “Then let me show you the benefit of experience”...
By the time he got on his plane the next day, he had a plan. El plan to end all plans. He just wasn't sure how to set it in motion.
● The perfect opportunity landed in his lap a week later, when you sent him a text.
“Nanooo, how would you feel about an afternoon on my yacht? Maybe have a bit of fun ;)”
He grinned, typing out a response immediately.
“I am always down for some fun ;) Can I bring someone to join us?”
You were taken aback by his request, but you agreed without much convincing, even though he refused to tell you who he was bringing because it was a surprise.
You sure were excited though, because there was only one logical choice. Carlos.
The reason (you suspected) Fernando wanted to talk to you that night before… well…
The memory made your heart beat a little faster every time it crept into your mind.
How own earth were you going to handle two of them?
When the day came, you picked out your nicest bikini and sprawled out on the deck while you waited.
When you heard a voice call out your name, you bolted upright.
That wasn't Fernando's voice. It was…
“Franco?”
He grinned, making his way over to you.
“Ooh you look nice today!” he embraced you warmly, but you just sat there in shock.
“You were who Fernando wanted to bring?” you asked incredulously.
“Yes? Are you disappointed?” he seemed a bit hurt at your lack of enthusiasm.
“No of course not! I just wasn't expecting it to be you. I’m surprised you’d want to… you know, with Fernando.”
You giggled and he kissed your forehead affectionately.
“I am up for anything, you know that”
Fair enough.
“Why don't I get us a couple of drinks while we wait for him?” he offered kindly, he knew your yacht in and out by now and you accepted.
Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him jog down the steps.
You weren't sure whether you were happy or disappointed.
Franco and Fernando seemed like quite duo, but you'd kind of build yourself up to the idea of finally getting to fuck Carlos and…
Well you didn't really have time to finish that thought, because suddenly Carlos was there, walking across the deck, having just come aboard.
He quickly noticed your terrified expression and stopped in his tracks.
“I am guessing Fernando didn't tell you I was coming…”
Your eyes darted to the steps, up which Franco would be coming any second now.
“No he did not”
“Are you… are you not happy to see me?” he looked heart broken and you snapped out of your stupor to go and give him a hug.
“Of course I am… it's just-“
“Listen, I told Fernando if you are not comfortable with this, we do not have to do anything. He told me you would be…”
He trailed off, eyes fixed on Franco who was standing back on the deck with two glasses in his hands, and looking slightly confused.
Carlos scoffed “Why is he here? I thought it was going to be the three of us?”
Franco’s eyes narrowed at the older man. “I could ask the same, I was invited by Fernando”
Carlos looked at you questioningly, and you looked at Franco, who looked a Carlos, and it carried on like that for several seconds, a festival of wide eyes traveling back and forth.
“I'm gonna call him” you finally broke the silence and grabbed your phone.
When he picked up, his smiling face took up the entire screen and he was wearing the most ostentatious sunglasses you'd ever seen.
“Fernando what the fuck did you do?”
He just laughed and set his phone down so that you could see he was in a car.
“Ah, I take it the other two are already there. I’m sorry nena, I will be a few minutes late, don't let them kill each other before I get there”
He hung up, and you just stared blankly at the screen for a minute.
“So… what do we think his plan was?” Carlos asked warily.
You thought back to the conversation you had with him in your hotel room.
“Well… I'm guessing he wants me and Carlos to fuck.” your gaze snapped towards Franco “But I'm not sure what your role is in this”
“Well… I will get another glass then” Franco responded, and promptly made his way back downstairs.
“I'm sorry Carlos, I had no idea about any of this”
He chuckled “Well I supposed it is partly my fault. I have been complaining to Fernando that I have wanted to fuck you since you joined the team”
You choked on your spit.
Franco didn't take long to come back and sit with you, each of you with a cold drink in hand while you waited for Fernando.
When he did finally arrive, the three of you just stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
“I thought we could all have some fun!” he shrugged. “Given that some of us are already… intimately acquainted”
You blushed, avoiding his eyes.
“And also I want to see you two finally fuck” he pointed between you and Carlos.
Franco, who was closest to him, looked up at him shyly.
“What about me?”
Fernando threaded a hand through Franco's hair, pulling his head back slightly and making the younger man's breath hitch as his eyes widened.
“You… are going to sit on my lap, hermoso, and watch them” He smiled evilly “And if you are a good boy, I might reward you”
Franco gulped, and that image was so hot your thighs clenched together involuntarily, which caught Carlos' attention.
“You like that idea?” he muttered, leaning close to your ear “You want me to fuck you while they watch us?”
You nodded with a small whimper, and that was all Carlos needed to press you down onto the sun lounger and devour you.
Almost literally, he all but attacked your neck with his greedy mouth, licking and sucking at your skin in an effort to mark you up.
His hand made quick work of the ties on your bikini, getting you completely bare for him, and he marveled at the sight.
He then worshipped your chest, sucking hickies into your soft flesh while his hand made its way between your legs to teasingly slip a finger inside you.
You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“More, Carlos.”
He slipped another finger in and his thumb came to rub circles around your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine at the contact.
He couldn't believe you were this wet already.
It took you an embarrassingly short time to come, and Carlos groaned into your neck at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his fingers.
The sound of a bottle cap opening caught your attention and you looked at where Fernando was lubing up his fingers.
What made a new wave of arousal course through you though, was that Franco was on his lap, bare from the waist down, his legs spread open by Fernando’s thighs.
“Fucking hell” you muttered, and Carlos seemed to have the same though as he watched with an open mouth as Fernando teased Franco's rim, before pushing two fingers inside the younger man.
The whimper he let out made your cunt throb, and you licked your lips at the sight of Franco's cock leaking precome onto the floor in front of him.
“Look at me” Carlos muttered, and the look he was giving you made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I have waited for this for a long time, I am going to savour it”
His eyes were fully black, and he slid into you slowly, inch by agonising inch until his hips met yours.
You let out a breath, and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss while he waited for you to adjust to his girth.
You glanced to the side, to where Fernando was placing Franco over his cock, and the younger man didn't even wince when he sank down onto it.
“Now don't move until I say so” Fernando rumbled, and the order made Carlos twitch inside you.
He thrusted into you shallowly, figuring out the angle and pace you preferred by the amount of noise you were making.
Thank god your yacht was docked right at the end of the marina, next to the cliff face so you weren't very visible (or audible).
As Carlos picked up the pace, he could feel your legs trembling, so he hooked them over his shoulders to press you down harder while he bullied his cock into you.
The new angle made you fucking melt into the lounger, it was so good.
Franco was having trouble obeying Fernando's orders, the sight of you falling apart under Carlos was making him so fucking needy it hurt.
Not to mention Fernando's cock buried inside him, stretching him out so perfectly it was keeping him on edge.
“Nando…” he whimpered “Please, I'm gonna come”
His hips were twitching uncontrolably, and the Spaniard decided to take pity on him.
“Carlos!” he called “bring her over here so she can suck him off”
The two of you crawled over without hesitation, and Franco was manhandled onto his knees with Fernando behind him.
The first lick against Franco's angry, leaking tip made him sob out a whine and you promptly took him down as far as you could go.
Carlos resumed his earlier pace, and stared at the way Franco's eyes rolled into the back of his skull.
Fernando held him in place and thrusted into him at a brutal pace while you sucked him off diligently.
Suddenly his body clenched and he threw his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck- Mierda… Puta ma-“
Carlos couldn't hold himself back at the obscene sight in front of him, Fernando fucking into Franco like an animal, while you swallowed his cum like a good girl.
A few more thrusts and he was spilling inside you as well, panting hard as he curled over you and wrapped an arm around your middle to ground himself after that intense wave of pleasure.
Fernando wasn't far behind, coming inside Franco with a low groan while the Argentine let out a breathless whimper at the feeling of being filled up.
Carlos thought he looked almost ethereal, glowing in the sunset with his lips bitten raw and his utterly fucked out expression.
The thought almost made his cock twitch back to life.
Maybe there could be some room in his bed to explore some more with you and Franco by his side…