formula one is gay AND polyamory at its finest, because everyone's fighting about their ships and i'm just sat there, thinking "these dudes are way too queer for each other, they have chemistry between all of them and that is crazy".
a little drabble inspired by the podcast Charles was on including Charles x Carlos x Pierre getting trapped in an elevator
“What if we play 20 questions?”
“Pierre please take this seriously we could be stuck here for days besides what questions? I know all the answers I know you both very well” Charles sighs into his palms that cover his face. Pierre never took things seriously, always making jokes.
They had been stuck in the for about 2 hours and all Pierre had done was get on Charles’ nerves by first saying “What if we just kissed?” and then by just not shutting up or understanding why Charles was so frustrated, it was the last day of break and it was going to be wasted in this elevator god knows how much longer they will be stuck here it could be days.
“Ok calm down calamar I’m just saying things to pass the time plus you know us but Carlos and I don’t really know each other.”
“I don’t want to listen to you play anyways. Can we just wait and hope one of us gets a signal and get out.”
Carlos who really hadn’t said anything looks up from fiddling on his phone and making direct eye contact with Pierre
“You know what we can play that first game you suggested”
“Carlos you can not be serious don’t get his hopes up” Charles says as he drops his head between his knees. Cursing god on why they decided to play gay chicken of all games, they both are so stupid, when they should be getting someone to get them out.
Carlos smirks and raises his eyebrows at Pierre over Charles shoulder
Pierre crawls over to Carlos from where he was sat like a lion looking at his prey.. putting his hands on top of Carlos’ knees keeping eye contact and slowly leaning in and bring his lips to Carlos’, who doesn’t back down bringing his hands to Pierre’s hair deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in.
It’s the wet, messy sound that makes Charles look up in horror to see Carlos and Pierre eating eachothers faces, not paying him a single ounce of attention. He sits in shock he expected this from Pierre but Carlos he should be above Pierre’s little games. He sits for what feels like days and they still haven’t stopped. He needed to do something.
Charles reaches over and pulls Pierre off of Carlos.
“Can you stop?”
“Calamar I asked if you wanted join and you didn’t mon ami”
“But but-t-
“But nothing you made your choice and Carlos took my offer”
“Have you nothing to say” Charles looks over to Carlos with wide eye because what the fuck is going on, Pierre and Carlos aren’t even friends and now they are kissing in an elevator,
“Well how else are we supposed to pass the time, Do you have any other suggestions Charles?” he says with that dumb look on his face. Charles wanted to scream, why were they acting like he was the crazy one here, what alternate universe was he in that these two were somehow on the same page and he wasn’t. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It was no use to continue being angry.
“Fine ok”
“Ok what?”
“I’ll play you stupid game” Charles says as he moves to lean in between Carlos and Pierre because if you can’t beat them, might as well join them. He leans closer to Pierre feeling the breath on his lips, and also feeling Carlos’s eyes on them. It was weird because in all of their time of being friends he had never actually kissed Pierre, he never had the urge or want really but seeing Carlos and Pierre kiss made him feel left out. So he closed his eyes and closed the distan-
CLANG
A startling sound makes both Charles and Pierre pull back. All three look at the source which happens to be the door. They see it shift as part of a crowbar pulls the door open. They were free.
When Charles threw him in the air, that split second he wasn’t being held made it feel like he was flying, and really Pierre couldn’t say if he actually touched the ground the entire time.
He knew he must have - there were jumps, and balances, and they weren’t actual possible without contact with the floor, but he felt like he was genuinely capable of floating when he danced with Charles.
