ARTHUR LECLERC X PIERRE GASLY

First things first: Arthur just might have the most beautiful smile on earth. His gaze is always engaging but even more when he grins at you like that, with a smile as bright as the moon last night, his cheeks with a red glimmer and his eyes staring at you with a glow like you're the only thing in the world.
Normally I love it, when Arthur's gaze holds me like that, but today it's more of a curse than a blessing.
„I uhm... yeah so my car... you can see my car...", I manage to say while trying desperately not to look at Arthur and focus on the other Ferrari juniors, who came to visit the Formula 1 paddock this friday to get in touch with the high class of motor racing. But managing just one sentences of correct English grammar is complicated, when Arthur smiles at me like that. I mean, I try not to look at him, but his presence is not meant to be overlooked, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen so hard for him just two years ago.
„Isn't this Yuki's car?", someone asks in the crowd. I turn around to the car next to me and look at the number. It isn't 10, it is 22.
„Oh yeah, yeah..."
dammit Arthur!
I try to shoot a furious look at him, to stop him from embarrassing me in front of a group of strangers but Arthur keeps on smiling and I keep on messing up my sentences when trying to give a presentation on what it's like to be a F1 driver.
After that the group walks around zur AlphaTauri garage and so does Arthur, until I grab his wrist and pull him a bit closer to me. Far enough, so no one is going to be suspicious but close enough that no one will hear what I whisper to him.
„Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that!", I warn him. My eyes wander over the soft skin of his face right to his lips, which again curve into a soft smile.
„Quit looking so good, then!", he says simply.
„You know, I can't!"
He laughs.
Goddammit, I love it when he smiles, even more when I'm the reason. He grins, so I almost lose myself and almost bend forward to kiss him, but just a second before that Dino shouts: „Yo, Arthur, we're going to the Ferrari garage, you're coming with us?"
„Sure, coming!", Arthur shouts. I look to the group and watch them leaving our garage before looking back at Arthur.
„Imagine I kiss you goodbye!", Arthur says. I laugh and nod.
„Imagine I kiss you back!"
Than I whisper with a darker voice: „Passionately!"
Arthur licks over his lips and gruns. I pull him into a brief hug which is the only thing we can do, because no one knows about us. It's just something we decided on when we started dating this summer. Maybe someday we'll be ready to come out in front of our friends, but right now there's enough pressure on us and we don't need any more reasons to be stressed. It isn't perfect and there're definitely days I wish the world know about Arthur and me, but than again I'm sure I couldn't handle the spotlight that comes when you're the first gay formula 1 driver.
So for now it's a secret. A secret we keep to us, a secret I hold in my heart, s secret that's only mine. It's kind of romantic, if you think about it.
„I come over later, before my race!", Arthur whispers into my ear and than steps back. I nod and try to stop staring at him but the only reason I manage to look away is the fact that Arthur walks out of the garage and even than I just stop staring at him, because he walks out of my sight.
„Damn, those Leclerc Brothers are high class beauty", i hear someone saying. I look over my shoulder to Josephine, a worker from Alpha. She talks to one of the mechanics my who shrugs his shoulders and murmurs: „Guess so!"
„They're taken", I say go her and than duck my head in, cause I know who Arthur's taken by.
„Yeah, that isn't much of the surprise"
She sighs and than claps his hands.
„Nevermind, it's time for your interview, P!"