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Jannik Sinner is a beta. But, with his height, he could've been an alpha. There's strength in him, and sometimes, when he scores a good point, when Carlos knows Jannik feels in control, he'll shake the racket in his hand – as close to a celebration as he will usually allow himself to give –, and his eyes will look just dark enough. Threatening. Dominating.
Carlos doesn't let himself think about the other possibility. About the wide hips and the legs that go on for fucking miles, and the shyness and the awkwardness in interviews and the hard-won smiles. Because if Jannik were an omega – well, that would be a dangerous thought, wouldn't it?
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Jannik finds out that Carlos has a crush. Too bad nobody bothers to tell him whom it’s on.
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Carlos isn’t jealous. Really. He just doesn’t understand how Jannik managed to bring a whole boyfriend back from Australia.
Who the fuck is Norman, anyway?
(After winning the Australian Open, Jannik might be a little too vocal about his attachment to his trophy. You know, the Norman Brookes Challenge Cup. That trophy. Surely it won’t cause any problems.)
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“I hate that I’m number one with everyone, but never with you.”
He’s talking before thinking, now, and that never happens. He always thinks several times before opening his mouth, always measured, always collected. What is happening in the backseat of this car? He feels like he’s a man possessed.
Carlos squints his eyes, and the words flow out of his mouth easily. Why do they always come out of his mouth so easily?
“You’re number one to me, always,” Carlos says.
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Jannik is sad after losing Roland Garros. Carlos helps.
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One particular comment had caught his attention.
@ballista : three sure things in life: death, taxes and Sinner absolutely crushing Carlos in his articles lol!!!!!!
Carlos’ curiosity had taken over, and he had found the article again, just to check the author.
Jannik Sinner.
So that was the stranger’s name, then.
His thumb had flown over the name, before clicking on it.
According to his profile, Jannik wasn’t only a tennis journalist. He had many contributions for the Formula 1 section, and also a few for the downhill skiing one. Most articles he had written, though, were about tennis, seemingly regularly for a few years. Carlos had taken a quick look over them, and had realized a few of those articles were about him- or, at least, talking about him. He had clicked on one of them, reading it quickly, before realizing they had been written with the same tone: always laudatory of his opponents, always harsh on him.
OR. Carlos meets a red-haired stranger in an elevator. Little does he know it's going to change his life forever.