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so i finished writing a short carlos x jannik fic (really short and i feel like it sucks but it actually helped me to write that though i think how i wrote jannik' reaction to everything was more my reaction than his actual reaction hahah)

i had chatgpt proofread this so if there are any mistakes left don't blame me.

short summary: jannik breaks down after finding out he could be banned and carlos comforts him (established relationship)

„Hey Jannik. Are you okay?”

Carlos has just gotten home when he read the news. Wada wanted to ban Jannik for up to 2 years.

He and Jannik had been so sure that everything would turn out fine. It was a billionth of a gram in Jannik‘s body. It was barely anything. 

Now Carlos has let himself into Jannik’s apartment because he didn’t open the doors when he knocked on the door. 

He didn’t hear anything. Was he even home?

The moment Carlos read the news he immediately made his way to Jannik because when even he was panicking how would his boyfriend react to everything happening right now? 

He has been going through a lot in the last weeks. Of course, there were the fans who were supporting him. But the haters are still present. The constant comments were chipping away at Jannik’s confidence. He has become quiter over the last months and didn’t leave his apartment or hotel room when it wasn’t necessary.

When Carlos moved closer to the living room, he started hearing the tv on the lowest volume. He couldn’t tell what was playing but at least he now knew that Jannik was home and didn’t run away which had been his biggest fear. That Jannik wouldn’t manage to cope with everything.

The moment he managed to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend, Carlos knew it was bad. 

He was sitting on the couch, a fluffy blanket thrown over his legs and another one over his shoulders. He had his legs pulled up to his chest and stared at the tv. 

Carlos felt like Jannik didn’t even really hear the voices coming from the tv, too lost in his thoughts.

„How are you? You didn’t answer the phone I was worried.”

„They want to ban me.” Jannik was still not looking at Carlos. „For two years. I can’t do that. This isn’t possible. I explained everything. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Carlos saw a tear escaping Jannik’s eye. 

He already thought it would be bad but he also had hoped it wouldn’t be like this. He has only seen his boyfriend like this once. That was a few days ago when his aunt died. 

„Hey we will get through this. It isn’t a final decision yet. You just have to focus on the good things right now. You are still number one.”

Carlos sat down next to Jannik to hug him. Jannik leant on him, his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Everything is so fucked up right now. And then you will leave me when I can’t play anymore because I am banned”, Carlos heard Jannik whispering.

Carlos tightened his hold around Jannik’s shoulders as he felt him tremble.

He hated seeing him like that as it made him feel helpless. He wasn’t sure how to comfort Jannik or how to respond.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos whispered softly, running his hand through Jannik’s curls. “Look at me.”

It took a moment but eventually Jannik looked up with eyes that were shining from the tears he tried to held back as he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Carlos, even though he knew that his boyfriend would understand it.

“I know that it seems impossible right now, but we will get through it. I will be there for you, you know that, right? I won’t leave you, not even if you were banned.”

Jannik shook his head.

“This is so much different to everything else we have been through. This isn’t just a lost match, Carlitos. This… this is so much more. They… they will take everything from me. My whole career, my reputation, you...”

Carlos thought that Jannik would continue but he just took a shaky breath, burying his face in his hands.

“They may take your career from you but definitely not me”, Carlos said. He didn’t know how Jannik could even think that.

“And hey, listen. They may have their opinion but we have the opinions of the experts that are definitely on our side.”

Jannik didn’t respond, just buried his face into Carlos’ chest while he was still trembling.

“I’m scared, Carlos,” Jannik finally whispered, the words so quiet Carlos almost didn’t hear them. “What if they don’t believe me? What if I can’t play again? What if… what if I’m done? Forever?”

“You won’t. I promise you won’t be done. Because I am here. You have your fans you can still play the next tournaments.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, with Carlos hugging Jannik and his boyfriend clinging to him like he was the only thing holding him together.

Carlos reached for the remote and was searching for something that might distract Jannik, even if it was just for a few minutes and eventually landed on some cooking show.

Jannik glanced up at the screen.

“Cooking?” His voice was hoarse, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “They will do everything wrong.”

“Hey, it is better than watching the news, isn’t it?”

They watched in silence for a while, Carlos keeping his arms wrapped securely around Jannik’s shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles against his boyfriend’s skin. Eventually, his head lolled against Carlos’ shoulder, and his eyes were shut while he took deep breaths.

Carlos pressed a kiss on Jannik’s curls while he adjusted the blankets and his position. He knew that Jannik’s world won’t just become a better on overnight, but he was glad that Jannik was able to rest a bit, even if it was just for a few hours.

i wrote a part two to the jannik x carlos fanfic... i was bored and it felt really great writing again so i even consider writing a part 3 haha!

this is again proofread by chatgpt so mistakes are not my fault!

short summary: jannik and carlos go to south tyrol to escape everything and jannik teached carlos how to ski

A few days after Jannik’s breakdown, he and Carlos decided that they would fly to South Tyrol to visit Jannik’s family.

It was the first time that Carlos would meet them in person and he couldn’t be more nervous. He was so scared that he might not make a good impression or whatever.

Now they were sitting on the plane, and Carlos happily looked out the window, noticing that they were soon going to arrive as he saw the mountains underneath them. In the meanwhile, Jannik was asleep which Carlos was really glad about as his boyfriend hasn’t been sleeping well in the last days, too often thinking about what could happen.

An hour later, both of the men were standing at the airport and waiting for their luggage. They both had huge suitcases with them as Carlos was sure that he was going to be really cold as he was not used to the cold weather of South Tyrol so he had brought half of his closet with him.

He already was cold even though he was wearing a warm sweater and one of Jannik’s winter jackets that was supposed to keep him warm.

“So, are we going to take a taxi to your parents?” Carlos was looking at Jannik in confusion when he realized he hasn’t planned anything, as Jannik was simply more organized and did all the planning.

“No, they are going to pick us up. A taxi would be quite expensive and my mom wanted to see me as soon as possible. I guess she was worried”, Jannik said, forcing a smile on his face.

Carlos stretched his arm so he could hold his boyfriend’s hand in his own and squeezed it so Jannik knew that he was there.

“Isn’t it a long drive from your parents to the airport and back?”

“Around two hours yes but my mom said it was fine and even if I tried to talk it out of her it wouldn’t have worked, believe me”, Jannik said and chuckled.

The next moment a kind looking woman and a man were coming their way. The woman was waving while nearly running to Jannik. She hugged him tightly.

“There you are! You are late! Was the flight delayed? Is that Carlos?”

“Hey! Yes, the flight was delayed and yes, that’s Carlos.” Jannik smiled as his mom was still hugging him.

“I was so worried about you after everything that happened. Are you okay? Or would you rather not talk about that now?” His mom looked so worried and it made Carlos smile. It was adorable seeing Jannik interacting with her.

“I am alright and I don’t really want to talk about it.” Jannik’s smile turned slightly sadder which maybe not everyone might notice, but Carlos did.

“Ok, let’s get you both to the car you must be exhausted. Your dad has already cooked food we just have to warm it up when we come home. Carlos, I hope you like pasta? I am sorry I completely forgot to introduce myself. I am Siglinde and this is Hanspeter.”

“Nice to meet you both. And yes, pasta sounds great”, Carlos said, shaking their hands.

A few minutes later they were sitting in the car, with Jannik’s dad driving and his mom in the passenger seat. The couple sat in the back, their hands intertwined.  

“So, Carlos, have you ever been to South Tyrol? What are you planning to do?”, Hanspeter asked after some time.

“No, I have never been here before. And Jannik planned to teach me skiing. I am not so sure if that will work though.” Carlos laughed.

“I am sure you will get the hang of it after a few attempts”, his boyfriend said.

“It’s a beautiful place to learn, you just have to try not to get discouraged if it’s hard at first. I remember when Jannik first tried when he was still very young, he—”

“Dad! No. We are not even starting with that story”, Jannik interrupted, his ears turning pink. Carlos’s curiosity piqued immediately. “I think Carlos doesn’t need to hear embarrassing childhood stories right now.”

“Why not? It’s a long drive, we have time,” Carlos said teasingly, squeezing Jannik’s hand.

Jannik’s mother shot her son a kind look before turning around. “Alright, alright, let’s not be mean. We’re here to have a good time, and Jannik will show you how to ski like a pro. He was always very dedicated—even if his first attempts looked, well, let’s say... adorable.”

Carlos chuckled. He could imagine a mini Jannik shooting down a ski slope, stubbornly trying it again and again.

“Sounds like you’ve always been determined,” he murmured, giving Jannik a soft look.

“Believe me you will be a pro yourself in no time,” Jannik said, a small smile playing on his lips. “But I’ll take good care of you out there.”

“I hope so I am too young to die, you know?” Carlos whispered with a wink.

***

The next morning, they got up early to drive to the ski area. Carlos was wearing a lot of clothes as he was still cold, and Jannik made fun of it.

Jannik drove the two of them up to the ski area, sitting in the car while he maneuvered the car through the many turns. Carlos couldn’t help but watch his boyfriend how he had his one hand on the wheel while the other arm leaned on the window.

“You okay?” Jannik asked suddenly, glancing over when they stopped at a red light. Carlos blinked, embarrassed that he was caught staring.

“Yes, of course, just… you look good when you are driving”, he said, feeling his cheeks turning red.

A small, smug smile appeared on Jannik’s lips. “Oh, really?” he said softly, his voice playful. He shifted gears smoothly, and Carlos bit his lip. This was dangerous territory.

“Shut up,” Carlos muttered, trying to look away. “Just drive.”

“I am,” Jannik said, still grinning as he pulled up to the parking lot. “Alright, let’s see if I can teach you how to ski and if you’ll like it.”

Carlos just raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll love it,” he replied confidently. “And if not, I’ll just keep watching you.”

They were finally standing at the top of a beginner slope, Carlos already wobbling on his skis. Jannik stood beside him, looking calm and at ease on his own skis, while Carlos was gripping onto his poles like his life depended on it.

“Ok, for the beginning just place your feet like this so it looks like a slice of pizza”, Jannik said. “Just be relaxed nothing will happen this is the beginner slope.”

“Relaxed?” Carlos echoed. “How am I supposed to be relaxed I feel like I am going to fall any second.”

Jannik laughed as he saw Carlos’s face. He looked as if he might start crying.

“You won’t fall if you listen to me,” Jannik promised, stepping a little closer. “See? Just copy me.”

Jannik demonstrated how to move the legs and feet to turn, to stop and just going down the hill safely.

Carlos watched, trying to mimic the movements, but the moment he moved, his skis began to slide.

“JANNIK! What the fuck is happening?” Carlos panicked and instinctively waved his arms in an attempt to steady himself but it only made everything worse.

He lost his balance and ended up sitting in the snow, his skis splayed out awkwardly.

Jannik chuckled softly, gliding over to help him. “You’re supposed to turn your skis inward to stop, not wave at me like you’re saying goodbye.”

“Haha… It is not funny…” Carlos shot him a sad look that reminded Jannik of a golden retriever. “I am doing my best here, ok?”

“I know,” Jannik said warmly, holding out his hand. “Come on, let’s try again. This time, focus on keeping your weight centered.”

With Jannik’s help, Carlos got back on his feet, feeling clumsy and unsure. He looked at the slope in front of him that was small by most standards but still intimidating to him. HE definitely felt safer on a tennis court.

“Okay, so if you want to slow down, make a ‘pizza’ shape with your skis,” Jannik said, guiding Carlos’s legs gently into the right position. “It’ll help you control your speed.”

“Pizza shape. Got it,” Carlos muttered, brow furrowed in concentration. He took a deep shuddering breath, too scared to tell Jannik he was intimidated by a beginner slope, and tried to move forward again. This time, he actually managed a few shaky meters before he started picking up speed. “Oh no, no, no!”

Before he could stop, he fell again, landing in the snow. Jannik glided to his boyfirend, trying not to laugh.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Carlos groaned, pushing himself up, cheeks flushed from the cold or more the embarrassment. “But I think I hate skiing.”

“You don’t hate it,” Jannik said, helping him up again. “You’re just not used to it. One more time?”

Carlos sighed but nodded eventually. “Fine. One more time. But if I fall again, I’m going back to your parents for hot chocolate.”

Jannik’s eyes sparkled. “Deal. But I am sure that this time it will be better.”

After the sincaraz final i wanted to write something... so here we go...

short summary: they are in the plane, jannik is in a kinda depressed mood, they are making out in the airplane bathroom

Jannik leaned back in his seat, his long legs stretched out. He looked out the window, thinking about the match he had just played a couple hours ago.

He knew he was doing his best, but he couldn’t help it. He thought he could really win the match he has trained a lot and the last matches he played were also quite good.

Carlos shifted in his seat, glancing at Jannik who sat just a couple meters from him. The match before had left him exhausted and his whole body was aching.

He swallowed hard as he took in Jannik’s expression that was obviously disappointed.

He had felt bad seeing Jannik lose which was something he couldn’t understand. They were rivals, they shouldn’t feel bad for the other when they lost but he couldn’t help it. With Jannik it was different.

Carlos stood up although he wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to do. Slowly, he went over to Jannik’s seat.

“Hey, can we… talk?” He asked shyly.

He felt weird talking to Jannik when both their teams were around.

“Uhm… yes of course. What do you want?” Jannik turned his face to him instead of looking outside. He tried to smile but Carlos saw it wasn’t an honest one.

“I – I just wanted to tell you that you played really well.”

Jannik looked away again.

“Thanks,” he murmured after a long pause. His voice was flat, nothing to be heard of the usual warmth. “You too.”

Carlos’ chest tightened. This was definitely not how it was supposed to be. After all of their matches, no matter who won, they had always managed to talk normally, sometimes even laugh about something. But tonight, it felt different.

Everything felt tense and forced and Carlos couldn’t help but be mad at himself for saying yes to the flight together. He should have said no when Juanki asked him if they should share the jet with Jannik’s team.

“Jannik,” Carlos started again, his voice sounding almost pleading. “I mean it, you were amazing out there, I–“

“Stop. Just… stop.”

Jannik’s voice was sharp and the intensity in his gaze made Carlos flinch.

“Don’t act like you care. You won. And you deserved it. But please don’t pretend to care.”

Jannik’s voice broke off, looking away again as he ran his hand through his curls. Carlos just stared at him. He had known Jannik for years and had seen him at his highest and what he had though his lowest but this… unfiltered version of Jannik was new.

“I am not pretending,” Carlos said, trying to keep his voice at a low volume so that the others wouldn’t hear everything. He leaned forward to grip the armrest so he doesn’t fall over when a small turbulence hit the plane. “I just… fuck, Jannik, I don’t know what to say. I hate seeing you like this because I do care!”

“Yes, well. Get used to it.” Jannik shrugged.

The words stung, and that sharper than Carlos had expected.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly he was well aware of how close they were. Carlos could see the brown and green of Jannik’s eyes that looked darker than usually as the light was dim.

The silence stretched and made them both feel awkward. The jet’s hum seemed louder than before at the small space suddenly felt too cramped, too intimate.

Suddenly, Jannik stood up, making Carlos flinch. He now had to look a bit up at Jannik, which was caused by their height difference.

He watched as Jannik’s long limbs moved toward the front of the cabin. Carlos felt an impulse to follow him, and before he could have even thought about it he went after him.

“Wait.” He said, hoping he wasn’t too loud and would wake up the others that were sleeping in their seats. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

Seconds later, Carlos found himself with Jannik in the bathroom. The small bathroom.

The small room didn’t leave them any space, they were standing now face to face and were able to feel their breaths on each other’s skin.

For a moment neither of them moved. The air felt thick between them and both could feel the tension.

Jannik was so close that Carlos was able to see every detail of his face. The slight flush of his cheeks, the crease between his eyebrows the way his lips he pressed together. And how he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Carlos swallowed hard. Why had he followed Jannik? He shouldn’t have done it. He wouldn’t be in this situation if hadn’t.

But now he was here, in the tiny bathroom. Practically pressed up against him.

“Why are you here, Carlos?” Jannik interrupted, his voice low. “Why did you have to follow me?”

But Carlos didn’t know how to respond. Because he didn’t know. To apologize? To comfort him? But why would he do that. They weren’t really close friends.

“I… I don’t know.” Carlos whispered, his breath getting faster when he realized how close they really were now. “I just couldn’t let you go like that.”

For a split second, Jannik’s gaze softened until he was back to clenching his jaw and looking at the ceiling. “You cannot fix everything Carlos.”

“I am not trying to do that. I just can’t stand seeing you like that. I feel so bad.” Carlos said frustrated.

“Then why do you have to keep winning?” Jannik let out a bitter laugh. He knew his feelings weren’t rational but when were they. He was frustrated. Carlos was his kryptonite.

“Because I have to. It’s just the game. But it doesn’t mean I want to hurt you on purpose.”

Jannik didn’t reply. The tension in the tiny room was palpable, making Carlos feel like he was on the edge of something dangerous.

And then, Jannik moved. It was so quick, unexpected, that Carlos didn’t have the time to react before Jannik’s hands were on him. He grabbed Carlos arms, fingers digging into his skin.

 Before Carlos could say anything, Jannik’s mouth was on his – desperate.

Everything, all the confusion, the frustration, the anger, it all was recognizable in the kiss.

Carlos surged forward, his hands now on Jannik’s back, gripping Jannik’s shirt. Underneath he could feel the muscles in Jannik’s back tensing up.

The kiss deepened and turned hotter the more confident the men became. Jannik groaned against his mouth, his hands sliding down to grip Carlos’ waist.

 The room seemed to become even smaller as they stumbled a bit back making Carlos bump against the cold sink which made him gasp, and sent a shiver down his spine.

The gasp made him break the kiss for just a moment before Jannik’s mouth was on his again, kind of demanding.

It was chaotic. Carlos nearly elbowed Jannik as they tried to change positions so that now it was Jannik feeling the sink in his back.

But it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to Carlos was Jannik’s hands on his hips, his lips on his, the heat of his body pressed against him, Jannik’s toned back he could feel under his hands.

 “Jannik,” Carlos gasped, as Jannik kissed along his jaw and down his neck which made his head fell back. “What... what are we doing here?”

 “Shut up,” Jannik managed to say, his breath hot against Carlos’ skin.

And then he was kissing him again. Carlos felt like he couldn’t get enough air, but he also didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to pull away to take a breath.

Jannik’s hands slipped under Carlos’ shirt, pushing it up while he explored Carlos’ chest, his sides, his waist.

“Fuck,” Jannik breathed, his voice low. “You’re-“

But whatever he wanted to say was lost when Carlos pulled him back down to press their lips together again.

Carlos hands were shaking a bit when he tugged at Jannik’s shirt, pulling it over his head and sliding his hands over his chest and abs.

But then, suddenly, Jannik pulled back, breathing hard, his eyes dark.

“We… fuck, Carlos. We shouldn’t do that.”

“But why did you…” Carlos looked up at the other guy in confusion.

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t fucking know,” he growled.

They were both trying to catch their breath but then Jannik’s gaze dropped to his lips again and something changed. Carlos didn’t even know what.

It felt as if Jannik was more confident know.

And he was. Jannik was kissing him again, harder this time. Rougher.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

Carlos’ body reacted instinctively. His hands explore Jannik’s body, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, needing to know him.

The next few minutes were a blur of moans and gasps.

Carlos didn’t know how long they stayed like that, lost in each other. All he knew was that when they finally broke apart, they were both a mess. They were panting, their shirts somewhere on the floor. Jannik’s fingers tangled in his hair.

Their faces where flushed, their bodies trembling, their lips swollen.

They were just standing there for a moment, neither of them moving. They just stared at each other as their chests were heaving and hearts racing.

They knew they should get out there before anyone noticed they’d been gone for so long.

But Jannik’s eyes were locked on his, sending shivers down Carlos’ spine.

“Fuck Carlos,” Jannik muttered. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Carlos didn’t - no, he couldn’t – respond. All he could do was kiss Jannik again, desperate to feel him again.

His hands moved over Jannik’s chest, his stomach, down to the waistband of his pants.

Jannik’s breath hitched when Carlos’ fingers brushed over the skin above his pants.

“Is… Is this what you want?” Carlos asked put of breath, his voice low.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

And then their lips were pressed against each other’s again, Jannik’s hands roaming over the other guy’s bare chest. He tugged at Carlos’ pants, his fingers brushing against his hips, his thighs, teasing, but not yet touching were Carlos wanted him most.

“Jannik,” Carlos gasped, his voice breaking as he arched into Jannik’s touch, his fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please-“

But before he could finish Jannik spun them around again, pinning Carlos against the bathroom sink. Carlos let out a soft cry of surprise as Jannik’s body pressed against his.

“Tell me what you want,” Jannik murmured, his thumb brushing over Carlos’ bottom lip, coax a whine out of the younger man. “Say it, Carlos.”

Carlos swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the edge of the sink behind him. His whole body was trembling.

“You. Please, Jannik, I want you,” he breathed, his voice barely audible.

All he wanted was Jannik’s hands on him.

“Don’t stop,” Carlos whispered, his voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop,” he begged.

And then his hands were on Carlos’ waistband, tugging it down, his fingers sliding over bare skin. Carlos gasped, his head falling back and his breath coming in short gasps.

“Jannik- “

“Fuck, you’re so… you are driving me insane.” Jannik’s voice was rough, almost growling.

Carlos let out a whimper, his head falling back as Jannik’s mouth trailed down his stomach.

But before he anything more could happen, there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Carlos?” a familiar voice called out, muffled through the thin door.

Carlos froze, his heart leaping into his throat. He knew that voice—knew it all too well.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes wide as he looked up at Jannik. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Jannik’s gaze was just as panicked, his hands stilling against Carlos’ skin.

“What the fuck should we do?” Jannik asked, panicking.

“Just act normal.” Carlos whispered; his voice strained.

He took their shirts in his hands giving one to Jannik and put it on.

“Carlos?” Juanki’s voice called out again, louder this time. “Are you in there?”

“Yes… yes. Just… just wait a second.”

But he didn’t. Before he could think about a plan the door swung open and Carlos’ heart stopped.

His face turned red.

“Enjoying yourself?” Juanki asked dryly. Before anyone could respond he added a “Just get back to your seats. And just don’t do it again… at least not in a plane. The walls are quite thin here, you know?”

When Juanki turned away to go back to his seat Carlos just stood there.

“We are so fucked,” he whispered to Jannik.