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Lando gazed towards the open windows, watching the sunrise and marveling at all of its beauty, before snapping back into reality as he heard the pull of the zipper on Carlos’ suitcase. He groaned, rolling from being on his stomach to being on his back, throwing both arms back while loudly and pointedly sighing in Carlos’ direction. Seeing that he was paying no attention to the display of drama, Lando would worry about his hearing if he didn’t see the man rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him.
“You have a perfectly good simulator next door, why exactly do you have to go all the way to Italy to drive in one?”
Lando had been in a foul mood since hearing of Carlos’ planned trip to Ferrari’s Maranello base, perfectly content to spend as much of the off season as humanly possible at their shared home near Woking. Their time together during the formula one season was dismal at best, the off season they were in not being much better. He recognized he was being a bit of a brat by asking Carlos not to go, yet at the same time he felt no shame at all.
“What exactly am I even supposed to do without you around for a week? We were supposed to be spending this time together, it’s not like I made any plans with anyone else.” He continued to protest the packing of Carlos’ suitcase, knowing it would do nothing to deter him from going anywhere. If there was one thing Lando knew to be true about his boyfriend, it was his often infuriating stubbornness.
He closed his eyes, relaxing into the comforter, flinching when he felt the warm and familiar touch of Carlos' hands on either side of his face. Eyes flying open, he scowled seeing Carlos’ face so close to his own, knowing that he was about to say something perfectly sensible. It was hard for Lando to stay annoyed in moments like these, always feeling so soft for the other man.
“You’ll figure something out, be creative, mi amor.” Carlos spoke in a firm tone laced with softness, placing a gentle kiss on Lando’s forehead before he returned to sorting out his suitcase.
The expression on Lando's face turned into a scowl that a hungry toddler could be proud of as he leaned over to pick the shirt that Carlos just folded, pinching it between two fingers he then proceeded to hurl it across the bedroom.
“You told me to get creative, this is me getting creative.” Lando tried to mimic Carlos’ matter of fact tone, steadfast in his determination to be an annoying little shit. He closed his eyes again, finally relaxing, until a sudden and heavy weight was thrown against his chest, causing him to scream.
“Always so good at following instructions,” Carlos spoke against his lips, pulling Lando into a rough and fiery kiss.
“Though you threw the wrong shirt,” he paused to point at Lando’s chest, “Should’ve been this one you threw across the room if you wanted to get my attention.”
He whined softly at Carlos’ words and upon seeing the darkening expression in his eyes, Lando’s boredom woes were very quickly forgotten.
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“Carlos, are you sure you need to go?” Lando pulled on the string of his hoodie to draw him closer, his tone of voice smooth and sultry, almost purring as he said “I could make it worth it for you, if you stayed.”
He kissed him softly at first, nipping at his lower lip and forcing them open, deepening the kiss. His moan was needy, desperate even as he palmed himself through his shorts, trying to entice Carlos into staying put. Slowly Lando’s hands began to wander towards the front of Carlos’ trousers, just managing to grasp the zipper before Carlos pulled himself away.
Before he could get another word in, Carlos pulled him close, placing a soft kiss against his forehead and reiterating the goodbye he’d been trying to get out for the last 20 minutes. Lando’s frown grew as he watched Carlos smirk at him before turning towards the door, his suitcase trailing behind him.
“Get creative, mi amor, I know you have it in you.” Carlos affirmed with a wink, quickly making his exit out the front door before Lando could try to jump him again.
“He’s spending too much time around Charles.” Lando declared to no one, after witnessing the poor attempt at winking.
He puttered around the house for a while, picking a random show on Netflix and narrowly avoiding burning the lunch he made for himself. True to his word about how bored he’d be without Carlos there to keep him company, he turned the tv off and slowly stood up from the couch, figuring he may as well go for a nap to pass the time. Stiff from the awkward position he had been laying in, he stretched both of his arms upwards, curling his toes and groaning at how good the stretch felt, before returning his arms to his sides and walking towards their bedroom.
He entered the room, padding across the carpet slowly, flicking the light switch so he could see long enough to find a change of clothes. Out of the corner of his eye noticed something shiny and red at the corner of his and Carlos’ bed, he smiled as his gaze turned towards the left, noticing the gift box that had been left behind.
Warmth filled his chest, because of course Carlos was thoughtful enough to leave him some sort of gift before flying to Italy for the week. Feeling content, warm and fuzzy, he sat on the edge of the bed and began tugging at the ribbons edge. After carefully removing the lid and several layers of tissue paper, Lando turned a shade similar to that of Carlos’ Ferrari, choking on his own spit, coughing and struggling to catch his breath.
He’s surprised to pull the tissue paper away to reveal a dildo, knowing that with Carlos anyways he had never used toys. Lando was always down to be fucked by Carlos, the toys simply never necessary in their sex life.
He found some semblance of chill and pulled the dildo from the box, squeezing it a few times between his hands. Something about this felt familiar and he couldn't quite place it at first, until he flipped it around and noticed the distinct veiny pattern on the underside. It clicked — the length, the thickness, the veins, Lando would recognize Carlos’ cock anywhere. Sitting in his hands was a perfect replica of the cock that was on a flight to Italy right now, too far away to be of any use to Lando. This though, this Lando intended to make good use of.
He glanced back into the box and saw a note that reads Have fun - hopefully you won’t miss me too much now. If he wasn’t alone he’d maybe be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes his mouth and how quickly he goes from fully soft to hard, all of the blood rushing straight to his cock as soon as he recognizes what all of this means. Carlos gave him this for a reason, and there was no more time to waste.
He tore off his clothes, and shoved the gift box off the bed in a near rabid fashion. Very carefully, Lando positioned his phone near the foot of the bed, fussing around with it and going back and forth until he’s satisfied that the current angle would give future viewers a good shot of everything. Reaching down into the drawer of their bedside table, he grabbed the first bottle of lube he saw before settling into the bed.
For a moment he questioned if he really is about to do this, about to fuck himself on camera, and then he caught sight of the photo he kept of Carlos next to the bed. It takes one look at the hair that Lando loves to pull, the lips he loves to kiss, the neck he loves to mark, and in the moment, this was enough for him.
He pressed record, leaning back into a comfortable position and slowly stroking his length up to full hardness. He saw a bead of pre cum at the tip of his cock and swiped at it with his right hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth to have a taste of what Carlos loved so much. He nearly shoved his fingers to the back of his throat, moaning on an almost pornographic level. Carlos would know that Lando wasn’t faking anything, he loved the slutty sounds that frequently escaped his boyfriend's mouth.
Putting on a bit of a show at first, twisting and tugging at his nipples, before his hands travelled down further, past his belly button, again past his achingly hard cock, and down to play with his hole, the most sensitive parts of Lando’s body so proudly on display for Carlos.
The first finger goes in completely dry and he can’t help himself from crying out. He persevered knowing that now would not be the time he backed down, and relaxed enough to sink in just a little deeper. The angle is awkward, he thought to himself, but he continued to pump his middle finger in and out at a steady pace, enjoying the burning stretch of going in dry. Lando pulled his hand away long enough to squirt lube along his fingers, immediately returning to shove his middle and index finger as far in as he could reach. He gasped at the sudden stretch but gave himself no time to relax. He knew that something even greater was coming soon if he could move along with opening himself up, it was enough for him to continue in the same rough manner.
He added more lube, this time bringing the tip of the bottle directly to his rim before squeezing hard, shrieking at the sudden onslaught of cool liquid filling his ass. Not quite the same as being filled to the brim with Carlos’ cum, but it would have to do. He added a third finger followed quickly by folding his pinky into the mix as well, he recruited his other hand and given the amount of lube he had used, he managed to squeeze in a fifth finger. Lando only wants to be good for Carlos, to make him proud, to stretch himself out enough to take his cock.
He’s brought himself to tears, already overwhelmed but he continued to fuck his fingers in and out of his hole at a near reckless pace. It shouldn’t surprise him, yet Lando wails as his orgasm comes out of nowhere. He convulsed the bed for a few seconds as hot cum shot across his stomach, the waves of pleasure riding high over him. He’s hot, panting, struggling to catch his breath, but Lando still kept his eye on the prize that lay next to him on the bed, not forgetting what had brought him to this moment in time.
He pulled his fingers out and sighs at the loss, loving the feeling of being filled as often as possible. Lando grabbed the dildo and coated the surface with an excessive amount of lube. He was simply thinking of Carlos and the way he always liked when Lando’s hole had been stretched wide, and was just leaning towards being sloppy.
Positioning the dildo near his hole, he started to push in and cried at the familiarity of it all. He managed to get two inches inside before he quickly pulled out, hissing at the sudden change of sensation. Lando gathered the cum from his stomach and added it to the head of his new best friend that he had dubbed as Carlos 2.0.
Taking another page from Carlos’ book he grabbed a pillow to shove under his hips, giving a better view to his phone's camera. He paused for a second to ensure it’s still recording, and again started to push inside. He made it halfway before needing to stop to give himself a moment to breathe, his entire body on fire, a bundle of over sensitivity. Eventually he powered through, taking the entire length right up to the hilt in one solid push, and he saw stars for what was already the umpteenth time in the last few minutes.
He lost all sense of space and time, lost in the sensation of Carlos’ cock dragging inside, his hole perfectly stuffed.
“Carlos, Carlos, Carlos please I need more.”
His hips bucked into the pillow, doing anything he could to relieve the pressure. Carlos would take care of me if he was here, Lando thought.
“Please Carlos I need to cum again, Daddy please. Please I need you to fuck my hole I need you here, no one does it better than you Carlos!” He screamed, teetering on the edge of his second orgasm.
Fighting every instinct to continue chasing his release Lando flipped over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his hands and knees. His hole tightened, doing his best to keep Carlos inside despite the added movement. Settling into his new position, Lando grabbed the base just as it started to slip out, and plunged it back in. All sense of rhythm and control was lost, without Carlos there to keep him grounded. His own cock was fully hard again, looking red and angry, a rough contrast to the soft satin pillows he was still rutting against. Through bleary eyes he glanced back at his phone again, sobbing at the sight.
Heat began to pool low in his stomach, his toes curled, back arched, pushing his ass up into the air, presenting himself to Carlos. A popping sound was heard as Lando yanked the dildo out entirely, tossing it to the side while still keeping it within reach. Falling forward but remaining on his knees, he rested his head against the mattress to ensure both of his hands were free. Lando reached behind taking two fingers from each hand, plunging them into his fucked out hole that was open and clenching at nothing, softly fluttering as it begged to be filled again. He crooked his fingers in either direction and pulled to show his phone how very open, wrecked, and gaping he was, all a result of Carlos’ thick cock, fulfilling its purpose perfectly.
“Carlos look, look at what you do to me — I need you to fuck me again.”
“I need your cock so fucking bad.” Lando was out of it, his brain had all but left the building as soon as he had opened up Pandora’s box.
He reached to the right to grab the previously discarded toy, sliding it home with ease, Carlos’ cock back where it belonged. He pounded in now at a brutal pace, taking less than a minute before Lando was once again screaming Carlos’ name.
Everything went dark, Lando losing consciousness for a few moments as he reached his peak, the tender walls of his hole spasming and contracting around Carlos. Still reeling from the intensity of his first and second orgasm in quick succession, only a few drops of cum escaped from the tip of his cock. As he came back to reality he slowly dragged the dildo back and forth, crying softly as it brushed against his prostate, before he eventually pulled it out for the final time.
An awkward shuffle took place as he twisted and turned back around, he smirked and bit back another moan when he saw his own teary eyed, fucked out expression staring back at him through the front facing camera. Knowing that all good shows end with an encore, he took hold of the dildo again, sticking out his tongue to swirl it around the tip, little kitten licks to the side before sinking down, taking it deep into his throat.
He moaned at the feeling which was familiar but not at all, the same but different. It was certainly more firm than the real thing, but still close enough to feel like home. He started to drool, saliva dripping down his chin, the sounds coming from deep within his throat truly obscene as he forced his head down just a bit further, finally triggering his gag reflex. Deciding that the show had gone on for long enough, he pulled off to breathe, and sent a gentle, weak smile towards the camera.
“Hey baby, enjoy your trip.” He said, before pressing stop on the recording.
Lando watched the first few minutes back out of curiosity before entering his text chat with Carlos, attaching the video and hitting send. At this point Carlos would probably be mid flight, this being a nice surprise for him when he lands.
He couldn’t help the wince that escapes as he gets out of bed. The newest addition to his small collection of toys may not be the real thing, but it certainly had a similar effect on him. If Carlos was to be gone for the entire week though, this hardly seemed like a bad thing. Lando looked down at his phone again to see that the full video had finally been sent. He tossed it on the bed before entering the bathroom, eager to shower the day away before finally getting to the nap that had earlier been forgotten in favour of something much, much more exciting.
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Several hundreds of kilometres away and 15,000 feet in the sky, Carlos was regretting his choice to fly commercial, despite resting comfortably in the first class cabin.
Noise cancelling headphones in, he prepared to tune out the rest of the world, the silencing effects causing him to doze off. By the time he woke an hour later the plane was at a steady cruising altitude, and Carlos recalled that he could now take advantage of his complimentary inflight wifi. Notifications began to stream in, and he raised his eyebrows at seeing several messages from Lando.
Can’t last 2 hours without me, he thought to himself. He tapped at the messaging app, and upon seeing that it’s a video he made sure his headphones were properly connected before pressing play. 10 seconds in he realized exactly what this is, he groaned internally knowing that even the privacy that first class offers wouldn’t be enough for him to watch this. Pressing pause on the video physically pained him, he took several deep breaths and ignored the strange look from the nearby flight attendant as he willed his erection to stand down. Watching this would have to wait until Carlos’ flight landed and he was in the safety and comfort of his own hotel room. Perhaps he’d watch, then call Lando for a live reenactment if he wasn’t too sore.
Carlos sighs and sinks further into his seat, thinking, “This is what I get for telling him to be creative.”