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Just after Oscar's 7th Formula 1 Grand Prix—his home race—he went back to his hotel after a long day. He tagged along with his teammate, Lando and Carlos. Oscar thought Lando and him were a great pair, hanging around with Carlos, and this one time Daniel made Oscar a bit jealous. Even though Lando and Oscar obviously weren't as close as these guys, they haven't known each other for nearly as long, and Oscar and Lando are getting closer really fast.
I parted ways with my teammate and went off to my room. Lando's my best friend in Formula 1 at the moment—maybe apart from Logan. but it's tough whenever I'm not his best friend. I just haven't settled in with the rest of the grid the way I thought I would. I tapped my card on my door and walked down the long corridor I was greeted with. I flopped on to my bed, sighing heavily. I took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Instagram. Model, model, ad, Lando... McLaren had posted our results. Lando got P6, and I was only two places behind him. We worked pretty hard today, and I'm pleased with our results. I think Lando is too. He should be anyway; he's a great driver, and he puts his all into racing. He's also a really great person. He's made me feel at home with McLaren. I've always dreamed of this, and it really helps to have somebody like him to look up to (not literally). He has a lot of fans, and rightfully so. I've recently noticed he's popular with the girls. Don't blame them; he's perfect. He's muscular, and if you're not dying to sit on it, you're definitely dying to have his face. He's overall pretty fit, with veiny arms and great hair. Every time I look at it, I just want to run my fingers through that lox. As I stared at the picture for longer, I felt flustered. I love him so much. He's the best person I know. I swiped onto McLaren's Instagram and noticed they recently posted an ice bath video. I press onto it, hoping I don't look bad, and as I watch, it clicks in my head that this is a fan edit of Lando taking an ice bath. I watch while Lando climbs out, dripping wet with water beads sliding down his abs. I feel my chest start to tighten, then my pants.
shit,
I shift in my bed uncomfortably. I'm still young; yeah, I get random boners, but focus on the keyword 'random'. I'd get a boner over anything without a shirt on. Although Lando is definitely really good-looking without a shirt, ew, gross. But I don't take it back. It's probably better to get rid of it now. I'm pretty hard, and it'll get sore if I wait it out. (I'm just assuming that's how it works.) I slip my hand under my pants and the waistband of my boxers. I groped my hand around myself and started stroking. All I could hear through my AirPods was a clip of Lando's voice, followed by Maneater by Nelly Furtado. I stroked harder and more aggressively. My phone eventually turned off, and even through my AirPods, I could still hear the rustling of the wind outside, but I tuned it out and tried to turn on my phone again without having to stop. I hold the video and groan harder and harder while I get closer to the climax. Just as I cum, I let out a load of moans, "What're you doing?" Lando walked in. I took my hand out of my pants, and he covered his face, screaming. "I—oh my god! Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Lando turned back down the hallway. I got up and off the bed. "What! Sorry, umm, what's up?" I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "Yeah, uh, sorry, I just uh, let you borrow my charger." We avoided eye contact like our lives depended on it. "Yeah, sorry, let me get it for you." I leaned over the nightstand and grabbed the plug out of the socket when I hit my elbow. "Shit, ow." I hit my elbow off my phone, and the video unpaused. Lando's voice started playing from the phone. I slammed down on the table after Lando caught me jerking off. I grabbed the phone really fast, but due to the, y'know, on my hand, it slipped out, and I practically threw my phone at him. No science could explain how my phone ended up there, but it did, and it's now a big problem. He picked it up and said, "Oh, um, that's a cool video of... me?" I run round to the other side of the bed and grab my phone out of his hand, "misunderstanding." I realise how close I am to him, and he looks up at me, making eye contact for the first time since he came in. "I'm really sorry about that; it looks worse than it is." Lando looks down at our feet. "Yeah, um, I'm sure me walking in on you jerking off to a video of me is just a 'misunderstanding' right?" He chuckled, "Look, that was weird, I'll admit, but it wasn't about you. If you actually scroll, then you'll see what it was." I show him my phone, and he scrolls down to see another video of us while I thought he was looking at a photo of some model. "So what does this mean?" I close my phone and put it in my pocket. "I got a umm... over that," Lando let out another chuckle. "Really?" He looked up at me, and I nodded. "Oh, thank God," he breathed out and grabbed the sides of my face. "I've been waiting so long to do this," he said, leaning in and connecting his lips to mine.
His tongue immediately brushed my lips. We parted and I was frozen and rigid. "Lando." He looked into my eyes really deeply with a growing frown. "Oh, I'm really sorry, Oscar." He went to leave when I grabbed his arm, and he yanked it away from me. "Sorry," I hear as the door closes. I sit down on the edge of my bed and say, "Oh my god... oh my god! Wait, no." I don't know how to feel about this. Good? Nope, bad? Nope. I look down "hard? Yep," I think it's best to wait this one out. In case somebody tries to barge into my room again, I turn on my TV and fall asleep.
I wake up; something's touching me. I rub my eyes and look to see Lando hovering above me. He's panting and going in for a kiss. Like last night. This time I'm not letting him run away. I grab onto him, and he sits straddled on my stomach. I have him by the waist, and we're linked by our tongues. I pull and push his hips back, grinding into him. Our hard ons rubbing against each other is the greatest pleasure I've ever felt in my life. We break the kiss, and I reconnect my lips to his neck. "Oscar~" I bite down softly on his neck, hard enough for him to yell my name again, "Oscar!" He continuously moans out my name as I grind him into me harder and harder: "Oscar!" He yells. Our neighbours definitely know who's in this room now. I feel a sudden rush of ecstasy course through my veins. Lando moves off of me and off the bed. "Lando, where are you going?" he starts shaking me on the shoulder. "Oscar! Oscar!" His face slowly fades into that of a familiar man. Let me sit with it. My eyes focus, and Mark Webber is shaking me, waking me up. "Oscar! Mate Wake up, breakfast is nearly over." I jump awake and look at him. "You're already dressed; it'll be fine. Come down now." I slowly get off my bed. Not 100% awake, but getting there and heading downstairs with Mark. The elevator dings, and we walk out to see McLaren and Williams all at a big table eating breakfast. "There's a seat over there. Go sit." Mark points to a seat beside Logan... and Lando. I take a big, deep breath and go sit down. The only thing is that I forgot to breathe out. It'd be awkward now if I sigh out. What if Lando thinks it's because of him? That'd be weird. I slowly let the breath out and tried to return to my normal breathing pattern. "I didn't think you were coming; I made you a plate just in case." I nod at Lando, who passes me a plate with my favourites. "Some teammate, you are Oscar; you could at least say thank you." I know he meant it as a joke, but if Logan knew how awkward this was for me, "Sorry, uh, thanks, Lando. I appreciate it." Lando keeps his eyes glued to his food. "No problem." I eat my food as quickly as possible since everyone else is nearly finished. I grab my phone out of my pocket and unlock it. I nearly fell off my seat when 'the' video started playing again. Nobody batted an eye, apart from Lando. I immediately swerved around to look at him, and he chuckled. "Still watching that video?" I put my elbows on the table and rested my head in my hands. "Lando, we need to talk about, y'know." Lando's smile faded, and he looked at me with a dead stare. "I don't want to," I said, looking at him in disbelief. "I don't care. I want to talk about it, so we're going to talk about it." I may have said that a bit too loudly, but I don't think I shouted at him or anything. He obviously didn't take it well because he pushed his seat back and stormed out of the room. I turn back to look at him. "What's that about?" Logan questions. I push my seat out (a bit more lightly than Lando) and make my way to the elevator. "Oscar, where are you going? You've only just started breakfast." Mark grabs onto my shoulder to stop me. I pull my arm away from him. "I'm going to speak to Lando!" I felt a lot of eyes on me at that moment, but I walked on and pressed the button to the lift. I wait for a couple seconds and get in. I see myself in the massive mirror on the back wall. Something looks off about me. No, no, no. No! I'm in the same state that caused this whole situation. "Fuck" the elevator dings, and I step out. I put my hands over my crotch in a 'casual' way and headed for Lando's room (next to mine), assuming that's where he is. I hit my knuckles on the door. "Lando?" He opened the door and walked away. I stood there, not knowing what to do, but I invited myself in. "Why are you so upset? I just want to talk to you." I face him to see if he's sitting on the couch. I walk over and sit beside him. "Things were going well between us. Sorry, I ruined it." I put my arm around him. "You didn't ruin it; we can be like normal. We'll just forget what happened and be normal," i said, him shaking his head. "No, I don't want to be normal. I want to be with you, but now that I know you don't like me, I can't just go back to being your friend." Furrowing my eyebrows, I said, "So you just won't talk to me now because you're assuming that I don't want to do what? Be your boyfriend. grow up honestly." I stand up and look down on him. "You're so immature! Just because you don't get your way doesn't mean you get to ruin like the only thing going for me right now! You are honestly one of my best friends, and knowing our friendship means so little to you, and you are ready to throw it all away because you kissed me. I'm allowed to be shocked if you would have just given me a minute. We could have spoken about it, and we could have gotten all of this out of the way right then and there, but instead, you're sitting here watching me shout at you and trying to salvage whatever is left of our friendship, and you're just taking it. It's so pathetic. Last night, you were confident. You came up, kissed me, and then walked away. Now you're wanting to act like it never happened, but oh wait, it did happen, and you just want to ignore me now. You'd rather just pretend I don't exist when I told you I would just forget about it. Seriously, Lando, what the fuck are you doing?" He stands up and looks me in the eyes. "Oscar, uh... I'm sorry. I assumed you didn't care that much." I pushed him back lightly. "Stop assuming shit for me! You don't get to do that!" He touched my arm, but I pulled back. "Oscar, I'm really sorry. To be honest, I didn't think we were becoming friends. I didn't know you liked me; I get it if you don't anymore." I couldn't resist the urge anymore, so I grabbed his face and connected our lips. He winced back but leant into it. Our lips glided past each other until my tongue slithered into his mouth. We intertwined our tongues, and my hands made my way down to his waist and his up to my arms. He pulled only inches away. His hot breath was still in my throat. "Oscar, does this mean?" I nodded. "I'm not in denial anymore; I've had a little bit of a crush on you for a long time." Lando laughed, "What!" I shouted embarrassedly, "That sounded so gay." He playfully hit me, "That's the whole point, Dickhead." I smiled down at him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed the corner of my mouth. I let out a high-pitched kind of whimper. It was kind of awkward, but I would like to think it seemed cute. He kissed my cheek and down to my jaw. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head. He sucked on my neck and slowly pushed me back. Being my unusually clumsy self- an attribute more suited to Lando- I tripped over my feet, and Lando put a hand on my back to stop me from falling. He lightly pushed me up against the wall, still making his way around my neck. Lando put his hand on the wall beside my head and closed the space between us. He pressed up against my already long-existing boner and grinded, sort of. He took his concentration away from my neck for a second to whisper in my ear, "You're really hard. Do you like this?" I push him back by the shoulders to look at him. "Don't even; this has been here for ages." We laughed. "Well, what're you going to do about it?" I worked my hands down to his waist and pulled his hips into me. "I was just going to let you grind into me until I came." We both smiled while looking into each other's eyes. "That takes quite a bit of time; you said you already had that for ages. Don't you want to get rid of it quick?" I shook my head. "I like more of a- what's the word? Slow burn?" Lando got that cheeky grin of his and pulled me over to the bed. "Sit," I did as I was told, and Lando pushed me onto my back. He unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. He climbed over top of me and said, "This is just like my dream." I was given a confused look, but he got on with it and started moving himself into me. I reached for his trousers and undid them. I pulled them down as much as I could, but he had to roll off of me to get them off fully. He got back on top, and I pulled his shirt off, and then mine. We leaned in for a kiss, but Lando was more focused on grinding into me. It was all really sloppy, but in a good way. Lando took a breath and sat back, pulling my boxers down. The cold air I was now fully exposed to almost had me shivering. Lando put his hands around my hard-on and moved up and down slowly, very slowly. I gripped my hands onto the sheets. Lando uses his other hand to trace my bulging veins up my arm and says, "You've got really nice arms." I grab his wrists and pull them closer to me. "I have nice arms? Look at yours; you're so big and tan." I feel up and down Lando's arm until his face goes bright red and he pulls away. His hand goes back to my neck, where he touches all the bruises he left on my skin. I flinch when he runs his fingers over one that particularly hurts. "Sorry, heat of the moment, I guess." I smile at him and chuckle. "Not trying to ruin the moment here, but I was getting pretty close before you stopped." Lando looked at me confused for a second until he looked down at what's in his hand and said, "Oh my god." He put his face in his hands and groaned, "Sorry!" He squealed out, "Don't be; I think the moments over now anyway. I'll get my boxers." I said it cheerfully. Honestly, I wouldn't mind just talk to him right now. Im getting a bit nervous, we're moving really quickly "No, it's fine. I just got caught up in the conversation, but it didn't affect how insanely good you still look." Lando's hands rested on my chest and sides, and I chuckled. I mean, he suggested it, "Well, if you want?" Lando started stroking me again, but this time he leaned down to continue leaving marks on my neck and rubbing himself into his hand and me. "Y'know, when I woke up this morning, I didn't think I would be this close to having sex with you." My half-lidded eyes bulge open. "Sex?" Lando nodded and went back to kissing around my face. I lightly pushed his jaw away from me. "Lando, I don't want to have sex with you right now." I sat up with Lando resting on my lap. "Yeah, alright." Lando shrugs it off and goes back to trying to kiss me. I block him. "No, I'm not having sex with you." He looks into my eyes, and it's almost as if I can feel the guilt rushing over him. "Oh, you're serious? I'm really sorry, Oscar. I'll get dressed, and I'll walk you back to your room." He goes to climb off me and reaches for his clothes. I grab his wrist and say, "No, Lando, I don't mean like that." He looks back at me and sits again. "I just don't want to have sex, I'm fine with this; just none of you in me, and vice versa." Lando smiled softly at me. "As long as you're good with it, then, can we continue?" I nodded and flopped back down on the bed. Lando crawled on top of me and pulled his boxers down. I grabbed for him, and he grabbed for me. We jerked each other off while I was showered in kisses. I was shouting Lando's name and moaning uncontrollably. Lando isn't as vocal; that's something I just learned. I felt a knot ball up in my stomach. "Lando, I'm close, ah, I'm cumming." Just as I spoke, a white, hot liquid covered me and Lando's abdomens. I grabbed Lando's hips and turned him over onto his back. I am on top now. Even though I'm tired out, I keep on pumping Lando. "Oscar, I'm cumming." I slide my hand up and down even faster now. Lando grabbed my face and pulled me into a lengthy kiss. He moaned in my mouth, and came between us. He broke apart and panted heavily. "I think that's the best orgasm I've ever had." I proudly placed a kiss by his eye. "I'm glad you thought so. I also had a rather great time." We both chuckled at each other. "Mate, I literally blacked out. You're good at that." I smile to myself. I just made Lando Norris cum so hard that he blacked out. "What can I say? I'm a natural." I flopped down beside him. It was a comfortable silence filled with me and Lando occasionally looking at each other and smirking. "Why do you not want to have sex? I know for a fact that even this time year ago when I was your age, I would have been dying to take it up from somebody as hot as you. And I was severely straight." I looked at the ceiling and thought about it for a second. "I guess I've always liked taking things slow. I mean, my whole career is based around how fast I can go, but I wanted it to be different outside of work. I hadn't even kissed somebody until like last year, and as you might have guessed, I'm a virgin." Lando rolled onto his stomach and pecked me on the lips. "Well, I hope your first is special." I kissed him back. "I hope my first is you." Lando pulled me in for a passionate kiss this time, and I leaned into it. I ran my hands up and down his waist, feeling his abs. "Hello?" There was a knock at the door. Me and Lando shot up in shock. We looked at each other. I grabbed my clothes and was ushered into the bathroom while Lando was throwing on clothes. I climbed in the shower and slipped my boxers back on before Lando opened the door. I stayed dead silent until I heard "is Oscar in here we can't find him" the moment I heard my name I let out a gasp. I don't think it was audible to them but it was definitely too loud "yeah he actually came in here earlier to talk but he left a while ago" I was shaking. Me and Lando can't get caught after that. Maybe after 7 or 8 more times but not after the first. "Well did you see what way he went?" I'm panicking. I get overwhelmed very easily and I'm not prepared for this "I dunno I think that way?" I let out a big deep breath "let me know if you find him" a door close was right on cue but I didn't hear one "actually could I use your toilet real quick? I'm bursting and I was going to go in Oscar's room but..." I start breathing heavily. Not that I wasn't already. I feel like I could pass out at any second. "Yeah sure!" My vision went blurry and my arms went numb when the bathroom door opened. I held my breath and closed my eyes. I slightly rocked back and forth being sure not to make any sound. The toilet lid opened and a stream was let out. When it was finally over I heard water splashing against the sink. The bathroom door opened and closed again. I let out the biggest sigh ever and wiped a tear from my face. I didn't realise I started crying and seeing the tears made we want to cry even more. The moment the door closed Lando rushed in "oh my god that was close! So much adrenaline!" Lando didn't seem bothered at all while I'm sat in a bathtub crying "hey what's wrong? Did he see you?" I shook my head "what happened?" I just cried even more, Lando put out a hand to help me out of the bath and I grabbed it. I stood in front of him with tears rolling down my face. "Sorry. You know I don't do as well as you in these nerve racking situations." Lando wiped my cheek and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled him in as tight as I could "while we're on the subject of overwhelming things, I just want to tell you that I am so happy I finally told you how I feel. I had been denying it for so long because I couldn't accept the fact I'm gay let alone gay for you. And I know this is a really weird thing to say after I just had a panic attack about somebody finding out but I'm glad that we were able to do umm- that and I'd be even happier if we could do it again." I finally stopped crying. "So we should go and tell everyone that we're having sex?" Never mind, I'm crying again "no! And we're not having sex!" I shot back at him. He giggled to himself "oh... you're joking" I rolled my eyes and looked back at him "what time is it?" I grab Lando's wrist knowing he'll have some fancy watch on. "Shit, we're supposed to be leaving in 20 minutes!" Lando looks at his watch "I stayed up packing last night, want me to come help you?" I nodded and we grabbed our stuff and left.
"Just grab stuff and throw it in, doesn't matter." We both did just that. By the time we got everything together and checked the room I tried to close the suitcase "fuck!" I couldn't get it closed. I pushed it down as hard as I could with one hand. I put all the pressure I could into it but it just wouldn't zip. "Lando come sit on this for me" "what?" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the suitcase.
"What?" Oscar pulled me by my arm and sat me on his suitcase. He put his arms either side of me and pushed down. "Urgh. This thing won't flipping close." His face got really close to mine and I could see the veins in his forehead. His face was all red and still a bit sweaty. I wiped his hair out of his face and he looked up at me with a smile for a split second. He zipped up the suitcase around me he passed it through my legs and pulled it out through the other side brushing my crotch in the process. I tried not to move or make any sounds. "Alright come on let's head down to the lobby" he stood up and put his hand out to help me up. I grab it and promptly pull myself up. I stand less than a foot away from Oscar and lean in to place a sharp kiss on his mouth. "Where did that come from?" I grab his waist and pull him into a proper kiss. "Let's go." Oscar squeezes my hand and lead me out of the room.