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Lando’s morning is not the same like Oscar’s. His mind decided it’s time to wake up around 5:45, which is too early for their afternoon flight.
He searched up the room that filled with dim lighting. Looking around as if trying to figure out where he was. As he tried to get up he just realised, he’s not alone.
A heavy arm draped over his body, a slightly open mouth headed person was on his left shoulder. Oscar’s still here, he thoughts.
He looked.. rather peaceful than before.
Lando gets out from the position he’s in while leaving Oscar to sleep alone. He got dressed up and place Oscar’s clothes closer to the bed. He went straight to the bathroom to wet a cloth, trying to remove stains from Oscar’s body.
He then left the cloth on the nightstand. Not writing or anything to Oscar, he even wears his normal jogging gear, ready to have his early jog.
Lando started out his morning by leaving the room to jog, which isn’t a bad idea since he used pretty much a lot of energy last night. His jog last only 20 minutes, around 4 kilometres.
He got back to his hotel room around 6:30 after cooling down at the nearest park, he got upstairs and still sees Oscar sleeping soundly with his arm spread out like he’s reaching to feel Lando’s warmth.
He took a short shower, and immediately leaves again to have breakfast at the hotel lounge room with bunch of engineers and staffs. He was shocked to see a lot of them actually wakes up early and most of the reason is not to missed a free breakfast and honestly relatable.
Around 7:10, after breakfast and after a quick brief with the team at the table. He got up to pack up his suit case, well he could say that not having Oscar around like this and knowing Oscar is still sleeping soundly in his room, makes him a little eased up.
He’s wrong.
Oscar’s gone.
Well? Where could he be at?
Lando shrugged it off. Maybe Oscar went back to his room and is getting ready for the day too. So he didn’t think about it much.
The sun rays shines through Oscar’s face. Blinding his eyes as he tried to open them up. He slides his hands across the mattress, trying to make sure the person he slept with still in the bed with him, nothing.
Confused, he rise from his sleeping position as he tried to piece all the words together. Where’s Lando?
He looked around, his clothes are placed on very neatly, but there’s no notes or at least sign for him.
He sat on the side of the bed, trying to figure everything out that’s happening, we didn’t even kiss, he touched his lips as the pain in his ass are growing harder because he’s sitting.
Without him even realising, a single tear dropped on his face, wetting the bloated cheeks.
He got up, dressed up, took all his belongings and leaves, not caring if he missed a single thing, hoping that Lando would give it back to him. Not even looking back at the mess they made last night.
Their flights are different, it’ll took another week to see each other again, which Oscar hoped would come sooner so that Lando would realised things but, he can only hope.
Days passed, almost race week again, and God Oscar’s never ready to face Lando again after what had happened that night.
No calls from Lando, that’s fine, but no texts from Lando is ridiculous, why does only him feels it, is Lando that blind? Does Lando thinks he’s just playing around?
For fuck’s sake Oscar, get a grip.
It’s media day, and all Oscar could think is why does only him had to feel it, why does his stomach twitch everytime but Lando looked completely fine on the outside?
Oscar went all quiet during media day, he only responded to question that he things really needed to be answered, if he could’ve skipped media things that McLaren assigned him to do, he would.
He wouldn’t want to be in a room with the person that’s been keeping him up for a whole week straight?
“Quick question for Oscar, how confident do you feel about this weekend?” A reporter blindly asked him out of nowhere.
“Well, I’m just praying that the car started normally and maybe Q2 on or higher, but definitely aiming for a podium here.” A soft smile left his lips. He tried to looked convincing as possible.
Oscar talks less with Lando, even with the team too. He only responded when he got asked an important question. Not caring what people are saying to him about his attitude.
On qualifying his head went blank. He raced it using muscle memory, he wasn’t even paying attention to the track neither what’s his engineer are saying, he only thinks about the night he spends with Lando.
Very unprofessional, he shouldn’t do that, he should be racing against him, not thinking about what Lando didn’t do to him.
Oscar finished the qualifying at P3, behind Max Verstappen and George Russell, he parked his car, went out and greeted his team and fans, waving and wearing a fake smile across his face, acting like he’s all fine.
“Good job, Oscar!” Andrea hugged him. Typical Italians, just bunch of touchy people, at least Oscar felt like he mattered for a while.
“Thank you, I tried my best,” A soft smile left his lips, “You’ve done so best Oscar, go on, cool down for a little bit and you have media things to do, yeah?” Andrea patted his back, he knew Andrea was going to greet Lando next, so he waved at the fans quickly and leaves into the garage.
The walk to his driver room is getting longer than he expected. He’s so tired of today that he thinks he didn’t even deserved to get P3 in qualifying.
Race suit are half off, the Pirelli cap was out of sight, his water bottle get abandoned around his bags, he lay flat on the floor, didn’t have the energy to climb up to the couch.
Staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing, his mind went blank, he didn’t even know what to think about, should he keep thinking about him and Lando? Or should he thinks about the race tomorrow or how he’s going to fake an expression and answers for later interviews and media’s?
God, he’s stuck.
Interview went smooth, at least for now, He’s side by side with Max Verstappen, answering questions the journalist had prepared for him.
“So Oscar, how does this year battle keeps up with you?” The journalist asked, “Uhm, well I think this year is a bit not what I’m targeting and yeah, I mean the car’s keep having technical difficulties and no, I’m not satisfied with the battle this year, I can’t fight like last year again this year so I’m just hoping for the best tomorrow,” He nodded once.
“Well, thank you Oscar for your time.”
“No, thank you.” He smiled.
Coincidentally, Max finished the interview with him at the same time, Max went to him and greeted him, saying how hard the car on themselves and Oscar agreeing to it.
George’s probably out there, doing, whoever knows? Maybe interviews too, or he could be celebrating with his team.
Oscar made some funny joke, that lead to Max getting all touchy and playfully hitting his arms as he tried to balance himself from laughing, well Oscar founds Max’s laugh funnier than the joke he just made.
They both agreed to parted way, both wishing each other good luck for tomorrow’s race, they shared a smile and leaves.
Finally, some time alone to himself before race. Oscar could only thinks about his hotel bed, as soon as he arrived, he would go and jump straight to the bed and sleep.
The drive to the hotel was quiet, Oscar thanked the driver and leaves, he went up to his room and threw himself on his bed, he’s dying to do this since the qualifying session ended.
He drifted into the dreamland for about 3 hours, plenty of extra time for him to shower, eat, have a short work out and went to sleep again.
He forced himself to get up from the bed as soon as he feels his body getting all sticky even with the air conditioner on.
Well at least the warm water is the one thing that he can enjoy for today. The weekend was pretty exhausting for him, overstimulated by the tiredness he didn’t know how to handle.
He doesn’t know how to let himself to stop thinking about it. Lando probably didn’t think it’s a big deal. He’s just making a fuss over something he and Lando know wasn’t necessary at all.
The shower turned into a 30 minutes of therapy session. At least his muscles and mind are calmer than before. As soon as he got out of the shower, he ordered food from the hotel. Didn’t have the energy to reached for his phone, neither searching for it.
The food came the second he finished organising and put on his clothes. His dinner was simple, a carbonara pasta and a margarita pizza. No drinks needed, he didn’t think of taking another extra calories into his mouth.
He finished the food quickly, he hadn’t ate in several hours, and not to mention the therapy session he had in the bathroom all by himself. He sat the plates aside. Turning on the TV to watch the news.
Well not exactly watching it, more like watching the TV but his mind wanders around, still thinking of what ifs and whys.
The blind of the big hotel window is still open. Revealing the busy city outside. He looked outside, his face were blank, like he have no thoughts.
His bubble popped when he heard a knock on his door. He stares at the door as the second knock came. Lando?
He didn’t hesitate to walk over and open the door, without even checking the peep hole. The door swung open at his face, revealing the person behind the door.
“I thought you already went to sleep.” Lando pushed the door open slightly. Inviting himself without waiting for Oscar.
“Just finished eating my dinner. Still full from it. Thought I’d watch some news before sleeping.” He closed the door behind him. Walking over the mini refrigerator as he reached for the mineral water bottle to drink.
Acting like he’s busy while inside his mind are fussing over the what ifs and whys.
Lando looked over at him and the clock.
“Dinner at 11? Are you trying to bloated yourself?” He chuckled. Crossing his leg over, watching Oscar precisely.
“I fell asleep. Wake up when it’s already black outside.” He answered simply. Trying to make a hint of he’s a bit furious at Lando, about what? He doesn’t even know to be exact.
They both stared at each other. Both thinking what the other wants from the other. What are we? Is that question even allowed to exist?
Lando swallowed his saliva. Clicking his tongue while his eyes wandered around Oscar’s lips and neck. Still holding from attacking the younger guy.
Oscar noticed. Of course he will noticed. He leaned back at the couch. Still not breaking the eye contact with Lando. The staring contest went on for almost 2 minutes, when it’s finally Oscar decided it’s time to stop.
He stood up. Walked over to the place Lando sits in. The tension increased. Heats started to build up. The air conditioner is at its maximum temperature, cold enough to make them shiver.
He hovers over Lando. Lando leaned back, holding out an arm to guide Oscar down. Slowly he pushed Oscar to be on his knees. Lando’s eyes followed Oscar movement.
Oscar’s hands immediately on Lando’s hips. Like he knows where they belong. Like he already knows what Lando wants.
Oscar breaks the eye contact. Pushing a finger in Lando’s shorts. While his other hand slowly roamed around Lando’s shirt.
Lando is still watching him. Savouring every moments Oscar move. The tension thickens. Oscar’s hands both are inside of Lando’s shorts. He looked up at Lando, waiting for permission to pull it down.
Lando just licked his lips when Oscar looked up at him. Oscar’s hands still roamed inside. Cupping the older guy’s erection. Pre-cum leaked, wetting a spot of his boxer.
Oscar slowly pulled down Lando’s short. Revealing the big member he’s keep thinking about. The night felt slow to them. It’s like them finally admitting.
No, this is just a one time thing. Words are hard to describe, Words are futile devices.
Lando watched everything. He’s served, the pleasure came in slowly. He keeps his hands on himself. Letting the younger guy do all the work.
Oscar eagerly pulled down Lando’s boxer. His dick springs out. Showing how hard he has been for the past minutes.
Oscar looked up at Lando. Who shows no reaction when Oscar gets close to his dick. He didn’t break the eye contact. Slowly moving his head closer to Lando’s dick. Licking the tip and the base.
Finally. Lando showed a reaction. He looked down at his hard dick and Oscar’s eyes. Doe eyes, soon to be red, puffy eyes. His hand move closer to Oscar, resting it on Oscar’s shoulder.
Oscar slowly put the tip in his mouth, without using his tongue. Lando mumbles a moan.
That makes Oscar softly smirked. Lando’s hand move slowly across Oscar’s shoulder to his neck. Holding Oscar there like his life depends on it.
Oscar put all Lando’s length into him. Bopping his mouth slowly along it. His tongue grazed the base. Lando didn’t seem to be the one who’s in charge today.
He let Oscar do whatever he wants with him. That’s new. Oscar started to bop his mouth harder. Making the older guy whimpers harder. Hoarse voice. Making faces of pleasure or in pain. Oscar couldn’t guess.
Tears streaming down his face. Oscar looked up at Lando. Looking at the Brit man who’s definitely enjoying this. Lando held Oscar’s cheek. Wiping the tears out of his face. Cupping the younger guy’s cheeks.
His hand move. Tangling his fingers in Oscar’s messy hair.
Oscar bop his mouth even harder. It’s like Lando himself slammed into Oscar. He slammed hard everytime until he felt his hair being pulled by Lando.
He bopped twice. Slowly pulling out the big cock out of his mouth. Leaving only the tip remaining on his lip. He looked up at Lando.
Confused. Oscar held the dick in his hand, throbbing it slowly in his hand, when finally Lando realised. He cums slowly in Oscar’s mouth, where his tips were leaving hanging on Oscar’s tongue.
Oscar looked up at Lando while Lando held his hair. Pulling Oscar even closer as he finished inside his mouth. Lando throw his head back. He held his own cock and purposely cums on Oscar face.
He gripped the younger guy’s shoulder. Pulling him onto his lap. “Lando- I’m heavy.” He stuttered. His face still covered in Lando’s cum.
“Stay still.” Lando’s dick stays between their stomach. Lando pulled Oscar’s face toward him. Licking his face from forehead to his jawline. Licking the lips longer than he should’ve. Licking all his cum on Oscar’s face.
Finally. A reason to kiss Oscar. Oscar watched everything. His heart beats so fast, it’s like it’s about to explode. They both remained eye contact as Lando licked all over Oscar’s face.
Holy.. how can Lando be so hot doing nasty things like this?
He licked Oscar’s lips again. Pushing his tongue in. That’s when he saw Oscar finally give in from the eye contact contest they’re having just now.
His tongue roamed through possessively. His hands cupped Oscar’s buttcheeks. Digging his fingers in like that’s the place he should be holding. Oscar’s hands moved thoroughly along Lando’s upper body.
The kiss was passionate. Slow, heated, enough to make both of them realise things they’ve been missing. Enough to make both of them realise who’s in control of their relationship, or whatever situation they’re in right now.
They both pulled back when Oscar pushed Lando’s chest slightly. Signalling he’s almost out of breath. They locked eyes again. This time the tension between them soften.
It’s like something between them had settled after the kiss.
It’s like something had told both of them about what they’ve been missing.
Oscar broke the silence. He got down on Lando’s lap. Walking toward the bathroom. Rinsing his face with water. Lando watched his movement in. Can’t help but to put on his smug face.
He stopped once he heard Oscar’s switched off the lights.
Oscar walked toward the bed. “Sleeping here tonight?” He asked Lando. Clearly putting his poker face on, not making it’s obvious that he’s still very red inside and outside.
Lando looked up at him again. “‘m not done yet.” He pushed Oscar on the bed. He walked in the bathroom to get an extra towel that Oscar didn’t use. He laid it down on the mattress.
“Move there.” He pointed at the towel he just laid. Oscar looked at rolled his eyes. But he does what as he was told to.
Lando stripped off all his clothes. He crawls to Oscar slowly. Well the bed is big enough to fit 4 adult men on it, so obviously he had to crawl.
He hovers Oscar’s body with his body. Leaning in slowly to kiss Oscar. Deepening the kiss, his hands roamed possessively along Oscar’s torso.
Grazing his body under the clothes, they broke the kiss after Lando’s already overstimulated with Oscar’s clothes.
Oscar chuckled. He undressed himself, leaving himself naked. Lando leaves a trail of kisses along his torso, moving down on his lower body.
Pressing kisses around the hips bone. Tracing small, slow lines on Oscar’s thighs and waist.
He wrapped his lips around Oscar’s erection. His hand gets a hold of Oscar’s peck. Pinching the nipple as he slowly bopping his head down on Oscar’s dick. Taking the younger guy in.
Leaving the Australian to whimpers softly. He grabbed a handful of Lando’s hair. Didn’t pushed the older guy deeper. Just hold onto it, as if he’s afraid the other guy will disappear if he didn’t get a hold on him.
Lando bops on harder. Making Oscar arched his back in pleasure. Quickly pulling Lando’s hair up to let him cum on himself instead.
Lando patted him twice to make him cum in the mouth. He swallowed it all. Wiping his lips as he held Oscar’s thighs.
Lando sat on his heels. Positioning himself on Oscar’s lower body. He spread the younger guy’s cheeks. Slowly licking the rim.
Oscar let out a soft moan. His eyes rolled back. His back arched against the mattress. His hand gripped harder on Lando’s hair.
Lando pushed his tongue in, watching the younger guy whimpers as he smiles into Oscar’s hole.
“Mhm.. Lando..” Oscar had to bit his own arm to mumble the moans. His arm leaves his mouth as soon as Lando deepens the tongue into him.
“Fuck..!” His back arched harder. “I’m gonna cum again!” Lando stopped immediately. He got up and lined himself up on Oscar’s hole.
Slowly pushing himself in. He groaned at how tight Oscar is. “Fuck, Osc, you’re so fucking tight every time.” Lando tried to thrust.
He thrusts slowly. Trying to loosened Oscar up. His thrusts slowly became faster. The skin on skin made a big sound of slaps. “Hngh.. Lando!” Oscar’s eyes rolled back. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His toes curled in as the pleasure started to get him.
“Don’t cum without me, baby.” Lando thrusts harder, hitting Oscar’s inside wall violently than before. He slowed his movement once he felt like coming too.
“Lando.. fuck!” Oscar scratched Lando’s back so many times that Lando didn’t even know he was groaning because of the pleasure of fucking Oscar or the pain from Oscar’s scratching him like a fucking cat.
He thrusts in Oscar for the last time before finishing inside of Oscar. Oscar came as soon as he was filled with Lando. Lando collapsed onto Oscar’s chest.
He didn’t pull out his dick out yet. Still letting Oscar savouring it every moment. The breathing became rapidly more fast.
Lando buried his face into Oscar’s neck. Breathing in the chocolate flavoured scent Oscar had every time. Planting soft kisses along the collarbone and shoulder. He looked up at Oscar and find the younger guy already closes his eyes.
He traced slow, soft, sloppy kisses along the younger guy’s face. Until he reached the lips, that’s went he gets a reaction from the Australian.
“That’s sweet.” He let out a soft mumble. Long sighs leaves the younger guy’s lips.
“Will you get me cleaned up?” Oscar asked. “‘Course I will,” He smiled softly against Oscar’s lips. “I just want to stay still for a while and then I’ll clean you up.” Oscar nods slowly. His hands roamed over Lando’s back.
They sat in silence for a while. Until the rhythm of their heart beat slowed down. Lando pushed his body off Oscar, the sticky liquid that was on their body lingers on his abdomen.
He got off Oscar. Going straight to the bathroom, cleaned up himself and brought out a damp towel to wipe off the excessive sweat and cum on Oscar’s torso.
He even wiped off on Oscar’s hole. And even wiping his dick. He went back to the bathroom, came out to wipe Oscar’s body again. This time his upper body, wiping his body and face with the towel.
They’re sweating enough in a cold room.
Lando sneak up on the bed again, pulling the blanket over Oscar’s and his body. He turned around to face Oscar, burying his face into Oscar’s nape, wrapping his arm around Oscar’s waist.
He left a kiss on Oscar’s jawline and lips.
“Goodnight Lando.”
They shared a slow, passionate kiss. What crazy people who would have sex when they have a race tomorrow?
“Sweet dreams, baby.” He planted a soft kiss on Oscar’s nape.