COLLISION COURSE - Lando Norris [ff]

Twenty-One

cw: panic attacks

She almost tripped over the overspilling suitcase spread out on the floor in front of her bed. A surprised shout escaped her mouth.
"Lando!" Christina yelled out in frustration and picked one of his boxershorts up from the floor. She stomped into the living room and threw it right into his lap. He had sat down in front of her TV playing on her PS4 a couple of hours ago and had not really done anything else since.

He screamed back, "Chris!" His eyes widened in surprise.

"I told you to finally clean up the mess you've left in my bedroom!" She admonished him and grabbed the controller out of his hands.
Before he could complain, he swallowed. She did not look like she was joking around.

He sighed, "I did clean it up yesterday. You just completely ruined it this morning when you rummaged through my luggage in order to find a hoodie for yourself."
He eyed her up and down and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. "And you look fantastic in it."

Christina rolled her eyes but swung her leg over his lap and settled down on top of it. "You're way too good at that."

"At what?" Lando smirked and grabbed her by the hips, pressing her crotch against his. The warmth he radiated spread through her.

She punched his shoulder playfully. "At calming me down."
Her lips lowered onto his neck where she left gentle kisses and trailed her way up to his ear, gently nestling her tongue against him every now and then. "And at distracting me."

His grip on her hips got tighter when she pressed all his buttons to get what she wanted.

"You're distracting me," he whispered. "I literally just died twice."

Her gaze followed his to the TV.
She chuckled, "Yeah? Want me to make you die a couple more times?"

"My K/D is so fucking low. I can't," he declined. He had always been the one of the two to be more ambitious and competitive outside of the car.

When they still used to hang out after races when they were children and would play tag or hide and seek, he would not give up on catching or finding everyone. Even if they had to play for hours, Lando would be the last one to call it quits. She found it remarkable back then, later on track his ambition had become a thorn in her side.

"Really?" She wondered and tilted her head to the side. Her hands slid down towards his crotch. It was so easy for her to get his body to react, and she enjoyed using it to her advantage. Whenever she would get the opportunity to keep him waiting for her to actually go through with her games, she would take it.

"Are you sure you want to keep playing CoD?" Christina teased him and slowly massaged his length through his sweatpants. They had gotten so comfortable around each other that they both wore their 'stay-at-home'-clothes every time they met at one of their places.

Lando gasped, and his eyelids fluttered shut. "Hm, yeah. Pretty sure."

She tightened her grip and ground her body against his. Warmth shot down into her center. Her lips lowered down onto his ear again, her voice not more than a mere rasp, "How sure?"

Her hand fumbled away the fabric of his sweatpants and slid into his boxershorts. She cautiously dragged her thumb over his tip.

"Really sure," he croaked and let his head fall onto the back rest.

Christina widened her eyes but shrugged her shoulders instead. She let go of him and kissed his cheek before getting up from his lap.
A playful sigh escaped her lips, "Well, if that's the case-"
She pulled her shirt straight and pushed her hair behind her ears. "Don't mind me."