𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

i hate you, i promise. i swear!!

this is also mostly just smut but i only promise 2 consecutive chapters of peace

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"Baby, I said no."

The words struck Lando like a knife, the torturous grind on Oscar's thigh coming to an abrupt halt.

"Oscar, no, please," Lando whined, "I can't take it, please."

"Ah, but I think you can," Oscar smiled gently, pressing a kiss to Lando's swollen lips, almost too tender in his movement. "I think, Lan, that now you'll be so well behaved the rest of the day, since you know what's at stake if you aren't." He thumbed over Lando's cheek gently, wiping away the lone tear that fell out of what was clearly sheer desperation.

"Such an asshole to me and yet you melt into my arms the second I touch you," Oscar murmured. "Such a mouth on you but the second I feed you my cock it's like you've forgotten altogether why you hate me, hm?"

Lando only whined in response once more, desperately trying to get his breathing under control, his head rested on Oscar's shoulder as he panted into the Aussie's neck. And the cloudiness in his eyes hadn't faded, he was still so gone and whether he wanted or not, he belonged to Oscar in that moment.

"Color, sweetheart?" Oscar whispered, his arms moving to wrap around Lando. Despite his ability to control it outwardly being significantly more than his teammate, Oscar was equally as gone, just as strung out. He held Lando closer to him, still perched on his thigh, stroking his back as the Brit shivered slightly from the cold.

"Green," Lando mumbled, his breath slowly evening out. He pressed closer into Oscar, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he had been stripped of an orgasm he so desperately craved, but Oscar wouldn't deny him forever. Oscar, who hated him but yet who had been so tender with him when he needed to be, who was holding him and hugging him as he slowly regained his ability to function coherently.

Oscar, who was looking at him like he was the only thing that existed in that moment.

Just because of... this, Lando reminded himself. This wasn't lust or want or hell, love. This was sexual need, and Lando just so happened to be the person who had provoked Oscar the most.

Lando slowly collected himself and both of them redressed in silence. There was nothing to say, the unspoken promise of a potential later lingering heavy in the air. Checking his phone, Lando's eyes went wide as he ran out of the room, almost running late for a meeting with his engineers.

Oscar sat on the couch of his teammate's room in stunned silence, only starting to realize the mountain of shit they had thrown themselves into headfirst.

He was still fucking pissed at Lando though. The guy had done some truly shitty things, regardless of the fact that he had given Oscar the best blowjob of his life. But Oscar's standards were high enough that sexual favors couldn't repay other wrongdoings. He wouldn't stoop that low, and most certainly not for Lando.

With that said, however, he couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw Lando shifting in his seat nonstop throughout the entire final meeting of the day. He was restless, checking his watch quite literally every minute and a half in hopes that perhaps showing the watch such attention would make it move faster.

And finally, when the debrief finally ended, the look Lando threw Oscar's way was pleading, Oscar couldn't even imagine how pent up the Brit was. He went straight to his own room, awaiting the knock that surely was to come. And precisely four minutes later, not that Oscar had bet to himself it would be less than 8, there was a knock that was very distinctly Lando Norris'.

He opened the door smirking at the Brit, silently stepping aside so Lando could walk in. He shut and locked the door, and looked at Lando, casually leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest.