𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

utterly and royally fucked (literally)

of courseee i used this as an excuse to write smut AND have a bit drama as promised - to be continued in the next chapter

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This wasn't good.

This really wasn't good because Lando wasn't exactly known to make wise decisions when under the influence of alcohol. Certainly not when he was in the same space as his ex-friend because he cheated, oh and also the guy was his title rival.

Not that Lando had been in this exact situation before, but Oscar couldn't imagine that it would have a positive outcome.

He needed to get Lando out of that club, and fast. Not the first time things had happened in that way, but they had only been there about two hours at that point and Lando, on top of the world after their strategy was executed to perfection, would not want to leave at all.

But Oscar had some new strategies that he didn't previously have.

"Lan, come with me," he said, nudging the Brit gently. He needed to move fast, before the Brit and the Dutchman could even catch sight of each other. And right now, Max was catching up with some friends, unbeknownst to the fact that there was a fellow driver in that club who Oscar feared was... out for blood, in a sense.

"What do you mean... we just got here," Lando replied, and his voice wasn't slurred at all, nor did he look even the least bit intoxicated.

"We need to go," Oscar said lowly, making sure he was blocking Max tfromLando's line of view.

"But whyyy?"

"Lan, baby. Trust me?"

"Do I get rewarded for this?" Lando asked cheekily, making the puppy eyes that never quite seemed to work on Oscar. But this time, he would agree for a much more important reason.

"Sure Lan, whatever you want," Oscar murmured, taking Lando's hand because it was dark and no one would notice, before pulling him towards the door.

And just as he went to collect his car keys, he realized Lando had seen Max and was beelining towards the Dutch driver.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered underneath his breath, grabbing the car keys and trying to intercept Lando, who was currently navigating his way through a bunch of people. He managed to grab the Brit's wrist, spinning him around and pulling him close to his chest.

"Baby, where are you going?"

"I'm gonna kill him," Lando muttered.

"You're not gonna do anything, we're going back to the hotel."

"No we're not, I'm gonna-" Lando asserted, pulling away from Oscar, or at least, trying to.

"You're not going anywhere, baby," Oscar murmured into his ear, they were still under very low light so Oscar took the liberty of nibbling on Lando's ear slightly.

Lando stayed arrested in place, moaning softly, soft enough that only Oscar could hear.

"That's better," Oscar murmured.

"Just let me get one swing," Lando tried to argue.

"Not even," Oscar warned. This was worse than he thought it would be, he needed to get Lando out of there and fast. "Sweetheart, let's go back to the hotel, and I'll give you anything you want, please let's go."

Lando turned around and looked up at Oscar with those gorgeous eyes of his, wide at what Oscar was suggesting. "...anything?"

"Anything, Lan. There's so much I want to do to you, but tonight it's about what you want, hm?"