𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

something's brewing and it isn't good

there's an announcement on my profile if you want a chapter of this book dedicated to you, i might take it down at some point but you can always message me on discord if you'd like one! the actual dedication thing is annoying as hell so i'm just gonna do it here in my ANs before chapters.

first one is for my girl @dogandcie28 <3

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Oscar was not afraid to play dirty sometimes, certainly not with Lando. The Brit had done some less than respectful things, so did Oscar regret using sex as a way to separate Lando from Verstappen?

Not even a little bit.

But that wouldn't work when they were at the paddock since of course, they didn't even want the team and much less the media to know that anything was going on between them. It wasn't like Oscar could just drag Lando into his driver's room at any moment and fuck him senseless.

He didn't miss the way Lando was looking at Max though, like he was quite literally out for blood. And maybe he was the only person who paid attention to Lando like that but he had a very bad feeling about the weekend. An incredibly bad feeling.

He had kind of... accepted the conclusion he had made about his true feelings for Lando. But he wasn't sure what exactly it was, and he was almost testing himself, in a sense. Was it love? Attraction? Either way he was fucked because it was towards his goddamn teammate, but he had known that since he had agreed to this arrangement and was actually surprised that this was the first time he was seeing a potential consequence.

Now the tough part was not letting it show, because there was a certain way that he knew he looked at Lando and the older man was just as bad, if not worse. Those goddamn doe eyes, they didn't work on Oscar but he would be lying if he said it wasn't a struggle to resist them sometimes.

The second to last race weekend of the season was upon them, and the gap between Lando and Max now was only about 15 points ahead of Lando.

It would be so damn close.

But the difference? Lando had a teammate actively working to help him. Max had a teammate that could barely make it into Q3 half the time. That was a massive advantage for McLaren, who had practically sealed the constructor's championship at this point.

"I still don't get why you're doing this for me," Lando mumbled into Oscar's chest after a brutal day with the team, the heat in the car so intense in both practice sessions to the point that the British driver felt like he was going to pass out after the second session.

Oscar had, of course, been the first to notice that he was struggling, immediately getting him water and offering him a hand, as he was shaky when he was walking. Was the team really just that careless, or was Oscar just that attentive?

Much hydration later, Lando had felt well enough to attend to his media duties, under the watchful periphery of his teammate who wouldn't put it past Lando in his current state to pass out on the spot.

"I'm doing this for you because he did something really fucked up just to win the championship, and I would never support that. And I have the advantage of being your teammate, so I can actually do something about it."

"But you don't... like me."

"Lando... God, you stubborn idiot."

"What?"

"Baby, do you really think I would have gone this far if I didn't like you?"

Okay. Lando would still kill him, but because of his stupidity.

Said Brit didn't even bother to reply, accepting the bottle of water Oscar handed him and drinking it all in one sitting, clearly dehydrated and absolutely spent.