Logan Sargeant x Male OC x Lando Norris (Polyamorous)
Warning ⚠️: I'm new to Formula 1. Most information may be wrong. Also, Smut, Swearing, Google Translate, etc.
Kawayan Flores Bautista has been put in the center of the Formula 1 media. He has bee...
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~Kawayan's POV~
"Mmm~" I moaned when I felt the very warm body beside me. Being in Lando's arms makes me really horny for him this morning. My hips had a mind of their own, basically humping his leg to get some sort of friction on my lower region. "Lando~" My own voice, pathetically whined for the British lad to wake up and help me out. I started to feel up his body from under his shirt, tracing his abs. "M-Mate, w-what are you d-doing?" I heard a voice that is definitely not the McLaren driver that I was thinking of. My eyes shot open to see Ollie blushing above me.
"Shit, Ollie!" I yelled before I rolled until I fell off the bed with a loud thud when I made contact. It's a good thing I landed on my back and not on my front because I'm stiff as a brick. "I-It's fine," Ollie said as he's trying to pick me off the floor, but I ran into the bathroom with my hands covering my erection. This was not how I expected to wake up this morning. At least it wasn't from a nightmare trauma, which I think I prefer right now. "Kawayan, i-it's fine. Don't-" I had to cut him off before my head explodes. The sheer embarrassment I felt couldn't make me recover fast enough from this feeling. What the fuck?
I slammed my fist down on the counter. "Don't tell me not to worry, Ollie! How is this fine? It's not!" My heart was still racing from that event, even if several minutes later, my erection had subsided. No, I didn't take care of my problem while Ollie was waiting on the outside. "I get it, you miss Lando." I heard my best friend speak; his voice was a bit muffled, so I went closer to the door to get a better listen. "Or, you're just not used to not having him by your side. Either way, I'm not going to judge you for it." Ollie's my best friend for a reason. It doesn't matter what crazy gay shit I accidentally put upon him; he loves me very much. It actually has happened a few times before. This is the worse one, though. Fucking hell.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door to see Arthur smiling down at me. Arthur? "I hate you so much." Ollie is on the floor clutching his gut. I'm a little surprised that he could speak. They literally hurt each other at almost every hour, and that's the reason why Bianca has to keep them in check. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?" The Monégasque was too happy to wish it a good morning. He embraces me in a hug, my eyebrows furrowing with confusion. The digital clock on my nightstand says 7:21 in the morning. Arthur never wakes up before 10, ever. "I heard Ollie in pain; here's an ice pack." Bianca comes into my room, dropping it on the British lad.
"Come eat. I made bagels and lox, if you don't want that..." Bianca whips her head towards Arthur because he hates salmon; she glares at him playfully. I kneeled down to Ollie to place the ice pack properly on his stomach. "I made avocado toast." She pauses for a quick second. "Bitch." Bianca says then starts sprinting out of my room with Arthur immediately going after her. It's not my fault if someone gets hurt and can't race in China or Italy for the two guys that are in Formula 2. "Arthur is so dead later." Ollie managed to wheeze out as he wrapped his arms around the ice pack, laying on his side. I'm fully sat on the floor next to him, leaning against my hands, legs crossed. Arthur is the brother Ollie never had.
