Just a f1 chat fic cus we definitely don't have enough of them (2024 season) *previously posted in ao3*

Lando Norris thought ending it would fix the problem. Instead, it made everything worse. What started as something reckless and physical between him and Oscar Piastri has become impossible to contain. Because the real danger was never sex. It was what came after - the wanting, the silence, the way neither of them can seem to pull away without making it hurt more. Now they're trapped in the same garages, the same media rooms, the same race weekends, forced to stand beside each other and pretend none of it means anything. Oscar is trying to protect what's left of himself by keeping his distance. Lando is trying to call it caution, even while he keeps proving it's anything but. But Formula 1 doesn't leave room for clean breaks, and the closer the title fight gets, the harder it becomes to separate rivalry from ruin. Because some lines are easy to cross. The impossible part is living with what comes after.

In Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths. Wins. Losses. Mistakes. The space between holding on and losing control. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri know exactly how thin that margin is. On track, they are teammates, rivals, and the two strongest weapons McLaren has in a title fight that demands everything from them. Off track, they are something far more dangerous: unfinished, unspoken, and already too deep in something neither of them knows how to survive cleanly. What begins as reckless chemistry becomes impossible to contain once it starts meaning more than either of them wants to admit. Because wanting is one thing. Letting it change you is another. And in a sport built on control, precision, and public image, there is no room for the kind of feelings that throw everything off balance. But distance doesn't fix it. Winning doesn't drown it out. And every race weekend forces them back into the same rooms, the same silences, the same impossible choice between protecting themselves and giving in. Because when everything is measured in tenths, it doesn't take much to ruin a life. Or fall in love.