Landoscar save me… save me landoscar
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Realising he must have probably been staring from across the room for a couple minutes at that stage while lost in his thoughts, Lando quickly looked back down at his phone, scrolling a few times through his Instagram feed without actually taking in a single one of the posts on his screen.
Oscar and Oliver were playing some drinking game with a few of their other friends from school in the living room, a good few shots each in, while Lando was sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar. He’d come down to make a sandwich before getting distracted by the face Oscar had made after taking another drink, the moisture on his lips, the way the muscles in his jaw tensed.
It almost physically hurt knowing that Oliver would have him dead if Lando ever tried to make a move on him.
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“What’s that?”
There are a limited number of answers to that question, because first, he can see it’s a rope, and second, there’s not much to do with ropes.
“Something I saw on the internet.”
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“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, but haven’t had the chance to yet?” Oscar reads off the next card.
“When I retire from F1, I want to try my hand at racing in some of the other series. A rally race would be pretty cool. That one’s gonna have to wait, Zak might have a heart attack if I try that now. What about you?”
Oscar’s still looking down at the ground when Lando turns towards him. He looks deep in thought, as if the answer to this question is something that even matters.
“I’ve always wanted to try giving someone a blowjob,” Oscar says, so quietly that Lando’s not sure if he’s just imagined that.
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Lando finds out that his teammate wants him and uses it to his advantage. Nothing can go wrong.
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Only when thick fingers closed around the space on Oscar’s neck, where Lando’s bite mark sat proudly on his mating gland, did Oscar realise what happening.
The Omega gasped, and felt his head fall forwards while his knee’s buckled.
Carlos’ free hand gripped Oscar’s jaw, and he tilted the Aussie’s head back up. “Listen to me, Omega. I don’t care what you saw. I heard you talk about me, saying i’m just a backmarker. Know your place little Omega.” The Alpha Snarled, hot breath hitting Oscar’s face.—
Omega Oscar tries to talk to Carlos about their contact at the Hungarian GP 2026.
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stars bloom on the warm summer night by starsinheavensaltinthesea
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
28 Jul 2026
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Lando just wants his roommate to get out of his shell, of course that leads to a very cuddly (and more) friendship.
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Plotless sweet little roommate fic