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It was sometime long after their fan zone appearance, longer after practice too, that Oscar finally found Lando. Well, ‘found’ was a strong word; he hadn’t gone looking, or at least he liked to tell himself that. Lando’s return to him was on his own accord, though it was certainly not anywhere close to how Oscar had wanted their reunion to go.
He’d holed himself up in his hotel room directly after the events of the day had finished and he was finally allowed to retreat to his own personal space. At first he’d tried to sit on the balcony of his hotel room and get some fresh air, but he’d decided that he far preferred the air conditioned comfort of his bed. A little scrolling on his phone and relaxing never hurt, right? Wrong. Twitter certainly didn’t make his day feel any less weird than it had in the moment. And to say he wasn’t a bit… irked would be a lie.
Earlier that day, the whole fan zone experience had been sort of weird for Oscar. Nothing crazy, but it was the little things. Little things that were sort of starting to add up in the past few weeks, and those little things all had to do with Franco Colapinto. Now, Oscar liked to think he was a kind person. He didn’t exactly hold too many grudges, and he always made his best effort to interact positively with everyone around him, whether they be friend or foe. Of course he’d done the same he usually did with the appearance of Franco, and to the credit of the Argentinian, he’d reciprocated the positivity. But that wasn’t really Oscar’s concern.
Maybe the fact they’d been wearing skull masks on the Mexican Grand Prix’s stage had been a good thing for Oscar, as it allowed him to give quite the side-eye to whatever was going on between Lando and Franco. Lots of laughter, shared conversation, and the appearance as if Oscar - and Alex - were barely even present on the stage. It made Oscar feel a little weird, honestly. Lando and him were usually so close on the fan stage, sharing meaningful glances and smiles, but at that point, he’d sort of given up on drawing Lando back to him.
“I need a nickname in Spanish,” Lando had said to Franco after their presentation was over and they were heading back behind stage. Oscar, who had fell in line next to Alex behind his teammate and the Argentine, listened closely with a frown.
Franco laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “Oooh, yes, yes you do. It’ll make the fans here like you more if you have a fun nickname.” He paused for a moment, and Oscar felt his stomach doing twists. “Let’s do… Landito. It’s like, little Lando. I think that with the, eh, whole ‘little Lando’ thing, that the fans will like that.”
“Aw, so you’re educated on my meme history!” Lando laughed, and Franco nodded enthusiastically.
“Hard not to be. I’ve kept up with all that stuff, even when I was a bit younger,” he explained. Great, so he was some sort of Lando connoisseur, Oscar thought to himself, not able to hold back a slight shake of his head. Alex didn’t seem to notice, and Lando and Franco were too busy conversing to really care about the sulking McLaren driver behind them.
“Landito… I like that!” Lando said cheerily, wrapping his arm around Franco’s shoulder endearingly. Oscar hung his head a bit as he thought about people calling Lando that. He should’ve come up with something to call him to the public, and yet there he was, instead listening to Alex yap about something or another while his teammate pulled further ahead with Franco in tow.
Lando had sort of disappeared after that for the rest of the day. Oscar knew he was with Franco, although where they’d gone was more of an enigma to him. Unfortunately, Lando’s absence gave him time to think, which he really didn’t need to do. Through media duties, through practice, through everything, all he did was think about all the things that he didn’t want to be thinking about. Why was Lando virtually ignoring him? Had he done something wrong? Was Franco just a placeholder? Or was there something more to it? Oscar suspected the last option.
And maybe he thought too, rather unwillingly, of what could happen between those two. The image of their bodies against each other made Oscar not only blush in upset discomfort, but also in anger. He told himself again and again that it was just his brain playing tricks on him.
His very, very jealous brain.
Oscar Piastri, jealous of his teammate spending quality time with another man? That hadn’t been in his personal bingo for the year. Yet as he lounged in bed and scrolled down his Twitter feed to see hundreds of people laughing about Lando and Franco breaking up the McLaren teammates, the corner of his mouth twitched a bit until he set his phone down. Just as he did place it down, it buzzed, and so he grabbed it back up momentarily.
Lando Norris
aw shit totally missed ur text from earlier sorry xx
Yes, Oscar had texted him asking where he was off to for the evening in case they’d wanted to meet up after a day of Lando’s disappearance, though obviously, that had been ignored. He’d honestly forgotten he’d sent a text in the first place after the lack of reply. Just awesome.
sorry that i’ve been gone for a bit hope you’ve kept urself entertained
got dinner, have some leftovers if u want?
gonna come to ur room i guess
Rolling his eyes, Oscar set his phone back down. Great to see that Lando was checking in on him after a whole day of absence. Probably off with Franco, right? Most definitely; that wasn’t even really a question, more so a statement. He felt that same jealousy starting to bubble back up in his throat as he laid there, waiting for when he’d hear the extra hotel key card he’d given Lando click in the door reader.
Did he feel a little guilty having such a sour taste in his mouth over a guy who’d had barely a few races on the grid and evidently looked up to Lando? Sure, but that didn’t really matter too much when it came to the bigger picture, which was that everything that had happened from the start of the day to the current moment had been much, much more sour.
Not even a few minutes later, the sound of the keycard in the door perked up Oscar from where he’d been sitting silently on the bed. He’d riled himself up even more in the past few minutes of waiting since Lando had sent his texts, so there was that to deal with too. There was no doubt he’d stay level-headed in the sense of not yelling or saying anything extremely rash to Lando, but boy did his teammate know when Oscar wasn’t in a good mood. They knew each other far too well for the slight change in the Aussie’s demeanor to not seem incredibly obvious.
Maybe Lando felt that before he even walked in the room, because when Oscar got a glimpse of him as he shut the door behind himself, he already looked a little bit hesitant.
“Hey hey. What’re you up to?” Lando asked, kicking off his shoes and regaining his confidence enough to jump on the bed next to Oscar, kneeling next to him and giving him a curious look. Oscar stared over at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shrugging. The feelings that had been brewing in the pit of his stomach were starting to bubble up his throat, a frown twitching at his lips.
“Just waiting for you to tell me where you’ve been all of today,” he responded, his tone level. Lando raised an eyebrow, keeping his legs tucked underneath himself and leaning onto the support of his palm placed on the sheets. From the looks of his expression, he was a bit confused about whatever Oscar was pulling.
“I said sorry about the text, mate. Just got caught up in the day. Busy, y’know.”
Oscar took a deep breath, letting it out through his nose to make sure that his frustration was palpable. Busy, sure. Busy with what? “So, what did you do tonight?” Lando looked to perk up a little at the perception that Oscar was ‘forgiving’ him for whatever he’d done, though he probably had no clue still what his teammate was even upset about in the first place.
“Oh, I got dinner with Franco. It was fun, just went to a little local spot. Was good since he can speak Spanish with the staff. And ummm… nothing really else. Just dropped him off at his hotel room. He’s directly downstairs from here, coincidentally. Told him I’d yell hello from the balcony,” Lando laughed, shrugging his shoulders and watching as Oscar’s mouth curled from neutral to a frown. Maybe that clued him in that that was not what the Aussie had wanted to hear. “What? Stop looking so pissed off.”
Now that was really not what Oscar needed to hear. He leaned his head further back until he was pressing it into the wall behind the bed, just looking at the ceiling for a moment. It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t, but he just couldn’t quite kick the feeling of pure jealousy that was starting to make his stomach turn. It made him look at Lando and just… fuck . He gnawed on his bottom lip before finally glancing over to where his teammate was staring at him with narrowed eyes, still a bit thrown off by everything.
“What’s with you and Franco lately?” Oscar almost snapped, though he held his tongue, keeping himself as even as he could. “Shit, I felt like a ghost on stage today. You and him just… doing your own thing. Didn’t feel very welcomed, I’ll say.” He gripped the sheets slightly as Lando leaned off his arm, scooting himself a bit closer to Oscar to maybe get a better read on what was getting his teammate so upset.
“The crowd liked it, and that’s what matters. It’s something new. People eat that shit up,” Lando replied, and Oscar felt himself flush a little bit.
“What do you mean, ‘something new’?”
“I don’t know… like…” Lando paused for a moment, blushing a little bit as he noticed how intense Oscar’s gaze was. Maybe he himself had become a bit embarrassed. Or something else; Oscar wasn’t in the mood to decipher. “Like, he’s a new guy, and people want to see him interact with us… like, the established drivers. So why not me? He’s nice, fun to hang out with, whatever,” he rambled on.
Oscar swallowed hard on the bile rising in his throat, trying as hard as he could to act somewhat normal about something that was honestly not worth being so worked up about. Lando was allowed to spend time with people who weren’t him, that was a given, but something about this specifically was just turning Oscar inside-out with apprehension. That something was starting to make him shuffle uncomfortably, and every moment that he looked at Lando staring over at him innocently was more fuel to the fire that was starting to make his shorts feel a little bit tighter than they had a few minutes ago.
Fuck, was being jealous turning him on? He unfortunately couldn’t help but blush. What a weird, weird feeling. Oscar wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with that. “Whatever, it’s fine. Where’s the leftovers you said you had?” His desperate attempt to drag himself away from his thoughts was a failure, as when he looked over to Lando, his teammate’s expression had turned smug, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he smirked.
“Oooooosc.”
“What?”
“Are you jealous?”
Jesus fucking Christ. “No?” His uncertain tone did little to convince Lando.
“Oh, you so are. Over me going out to get dinner with fucking Franco Colapinto? You are sure something,” he mocked, leaning in closer to Oscar, who maintained eye contact as a desperate attempt to fortify his own confidence, though the blush on his face and the now obvious tent in his shorts were both fuel to Lando’s fire. “What, do you think he’s a threat?”
No, Oscar didn’t think Franco was a threat. He’d known that from the beginning, but sometimes the mind and the body did a bit of disagreeing. He found that was the case at the moment as Lando moved into Oscar’s personal space, placing his hands on the bed and grinning as he leaned forward.
Lando kept on smiling, watching for any further break in Oscar’s composure. Such a bastard , the Aussie thought. “C’mon, tell me. Do you think so?”
“No, of course I don’t,” Oscar grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Lando’s insistence.
“Then why are you so jealous?”
There wasn’t exactly any more need for words; Oscar knew that they weren’t going to get him anywhere. So he did the only other thing he could think to do, which was to grab Lando’s shoulders and shove him around until his back hit the bed, the mattress squeaking indignantly and the Brit letting out a small squeak of surprise.
Oscar, now straddling his knees over where Lando lay beneath him, finally found it within himself to smirk a little bit. “It’s not that I think he’s a threat. I just need to get that he’s not one through your head somehow.” He paused, smiling with his teeth. Lando blushed. “And his, too."
“Get it through my head all you want-” Lando groaned as Oscar cupped his chin, forcing their lips together as he leaned down. It was messy, their noses hitting each other momentarily and Oscar using a bit too much tongue as he licked inside Lando’s mouth, both of them making obscene noises as Lando tried to get out the rest of his sentence “-but good luck getting it through his.”
There were some ideas that were better kept secret. “We’ll see,” Oscar grunted against Lando’s lips, keeping his composure the best he could as he leaned back up, hooking his fingers under the hem of Lando’s shirt and pulling it upwards until the Brit was able to shrug it over his shoulders. Maybe he had some ideas for what he wanted to do, but he wasn’t willing to indulge Lando in that information so soon. No, he’d make this fun; the extent to which he’d pent himself up with resentful frustration made things extra interesting.
That frustration manifested itself in a series of ways. Oscar leaned down once more, his teeth grazing along the curve of Lando’s jaw before moving down to his neck, where he licked and sucked on the tanned skin until he was satisfied by the embarrassment Lando would feel. It made his dick twitch when he thought about Franco seeing the marks on Lando’s neck, wondering who’d given them to him. Some girl, maybe even a guy? Not just any guy, really.
“Knock it off, we have quali tomorrow,” Lando whined, though he didn’t put up much of a fight as Oscar trailed his lips down, starting from his teammate’s Adam’s apple, continuing to his collarbone, all the way until his tongue swirled around a nipple. Lando’s back arched immediately against his mouth, a few whimpers leaving him inadvertently.
It was fun to break Lando’s confidence so quickly, Oscar thought to himself as he bit lightly around the nipple, keeping his tongue pressed against it to make sure that there was a nasty mark there. “Good thing no one will see that, right?” His tone was almost mocking as Lando gasped, Oscar pulling his head back but keeping his hand rubbing along the opposite side of the Brit’s chest. “Right, Lan?”
“Right,” he mumbled in response. Oscar was sure he was still blushing as he tried to keep himself sane over all this, though from the looks of it, Lando’s attention had certainly moved from his face to stare down at his shorts.
While Lando gawked, Oscar took a moment to admire his work, the expression on his teammate’s face becoming a bit more unsure of himself with each passing moment as his flushed gaze trained back upwards to where he was being stared down at. Such confidence to begin, but so easy to wring out of him. “I’m sure he’ll like those.” Oscar’s fingers traced down his teammate’s neck, pressing into the fresh marks until Lando whimpered, shying away from the touch. “Where’d the fighting words go, huh?” Oscar said snarkily, feeling confidence swell in his stomach with every moment that Lando laid underneath him and blushed with embarrassment. “Pretty easy to get him out of your head.”
“Not easy to get him out of yours, though,” Lando managed to retort with a smug smile, though he let out a rather pathetic moan when Oscar gripped and spread Lando’s legs forcefully, moving his hands up to his teammate’s hips and dragging the two of them together until their clothed crotches rubbed against each other.
Deep breaths left Lando’s mouth as a desperate attempt to stay calm, both of them hard in their shorts as Oscar ground his hips forward against Lando. He bit his lip, groaning at the sensation of feeling his teammate’s cock press against him through his pants. It was dirty for his standards, but he felt like he needed to get a bit dirty to get his point across.
“Do you think about doing this with him?” Oscar’s voice had lowered, his brow narrowed as Lando scrunched his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop himself from slipping up. He wondered why he was mentioning so much about the possibilities between Lando and Franco, but again, it seemed that that jealousy was turning him on to the point that he couldn’t help but give a thrust against Lando’s straining cock, chasing a high that he didn’t plan to come anytime soon.
“Seems like you wish I did.” Lando’s gasped words left a sour taste in Oscar’s mouth. His grip tightened, and he used the momentum he’d gathered to flip the Brit onto his stomach. Little changed in his actions from his previous position; he rutted his hips against Lando, smiling as the man underneath him pushed himself into a familiar arch.
Oscar squeezed Lando’s ass, rubbing his crotch against the layers of clothes covering the Brit’s hole. A squeak escaped him, followed momentarily by a bit of a pathetic groan. “No, can’t say I’m too interested in that,” Oscar said under his breath.
It had taken him a few minutes, but it seemed to him that Lando had realized that this was not a battle he could win with snarky comments and teasing. Oscar stilled his hips, making sure that he didn’t push himself too hard too fast. Instead, his hands moved down to the waistband of Lando’s shorts, tugging them down along with his underwear until his ass was exposed, shaky knees holding himself up.
It was a nice feeling to be able to run his hands over Lando’s bare ass, to see the tight muscles of his back flex as he awaited what they both knew came next. There were still a lot of things Oscar wanted to say and do, but he paused momentarily, leaning over to the nightstand and opening the drawer to grab out the bottle of lube that had been shoved in there when he’d arrived. Squirting a bit on his fingers, his hand returned to caress Lando’s skin, his free fingers spreading him.
“Before we race is risky, y’know,” Lando murmured into the pillow that his cheek was resting on. “If I feel this tomorrow, I’m not going to be happy.”
“Then you’re not going to be happy. I can’t say I care.” He didn’t, really. Oscar was already in a mood, and any joking comments from Lando’s end were anything but amusing.
“The way you want to fuck me over in quali, I’d think you were working for Red Bull.”
Oscar didn’t answer, though that? That was a little funny. He’d give Lando that one moment of success. “So, have you thought about him doing this to you?” His index finger dipped inside Lando’s hole, a pathetic squeak leaving the Brit’s mouth as he lay on his stomach, shakily supporting himself on his bent elbows. “I’m sure you have.”
“Have not,” Lando managed, groaning more as Oscar worked the finger inside him, dragging it in and out and curling it a bit to get an extra bit of reaction, which worked wonders. “Haven’t thought about any of that.”
As much as Oscar knew he was telling the truth, it was fun to get him worked up. It certainly wasn’t helping his cock from throbbing where it was still confined to his shorts, that was for sure. Fortunately for Lando, he at least got to have some freedom, though without the ability to touch himself. That might’ve been even worse, and Oscar didn’t help the situation when he slid a second finger in, curling the both of them to elicit nothing short of a yelp.
Yeah, it felt good to do that. To get a reaction. “Sure. But do you think about me doing it?” Oscar’s tone was a thinly-veiled dagger, and he could hear Lando audibly swallow as his fingers continued to work him open.
“Y-Yeah. All the time.”
“Weirdo,” Oscar chuckled, briefly pushing in a third finger to finish off the job, Lando clenching desperately as a sort of plea to him. Maybe he wasn’t quite done, though. “So, got it through your head then, yeah?”
“That…?” Lando grimaced as Oscar pulled out his fingers, wiping them off on the sheets (a big sorry to the hotel workers, he thought). His fingers hooked under the fabric of his own shirt, throwing it to the side before returning his hands to Lando’s ass, squeezing the tanned skin.
“That I don’t think he’s a threat.”
“Yeah.” Lando paused, a few shaky breaths leaving him as he kept his back arched while Oscar’s hands trailed up to the small of his back. “I believe that.”
“And you know that, how?”
“The fact I’m letting you fuck me during a race weekend should say enough.”
Right on. Oscar smiled, patting Lando’s ass approvingly, though it was surely clear to the both of them that the gesture didn’t give off any nice vibes, nothing close to that. There was still shit to prove.
Oscar put the proving into motion quite quickly when he slid his legs down off the bed, watching as Lando peeked his head over to see his partner getting up, maybe a bit confused about the implications. He could do nothing but blush though when Oscar hooked his arm under Lando’s armpit, pulling him up from his arched position.
“The fuck are you doing?” Lando said indignantly as Oscar dragged him away from the bed while he struggled to walk with his shorts and underwear pooled around his ankles. Oscar didn’t say anything for a minute, feeling his cock twitch against his underwear as he thought about what he was about to do. It shouldn’t have turned him on so much; it was rude, it was dirty, and frankly, it wasn’t fair to Lando.
Unfortunately, that was the point.
The balcony was right there, separated from the room only by a set of sliding glass doors. Lando looked more and more concerned as Oscar gripped the handle of one of them, opening it just for a burst of hot Mexican air to hit them both in the face. “I’ve got my fucking dick out, mate! The hell are you dragging me out here for?” There was very apparent apprehension in Lando’s tone as Oscar shouldered him forward.
The balcony was surrounded by walls of frosted glass for privacy, which was a good thing, since before he could comprehend his position, Oscar had Lando pressed up against one of the walls, the Brit’s hands gripped the top of the barrier in a mixture of confusion and acceptance. He looked back briefly to get a grasp on what Oscar was doing, though in reality, he already knew exactly what was about to happen. Lando blushed deeply, his fingers gripping the edge of the glass wall.
“I don’t care if we’re on the top floor. This is not a good idea,” Lando pleaded briefly with Oscar, though his uneasiness fell on deaf ears. The Aussie had had this plan in the back of his head since Lando had first mentioned Franco being downstairs, and he was satisfied with the fact that it had all played out how he wanted it to. It was pretty horrible, sure, but it turned him on to no end. Lando watched as Oscar shoved down his shorts and underwear, finally letting his cock free after so much time. That alone felt cathartic enough that he let out a low groan.
His hands found purchase on Lando’s hip, pulling his ass back to a preferred angle. “Embarrassed?” A small whimper left Lando, and it made Oscar twitch, his cock pressed up against Lando’s ass, just rubbing against his hole insensitively. “Sorry. Have to get it through his head somehow.”
“What do you mean?” Lando hissed as Oscar pressed the tip of his cock inside of him, keeping his hips stilled for a moment to the dismay of his teammate. “Osc… c’mon…”
“I mean-” Oscar gripped Lando’s hips, thrusting inside him aggressively enough to draw a small sob out of him. The smaller man shook a little as he adjusted to the strain, his fingers gripping harder onto the glass. “I mean, that there’s someone downstairs who might want to hear what’s going on up here.”
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Lando wheezed, his breath hitching as Oscar put in a few more calculated thrusts of his hips, trying desperately to hold himself up. Oscar too wondered what was wrong with him, but whatever it was, it felt too good to stop. And the feeling of Lando clenching around him with every buck of his hips certainly didn’t hurt either.
Maybe Lando wanted to resist slightly based on his superior ethics, but if he did, he made that virtually unknown. His moans were all Oscar needed to believe that whatever moral high ground he wanted to take was slowly but surely draining out of his options. Oscar leaned himself slightly over Lando’s back, pressing his nose into the nape of his neck.
“Not so mad now, huh?”
“Hard to be,” Lando managed to respond, gasping in a deep breath. Oscar liked the sound of the noises he was making, though he thought he’d get a few words in too. A particularly deep thrust dragged a choked noise from Lando’s throat, and Oscar couldn’t help but smile. “F-Fuck.”
Something felt like it jumped in his gut. “Do you think he hears you?” He kissed Lando’s nape as his hips found a brutal rhythm, slapping against his teammate’s ass to make a loud noise only exasperated by the humid outside air. “You’re loud enough. Sure he does.”
Lando let out a small whimper as he tried to keep himself upright, his knees shaking as Oscar fucked him with a sort of fervor he hadn’t felt in months. He sucked in a deep breath, gripping his fingers onto Lando’s hips and pulling them together until the man underneath him was wheezing pathetically. “You and your weird ass boner over this, mate. Jesus Christ,” Lando managed to heave out as he clenched around Oscar, who certainly couldn’t hold on too much longer if Lando made everything feel that damn good.
“You seem to be enjoying it,” Oscar responded, swallowing hard as he thought of what to say next. It dawned on him quickly, and he couldn’t help but smile as he resumed short, choppy thrusts. “Right, Landito?”
Fuck. The way Lando completely tensed around him was far too much. Oscar blushed profusely as he bit his lip, giving his hips a few more bucks into Lando before he came inside him with a grunt. All the thoughts of the afternoon ran through his mind, and for the first time that day, he felt satisfied, like he had won. He sort of had. The victories only continued as he noticed Lando’s shaking knees and the mess he’d left on the floor of the balcony. Cumming untouched, huh? Now that was a victory that brought a smile to Oscar’s face as he pulled out of Lando, giving him a final squeeze to his ass.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, Lando catching his breath and Oscar taking a moment to think about exactly what he’d just done. Jealousy really did get under his skin, didn’t it? And now that he was feeling a bit back to normal, all his actions were sort of dawning on him. He continued to blush as he grabbed Lando’s arm, dragging him back inside the hotel room, the Brit limping a bit awkwardly at being forced to move so quickly, and both of them practically tripping over the shorts and underwear wrapped around both their ankles.
While Lando’s legs shook and he only just managed to drag himself onto the bed to lay down on his side, Oscar took a moment to bite his lip and tap his fingers against the glass door, shutting the shades to make sure there were no prying eyes that might glimpse the scene in the bedroom.
“Now you care about privacy, huh?” Lando laughed a bit awkwardly from where he was laying, not meeting Oscar’s gaze as he stared down at his phone momentarily.
Oscar, unsure exactly what to say, reached down to pull up his underwear, kicking off his shorts for comfort. “Um… yeah… maybe don’t text Franco for a bit?” he managed to laugh, though the smug smile on his teammate’s face seemed to reveal that there was a bit more to be said about the whole situation.
“So, about that…” Lando giggled under his breath, holding up his phone. Oscar stepped forward, squinting his eyes to read the couple of texts on the screen
francooooo
bro i think your teammate is having sex on the balcony above me
i’m just trying to get some sun!
and i hear him up there. but i can’t tell who he is with
he needs to work on his stamina i think
maybe you should go interrupt him. that would be kind of funny!
None to Oscar’s surprise, Lando burst into laughter, pointing a demeaning finger in the Aussie’s direction. “Mate, no way you thought that it would go this way. Have fun with that. And yeah, work on your stamina,” he said with a grin, and Oscar couldn’t help but blush and grumble something very incoherent but obviously very infuriated under his breath.
"Mate, I was humping your ass for like ten minutes. I'm not going to last long!" he groaned, shaking his head. From Lando's knowing smile, he wasn't going to make his point known or understood. Jealousy, as much as it had been fun in the moment, was now biting him in the ass royally. And Lando was right, honestly; this certainly hadn’t been where he’d wanted the night to end, but alas. Alas, alas, alas.
In an admittance of defeat, Oscar climbed onto the bed, groaning and laying down on his back next to where Lando was situated on his side, definitely wanting to keep as much weight off his ass as possible for the bettering of his chances in the morning. The Brit’s shit-eating grin was almost enough for Oscar to decide to just take a walk back to the balcony and think about his decisions.
“So, what did we learn?” Lando asked mockingly, and Oscar rolled his eyes. It was clear that there was going to be no living this down anytime soon, though he wasn’t just going to lay back and take it.
“Learned that I need you to be just a little louder next time,” he replied, leaning over to jab Lando in the chest with his index finger, managing a bit of a smug smile on his face despite how much he really just wanted to forget about everything he’d just read on Lando’s phone.
Maybe a snarky comment had been readied on Lando’s tongue, but that probably hadn’t been what he’d expected his teammate to say, so he stayed silent, rolling his eyes and smirking a bit. Maybe he thought Oscar was just joking around, but honestly, it had a bit of truth to it. There was still the task of getting it through Franco’s head, and that was not a task he was going to so easily back off from with one small misstep.
And what was the harm in trying again? Oscar traced his fingers against Lando’s collarbone, feeling how he shivered. “We could work on that.”
Chapter 2
Notes:
Wow, didn't think this would get a second chapter, did you? Neither did I! But I got bored and I've been thinking about adding to this for a while so I did. I had some plans for Franco, let's just say that.
It's probably going to be pretty obvious, but I don't like Franco. He's not supposed to be likable here, but he's an important plot device. For those who might not remember the first chapter, I'd def encourage giving it a skim at least. A reminder that this is set at the 2024 Mexican GP as well, hence mentions of Williams and Oscar's qualifying results.
This is more intense than I usually write but I like how it turned out. Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Enjoy! :)
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Oscar told himself two repetitive lies for the remainder of the night after his and Lando’s little incident, if it was worth calling it that.
One was that he didn’t think about Franco’s texts to Lando. He thought about those a lot. The other was that he didn’t think about Lando thinking about Franco’s texts. Now that there was no denying he was a bit caught up on. It wasn’t worth lying to himself that he wasn’t.
Curiously enough, Lando hadn’t said anything further about the situation they’d found themselves in since receiving the texts or since the entire debacle in general, though that didn’t stop Oscar’s silly little brain from jumping through some hoops to think that something was going on that he needed to get to the bottom of. He considered himself so rational and so down-to-earth about those sorts of things, but it seemed that that specific occurrence was bypassing his mental firewall. Still, it wasn’t as if he wanted to bring it up to Lando and open up some can of worms not even a few hours after things had grown tense.
Yet as those irrational thoughts made their rounds, Oscar found himself considering an alternate route to quell his embarrassment and jealousy. There was of course the source of it all - Lando. But aside from that, that alternate route ran through a little river named none other than Franco Colapinto.
*****
“Oscar! Qué tal?”
Oscar almost forgot that he’d been the one to enter the Williams hospitality (a feat that was quite a bit dodgy to begin with for a driver of another team) and he’d been the one looking for the Argentinian as he glanced down at where Franco was lounging around on his phone, a half-eaten sandwich placed in front of him. There was a reason he’d come to find him, of course.
His little bit of Spanish knowledge came in clutch. “I’m alright, mate. You?” he responded, voice even and generally unemotional, which was how most of the drivers he didn’t know well understood his personality to be. That was his aim, anyway; all he wanted to do was look unassuming to the highest extent. That was part of his plan, really; he needed to just be Oscar to start. Just plain ol’ Oscar Piastri from McLaren Formula 1 Team. Franco shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head from side to side.
“I’m okay, just hanging out. Busy day!” Franco sighed, leaning his head back onto the couch as Oscar continued to stand over him. “But it’s nice to relax now before the race tomorrow. Any plans for tonight?”
Oh, what a perfect way to start their little conversation, with the question that Oscar had been wanting to throw so very badly. He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, that’s partially why I’m here, mate.”
“Hmm?”
Oscar shot a bit of a smart smile down at Franco. “Let’s walk.”
There was no further prodding needed. Franco hopped up from his seat and the two made their way out to the now quiet empty paddock apart from some mechanics and media personnel. Many drivers had already headed back to their hotels, and most of the fans and celebrities had also taken their leave in tow. It was lucky that Oscar had found Franco to begin with; otherwise, things would’ve had to wait.
The two men wandered into a more private bit of space, slowing their step so that their conversation could be more comfortable. Franco looked curious, which Oscar was happy about. See, that was how he viewed the Argentinian - curious, but naïve. Whereas Oscar was regarded as highly mature for his age, Franco was virtually the opposite. A live wire, a bit of a paddock commotion; he’d taken everyone by storm. And he’d surely taken Lando, Oscar pondered silently.
“So, anything on your mind in particular? I can’t lie, you weren’t the person I expected to see at my doorstep,” Franco said with a smile, and Oscar nodded understandingly. “Especially after today, y’know, with qualifying not going your way.”
It was a struggle not to twitch. Oscar shrugged instead. “Eh, it is what it is. Tomorrow’s a new day.” He paused momentarily, knowing his next words needed to be decisive. After all, he wasn’t there with Franco to have a friendly catch-up. “Anyone you expected to see?”
The laugh Franco let out seemed to catch just the slightest bit in his throat. “Hmm… no one in particular, I think. Maybe your teammate, if anyone.”
Bingo. “He told me you two were hanging out yesterday,” Oscar began, his gaze flicking over to where Franco was already looking at him as they slowed their walk until they were at a standstill in a quiet corner of the paddock. “I didn’t know you two were so close.”
“We’ve been hanging out a lot lately. I really like him. He’s pretty perfect, pretty cool, though I’m sure you know that already,” Franco laughed innocently, obviously not thinking much of the Aussie’s slight grilling when it came to the topic of Lando. “I’ve enjoyed the time I’ve spent with him. You should join us sometime!”
Oscar’s course of action in his upcoming words had been so difficult to fathom when he’d thought them up that he’d quite literally had to practice in the mirror. His quite non-confrontational and dry personality did not come equipped to act like the man he was about to act, but he knew what he needed to do. After all, if he wanted his plan to work in his favor, he had to do a bit of… emotional exploitation.
Exploitation, manipulation. Both those terms worked.
“See, mate, I bring this up a bit since I had a little something I wanted to talk to you about.” In an effort to express his change in tone as much as he could, Oscar forced an extra drawl to his accent, a small smirk teasing his lips. He wanted to sound like every word was said with full confidence. Confidence may have not been the right word; it was something more akin to cockiness. “I talked to Lando last night and he showed me the texts you sent him. ‘Bout my sex life and all.”
It was almost cathartic to see that smile drop from Franco’s face so fast. He opened his mouth, then closed it before opening it once more, obviously in search of words that were riddled with embarrassment. “All jokes. Really, I meant no harm.” There was a slight falter to Franco’s voice that Oscar felt ready to capitalize on.
“Mate, mate, no harm done. Really, I thought it was funny,” Oscar said with a light chuckle that was unrepresentative of his undercover emotions. “Can I level with you, man to man?”
Oscar’s performative truce seeking was met with nothing but acceptance by Franco. “Yeah, for sure.” There it was, that naïvety that he’d so counted on to act up. He had reverted from embarrassed to his former curious self, obviously interested in hearing more of what Oscar had to say about whatever macho-dude-bro stuff he thought would exit his of all people’s mouth.
“See-” Oscar had had to hype himself up for the next part particularly. It was a string of words that, in any other context, would never leave his mouth. “-I was just with some broad last night. Lots of good ones around here, I’ve found. But the sex was shit, so I just needed to get out of there quick, honestly.” Fucking hell, if that doesn’t work and I just said all of that for no reason to Franco of all people, I might retire, he thought to himself, feeling an awful ick in his throat.
The surprised laugh that Franco let out was comforting. He seemed taken by Oscar’s story and certainly not suspicious at all. “Wow, see, that’s valid. I would do the same,” he giggled, moved by what the Aussie considered a somewhat unbelievable story. It was a blessing that he was so new to the grid that he didn’t know Oscar very well at all; most other drivers would’ve thought him to be possessed if he’d said anything like that to them.
“I’m not just saying that to say that, though,” Oscar continued, drawing Franco’s attention back. “What I’m trying to get at is that it was the girl’s fault and I’m not a loser like you thought of me.” You sure sound like one, dickhead. “And I was thinking that it might be a fun time to prove that to you by having us take some girls back to my room tonight. Just a little fun for the guys starting in p16 and 17.”
It was a bit of a struggle not to gag on his words. The mere thought of doing anything that involved any of what he’d just suggested sounded quite sickening. Of course, he planned to do none of that with Franco, but that lovely use of manipulation seemed to be working like a charm on the young Argentinian if his smile said anything about it.
“That sounds kind of fun, honestly. I can translate if you want to pick up any locals, eh?” he said with a wink.
Oscar needed to get the hell out of there before he cracked and maybe threw up. He hated to toot his own horn and call himself a completely upstanding guy, but he really, really did not like to think or talk the way he was doing. “I think I’ll be good, mate, but appreciate the offer. Meet me at my hotel room at 20-o’clock? Obviously, you know where it is based on yesterday’s debacle,” he chuckled, and Franco nodded affirmatively.
“Sure thing, mate. I’ll meet you then.”
That was settled, then. And so the latter half of his plan executed itself brilliantly.
*****
It was earlier in the day when Oscar had thought of everything that the later day’s antics would entail. Pre-quali, pre-anything. He’d woken up next to Lando, his teammate having been too lazy to return to his own hotel room after sex the previous night, which was classic of him. Bastard.
Oscar’s get-back epiphany had come to him when they’d been falling asleep, but he knew at the time that the starting base of his plan would be put into motion the following morning. He blinked the lingering drowsiness from his eyes, rousing Lando with a tug on his shoulder. It was rare that he woke up before the Brit and even rarer that he didn’t just try to fall back asleep right after. They didn’t need to be at the track for a few more hours, so there was no rush to get up and have Lando discreetly wander back to his hotel room.
That rousing shoulder shove seemed to work, as Lando groaned dramatically as he rolled over to face where Oscar was staring down at him intently. “Whaaaat? Why’re you up so early?”
“I slept early last night. Body told me it’s time to get up.”
“That’s unlike you. I feel like it never wants to get up.” Lando blinked once more, yawning so wide that Oscar could see beads of tears form at the corners of his eyes from the intensity. “Tell it to go back to sleep.”
“But I wanted to talk to you about something that I was thinking about last night.”
Lando snorted, though he didn’t make any attempts to free himself from the conversation and get back to sleep. “Don’t give me some post-nut clarity motivational speech or anything.”
“Fuck off,” Oscar laughed, leaning back onto his pillow. He crossed his arms behind his head, trying to think of the best way to phrase his suggestion. Suggestion was one way to put it. It was… part of a greater plan. Something that didn’t just involve Lando’s agreement. “Ok, it might be a bit of a post-nut clarity speech.”
“I fucking know you! You do this more than you think,” Lando teased him, and he seemed to be perking up a bit more in general with the continued conversation. “So what is it? Wanna fuck me sideways? Upside down? Against the wall? Awake? Asleep? All of the above? Lay it on me.”
Even though Oscar was quite literally about to talk about sex, he still blushed at Lando’s vulgarity. It was hard to form a careful lie to his teammate’s face when said teammate said things as crazy as that. “You’re odd, mate.”
“Don’t call me odd. That’s all you.”
“Anyways…” Oscar cleared his throat, still articulating just how he wanted to give his suggestion. “I wanted to… introduce someone else into the bedroom… but not in the way you’re thinking, I can already tell.”
Lando’s expression had changed quite a bit at the mention of such an idea. “Well, what am I supposed to think when you say ‘someone else in the bedroom’? Because right now, I’m thinking about me and you with someone else in the middle. Or, I don’t know, any sort of order to that. Depends on certain factors.” Lando seemed to remember that he was in fact not thinking the same as Oscar. “But go on.”
“Like, I want someone to watch us. I was thinking about it… kind of like the sound of it,” Oscar mumbled, feeling a little awkward about the fact that although he was creating a situation based mostly on fabrication, he was not lying about that bit. Maybe Lando had already gotten that from their escapades from the day before on the balcony.
Lando didn’t look fully uncertain. He seemed surprised, but that was warranted, as it was out of left field coming from Oscar. Not that Oscar didn’t have sexual suggestions for them, but thinking of something so crazy the day before a race was a bit unheard of. Pre-race nights were generally spent chilling, with the craziest occurrence being some head or very easy sex. Pre-race nights were definitely not spent letting randoms watch them fuck.
“So, like, that sounds fine and all, but who’s gonna be watching us?” Lando murmured, looking up at Oscar for suggestions from where they were both leaning against their pillows.
Oscar swallowed hard, trying to think of the best answer to that. “I was thinking it has to be either someone who can keep a secret or someone who doesn’t need to because they already know we’ve got something going on,” he explained, and Lando nodded understandingly. “I’d love to surprise you, honestly.”
“Surprise me? You kinky bastard, Osc,” Lando teased, and Oscar couldn’t help but blush a bit deeper than he already was. Seeing Lando take all of the information and suggestions in stride was not only appreciated but was also turning him on a bit. He needed to keep it chill, though; sex a few hours before quali with no restorative napping included would be a surefire way to end up out in Q1 (little did past Oscar know that this would not affect his unfortunate circumstances).
That surprise was maybe one that Lando wouldn’t expect. Indeed, he didn’t intend on Lando ever fully figuring out who that surprise was. That was just another part of the plan. Oscar shook himself from his embarrassed blush, shrugging his shoulders and watching from the corner of his eye as his teammate observed him. “Umm.. yeah. I guess. I think you’re going to call me that again when I suggest the next bit, though.”
“And that’s…”
“Uhh…” As much as Oscar knew exactly what he wanted to say, it was still a bit of a jarring concept, especially for him. He was just plain old Oscar, after all; he did things as he pleased, and what he pleased was usually quite basic and tested. “I want it to stay a surprise. I want you to have your eyes covered while it happens.”
“Like a blindfold or something? You want me blindfolded while you fuck me in front of someone I don’t even know?”
“Yeah…”
The noise that left Lando’s mouth was something between a whoop, a laugh, and a gasp of disbelief, and it wasn’t clear if it was a good noise or a bad noise to Oscar. From that sly smile that his teammate only gave in certain situations, though, he expected it was more on the positive end. A wave of relief started to wash over him as he realized that things were going according to how he wanted them to. The hard-on he was starting to get from all these quite vivid descriptions of what he wanted to do with Lando wasn’t helping things, though
Lando let out another chuckle, shaking his head. “Fucking Christ, mate. I don’t even have words right now.” He paused. “Well, I do, but if I say them, I think we’re both going to end up hella sore for quali, and I’m not planning on that,” he said lightly, and Oscar couldn’t help but laugh too. “Do you know who you want to put in that situation?”
“Mhm.”
“Did you talk to them already?”
No, but Oscar still nodded. “Mhm.”
“Oooh, well… this seems a bit adventurous for the day before a race, don’tcha think? Trying to sabotage me or something?” he teased, and Oscar laughed along as well. To be fair, Lando had a point - it was a risky activity for the night before a race. But it was nothing they hadn’t done before and nothing they wouldn’t do again, so he didn’t see the harm in it. At least on his end, since he wouldn’t be dealing with the brunt of the discomfort.
“Just take some paracetamol before bed. Sure you’ll be good in the morning,” Oscar suggested, and Lando shrugged in agreement. He wasn’t a difficult man to convince. That was partially why Oscar had been so confident that such a crazy idea would be so easily accepted by his teammate. There weren’t too many people you could suggest to blindfold and fuck in front of a stranger and have them answer with ‘when do we start?’.
Lando groaned a bit to shake off the very last of his sleepiness, drawing a grunt from Oscar as he flipped himself over on top of the Aussie. Lando’s chin was now lying on his chest, face relaxed and eyes closed as Oscar considered that there was definitely a thigh pressing against that hard-on he’d been hoping to hide. Unsurprisingly, Lando opened one eye and gave him that sort of knowing expression. Well, he knew about that one thing. He seemed rather blissfully unaware of everything else Oscar was planning behind the scenes. That in itself brought a smart smile to his face. The fact that Lando had repositioned himself to hook his fingers under the waistband of Oscar’s underwear didn’t hurt either.
******
19:50. Getting pretty close to that agreed-upon time, wasn’t it? Oscar’s eyes had momentarily flicked over to his phone lying a few inches from where he was leaning over Lando’s body, taking note that the minutes were ticking away quite quickly.
“You’re really trying to fuck this up for me tomorrow. Bastard,” Lando mumbled against the back of his hand, shuffling slightly against the sheets. That was a good reminder for Oscar to focus back on the two fingers he had inside Lando, scissoring them to draw a whine from the Brit.
“Can’t fuck you up too much all the way back in p17, can I? Might as well get a head start here.” That reply made Lando snort, though that was quickly interjected by a moan from the pressure being applied by the press of Oscar’s fingers. Despite his dubious intentions, Oscar still relished in the way Lando gave it all up to him, and on the night before a race no less. A bit naïve and a bit foolish on both their parts, but none of that mattered knowing how good it would feel to put everything he’d been planning in motion.
When he carefully added a third finger, Lando hiccuped, rubbing his hand over his face to focus himself. It was clear he was maybe a bit nervous about Oscar’s suggestion, though he had assured that he was more than down to try it out. Just once, and if he didn't like it, they’d never do it again.
Not that that mattered to Oscar. He only needed one night. One time.
Pulling his fingers out, Oscar leaned into Lando for a kiss. One intention was that. The other was to have a moment to reach over to tap the screen of his phone, checking the time. 19:57, and a text from Franco. He had to get things rolling, though his focus shifted momentarily to press his lips against Lando’s, the two groaning into each other as just a taste of tongue was shared. Something quick, sloppy, but good as hell. Oscar sat back a few moments later, Lando looking up at him with wet lips formed in a lopsided smile.
He almost felt bad to use Lando like he was about to. But… not too bad. “You know the drill.” The drill was what they had discussed earlier. Lando groaned dramatically as he sat up, trying to get his bearings as Oscar reached over to the nightstand and grabbed an item. It was a bandana, just one that Oscar had picked up along the way somewhere in Mexico. Nothing fancy, but it would do the job. He folded it over on itself a few times until it was formed into a thick line of fabric perfect for what he needed it for.
Lando let Oscar tie it around his head to cover his eyes with no struggle and no comments, the latter point being a bit of a surprise. He made sure to tie it tight so that it wouldn’t slip, adjusting its position slightly to keep it covering both eyes fully. “See anything?”
“Can’t see a thing,” Lando confirmed, waving his hand in front of his eyes. “Nope, nothing.”
“You look hot,” Oscar mumbled, though his mind was mostly occupied with grabbing his phone and looking at the texts that Franco had sent him in the past couple of minutes.
Franco Colapinto
heading up now
i’m outside whenever ur ready
no rush, i can wait for good things :)
Ah, so he was already there. It was 20:00, so that was to be expected. Oscar’s eyes scanned back to where Lando was now lying on the bed, his mouth pursed just slightly at his nerves regarding his position. It was true, that he was vulnerable, though Oscar had no intention of taking advantage of that vulnerability. No, there were other targets for that.
“Are they coming soon?” Lando mumbled, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. Oscar’s eyes moved down his body quickly, noting how hard he was as he bent his knees and pushed himself up the bed a bit. Obviously, their power imbalance was turning him on, but that was no surprise. It was Lando, after all.
“Mm. Outside.”
“Gonna go get them then?” Oscar responded with another hum, and Lando nodded his head. “Mint… alright, go on then.”
“Just relax. I’ll be back in a second.” Oscar sat up off the bed, grabbing his pair of sweatpants and his shirt that had been haphazardly chucked onto the floor so that he could look somewhat presentable for his guest. Only for a moment, though, as he was sure he’d be back on top of Lando in no time at all.
As much as he wanted to say that he himself was a bit nervous about everything that was about to happen, he wasn’t. In fact, he felt completely confident in himself. Hand on the door, he opened it up, walked into the hallway and closed it behind him.
Franco was leaning against the opposite wall, his attention drawn immediately to Oscar as he shot his most manufactured smile in the Argentinian’s direction. It was obvious that the young man was excited, very excited. From the look in his eyes, he was thinking of just how much he’d scored getting an opportunity like the one he was about to get. Or, rather, what had been described to him.
Hookers, broads, whatever. That’s what he thought he was getting. Oscar’s smile got a little bit more genuine when he thought about just how convincing he’d been. “Hey, mate. How’s it going?” He’d done a good job of perking his tone up, reaching out to pat Franco on the back as a greeting. Franco grinned, gesturing towards the door.
“Well, I’m doing great since I know we’re going to have a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me over.”
Oscar forced a breath through his nose as he smiled and nodded. Such trusting innocence. He truly thought that it was just as easy as that, to waltz up to a man who he barely knew and who had gotten a horrible first impression of him and expect that the two of them were going to have a fun guy’s night in. Hilarious.
“Sure, mate. C’mon. Got everything all set for us. The girls are smoking hot, I assure you,” he chuckled, gritting his teeth as he cracked the door open for Franco to walk into the room.
The moment Franco caught a glimpse of Lando laid out on the bed, maybe even just so quickly that he didn’t register who it was, Oscar clapped a hand over his mouth and shut the door behind them.
Franco was silent. He just breathed against Oscar’s hand, maybe too shocked to consider doing anything other than letting the Aussie lead him a bit further into the room until they were standing at the end of the bed. It felt so incredible to Oscar, so incredibly right - to be the person who held all the power in the room and who knew exactly how he was going to use it. It made his cock twitch in his pants as he held Franco, leaning in to whisper to him.
“My gut feeling’s saying you’re not too upset about this,” he said softly enough that he was sure Lando couldn’t hear him. If he did, he was silent. “Seems to me like this is what you’ve been wanting to be able to see. Though I’m sure you’d rather be underneath him.” Franco was still frozen against his grip, but he didn’t struggle one bit. Didn’t even attempt to utter a word, even as Oscar led him over to the chair that was positioned to the side of the bed.
Only when he sat down did Oscar finally take his hand off of Franco’s mouth. He watched as the Argentinian rubbed his mouth to relieve the pressure, drinking in that confused, fearful stare he gave Oscar from his lowered vantage point. Unsurprisingly, he continued to stay silent, watching as Oscar leaned down to whisper a few more words to him.
“Like I said before, I’m sure you’d rather be underneath him. But you’ll have to just settle with him under me. Shame, isn’t it?” he grunted against Franco’s ear, straightening back up to pat his shoulder patronizingly. His ears felt hot and his dick was straining against his pants.
“Oscar?” The Aussie’s focus temporarily shifted to where Lando was lying on the bed, shuffling uncomfortably against the covers. His hands were gripping the sheets, obviously trying not to touch himself. Oscar admitted to himself that he’d made Lando wait for too long, and anyway, he was satisfied with the frozen stare that Franco held in the direction of the bed.
He chucked off his shirt first, then shrugged off his pants to leave himself in just his underwear as he climbed up onto the bed. His knees straddled to either side of Lando’s hips as he stared down at his partner’s quivering lip. Tempted enough, he reached his hand down, cupping Lando’s chin and hooking his thumb over his bottom lip. “Put on a good show for the guest, alright?”
“You know I will,” Lando responded with a smile. Oscar flicked his gaze momentarily over to Franco, who continued to just sit there, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. It was such a wonderful sight to see that cocky attitude wiped off every bit of his expression. No more threat, no more nothing. It brought a smile to his face as he rolled Lando over onto his stomach.
Lando groaned as he let his cheek rest against the sheets, pushing himself onto his knees so that his back was arched off the bed. So obedient; he knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He always did, but it was that much more cathartic in that very moment. Suppressing the eager noise that caught in his throat, Oscar knelt behind Lando, shoving his underwear down with one hand while his other ran along the soft flesh of the Brit’s ass. Every time with Lando was good, great even. But this time, with Franco’s petrified stare aimed at him while he reached over to the nightstand to grab lube, felt even better. And shit, he hadn’t even started yet.
Popping the cap off the lube, Oscar poured it generously into his hand, rubbing a healthy amount on his cock. Even the lightest touch sent a shiver up his spine, a show of his sensitivity. He needed to keep it together. The leftover lube was put to use as he shoved two fingers into Lando, just making sure that everything was just as it needed to be. He groaned indignantly and Oscar couldn’t help but smirk.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… please. Please.” Such desperation. Oscar drank in every word. He was sure Franco did too, though he kept his gaze momentarily focused on where his cock was lined up with Lando. He couldn’t care less about Franco’s presence as long as the lesson that he aimed to teach was learned.
The first few moments of pushing inside Lando felt better than anything he could’ve hoped for. The physical feeling was the same - that was always good - but the emotions that pounded against his skull as he gripped his hands to either side of Lando’s hips and huffed as he put in a few shallow thrusts were… insane. Fucking insane. He swallowed down the majority of what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t help but groan under his breath.
“Make sure you’re gentle,” Lando murmured into the back of his hand where his mouth was pressed against, hiccuping as Oscar ground himself a bit deeper than before. “I said gentle.”
“You’ll take something after and you’ll feel fine. Arch your back.” Oscar’s tone made Lando wheeze as he did as he was told, pushing his ass further against where his teammate was pressed inside him. Oscar’s gaze wandered from watching his cock fuck in and out of Lando to where Franco was sitting. He was obviously uncomfortable by the way he was shuffling in his chair, though it was unclear whether he was turned on or disgusted. His eyes were glued to where Lando’s blindfolded face was being pushed into the mattress with every thrust. “Not to reveal too much, but I think our guest is enjoying themself.”
“Hope so,” Lando moaned, and Oscar picked up his pace slightly as he focused his attention back on his partner. It was fun to observe Franco, but how Franco left that room feeling also very much depended on the focus he gave to Lando. He was here to prove something. As Lando had said to him the day before, they both knew Franco wasn’t a threat to either of them, but did Franco know that? He did now, surely. Oscar smiled at that.
A few gasps left Lando and a few huffs left Oscar as they both intensified the moment. Oscar’s thrusts were deep, the length of his cock working his teammate’s insides until nothing remotely comprehensible could be discerned from him. It was just whining and gurgling moans as Lando let himself be fucked into the mattress. He clearly didn’t care about the roughness as much as he’d wanted Oscar to believe he did.
“You take it like it’s the only thing you’re meant to do,” he grunted, his eyes wandering towards Franco. Oscar wasn’t usually a big talker during sex, but he managed it when needed. Oh, isn’t that something - that was his first thought when he saw Franco pushing against his obvious hard-on with the heel of his hand. “Don’t you think?”
“Y-Yeah.” Lando’s moan made his one word sound like more of a pathetic noise of sorts. He heaved a deep breath as Oscar’s groin slapped flush against his ass with each thrust. “Mm.. mhm…”
“From me. Take it from me. You love it.”
“I d-do. Fucking love it.”
A quick breath kept Oscar focused. “What’s it like, letting someone watch while you take me?”
It was actually a question that Oscar was genuinely curious about the answer to. Lando whined, nodding his head against the sheets. “I like it. It’s hot,” he groaned in response. Oscar had to agree - it was hot. Not hot because of Franco’s involvement, but hot because of Lando’s. Everything with Lando was hot, but the Aussie found himself sweating from how good everything felt both physically and mentally.
“Taking it from me. You love it.”
“I d-do. Fucking love it.”
Every word had Oscar chasing his climax with the quick rhythm of his hips. “No one else.”
“No one.”
He hadn’t broken eye contact with Franco the entire conversation so far, and he didn’t plan to until he got himself over the edge. This was his opportunity to drive it home, after all. “Tell me you want me, say my name and tell me.” He put in one extra intense thrust, a yelp escaping Lando as he drooled into the sheets.
“I wa-want you, Oscar. Oscar, O-Oscar.”
Just me. Only me. Oscar breathed out hard through his nose, addressing Franco with his gaze once more before he turned back to focus on finishing things up. He caught that… was it remorse? Remorse, fear, confusion, acceptance, all of the above seemed to emanate from his expression. It made Oscar shiver with something akin to glee as he pumped a few strokes more into Lando, each drawing the most pathetic moans he’d ever heard.
His hand reached underneath Lando as he felt himself tipping over the edge, gripping around his partner’s cock and giving it a few quick pumps of his hand. Lando let out a choked gasp. “Say it, say you’re mine. Say it, Lando.”
“I’m yours, I-I’m yours, Oscar. F-Fuck…” Oscar pulled out quickly, gritting his teeth as he came over his teammate’s ass. He pulled his hand away from Lando’s cock as well, feeling the wetness of his release in his palm. It was almost too much to handle at once, all the emotions that came with everything he’d just done. But it had been his plan to set in motion, and that he had, and that plan wouldn’t be successful if he didn’t keep it up until the very end.
Lando breathed out a moan, collapsing onto his stomach. Thank god Oscar had been smart enough to lay down a towel underneath him before anything had gotten underway. “Christ…” he groaned, keeping his cheek pressed into the mattress. “Get me that paracetamol before I tell Zak that I’m retiring from the race tomorrow.”
So dramatic, but so endearing. Oscar almost forgot he was supposed to remain calm, cool, and collected as he wiped his hand on the towel and patted Lando’s back comfortingly. “Yeah, in a few. Gotta escort our guest out first.”
“Oh yeah… mmmm… hope they enjoyed.”
Oh, I’m sure they did. Oscar climbed off the bed, pulling his underwear back up as he looked over at where Franco was sitting in the chair. What he observed was nothing less than cathartic. Not the whole-body shiver, not the traumatized expression, though those were lovely to observe. Rather, it was the wet spot on his sweatpants that showed he’d come in his pants virtually untouched.
He didn’t say anything as he helped, more-so forced, Franco up out of the chair, hand pressed hard against his back as he led him towards the door. He caught out of the corner of his eye that one last gaze that Franco shot in Lando’s direction, observing the sheen of sweat, the tenseness in his back, and the drying cum that was splattered along his ass and lower back. Absolutely brilliant.
Neither of them said a word until they reached the door, mostly out of Lando’s earshot. Still, Oscar chose to whisper as he cracked the door to the hotel room, leaning up against where Franco’s ears were red hot with embarrassment.
“Hope you enjoyed. Come again soon?”
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Notes:
OOOOH I'M BACK and I actually promise that this is the last part because there's truly not much more for me to write here. But I had replied to a couple comments when I posted Chapter 2 being like 'oooooh maybe I'll post a Chapter 3 who knoooows'. Well, I know, because I did it. The intense conclusion to the pissed-off-possessive-mean-manipulative Oscar Piastri trilogy, and boy did I like to write it. So I hope you enjoy, and kudos and comments are always greatly appreciated! :)
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It wasn’t as if Oscar forgot what had happened the night before the Mexican Grand Prix, but he hadn’t exactly kept it fresh in his mind. To think of doing something so intense as he had was a bit of an inhibition, especially when he wanted to keep focused on the important things in his life. Racing, racing, racing… that certainly took the top spot and every step on the podium.
So when he’d gotten into his car on that Sunday afternoon and thought of himself fully fucked inside of Lando with Franco’s eyes locked on his body, it hadn’t been the most relaxing feeling. Not so bad to fuck over his race or anything (he’d already done that for himself in qualifying), but certainly not something that let him focus completely on the task at hand.
“You were quiet on the radio today. More quiet than usual, at least,” Tom had mentioned to him in passing sometime after the race as they’d stood in the garage together. It had jolted Oscar out of his head, certainly catching him off guard a bit. He’d simply shrugged his shoulders, looking for anything other than Tom’s soft eye contact.
“Don’t think too much of it. Just a slight off-day.” His answer had maybe raised more questions for his race engineer than it had answered, but he laid off, nodding his head and giving the Aussie a comforting pat on the back. Good old Tom. If only he knew.
With Lando, things weren’t awkward, which Oscar was thankful for. The edition of the blindfold had kept the aftermath of things much more peaceful than they could’ve been. No questions were raised except for maybe a few passing comments from Lando about the events that had transpired, though they were always inquired in sort of a joking manner. They laughed about it, talked about it casually. Lando had even mentioned the hilarity of it with his face pressed into the mattress while Oscar took him from behind. “Imagine if our guest was here.” Really, Oscar would rather not, but there was a sort of innocence to it on Lando’s end that he wished he could mimic.
Though, unfortunately for him, as the ringleader of it all, he was left with every bit of detail of every second he’d employed both Lando and Franco for his scheme. And though he found himself starting to feel some relief from it all as Lando kept things lighthearted, there was still one piece of the puzzle that had gone a bit rogue.
That was Franco, of course.
Oh, Franco. Franco, Franco, Franco.
****
The fanzone in Brazil was always a fun time. Boisterous crowd, great atmosphere, everything you’d cherish while having to stand in front of hundreds and laugh along to the presenter’s sometimes questionable jokes and activities. As usual, McLaren and Williams were paired up, and so both sets of drivers stood on stage, nodding and laughing along to the questions they were asked.
Oscar stood politely to the right of Lando while Alex stood to Lando’s left, leaving Franco on the opposite end of the group. It was quite easy to notice that he had been a bit less engaged than the other three, which was certainly unlike him. “Was Franco not feeling well today?” “This is an outrage! Has someone done something to make him upset?” Oscar was more than sure those would be some of the comments that people left regarding the fanzone appearance. He looked forward to reading those.
When things had finally ended and the two pairs of drivers headed backstage, it came as no surprise when Franco immediately disappeared, leaving Alex to linger with the two McLaren drivers. Lando in particular seemed a bit miffed about Franco’s quick departure, which he made clear from his quite expressive pout. “He seems to be in a rush, doesn’t he?” he mumbled, looking over to Alex to see if the Argentinian’s teammate might have some insight. He shrugged, shaking his head as they prepared to split up and head to their respective hospitalities to prepare for practice.
“No idea, mate. He’s been acting a little strange the past week. Always rushing around and barely talking to me. I’ll see if I can pin him down and ask what’s up,” Alex replied, shrugging his shoulders thoughtfully. Always both honest and kind, it was no surprise how well-loved Alex was by everyone he came in contact with.
Still, Oscar was less concerned with Alex’s reputation and more concerned with Franco’s behavior. Just the mention of how he was acting made a smirk twitch on his lips, so much so that he almost felt a little too mean. It was a good thing Lando didn’t notice his expression, the Brit letting out a humph as Alex waved goodbye and jogged off towards Williams’ complex. “So weird. He’s been so social with me lately, but now he seems a bit… irked. Dunno.”
“Did something happen between you two?” Oscar’s inquiry was received as innocent, his intention well-masked by the curious tone of his voice. He was rather good at hiding his emotions, which Lando knew, though he probably wasn’t reading into it at that moment. Lando shook his head, though he paused his response for a second, maybe soul-searching a bit to see if he had forgotten any instances.
“Nah, nothing I can really remember… maybe I’ve been too pushy with him? But I thought he liked the whole me-taking-charge-and-initiating-conversation and all that. Just ‘cus he’s new and I feel like he wants to make some friends or at least good acquaintances,” he rambled on, trying to rationalize the behavior from the rookie. Oscar didn’t exactly care what he thought about the situation as long as there were no suspicions involved.
Attempting to move them along, Oscar cleared his throat, patting his teammate on the back. “Well, I’m sure if it’s something you did then he’d tell you. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s much you can do.” Matter-of-fact and pretty much true. It wasn’t exactly Lando’s issue to reconcile Franco’s behavior. Really, it was Oscar’s, but it wasn’t like he had any intention to do anything of that sort. If Franco wanted to say something to him, then he could say it to his face.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Oscar picked it out to just take a quick look as Lando was still distracted by his own thoughts. Message from Franco Colapinto.
Oscar shoved his phone back in his pocket so fast that it startled Lando. “Geez, you alright?” he asked, and the Aussie swallowed hard, nodding his head quickly.
“Yeah, yeah. Just almost dropped my phone.” Fuck. What the hell did he want? Truly, after the events of the past week, Oscar had thought that he’d probably never have to speak another word to Franco unless it was purely for the sake of PR. Apparently, that was not the case. He could ignore it, block the number, but shit, he really wanted to see what was up when he was able to unlock his phone and take a closer look once Lando and him were in their separate driver’s rooms.
That time was quickly approaching as they walked over to the McLaren complex, stepping inside the building to walk to their rooms. Lando still looked a bit puzzled, though it was unclear if it was regarding Franco’s behavior or Oscar’s. The two men turned to each other, bumping fists as a quick goodbye as Lando’s room was a little bit further down the hall.
There was something intriguing in the Brit’s gaze as he stared at Oscar for a moment. “You’re not still mad at Franco, are you? I feel like there wasn’t a great resolution to those texts he sent me.”
It was difficult for Oscar to not bristle at the mention of that. He still felt a little bit embarrassed himself about that even if he’d embarrassed Franco much more than vice versa. So, he shook his head. “Nah, honestly I hadn’t thought of that for a bit. It’s just banter. No big deal.” No big fucking deal.
Lando didn’t seem concerned about that answer. “That’s good. See you in… an hour-ish? We can grab some lunch before practice,” he posited, and Oscar was glad to end that conversation quickly, especially when he was already thinking about Franco quite actively.
“Yeah, perfect. C’ya,” Oscar mumbled in response before shutting the door behind himself and immediately flopping down his massage table. Kim would be there to help him stretch in a bit, but he had some time to think about whatever Franco was texting him about first.
Taking his phone from his pocket, he finally opened up his texts, reading what Franco had typed.
Franco Colapinto
if you’re willing i really need to meet and talk to you
Oscar’s eyebrow just about flew off his forehead from how high he raised it. Talk? To him? For what? What was there to talk about? If Franco had concerns, then he could shove them. Truly, Oscar was never this mean to anyone, although he felt it was more annoyance than anger. And even in that sense, he was not quick to annoyance and his reactions were generally coded as humorous rather than upset. This, on the other hand, was bordering on the upset end of things. So, he got to typing.
About what, exactly?
i’m not really sure how to talk about it over text
it would be much easier to talk in person
please only for a few minutes
it’s urgent i really need to talk
That tone of desperation that was so palpable over text almost made Oscar smile. It did, however, make his stomach feel a little funny. Maybe it had hit him somewhere in the gut, but if he knew anything about himself and how things felt to him, it had hit him a bit more in the dick. He wasn’t sure if he liked Franco being the cause of that.
Ok
I’m not opposed
Does it need to be now? Like today?
if it can be now i’d appreciate it a lot
if you’ll do one thing for me let it be this
Fine. You can meet me behind the McLaren hospitality
Be there in 5
He felt he was being quite gracious. And, considering it, he really didn’t think his treatment of Franco warranted any courtesy on either of their ends. Maybe a little more on Oscar’s since he’d had the last laugh, but seriously, he didn’t feel like reliving all that negativity for the sake of Franco’s feelings.
If there was one thing he appreciated about Franco’s text, it was that he hadn’t gone to Lando instead. That could’ve posed some more pressing issues. Oscar felt that he had gotten his point across well to Franco to stay the fuck out of things, but who knew if the young man would actually listen to the rational part of himself. It was a bit rich of Oscar to talk about rationality after everything he’d done.
After a few minutes of further contemplation of what Franco might possibly have to say, Oscar pushed himself off the massage table, groaning and exiting his room, making sure that no one was there to grab him for a chat or anything of the sort. He could hear some music coming from Lando’s room down the hall, which was a common race week occurrence. There was a door in the back of most of the hospitalities that led to a quieter area behind, which was where Oscar assumed Franco knew he wanted them to meet.
He’d assumed well. When Oscar opened the back door, there was Franco leaning against a pole, looking quite a bit flustered. He somehow appeared even more stressed when Oscar emerged from the building, his body immediately stiffening in some sort of unconscious reaction. He looked utterly nervous, which of course brought a smile to Oscar’s face as he stood in front of Franco with his arms crossed.
“Hello, mate,” Oscar said quite evenly, holding his smirk as Franco attempted to gather himself. “None of your dedicated fans followed you, I hope?”
“No, no. No one is here. Just me. And you.” There was an obvious stutter to Franco’s voice that he had not heard come out before. Oscar watched the young man’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed hard. “Thank you for letting us meet.” The confidence Oscar felt as he watched Franco’s every movement helped him to straighten his posture even further as he surveyed the Argentinian.
“Yeah. So? What’s this about, then?”
Franco lost his words for a moment. There were few people in the paddock, especially amongst the drivers, who knew him well at all, but Oscar had never once seen him act like how he was acting. The closest thing he could place to Franco’s current expression was when the Argentine had watched him pull his cock out of Lando and cum on his ass. Good moment, really.
But even then, this was different. “You said something to me, um, last week, when… when what happened, happened.”
“I said a lot of things. Not to you, mostly. Only said a few things in that direction,” Oscar chuckled, watching as Franco blushed. Whether that was from embarrassment or a bit of sick pleasure, who knew. “I would assure you I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, but I’m not.” His mouth went slack, eyes narrowed. If Franco couldn’t read how utterly annoyed he was, then that was his problem. “None of what I said to you mattered.”
There was a moment of silence. Franco looked as if he was thinking, his expression still somewhat mirroring that pathetic look he’d had from Oscar’s memory. There was something in it that seemed a bit different, though
Oscar finally placed that difference - there was something eager, desperate in his eyes. “But there was one thing. You said it, I remember it clearly. ‘Come again soon?’ Right as I left. And it stuck to me.”
“What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything,” Franco shuddered, and Oscar felt his entire body starting to heat up as he stood there. “I’m asking. I’m asking to be involved again. Please.”
It was rare that Oscar was caught completely at a loss for words. Even in his least composed moments, he still felt as though he always gave the appearance of being put together. And yet as he stood there in front of Franco and watched his pathetic, pleading stare, he felt anything but. All he could do was continue to stare at Franco and will his dick to keep as calm as he wished he felt.
Finally, he managed to swallow, desperately searching for some composure. “You want to be involved with us?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“And why do you think I owe you this?” Oscar muttered through his teeth, still trying to truly understand what Franco meant. The nerve of the guy to even suggest such a thing was beyond any comprehension, but for some odd reason, he somewhat respected his guts to try.
“I don’t think you owe me anything. I-I just wanted you to consider it.”
“So what, you want to just sit in the chair and watch again? Pretty boring, mate.” A bit cucky, I might add, though Oscar didn’t say that part aloud.
It came as only somewhat of a surprise when Franco shook his head. Oscar had assumed that when the word “involved” was introduced into the conversation, that meant truly involved. “That’s fine and all… but I was hoping for something else.” His face was as red as they came. Oscar was sure his own face was not looking as pale as usual. “I only ask for one time and then never again. I just want to know what it feels like.”
That moment was the first time that Oscar fully regretted getting himself involved with Franco in any sense. He could’ve just left it alone and let his jealous brain have a field day. But no! No, he’d had to let calm, cool Oscar Piastri become something he himself had not thought he could ever manage. And now, there he was, fighting off a fucked-up boner and watching some guy he’d not spoken to until a few weeks prior beg him for a spot between Lando and him. Fucking incredible. Just perfect.
So, of course, he said yes.
“I’ll ask Lando.” Oscar didn’t utter another word to the completely shocked Franco as he turned around and practically ran back inside the McLaren hospitality, rushing into his driver’s room before any unfortunate employee would have to see him blushing crimson and forcing his dick at ease with the hand in his pocket.
****
“He… what?”
“That’s what he told me.”
Lando blinked, then blinked again a few times as he tried to fathom what he had just been told. In reality, Oscar was still trying to fathom it too.
"Franco wants to have a threesome with us.”
The two of them were sitting on Oscar’s bed at the hotel, doing nothing in particular. Practice had come and gone without any significant occurrences other than the fact the Aussie had been considering Franco’s request the entire time he’d been in the car. Tom was probably starting to get more and more worried by all the virtually quiet sessions they’d been having in the past couple of weeks.
There was a deeply unsettling aura shared between the two as they sat there and considered Oscar’s statement. They both clearly needed a minute, maybe a few. Still, as he watched Lando’s face contort in confusion mixed with deliberation, he wondered if there was some part of his statement that hadn’t been so surprising.
Finally, Lando looked back over to Oscar, the two making eye contact. “He likes guys?” Oscar almost lost his composure, his eyes widening just a bit as he stared in disbelief.
“Is that really the first question that you think of? Seriously?” he half laughed in disbelief, shaking his head. Lando shrugged his shoulders, standing by his statement.
“I mean… I guess he was maybe the tiniest bit flirty to me a few times. But I always chalked it up to be that South American flair. The way they sometimes talk, it comes off as a little bit… extra. Y’know what I mean?”
Oscar sort of knew what he meant, but he just shook his head and smiled. Whatever helped Lando rationalize their situation, he would leave it to that. He quickly watched as his teammate’s humored expression turned a bit more serious as he once again considered the insanity that was what they were talking about at that very moment. “I actually don’t think the craziest thing is what Franco said. It’s more that you’re even telling me it.”
That caught him for a moment. “I prefer to be honest.” Just that one statement was dishonest in itself. Oscar had done more lying and scheming regarding Lando in the past couple of weeks than he had in their previous two years of knowing each other. “Why wouldn’t I tell you?”
“Just a little thing called jealousy. You’ve already shown it off to me,” Lando teased, causing Oscar to stiffen. Yes, that jealousy had been something Lando had noticed. However, what he had noticed and what Oscar had truly done to quell those feelings were two very different things.
To think that he was so willing to likely revisit those feelings in a much more intimate way was largely surprising. It was one thing to fuck Lando in front of Franco. It was certainly another thing to fuck Franco in front of Lando. And, to have Lando fuck Franco in front of him. Oscar couldn’t help but shuffle a bit uncomfortably where he lay.
“I think we ought to focus on the actual subject of this conversation.” Oscar pushed himself back against the headboard to try to relax, watching as Lando leaned onto his hip and the palm of his hand to listen intently. “You don’t seem that opposed.”
He really didn’t, but it was difficult to say there was much surprise regarding that. Lando shrugged his shoulders, looking to Oscar for guidance. “You’re the one that he told. I don’t know what you did to make him want to ask you, but that says enough to me that you should make the decision,” Lando responded almost too casually. “You lead, I follow.”
If only he knew. “Then… yeah, let’s do it.”
As if it were an unspoken request and agreement between the two of them, Oscar pulled out his phone, opening his short history of texts with Franco. Lando simply watched him curiously from where he was still leaning on his palm.
If you want to do this, you better come over now
Otherwise, you lose your opportunity
Hilton room 843
Franco Colapinto
i’m on the 6th floor
i’ll be there in less than 5
Since Lando was already looking at his conversation, all he did was nod his head. They’d already shared enough words about the situation that there wasn’t much more to say until Franco got there. And even then, Oscar wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to say to him. In a perfect world, nothing, though he was sure he would have to be somewhat cordial. After all, there was going to be one person in the room who was unaware of the reason why Franco wanted in in the first place.
Lando clucked his tongue, pushing himself off the bed for a moment. He stretched his arms up, tilting his head side to side as he did. Those sort of littles motions made him such an endearing character to Oscar. Although he had every right to look nervous, everything seemed to just roll on like normal for him. After a moment more of cracking a few joints, Lando turned back to look at his teammate, giving him a signature lopsided smile that spurred him to hop off the bed and meet him where he stood.
“I think this’ll be fun. Never done something like it before,” Lando murmured, and Oscar swallowed hard, leaning in to give his teammate a kiss on the lips that allowed him a moment to think about his response. That kiss turned into more of a commitment than a distraction, and quickly, Oscar found himself being pushed right back down onto the bed to resume his previous position.
When his back hit the mattress, he grunted, letting Lando climb on top of him and straddle his hips as he lay there. “Fun’s definitely a word to describe it,” Oscar muttered, letting Lando distract them both with kisses along his cheeks and down to his neck. “I mean, I hope it’s fun.” At even the mention of some positivity surrounding the situation, something started to tug in Oscar’s chest. Despite everything, he was still mad at Franco. For what? At that point, not much. Anything that he could’ve been mad at him for had been resolved in the worst of ways possible for the Argentinian, and yet, jealousy remained, jealousy that he was sure would spike the moment he saw Lando’s hands on him.
“Yo, Osc. You alive?” Oscar blinked at Lando’s words, looking up at him from where he was now leaning over with his nose but a few inches from the Aussie’s own. He probably hadn’t realized that he had been zoning out, thinking about everything. Focusing himself back on the situation at hand, Oscar brought his hands up to wrap around Lando’s back, pulling him against his chest so that the two were now separated by nothing but their shirts.
Oscar patted Lando’s back comfortingly a few times, feeling his teammate’s breath against his neck as they lay there. “Mhm.” Such a funny situation, having both Lando and Franco under his finger. Speaking of Franco, he heard his phone buzz on the nightstand. Surely that was a text signifying his arrival. Maybe Lando too figured as much as he pushed himself off of Oscar’s chest, rolling over onto his back so that his teammate could get up.
Sure enough, there was an expected text when Oscar grabbed for his phone.
here
“Mmm.” Oscar’s grunt of acknowledgement was enough for Lando to confirm his suspicions, and he watched as the Aussie started to walk over to the door. There was some sort of sick burst of confidence that hit Oscar like a truck, enough for him to forget about any sort of cautions he’d had before. No, this was his time to set things right finally. Yeah, he’d show Franco that his decision should not have been made so lightheartedly.
So when he opened the door and saw Franco’s eager expression staring back at him, that jealousy and disdain overpowered any sort of grace he might’ve been willing to give the young man. And to think he’d thought of him as a threat. Hah . He was a tool, if anything.
Before Oscar could say a word as he closed the door behind Franco, Lando was shouting from his spot on the bed. “I feel kinda offended that you’d ask Oscar for this and not me! Why’ve you been acting so weird lately? And then you ask this? You’re kinda odd, mate.” Lando’s rapidfire questions were met with a quiet, nervous laugh from Franco, though the moment he caught Oscar’s side-eye, he immediately composed himself. Don’t say anything you’ll regret. That was pretty much exactly what the Aussie’s stare told him and, if he wanted to enjoy himself even the slightest bit, he’d listen. Oscar continued to realize just how much power he held in the situation before him and, none to his surprise, it was starting to make his shorts feel very, very tight.
Cooling his power trip, Oscar escorted Franco in the direction of the bed, letting him sit down on the edge next to Lando’s legs. The Brit stared at Franco from where he was lying down, looking for some sort of explanation. Oscar had almost forgotten that Lando was the oblivious party in the room at the moment, and Franco seemed to only now be remembering that as well. “It’s nothing against you. I guess I was sort of in an… easier? Yeah, easier place to ask Oscar. I was never trying to avoid you on purpose,” Franco anxiously addressed Lando, those thinly-veiled half truths only just passing for reasonable.
Oscar watched in silence as Franco shuffled nervously when Lando sat up in bed and scooted up beside him. “Well, there’s no ignoring me after this. Can’t be awkward and all that or else I’ll feel like shit.” Lando threw his arm around Franco’s shoulder, pulling the two closer as he smiled a bit deviously. In a moment where he thought he’d feel nothing but the grips of jealousy, there was instead some slight appreciation that Oscar felt watching Lando take some initiative. It seemed to make Franco feel less nervous about everything, which was the perfect opportunity for Oscar to remind him that nothing about any of this was fun and games. Well, maybe to Lando it was, but not to him.
“Have you ever done this before?” Lando addressed Franco, who looked momentarily puzzled.
“Do you mean, like, eh, with a man? Or, with two men?”
Lando chuckled and even Oscar cracked a small smile. “Well, you tell us,” the Brit pressed, and Franco looked to lose his cool a bit knowing he’d have to speak from experience.
“Um… y-yes to a man. No to multiple.”
“Bottomed?”
“Y-Yes.”
He sounded ashamed about that. Oscar’s cock twitched in his underwear, though he maintained eye contact with Franco as the young man seemed to expect the next steps of things would be explained to him. Lando cleared his throat, patting Franco on the shoulder.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’ll make it fun. Getch’ur clothes off and lie on your stomach.” Oh, Oscar would certainly make it fun. Fun for himself, yes, and maybe a bit fun for Lando, but for Franco? Fun was not the first thing that came to his head when he thought about what they were about to do. It was as if Franco could read Oscar’s mind, the way that he looked up at him like he knew that Lando’s words held little weight.
Oscar took a moment to reflect as he watched Franco undress, gingerly tugging off his shirt and then kicking off his pants and underwear. He was already hard, desperately so. Yet earnest and willing, he committed so easily to Lando’s request, pinning his cock underneath himself as he laid down. Some sick part of Oscar considered that willingness to be a product of his own doing. Maybe, just maybe, he’d reshaped that cocky version of Franco who had wanted nothing more than to appeal to Lando as confident and cool into this current Franco, who was now laying naked on the bed with his ass up and Lando’s palm resting on it. He’d begged for it, pleaded for it. Not a lot of confidence there, really.
There was already lube on the nightstand from antics earlier in the week, and so Oscar snatched it and chucked it to Lando. The Brit seemed slightly surprised that he was being tasked with most of the work. “You want me to?”
“Yeah.” He watched as Lando squirted lube on his fingers, coaxing Franco to spread his legs slightly and relax onto his stomach. It wasn’t as if Lando wasn’t capable, but maybe he’d thought that with Oscar being the one Franco had inquired to, that he would’ve ended up being a bit on the backburner.
That, in fact, was not Oscar’s plan. He watched closely as Lando pressed a finger inside Franco, the noise that emitted from him muffled by the pillow he was hugging in his arms for comfort. Allowing Lando to take the lead was somehow quelling Oscar’s jealousy. He drank in that feeling of watching his partner take the lead, aware that Franco knew that no matter how much power Lando felt in their situation, the two of them were simply pawns in the grand scheme of things.
It was almost as if Franco could tell what Oscar was thinking at that moment from the way he turned his head slightly to focus through his slight delirium on where he stood and observed them. Lando added another finger, making Franco tense in the middle of their eye contact, his teeth gritting. Oscar took a moment to kick off his shorts and throw off his shirt, keeping his underwear on despite how much he was straining against them.
Briefly, he leaned in to whisper to Lando as he scissored Franco open, making sure he was well-prepared. “I’d prefer it if you take the back.”
“That’s fine with me,” he grunted, and Oscar scanned his eyes down to where Lando’s fingers curled inside Franco’s hole, making him whimper pathetically. “Any particular reason why? I’ve not topped in a bit, might be rusty.”
“Not really. Just thought you might have more fun,” he replied with a small smile. I want to watch him sob on my cock.
Lando shrugged, pulling his fingers out of Franco and wiping the excess lube off on the back of the Argentinian’s exposed thigh. “You’re right, I think I probably will. Franco, get on your knees, yeah?” Lando’s dominance was soft but commanding, sending a shiver up Oscar’s spine. It certainly wasn’t that same jealousy he was feeling, but god did he feel crazy. Franco eased up onto his knees, his arms still wrapped around the pillow to support his front half. While Lando took a moment to kick off his clothes and look around for a condom, Oscar took the opportunity to get up onto the bed.
At first, he acted like Franco was barely there as he leaned back against the headboard, bending one knee and resting his arm against it. He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes. He had to stay focused on what he needed to do. Oscar considered himself a good person. He was gracious, kind, and mature. Still, he felt as if that questionable part of him that had been pulling the strings lately was vindicated beyond belief when he looked down and saw Franco’s eyes peek up at him from where his face was pressed into the pillow. He remembered just how good it had felt watching all that smugness wash away in real time.
Oscar patted his unbent thigh. “C’mon.” Wordlessly, Franco pushed the pillow to the side, scooting himself up the bed slightly with a few shuffles of his bent knees. “Closer.” He pulled himself on his elbows until his face was between Oscar’s inner thighs. He was breathing heavily, not looking up at Oscar, which was certainly on purpose. “Kiss it.” Franco knew where. With another shaky breath, he leaned forward, kissing where Oscar’s underwear covered his cock. It was just lightly, but Oscar felt himself tense, especially when Franco did it again, a few times more, mouthing over the fabric messily.
When Oscar’s eyes moved back up from where they were focused on the back of Franco’s head, Lando, who was now fully naked, was climbing onto the bed, a condom held between his fingers. He looked down curiously at the sight before him. Oscar wondered if he was a bit surprised about Franco’s willingness to submit. In a sense, so was he.
“Take these off for me.” Oscar immediately reeled himself back into the situation, addressing where Franco was still mouthing and licking his underwear, quickly making his cock feel far too sensitive. His request was quickly completed when shaky fingers tucked under his waistband, Oscar lifting himself up and straightening his legs to be a little bit helpful. “He’s quite good at this, isn’t he?”
“Quite. Almost a little too good. You’re sure you’ve not done anything like this before?” Lando joked, leaning his head around to look at where Franco was staring at where Oscar’s cock hung in front of him. His mouth was parted slightly, eyes almost glazed over in anticipation. Oscar credited himself with that look; it had almost been too easy to put him in such a state. A bit of pride in himself swelled in his chest as he watched Franco regain slight consciousness to answer Lando.
“M-Maybe in a sense I have.” Franco looked up at Oscar and Oscar’s eyes were already there to meet his own, searing into him until he looked back down. “I… but no, I haven’t. Not really.”
No further questions were necessary. Oscar reached one of his hands out, grabbing a clump of Franco’s hair and practically pulling him forward. A rude action, but necessary. With little resistance, Franco wrapped his lips around the head of Oscar’s cock, mouthing the slit and running his tongue against it.
“Yeah, like that,” Oscar grunted lightly, gritting his teeth. He wanted to say dirty things to Franco like he never had before, to tell him all the things that he thought of him, but he had to wait. To test the waters, see where Lando took things as well. But even without words, Franco knew. He knew that he was there only as a fulfillment to a fantasy, and his mouth on Oscar’s cock was nothing more than confirmation of that.
While Franco busied himself, Lando took that as an opportunity to spread his ass from behind, pressing inside him slowly. There was a slight choke around Oscar’s cock, a bit of saliva running down the shaft and Franco’s chin as well. Dirty, messy. Just how he wanted it to be. Franco sputtered a bit, groaning as Oscar’s hand in his hair dragged him down further to force plenty of inches down his throat.
At the same time, Lando kept up a smooth rhythm of thrusts from behind, groaning under his breath as his cock was swallowed inside with each buck of his hips. Maybe he was a little jealous that Lando got to have all of that to himself. Still, he felt extra lucky to be able to lock eyes with Franco as the Argentinian looked up at him pathetically, eyes wet and cheeks already stained with tears as he throated his cock.
Oscar looked for a word to describe how everything felt. Cathartic? Yes, but no. Pleasurable? Of course, but that wasn’t fully it. He swallowed hard, and for the first time since Franco had entered the room, a smirk tugged at his mouth.
It felt… domineering. Yes, that was it. Like nothing else ever had before. He wet his lips, watching as Lando’s thrusts got strong enough that Franco was forced onto his cock as his body was pressed forward.
“Feels fucking amazing,” Lando almost laughed, gripping his fingers into the flesh of Franco’s hips as he buried himself as deep into him as he could go. The lips around Oscar’s cock whined pathetically, and he felt himself twitch at the sound. “Got such a nice ass.”
“Nice mouth too,” Oscar grunted in return, and he didn’t hesitate to shove Franco’s head down until he felt the brief brush of skin against his groin before he let the Argentinian have a moment of rest to pull his mouth entirely off. What a beautiful sight to watch him choke and cough as Lando continued to lay into him from the back. Tears dripped down his cheeks and his chin was wet with saliva as he breathed heavily, trying to find any semblance of decorum.
“He’s choking on my dick worse than you,” the Aussie joked at Franco’s expense, listening to his hoarse breaths as Lando laughed.
“I’ve never done it like that, though.” They both chuckled, and Oscar wondered how Franco felt being embarrassed in front of the man who he’d once been obsessed with. Probably felt pretty demeaning. He watched as the young man’s elbows shook desperately as he continued to hold himself up, eyes flitting up to look at Oscar. In any normal situation, it might have seemed as if he was looking for praise. Yet Franco knew better than anyone that none such thing was coming. No, he was looking for forgiveness. To finally, truly show Oscar that he had won and that his fantasy was fulfilled.
Oscar felt some of his composure leave him. “Don’t ever think I didn’t know it would get to this point.” His voice was shaky, but drilled the point home. "Say you love it when I treat you like this."
Franco paused, heaving a deep breath. "I love it."
"And when you know he's watching you do this for me?"
"I love it." There was no pause that time. Satisfied, Oscar asked no more questions. There was no need to; he understood it all very clearly as he gripped Franco's hair and pulled him back onto his cock, letting him lick the shaft and mouth around the tip desperately. Lando looked at him momentarily, maybe curious about the exchange of words, but if he was, he didn’t speak up, focusing back on quickening his thrusts as he chased his climax. When Franco had taken Oscar’s cock back in his mouth, he'd felt too that he couldn’t hold on for too much longer. He had nothing left to prove, and maybe that was part of why he felt no shame in cumming far earlier than Lando, spilling over Franco’s tongue as he held his mouth firmly around Oscar’s cock until he popped off with a smack of his lips and a deep, shaky breath.
It was a bit ironic to think about the fact that everything had begun with Franco making fun of him for cumming quick. Well, he knew better now than to utter anything except a choked moan as Lando came, pushing his hips flush against Franco’s ass so harshly that they both flinched a bit.
He looked at Oscar when Lando came. Even as tears ran down his cheeks, he didn’t break eye contact for even a second.
“Fuck, that was good,” Lando mumbled, pulling out of Franco and tossing the condom in a trashcan by the nightstand. “You feeling okay, Franco?”
Before he could say anything, Oscar grabbed onto Franco’s shoulder, pushing him over so that he fell onto his back. Revealed underneath him was cum splattered on his stomach from where he’d came on himself. Although it would’ve been quite obvious that he’d cum untouched in any circumstance, he looked utterly embarrassed at the fact Oscar had forcefully rearranged him to show it off.
“He asked you a question,” Oscar mumbled, and Franco snapped back to reality, his eyes darting to meet Oscar’s despite Lando having asked the original question. “Did you enjoy it?” Even though he’d just cum, he still felt that delirious twist in his gut when Franco nodded his head quickly, almost desperately.
Pushing himself to a sitting position, Franco winced when he ass uncomfortably pressed against the bed. “I’m fine. It was great. Thank you both,” he said quickly, forcing himself off the bed and bending over quickly to gather his clothes. Lando looked a bit taken aback by his attitude, looking over to Oscar quickly, though the Aussie just shrugged. There was nothing to say, really. Or, rather, nothing to say to Lando. Everything he felt was fit only for his own mind.
The two McLaren drivers sat on the bed and watched as Franco scurried to get all his clothes on, almost tripping over himself a few times. “You don’t want to rest for a few minutes? Have some water or anything?” Lando offered, and Franco shook his head forcefully, pulling on his shirt backwards, which humored Oscar.
“N-No, I forgot I had something to do with the team. I have to go change,” he stuttered, struggling through his discomfort after giving himself no time to rest and recover. Oscar hoped that that supposed team meeting would give him some time to reflect on how little he mattered in the scheme of things. And maybe, just maybe, he’d have the brainpower to realize that his antics were officially buried forever. Not a threat, as Oscar had said to himself many times, and he could say that with even more certainty than ever. Not a threat, never a threat.
“I have to go. Thanks again. Really appreciated it. Felt very good.” Those stuttered-out sentences left a sweet feeling in Oscar’s mouth as he and Lando watched the Argentinian scramble for the door, placing his hand on the handle.
He looked back once more. Oscar smiled at him.
The door slammed behind him as he exited the room in a flurry. Lando blinked, looking over at Oscar with a puzzled expression. Obviously, he was a bit miffed. “Kinda rude of him to bust outta here while we’re still ass naked.”
“You heard the man. Very important team meeting, can’t miss it for the world,” Oscar replied, patting Lando on the shoulder. He watched him stand up off the bed and stretch his arms above his head, admiring the muscles in his back as they rippled. It was a surprise he hadn’t felt more strong emotions watching Lando fuck Franco silly, but he took a moment to silently thank his compatriot for assisting him so perfectly.
It seemed his work was finally done. Whatever version of himself he had dealt with for the past couple of weeks, he could finally put it to rest. That was, until he needed it again. Who knew if Franco would truly take all of what he’d experienced as a lesson instead of as a challenge. Cocky little shit. Well, he’d keep that on the back burner for now.
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