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They’re both far tipsier and in far too risky a country to do what they both clearly are trying to do but Oscar doesn’t seem to mind, so Lando doesn’t mind either. There’s been this thick and cloudy tension since the second Lando ran into the horde of papaya waiting for him, so he’s not going to let this opportunity slip him by.
Oscar presses him against the wall, mere inches away from his hotel room door. They probably shouldn’t be doing this in the hallway, but who cares? They’re world champions, baby! Leaning up on his tiptoes, Lando presses his lips to Oscar’s, humming delightfully when Oscar instantly deepens the kiss, his fingers pressing into Lando’s hips and waist.
Lando’s own hands are threaded into Oscar’s hair and he’s tugging nonstop, eagerly pushing and pulling Oscar about to intensify the kiss. When the need for air becomes too much, they part, lust filled eyes meeting.
“My room, now.” Oscar says, momentarily releasing Lando’s waist to fumble about for his keycard. Lando watches it all with what is probably a dopey, lovesick expression on his face, but why should Lando care when he knows Oscar looks at him the exact same way?
When the door finally swings open, Oscar tugs Lando in, pressing him up against the door the second it shuts. Their mouths meet again instantly, Oscar’s fingers creeping under Lando’s fireproof top. Both of them are still completely decked out in their racing gear but Lando doesn’t mind.
They have fucked in it before, after all.
“Get this off.” Oscar murmurs against Lando’s lips, before he pulls away, fingers already tugging his own fireproof top off and over his head. Lando follows suit, kicking all his racing gear to one side, before instantly pressing his lips to Oscar’s again the second he can.
“Fuck.” Lando groans, throwing his head back when Oscar’s lips start to attack his skin. They can’t leave any marks lest they be caught out for their debauchery but even just the brushes of Oscar’s lips on his neck are making Lando’s cock harder and harder and he can already tell he won’t last long at all. “Osc, come on. F-fuck me.” Lando whimpers.
Oscar pulls away, eyes hazy and dripping with lust. Lando wants to drop to his knees and service this man for the rest of his life. Instead, he bats his lashes up at Oscar, hoping to entice him into doing something.
“We can’t. We have no materials, Lan.” Oscar says, eyes wide and frantic. Lando smirks and tugs Oscar down to his eye level. Not very far, but it’s enough to make Oscar blush something gorgeous.
“We’ve fucked with just spit before and besides… maybe I want your cum in me this time.” Lando whispers and Oscar groans, dropping his head down. He nearly knocks Lando out with the movement, but he just about misses. Lando wouldn’t have minded.
“Do you trust me?” Oscar says when he lifts his head up to meet Lando’s gaze. Lando nods, leaning in to kiss Oscar once more. Oscar murmurs a small ‘jump’ against his lips and Lando does, head filling with fluff when Oscar doesn’t stumble with his weight.
Oscar carries them somewhere before Lando’s back is being pressed against a wall, the cool temperature of the paint contrasting sharply with his heat-flushed skin. Oscar’s tongue presses into his mouth, exploring every dip and crevice, and Lando eagerly lets him, slowly grinding against Oscar’s front.
“You know,” Oscar pants. “I wanted to fuck in my room for a reason.” Lando tilts his head to one side, gasping when Oscar starts kissing at his skin again. Never one to miss an opportunity, the bastard.
“W-why’s that?” Lando slurs. His thighs tighten around Oscar’s waist as he angles his head back more, giving Oscar even more space to play with. God bless neck training is all he has to say. Oscar pulls away, his lips slick with spit and oh so enticing to Lando’s horny brain.
“My balcony… it’s pretty secluded. Has a nice view too. Would be better if I fucked you in front of it.” Oscar says, his eyes hazy and clouded over. Lando whimpers at the idea of Oscar fucking him so publicly in such a risky way, but the idea seems too appetising to deny, so he latches his lips onto Oscar’s again.
“If we get caught, I’m blaming it on the alcohol.” Lando says when he pulls away. Oscar carefully drops him to his feet with a chuckle before heading over to the sliding door, the balcony visible on the other side.
Sure enough, as Lando steps outside, he notices that Oscar’s balcony seems pretty hard to view from a multitude of different angles. He fakes a stretch before leaning over said balcony, turning back to look at Oscar over his shoulder, his gaze demure yet inviting.
“You coming or what?” Lando says, swaying his hips lightly. Oscar groans and starts jerking himself off. Normally Lando would be upset that Oscar seems to be preferring his hand to Lando’s ass right now, he can’t deny that the sight (and the reasoning) is something delicious indeed.
Oscar steps through the doorway soon enough. He stands behind Lando, bracing one hand on the railing. His other hand comes up to Lando’s mouth and Lando eagerly parts his lips, sucking on Oscar’s fingers. He keeps it as wet and messy as he can, knowing it’s all for his benefit.
When Oscar seems satisfied, he pulls his fingers out, quickly pushing one into Lando’s tight heat. Lando groans, dropping his head down onto the cool balcony railing, pressing back against Oscar’s finger.
“Taking me so well, Lan, fuck.” Oscar groans behind him, a second finger nudging against Lando’s rim before it’s pushing in alongside the first. Lando whimpers softly, careful not to make too much noise in fear of getting caught.
“H-hurry up…” Lando whines. Oscar coos at him before pushing his third finger in, stretching them out to make sure Lando is properly prepped. It’s always going to burn a tiny bit without lube but, if Lando had to admit it, he really likes the sting.
“Ready?” Oscar says from behind him, his fingers pulling free from Lando’s hole. Lando looks around at the starry sky and all the people miles below who have no idea what’s happening above them, before he looks back at Oscar.
“I’m ready.” Oscar pushes in slowly, each inch of his length making Lando’s breath stutter and hitch. He whimpers when Oscar’s hips press snug against his ass, clenching around Oscar’s thick length. “Fuck.”
“I know, baby, I know. It’ll feel better soon, I promise.” Oscar soothes, mapping out a path of gentle kisses along Lando’s shoulder blades. It calms Lando and before long, he’s shifting backwards, a whispered plea for Oscar to move falling from his lips.
“Please.”
Oscar starts moving his hips at that, fucking into Lando’s tight heat. He’s holding onto Lando’s waist tightly, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left behind once the night is over, and Lando’s covering his mouth to prevent his noises from leaking out into the nighttime air.
It’s hardly working. Each moan and whimper and whine seems to fizzle right through Lando’s fingertips, falling into the air as loud as they would be if they were uncovered. Oscar’s own grunts and groans sound out behind him, so he doesn’t feel too bad about it.
“C-close, Osc.” Lando mewls sweetly, arching back against Oscar’s frame. Oscar wraps an arm around Lando’s waist, pressing him closer as he bites down on Lando’s shoulders.
“Me too. Cum for me, baby.” Oscar murmurs and after a few particularly sharp thrusts that nail Lando’s prostate dead on, he cums, clenching around Oscar as he thrashes and moans, all too aware that he’s being far louder than he should be. “S-so good for me, huh?”
“Please… c-cum in me, Osc.” Lando mewls. Oscar curses and sinks his teeth into Lando’s shoulder sharply before cumming, each pulse of his cock making Lando’s body twitch and shake, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Oscar gently cages Lando against the balcony, panting against Lando’s neck as he tries to calm down. Lando’s no better, his legs shaking even as he remains stationary. His heart is thumping in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and it feels like he’s back in the car again, watching as the checkered flag waves for him and his first place finish.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Oscar murmurs quietly moments later. Lando hums softly, a small wince falling from his lips when Oscar pulls out. Oscar kisses between his shoulder blades before he’s turning Lando around and hugging him close. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Lando whispers in turn. Oscar’s not normally the one to get all sappy and soft like Lando does, but it’s always a delight when it does happen, Lando’s stomach rapidly filling with butterflies.
“For being the best teammate ever. For winning today when I couldn’t. For loving me. Just… thank you.” Oscar continues. Lando hears a small sniffle come from Oscar, and he starts to cry as well, tears trailing shiny tracks down his tan skin as he pulls Oscar closer, one hand cradling the back of his head.
“I should be the one thanking you, Osc. For being my longest lasting teammate. For helping me with the WCC and even the WDC. For loving me too. Thank you, Oscar.” Lando says, gently brushing through Oscar’s sweaty hair. They should probably head back inside and clean up, Oscar’s cum trickling down Lando’s leg being a rather pertinent reminder of that, but Lando can’t bring himself to move right now.
Distantly, two stars wink down at them.