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Over the break, Lando and Oscar have discovered a few things about each other. One is that Lando is never still. Oscar has no idea why he even acted shocked to learn this information because it makes complete sense. It just also has made his life a living hell. Sometimes, all he wants to do is curl up and take a little cat nap, and instead of Lando joining him, he begs and pleads for Oscar to take him on little adventures around town.
There are times where Lando gets pulled into bed or on top of Oscar on the couch, and they nap together. Lando snoring in Oscar’s ear, his curls tickling Oscar’s nose. Pure bliss! But most times, Lando isn't having it. With no racing obligations, he is bored out of his mind 24/7 and will not shut up about it.
The thing is that not only does Lando want Oscar to accompany him on his adventures, he also wants him to drive. It goes like this:
“Can you drive to the [insert destination here] tonight?”
“Again? Babyyyy. I’m tired of driving.”
“Pleaseeee, Osc. I’ll drive back if you drive there.” (A lie…)
“Fine. Just get in the car.” (…that he falls for every time.)
***
One day, Lando can tell Oscar needs his alone time, so he leaves him with a big smooch and goes out all by himself. After grabbing a snack and a mandatory fun drink, he finds himself at a craft store. Not that he is particularly crafty, but these stores are so big, it’s easy to just walk around and look at everything for hours.
He slowly browses the aisles, walking by what appears to be nearly a million types of pens, cardstock, puzzles, wall decor, yarn, jewelry making supplies, and everything else under the sun. His eyes follow all the glitter and the bright colors, and he feels like a little kid enraptured by shiny things.
On the way in, he had grabbed a cart for the cup holder. But he also definitely knew he would be tempted to purchase tons of random things he doesn’t need, so he might as well just not fight back.
Soon, the cart is overflowing with little trinkets and gifts for Oscar and crafts they can do together. At first, he tried to be rational with his picks and ask himself if he or Oscar really needed whatever the dumb thing was. But now, an hour and a half in, he has fully succumbed and is picking up anything that catches his eye.
The next enticing area is a huge wall full of nothing but stickers. His eyes go wide, and he marvels at all the assorted colors and textures and themes and sets. There are full books of stickers, and there are single pages. There are flat ones and raised ones. There’s glitter, there’s metallic, there’s foil. Everything and nothing is stealing his focus. Until his eyes land on a section that has sticker sheets with just letters on them. There are all different sizes and colors and fonts of letters. His gaze shifts upward to the very top row, and he immediately spots the ones he wants. Small letters made of rhinestones. They instantly remind him of a video he saw just that morning of a girl who used those to plaster her name on the passenger side mirror of her boyfriend’s car.
A sly, very Grinch-like smile takes over his face, and he suddenly needs to get home immediately and carry out his new idea. He absolutely must claim his rightful spot as Oscar’s passenger princess using rhinestone letters.
Speed is of the essence, suddenly. He grabs a couple packs off of the rack just to be safe and briskly heads towards the checkout. And of course, the self-checkout is closed, so he has to wait in line for the one register they have open. Instagram distracts him for a while, but then he sees Oscar there, and the excitement comes back, bubbling under his skin. Almost like he was summoned, Oscar texts him.
O: Just woke up :/
Checked your location why are you buying arts and crafts
That makes Lando laugh under his breath. He is going to hate to see how much stuff Lando bought for no reason at all.
L: mornin love
idk just ended up here and aimlessly walked around for a couple hours
i missed youuu be home soon <3
O: Reckon by that you mean you bought loads of shit
L: now does that sound like somethin i’d do
Just as he sends his message, it is finally his turn at the register. He carefully places all his treasures onto the belt to be scanned. He smiles when he sees the rhinestone letters, just giddy to get back and embark on his project.
Once he has paid a pretty penny for purchases Oscar will assuredly make fun of, he is on his way back home.
As he ponders how he will go about this endeavor, he remembers there’s a spare key for Oscar’s car on his key ring, meaning he can sneak in there and do it without Oscar knowing. Perfect.
He speeds up, almost bouncing in his seat from excitement. He almost blows through a stop sign but returns to his senses just in time to stop.
There’s always been a layer of his and Oscar’s relationship that thrives on possessiveness. From both sides. It’s not just rhinestone letters; it’s not just the title of passenger princess. It’s the idea that he’s claiming an entire seat in a car that isn’t even his. A seat that other people are completely entitled to sit in. Spelling his name in a place that won’t be seen by everyone, but could be seen by anyone is thrilling to him. Using delicate rhinestones to leave his mark where he wants it.
If he really had his way, no one would ever sit there again, but that’s crazy, so he will settle for his name stuck to the mirror.
This is Lando saying, this is mine, the mirror, the seat, and Oscar.
Arms full of treasures and sticker sheets in hand, Lando unlocks Oscar’s car and gingerly sits in the passenger seat. He places all his things next to him and removes the stickers from their plastic prison. His fingers trace the different letters and symbols, enjoying the sensory experience of the rhinestones before he gets down to business. His eyes drift to the ‘L’, and he carefully peels it off of the plastic, heart twinging with joy. He flips the visor down and unveils the mirror. A toothy grin appears in his line of sight, and he breathes out a laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Him acting like he is on a spy mission while Oscar is probably eating snacks in bed, unbothered.
He stares at himself for a second, pondering if he should really do this in his boyfriend’s expensive car but ultimately decides it’s worth it. He visualizes where he wants the letters to go and gets to work. With quivering fingers, he places the ‘L’ along the bottom edge of the mirror, all the way in the left corner. He thought about attempting to center it, but he would probably fuck that up, so this is easier. With gentle pressure, he presses it down making sure that it’s stuck properly.
Going well so far, so he peels up the ‘A’ and sticks it next to ‘L’. His index finger brushes over the letters, and his breath stutters. He sits back and focuses his eyes on the letters and then his face next to them. This might be affecting him a bit more than he anticipated. Here, alone, in Oscar’s car, placing little rhinestone stickers on his mirror that spell out his own name, he feels overwhelmed with feelings of exhilaration, and maybe something like arousal. Not sure, but there’s just something about this situation that’s really doing it for him.
Before he gets too caught up in his reverie, he places the ‘N’, ‘D’, and ‘O’, ensuring each one is lined up correctly and properly stuck. He looks back at the sticker sheets and makes the last-minute decision to add a little heart at the end. God, that’s gross. But Oscar will love it.
Once he is satisfied with his work, he snaps a picture of himself and his name that will live in his favorites folder for when he needs to be reminded who the fuck he is and whose the fuck he is.
Next order of business is getting Oscar to see it. He did not think this far. The way he sees it, there are a few options: calling Oscar down to come look now, showing him a picture once he gets upstairs, or just waiting for the next time they take his car somewhere, and Lando would show him then.
After not much thought at all, he decides to just make Oscar come down and see now.
L: come help me carry my shit
parked next to you
O: Maybe if you ask a little nicer
L: ugh
pleaseeeee osc
O: Fine. Gimme a sex
I meant sec…
Oscar should win an award for the world’s most poorly timed typo because it only worsens Lando’s situation. He zones out, getting lost in his depraved fantasies before he’s interrupted by Oscar’s voice.
“Uhhh. What’re you doing in my car?”
Lando blinks his eyes into focus and scrambles to get his bearings. He looks up at Oscar’s forever neutral face, and he grins stupidly. Oscar’s brow furrows, and that makes Lando smile harder.
“I have to show you something,” he says excitedly.
Oscar looks unimpressed as usual. He has learned to not be surprised by any of Lando’s antics. He softly nods in acknowledgement as Lando crooks his finger, telling Oscar to walk around to where he is.
When Oscar makes it to the passenger side, Lando pulls him closer by his shirt and points at the mirror with a blinding smile on his face.
The look of recognition on Oscar’s face lights a fire inside Lando. But Oscar is silent for one second too long, causing a sudden nervousness to flutter in Lando’s chest.
“Baby…” Oscar breathes out.
Lando begins to ramble. “D’ya hate it? I can take them off…if you want. I just thought-”
Oscar reaches out with his right hand and tips Lando’s chin up, caressing his jaw. When they make eye contact, Lando goes glassy-eyed, and Oscar rubs his thumb over his bottom lip.
Lando’s heart rate speeds up, and his mouth involuntarily falls open a bit. He watches Oscar’s gaze travel from his eyes down to his thumb parting Lando’s lips and gently pulling his bottom lip down. It’s as if he’s testing how far Lando will let him go. Already putty in his hands, Lando would go as far as Oscar wanted to take him.
Oscar grips his jaw and leans in to kiss him. A satisfied sigh escapes from Lando’s mouth into Oscar’s.
When they part, Oscar finally says, “I love it, baby. Can you move so I can sit down and see it better?”
He gently urges Lando to stand, but Lando isn’t feeling that, so he pulls Oscar down to his lap. “Nah, this is good,” Lando replies when Oscar is comfortably seated. As comfortable as he can be squeezed into the car on top of another person.
He makes a “hmph” sound and accepts his fate. Just like Lando did a few minutes prior, he brushed his fingers over the letters, feeling the texture and appreciating the gesture.
Lando’s heart is beating against Oscar’s back, rapid thump-thumps he swears he can hear.
“Beautiful,” Oscar says quietly.
The nervous flutters are dissipating and turning back to exhilaration. Lando shakes the fog out of his brain. There’s an audible smirk on his face when he asks, “The name tag or me?”
Oscar chuckles. “Both.”
“You’re not mad I vandalized your car?” Lando asks, half-joking.
“Nah. I love that you wanted to stake your claim on my passenger seat. It’s so cute that you take it that seriously.” He maneuvers to a position where he can see Lando again. His eyes are still a little glassy when they meet Oscar’s.
“Not cute. This is serious business,” he responds, trying to sound convincing. “Want people to know this is my spot.”
Oscar laughs again. “You’re right, love. It is your spot. Your choice of rhinestone letters is very effective, as well. Very flashy. Surely no one will be confused now.”
Lando pinches Oscar’s side, bringing a yelp out of him. He puckers his lips and leans forward, silently asking for a kiss. Oscar would never leave him hanging, so he leans down as best he can and hums into his lips, giving him an audible mwah type of kiss.
“Can I be honest?” He then asks.
“Always,” Lando says easily.
“This whole display of whatever this is is kinda turning me on,” Oscar admits, blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Wow, I am so glad you said that, Osc. Because I have been turned on ever since I finished doing it pretty much.”
The sense of urgency hits him, and he pushes Oscar off of him. “Alright. Grab my stuff, and let’s go upstairs. Go, go, go!”
Oscar tries to argue as he stumbles trying to stand up. “Wait, why do I have to carry all your shit?”
“Don’t be silly. I’ll get the sticker sheets,” Lando replies with full sincerity, unblinking.
Oscar grumbles but gives in, knowing better than to keep pushing it. He loads his arms up with Lando’s bags as Lando picks up exactly two packs of stickers.
Oscar huffs, slightly exaggerating how heavy the bags are. “Alright, let’s go, my passenger princess.”
Lando can feel the tips of his ears get hot, followed by his cheeks. Oscar pretends not to notice.
***
Oscar’s on him the second the bags hit the table. His hands are reaching for every part of Lando he can find, and Lando’s the same. The air is thick, and the silence in the room amplifies the obscene noises leaving both their mouths.
It’s not that Lando was planning on Oscar having this reaction, but it is definitely a welcome side effect. He could not be more elated to be in this moment doing this right now.
He sucks in a sharp breath when Oscar’s teeth drag along his bottom lip, gently pulling him forward. A shiver that brings goosebumps to his skin runs through him when Oscar bites down. God, he loves to bite, and Lando loves it just as much.
With great effort, Lando finds his voice to whisper out, “Bed?”
Oscar nods and pushes Lando towards the bedroom, smacking his ass on the way. Even the slightest touch feels electric right now. Lando yelps, his skin stinging. Everything feels so good, it’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s perfect. He is (lightly) shoved down onto the bed, and his skin might as well be sizzling everywhere Oscar touches.
He looks up at Oscar with wide eyes and notes how he’s taking heaving breaths, like he’s already just as keyed up. To Lando’s great joy, Oscar begins to undress himself, giving Lando unspoken permission to do so himself. His movements stutter as he lays eyes on Oscar’s arms, and his legs, and his stomach, and his chest….all of him. He wants to cup his chest, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, and frankly, he wants his cock in his mouth right now.
Oscar tells him no when he asks.
The frustration gets the better of him, and he whines, which he knows Oscar hates.
That look flashes across Oscar’s face, and he says, “Stop whining. Don’t I always make sure you get what you need?”
Lando thinks it’s a rhetorical question, but apparently it’s not because then, Oscar spits out, “Answer me.”
Stuttering through it, Lando answers, “Y-yes you…you do.”
At first he thought it was cringe, when Oscar told him he was good. But they both quickly realized it was something Lando needed. All he wants is to be good. For Oscar, for the team, for the world. Too often, all he hears from the world is that he’s anything but.
But Oscar always thinks he is. Every time he says it, he knows he means it. So when he leans forward, caresses his jaw, and says, “Very good,” Lando reckons gravity is working overtime to keep him tethered to the ground.
Lando slides himself up the bed, reaching out for Oscar to follow him. The desire is burning them both up inside. Just to be a bit more torturous, Oscar doesn’t immediately follow him to the head of the bed. Instead, he nestles in between his legs and picks one of them up to leave kisses from his ankle all the way up to the crease of his thigh. He does the same to the other. Ankle, calf, lingering on the sensitive inside of his knee, all over the meatiest part of his thigh, up to where thigh meets pelvis.
The whimpers leaving Lando’s mouth fan the flame in Oscar’s chest. He runs his hands up Lando’s sides, dipping down to sink his teeth into his hip. Lando groans, making Oscar smile into his skin.
If Lando were more aware of his surroundings, he would tell Oscar to fuck off and stop smiling at his pain, but all he can do right now is groan. He gains some semblance of control over his body, and he blinks his eyes open, searching for Oscar. He finds him hovering over his body, staring at the bruise forming on his hip. Lando looks further down and sees past Oscar’s feigned nonchalance on account of the weapon hanging between his legs, hard as ever.
Oscar must feel his eyes on him because he looks up, and they lock eyes. He doesn’t know what possesses him to do it, but Lando whimpers out a sad excuse for a “Please.”
A smug grin covers Oscar’s face, and he tilts his head. The single curl at the front of his hair flips as he asks, “Please what?”
Lando flushes from the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes because he doesn’t even have an answer. He’s inhaling and exhaling quick, short breaths, fighting for his life to keep the blood flowing through his body. He’s in no position to be answering questions right now, so he mumbles something completely unintelligible, and Oscar takes pity on him.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” he says, reassuring him.
Lando breathes out a sigh of relief that he doesn’t have to work his brain harder to think of responses. He loves when Oscar is rough with him, but it’s even better when he treats him like he’s something precious. Every kiss pressed into his skin is special, and every soft caress of his face makes him shiver with delight.
Oscar grips one of Lando’s hands and intertwines their fingers, squeezing to help him stay grounded. He brings their hands up to rest next to Lando’s head as he moves to lie on top. Lando’s chest is heaving as Oscar tenderly kisses his forehead and his cheeks as if he can’t feel Lando straining and throbbing under him.
He moves down to his collarbone, sliding his tongue over the sharp points. Again, he bites down, hard enough to sting but not so hard that he takes a chunk out of Lando’s skin, even though he wishes he could sometimes. Lando’s skin always smells so good and tastes even better. If it wasn’t an act of literal violence, he would bite chunks out of Lando everywhere he could reach.
Lando hisses, and his back arches off the bed. “God, that hurts.”
“Want me to stop?”
“What? No,” Lando answers as if Oscar had just asked him to jump off of a building. It felt just as ridiculous to Lando. It’s a known fact that he loves the bites, and he especially loves to watch them bloom into bruises in the following days. When he misses Oscar too much, he just presses on one and is transported back to the moment he received it. The feeling of Oscar’s bunny teeth piercing his skin and his tongue soothing it come back to him in flashes as he winces from the ache.
Satisfied with his answer, Oscar trails his free hand down Lando’s body and hikes his left leg up to his chest, pushing it as far as it will go, just to let him feel the stretch.
A groan that Oscar’s not sure is from pleasure or pain leaves Lando’s mouth. With Lando, it doesn’t really matter. Both turn him on just as much. He feels the nails from Lando’s left hand dig into his shoulders while the others dig into his own hand where they are still connected. He replaces his right with Lando’s on his leg and silently commands him to hold it there while he fetches the lube from the nightstand.
The sound of uncapping a bottle of lube has an almost Pavlovian effect on Lando. As soon as it’s open, he’s whimpering and fisting his hands in the sheets in anticipation.
“Go on then,” he attempts to hurry Oscar along, unsuccessfully.
Oscar just smiles his crooked smile and coats his fingers with lube, silently rubbing his fingers together to warm it up. Because he’s kind and considerate like that. Unlike what Lando would say at this moment. At this moment, Lando wants to spew a string of swear words because he’s been empty for too many hours. The satisfaction from the morning sex has long worn off by now.
As he returns to his spot kneeled between Lando’s legs, he leans down and plants a teasing kiss on his shaft, to be a little evil one last time. Lando slams his head down onto the pillows in frustration but concedes, knowing Oscar is going to do what he wants anyway.
Oscar runs his clean hand down Lando’s right leg until he catches his knee, hitching it up around his waist to fully spread him. He reaches down and runs his fingers over Lando’s hole, sending a shock down his spine. He lets out an obscene moan at the initial contact just before Oscar easily slides one finger in. There was little to no resistance, so he feels comfortable going ahead with a second finger. Lando clenches around his fingers, and the babbling begins.
Oscar loves him at this stage; he’s so malleable and such a good listener. Very unlike most other times. Oscar watches him babble with a fond look on his face as he opens him up with his fingers.
Lando usually keeps his eyes closed during this part because seeing the loving look on Oscar’s face while he is defiling him is so embarrassing he could die.
He praises him and coos in his ear, telling him to relax and to breathe deep into his belly. He listens. The moment he decides he’s going to complain about him taking too long, Oscar removes all his fingers at once. He whimpers helplessly in response to the unpleasant sensation.
And just before Lando can complain about that, he repositions him for an easier reach, manhandling in just the way Lando likes.
Looking down at him, Oscar whispers, “My God, you’re beautiful,” in a tone that suggests he’s restraining himself from doing what he actually wants to.
“And I’m all yours,” Lando responds breathlessly. In a last ditch effort to force Oscar to fully let go, he adds, “Show me why.”
Apparently, those were the magic words because Oscar all but growls as he slides a pillow under Lando’s hips and lubes up his cock all in the same two seconds.
Lando giggles excitedly, nudging his hips towards Oscar. He’s been waiting ever so patiently for way too long.
Oscar’s hands shake with restraint as he lines himself up and slowly presses into Lando. The breath is knocked out of Lando’s lungs, and he squirms, opening and closing his fists, trying to put the sudden burst of energy somewhere. He’s being ripped in half, he just knows it. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s trying his best to relax and breathe like Oscar told him to.
“You okay?” Oscar asks quietly when he is fully settled inside him.
Lando shudders and nods as best he can. Speaking is not really in the cards right now, but he hopes Oscar knows his heart.
To get his attention, Oscar softly puts a hand on Lando’s cheek and strokes lightly with his thumb. “Can you open your eyes?”
With Herculean effort, Lando blinks his eyes open to see Oscar’s face inches from his. With wide, searching eyes, Oscar asks, “Can I move?”
Lando nods again, more enthusiastically this time. This seems to satisfy Oscar, so he pulls almost all the way out and presses back in agonizingly slowly.
While Lando’s mind is completely blank, void of any and all thought, Oscar’s eyes are glued to where he is moving in and out of Lando, and he wishes so badly he could record it. He thinks the whole world should see how gorgeous Lando is right now. Being split open by Oscar, whimpering and panting, chanting Oscar’s name like a prayer.
Apparently, he shares some of that aloud because Lando squeaks out, “‘Scuse me????”
Oscar lifts his eyes to meet Lando’s, and he decides to double down. In a startling, calm tone, he says, “If you get to put your name in my car where everyone can see, I think everyone should be able to see me marking you up too.”
“Oh, God,” Lando lets out a guttural groan, and his eyes roll back in his head. “You’re such a… such a f-freak.”
With that, Oscar sets an agonizing pace, alternating between circling his hips and thrusting relentlessly. Lando can’t control the neverending stream of moans and “Oh my god” and “Fuck” and “Oscar” coming out of his mouth. His bottom lip starts to tremble, and he swallows down the lump in his throat.
Oscar’s right hand is splayed across his abdomen while his left is hooked under Lando’s knee, pressing him more and more forward. His moans turn downright sinful as he applies pressure to his stomach and pushes his knee to his chest at the same time.
“Holy fuck, baby,” Lando heaves. “Reckon you’re gonna kill me if you don’t slow down.”
Oscar shallowly laughs and leans down to kiss it all better. He finds his mouth and kisses him softly, a welcome juxtaposition to the way he is still tearing his lower half apart.
The sun has set by now, so darkness is beginning to fill the room, setting an even more sensual tone. Oscar slows down, dragging across Lando’s walls, eliciting filthy sounds from him that gives Oscar a dangerous confidence.
“Can’t believe you put cheap rhinestone stickers on the mirror of my very expensive car,” he remarks, punctuating it with an especially hard thrust.
“‘M sorry,” Lando cries out, blinking the tears away.
“Too late for sorries,” Oscar says. “Don’t worry. Lucky for you, I’m not upset.”
“You’re not?” Lando asks sincerely, his brain a complete jumble of words and incomplete thoughts.
Oscar reaches around in the dark for the lube and coats his fingers once more. He grips Lando’s cock with his long fingers, and Lando lets out a sigh that had been pent up for hours. He wants to scream, but he holds it in, taking it all out on the sheets he’s close to ripping with his twisting fingers.
“Course I’m not, baby,” he says as he pumps Lando, bringing him higher and higher. “It makes me hard every time you act possessive in any way. Plastering your name in rhinestones on my car mirror was one of the sexiest things you’ve ever done.”
Lando takes deep breaths, trying not to come immediately upon hearing Oscar’s words. He forces his voice to work, so he can say, “You’re the best part of me. I would tattoo your name on my chest if you’d let me.”
Oscar grunts, signaling that he’s close. Lando clenches around him, doing his best to help him along while Oscar’s hand speeds up on his cock. They’re both reduced to incoherent babbles and guttural moans until Oscar spills inside of Lando, warming him up from the inside out. Lando tips over the edge, coming over Oscar’s hand and up his chest.
They are both seeing stars as they come down from their peaks. Oscar is slumped over Lando’s body, still tucked inside of him. Lando is shivering beneath him, finally letting the tears fall.
After a long bout of silence, Lando whispers, “You’re a slut, Piastri.”
The insult didn’t land because his throat is sore and raw from the straining and of course, all the moans that were ripped out of his throat.
“Don’t start with me, pretty boy,” Oscar warns as he uses a finger to trace over one of the bite marks on Lando’s chest.
Lando winces and hums, deciding to listen this time out of fear. “So I guess you liked the name tag I made?”
“Hmm. I did, yes. I’m so insanely grateful that you’re mine and that you want other people to know. That’s so lovely of you.”
Lando bursts out laughing. “Calling me lovely after the way you just destroyed my mind, body, and soul is nuts.”
“Well, you are lovely,” Oscar states plainly.
Lando rolls his eyes and attempts to shift but winces again when he feels how sore his whole body is.
“Everything hurtsssss, baby. Gotta take care of me now,” Lando whines as he clings onto Oscar.
Oscar raises an eyebrow, making Lando giggle. “Do you want me to run a bath for you?”
Music to Lando’s ears. “Ummm. Yes. Make sure it’s scorching hot, please.”