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“What the fuck was that?” Oscar yelled as he entered Lando's driver room after finally finishing the debrief with Alex. He was mad, he was pissed, he knew Lando aborted that many laps on purpose, keeping important information from him.
“A shitty fp1 I guess?” Lando asked more than stated, confused as to why Oscar was so mad, I mean he was not giving it his 100% to keep some information to himself but some laps were genuinely bad with getting used to the updates. The car felt unbalanced and slow, but he tried to make it work sometimes, he gave up other times.
“You fucked it up on purpose!” His accent was getting thicker the angrier he got. “You are keeping information from me!”
Oh, so he already knew what Lando was doing. It wasn't to be bad, 34 points in the championship was a gap way too big to be giving away information like that, his telemetry would've helped Oscar way too much.
“You were supposed to be looking at Alex's info tho.” Lando said smiling, a grin forming on his face and getting bigger and bigger as Oscar got angrier and angrier, he could play this game, he liked to play this game. He already knew it ended with him getting fucked the way he liked the most. It only happened when Oscar was really mad at him, like in Silverstone or Canada, it was a nice way to end a day truly.
“Thats bullshit and you know it! I cant believe you actually fucked your own practice to screw me over!” Oscar was flustered, yelling and annoyed, he hated that Lando kept that information to himself, he hated that he didn't know how the car was working, he hated how calm lando was at this a whole thing.
“Yeah so what if i did? What are you going to do about it? Go cry to Stella?” Lando said as he stepped closer to Oscar, both of them now standing in the middle of Lando's room, Oscar breathing heavy, angry and flustered, Lando smiling up at him with a defiant look in his eyes, one that said let your anger out on me please.
Oscar didn't even stop to think about it, way too mad to be putting any effort into slowing down what he knew was inevitable as soon as Lando gave him those mischievous eyes. He kissed Lando with way too much force, teeth clashing as he let out a sound from deep in his throat, hand immediately grabbing onto Lando's hip, digging his fingers and pushing him flush against him. Lando smiled through the kiss, finally getting what he wanted in the first place: Oscar gone, wild, angry and ready to do something about it, but he wasn't going to let him get away with it easily, kissing wasn't enough. Lando threaded a hand through Oscar's hair and pulled at it while grinding his hips forward, drawing out a loud moan from Oscar, pupils already blown out and his dick half hard in his pants.
Lando loved when Oscar got like this, when he wanted way too much out of Lando to think, leaving him at his mercy to play with, and boy did he play with him. He loved the teasing, testing the limits of how much angrier Oscar could be before breaking down.
Lando bit Oscars lip, dragging it while breaking from the kiss just to go back even messier than before, mouth opened, tongues fighting, tiny gasps escaping Oscar's mouth. One of Lando's hand stayed in Oscar's hair while his other hand rested on the Australian's shoulder, using it for support while both of Oscar's hand grabbed onto his ass, squeezing it and pulling lando into him as he did it. Their hips found a pace, a messy and fast pace that wasn't enough for both of them but the friction and the closeness was too good to change anything about it.
But Lando knew what drove Oscar mad, he knew what buttons to push and how to get exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was to get fucked hard and rough.
“I guess you won't be telling Stella then huh?” Lando said mockingly as he broke off from the kiss to go down to Oscar's neck, licking the sweat from the Italian heat and enjoying the taste of Oscar. It was one of his favorite tastes in the whole world, salty and clean. He loved the smell, the taste, how it felt on his tongue to kiss up Oscar's neck. Even though he didn’t let Oscar know it, Lando was as desperate as he was.
He knew how much the other man liked Lando on his neck, groaning deep as soon as Lando's mouth was on it, driving his hips forward involuntarily.
“Can you not talk about Andrea w-while we are making out? For f-fucks sake.” Oscar gritted out in between gasps.
“I don't know, can you stop relaying on my telemetry to win races?” Lando said looking up at Oscar, neck wet from Lando's mouth and brows impossibly furrowed together. Oh that got him fucking mad
“Fuck you, I don't need you to win anything.” Oscar almost shouted but his voice was too hoarse from the kissing. He pushed lando onto the bed, where he just stared at him smiling, it was driving him crazy, he needed to wipe the smile off of Lando's face.
“Then why are you so angry you didn't get the data you wanted?” Lando asked almost mockingly, with a sweet yet hurtful tone. But it only fueled Oscar further as he climbed on top of Lando, settling down between his hips and biting down at Lando's shoulder through the clothes to keep the exasperated yell from coming out. They kept grinding and kissing, attacking each other's lips and necks.
Lando grabbed onto Oscar's hair again, threading his fingers before pulling on it. A moan escaped Oscar involuntarily, he wanted to keep his body at bay even if he already knew it was too late, he didn't want Lando to get away with it.
“I don't want your st-stupid numbers.” Oscar finally said, gasping and grinding down, his dick fully hard inside his pants and his cheeks redder than a tomato.
“Then you came in screaming for nothing, baby.” Lando never got tired of pushing Oscar, testing how much he could tease him before he finally snapped. And it was amazing how there was always more, more room to get nastier and angrier, and Oscar just kept snapping over and over again.
Oscar looked up, half a moan from the nickname, half a groan from the frustration leaving his lips. He didn't know what else to say, what else to do, he just wanted Lando to shut the fuck up. He pulled at Lando's hoodie to try to take it off, but failed, way too flustered and frustrated to fully focus on the task, but Lando got the message and pulled both his hoodie and his shirt off and moved on to take Oscar's shirt off, a puddle of papaya orange on the floor by the bed.
Oscar immediately went down to bite at Lando's collarbone, being careful to not leave a mark but being rough enough to finally hear a tiny gasp escape lando. Oscar was always amazed at how good Lando was at keeping his cool, he could feel Lando's hard cock against his and it was driving him insane while Lando barely let out a gasp at the friction and the biting. It got him even angrier if it was even possible.
Lando loved Oscar like this, trying so hard to drive him insane but failing as his brain failed to listen to him, his taking over his mind, but as much as he wanted Oscar on his neck, on top of him, everywhere, he was getting impatient and needed to get what he wanted out of Oscar, so putting both of his hands on Oscar's waist he flipped him over, straddling his hips and looking down at his confused face with an enormous grin. He loved being on control, he loved breaking Oscar down
“Greedy boy, Alex's numbers weren't enough were they? You needed mine too, you need me.” Lando said while grinding his ass down on his dick, Oscar moaned as he shook his head on the pillow, trying to answer back but feeling too good to do it, hips driving up involuntarily.
God Lando needed Oscar inside of him, now. “Bet you didn't even look at your own car's telemetry, you only wanted mine didn't you?” Lando said, one hand finally going down to open Oscar's zipper and sneak a hand inside both the pants and the boxers.
A moan fell from Oscar's lips as he kept shaking his head from side to side, trying to say something along the lines of fuck you to Lando but the need in his body to big to do so.
“God you are so wet for me, baby.” Lando said, swiping a finger on Oscar's head, feeling how much precum already gathered there from all the teasing. Oscar bit his lips to try and stop the moan he already knew was coming but it did nothing, a whine leaving his lips anyways, loud enough for the whole crew to hear it probably but he didn't care. All he cared about was wiping that stupid smile off of Lando's face.
“Ffuck, fuck you!” Oscar screamed while moaning. He felt Lando everywhere and didn't know what to do with it. Lando biting his neck, his hand slow on his dick, setting a torturing pace that wasn't anywhere near enough to actually get off.
“Yeah.” Lando gasped “Yeah, good idea.” He said while getting off of Oscar's lap, who just stared confused while Lando paced around the room to his drawer in the closet, where he got a bottle of lube and a condom and turned around casual as ever, like he didn't just shattered Oscar's world.
Lando took off both his pants and his boxers and sat at the foot of the bed, just out of reach from Oscar, who looked like he couldn't form a coherent thought, he probably couldn't.
“You are going to sit there all pretty and watch, just like FP1.” Lando said, he could keep messing around the FP1 issue forever if it meant getting Oscar worked up. He poured a good amount of lube in his fingers while getting on his knees, facing Oscar.
“I didn't just sit there.” Oscar muttered under his breath, always finding a way to answer Lando's quips about the whole day, but the answer died on his lips as soon as he saw Lando's finger disappear behind him.
The Brit circled a finger around his rim before pushing in, his finger was bigger than most so he liked to take his time on it. His mouth fell open, not containing the sounds falling from his mouth cause he knew it would only get Oscar hotter for him.
He bit his lip and forced himself to look at Oscar, he looked devine, hair falling on his face, beads of sweat forming on his temples and he palmed himself at the view
“Obsessed with me, aren't we?” Lando said breathless, pushing a second finger in, scissoring himself open. He felt so full, but he wanted more, he needed Oscar inside of him, he needed to feel Oscar all around him.
“Stop touching yourself baby, I don't want you coming already.” Lando ordered, watching Oscar face go from pleasure to a frown but still he stopped touching himself. Lando kept pumping his fingers inside himself, a string of moans constantly spilling as he got better access to the spot inside him that drove him crazy. He added a third, not because he needed it, just to keep teasing Oscar a bit more, just to show him just how much he could easily take. But eventually got his fingers out, way too excited.
He wiped his fingers on the bed and took his time finally pulling off Oscar's pants and boxers while moving to straddle his lap again, putting a condom on Oscar's dick before lining it up with his entrance.
“you only w-wanted an excuse cause you know you are -fuck- going to do p-poorly in FP2.” Lando said moaning while sliding down into Oscar's cock, sitting fully in his lap, Oscar deep inside. “God, you feel amazing.” Lando groaned.
Oscar let out a deep moan, too gone to listen to what Lando said, he could only focus on the feeling of lando around his dick, hole pulsing slightly at the stretch, it felt heavenly. He would never be tired of Lando on top of him.
Lando lifted himself almost all the way out before slamming himself down on Oscar’s cock, both of them moaning at the same time. He started to build a rhythm, his thighs aching only slightly and the head of Oscar's cock hitting the spot over and over again.
Both of them were moaning messes, undone with the feeling of each other. Lando fell forwards on Oscar's chest as he kept riding him, now moaning into his neck. Tiny ‘ah’s falling like a broken tap.
But then his legs started hurting, his banter silenced by the gasps and moans, he knew it was time to Push Oscar more than ever.
“I-I know you are g-gonna do badly in fp2, you a-are use-useless baby.” He knew he was being harsh but he needed the angry Oscar.
“Y-you can only w-win with my help. You n-need me -fuck- so good.” he kept riding Oscar, slowing down the pace a bit to ease the pain in his thighs and to tease Oscar a bit more.
"You always love sitting t-there and doing nothing" lando gasped as he felt Oscar's hands on his hip grip tighter and tighter with each comment, he was so close to getting what he wanted.
"Maybe it's time for you to actually t-try driving -fuck- without my constant help, but you wouldn't win if you -ah- did that now would you? A loser without m-me" He felt it in Oscar's grip on his hips, digging his fingers impossibly deeper, definitely leaving marks. He felt Oscar pull out, lifting him and tossing him in the bed, stomach down as he finally got on top of Lando. He lifted his hips, elbows and face resting on the pillows below him.
"I don't fucking need you for anything" Oscar said before pushing inside Lando again, hard and ruthless, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling at the skin there. Lando moaned loud, fucking FINALLY. This is what he wanted from the beginning.
"What I need if for you to f-finally shut the fuck up" Oscar was fucking him hard and rough, driving into his spot with every thrust, giving Lando everything he was silently begging for.
"Then -oh fuck- shut m-me up" moans kept falling from Landos mouth as he tried to remain in control "do s-something for once" the gasps in between his words betraying him.
But instead of Oscar telling him ‘fuck you’ again or another quip about racing, he felt a hand fall on his ass cheeks, leaving a red mark. Lando whined loud, loving how the pain and pleasure mixed, pulling him closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Fuck yes, again please" lando was begging but he didn't care, he felt too good, Oscar felt too good inside him, hitting his prostate over and over again. Oscar complied and a slap fell on his other ass cheeks, while bending down to bite at his shoulders. Lando was about to lose it, it all fell too good, Oscar's hard pace, the sting on his ass, the bites on his shoulder, he was getting close.
"I'm- Oscar please, I'm so close" Lando felt a tear run down his face, lost in pleasure he just needed something more.
"Fuck, so pretty when you beg, you are driving me insane Lando" Oscar moaned into Lando’s ear as he slipped a hand in between Lando's thigh, running a hand through his dick, hard and leaking, heavy in his hand. He pumped once, twice and with another bite on Lando's shoulder he came, screaming Oscar's name. Oscar didn't slow down, Lando whining but loving the overstimulation, he heard Oscar say something but didn't quite hear.
"What was that baby?" His voice was hoarse and barely a whisper, his body too tired
"Can I -fuck- can I cum on your back? Fuck you would look so good" Oscar could barely get it out, moaning around every word. Lando turned his head around, he was met with Oscar flushed, cheeks and chest red, eyes closed and lips bitten red, he looked so hot.
"Ask nicely" Lando said, he loved to hear Oscar beg. Oscar was getting flustered and his body was screaming for release, he could see it in the way he twitched and clenched his jaw.
"Please lando, please I'm so close" Lando nodded and that was all the confirmation Oscar needed to pull out, pull the condom off him and start pumping his dick hard and fast.
"Asking so nicely, what a good boy." Lando said, knowing how much it did for Oscar, and he was right, as it was the tipping point, driving Oscar over the edge, cuming with a moan, thick ropes landing on Lando's back, dripping down his ass and resting in the small of his back.
Lando turned his head around again "see you in fp2?" The brit said teasingly, watching Oscar drop his head back in laughter.
"Yeah I guess I'll see you in fp2" Oscar was obsessed with the way lando looked, big eyes staring at him, his cum painting his ass. He collected it all with his fingers and brought it up to Lando's mouth, who took them willingly, moaning around them as he sucked them clean. Oscar felt his cock twitch even though he just finished, the overstimulation of the view getting the better of him.
"Can you be a doll and bring me the cream from the bathroom?" Lando said softly as he collapsed on the bed, Oscar got up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to find the cream, he also took a wet towel to clean them both up a bit.
He found Lando almost asleep, both hands tucked under his cheek. He took the wet towel and cleaned Lando up, then he took the cream and squeezed some in his hands, warming it up before lathering Lando's ass, where his handprint stood red and angry. Lando sighed happily, feeling the sting from before slowly going away. He cleaned himself up, put on a pair of boxers and took his favorite spot: on the bed, right next to Lando.
Lando lifted his head, sleepy and relaxed. He made space for Oscar and laid down on top of Oscar's chest. He felt Oscar's breathing even out, finally relaxing.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you" Oscar said first, breaking the quiet peace.
"I'm sorry I didn't let you look at my telemetry." Lando replied softly.
He fell asleep to Oscar's hand drawing tiny circles on his waist, all the anger both of them were feeling slipping away into a quick nap before FP2.