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Franco woke up on Monday feeling better than he had felt in a while. It was two weeks after his plane ride with Lewis, maybe that had something to do with his mood. Maybe P13 was not the best position he could have finished in, but at least he finished ahead of his teammate, and he would take a victory whenever he could. He had already packed, trying to fold the suit he would wear tonight as neatly as possible, but he knew he'd have to iron it at the hotel before heading to Times Square anyway. He saw the message from Maria giving him his flight information and liked it before locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket.
He downloaded some episodes of the TV show he was watching to keep watching it on the plane, but then he realized he was flying first class because the producers of the F1 movie felt like spoiling the drivers a little, so he didn't need to do all that.
After TSA and all the regulations of the airport, he was the first one to sit down. He didn't know who he was traveling with yet, but he knew he was not going to be alone.
"Oi, mate," Ollie said, popping his head over the seat from the row in front of him. "I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure," he said with an easy smile.
"Sup, mate." Franco held out his hand to greet him.
"Who else is coming?" Ollie asked.
Franco shrugged. "No idea, mate. I was going to ask you the same."
Ollie looked up, smiling again, at the same time Franco felt a smack on the top of his head.
"Ay!" he said, looking up to see a wide smile with a tooth gap looking down at him from above.
"Hiya, you two," Lando said, his eyes still on Franco.
"Lando," Ollie said as a greeting, and they dapped each other up above Franco’s curls.
"Who else is coming?" Lando asked, resting his elbows above Franco's head and ducking a little to avoid hitting the compartment above.
"Oi!" he exclaimed and flinched, hitting the suitcase compartments anyway when he felt a pinch on his butt. "Mate!" he said to Gaby, who was already laughing at him for hitting his head.
"I thought you were Franco," Gaby said, and then he saw Franco poking his head out from his seat, laughing too.
The stewardess came over to clear the aisle, and Gaby sat next to Ollie. They both turned around to face Franco and Lando, kneeling on their seats.
"Mate, what is that?" Ollie asked when Gaby pulled out his phone. It was a Motorola flip phone.
Ollie opened the camera on it. "Wow, I don't know if I like it or hate it," he said, taking a picture.
"I have the same one," Franco said, frowning, and Lando laughed at it, but there was no malice in it.
"Give me that!" Gaby snatched the phone back from Ollie and answered some texts on it.
The stewardess came a second time, telling them to buckle in and remain in their seats until the light cleared them to do so. She gave the emergency talk and pointed at the emergency exits. Franco zoned out for the whole speech; he wanted to take a nap on the way there so he could be rested for the premiere, but Gaby already had other plans.
"Should we get wasted on the way there?" he said, poking his head over his seat again. "Ollie can drink as long as we stay in Canada."
"I don't know if it works like th—" Franco began saying, but Lando interrupted him.
"Excuse me, miss, can we get shots of tequila?" He lifted his arm to get her attention. If the flight attendant was surprised by the choice of drink, she did not mention it; she nodded and walked to the front of the plane to get the bottle ready.
"Tequila?" Ollie said, looking wary.
"Yes, mate, tequila. Never tried it?" Lando asked, perched above Franco again, his hand dangling a few centimeters from Franco's hair.
Ollie shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Great. This is the best way to get to New York, totally wasted," Gaby repeated, turning around to receive the bottle and the little shot glasses from the stewardess.
"I've never been to New York," Franco said then.
Gaby poured the four shots clumsily. "You've never been—cheers! To first times!" he said, gulping his first shot like it was water.
They chorused cheers and drank too. Franco laughed at Ollie's disgusted face.
"Man, this is bad," Ollie said in a hoarse voice.
Gaby gasped when he got an idea. "Never have I ever," he said, his eyes sparkling like it was the best thought he'd ever had.
Franco could feel Lando's presence above him and the warmth radiating from his hand. He wanted to sit up straighter to close the gap. He blinked the thought away; he'd die if he did something like that in front of his coworkers. One thing was a silly little crush—a secret little crush. Another thing was acting on it, and he wouldn't push his luck.
"That's so stupid," Lando laughed above him. Franco tilted his head to watch him, and Lando looked down at the same time. "Let's do it," he said next.
Franco felt a twitch in his guts; something told him this was going to backfire somehow.
"Nossa," Gaby said and poured another round. "Never have I ever been to Brazil," he said with a stupid grin.
"Mate, come on," Ollie scolded next to him. "At least let's play for real."
"Okay, okay," Gaby said, still smiling. "Never have I ever crashed into someone on track on purpose."
Lando laughed at that and drank. As a matter of fact, they all did.
"Fricking dangerous, that," Lando said, watching Gaby pour another round.
"Never have I ever sneaked someone into my house without my parents' knowledge," Ollie said, and he was the only one drinking. He chuckled. "Really?" he asked around.
"Mate, I left my house at fourteen. I was not sneaking people in," Franco explained, holding his glass still full.
Quickly, the harmless questions became not so innocent, as they always did in this game. Franco wasn't sure if he had drunk five or six shots, but everything was funnier than it was meant to be, and he was laughing at whatever came out of his friends' mouths, especially Lando's.
And speaking of Lando, he was playing with Franco's curls now, whenever he leaned over to say something to Gaby or when Franco took a little too long to answer.
"Okay, okay, last one," Gaby said. "Ollie is about to puke." Ollie blinked, looking at his empty glass, and didn't deny it. Franco, of course, giggled at that.
"Never have I ever joined the mile-high club," Lando said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Finally, one I didn't do," Ollie said, putting his glass on the little table in front of him.
Gaby took the shot. Franco looked at the amber liquid, pondering his answer.
"Come on, mate. You either did it or you didn't," Lando said, pulling his hair softly.
"A blowjob counts?" he asked, not daring to look up at Lando's face.
"I mean..." He could hear Lando swallowing. Franco looked up then; Lando's face was more serious than it had been the entire flight. "Oral sex is still sex," he said, shrugging.
"I'll drink half of it," Franco said, settling on that answer. When he tilted his head back to drink, Lando was still looking at him with that intense gaze.
"I'm taking a nap," Gaby said, turning around, not sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
"I need a moment," Ollie said, heading to the bathroom in front of them. Gaby chuckled lightly before turning his overhead light off; a minute later, he was drooling on his own shoulder.
Lando was still leaning on top of Franco's seat, his hand carelessly toying with Franco's curls. Franco really needed to use the bathroom, but he did not want to interrupt the soft touch.
"Who?" Lando asked then, in a whisper.
"Sorry?" Franco looked up now, and hated himself for it because Lando retracted his hand.
"Who was it with?" he said, and Franco felt his cheeks catch fire.
"No one you'd know," he lied.
Lando narrowed his eyes, trying to read something in Franco's eyes. Lando's cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, his eyes were glassy from laughing, and his lower lip was plump and red from biting it all the time. Franco stared at it a second too long before looking away. "I need to wee," he said, heading to the bathrooms in the back. Ollie was still in the other bathroom at the front, probably puking his guts out, the poor lad.
After relieving himself, Franco washed his hands thoroughly and then splashed his face with cold water. He looked at his reflection for a moment. Why did Lando care all of a sudden who he slept with? He had never cared before. Well, they had never spoken about it before. But still, he had never hinted that he felt some type of way towards Franco, so why the curiosity? Franco shook his head; he was too drunk to have this conversation with himself, and Lando probably was too. He gave himself a peace sign in the mirror and chuckled at himself for being so stupid.
A small knock on the door made him realize he'd been in there for a while now. He opened the door slowly. "Sorry—" he began to say, but a big hand came over his mouth and pushed him back into the bathroom until his back was against the sink.
"Shh," Lando said, locking the door behind him.
"Lando?" he asked in confusion. Lando's hand was still muffling his voice, but Lando removed it then, and Franco wanted to tell him not to.
"I thought you wanted me to come over here," Lando said, looking at him funny. Then his eyes widened in horror. "Oh shit, no—Don't tell me I read it all wrong. Fuck, that's so embarrassing. I thought you gave me, you know, a look, and then you came to the bathroom, and I thought I was imagining things, but then you never came out of the bathroom, so I thought that, yes, you must have been waiting for me to come get you." Lando started overexplaining, and Franco's eyes felt like they could pop out of his face at any moment now.
"Let's just, please, forget about it, okay?" Lando said, turning around to grab the door again. That was when Franco realized he had not said a word or moved from his shocked position.
"No, Lando, wait," he said, grabbing his wrist and turning him around. "I didn't know I was giving you signals."
Lando's face contorted in self-pity. "Fuck, I know. I'm sorry—"
Franco put a hand over Lando's mouth now, mirroring what he had done earlier. "No, I didn't know I was being so obvious. I mean, I tried to be subtle." He paused, then asked, "Did someone see you?"
Lando motioned toward the hand on his mouth.
"Oh, right," Franco said, removing it.
"I hope you washed them," was the first thing Lando said, then added, "Of course no one saw me, I'm a ninja."
Franco laughed. He could feel the tequila on both their breaths. He was sure this was a bad idea, but he could blame the alcohol if things turned out awkward.
"So," Franco said as Lando leaned back against the door. There were merely a few centimeters between them, and he was buzzing with expectation.
"So," Lando repeated. "Wanna go all the way into the mile-high club?" he asked, half-joking.
Franco chuckled. "That's the worst proposition I've ever heard," he said, but he was leaning into Lando anyway.
"I can do worse," Lando said, and it sounded filthy.
"Oh yeah?" Franco asked. "Show me worse."
It was probably the worst sex talk he had ever used in his life, but he did not care, because the next thing he knew, Lando was leaning over to kiss him. He tasted like tequila, but he also had a mint somewhere while they played, and the combo made Franco dizzier than the tequila alone ever could.
He sighed into the kiss, lifting his arms to hold Lando by the shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his neck, grazing Lando's hat. "Take this off," Franco said, throwing the cap onto the sink. His hands tangled into the softest curls he had ever touched.
"Hmm," Lando sighed at the feeling. His hands roamed Franco's sides before landing on his waist, pulling both of their bodies firmly against each other.
Franco brought his hips forward, wanting to get some friction, needing to release some of the pleasure that was now concentrating in his lower stomach. The kiss grew more desperate; Lando's tongue was all over his mouth, and his hands traveled even further down south, grabbing Franco's ass and pressing their bodies together even tighter.
Franco moaned into his mouth when he felt how hard Lando was from just a few heated kisses. He smiled against Lando's lips, and Lando did too, without ever breaking the kiss. Franco bit Lando's lower lip, making him hiss.
"No biting," Lando said, but he bit Franco right back in response.
Franco chuckled. He felt delirious. He did not know it was so easy to get Lando like this—on a plane, with other people in it, for Christ's sake. They were jeopardizing their careers right now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was too far gone to think rationally.
He pulled at Lando's hair to kiss him deeper. Lando hissed at the friction. "You have a thing for pain, don't you?"
Franco smiled up at him. "Maybe."
Lando leaned in again, kissing him harder. He bit Franco's lower lip with more pressure this time, making Franco moan against his mouth. They were moving against each other, both of them completely hard now, aching for some release. Franco's hands came down to drag his own pants to his ankles, and he turned around, leaning over the sink.
He felt his ass cheek burn and was surprised when he realized Lando had just spanked him. "Not like that," He said, his voice dropping. "Turn around. I want to see you."
If that wasn't the hottest thing Franco had ever heard in his life, he didn't know what was. It wasn't just the words, but the look on Lando's face—like he absolutely meant it.
He stumbled a little trying to get his pants off without untying or removing his shoes, and Lando laughed at him. "Really sexy, innit?"
"Shut up," Franco said, standing up straight and kissing him again, the heat of the moment still completely intact.
He felt a bit self-conscious being half-naked while Lando was still fully dressed, so he yanked at Lando's pants to get some skin-to-skin contact. When their bodies finally pressed together, Franco could have sworn he felt electricity traveling through both of them.
"Fuck, your skin is so smooth," Lando muttered, his hands mapping Franco's waist and stomach before landing on his ass again. "So pale."
Franco looked down, letting out a low moan at the sight. Lando's cock was pressing right against his thigh, all dark skin with a pink tip contrasting sharply against Franco's milky skin that barely ever saw the sun.
"Shit, you're big," Franco breathed instead.
Lando chuckled, a dark, rich sound in Franco’s ears. "You can take it," he said, lifting Franco's chin to pull him back into a hard kiss.
Then he lifted one of Franco's legs to hook it behind his waist. Franco felt completely open and exposed, his breath hitching in his lungs for a second as he watched Lando's eyes darken at the sight of him.
"What a fucking sight you are," Lando murmured, kissing him again before lowering his lips to Franco's jaw and neck. Franco prayed that he wouldn't leave any hickeys behind—that would be incredibly difficult to explain to Ollie and Gaby once the flight was over—but deep down, he wanted to be marked. He wanted a physical reminder that stayed with him for a while, something he could hold on to, to prove this had finally happened.
"Just for the record, I'm clean," Lando said, spitting onto his palm and spreading it all over his length.
The sight of it was so raw and dirty that Franco needed a second to process the words. Lando was already pressing at his entrance.
"Yeah," Franco moaned lowly, breathing deeply as he tried to accommodate the intrusion. "I'm–too."
Lando entered slowly, enjoying every centimeter as he stretched him open. Franco closed his eyes, waiting for the initial sharp, burning sensation to pass. He wasn't prepped, but there was a part of him that craved how raw and intense everything felt. He opened his eyes again when he felt Lando's head fall against his shoulder, his nose burying into his neck.
"You okay?" Franco asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Lando kissed him right on his pulse point. "You're so damn tight, I'm not going to last," he confessed, his voice thick and heavy.
Franco wanted to laugh, but the humor died on his lips the moment Lando started moving, dragging slowly out, then pushing fast and deep back in. Franco shut his eyes tightly again. Yeah, he wasn't going to last much longer either.
"You okay?" Lando asked this time, checking in.
"Yeah, feels so good," Franco breathed out, leaning in to catch Lando's open mouth in a kiss. "You feel so good," he corrected himself.
Lando's pace snapped faster at Franco's words, shifting into a rhythm that made Franco see stars. He was hitting Franco's sweet spot perfectly, kissing Franco deeply just to smother the moans building in his throat. The sound of skin slapping against skin in the cramped space was already risky enough; they didn't need to make what they were doing any more obvious.
"Tell me you're close," Lando begged against his lips.
Franco opened his eyes, nodding frantically. Lando let out a relieved sigh. He grabbed the hem of Franco's hoodie, pulling it up to reveal his pale stomach.
"Bite," Lando ordered, offering the cloth, while doing the same with his own sweatshirt.
Franco bit down hard on the fabric. Just then, Lando pulled out completely, wrapping one hand around both of their cocks and pressing them flat against each other. The sight was so intensely hot that it only took two strokes for Franco to come, his release spilling all over his own stomach and Lando's hand. The hoodie muffled the dirty noises escaping his throat.
Lando stared down at him. Franco knew he must look a mess, but the exact moment their eyes locked, Lando reached his own orgasm. The rims of Lando's eyes were flushed red as he came, spilling over both of them. Franco wanted to look down, to watch him come, but the intensity in Lando's gaze kept him locked in a trance.
They stood there shuddering for a long moment, half-naked and catching their breath, before Lando wetted a handful of paper towels and began cleaning them both. He pulled Franco's pants up with surprising delicacy, acting so gentle like he didn’t just ruin him.
Then Lando leaned in and kissed the tip of Franco's nose. "I'll go out first. Give it a minute, then come back to your seat," he whispered.
Franco nodded, still slightly dazed. Lando turned around, unlocking the door, but before stepping out into the aisle, he glanced back over his shoulder.
"Welcome to the club, baby," he said, and winked.