lando fulfilled a childhood dream this week by driving the legendary 1995 le mans-winning mclaren f1 gtr “césar” art car for the first time at paul ricard!! | via ln4norris
people are asking why red bull isn’t saying they want the world champion like they haven’t been turned down a minimum of 4 times by him and his winning the championship sent marko into retirement.
lil driver!lando x personal trainer!oscar wip snippet for your eyes
posting this mostly for accountability so that i finish it also because i want validation pls be nice to me
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“Should we watch another episode?” Oscar asks.
Lando gapes, sighing shakily as he rocks back in Oscar’s lap. “We’re kind of in the middle of something, here.” He says, voice clipped.
Oscar hums, ducking his head down to press a kiss against Lando’s shoulder, tugging at his hips until Lando lets out a staggered breath. “You don’t want to?”
Lando whines. “Now?”
Oscar smirks. “I mean, either you can ride me now, and we can watch an episode after,” He starts, lips dragging along Lando’s neck before he’s pulling back to look up at him. “Or you can turn around and we can watch an episode, and you can keep me here,” He says, pressing his fingertips firmly against the skin at the base of Lando’s abdomen until he whimpers. Oscar grins. “And I can make you come after.”
Lando pants, eyes closed as he breathes out shakily, before his eyelids are fluttering open and he’s nodding. “Yeah, let’s do that.” He says.
Oscar grins. “Turn around for me then, baby.”
It takes some maneuvering until Lando is comfortable, whining softly as he’s sinking back down onto Oscar’s cock and settling back against his chest. Oscar circles a hand around his waist, pressing his lips against Lando’s shoulder blades. “Stay still for me, yeah?” He says, and grins when Lando nods silently, hooking his chin over the top of his shoulder so he can look at the TV.
The only other time Oscar thinks he’s seen Lando so focused is when he’s getting into the car before qualifying, or maybe on the last set of bicep curls. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, eyes firmly planted on the TV screen. Oscar’s not quite sure whether it’s because he’s trying to actually focus on what’s happening, or if he’s trying to focus on anything other than staying still, especially after the second time he had twitched his hips and Oscar had warned that he’d call the whole thing off if he kept moving.
Lando’s almost panting by the time the episode finishes, the credits rolling on the screen, his head falling back against Oscar’s shoulder where there’s a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. He’s even more worked up than Oscar had expected, and it curls in the pit of his stomach in some twisted kind of satisfaction.
“You okay, baby?” Oscar asks, pressing a soft kiss to Lando’s temple, breaking his resolve for just a second.
Lando nods, but it’s jerky, and he’s already starting to squirm in Oscar’s lap. “Osc.”
Oscar grins, hands roaming from their place on his waist to soothe over his hips. “You wanna move?”
Lando whines, nodding. “Please.”
Oscar’s quick to satiate him, nudging at Lando’s thighs so he can get some leverage before he’s shifting his hips slowly. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
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