#bodyguard rich

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lando replying "😬 it'll be alright!" to a fan asking about his nose while leaving the silverstone gp (x)

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champagne confetti (you won't regret me)

silverstone celebration sex w lando x bodyguard rich!!! ty to @landoscarino for your support as always and... enjoy guys heh!

rich kisses the space between his eyebrows; feels warm, swollen skin upon his lips where butterfly strips attempt to pull the wound closed. his mind whirrs; lando must hear.

"it's fine, you know," his voice lacks mirth, snatched breathlessly by the way rich's cock ploughs in deep, slow, desperate. it's sex that lando knows would be burned in his retinas, branded on his skin, stitched on his tongue for months.

"yeah, but i should've seen it coming." his face falls into the crook of lando's neck, thick muscle undulating and twitching against his cheek. his mouth waters with the urge to suck a mark so pretty on what lando takes pride in most.

lando gently grabs him by the scruff, head out of hiding and eyes welded with the glory of lando swivelling and grinding upon his own hips as if every moment led up to this one. he drops his forehead to rich's, eyes closing as a wave of pleasure riddles his legs numb.

"i'm still here, aren't i?" then he's gazing straight into the other, eyes clouded by inebriation, hips relentless. there's something so oddly heartbreaking about lando in this state, makes rich's heart clutch his ribs and rattle them in despair. he's so beautiful, it's devastating.

"i'm still here, fucking my pretty, pretty bodyguard," lando gasps as rich moans and strikes deeper, "and no one is taking this from me."

oh, he could weep. he thinks his face is wet from tears already, as lando speeds up, brows slanting downwards and mouth ajar in lieu of silent screams. rich's neurons fire in all directions, trying to compute the sensations that flood his flesh and leave it hammering against his bones. he's still rendered wordless.

"g-god rich," lando sobs, rivulets dragging down his cheeks in glimmering streaks. he feels shattered all over again, slamming into him like a boulder, and all he yearns to do is have his mouth on lando's.

"yeah i know baby," rich whispers, precious, sacred, "i know."

one second he's upright, the next he's forced down, back meeting soft sheets. he peels his eyes open, watches as lando takes his hands, plants them on his hips, and starts moving again. excavating grinds that leave rich's guts curling and convulsing, dick erect and bobbing with hard slaps after every ascend then descend of lando's hips — rich is running fucking mad.

supple flesh bulges into his palms as lando accomodates him between his legs, and rich wishes he could tattoo a feeling into his palms, that he could open them as if he were to pray, and relive this very moment like it made every iota of his being.

"can't believe i get you like this finally— fuck," lando whimpers. his hands slide off where they had locked rich's in place, fingers trailing over the tattoo above his ribs. it should tickle, but it causes his cock to throb and his toes to curl. lando's head rolls forward, hole still sucking rich as deep as it can get.

"feel so good. wanna keep you in me forever."

rich moans. it's reverberating, soul-buzzing. his body trembles with the need that siphons through lando's cells to his own. it feels holy, written by stars, scribed by prophets with no name but a prophesy to give them a purpose.

"yeah?"

lando stares as thrusts down, speaks more with his eyes than he could ever utter with his mouth. poetic when he smiles so soft, so broken, so perfect.

"yeah."

[elementalmoments]

I desperately want to write Lando bouncing on it but the muse wants me to write about comfort and familiarity and safety so anyway, here's some gen Lando x Bodyguard Rich - a quiet moment after a rough day.

There was a crowd of people, pushing, shoving. Someone touched Lando’s face and he jerked away. A hand brushed against his neck, caught in the chain, and pulled. Lando jerked awake, heart hammering in his chest. His jaw hurt like he’d been grinding his teeth and his hands were fisted in a thick white comforter. He was in the hotel. The crowd was gone. He forced himself to relax his hands and tried to orient himself to the hotel room. There was a dim light flickering under the bedroom door, so faint he felt like he was imagining it. The TV, maybe. He couldn’t hear it over the quiet hum of the A/C. He looked at his phone to check the time and saw it was a little after two am. Half a dozen apps showed unopened notifications. Lando turned the screen off and put his phone back facedown. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal. 

Lando pushed the comforter back and sat up, put his feet over the side of the bed and let them rest on the floor. He curled his toes against the short carpet, then felt around in the dark for his slippers. He padded across the room to the door, paused with his hand on the knob, and listened. Very faintly, he heard some kind of sports announcer. Lando opened the door quietly. 

Rich was sitting on the sofa bed watching football, arms folded across his chest. He looked up immediately, grabbed the remote and muted the TV. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked. 

Lando shrugged. He walked into the kitchen area and opened a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“Did the TV wake you up?” Rich asked. Across the room, his face was a wash of blue light from the TV. 

“I couldn’t even hear it,” Lando said. He took a long drink of water. “Why are you awake?” 

“I couldn’t sleep,” Rich said, even though Lando could hear the exhaustion in his voice. It had been a long day. 

Lando leaned against the counter and fiddled with the water bottle, toying with the label.

“Why are you awake?” Rich asked. He hadn’t gotten up from the sofa bed, but he was watching Lando intently. 

“I had a bad dream,” Lando said, and saw understanding flicker on Rich’s face. He didn’t say, hiring you was supposed to take care of things like that, because it hadn’t been Rich’s fault that the gate had been left open, or come down, he still didn’t know what had happened exactly. All those people. Lando’s hand drifted to his neck and rubbed.

Rich pushed to his feet and came to stand across the island from Lando. Shapes and colors from the TV danced along the wall behind him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, and Lando couldn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” Lando said. He could feel the weight of Rich’s gaze, and focused instead on rolling the water bottle from one hand to the other. 

“I’m sorry it happened,” Rich said. 

Lando nodded. He had the sudden, horrifying thought that if he tried to speak his voice might break. He shrugged again without looking up.

“Hey,” Rich said. He came around the counter but hesitated once there was nothing between them. He was always doing that, stopping himself from touching Lando when he didn’t explicitly need to. Maybe there was something about that in the certification course he’d taken. Lando took the half-step needed to close the space between them and bumped his shoulder against Rich’s chest. 

Rich wrapped his arms around Lando and pulled him in, and Lando let go of the water bottle and put his arms around Rich’s back. He took one deep breath, and then another, and then the third breath quavered dangerously. Lando’s eyes stung, and he sniffled, trying to keep himself in check. Then Rich flattened a hand over Lando’s back and rubbed gently, and the tears came. 

“I’ve got you,” Rich murmured. It was the same thing he’d said in the crowd press, and after, in the safety of the car.  “I’m sorry that happened.” 

“It’s exhausting,” Lando said, and he was proud that his voice didn’t sound like he was crying. “Everything. Not just today, you know. The letters.” He broke off. He was sure that the security team kept the worst of it from him, and that was a terrifying thought. 

“I can’t imagine,” Rich said, even though Lando thought maybe he probably could. He’d fought ISIS, after all. He was a proper badass. He’d been formidable that afternoon, shoving through the crowd with Lando tucked under his arm. Lando wasn’t sure what he’d done to the person who’d grabbed his chain, but there had been a sharp sound of pain over the yelling of the crowd and then suddenly Lando had been able to breathe again.

“What are you watching?” Lando asked. When he blinked, his eyelashes brushed the damp spot he’d left on Rich’s shirt. 

“A replay of the Chelsea match,” Rich said. He relaxed his grip to allow Lando some room. 

“Can I watch with you?” Lando asked, pulling back to make eye contact. 

Rich searched his face, then nodded. “Sure,” he said. “Let me fold the bed up.” 

Lando shook his head. “Leave it,” he said. “I’ll probably fall asleep again.” 

There was a moment of hesitation, a brief hitch in Rich’s movement, but he returned to his original place on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Lando picked up one of the couch pillows from the ground and curled up on his side facing the TV, his back pressed to the side of Rich’s thigh. 

He looked at the TV without seeing it, blue uniforms and red moving back and forth across the pitch. Rich’s leg was warm and solid behind him. Steady. Safe. Lando felt the tension seep from his body, and the last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Rich shifting ever so slightly, and his hand stroking Lando’s hair. 

[landoscarino]

DO you think F1 drivers need bodyguard in the paddock. I am glad lando has rich cause he's so hot but just to know your opinion. There is literally no threat \ as they are mostly amongst employees

hi anon!! that's a wonderful question, thank you for picking my brain on it and sorry for rambling!

i totally agree about the paddock being low threat (and about rich being very hot) but i do think its important to note he's around for a lot more too! he escorts lando to/from hotels to track, to any public events (f1 movie monaco screening and times square premiere, ralph lauren london event, etc) which are more high risk scenarios

and even for within the paddock, there are times when lando garners a big crowd and rich acts as a protective barrier or clears a path for him or provides directions so lando can get where he needs to be on time. i completely see where you're coming from in that it seems like rich may not be doing all that much, but i think that comes down to three factors:

1. we're a lot more aware of him now. i did a deep dive to older race weekends when he was new to the job and he had a much wider radius, stayed further away from lando and by proxy the cameras, so we didn't notice him all that much. now that he's more within lando's periphery, whether bc the jig is up and they know the fans are aware of him, or maybe due to them becoming friendly so he doesn't maintain as much of a professional distance now.

2. i'd hedge a guess that rich's presence offers lando a sense of comfort, in that he chooses to have rich accompany him to events that may not be specifically mclaren-mandated. oscar's bodyguard started around the same time, and yet he doesn't accompany oscar the same way rich does, (for example, oscar was at the diamond league event in monaco with only his trainer, artturi), like how he was just with lando on his vacation in ibiza. vacations aren't usually a bodyguard-necessary event and from what i gathered of this time last year, rich was only there when lando went to the euros final in berlin, so i'd say it was his choice to have him there, whether just as a friend or a bit of peace of mind, or both.

3. an abundance of caution. with lando and mclaren's growing popularity also came a lot of hate, and with the large crowds that lando sometimes draws, esp around hotels (which i don't think their staff is always equipped for) i think it might be a case of 'better safe than sorry.' we know lando was mugged for his watch in 2021, and his vacation villa was robbed in 2023 so there is some precedent for them being cautious. we thankfully haven't seen incidents recently where it seemed necessary for rich to intervene, but if a situation like that did occur it would be much better to have him around just in case.

so to circle back to your original question, i don't think its necessary for all drivers to have bodyguards, esp. within the paddock, but i think in this case mclaren has opted to have them around as a safety precaution/crowd control. i'd like to believe there's no greater threat that we as fans aren't privy to bc i'd hate to think there's something behind the scenes that makes the team/lando feel having a bodyguard at all times is necessary so i'm gonna go with 'just in case'

and don't forget! rich's most important task: making sure lando doesn't lose any more paddock passes 🤭

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norris family and lando’s bodyguard made it into the team photo 🥹

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lando at a ralph lauren fragrances event in london today (x)

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lando arriving for media day of the hungarian grand prix 📸 : DPPI Media

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lando again?? sir you're in public.