“Where’s your hotel?” Lando asked, his eyes locked on Daniel’s mouth.
“About fifteen minutes by car,” Daniel replied, the words heavy on his tongue. It was starting to get hard not to stumble over his words, especially with the way Lando was staring at him.
“That’s closer than mine,” Lando said, eyes flicking back to his mouth.
Daniel swallowed. “Do you want me to call an Uber?”
Lando looked back up at his eyes. “Do it.”
OR: The one where Daniel and Lando were inevitable.
69% of you (*laughs in fratboy*) voted yes for the GP fic. i swear we were all joking at one point, but hey, look at us. we keep pushing. so naturally, instead of doing the hundred other real-life-productive things I need to do right now... The GP Fic™ has come to life.
(NSFW if you squint) snippet under the cut!
WE ARE SO BACK. Coming to AO3 soon.
“Baby...” Max warned, his hand still unmoving on Charles’ cock.
“He would be good at telling you what to do. He always tells you what to do,” Charles said at top speed, his words slurring together toward the end. “He would-- he would stay calm and give you advice, and you-- you like listening to him.”
“I like listening to him in my car,” Max countered, grinning at him.
“No!” Charles groaned, wrapping his hand around Max’s fingers on his cock and encouraging him to move again. Max indulged him, leaning forward to lick a long, fat stripe up the side of his cock. It made a wonderful noise come out of Charles’ lungs, and he dropped his hand on Max’s forearm instead. “It would be hot.”
“Baby,” Max said, chuckling again as he pulled off. “You’re being very silly.”
“No, I’m not!” Charles whined, fucking his cock into Max’s fist again. “It would be hot.”
“Let me get this straight,” Max teased, sitting back on his haunches and letting go of Charles’ cock altogether. Charles didn’t seem very happy about it, based on how he glared down at Max. It only made him chuckle again. “You want GP to sit in a chair and... what? Watch me fuck you?”
“Yes,” Charles replied grumpily.
“And you want him to talk me through it like I’m on a hot lap?”
“Yes!” Charles said, a little less grumpy and more relieved.
“You want Gianpiero Lambiase to tell me how to fuck you,” Max clarified.
“Oui. Exactly.”
“You realize he’s straight, right?” Max said, laughing and looking at Charles like he was ridiculous. Charles glared at him, kicking his foot out to jab his toes into Max’s thigh. “And like... married. They have children together. The man could not be more straight, baby.”
Charles rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen the way he hugs you. He’s not totally straight.”
tonight, when they crawl into their bed to sleep, lestapstri will all be race winners and that pretty lil trophy will slot so nicely into place on the piano next to the monaco trophy 🤓
😭😭😭😭😭😭
LESTAPSTRI TIL I DIE, BABY.
the guest series was always going to be about oscar.
