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Hot bodyguard and his controversially younger boyfriend leaving the workplace today
fp2 • hungarian gp 2025
Missing hot rich so I’m bringing back these two photos
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.
i do think hot rich and lando fucked in san marino and that's why he had to change his bodyguard
MAX'S TWITCH STREAM: BAKU QUALI WITH PAPS | silly goose keegan finally got his revenge on max after he and casey stoner roasted him all through san marino gp week + keegan casually name dropped rich on stream bc as we already know he's a certified silly goose.
september 20th 2025
some context: quadrant travelled to italia during san marino gp race week to film content with valentino rossi and iván ortolá (one of quadrant’s athletes). on the very first night, keegan decided to do a bit of “how far can i go?” while leaning back on a chair… and obviously fell off (shoutout george nicholls for catching that on camera) casey stoner and max then spent the rest of the week winding him up, telling him the motogp lads weren't happy with his behaviour (LMAO THESE FUCKERS). turns out, this wasn't keegan's first time being a silly goose irl 😭😭 rich (lando's bodyguard) apparently says it’s never a proper trip unless keegan does something BABOOM. cue rich being name dropped on stream and keegan admitting he gets rich content (probby edits omg) in his “suggested for you” ig feature. BABOOM.
full transcript down below (KEEGAN YOU ABSOLUTE GREMLIN NEVER LEAVE THE TEAM PLEASE)
I love that hot rich is now his official name 😂
Hot Rich will always be Hot Rich to us because cmon 😂
Not to objectify a guy, but hot damn. He earned that nickname, so sorry Rich, you are offically Hot Rich to all of us now (including Jon) 😂
WAIT WHY AM I HEARING RICH DEACTIVATED HIS INSTA AND WE WONT SEE HIM AGAIN????? NO PLEASE IM TEARING UP WAJT NO NO NO THIS CANT BE