#jendoscar

[otherparties]

ugly, only chance

jenson/lando/oscar; 6.8k; explicit | post-abu dhabi gp 2024

Lando texts him sometime around midnight, short and so insane that Oscar takes a couple of minutes to wrap his head around it: jenson + me @ mine, u up?

archive locked; read on ao3!

[lellabellas]

hard truths | E | 6.4k | 1/1 🍵

(truth serum, strange threesome, jenson is going through it)

Jenson nearly jumps out of his own skin when he finally works up the courage to swipe Lando's room key and comes face to face with Oscar, standing cross-armed in the entryway like he's been listening to Jenson's pacing for the last ten minutes. "Finally," Oscar says, his drawn out Australian vowels grating on Jenson's ears. "Thought you chickened out." Jenson stammers, reaching back for the door handle and apologizing for the confusion. "Sorry, I thought this was Lando's room." Damn truth spell can't leave out any details, it would seem. "It is," Oscar says, leaning against the wall, blocking the narrow hallway into the rest of the suite. "What were you planning on doing about it?"

If this looks familiar that's because I originally posted it as a third chapter to "suck the poison out" (the landoscar sex curse au), but it's really its own thing I've been meaning to repost separately...and what better time than when Jenson is falling all over himself about Lando in Miami ;)

[lan-do-osc-ar]

read one jendoscar fanfic and honestly i need everyone to get on this bandwagon with me cause i aint got time to supply fics for this pairing

[lellabellas]

Hello! For the prompts please may I suggest 60. truth serum/spell for whoever takes your fancy?

Hi Nic! Thanks for this prompt from forever ago! I originally started planning a jendo thing, but then anon requested landoscar, so I figured "why not both".....and then wrote 6k+ words about it 🙈

chapter 3 of suck the poison out (truth spell ft. jendo/jendoscar)

Jenson nearly jumps out of his own skin when he finally works up the courage to swipe Lando's room key and comes face to face with Oscar, standing cross-armed in the entryway like he's been listening to Jenson's pacing for the last ten minutes. "Finally," Oscar says, his drawn out Australian vowels grating on Jenson's ears. "Thought you chickened out." Jenson stammers, reaching back for the door handle and apologizing for the confusion. "Sorry, I thought this was Lando's room." Damn truth spell can't leave out any details, it would seem. "It is," Oscar says, leaning against the wall, blocking the narrow hallway into the rest of the suite. "What were you planning on doing about it?"

[otherparties]

jendoscar 2025 follow-up, queen?

3am & jenson wakes up to his phone almost vibrating off the nightstand & it's lando, of course it's lando. and jenson remembers being young, remembers winning, the surge-rush of adrenaline sharp as a swing careening towards the sky; remembers, equally, the awful drop in the middle of the night when everything is too much and nothing is enough. he picks up. lando says can you, like, come get me? and jenson says where are you? and lando says i called— i called oscar, but he didn't pick up and jenson says where are you?

all chance that oscar's in the hotel lobby, frowning at the vending machine when jenson walks in with lando clinging to him, soft and wet; all intention when jenson makes eye contact with him and holds it as the elevator doors slide closed. predictable, in the end, the knock on lando's door five minutes later, the boy on the other side, dry-eyed, sharp-edged, smelling of soap.

jenson remembers winning, sure, but he also remembers losing.

is he alright? oscar asks, like the words are being dragged out of him. jenson wants to say you could have him, you could have all of him, why do you keep throwing him away? jenson says look at you, making him wait. again.

i didn't come to— oscar begins, but jenson doesn't wait for him to finish, who cares? you came.

inside, jenson watches oscar discover in real time the colossal difficulty of turning lando away when he's like this, open and earnest and wanting. victory sharpens others, but lando is not a blade, just a boy. who wants to be touched, and kissed, and adored on the biggest night of his life. oscar holds himself like a— member of the king's guard, honestly, stony and upright and emotionless and entirely a performance. you think you know what it's like to lose, jenson wants to tell him, but how can you, when you don't even know what you already have?

jenson says, i think he deserves a good time after all that, don't you?

oscar says he's drunk and lando says please. oscar says hasn't he had enough of a good time already? and lando says please. oscar says nothing and jenson says i remember you putting that mouth of yours to much better use and oscar blushes from the skin under his eyes all the way down the swell of his cheeks.

once for every win, i think, jenson says from the settee by the window with a perfect view of the bed, of lando's spread legs, of oscar's cock hard and red and pathetic between his thighs. that's seven. think you can give me seven, champ?

no, says lando, silly and petulant and breathless already. his hands are buried in oscar's hair, tight and shaking, like he's scared of letting go. try anyway, jenson says, and smiles.

[lellabellas]

would you ever consider writing a foursome for lando x jenson x oscar x lewis or even a threesome of lando x jenson x lewis 😋

anon are you in my walls, this is so close to what im currently working on???? lewis hasn't gotten involved yet but uhhhhh let's just say im learning a lot about the struggles of writing three-person scenes 😭