"Need the landoscar summer break fic of landoscar being sluts together and teasing each other long distance" - @bcollisons63
SAY LESS, here it is ;)
- pictures of you -
pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri
warnings: phone sex, sexting,sending nudes, switch!lando and switch!oscar, mutual masturbation, mention of blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex, alcohol, drunk lando, lando and oscar are in a situationship, SMUT smut smut smut
summary: lando and oscar are helplessly horny for each other.
word count: 11k~
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half the season was already gone, and everyone already needed the summer break. so, when it arrived, it felt like a blessing for lando, mainly because finally, he could do whatever he wanted at least for a few weeks. he had already planned it all out, flying to ibiza, then back home, than back to whatever city or country he felt like visiting more, raiding all the party places, claiming his place in front of every dj equipment, jumping and dancing around with all the men surrounding him, gladly hugging and groping whoever crossed his path. and that was exactly what he did.
the first few nights in ibiza blurred together in the best possible way, loud music that thumped straight through his chest, sticky club floors, strangers grinding up against him under neon lights. he let hands wander over his waist, his chest, sometimes lower when the crowd got messier. he kissed boys whose names he never learned, laughed against their mouths, let them buy him drinks he did not need. every morning he woke up in a different bed or on a random balcony with the sun already too bright and his head pounding, only to do it all over again the next night, because he loved it. he loved the freedom, the noise, all the attention, the way nobody expected anything from him except a good time.
but even in the middle of the chaos, oscar kept slipping into his head, many, many times. ever since oscar became his teammate, he couldn't help but always want to be around him. and now, after a few years, they were close in a way which was probably too much for "just" teammates, because last month oscar had invited him to his apartment, and lando had begged the boy to just let him suck him off right there and then because he just couldn't keep up the nonchalant act anymore, couldn't continue lying about wanting him so bad. one thing lead to another, and that night they took turns and fucked each other so well, that ever since, if he's jerking off or if he's getting touched by someone else, the only person lando is thinking about is oscar, and him only. he didn't want oscar to just fade away in the background again, so even though for the break they had to be apart obviously, they both had separate plans, which were actually very much different because oscar preferred relaxing beach days instead of suffocating disco nights, lando still made sure to answer his texts, didn't matter how faded he was and how hard it was for him to type out a normal reply most of the times.
it was stupid how often it happened. how often lando mistook someone's appearance and suddenly thought it was oscar, some tall guy with pale skin would brush past him on the dance floor and for half a second lando’s brain would go quiet, and his heart would do a flip, thinking it was him. or he would be pressed against a stranger’s chest and suddenly remember the way oscar smelled. late at night, when the party finally died down and he was alone in whatever hotel room he had ended up in, the quiet felt heavier than it should have. these times, he always grabbed his phone, and hit up oscar, because he was the only one who he actually wanted to talk to. and gosh, he also wanted to fuck him horribly bad, but he couldn't just ask him to meet up just to get laid.
they texted a lot, though. not always deep conversations, that was actually pretty rare, mostly just constant little things. oscar sending dry one liners about how boring monaco was without the circus around, lando replying with blurry photos from the club, captions that were mostly just strings of emojis and “wish u were here”. sometimes the messages got softer after midnight, oscar asking if he had eaten, lando admitting he missed him, the kind of texts that made something warm and uncomfortable twist in lando’s stomach. and the kind of texts which definitely made his cock twitch desperately in his pants.
he felt bad about it, sometimes. he was supposed to be enjoying the break, being chaotic and free and slutty exactly the way he had planned. instead, he kept catching himself checking his phone between songs, hoping for oscar’s name to light up the screen. he wanted to see him. properly, not just through a screen. wanted to throw an arm around his shoulders again, wanted to hear that quiet laugh in person, wanted to drag him into the middle of a crowded dance floor and see if oscar would actually let loose for once, and he just wanted to kiss him until he couldn't breathe anymore.
the more nights passed, the more the parties started to feel a little empty without him, and the more lando felt like the need was clawing at him from inside. he wanted oscar too much, he wanted to feel his cock slide into him again, he was so mad that they had only done it once, right before the break. now, they were kind of stuck in this unsure situationship, that's the reason they didn't travel together now, and that's the reason lando can't even enjoy his hookups this summer, because all he wants is oscar, no one else.
one night, he found himself in another random hotel room, the kind with thin walls and a minibar he had already seen a hundred times. the party had ended hours ago but his body was still buzzing, too wired to sleep and too drunk to think straight. the ceiling spun a little every time he blinked. he reached for his phone as he lowered himself clumsily on the bed.
lando: oscaaaar
lando: u awake?
lando: im so bored
it took a couple of minutes before the reply finally came from the other end.
oscar: it’s 3am
oscar: why are you still up
lando: cant sleep
lando: head feels funny
lando: miss ur dumb face
oscar: you’re drunk
oscar: go to sleep, norris
lando: dont wanna
lando: talk to me
lando: what r u wearing
there was a longer pause this time. lando stared at the screen, bottom lip caught between his teeth, already half hard just from the idea of oscar sending him a picture.
oscar: normal clothes
oscar: why
lando: show me
lando: pleaseeee
lando: im lonely
oscars eyes widened as he read the message, he still wasn't fully used to how bold lando was when he was drunk. but he couldn't, and actually didn't even want to resist. he quickly snapped a picture of himself from above, just a simple black shirt and a pair of shorts covering his body. he sent it to lando without a second thought.
lando: fuck
lando: u loik hot
lando: look
lando: so so hot
lando stared at the picture for a long while, wanting nothing else but to yank those shorts off of oscars thighs, which by the way, he loved to grab on, and take his cock in his hand. he wanted to see it, he wondered if it was already hard for him, he couldn't see on the picture, it was too dim. he really wished that oscar was straining because of him.
oscar: you’re one to talk
oscar: send one back then
lando quickly jumped out of bed, stumbling in front of the mirror he had in the room. he took a glance at himself, he looked hot enough. shirtless with messy hair, and his pants doing nothing to hide his growing erection. he snapped the picture, though his hands were a bit shaky now, he was needy. needy and so, so horny. he sent it.
oscar: jesus, lando
oscar: you’re actually so hard right now
oscar felt his mouth fill with a little more drool than usual, lando was unfairly hot in that picture. his beautiful tan skin stood out from those white shorts he was wearing, and oscar could clearly see the outline of that thick cock lando was packing. it got him worked up, too worked up. he wanted to see more, hell, he just wanted to touch him.
lando: ur fault
lando: keep talkin osc
lando: make it worse
lando was now back on top of the bed, desperately palming and squeezing himself through his shorts. he didn't want to turn this into a quick wank, he wanted to make it last, he wanted to cum entirely because of oscar, and he wanted to do the same to him.
oscar: you’re ridiculous
oscar: what do you want me to say
lando: anythin
lando: just dont stop
lando: please
on the other side of the continent, oscar was already fully hard, just as hard and tempted as lando, staring at the photo of the boy, all messy and drunk and needy. he exhaled slowly, one hand resting over the bulge in his shorts as he typed.
oscar: you’re such a mess when you’re like this
oscar: bet you’re touching yourself already
lando: maybe
lando: wanna see?
oscar was definitely blushing now, suddenly feeling way hotter than usual. of course he wanted to see, it wasn't even a question, but he wasn't going to act all desperate, at least not yet.
oscar: yeah
oscar: show me
lando: ok wait
lando: hold on 😉
a minute later another photo came through. this one was clearer, lando lying back against the hotel pillows, phone held above him, boxers and shorts pushed down just enough for his cock to rest heavy against his stomach. he was fully hard now, the tip shiny, his free hand loosely wrapped around the base like he had only just stopped jerking, because honestly, he had just given himself a few, shallow strokes.
lando: there
lando: happy?
oscar let out a groan as he stared at the picture. he wished he could take that pretty cock in his mouth and suck it in deep.
oscar: fuck
oscar: look at you, you're surely aching, lando
lando: just touch yourself baby
lando: do it
lando was slowly fucking up into his own fist now, wishing it was oscars mouth, or hand, or hole, actually it didn't matter.
oscar: bossy
oscar: you’re the one who’s drunk and desperate
lando: so?
lando: still want u to touch ur cock while u look at me
lando: come on oscar
lando: dont be boring
on the other end, oscar let out a shaky breath and finally shoved his shorts down. his cock sprang free, already aching. he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a slow stroke, eyes locked on the photo of lando all spread out and shameless for him.
oscar: fine
oscar: i’m touching it
oscar: happy now?
lando gripped his own cock firmer, the thought of oscar jerking himself to the thought of him made him twitch and leak some more.
lando: yessss
lando: tell me how it feels
lando: is it hard cause of me?
oscar: fuck, you know it is
oscar: that photo is so hot, lando
oscar: you look like you’re waiting for someone to come n use you
lando: maybe i am
lando: maybe i want u here
lando: would u fuck me if u were?
oscar’s hand tightened, stroking himself with faster, harder pulls. the whole conversation seemed so dry, but at the same time it was so intense that it made his head spin.
oscar: yeah
oscar: i would
oscar: i’d pin you down and make you take it until you stopped talking shit
lando let out a high pitched moan at oscars text, he wanted that so bad, he wanted oscar to push him down on the bed, to slap his ass then just use him until he's satisfied, until both of them are just boneless messes. he loved that he could get oscar to talk like this.
lando: ohhh
lando: there he is
lando: more, osc
lando: tell me more
lando: i’d be good for u i swear
lando was jerking himself fast now, hips bucking up into his own hand, chasing his high, wanting to cum for oscar, he also wanted to show him, once he made a mess, he'll for sure send him a video with the sound on.
oscar: no you wouldn't
oscar: you’d be a brat the whole time
oscar: you’d mouth off until I'd have to shut you up
lando: maybe
lando: but then i’d be so nice after
lando: i’d let u do whatever
lando: you could use my mouth
lando: or my ass
lando: i wouldnt even complain
oscar sucked in a sharp breath, his fist gripping his own cock hard, trying to imitate landos tight hole around himself.
oscar: fuck, that's it, send me a vid
oscar: show yourself lando, let me see you more
lando wasted no time, he made sure to capture all the slick he had dripped on his lower stomach in frame with his proudly standing cock, he sent oscar a few seconds video of him just stroking steadily, letting the wet sounds fill the room, moaning softly in the background.
lando: look how bad im leaking
lando: if u were here u could clean it up
lando: with ur mouth maybe
lando: would u do it?
oscar: maybe
oscar: if you asked properly
lando: please baby
lando: please i want ur mouth on me
lando: i want to feel u moan around my cock too
lando: wanna fuck ur mouth
lando: we could take turns
lando: i’d be so good for u
oscar: you’d last about ten seconds
oscar: you’re already shaking in that video, I can see it
lando: am not
lando: shut up
lando: im doing fine
lando: just keep talkin to me
oscar: what do you want to hear
oscar: that i’m stroking my cock thinking about you on your knees?
oscar: that i keep imagining how red your lips would get?
oscar: or that i want to bend you over the side of that hotel bed and fuck you until you cry?
lando was desperately stroking himself now, fast and needy, moaning shamelessly, wishing oscar could hear him now.
lando: yes
lando: that last one
lando: more of that
lando: please
oscar: i’d hold you down
oscar: make you take every thrust
oscar: you’d be so loud
oscar: the whole floor would hear you, I'm sure
lando threw his head back for a few seconds, groaning and letting out a stream of soft little whimpers, his hand pumping his cock. he was getting close, so close, he quickly opened the conversation again, and recorded a short video for oscar again.
lando: fuckkk
lando: i’d let u
lando: look how hard I am for you
lando: wanna cum for u osc
lando: wish I could cum down ur throat
lando: i’d spread my legs for u so easy
lando: u could use me however u want
lando: i wouldnt even fight it
oscar: liar
oscar: you’d be a brat the whole time
oscar: talking back
oscar: trying to be in charge
oscar: until i made it so good you forgot how to speak
oscar: and fuck, wish I could be the one giving you a handjob instead - liked by lando
lando: maybe I'd be a lil bratty
lando: but then i’d get all soft after
lando: u know i would
lando: i’d let u hold me
lando: and kiss me
lando: and tell me i did good
lando was now letting out lewd little noises, squeezing the head of his cock harder, stroking with such powerful movements.
oscar: yeah
oscar: you would
oscar: you’d go all quiet and clingy
oscar: that’s my favourite version of you
lando: oscarrrrr
lando: stop being soft
lando: im trying to jerk off
lando: ur making my chest feel weird
oscar: cute
oscar: keep stroking that pretty cock
oscar: but slow
oscar: match my pace
lando: how am i supposed to know ur pace
lando: send a video then
lando: it's only fair if I can see u too
there was a longer pause. then a video arrived, oscar’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slow and tight, the exact rhythm he had ordered lando to follow. his breathing was audible, a little heavier than usual. at the end of the video he angled the camera up just enough to show his face, lips parted cheeks faintly pink.
oscar: there
oscar: now match it
oscar: and don’t speed up
lando: fuck yes okay
lando: u look hot
lando: i hate how hot u are
oscar: less talking
oscar: more stroking
oscar: tell me how it feels
lando: soo good am close
lando: my hand is all sticky
lando: wish it was ur hand instead
lando: or ur mouth
lando: or ur ass
lando: im not picky
oscar: greedy
oscar: you’re so fucking greedy when you’re drunk
lando: its cuz of u osc
lando: m gonna cum soon
oscar: call me
oscar: on facetime
aaand
that's how they ended up cumming together on camera for each other, for the first time. it wasn't the last encounter though, after this one night, it happened rather casually, every other day. lando would just simply facetime oscar at a random ungodly hours, pants already pushed down, showing himself off, telling oscar how much he wants to fuck his face until he could cum down his throat. of course, oscar wouldn't let these slide, and he would tease him to hell and back, sending him random mirror selfies, once shirtless, then with shirt on but flexing his arms, then straight up naked with a hard cock visible.
lando would aggressively hump his pillow then to the thoughts of oscar, and he swears he'd travel back home faster just to get his hands on oscar. he still goes out to parties and clubs almost every night, but it's mostly just to intentionally rub himself onto other guys on camera to make oscar jealous, because he knew he saw every single one of these moments on twitter. and then, if he'd call him out for it, he'd act like it's not a big deal, but he knew oscar would show him just how much of a big deal it is when he's stretching out his ass the moment they get to meet up again. but lando would do the same to him, because he can't wait to just finally fuck him into the mattress.
however, oscar didn't have much opportunity to make lando jealous, because he was in australia at his family's house, and all he did every day was just swimming around at the beach. it was relaxing and something he had been waiting on for a long time now, for sure, but it definitely wasn't a good opportunity to somehow make lando mad. so he decided that the occasional pictures of his cock and abs would do their work. they certainly did, because lando had a bulging hard-on nearly all the time. and as payback, lando would send oscar minutes long voice notes of him just whimpering, wet sounds audible as he jerks his cock. he's not saying a word though, just moaning shamelessly, then hitting that send button.
oscar would go crazy over these voise messages every single time, listening to them on full volume until he nutted in his own pants, sometimes nearly handsfree, then he would send pictures of his ruined pants to lando without any caption, and then, lando would know that yes,that was his fault, and he'd feel extremely proud of himself.
after weeks of back to back sexting and facetiming with their dicks out and jerked, the meet up would be nothing less than phenomenal. lando wouldn't even ask if he could come over, the moment he gets to know that oscar is finally in the same city as him, he'd rush over to his place, important detail: without any underwear under his pants. the second oscar would let him in, he'd throw himself on him, kissing him with such aggression that oscar would nearly fall backwards.
from that moment, they wouldn't question if they're in a relationship, or what is exactly their status, they wouldn't care about locking the door or keeping quiet because of the neighbors, they'd just finally melt into each other, loving on each other with heat and anticipation, never stopping until they'd both go weak and incapable of moving normally.
from blowjobs to handjobs, humping and fucking, they'd do all that, just to make up for all the lost time they spent eye fucking each other instead of really doing something, and for all the lost time they've just spent apart.
