omg obvious norrix au where oscar walks in on them and gets traumatized
Slighly nsfw
Oscar knew that going near Lando's drive room post-quali when Martin was around was a dangerous thing, but he needed the other before Marta killed them both for avoiding her and her latest pr ideas.
She had finally cornered Oscar in the McLaren hub. Normally he kept an eye out for her, but Marta was like a little ninja. She appeared out of thin air, and used her sweet smile to threate Oscar into finding Lando for some challenge she wanted them to film.
He had tried to text the groupchat to figure out where Martin was, but he hadn't got an answer yet as he hesitated outside Lando's drivers room. He fiddled with his phone, trying to listen for any clues about what could be happening inside the room because he absolutely didn't want to walk in on them. Hearing them through the walls every so often was bad enough.
Oscar bit at his lip before he sighed, shifting from foot to foot before he raised a hand to knock at the door. He got no response from the knock but his phone did buzz with a text from Max.
"Saw Martin leaving track ten minutes ago 👍"
"Oh thank fuck" Oscar grinned, knocking again without hesitation. He waited a moment but when he didn't hear Lando's voice, Oscar reached for the handle and pushed the door open, "Lando, mate, stop napping cause Marta is going to have our he-"
His words were cut off in a choked noise before he was slamming the door shut again.
Oscar could feel the red blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to blink the image he had just seen out of his mind.
Lando hadn't been napping, and Martin had clearly not left the track because he had been right there in Lando's driver room with Lando on his knees, mouth wrapped around a part of Martin that Oscar had never wanted to see let alone think about. Now, he unfortunately couldn't not think about it as he pulled out his phone again and furiously texted the group.
"Fuck you Verstappen"
The response was instant, and all the other man sent was a row of laughing faces because the fucker absolutely knew that Martin hadn't left the track.
Oscar promised himself he would get him back for this when he least expected it but he was distraced by a sheepish Lando slipping out of his drivers room. Blush high on his cheeks, and eyes unable to look at Oscar.
"So, um, Marta wanted us?", Lando asked. His voice a little husky and sore sound, only serving to highlight just what Lando was doing not even five minutes ago.
Oscar just nodded before he started to walk back towards where he knew Marta would be waiting.
"You're paying for my therapy bill", Oscar muttered as Lando fell into step with him.
The other started giggling at his words, but he still couldn't look at Oscar when he spoke.
"That's fair enough, mate"
