I am ✨manifesting✨ a Norrix New Year's Eve celebration.
You Got In My Mind (Like A Beautiful Dream)
Tuesday, December 31st, 10.59 PM Indochina Time, Bangkok, Thailand. An hour and a minute until New Year. An hour and a half until Lando can celebrate it.
Until then though, Lando is stuck backstage, watching Martin perform from afar. The show is absolutely mind blowing. Lasers and pyrotechnics and confetti canons are going wild. Martin is jumping up and down and creating a hell of an atmosphere for the crowd. Lando is nothing short of proud. Over the years he got to know loads of Martin's friends and people from team Garrix who made every single one of his shows even possible and so amazing. He knows how much work and time and love every single one of them puts into it, it makes him appreciate the final product even more.
By now he's been to a fair share of Martin Garrix shows but he will never get sick of watching Martin perform. Will never grow tired of seeing him all sweaty and full of adrenaline and passion. Every now and then Martin will turn his head in Lando's direction and shoot him a blinding smile that could easily outshine the fireworks above him. It sends sparks up Lando's spine just like it did the first time he watched him perform and Martin glanced at him from the stage.
Back then he thought he would never feel more special than being allowed to watch a show from backstage of the number one DJ in the world. He thought the same thing when not long after that Martin invited Lando to DJ with him for smaller gigs and parties for friends. But it got even better than that. Because now here he is, for the second year in a row, attending one of the world's biggest New Year's Eve shows. And he is not just watching the world's number one DJ, no, he is watching his boyfriend perform. And as if that wasn't amazing enough, he is watching him perform songs Martin wrote about him. Now, Lando is a really humble guy, but fuck, does that turn him on.
Yesterday Martin had offered Lando to join him on stage for a bit, a few fans already spotted him in Thailand a few days ago and connected the dots, so it wouldn't really have blown their cover, but Lando declined anyway because he wasn't sure if he wouldn't be too obvious and he didn't want to out them in front of thousands of people. Now, a couple of drinks into the evening, Lando knows it was the right decision, because if he were on stage with Martin right now, his hands would for sure be all over him.
Since he can't do that, he just clutches his drink tightly in his hand and trails his tongue over the rim of the glass, totally not imagining it's Martin's bottom lip.
The night progresses and the countdown to the end of the year is getting closer and closer. Martin's neck is getting sweatier by the minute and Lando's patience is running thin. He doesn't know how much longer he can refrain from walking on stage and burying his fingers in Martin's messy hair and licking a fat stripe down his neck.
He takes another sip of his drink.
Watse comes up to him, "Are you enjoying the show?" he asks and bops his head along to the music. What a silly question.
"Yeah! He is amazing, might be one of my favourites so far, I really don't know how he keeps outdoing himself!" Lando screams over the loud beats, voice full of admiration.
"Yep, that's our Martijn," Watse says with equal amounts of pride, "We have to make this a tradition," he continues and nods his head towards Lando.
"What do you mean?" Lando asks him.
"You celebrating New Year's Eve with us, it's always nice to have you tag along!"
"Oh, thank you! Yeah, it's definitely my intention," Lando replies and blushes a little, even after almost two and a half years of knowing Martin, he still can't believe he is lucky enough to get to plan a future with him.
Watse walks off again, talking to some other people and doing manager things.
Lando keeps watching Martin and moving along to the music. He looks at the countdown on one of the big screens. Five minutes until midnight. That means Lando's personal countdown until he can kiss Martin senseless is down to about 35 minutes. He can do this.
The song comes to an end and fades into an instrumental track, Martin takes the microphone and thanks all the fans for spending the night with him, for all the support throughout the year, and for making 2024 so amazing in general. He talks about how he knows that some of his fans might have had to go through tough times in the past year and he hopes his music brought them some hope and joy. He tells them he sees the videos people post of their proposals and weddings and parties where they play his songs and he thanks them for letting him be part of such special moments in their lives. He talks about some of the fun things he has planned for 2025 and how he hopes they will be part of it.
Lando thinks back to all the memories he shared with Martin the past year. From watching him perform the New Year's Eve show in Bali, to escaping people and enjoying a few days in Perth with Daniel, to skiing with more of their friends in Finland, to exploring caves in Vietnam. He thinks about how much fun they had on King's Day, how carefree and utterly happy he was and how the scar on his nose will forever remind him of it. He thinks about how Martin cried on the phone when he called him after his first Formula 1 win because he was so proud of him. How proud he was when he got to see him win live in Zandvoort. And how he moved mountains so he could celebrate the WCC with him. He thinks about the countless times they met up throughout the year even just for a day or two, just to spend time with each other's families, to watch tennis, to go shopping. Just to take Martin's boat out on the canals, to watch the stars, to cuddle. He thinks about how he got to celebrate the start, and now gets to celebrate the end of this incredible year, that was 2024, with the person he loves most. It makes him a little emotional.
Martin glances at the countdown, only 30 seconds to go. "Thank you so, so much for deciding to end this year with me and to start the new one together. I love you all so much!" he tells the audience.
The countdown is down to ten seconds and the crowd joins Martin in chanting, "10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR" Lando screams as well and their eyes meet for a second. Lando blows him a kiss, Martin puts his hand over his heart. God, how much he loves him.
The set continues for about another half hour and Lando's entire body is buzzing with anticipation.
Martin never has fixed set list but Lando knows which song he is closing the night with and as soon as he hears the opening notes of it, his heart starts beating faster in his chest. Only a couple more minutes. The music fades out, Martin waves one more time to the crowd, puts his hands together and bows his head down as a silent thank you. Then he runs off the stage, runs towards Lando. His hair is messy, his neck sweaty, his t-shirt is drenched as well; he looks completely perfect.
"Happy New Year, everybody!" Martin greets the people who are waiting for him behind the stage, but his entire focus is on Lando, his eyes never leaving his.
A round of roars erupts, everyone is talking above each other, eager to wish Martin a happy new year in return and congratulate him on his insane show.
Somebody tries to start a conversation with Martin but Lando is quick to interrupt them, "Nah uh, sorry guys, but he is mine now, I hope you'll excuse us," he says and takes Martin's hand, dragging him away from all the people. He makes him follow him into Martin's dressing room, once inside, he immediately shuts the door and presses Martin against it.
"Fuck, I need you," he whines against his lips.
"I'm all sweaty and gross," Martin giggles.
"No, I love you sweaty," Lando whispers in Martin's ear and drags his teeth across Martin's neck, "not gross at all," he kisses along his jaw, "besides, when I am done with you, you will be sweating anyway."
"Oh, is that so?" Martin says in a teasing voice and spins them around, his hands are on Lando's waist, holding him in place.
"You have no idea how riled up you got me," Lando moans, "so fucking unfair how hot you look on stage and I don't get to kiss you for hours."
"Mhmm yeah, we better make up for that now," Martin says against his skin, his lips are grazing the corner of Lando's mouth. He trails his tongue over Lando's bottom lip. Lando opens up with a sigh. Their teeth clash together and their tongues intertwine messily. It's sloppy and needy and everything Lando wants in that moment. He moves his hands to Martin's head and twists his fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. Martin lets out a deep moan. It's a heavenly sound. Lando's head is absolutely swimming; a little drunk on vodka, a lot drunk on Martin. "Fuck, I love you so much," he whines, a little trail of saliva connecting their lips.
"Couch," Martin instructs and clumsily walks Lando over to the couch in the corner of his room. Lando hastily pulls Martin's t-shirt over his head while Martin fumbles with the buttons of Lando's dress shirt. Lando feels the couch press against the back of his knees and lays down on it. Martin follows and puts his knees on either side of Lando's hips, straddling him. He is trailing kisses along Lando's collar bones when the door flies open. Their heads snap towards it.
"Ah fuck, niet weer!" Louis curses under his breath and shuts the door as quickly as he opened it.
Lando and Martin burst out laughing. "You'd think he would have learned to knock by now," Lando giggles and chases Martin's lips again. Martin gives him a quick peck and gets up from the couch.
"Nooo, come back," Lando complains immediately.
"I'll be right there, baby, just gonna lock the door," Martin walks over to the door and turns the key, then he spins around and walks towards him with a devilish smirk on his face. As soon as he is within reach, Lando grabs him and pulls him on top of him again. Martin complies easily. He gives Lando a deep kiss before he makes his way down his body. He drags his teeth along his jaw, licks a fat stripe down his throat, kisses down his chest, flicks his tongue against his nipples, trails kisses down his abs, and noses along the waistband of his trousers. He hooks his fingers in Lando's waistband and looks up to him, eyes full of love and lust, "Now I can properly wish you a happy new year," he says with a low voice and winks at Lando. He pulls Lando's trousers and boxer briefs down and kisses the inside of his thigh before he slowly takes him into his mouth.
Lando closes his eyes. Yeah, he can definitely get behind starting 2025 like this.
