Summary: A little smau about all the times Lando and Oscar have been simping about each other over the radio, featuring their poor team just trying to do their job.
Tags: fluff, humor, established relationship
Warnings: swearing
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landoscarradios
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landoscarradios Lando and Oscar’s radios today during the Monaco Grand Prix!
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username lmao lando’s little giggle tells me he knew exactly what effect that had on oscar
username ikr, i bet they’re nasty in the bedroom
username have you ever heard about inside thoughts??? smh you people
username he called him Osc kdkdjsjsh AHHHH
username rivals my ass, listen to these lovesick fools!
username this is why workplace boundaries exist
username not Oscar being all proud of him 😭🫶🏻 also so true abt the intelligence
username Landoscar wedding when????
landoscarradios
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landoscarradios So… how are we feeling after watching the GP in Canada ? 🥲
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username i can’t with the way lando wanted to make sure oscar knows he’s sorry 😭😭 my baby
username immediately turned the tv off when norris touched that wall.. sad i missed this radio
username omg you have no idea how crazy it was hearing them say this
username the relief in Oscar’s voice 😭 nonchalant my ass
username Oscar is such a softie when it comes to Lando 🥹🥹
username i’m feeling unwell
username god i love them so much
username lmao the fact they tried to shove the friends to enemies narrative down our throats, meanwhile them:
landoscarradios
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landoscarradios Landoscar’s radios today during the Austrian GP, with Lando refusing to switch positions after his 4.9 second pit stop! 🧡
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username …and they were teammates
username LMAOOOO
username Lando being all considerate of Oscar, meanwhile Oscar: IDIOT!
username not Tom calling him out i can’t 😭😭
username Lando going against team orders for Oscar is just … 🥹
username Ikr, any other driver wouldve taken the opportunity
username bro didnt want to sleep on the couch tonight i guess
lando @/oscarpiastri Aha.. That’s how you thank me, huh? By calling me an idiot?
oscarpiastri Yep. My idiot.❤️
lando Way better. ❤️
landoscarradios
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landoscarradios Baku GP: We always love listening to their radios when these two are fighting for P1!
Another great 1-2 podium! 🧡🧡
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username these two are more entertaining than the whole race at this point
username no because i just love how they fuck with each other hahahah
username not oscar trying to get under his skin 😭 did we not learn from canada
username i just know their whole team is suffering when they enter the room
username mclaren’s version of foreplay
mclaren Why are we getting dragged into the foreplay now?
username Oh my fucking God 😭😭
username When he calls you a bitch but it’s full of love 🥰🥰
username they’re the two people who could never sit together in school without getting separated
username LMAO this is so true, except they just let them do shit like that
landoscarradios
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landoscarradios Sad day for us as both McLaren boys DNF’d shortly after one another in Miami today. 😔🙏🏻
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username not Oscar laughing about his boyfriend while his front wing is stuck in a wall 😭😭
username i mean how do you run out of fuel??? valid
username they’re so fucking unserious i’m crying at lando singing randomly 😭😭
username Lando switching back to serious again when he realized Will was NOT AMUSED
username god i hope they stay together forever
oscarpiastri We will ❤️
lando You’re gonna see us racing with walkers when we’re grey and old 🏎️
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first of all, thank you for all the love this series received so far! when i first posted the Max version it was just a silly little idea that popped into my mind in the middle of the night, and i never expected the amount of love and requests for more of it!! <33
i know i did promise you to do the retired driver’s also, but i can’t find a way to get the graphics right for them, so there’d only be the option of using one of the current grid drivers and simply cutting the name off. it would look something like this for Nico Rosberg, for example:
i know it wouldn’t be the same as the other versions, but if it wouldn’t bother you and you still want me to do them, please let me know!!
a different option would be radio versions based on this request. (which i might do anyway, but let me know if that would be something you’d like to read also!:) )
also, if you’ve read this far: landoscar version coming out tonight! 🤫
hey ❤ I'm the anon who requested driver! reader for the radio check series and I just saw you replied to it so I wanted to add that you don't have to make a Y/N radio if it's not possible and just focus on the driver. Hope this made sense and didn't confuse you, I'm not that great with english sometimes 💀
ahh so you mean like we only see the POV of the actual driver and the reader’s POV just isn’t shown, instead she’s like just commenting and stuff? that’s actually a pretty good idea 👀
hi! I really love your radio check series and have propably read them all like twice now ❤ would it be possible for you to do versions of them where the reader is also a driver? but tbh it'd be understandable if that's too tricky to write
hii! great idea! the only problem is that i can’t customize the radio to say “Y/N Radio”, so that would only be possible if i made the reader’s last name one of the drivers’, like Max Verstappen x leclerc!reader for example, then it would still say Leclerc radio… 😅
Summary: A little smau about all the times Max and Charles have been simping about each other over the radio, featuring poor GP & Bryan just trying to do their job.
Tags: fluff, humor, established relationship
Warnings: swearing
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a/n: some of them are cut off because they got too long, so you’ll need to click on them to see it all :)
lestappenradios
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lestappenradios Max’ and Charles’ radio from the Australian GP today, right after Max almost made contact with his boyfriend in turn 5.
Well, we hope the couch is soft, at least.
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username i can’t fucking believe years ago people called me crazy for shipping this and now we get radios like these
username ok but the way charles immediately backtracked 😭😭
username fr i wonder what wouldve happened if that was yuki
username oh what a great day to be a lestappen shipper
charles_leclerc Oh so you do know that was wrong? @/maxverstappen1 ❤️ by author
maxverstappen1 I did say I’m sorry, didn’t I? ❤️ by author
charles_leclerc Oh hahahahaa, when you say it like that! Have fun on the couch tonight 😒 ❤️ by author
username Lestappen married couple confirmed
username Oh my god I just love them so much 😭 power couple fr
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lestappenradios Well, we watched the Canadian GP with mixed feelings today: Charles’ DNF after his pit stop on the 21st lap, while Max finished the race in P1. 😔
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username oh my fucking god did he just?!?
username he did.
username calling out your boyfriends team while he never said a bad word about them is CRAZY
username yeah but it’s safe to say that max probably knows how Charles is actually feeling with them yk
username Charles can never catch a fucking break 😭😭😭 the way he was still happy for Max
username Charles being happy for Max’ win while Max is angry for Charles’ DNF 😭 soulmates your honor
maxverstappen1 I said what I said. ❤️ by author
username WHAT FHE ACTUAL
username Charles is really quiet about the situation 👀
username well wtf is he supposed to do?? he’s still in a contract with them
username even if he wasn’t, Charles would never say a bad thing about them
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lestappenradios CHARLES LECLERC WINS THE MONACO GRAND PRIX!! 🇲🇨
A really emotional day for the fans and especially Charles’ biggest fan: Max Verstappen.
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username no because max wouldve been pissed would it be anyone else finishing in front of him
username Oh max 😭😭 He’s always so supportive and proud of Charles
danielricciardo Oh my sweet lovesick children
username this actually made me fucking cry while watching F1 with my dad 😭😭
username omg same i cried like a baby
username i just love their love, always supporting each other in achieving their dreams ❤️
charles_leclerc Couldn’t have done it without you, @/maxverstappen1 ❤️
maxverstappen1 We both know that’s not true. This was all you. So fucking proud of you! ❤️
username that’s it. i can die happily now.
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Pairing: Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri!gf reader x Oscar Piastri
Summary: After Oscar reveals that he knew about you and Lando all along, he shows his papaya teammate who you actually belong to.
Tags: cheating haunts the narrative, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pwp
Warnings: smut, swearing
Wc: 1k
part 1 part 2
Lando can’t believe what is happening right in front of his eyes, sitting in the creaky armchair of a hotel room he stumbled into minutes ago, with a totally different idea of how the night would end.
He came here expecting you waiting for him, ready to bend over for Lando, maybe even make use of these ridiculously large mirrors of the hotel rooms in Abu Dhabi.
Instead he walked into whatever the fuck this is, and now he sits in the arm rest opposite the large bed, gripping the arm rest tightly, knuckles turning white and every muscle tensing while he tries to ignore how tight his sweats have started to feel.
He doesn’t even know what feeling to concentrate on first. It’s overwhelming in the best kind of way, the arousal, the need. The Intrigue. Confusion, even.
But there’s not a single chance he’s taking his eyes off you – and Oscar, kneeling behind you while your own knees dig into the soft mattress, back arched and ass high.
Your hair’s a mess, sweat glistening on your forehead and collarbone flushed a deep red. But you’re so fucking beautfiul, taking him from behind despite your legs shaking from the position, and Lando’s fingers twitch with the need to reach out for you.
It’s not soft. It’s messy. Filthy. Not anything like the sweet lovemaking Lando always imagined between the two of you, especially since Oscar always gave him the impression of being shy, the kind of person who whispers sweet nothings while he makes love to you missionary.
Clearly, he couldn’t have been any more wrong about his teammate.
Oscar fucks you hard. Relentlessly snapping his hips so hard the sound of his pelvis meeting your ass echoes through the room.
You’re looking right back at Lando. Try to, at least. As best you can as you’re fighting the urge to close your eyes from the pleasure rippling through your body.
Lando watches your jaw going slack when a deep, throaty moan slips past your lips, and he shifts in his seat, legs spreading wider to get more comfortable. Failing miserably when the bulge in his pants only grows, blood rushing south and his own cock getting harder, pulsing with the need to cross the room and shut you up with it.
He watches the way you grip the bedsheets how you once gripped his undershirt while he was fucking into you after a race, and he swallows down the needy whine that gets stuck somewhere in his throat.
He listens, too. To every little sound you make. Every little moan and breathy “fuck” you let out. Every time you moan Oscar’s name instead of his.
You try turning to look back at Oscar, but he tsk’s at you, all mean and dominant, hand fisting into your hair to turn your head back around to face Lando. “Nuh uh. Keep your eyes on him, baby. Let him see how much you like getting handled like a little slut.”
Oscar’s voice is mean. Far from the calm and collected aussie boy Formula One knows.
“Gonna show him how to fuck you right,” he whispers into your ear, loud enough for Lando to hear, and close enough to send a visible shiver down your spine.
His eyes snap up to Lando, the usual brown swallowed by the black of his widened pupils, locking with his own. Goosebumps pebble his skin, and he shifts again, pressing a palm on his aching cock over the fabric of his sweats.
The friction only does so much, though. He needs fucking release.
He’s nothing but helpless as he watches, the time going by torturously slow, every minute feeling like the punishment Oscar clearly wants this to be.
He watches as your whole body stills, body tensing and mouth falling open with a moan so loud the people next door probably hear, and then Oscar follows right behind you, like the fucking soulmate he apparently is, coming deep inside of you and telling you how you’re his girl, taking it so fucking well.
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The two of you don’t act like nothing ever happened, but maybe like it simply didn’t change a thing between you two, and things turn back to normal between you and Oscar after that night. At least for a little while.
Because the moment the new season starts, everything changes.
The tension in the garage is so thick you can taste it on your tongue, and you realize with a single look at him that Lando isn’t only trying to fight for the championship this year.
It starts after the second race of the season, though, when Oscar and Lando get a 1-2 podium and the whole team goes out to celebrate together, as always.
The music is loud, and the bass vibrates through your skull. You can’t remember how many drinks you’ve been having already, just tip your head back and let the shot travel down your throat and warm up your stomach from the inside.
You’re sharing a booth with them. So far, everything’s been completely normal, a false game of pretense so the rest of the team doesn’t notice anything is off about the three of you.
Lando, however, seems to think it’s a good idea to stop playing the role of the teammate, the good friend.
His words come out slurred, “Listen, mate. I know I’ve handled the situation very poorly.”
Oscar scoffs, rolls his eyes. Stays silent until Lando continues.
“I’m just saying, she clearly wants us both. Why not share her?”
You choke on your drink, eyes widening at the words. Seriously, the fucking audacity of this man.
The cocky smirk on your boyfriend’s face screams arrogance, and he lifts his brows when he speaks. “And why the fuck should I do that?”
“Let’s play a little game. Whoever gets the better position at the end of the race gets her first.”
Summary: A little smau about all the times Pierre has been simping about you over the radio, featuring poor John just trying to do his job.
Tags: fluff, humor, established relationship
Warnings: swearing, suggestive
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gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Pierre’s radio during the GP today, right after Antonelli pushed him off the track and into the gravel, causing a DNF. 😔
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username it’s the fact they showed her afterwards and she was actually fuming in the garage 😭😭
username just shows that he knows her really well hahaha
username Y/N: when I catch you Kimi, when I catch you 🤛🏻
username john’s silence is so loud, my boy is fed up
username It’s because Kimi can’t fucking drive for shit 😒 first Max and now Pierre, no wonder she was PISSED
yourusername Hi there! Just wanted to let you know that I was pissed at the DNF and the bad luck in general, not at Kimi. Stuff like that happens, so please don’t come at him now.🩷 ❤️ by author
kimi.antonelli So we’re all good then, right? I can stop hiding?
yourusername Of course 🩷
kimi.antonelli Oh thank God I thought you were mad at me 😭
pierregasly The love of my life everybody
username Simp
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Uh, so, if someone asks us who won this race, we honestly couldn’t tell you. We were too busy listenting to these two. 🤫
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username when you’re arriving at the simp contest but Pierre Gasly’s already there
username I miss when this sport was about actual racing
username Pierre honestly it’s okay, we get it, she’s stunning 🥹
username fr like everyone judging him but here i am like: same
username Y/N really won the boyfriend lottery 😭 my turn next please
username i came for the racing and stayed for the iconic WAG that Y/N is
charles_leclerc @/pierregasly Mate, this is a new low, even for you ❤️ by author
pierregasly I just can’t help it, have you seen her??? ❤️ by author
charles_leclerc All I am seeing is that you are an idiot ❤️ by author
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gaslysradio *in Daniel Ricciardos voice* PIERRE GASLYYYY wins the Spanish Grand Prix with the fastest lap time! 🩷
We think you really deserve to celebrate with Y/N now, Pierre!
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username rumors have it he meant a different kind of celebration 😏
username y’all are so weird talking about actual real people like that smh
username man i just wanna be a wag with a hot driver boyfriend, is it too much to ask for?? 😭
olliebearman Hmu
kimi.antonelli Oh my fucking God
username What’s going on with these drivers these says??? 🤣🤣
username fr did you see ollie’s reply in the comments what the actual fuck
yourusername So proud of you, mon amour ❤️
pierregasly Hearing this from you makes the hard work worth it every time ❤️
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Pierre’s radio during Q1 in Baku today. Seems like we lost John to talking about Y/N as well.
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username the way John went from awkward silence to mentioning her lmaoo im weak
username that’s because it’s the only way Pierre’s gonna listen to him 🤣
username can we all agree that F1 is such a homoerotic sport like???
username it’s the immediate thought about men touching for me
username it’s the hardcore ass grabbing and clapping after a podium for me but you do you
yourusername He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.
username rumors have it John’s somewhere enjoying his revenge rn
john.howard 👀
pierregasly Traitor
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Las Vegas GP: Pierre’s radio after a slow 4.3 sec pit stop, realizing they gave him the wrong tyres and completely fucked with the strategy. :(
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username Ok but I’ve never heard him so angry before !!!
username lol not him losing his shit and still thinking about Y/N
yourusername On his mind 24/7 💅
username Yk what Queen shit tbh
username hearing this radio live was… something
username lmao yeah the excessive beeping wrecked me
username and the complete silence that followed after
username @/alpinef1team is everything okay at home???
alpinef1team Everything is great 😀
username truly fucking unhinged, i’m speechless
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In which you and Ollie have been friends since childhood, always supporting each other. Through his F1 career, your depression. But now your boyfriend broke up with you because he couldn’t make you come, and Ollie is… there, of course.
Hiii first off I love your writing; second can O request an Ollie fic with a female reader. This is kinda just to maybe fix my past relationship issues so …. You know how anti depressants and SSRIs in general make it really difficult for women to finish, like it can take 30 minutes just to get there. I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader and having this problem and Ollie is being super sweet and reassuring. You can make it as smutty or fluffy as you like. My ex literally broke up with me because he couldn’t get me to finish…..
hii!!! first of, i’m really sorry to hear about your ex breaking up with you over that. but i’d also like to say good riddance, if that’s okay. 👀
thank you so much for being so open about this and requesting this fic! i really loved writing it!!:))
Summary: In which you and Ollie have been friends since childhood, always supporting each other. Through his F1 career, your depression. But now your boyfriend broke up with you because he couldn’t make you come, and Ollie is… there, of course.
Tags: childhood friends, best friends, fluff, humor
Warnings: mentions of depression and antidepressants, swearing, smut
Wc: 2.8k
Based on this request
Ollie and you have always been best friends.
Ever since you were assigned the seat right next to him in first grade, the two of you were inseparable. Sharing lunch boxes and gossip, copying homework and the answers of your tests. Hanging out every day after school, and hanging out even more on the weekends.
Ollie was the one person who you never doubted was worth your trust, as he proved to you time and time again that he would always keep your secrets safe. Even the darkest, most hidden secrets you would never dare tell anyone else.
You were the first person he told about his F1 seat. He was the first person you told about not feeling like yourself anymore, sometime in eighth grade.
You stayed with him through all the highs and lows of his career, from cold rainy days at karting tracks to facetime calls deep into the night from different corners of the world.
He stayed with you when you finally found a therapist that actually listened and diagnosed you with depression, never once resenting you for not wanting to text, or socialize, or do anything but lying in your room with the blinds closed.
You never once judged him when he was behaving like a totally different person for random girls he met in Monaco bars, trying to impress them.
He never once judged you when the thoughts inside your head got so bad you couldn’t even take care of yourself anymore.
From the first time you fell in love and actually kissed someone – and the first heartbreak that followed right after – to every little insignificant thing in your lives, the other was always the person you went to first.
Which is probably why you’re sprawled out on his couch right now, legs thrown over the arm rest like you’ve done countless of times before.
An hour after your boyfriend broke up with you.
Well, ex-boyfriend, you suppose.
“So, what, he just sent you a text saying “I’m breaking up with you”, and that’s it?” Ollie asks, disbelieving, sitting on the arm chair across from you with a plate of pasta in his lap.
You laugh, but it tastes bitter on your tongue. Ollie seems to notice, as always. His brows furrow, like he knows there’s more to it, something yet unspoken.
He doesn’t push, just watches you. Waits until you’re ready. Or not, it’s up to you, always. If you want to tell him, and how much.
But it’s Ollie, after all.
The guy you pulled aside in seventh grade, age thirteen, to tell him you got your first period, if only for the way his twisted up face got a laugh out of you.
Ollie, who you pulled aside in the same corner two years later to tell him about Patrick from your spanish class “accidentally” touching your boob on your ice cream date.
“I mean, it’s not like that. It’s kind of my fault, actually,” you tell him, immediately shushing him when he tries to protest. Trying to take your side. “No, actually, Ollie.”
His eyes scan your face. Probably trying to find the hint of insecurity and lack of self conciousness that’s making you say this, and then his eyebrows shoot up when he doesn’t find anything like it.
“Did you…” A pause. A deep breath. “Did you do something?”
You laugh, but it comes out brittle. Full of the hurt you don’t want to show him despite never hiding away from him. “It’s more about what I didn’t do, I guess?”
He tilts his head, not saying anything, just prompting you to explain.
The stutter that leaves your mouth causes a light pink flush to spread across your cheeks. You can feel the tips of your ears burning under his curious gaze. “Uh–“
“Oh my god, did you do something freaky? Some kink he didn’t like without discussing it first?” Ollie yells, way too loud for the thin walls of his apartment.
You shrink down in your seat, slumping with your chin almost hitting your chest. You close your eyes and sigh, defeated.
“He couldn’t make me come,” you mumble.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What?”
“He couldn’t make me come, okay!”
You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Your whole body’s burning with the embarrassment now, neck and ears so hot you can feel them tingling.
Ollie stills across from you, spoonful of pasta halfway to his mouth now hanging in the air, breath caught in his chest and completely silent. Your eyes flick over to him for a fraction of a second, just a peek out of the corner of your eye.
His whole body has gone rigid, posture stiff and his own cheeks tinted a light pink.
You sit back up, straighter now than the whole evening, your body tense. “It’s just– I don’t know if you know, but antidepressants can cause issues. With that. Like, er– It just takes a long time. Until I can. Come. Yeah.”
The silence stretches into something uncomfortable, the clock ticking by the fridge sounding like the world is counting the seconds you have left on this earth, until you die from shame. Taunting. Never ending.
Tick.
You cover your face with your hands, as if maybe you’re not actually here if he can’t look you into the eyes anymore.
Tick.
When his voice comes again, it’s free of any judgment. Neutral. “I didn’t know that, actually.”
“It’s just,” You pause. The awkward silence stretches, fills the empty spaces of Ollie’s apartment. At this point you can’t even look him into the eyes anymore.
You face him anyway, because that’s just who you are. With him, at least. Always yourself, never shying away, not even when you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“It takes a really long time, uh, until I get there. Guess he got tired and frustrated.”
“What a dick,” Ollie mumbles, more to himself.
You snort. “Can’t really blame him. Must be a hit to his ego when he can’t make his girlfriend come after thirty minutes.”
“Maybe he just didn’t try hard enough,” he says, the tone of his voice dark and unfamiliar. Final, like it’s the only explanation. “Most women take longer, don’t they? God, bet he was the kind of guy who came after five minutes.”
You stay silent, biting your lip.
Ollie’s laughter explodes through the room. “Oh my god, he actually was, wasn’t he?”
“I’m not going to answer that. I’d only embarrass myself further,” you tell him, but your lips twitch, fighting to lift into a smile.
He’s clutching his stomach now, laughter fading. “Why would you embarass yourself?“
“Because who puts up with fuckass guys like that, seriously. Almost comes into his boxers and then he can’t even return the favor. Embarrassing, really.”
Ollie’s eyes soften, then. His laughter dies down completely, but the smile stays on his face. Softer, now. Comforting, but not pitying. Never pitying.
“Only shows the kind of person you are. It’s not all about sex in a relationship, and you liked him. Clearly, he can’t say the same about himself.”
“Not all about sex,” you scoff. “Of course you would say that. Bet you get satisfied plenty.”
It’s his turn to blush now, blood flooding to his cheeks, his collarbone. He huffs out a laugh. “Fuck you.”
“Would you?”
It’s a joke. It is supposed to be a joke. Casual, like always. Lightening the mood and leaving the serious topic behind.
It doesn’t land, though, and feels more like a joke you forgot to tell the actual punchline of.
His eyes snap to yours, frantically watching you with his pupils blown wide. They’re dark, more pupil than iris, and the amusement slips off his face.
The blood rushes inside your ears, so loud you don’t even register the ticking of the clock anymore. Or maybe it’s stopped ticking, like the words made time stand still and the world stop spinning.
You try to save yourself, a sharp laugh escaping you, scratching at your eardrums, but it comes out way too late. Fake. Just on the side of too-much.
You can see him take a shaky breath, whole chest rising and falling, like he’s bracing himself for something.
But then, unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth lift upwards into a grin, eyes glinting with the kind of mischief that reminds you of the time you shared your first – and last – cigarette behind the school building, sometime in tenth grade.
“I mean…” He leaves the sentence unfinished, shrugging his shoulders as if to say why not? It looks casual, cocky even, but you can see the nerves behind the movement – the slight crease in the space between his brows, the twitch of his finger on his thigh.
You laugh again, but this time it’s filled with disbelief. It sounds shrill and panicked inside your own ears, and your heart thumps against your ribcage with maddening speed.
Your breaths come a little uneven, but you try to play it cool, rolling your eyes. “You wish, Bearman.”
Ollie doesn’t play along though. Doesn’t let you change the conversation when you’ve had enough. Not this time.
“I’m serious,” he says. Then, one of the rare things you never talked about. Not even when both your moms tried to set you up through all of high school. “Have you never thought about it?”
“No.”
And it’s the truth, really.
Because it’s not something you had to think about.
It was out of the question.
“Why not?” he asks, visibly confused. A slight undertone that almost sounds like hurt.
But that can’t be. He’s your best friend. Someone you never even considered being an option.
“It could ruin our friendship.”
He seems to consider the words. “But it doesn’t have to.”
You stand abruptly, slightly off balance like the words were enough to throw you off your feet. You take a step forward, toward the kitchen and away from him.
Away from his words, and what they mean. The truth they reveal.
You stop dead in your tracks, turning on the spot to face him. “You sound like you actually thought about it before.”
Your name slips past his lips. Quiet, almost pleading. “What if I have?”
And, okay, out of all the things that couldv’e come out of his mouth, those words were the last you expected.
You look at him, really look at him, and the honesty in his eyes makes your breath quicken. There’s no hint of his usual teasing on his face, expression free from the smile that’s reserved for moments where he messes with you just for shits and giggles.
You don’t know what posesses you when you stop trying to move further away from him, instead closing the distance you created between the two of you, stepping forward.
One step at a time, until you’re right in front of him.
He has to look up at you from his seat on the arm chair, mouth slightly open and his eyes full of something you can’t quite decipher. Hunger. Longing, maybe. Whatever it is sends a shiver down your spine, and his eyes follow the way your body reacts to just his gaze on you alone.
“What about your pasta?” you ask dumbly, for lack of better words, completely out of context. A pointless question, really.
He smirks. “Spread your legs and I’ll eat just fine.”
You inhale sharply and choke on your own laughter as he takes his half eaten plate of pasta to put it on the coffee table, and you shove his shoulder playfully, without any heat behind it. It feels natural like this. Like you and Ollie, best friends and nothing more.
But the words still get to you, stomach fluttering and thighs pressing together to will the ache between your legs to go away.
Ollie notices all of it, of course. The smirk stays right where it is when he whispers, “Come here.”
His hands land on the back of your bare thighs, warm calloused fingertips searing into your skin, pulling you closer to him until you stumble, knees hitting the edge of the armchair next to his legs.
You try to balance yourself, hands landing on his shoulders like on instinct. You can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt, and all of it feels so fucking surreal yet you can’t will yourself to stop him.
Instead you just follow the guidance of his grip, climbing onto the arm chair, knees on either side of his thighs, straddling his lap.
Your hand finds the back of his neck, fingers tangling into the short hairs at the nape of it. You tilt his head up to make him look at you, and your breath hitches when you come face to face with the hunger inside of his eyes.
“We need some rules, before we do this,” you tell him, voice nothing more than a whisper.
He nods and swallows audibly, palms stroking over your thighs, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.
“Okay, rule number one: we don’t tell anyone about this,” you start. “Number two: We’re not allowed to let this ruin our friendship. Nothing has to change.”
He keeps nodding along to every word you say, silently agreeing. His warm breath ghosts over your lips when he eventually speaks. “Anything else?”
You think for a second, then, “Rule number three: This is a one time thing and won’t happen again.”
“Okay.”
And then his lips are on yours. Just a soft tentative press of his lips against yours, one hand tightening the grip on your thighs, the other one moving up to your neck, thumb resting against your jaw.
Both of you sigh at the same time, and then you’re moving, heads tilting and the kiss deepening, getting messier by the second. The graze of teeth over spit slicked lips, the nip of a bottom lip, you, parting your lips just slightly, him taking the chance and sliding his tongue into your mouth.
He tastes of tomato sauce and something distinctively Ollie, and you press in harder, kissing him deeper and chasing the taste of him with your own tongue.
Your own hands start exploring, parts of him you only ever touched platonically. Nails scratching over his back, the one you only ever clapped in a friendly gesture. Over his ribs, the one’s you only ever poked with your finger to get on his last nerve.
Softly chasing the outlines of his chest, every ridge of his abs you only ever teased him about never getting.
Your whole body burns with the anticipation, with the thrill of living such a fantasy. You’re about to hook up with your best friend, for God’s sake.
—
You’re still breathless ten minutes later, body exhausted but relaxing into the soft mattress, spent. And still you have never felt better.
There’s a dull pulsing left behind between your legs, and you bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard as the last remains of pleasure ripple through your body.
Ollie made sure of his promise, eating you out until your legs shook, and you could still taste yourself on your tongue from his kiss afterwards.
Obviously, despite the pleasure you felt during, it still took a long time before you finally came, pleasure crashing over you so hard your whole body shook, muscles tensing.
But Ollie talked you through it. Patient. Reassuring words that had no business coming across so filthy.
“Doing so good for me, almost there,” while he was sliding inside of you easily, pussy stretched by multiple of his fingers and wet from his tongue flicking over your most sensitive spot.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock?” while he quickened his pace, hips snapping so hard the sounds of wet slapping filled the air.
“That’s it, come on, fuck,” while you were clenching around him, his name escaping your lips in a high pitched whine, your legs wrapped around his hips shaking while you came for the first time in months.
Your own name moaned into your ear, hot breath ghosting over your skin as he spilled inside of you, warm cum leaking out of you as he fucks into you still, over and over again.
—
You never tell anyone about it, a well kept secret just for you and him.
And it’s easy between the two of you, afterwards.
Not like nothing ever happened, but like it simply didn’t change a thing about your friendship.
Which is good, great even. Because it means you at least stayed true to two of the rules you set that night.
Rule number three, however, is an entirely different thing.
