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“If I am good enough for you, then I might be okay with not winning the title this year”.
And Lando means it, it’s the thing. Lando means everything he says, but specifically this.
He doesn’t look away from Oscar’s face, and he can see the minute those words register through his brain, his eyes widening and cheeks pinkening (more than they already were). Oscar eventually turns his head around, brown doe eyes staring at him, almost disbelieving. -
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Lando and the aftermath of the Canadian GP
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Lando, Oscar and the aftermath of the WCC.
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It’s been a year and a half since Lando and Oscar have started sharing a dorm together at campus and they have even managed to make themselves a group of friends. Almost every single one of them was majoring in a different field and it was nice, being able to share different anecdotes about their own majors.
But is something hiding beneath the surface?
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A few hours before Oscar was announced to be driving with McLaren in 2023, Lando remembered being pulled into Zak’s office for a chat.
Lando had guessed that his new teammate would be the topic of conversation, more specifically who it was, but Lando had not expected the shovel talk (of sorts) that came with that discussion.
“Watch out for Oscar, alright? He’s a good one. He’s getting a lot of shit from Otmar for signing with us, and I don’t want him to have a harder time than necessary.” The McLaren CEO gave Lando a serious look. “We present a united front. Oscar’s going to be with us for 2023, and I will not tolerate any shit towards him from Alpine- and neither should you.”
The Brit’s knee-jerk reaction was to scoff a bit. “He’s a grown-up, he can handle himself.”
Or alternatively; When Lando had gotten a new teammate, he had been prepared to fully send anyone who decided to fuck with Oscar Piastri straight into turn 1. What Lando had not been prepared for, in any shape or form, was for his new teammate to give 0 shits whatsoever.
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02 Aug 2026
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"Um, congrats. On the win." Oscar offers, breaking the silence.
"Mate, who cares about the win. You- you did that for me, right?"
Oscar offers a curt nod, slightly shifting to hide the chub in his shorts. "For your win. A gift"
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02 Aug 2026
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"I know," Lando said, reaching up to cup Oscar's jaw, his thumb tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone, feeling the tension coiled beneath the skin. "I just wanted to make you feel good. Take your mind off everything. We have the whole summer break—we could just let go. No limits, no rules. Just us."
Oscar's eyes narrowed, calculating, searching Lando's face for something. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
Of course the first thing they do on their summer break is having a marathon sex.
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02 Aug 2026
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Lando swore he could have passed out when he saw Oscar pat his thigh to summon him. That, along with the whistle and the ‘stay’ command earlier, had his heart in his throat and his breaths coming a bit heavily - but he pushed past the overwhelm to do as he’d been told, quickly crossing the room to make his way over to Oscar.
“You good, mate? Look like you’re pretty out of it,” he asked with a quiet laugh, but his expression seemed genuinely a bit concerned.
Lando nodded quickly, shifting his weight between his feet while he forced himself to maintain eye contact.
“Mmhm. Mint. Just- Uh…” He trailed off for a moment, mentally debating what the best excuse would be. 'Just overwhelmingly confused and horny because you’re treating me like a fucking dog right now' wasn’t exactly a safe answer for a busy garage. “Just a bit out of it. Focused on the session.”
A blatant lie, given the only things he could currently focus on were the way Oscar’s eyes were drifting over his face like he was trying to figure him out and how big his arms looked in his fireproofs.
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In which Lando realizes he really likes the idea of being Oscar's puppy.
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27 Jul 2026
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“Fuckin’ hell, Lando, can you please just drop it?”
Lando put his hands up in mock surrender, laughing to himself. “Christ, fine. If you're not packing then you could just say that."
Oscar froze.
Unintentionally so, embarrassingly so. But he froze nonetheless, feeling his cheeks go red against his own will. He had no idea what the fuck to say to that. Oscar knew that realistically, there was no way Lando actually knew his size. He was messing around. He had to be.
Oscar tried to laugh to save face. He tried so hard to get himself to. But he could only feel himself going redder, his heart suddenly pounding hard in his chest, words completely lost on him. And, god, Lando was just staring at him. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, like he was trying to figure out what was going through Oscar's head, before a smirk started to curl onto his lips.
"Osc," he began slowly, measured. "Is that what this is about?"
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27 Jul 2026