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He could probably fit both of Oscar’s hands in one of his own, he could for sure use one hand to hold both of Oscar’s wrist and an idea entered his mind.
He smiled at Oscar. ‘You like my hands?’
Oscar’s cheeks reddened even more as he nodded, his eyes still on their joined fingers.
‘They fascinate me,’ he admitted, biting his lip.
OR: Lando and Oscar have some fun (and share some feelings) after the Belgium GP
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22 Aug 2026
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Alex who came to his drivers room after and apologized over and over again until Logan yelled at him to shut the fuck up.
Alex who then showed up at Logan’s hotel room with a bottle of vodka.
Alex who had kissed him. Pressed him against the hotel door and left him breathless.
Alex.
Logan was conflicted, because he should be mad at Alex. Right?
OR: Logan is conflicted during the Australian Grand Prix
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22 Aug 2026
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‘9-1-1, what’s your emergency?’
‘Eh, our friends have cuffed themself to their bed and we can’t get into the house because the key is stuck inside the lock.'
OR: Max and Charles get stuck to their bed and Lando and Oscar have to come rescue them. Which isn't as easy as it seems.
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22 Aug 2026
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“Cut it out, Lando,” Oscar hisses quietly, eyes hard as he shakes Lando’s hand off of him.
It’s a completely understandable reaction from him. If Lando was being used as a human fidget toy without his consent, he would feel the exact same way.
What isn’t understandable, however, is Lando’s own reaction over being scolded by Oscar. He can feel the embarrassed blush spreading on his skin from head to toe. There’s this weird tingling sensation that blooms from the back of his neck, coursing through his veins.
He doesn’t need a mirror to know what he must look like staring back at Oscar’s stern expression.
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Lando discovers he has a propensity for slipping into subspace when Oscar yells at him.
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22 Aug 2026
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“Look. I know most omegas don’t actually come. That’s just how it is, right?” Lando interrupted, placing his wine glass down, “He doesn’t make it hurt most of the time, so it’s good. I just sort myself out afterwards.”
The alpha stared at him in awe. He willed himself to shut his agape mouth. “Lando. You know you’re supposed to come during sex, too?”
“It’s harder, though, so-,”
“It isn’t.” Oscar pressed, standing and pacing, “For female omegas, sure, maybe it's a little more difficult, but a good alpha will work for it. And for you, fuck-,”
“Osc-,”
“You’ve got a dick Lando, he must not even be touching you. I mean, that’s-,”
“Osc-,”
“That’s got to be the worst sex-,”
“Oscar!” Lando snapped, crossing his arms. The alpha stopped, looking at the omega and pressing his lips together.
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Lando's alpha at home isn't enough - he isn't doing enough. When he and Oscar and forced to live together under witness protection, his discovers what true care, and good sex, feels like.
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22 Aug 2026