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He would've turned down the invitation in a heartbeat if Lando hadn't been the one to invite him along. George, Carmen, Alex, Lily, Max and Pietra were the other guests, all aboard the newly christened yacht of Charles and Alexandra. The idea of being the only single person alongside four seperate couples sounded a bit like hell on earth.

Well, the only single person besides Lando. Again, the only reason he'd agreed to go in the first place.

But now, dozing under the Greek sun in a lounge chair, he had never felt more at peace somehow. He was pleasantly drunk while he half-watched Lando jump repeatedly off the front of the boat - only to immediately climb back onboard, yell for Oscar to watch him attempt (and inevitably failed miserably) another trick, then disappear back under water in a somehow less graceful way every time. 

It was horribly endearing. And, annoyingly, far more attractive than it should have been. In fairness, Lando always seemed to have a certain glow about him on holidays like this. His skin a little more tan, his curls a little more unruly, a distinct lack of tension in his shoulders that Oscar was so used to seeing on him throughout the season. 

But, god, watching him time and time again climb out of the water, quite literally begging for Oscar's attention while water dripped obscenely from every defined crevice and curve of muscle on his body, he couldn't help but be unfairly turned on about it. 

Slightly scared he'd start getting hard if he stayed there observing him for too much longer, Oscar pushed himself back onto his feet with a deep breath, decidedly heading into the cabin to get himself another drink.

The cold cocktail going down his throat was a lovely contrast to the sweltering heat while he walked back out to the deck, but when he turned the corner to head back to his lounge chair, he nearly choked on his drink when he saw Lando sprawled out exactly where he'd been laying.

Eyes shut, a lazy smile on his lips, water still slowly trickling off his abs like he was in some stupidly sexy cologne commercial.

"Mate, I was gone for, like, two minutes. Find your own chair," Oscar reprimanded, leaning down to flick Lando's arm. 

Lando whined immediately while he squirmed away from the contact, prying his eyes open to squint up Oscar, shielding the sun from his face with one hand.

"I just got comfy, I can't move," he retorted with a pout, giving his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes up at Oscar.

God, he made it really hard to say no to him. It didn't feel very fair.

"There's an open seat right next to this one, c'mon."

"Then why don't you take it?"

"You're on my towel, 'n all my stuff's here."

Lando paused briefly before smiling too widely to not have some kind of stupid idea. Oscar knew that look entirely too well.

"Then just join me here, no?"

Oscar's mouth fell open for a brief moment while he mulled Lando's words over in his head. He searched his face for any sign that he was joking, waited patiently for the punchline to come, but Lando only scooted over as if he was making room for Oscar to join him there.

And, yeah, the chairs were technically big enough to fit two people, but not without being practically half on top of one another. The implications of it all had Oscar's head spinning wildly. 

"Osc?" 

Lando's voice cut his train of thought short. Oscar looked around quickly to take note of the other guests whereabouts, unsure exactly why he was even letting himself consider this - his body seemed to be moving on its own accord.

Charles and Alexandra were fast asleep on a loveseat at the other end of the boat, Max and Pietra had left to go snorkling a while ago, Lily was reading inside while Alex napped on her shoulder - and George and Carmen seemed far too distracted by each other's company too even remember there were other people present, given how far their tongues seemed to be down each others' throats. 

Oscar took in a deep breath before setting his drink onto the floor and carefully joining Lando on the lounge chair, slotting his body beside him, their sides pressed together.

Lando hummed appreciatively, not hesitating to get very comfortable, to Oscar's shock and bewilderment. He turned over, slotting one leg between Oscar's and wrapping an arm around him, resting his head onto his chest.

Oscar couldn't move a muscle for a solid few moments. He blinked up at the sky while he tried to remember how to breathe, simultaneously thrilled and terrified at the contact and closeness. Because, A, he was one hundred thousand percent going to get hard about this if Lando didn't move away soon, and B - 

If he wasn't crazy, he was pretty sure he could feel Lando already a little hard where his hips pressed against him.

"You're so tense, Jesus. Calm down," Lando murmured, his lips brushing against Oscar's chest while he spoke.

"…I am calm," Oscar replied after a moment, but his voice was undeniably strained. He tried his best to relax his body, tentatively wrapping an arm around Lando like he was trying to prove a point, like this was all the most normal thing in the world.

He knew Lando was a bit drunk, that he was always far more physically affectionate when he'd had a few drinks in him, but feeling his length against his own thigh left Oscar completely unable to stop himself from spiraling. 

Lando didn't say anything for another minute. Oscar took in a deep breath while he let his eyes close, trying to focus on the gentle sounds of the water splashing against the side of the boat, the sun on his skin, the cold metal of Lando's chains against his chest - anything other than Lando's body itself.

"No one's paying attention. Y'can relax, mate," Lando finally said, his voice lower than it had been before. And, fuck, he could've sworn he felt Lando shift his hips forward just barely, the definition of his cock much more pronounced now than it had been a couple minutes ago.

Oscar's fingers dug into the skin on Lando's back instinctively while his breath hitched in his throat. 

"Lan," he breathed, shifting slightly himself, trying to find a more comfortable position due to how hard he himself was now getting regardless of his efforts to avoid it. "We're- this is mental. We're in public."

"Pretty sure boats don't count as public."

While Oscar had about a thousand different arguments as to how incorrect that statement was, when he opened his eyes back up, everyone in his eye line was still preoccupied completely. A quiet noise left his throat unbidden.

For reasons he couldn't begin to unpack in that moment, Oscar let his hips shift upwards, grinding just barely against Lando. The feeling of it had his mouth falling open immediately, his nails digging in harder to Lando's back.

"Much better," Lando murmured, and Oscar could feel the bastard smirk against his chest before shifting his position for better leverage. "Jus' be quiet, and it'll be fine, like."

Oscar wasn't entirely sure that would be a possibility when he felt Lando grind down against him properly, their cocks only separated by the thin fabric of their swim trunk, the barrier hardly even there. The friction of it was maddening; overstimulating and not nearly enough at the same time.

When Lando rolled his hips down against him again, Oscar wasn't able to stifle the quiet sound that began to leave his throat this time around. Before it could progress into anything louder though, one of Lando's large hands was suddenly pressed against his mouth, muffling the noise immediately. 

Oscar's heart felt like it could beat out of his chest. This all felt clinically insane, like he was in some bizarre, vivid wet dream that he'd probably end up wanking to for the foreseeable future. But god, Lando kept grinding down against him, steadily growing in pressure and speed, impossibly there on top of him. 

"Fuck," Lando breathed, his forehead dropping down against Oscar's shoulder while he continued his movements. 

It didn't feel fair that Lando got to speak but he didn't. Oscar tried to respond, his brain too preoccupied with the overwhelming heat building low in his abdomen to register if he'd meant to say "please," or "more," but the word came out as a measly "mmph," with how Lando was still covering his mouth.

It was frankly embarrassing how quickly he felt himself getting close to the edge - just a few minutes of dry humping getting him more worked up than he'd been in what felt like years, but-

"Fuck, fuck, I-" Lando choked out quietly, his movements stuttering while he bit down onto Oscar's shoulder. He could feel the muscles of his legs trembling slightly while he rolled his hips down a few more times, working himself through his orgasm - and holy shit, Oscar was positive he'd never experienced anything hotter in his entire life. 

Lando's hand had left his mouth at some point that he wasn't able to fully remember, but he at least had the self-preservation to bite down hard onto his bottom lip to stifle another moan while he came as well, spilling into his swim trunks, his back arching off of the lounge chair slightly while he took in clipped gasps of breath.

Only moments later, Lando was falling limply back against Oscar, his chest heaving a bit with every breath while he smiled lazily.

Oscar was still trying desperately to wrap his head around what had just happened when Max suddenly was walking past. Lando seemed blissfully unaware, his eyes still shut, while Oscar felt like he might as well pass away from embarrassment then and there. There was no point in pushing Lando off of him, Max had clearly already seen them in each others arms - and the wolfish grin on his face told Oscar he'd probably seen more than that.

"You guys done? I've been waiting to come sunbathe. Got back from snorkling early."

Oscar's blood ran cold. He blinked up at Max several times, his jaw slack while he desperately tried to form a sentence, but words were failing him completely.

"Fuck off, mate," Lando interjected casually, still not bothering to move - or even open his eyes - as if Max walking in on him in this compromising a position was a daily occurrence. 

Max laughed, throwing his towel down onto the lounge chair beside them and getting comfortable. Oscar took a long few moments debating how many drinks it would take to become a drowning risk, but found himself getting over the embarrassment quickly enough when he felt Lando tilt his head up to press a kiss to his jaw.

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“What are those?” Oscar was asking, drawing Lando's attention away from the screen. “What?” he says, looking at his teammate. Oscar wasn't looking at him, not his face anyways, and when Lando followed his gaze, it was right down to his chest. Oh. “You mean my piercings?” Oscar's eyes widened in realisation. “Piercings?”

OR:

lando has nipple piercings. oscar really REALLY likes lando’s nipple piercings. it escalates from there.

as a well-timed celebration for the mclaren 2-3 take some landoscar smut! :P been working on this one for a solid couple days in the lead-up to miami and was determined to finish it after the race lol