prompt: maxF looking at lando's hidden camera roll
well laura, with your help (and @striae-tional's)(and with heavy inspiration from these tags by @glasscushion) you can now read on ao3:
sunk cost phallacy Nortrell, rated M, 2.9k
The first picture is just a picture. A good oneโartistic, moody lighting, nicely framed by the dark trim and beveled edges of the mirror heโs shooting into. Lando sat on a sofa, one foot up on his knee and an arm slung across the back. Heโs got on a white tee with a black button down over it, black trousers that stand stark against the light fabric of the couch and the white hotel sheets behind him. Max clenches his fingers at the familiar flicker of embarrassment he always feels when Lando starts trying to be sexy but, like. He can admit that itโs a good picture Itโs just the kind of shot heโd upload to his fancy film instaโnot exactly hidden folder material. Neither is the next one Max swipes to: Landoโs dropped his leg down so both feet are flat on the floor, knees knocked wide and Maxโs heart races at the indignity. He showed Landoโ
