omega lando impregnator

ahhhh!! this fic is so fun.

Once they were inside, Lando went into a semi-immobile state, blinking at the ground and knotting his fingers together. Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oh, sit down.”

Lando sat.

Jon had hundreds of things he wanted to say, but they all condensed down to, “Does Mark know?”

“Know about what?” Oscar asked delicately.

“Jesus, you– this. Obviously this.”

“I mean, he knows I’m getting laid. Be a bit concerned for me if I wasn’t, wouldn’t he be.” A pause. “He’s not asking to watch, though.” Jon didn’t like the implication there. He drew himself up to his full height, reminding himself that this was a twenty-five year old man who drove cars around a track for a living. “Lando is my client.” He would continue saying that until it sunk in.

Oscar looked like he was going to argue, then he just sighed. “Fine, do whatever. I don’t care. Lando, here, please.”