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Oscar groaned as he closed the car door, grimacing as he leaned back into the passenger seat. The car had been baking outside in the car park while they’d been safe inside the air-conditioned MTC.

He clawed at the vents on the dashboard, adjusting them to aim at his face as his boyfriend started the engine. He’d swear that Lando was part reptile. Cold-blooded and always wearing layers, no matter the temperature in whatever country they were in. He was happily wearing a hoodie, while Oscar felt like he was in an oven in his shorts and t-shirt.

Yes, he was Australian, but he only got to go back there for two weeks of the summer. The U.K. heat and humidity just hit differently in the worst way, and he’d lived here for almost half of his life at this point. Singapore could be more bearable than this.

“Don’t you dare turn it down!” he cried as Lando’s fingers wandered towards the controls. Oscar’s own went straight to the window button on his door.

“I was checking it was still on max for you. If you open the windows, the air con isn’t gonna do shit.”

“Fine. Just drive, please!” Oscar begged, digging out his water bottle from his bag. He counted his lucky stars that their apartment was a newer, modern one with its own air conditioning. That was pretty rare in London.

Their car was a graphite Mercedes saloon. More inconspicuous than a McLaren supercar on purpose, with its standard number plate and ample room for Lando and Max’s golf clubs, or his nieces if they were visiting.

Feeling the air start to cool down as they set off for home, he sighed and relaxed back into the seat. Lando’s country playlist rang out at a comfortable volume, their hands entwined on the centre console between them. As much as he hated being a passenger in a car, with Lan driving, he could easily be lulled to sleep.

After a day of constant interactions with people from different departments at work, it was nice to sit in companionable silence, Lan singing under his breath every so often.

With their lifestyle, they were used to hopping between locations throughout the year, and having a London base beat flying to and from Monaco several days in a row for factory work, or the odd visit to the Quadrant office. Their high-rise apartment had a lovely view over central London, with top-notch security and privacy, all of the staff fully vetted and bound by NDA’s.

An hour later, the car was a comfortable igloo, and Lan was driving with his hands inside his hoodie sleeves. They pulled into the underground car park and made their way upstairs.

Upon opening the apartment door and expecting the coolness to hit him over the threshold, Oscar found himself groaning in disappointment when it was as hot as it had been outside. The thermostat on the wall read a number far too high, and he huffed as he dumped his bag on the floor and went about searching for the air conditioning remote. The curtains were all wide open, allowing the heatwave to enter their apartment unobstructed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

“Didn’t we leave it on?” he asked as he jammed the button at the unit on the wall.

It wasn’t working.

And the thing was open like it should be on.

“We always leave it on,” Lando soothed him, rubbing his back before opening the two tilt windows in the open-plan kitchen and lounge space.

“It’s not working, Lan. It’s fucking broken!”

Lando took the remote from him and tried it himself, but the unit neither opened nor closed with the press of the buttons. No beeping noise. No refreshing cold air hitting them.

Storming through to the bedroom, he found the same thing. Overbearing, stuffy heat, bright sunlight, and a broken air conditioning unit. Fuck.

Opening the windows as Lan had done in the kitchen, he slumped back to his boyfriend, who was already on his phone. Calling their reception by the sound of the one-sided conversation.

“That’s great. Yeah. Cheers, bye. One of their guys will be up first thing in the morning to fix it, baby.”

Oscar groaned as he kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks. Sinking to the vinyl tiled floor, he starfished out on his back. It wasn’t enough. His t-shirt and shorts joined his socks and trainers, leaving him in just his boxers for now.

Stripping completely naked felt too much for the kitchen floor. They could take a freezing cold shower together instead.

Lando, however, seemed content. He leaned against the counter, his eyes roaming hungrily over Oscar’s newly exposed sweaty skin.

“Sorry, I’m a bit desperate if you can’t already tell. You might have to drag me to the bathroom.”

Lando licked his lips. “Nah, I think you can stay right there, my love.”

Pleasure sparked down his spine, the usual delicious flush not at all helping his current state.

“Laaan,” he moaned with a gasp. “I’m too fucking hooot.” He turned his head to rest his cheek against the floor. But once again, the temperature difference wasn’t enough.

“You are fucking hot, baby. Look at you, all spread out for me.”

He twisted his head again just in time to catch Lan palming himself over his baggy jeans. It went straight to his own dick, already tenting in his boxers. “Fuck,” he squirmed. If he tried hard enough, he could make himself roll over and crawl to the bathroom.

Lando turned away, and he whined until he saw his boyfriend opening the fridge freezer. After a few moments, he closed it and walked back over to him, his hips swaying, stripping off his zip hoodie and throwing it over the nearest chair. His toned, sun-kissed biceps flexed beautifully, and Oscar was pretty sure he was drooling.

Lan then crouched down beside him, stroking a hand down his cheek. It was ice cold. Like he’d pressed his hand against the frozen section on purpose.

He gasped at the delicious contrast, trying his best to nuzzle against Lando’s hand. Fuck the shower, he might have to crawl inside the bloody freezer.

“You like that, baby? You want me to help cool you down? I have an idea that I think you’ll love very much. Just stay right here, okay?”

Oscar would take anything right now, even if it meant sacrificing some of their food. He nodded, his hips rutting up automatically, though there was nothing to give him relief. He moved his hand, but Lan caught his wrist, his other hand firmly pressing on his hip.

“Keep your hands behind your head, baby. No touching yourself, okay?” he whispered against his ear, and Oscar shivered at the lingering cold of his fingers and the teasing kiss pressed against his jaw. “I’ll take care of you. Be good for me.”

He let his arms be guided beneath his head, and he took several deep breaths as he watched his boyfriend walk away again. This time, he headed towards the bathroom. There was the unmistakable sound of a tap running, leaving him confused until Lan walked back into the room. Holding a soaking wet bath towel.

Thinking it might just be placed on him like a cooling blanket, he relaxed back into the floor. Lando, however, hovered above him.

“I’m gonna put this down and you can lie on it. Should be colder and nicer than the floor.”

“I fucking love you,” Oscar choked out as his boyfriend lay it beside him, and he shuffled onto it, immediately moaning in delight as it was beautifully cold against his sweaty back and legs. He closed his eyes and melted into it. “Best idea you’ve ever had, darling.”

He heard Lando chuckle. “Still think I can make it better. Just you wait, my love.”

He opened one eye, curious. Lan was back at the fridge freezer, rummaging around. It was a bit late to freeze any tea towels or any of their clothes for right now, but maybe something that could help them sleep later that night. He wouldn’t be against that at all.

So when Lando strode back over holding a bag of ice and a tea towel, Oscar wanted Lando to fuck him right then and there. There was a clatter as the ice hit the floor, but he didn’t care about it getting too wet as he urged Lan to kiss him.

He obliged with a wicked grin, his massive hands slightly wet now from the ice bag and the towel, and Oscar moaned loudly against his mouth at the sensation of those cold, wet, slender fingers exploring his abdomen.

Jesus.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. I’ve got you right where I want you.”

Fuck, that was nice. So fucking good. He needed more.

“Please, Lan.”

“Tell me to stop if it gets too much or you need a break, yeah?”

He nodded, breathing heavily. The anticipation was killing him, his cock throbbing and aching. He was prepared to beg for relief if that was what it took.

Lan began to rub an ice cube between his huge hands, before using a small cloth as a shield between it and his fingers. As it touched his overheated neck, he moaned breathily, water sliding down his skin.

“Fuck.”

It was heavenly. Lando dragged it across his pulse point, the skin extra sensitive. Oscar’s head hit the floor with a thump, his fingers fisting in his hair.

“Steady, baby,” Lan soothed, before following the trail left by the ice cube with his tongue. He bucked up his hips, hands desperate to dive into his boyfriend’s curls.

The coolness of the wet towel beneath him, coupled with the frozen water, and then his boyfriend’s soft licks as he lapped up the ice remnants, made him wish he could bottle up this feeling and keep it forever. Pleasure coursed through him, overtaking the suffocating heat of the day and replacing it with chilled bolts of electricity, making his toes curl.

“So responsive. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please, baby, I need more.”

Lando leaned forward, kissing his forehead before planting a chaste one against his mouth. Oscar whined as he tried to chase it. Lan simply grinned, two ice cubes in his hands this time, hovering them above Oscar’s torso. As they melted, they dripped down onto him like a freezing spit of rain, abs twitching and back arching at the feeling.

Lan pressed kisses into the drops this time, one massive hand spreading the liquid over his belly, the other popping the rest of the ice cubes into his mouth, making a clattering noise against his teeth and an ungodly sucking noise as they swirled around his tongue, before his other hand came up to Oscar’s mouth. Two soaked, freezing fingers hit his lips, and he wasted no time sucking them in, moaning long and loud once again as it soothed the heat of his dry mouth.

“Fuck, Osc. Look at you. Imagine me doing this to your arse.”

Oscar’s cock jumped at that, and he had to restrain himself from biting down on Lan’s digits. His boxers were painfully tight now. His boyfriend was still fully clothed. It was unfair!

“Undress,” he pleaded, though his voice was distorted around the welcome intrusion inside his mouth. Sucking on his favourite fingers like he was enjoying an ice cream.

“What was that, babe?” Lando asked, sliding out and thumbing over his lips.

“Wanna see you. Naked. Please.”

Beautifully cold lips crashed against his, and he sighed into them. Lan’s cooler tongue against his was like that first sip of water after a strenuous workout. After laps in Singapore. Bliss, and the need to pour it all over himself.

“Since you asked me so nicely,” Lan teased. He hastily pulled his t-shirt over his head before shuffling out of his jeans, boxers, and socks in one swoop of his paws. “I’ll get to you very soon, I promise.” He pulled the band of Oscar’s boxers before letting it go. He mewled at the light sting, his cock desperate for attention. Lando’s own hard-on bounced as he moved. His mouth watered.

He couldn’t take his eyes off his boyfriend, tanned and toned skin glowing in the evening sun. Lan reached back into the bag for some more ice, making a show of sucking one off again with his tongue. With another one, he rubbed it between his palms before touching Oscar’s inner thighs.

Like what he did with his neck, he dragged the cube along the sensitive skin and followed it with his mouth.

“Fuck, do that again,” he begged, warring between watching his boyfriend between his legs, and closing his eyes and soaking in the delicious sensation. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, the ice cooling him off despite the sexiness of Lando’s ministrations.

Lan repeated it on his other thigh, sucking the skin between his teeth before soothing it with his ice-cold tongue. Oscar whined, craning his neck to watch. Sweat beaded across his boyfriend’s forehead.

Lan rubbed his hip as he loomed over him, and Oscar grumbled, knowing he wasn’t supposed to move his hands. Featherlight fingers brushed his cock, and he thrust up to meet them, but Lan only cupped his jaw and kissed him fiercely, swallowing down his complaints.

“Please, please, please,” was all he could say against his lips.

His boyfriend was grinning devilishly again. “Nearly there, baby. You look so hot and flustered. So gorgeous. Nobody else gets to see you like this, only me.”

His hand was back in the ice bag. Playing the same trick, only this time rolling it between his fingers on one hand, the other braced against the floor to keep him hovering above Oscar.

“Close your eyes, my good boy.”

He obeyed immediately, melting into the short and sweet kiss he was rewarded with. When the freezing liquid drops hit his face, patting his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, and then over his lips and chin, he was babbling nonsense as the pads of Lando’s fingers spread them over his skin.

The cooling effect was instant, especially across his cheeks and forehead, and his cock strained in his boxers. He was surprised he hadn’t come already from the pleasure he was feeling, and how turned on he was. Once Lando actually touched him there, he wouldn’t be lasting long.

Lando peppered kisses all over his face, and Oscar could both feel and hear the ice cube inside his mouth. When their mouths connected again, he felt it bump against his teeth.

“Take it. Don’t choke,” Lan breathed, before relinquishing it. It was one of the hottest things Oscar had ever experienced, despite the sharp contrast in temperature as he swallowed. It was everything. It was like getting dunked in an ice bath, only gradual and sensual, and there was no way they’d ever get away with this in the paddock. “Fuck, you’re incredible, Osc. We’re at the best part now, like I promised. Keep your hands behind your head still, yeah? You can get me off after.”

Lan’s hands slid down his torso, mapping out his muscles. Oscar found himself rutting his hips again, knowing he was finally about to get some relief.

“Steady, baby. I’ve got you.”

He heard the rustling of the bag once again, then Oscar made the loudest moan yet, limbs lifting off the towel as Lando palmed his aching dick over his boxers. There was a cube in his hand. He could feel the chilly wetness seeping through the thin fabric. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

“Shit! Fuck! Lando, baby, take them off, please!”

His abdomen twitched as Lan placed the melting cube by his belly button and finally peeled his underwear off, Oscar planting his feet on the floor to buck his hips and get them off faster.

“Fuck, Osc, look at you. You’re red and leaking, I bet you’re so close already.”

He whined. “Yeah. Please do something or I’m gonna die.”

“Dramatic baby,” Lando cooed, making eye contact with him as he slipped another cube between his teeth. He held his hand up to show another between his fingers, escaped drops hitting his thigh. “You ready?”

Oscar tried to move his legs to surround Lando, his feet digging into whatever part of him they could reach. Lan grabbed them, kissed them, and teased them with the ice.

“Fuck, please, come on! I don’t wanna come yet!”

“Think you can hold off until I tell you that you can?”

“I’ll do anything for you to get your mouth on me and your fingers up my arse, fucking hell.”

Lan giggled, and Oscar found his fingers clenching in his hair again. He’d have to think of a way to get Lan back for this, take him apart achingly slow, teasing, and edging. Testing his patience and seeing how he liked it.

He was distracted thinking of such ways that he was unprepared for Lan to take him in his mouth so quickly and fully. Instead of the usual wet heat swallowing him down, the melting ice left his boyfriend’s insides more like a freezer, but Christ was it the most euphoric feeling.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he moaned, breath coming out in heavy pants. Lando circled his tongue around him, and Oscar could feel the last of the cube melting against him.

The filthiest noises filled the air, Lan making sure to move himself over every inch of his cock, sucking and lapping, deep and then shallow, and it was a real challenge now for Oscar to keep his hands to himself.

When the hand holding the other ice cube trailed down towards his hole, Oscar honestly thought this might be it for him. Why hadn’t they ever thought of doing this before?

The freezing cold cube rapidly melting against the heat of his arsehole was even more delicious than across his face. Coupled with Lan blowing him, his legs were flailing, unable to stay in one place.

The obscenest wet popping noise hit his ears as Lan lifted himself off his cock. His lips were swollen, his eyes full of unshed tears, and all of his skin that he could see was flushed.

He was so fucking beautiful, and Oscar still couldn’t believe at times that this was his reality. Lando Norris fucking him, taking care of him, making him laugh, never letting their work come between them. Putting his hands on him every chance he got, that incredible nervous tic he had with his tongue, falling into bed with him every night. It still felt like a fucking dream sometimes.

Lan knelt between his legs, and the opening of the lube caught his immediate attention because where the fuck had that come from?

“Nabbed it from the bathroom earlier,” his boyfriend explained. “It’s been in the ice bag, so I bet it’s also nice and cool just for you, baby.”

Oscar was actually going to die.

“Jesus.”

“Name’s Lando, actually.”

“Please kiss me before you kill me,” Oscar whined. “It is agony not being able to touch you right now.”

“Aww, you miss my lips, my love?” Lan braced his arms on either side of his chest as he lowered himself down. “You’re so pretty.” A searing kiss. “How are you feeling? I can just finger you if you want until you com–”

“–Fuck me,” he demanded. “Please, baby, I need all of you.”

Another desperate kiss. Lan stroked his cheek. “Soft? Hard? Ice? No ice?”

“I don’t care, I’ll take whatever you give me. I just need you.”

“Okay. You can move your arms and touch me all you want, just don’t touch yourself, yeah?”

Oscar immediately dove his hands into his curls, sighing into the kiss at how he was able to dictate the pressure and length. Then he gave his shoulders a playful shove. Lan giggled, trailing kisses all the way down his abdomen as he settled himself back between his legs. Oscar moved his hands through his curls, Lando moaning at the pull. He only let go once he moved out of reach.

He heard the cap of the lube again, followed by the squirt, and he braced himself for the cold. Usually, Lan would warm it up between his fingers, but there was no need for that today, so Oscar was ready when he began to tease his rim.

His feet were firmly planted on the towel, allowing his boyfriend easier access, and he moaned loudly at the feel.

The sensation was heightened by the cold, Oscar melting into the floor, his head tipped back towards the windows, sun flooding his eyes as Lan breached him with a first slender finger. It slid in and out with ease, and he could feel it even more than usual with the stark temperature difference.

“Fuck. More, Lan, please.”

He wasted no time slotting in a second, scissoring them and stretching his hole, the cold intrusion fucking amazing against the tight heat around them. Oscar whined as they left him, but then let out a string of swears as Lan’s three fingers were colder and wetter, and he could feel the trail of the ice cube against him once again.

When they brushed his prostate, Oscar’s vision whited out, and he lost control of his mouth. Somehow, he didn’t come, but the pleasure was all-consuming, combined with Lando’s mouth against his thighs. His whole body felt like a taut elastic band ready to snap.

“So good for me, Osc, baby. Fuck.”

“Please, please, please,” he rambled.

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

He heard more lube, then the dragging of the ice bag as it was placed near his right hand. Oscar’s fingers dove into it as Lan slicked himself up. Grabbing two, he held one between his teeth, while rolling one in his hand to soften it before placing it on his chest.

“Fucking hell, Osc. I’m not gonna last long.”

Oscar, ice in his teeth, winked at him, his cold, wet hand reaching for Lan’s huge neck.

As Lan finally, finally pushed in, Oscar bit down on the ice cube as they both moaned. Jesus, the size of him never got old. His massive paw of a hand stroked down his side as they both adjusted, then it moved to the cube on his chest, teasing around one of his nipples. He let out another string of swears at the sensitivity.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so beautifully cold. ”

Oscar pulled him in for a hungry kiss, the melting cube clattering between them. Lan sucked it from his mouth, both of them groaning and panting as his thrusts deepened.

“There, right there,” Oscar wailed, sparks lighting in his abdomen. His boyfriend was everywhere. Sliding inside him, balls slapping against his arse, his massive hands squeezing his pecs, his nipples hard from the ice water, his lips against his jaw, his neck, and his chest.

Oscar’s own hands couldn’t stop exploring. Stroking his man’s curls, fingers scratching down his spine, fanning out across his muscles, squeezing his arse. His ears filled with obscene noises, both of them lost to the ultimate pleasure of being entwined together.

Sparks exploded into fire, and he cried out in euphoria.

“Lan, darling, please!”

“You need to come, baby? You’ve been so good. Come for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” His hips bucked to meet Lando’s thrusts as a cold, wet hand surrounded his cock and barely tugged before his vision whited out again. Warm cum hit his chest, and Lan was still fucking him, and his hands clawed at him. “On me, please.”

He whined as Lando slid out of him, but he kept enough awareness to rub one last ice cube between his hands before throwing it aside and grabbing his huge cock. Lan was swearing up a storm above him, egging him on as he jerked him off.

“Fuck, yes, Osc! Ohhh, baby!” Lan’s cum joined his across his chest. They both moaned. His legs gave out and he collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing heavily, Oscar’s arms protectively hugging him, Lan leaving soft kisses against his shoulder. He stroked one up through his curls again.

“Fuck me, that was incredible,” he panted. “Never thought I’d be into that. You ever done that before?” Lan had certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

“Not on a guy. But fuck, I’d do that to you again any fucking day.” Lan lifted himself enough so they could see each other. He stroked a hand through Oscar’s hair. “You were perfect, my love. Do you feel better?”

Oscar nodded, despite how aware he now was in the aftermath. The towel beneath him was no longer cold from his body heat, the sticky cum stuck between them, and both of them sweatier from fucking. But he didn’t care too much. The ice bag had been a true stroke of genius, and he’d be up for trying it out again in their Monaco home.

For now… “So much, darling,” he smiled, kissing Lan’s forehead. “Thank you.”

Lando used the towel to wipe them both down, chucking the ice bag into the sink. They washed up in a freezing cold shower, lazily making out, before passing out on top of their bedsheets.

After their nap, they both drank a lot of water while they ordered some food so they wouldn’t have to make the apartment hotter by cooking. They cuddled on the couch in just their underwear, enjoying the fan Lan had rush-delivered from the nearest store.

The next day, when they got back from the MTC to the glorious cold of the air conditioning working once again, Oscar took his turn taking Lando apart on the kitchen floor.