it can't be you - ch4

"where i can be immoral in a stranger's lap"

chapter word count: 7.3k genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, angst with a happy ending, lando norris being a little shit, coworkers to lovers, teasing, miscommunication, POV alternating, slow(ish) burn, yachting

chapter snippet:

He ends up with Oscar's drink in his hands, a wicked idea in his head. George and Alex watch as he picks up the glass and turns around in Oscar's lap to face him, waiting for the poor guy to notice that everyone's been staring at him.

And when he finally looks up, Lando starts. "D'you fancy a sip?"

Oscar's mouth opens, then it shuts. Then it opens again as his eyebrows twitch, perfectly resembling a bunny. Lando raises the drink higher, trying to harvest Oscar's attention. He watches in utter satisfaction as Oscar's eyes drop to the drink, then up to Lando's, jerking his head in a curt nod.

A smile tugs on Lando's face as he brings the glass to Oscar's lips, tilting it forward and watching as he takes a few sips — some spilling out the corner of his mouth — before pushing it away. Lando doesn't think he's ever seen such a bright red adorning someone's face before. It's starting to become his favorite color. Once he sets the glass down he watches Oscar's lips as he wipes his mouth, still captured in that web of cotton.

Lando turns back around proudly. Alex just shakes his head, and George is biting back a laugh so hard that his eyes have grown a bit wet. He would feel a bit mean about it if the reactions he gets from Oscar weren't so fucking addicting.

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it can't be you - ch3

"i'd like to get to know you, i'd like to take you out'

chapter word count: 7k rating: explicit genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, angst with a happy ending, coworkers to lovers, friends with benefits, family issues, miscommunication, POV alternating, slow(ish) burn

chapter snippet:

Their conversation gets interrupted by Franco’s voice booming through the chatter. Oscar turns his head and, to his immense surprise, is met with the sight of none other than Lando Norris.

He’s very much out of breath as he makes his way to them, sporting an extremely thin white button up paired with light wash jeans and white Jordans. The same silver chain embellishes his neck, the stones almost winking at Oscar in the light. His curls look to be more intentionally defined tonight, dark brown hair complimenting his tanned skin.

Oscar looks away. He’s not staring.

An echo of cheers erupts at the table as Lando makes his way over, sliding into the booth heavily beside Oscar, scent of citrus and cologne immediately overwhelming his senses. Lando tries to catch his breath in shallow breathes so he can give his brief greetings to the entire table, and Oscar decides not to think about it.

The bartender takes a glance to his right, and notices Lando already looking at him, playfully bumping his shoulder once he's caught caught Oscar's eyes. He glances over and is almost blinded by Lando's bright smile.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he jeers, and Oscar rolls his eyes in response. He can’t seem to fix his mouth to speak words, now that Lando’s here and in his space entirely.

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it can't be you - ao3

word count: 12k (ongoing)

chapter count: 2/?

rating: explicit

genres/vibes: bartender/dj au, clubbing, angst with a happy ending, coworkers to lovers, friends with benefits

some ao3 tags: bartender oscar piastri, DJ lando norris, miscommunication, jealousy, sub top oscar piastri, bottom lando norris, switching, bottom oscar piastri, top lando norris, first time bottoming, light dom/sub, topping from the bottom, praise kink, edging, overstimulation, begging, semi-public sex, dacryphilia, blow jobs, orgasm denial, angry sex, drunk sex, breathplay, dry humping, frotting, vibrators during work, fingers in mouth, POV alternating, slow burn, yearning, recreational drug use, implied/referenced drug use, established george russell/alex albon lando owns a motorcycle, max fewtrell owns a club

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“It can be casual, no strings attached, whatever you want it to be,” Lando whispers slowly, words slightly muffled into the skin of Oscar’s lips.

“Just tell me that you want it, that you want this, whatever this turns into,”

The movement creates sparks of heat throughout Oscar’s body. His skin vibrates at the contact – not too dissimilar to the feeling in his chest. Oscar’s hand flexes at Lando’s side, not quite as bruising as it was before, switched out for a gentle brush of contact. Lando inches forward, his scent familiarizing itself with Oscar’s senses. It’s enough to quiet the noise in Oscar’s head.

“I want this,” He practically breathes into Lando’s mouth, words getting melted into the other’s lips.

Or: Lando Norris is an up and coming DJ and is quite bored of hook-up culture in London. He decides he wants to try something new - that being Oscar Piastri, one of Quadrant's most beloved bartenders, who has been silently falling for Lando since the very beginning. They agree on casual - however that may take form - but the lines begin to blur until they converge entirely. What's the harm in having fun?

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