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i was astonished that i haven't seen any movie premiere fics on my dash yet, when this whole thing was a shipping goldmine: james and carlos, carlos and charles, the whole shared jet? so here's my contribution: norrapinto makeout sesh on the plane.
The flight from Montreal to New York is short, an hour and a half tops. If you deduct from that the security stuff, the service, and the mandatory filming they all need to do for various sponsors and social channels, you’re left with barely an hour. Usually this downtime would be used for naps, aimless scrolling or playing some dumb mobile games. But they are all well rested after a lazy start to the day, and they only have this one last thing to get through before getting a break. Plus it’s actually really rare for them to have some uninterrupted, non-racing-related time together and away from the cameras, which makes it all quite exciting. Consequently, the atmosphere in the plane resembles the vibe in a bus full of teenagers on a school tip: nobody’s sitting still, everyone’s talking to someone they wouldn’t normally be interacting with, they’re trading snacks (okay, so those might be raw food bars, electrolyte powders and cans of Red Bull, so what, it still counts) and exchanging stories.
Fortunately, the crew and the airline aren’t American, so Lando manages to convince someone to bring them several bottles of champagne even though half of them are too young to even legally drink in the US. That’s how they end up playing Never Have I Ever, Lando, Ollie, Franco and Gabi all squished together in one of the fancy seats, with Nico, Isack and Esteban standing around them in the aisle. The statements start out innocent enough until Nico declares “never have I ever played a more boring game of Never Have I Ever”, at which point they start to pick up steam, not wanting to be outdone by the others.
“Never have I ever made out with anyone here,” Ollie prompts, and everyone but him and Lando raise their glasses to drink.
“Damn, bunch of sluts, all of you!” Lando hollers while Gabi is making kissy faces at Ollie.
“You know, we could, if you wanted to,” Lando hears Franco, who’s sitting closest to him, say softly in his ear, probably low enough for nobody else to pick up on, but judging by the way he’s staring at Lando with his huge eyes, it doesn’t look like he cares about being subtle. Lando feels the heat of a blush rise into his cheeks, he averts his eyes but can’t help them gliding over Franco’s plush lips. It’s easy to imagine them against his own.
“Yeah?” Lando asks, biting his lip and looking up at Franco through his eyelashes.
“Yeah. We could do many things,” Franco smiles at him sweetly, and Lando is not uninterested.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I could show you,” Franco simply says before getting up and walking away, not offering any excuses or further explanation to the group.
When he gets up to follow him soon after, Lando expects to find Franco in one of the bathrooms, but he’s just claimed one of the vacant seats a bit further down the aisle, sitting cross-legged and leaning back against the backrest.
“Not very private, is it?” Lando asks, plopping down next to Franco on the seat.
“Eh, we will be landing in half an hour. Soon they will be saying to go to our seats. This is private enough for what we have time to do,” Franco smiles at him softly, leaning towards him invitingly. He runs a finger up Lando’s jaw to cup his face, but it’s Lando who closes the distance between them in the end, leaning in and pressing his lips to Franco’s. His lips are as soft as they look, and his hand trails up to the back of Lando’s head, pulling him in closer as he deepens the kiss. His other hand finds his way under the hem of Lando’s shirt, settling warmly on the small of his back. He licks against his lips with the tip of his tongue and Lando opens up, letting him in. He’s holding on to Franco’s hip, both for stability and out of the need to touch more of him, the other hand travelling up Franco’s thigh. A wave of pleasure rolls through Lando as Franco sucks softly at his tongue, and he sighs into the kiss. He finds that he enjoys this, the simple pleasure of doing something because he wants to. Something fun but innocent enough that he won’t have to regret it later.
“Come closer,” Franco whispers as they pull away panting, and Lando repositions himself so he’s kneeling between Franco’s open legs, supporting his weight with one hand placed just above his shoulder. Franco pulls him in with strong arms around his waist and back, pressing their bodies closer together as he kisses Lando’s jaw and neck, licks against his pulse point, bites down on his collarbone. Lando lets himself get lost in the feeling of wanting and being wanted; it has been so long since he could have this, straightforward, without consequences or expectations. He grinds down his hips against Franco’s lap, seeking friction, feeling the heat and the pressure of Franco’s erection through several layers of clothing against his own. He rolls his hips more deliberately and relishes in the low moan he pulls out of Franco with the movement.
Franco was right: soon enough, the fasten seatbelt signs come on with a ding and they are reminded through the intercom to return to their designated seats. Lando’s breathing heavily when they come away from each other, and Franco looks dazed, like he’s just woken up from a dream. His face is flushed, eyes shiny, lips puffed, hair a mess, but Lando’s pretty sure that if he looked in a mirror, his own reflection wouldn’t be much different. Slowly, they untangle themselves and stand up to walk back to their places.
“If you want more private, text me later,” Franco chuckles when they get to Lando’s, then has the audacity to honest-to-god wink at Lando before walking on to take his own seat.
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norapinto reunion sex!!! my babies have returned to me !! @landoscarino thank you for the motivation, i owe u !! anyways, hope you guys enjoy xx
he looks different.
probably, for others, akin to the franco who'd paraded his way through the last races of 2024, confidence unperturbed and body more charisma than water.
but lando sees it. had spent too much time picking it apart, then gluing the pieces back together again, worshipping the slopes, the expanses, the peaks and troughs when it was all he wanted to do, even though he had a team to celebrate his championship with.
he sees how franco's lips are a tinge pinker, and not because of the attack of his own. he sees how crevices sharpen, whetted around his nose, cradling his eyes, grabbing his jaw. he sees how, nonetheless, 5 months without them being them, franco looks at him all the same.
"missed me?"
and lando would laugh, because despite their festivities reaching a standstill, they still see each other in passing.
a flash of blue speeding into alpine's hospitality. a flicker of papaya, then an inscrutable mesh of cameras, fans so eager, erasing what once glowed.
but, god, he's missed having him, all for himself, back to where he belongs. beneath, above, within. of course, he's missed it all.
lando grins, so soft, so gooey, as he drags franco past the threshold and into the room. he feels a shiver drag through the other's flesh, and lando takes credit for it, regardless of the gradient between the air outside and the chill that blows through the room.
his arms wind around franco's waist (there's thicker muscle there now. lando's mind goes hazy.), lips impatient and pushing upon another. and lando can feel his brain weep at how good it is, just like the very first time the fell into bed, and way better than the last time he saw franco's face unravel as he came.
their tongues meet, and it's warmth so familiar, his mind goes into autpilot. pushing, twirling, lapping at each other, like men starved at war. lando groans, swallowing the small mewls franco gives him, before sliding his hands down into his lover's joggers, over swells of ass that feel firmer, larger than before, and squeezes. franco moans like a pornstar.
"fuck, i've missed your mouth so much," lando sighs, eyes shut and kisses making a path down franco's throat. the argentinian is pliable, throws his head back without hesitance.
"and my ass?"
lando scoffs, but it's without an edge. he's humoured more than anything.
"goes without saying, no?" lando asks, hands slipping past the hem of franco's boxers and coming skin-to-skin with his old fixation. "you know how much i loved it. made sure you were always open for me."
the memory alone makes lando's cock twitch, blood pushing at the walls of his vessels. he feels like he'd burst the second he sheaths himself into franco, who shivers at his words, fingers curling into his mullet.
"sí— fuck yes," whimpers override his cadence, dick hardening and digging into lando's thigh, "need you to eat my ass again."
"as if i was ever planning not to."
then lando's shoving his mouth on franco's again, this time, reverence drowned by pure need and desperation. franco's pushing him until the backs of his knees collide with the edge of bed, and he falls spine first unto the mattress. legs bend at each side of his hips, bulges pressing into each other, heavy and throbbing; lando already feels spent, done out to hell and back, and they haven't even had one round yet.
their hands are frantic, tugging shirts off, yanking pants down, until not a garment adorns their bodies, and tan skin meshes with alabaster. franco's straddled across his thighs, grinding and swivelling his hips with his eyes shut. heat crawls through lando's flesh, flushing his skin puce and chipping his irises away.
"let- let me suck your dick, please lando i- por favor," franco pleads, and who was he to say no?
lando nods and loosens his grip on the other's hips, "turn around, baby," then he smirks, wicked, "i'll eat you out too."
and he's, honest to god, never seen franco move with such neck-snapping velocity, face full of pale roundness not even 2 seconds later, and a grip so tight on his cock, it feels like his skin would follow off with every tug. his toes curl, hands grabbing franco's ass as he kneads and wills his cock to last.
"it's bigger," lando says, squeezing and revelling in how there's more resistance. fuck, he feels like his brain oozes out of his ears when he imagined the sight he'd be blessed with when he fucks him from behind.
franco whines, wiggling his butt closer to lando's face, "solo para ti," then shoves his mouth down down down the other's cock until the tip jams the back of his throat and lando's moaning like it's been battered out of him.
fucking hell, the warmth that glides on his cock, the wetness that slathers and pools at the base fries every nerve ending in his body, quivering and moaning and whimpering at it all.
he almost loses himself, forgets the task he has at hand if not for franco shoving himself further backwards, lando's nose slotting perfectly in the groove between each asscheek. his response is instantaneous, pulling his butt open and dragging a fat, messy stripe over the clench of franco's rim. he feels the body above him seize like it's been tazed, hole clenching closed and as open as it could get, and lando wonders how he was able to last this long without it.
"you taste so fucking good," lando drawls, inebriated and tongue raining small jabs past the rim in lieu of opening him up, "even better than last time— shit."
the praise goes to franco's head, inciting him to double his efforts and keep lando deep in his throat. the pressure is electrifying, zaps coursing through his balls, down to his thighs. he's gonna die, it feels like such, and he doesn't think there's any better way to go.
two thumbs stretch franco open, and he leans back to assess his work; hole so red and so puffy, it's as if he's been taken and used for hours. perfect, beautiful, lando thinks, kissing the ridges so softly, it didn't belong in such needy fucking, before pushing his tongue as far in as it could go. franco wails.
"lando, fuck fuck fuck," he's full on sobbing, cock out of his mouth, resting on his cheek, "al igual que ese bebé– oh que bueno."
his own dick is neglected now, but lando couldn't care less. franco tasted so good, so sweet, he almost turned diabetic. the man on top of him sits upright, a sweaty hand splayed on his chest and another gripping his hair to push him deeper and harder.
it's suffocating, but lando loves it. can feel the way franco's legs shake, the way his hole grips him like a vice to keep his tongue inside, the way his fingers curl and tighten the closer he gets to falling off the edge.
"fuck, i'm so close, so so close– keep going please," franco cries and god, does he sound so fucked out it's insane. lando pulls him closer, tongue-fucking him as if his cock was doing the work, and he starts to feel franco bounce just slightly. he's about to come.
"fuckkk i'm gonna- shit-"
"let go baby," lando can barely recognise hearing himself, "you've been so good for me, such a good boy, huh?"
franco lurches forward as the force of his orgasm is one to be reckoned with, cum spurting and wet warmth splattering all over lando's chest. his hole pulses in lando's mouth, a tremble raking through his flesh before he slumps down, gasping.
"you are so good at that— fuck."
lando smirks, chin soaked, eyes glossy, "i know... you're still hard though."
a groan. "it happens everytime we fuck, eres adictivo."
snickering, lando slides his hands up the backs of franco's thighs, then gently squeezes. "ride me?"
another groan.
"but you're taking over as soon as i can't, yes?"
"of course," lando reassures, and throws his arms behind his head as he watches franco crawl his way down. he turns, flushed, fucked-out face coming into view, and lando smiles.
"hey gorgeous," he means it, really, but it comes out more teasing than he intends. franco flips him off, before settling in a straddle, wasting no time to grab his cock and sink right down to the hilt.
his brain short-circuits.
"god, franco," lando's eyes roll back, "you're so tight, fucking hell baby."
the heat is all-encompassing, sending licks of fire up his spine, walls so spongy and wet that he has to grip franco's hips tight to ground him.
the man above him sways as he takes his fill, cock-drunk, insides fluttering. lando almost thrusts up, but franco lifts himself then drops back down with all he has to give and lando spasms.
franco's just– using him, fucking himself on his cock like he's his toy, and lando let's him. he always will.
the fleshy smacks of skin upon skin are filthy, bouncing and ricocheting off the walls of his skull. their moans coalesce, harmonise like some debauched hymn, and it's not long before franco sobs and falls forward.
"i-i can't–"
lando shushes him, pressing kisses into his hair, "it's okay baby, you've been so good."
he rolls them over, settling upon franco, then turning him so his back welds with his chest, wasting no time to push right back in. it's deeper, hotter, closer, franco able to rest his head on lando's shoulder when he throws his head back and screams through clenched teeth.
his thrusts bloom sparks everywhere, slow and hard and just sloppy enough that it was intentional. franco could no longer think; slurs out a 'landoooo' as his hand half-heartedly scrambles for the other's, heart fluttering at the feeling of their fingers intertwining.
it's too intimate for mere fuck buddies. the soft kisses that litter his skin, the slow, worshipping fucking, the hand holding. there's a line being crossed, franco knows.
but as his eyes close, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth, barely being able to think, he casts it aside for a him that's not currently being railed like the world's ending.
"i'm gonna come baby," lando croaks, "come with me?"
franco nods, spreading his legs as far as they could, wrapping a hand around himself, tugging until the knot gets unbearable. his body locks up, hole squeezing and milking lando for all he's worth, hearing a choked 'fuck-' before wet warmth fills him completely. his cock dribbles into the sheets, no longer throbbing and completely empty, before lando collapses on him, sweat welding their skins together, weighted heat welcomed.
another kiss is branded into his skin, and he grins as he dozes off.
