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Incoming Call
10:47 AM Monday
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(1) Missed call - 10:47 AM
(1) New voicemail
Listen?
“Oscahhhhh…”
Lando’s imitation of Oscar’s accent lazily called out from the recording.
“Max says. Daniel is the better Australian. I say it’s you. I mean, I love Dan, he’s so fun- so funny, but he’s so old.
…
No, mate- stop! Bit shite at padel though, he has you there, mate.
…
And Dan can play the guitar? Can youuu play the guitar, Oscah? Thought not.
…
Aaaaaand you didn’t answer me when I rang, so I think Dan wins. Sorry, Osc.” Disconnected
Messages
Monday 11:13 AM
oscar
alright mate?
lando norris
sorryy ahhah, out with the fellas 😏
you havign fun in melbourne
without me??
oscar
loads
you’ve no problems entertaining yourself in monaco, it seems
lando norris
🙄🙄 enjoy ur break osc
oscar
cheers
Incoming Call
9:38 AM Tuesday
***
(1) Missed call - 9:38 AM
(1) New voicemail
Listen?
Lando was whispering.
“Oscar, there’s a dog here who looks just like you.
…
Are you here right now? Am I looking across the street at you right now?
…
He’s— You’re— looking right at me, Osc. But it’s dark so I can’t tell for sure…
…
I would know if you ever answered your phone. You should always answer when I call, Oscar, cos I’m important.
…
What are you even doing right now that could be more important than this?!” Disconnected
Messages
Tuesday 11:32 AM
oscar
??
lando norris
this u????????
oscar
still in melbourne mate
lando norris
prove it
oscar
how??
lando norris
pics or it didnt happen
oscar
oh my god
lando norris
PROVE IT PIASTRI
oscar
lando norris
oh my gODDD
i was right. ur twins mate 👯
oscar
jesus christ
lando norris
what if his name was oscar
thatd be mental honestlyy
hes so cute tho
Incoming Call
Tuesday 8:17 PM
***
Call Connected
“Oscar??”
“Hi, Lando.”
“You actually answered.”
“I was actually awake.”
“Ooh, what are you doooing, Oscah,”
“Family game night, in a bit.”
“… Oh. Well, anyway, I called because what’s that word that’s the flower? The flower.”
“The flower.”
“Yeah, Osc, the flower— the mum one.”
“Chrysanthemum?”
“Again?”
“Chrys-an-the-mum.”
“Chrysanthemum.”
“Bingo.”
“Mint. Thanks, Osc.”
“Anytime, Lando.”
“Be good, on holiday.”
“Always.”
Messages
Tuesday 10:04 PM
lando norris
i got a latte and i asked for a cat but lookk its andrea 💀
oscar
lol
i saw an andrea dog the other day hold on
lando norris
i cant beleive our tp got turned into a dog 🥀 🥀
oscar
idk mate
he didn’t threaten to put ballasts on my car, we might be better off
lando norris
the true test
wgeres his olive oil????
oscar
or his tiny espresso
lando norris
mateeee that would be soo cutie dont even x
dog with a tiny espresso?? r u kiddin me???????
Incoming Call
Wednesday 8:14 AM
***
Call Connected
“Oscahhhhhh!”
“Mmm, morning.”
Lando gasped.
“You’re awake!”
“Barely.”
“Ooh, you sound sleepy, Osc, bet you’ve got quality bed head.”
“Reckon.”
“Sleepy Osc, with his sleepy bed head, sleepy morning voice…”
“Can I help you with something, mate?”
“Wha—? Why can’t I just want to call my friend on this fine… evening.”
Lando’d clearly been drinking again.
“Out with the fellas, eh?”
Lando giggled. “No.”
“Are you… by- yourself?”
“Are you asking me if I’m alooone, Oscar? Cheeky.”
“Just try’na figure out what you need, mate.”
“Well maybe, maybe I just needed to talk to my friend before be- going to bed.” Lando hiccoughed.
“I’m here, Lando.”
“Well, you should be here, instead. We could go see that dog! Compare notes.”
“I’ll be back on Friday.”
“Ah, shame, that. ‘M’off to Ibiza Thursday, myself.”
“Reckon you’ll have a great time.”
“We‘ll have a proper hang when I get back. We can go out!”
“Yeah, sure, anything you want, Lando.”
“Sounds good when you say my name. Like you mean it.”
“Wha—?”
Lando interrupted him. “Be good, Osc.”
“Always.”
Messages
Wednesday 6:54 PM
lando norris
fit checkkkk
oscar dont do this to mee
dont levae me on read!!!! 🥀
Wednesday 7:37 PM
oscar
sorry was eating dinner
lando norris
well??????????
oscar
??
lando norris
u have to send a fit chekx its the law
oscar
why
lando norris
because i sent u one first 🔫
oscar
ugh hold on
that’s basil btw
lando norris
!!!!!!!
oh mY GODDD
u are 2 cuties
how is that fair
sent u a proper fit check, didnt i
n u have to upstage me like rhis 🥀
well now u have to send me ur fit tmrw 1st so i can be the hotter papaya boy
oscar
oh my god
no
lando norris
yes u must its the law 🔫
oscar
the law is not just what you tell me to do
lando norris
isnt it??
Thursday 11:22 AM
oscar
fit check
Incoming Call
Thursday 11:45 AM
***
Call Connected
“Oscahhhhh…”
“Hi, Lando.”
“You’re so hot it’s stupid—“
“Cap and shorts really do it for ya, eh?”
Lando groaned. “You’ve no idea what you do to me, honestly.”
“Ha, ha.” Oscar deadpanned.
“Seriously, mate, your waist should be illegal, looking like that.”
Oscar paused. “Lando, why did you call?”
“To hear your pretty voice.”
“Seriously.”
“Because I miss youuuu, Osc, and I’m leaving for Ibiza, and I won’t get to see your pretty face, or anything for a whole ‘nother week.”
Another pause.
“Why do you always call me when you’ve been drinking?”
“Dunno, who cares?” Lando slurred.
“I care.”
“Dunno. Jus' like talking to you when 'm'happy.”
“Lando.”
“Oscah.”
“It’s like 4 in the morning there, mate, don’t you need to go to bed?”
“Ooh, Oscar, are you asking me if I’m in bed? Go on, then, ask me what I’m wearing.”
“What are you wearing, Lando?” Oscar rolled his eyes.
“I’ve got onetwothreefourfive…”
”Twelve bracelets! And three necklaces.”
”And?”
Lando laughed.
”Not what I had on earlier. Practically roasting, wasn’t I? Had to take it all off.”
Oscar felt his face warm. “Bit chilly, now?” Oscar’s voice cracked.
“I’d be so much warmer with you here,” Lando purred.
Oscar couldn’t breathe. Several moments passed.
“Off to bed. Be good, Oscar.”
“Always.” Oscar whispered.
He agonised all day about Lando being naked in bed, being happy and thinking of him.
Oscar wasn't sure if Lando was just having him on, or?
He certainly liked toying with Oscar.
The real question was whether Oscar liked being toyed with.
Messages
Thursday 5:15 PM
lando norris
airport fit checkkkk
Thursday 6:28 PM
lando norris
OSC WHERSE UR FIT CHECXK
im gettin on this plane and i cant even see ur beautifujl face one last time 🥀
wow
ok fine
u can see my heart is broken 🥀
Thursday 10:07 PM
oscar
have fun in ibiza lando
lando norris
cheers, gorgeous
be good and dont make me wait again x
evening fit checkkk
Oscar didn't like that Lando thought he would just roll over for him like a dog.
He would roll over for him, to be clear. He just didn't like that Lando thought he would.
He went to bed with his stomach in knots about Lando having expectations of him.
He rolled over on his front, trying to push down the feeling that he was letting something predatory see his soft inner belly.
He thought about Lando being naked on the phone, teasing him. Wanting him.
He groaned as his cock twitched against the mattress of the bed he'd had since Year 7.
He couldn't ignore Lando, he couldn't ignore Lando's demands, he couldn't ignore his own body...
Oscar shoved a hand down the waistband of his boxer briefs to feverishly rub himself to thoughts of tan skin, a lilting voice, and gapped front teeth.
He imagined warm hands gripping his slim waist as he straddled someone with damp curls and strong arms.
He whined as he heard that someone tell him to 'Be good', as he heard Lando tell him how pretty he was riding on him.
Oscar made a mess of his briefs and shirt with how roughly he spilled humping against the mattress.
His legs shook when he stilled and he breathed shakily as he turned over and forced himself to relax.
His skin prickled all over.
He felt shame pool in his gut and heat his face, but all he could hear in his mind were those words.
'Be good, Osc'
Messages
Friday 7:47 AM
oscar
heading home
lando norris
good boy
Oscar couldn't decide what to reply to that, or what to think about that, or how to feel about that.
He went to bed with those sticky words spreading through his core like hot honey.
'Good boy'.
FLIGHT EK209 8:10 AM MEL -> 10:35 PM NCE
Messages
Friday 11:45 PM
lando norris
my sweet osc somewhere over the ocean 🥀
gabi says hi lmaooo
He was a world champion contender, for God's sake.
He could ignore some annoying Brit who thought he could boss him around.
What would Mark think?
What would Andrea think?
...
What did Oscar think?
Messages
Saturday 12:43 PM
lando norris
fit checkk
oscar
does this count
Incoming Call
Saturday 12:54 PM
***
Call Connected
“Trying to tease me, then, Osc?” Lando’s light and teasing tone broke through the hazy morning in Oscar’s bedroom.
“No,” Oscar grumbled. He wasn’t ready for this, so early.
“Oooh, sleepy Oscar voice. Still jet lagged?”
Oscar groaned and rolled over. “Mmmmhm.”
“You shouldn’t go back to sleep, though. It’ll mess up your rhythms, mate.” Lando instructed.
Oscar kept his face buried in his pillow. “Mmhm.”
Lando chuckled. “Such a sleepy guy! You gonna work out, then?”
“Mm, later.”
“Careful, Oscar, high-performance athletes need to stay in shape. Don’t neglect your studies.”
“Wouldn't dream of it, professor.”
Lando’s laughter rang lightly. “Kinky. Get up and go run, or something. Best not even wank or it’ll put you right back to sleep.”
“Mmm.”
“Be good, Osc.”
“Mm.”
Some minutes after the call disconnected, Oscar rolled back over. Lando did not instruct him not to wank. That definitely could not have happened.
Lando couldn’t be serious.
He’d spent several days with family members in his business 24/7, which was both the blessing and the curse of being one of four siblings. But never being alone meant he hadn’t had much time for… other things. Once, in the shower, and once in his childhood bed like he was 15 again, all because Lando-fucking-Norris had to go and tell him he was naked in bed.
Oscar flung back his comforter, his pale torso awash in the late morning sunlight. He ran his hands down his sides, feeling the dip of his waist and the flare of his hips. He felt the soft hair on his chest and the muscle of his stomach. He flirted with thinking about Lando, knowing what a danger it was.
Lando had said he couldn’t wank, not that he couldn’t touch.
Oscar dipped his narrow fingers below his hips, almost in a trance. Eyes closed, he felt around the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. He thought about Lando’s voice rasping 'Good boy' as he watched Oscar touch himself, and he inhaled sharply. His cock twitched at the thought and he considered just shoving down his briefs and getting off, rough and easy.
But Lando told him not to.
He palmed at his growing erection and groaned, knowing he wouldn’t disobey, even if he wanted to. Maybe Lando would reward him for being good. Maybe he was being a fucking idiot for thinking Lando thought about him at all.
Oscar rolled out of bed and donned a pair of running shorts. One way to find out.
Messages
Saturday 2:34 PM
oscar
lando norris
proud of u mate
being so good
bet u look so hot rn 🥵
oscar
lol yeah sure
lando norris
be nice to urself 🤬
show me ur pretty face
Oscar stared at his phone screen.
He looked sweaty, and his hair was messed up, and his neck was all splotchy pink like every time he did cardio.
oscar
do i have to
lando norris
i mean yea. its only fair when i sent u my pretty face this am
Oscar set up his phone on an outcropping and set the timer.
He couldn’t stand to look at it directly, and settled for looking off into the distance.
He was sweaty, and still catching his breath, and fuck, he did not want to do this.
But he wanted to be good.
oscar
lando norris
what the fukc
u cant just send me ur tits with no wrning baby
Oscar’s face flooded with heat. A confusing mixture of excitement, humiliation, and greed pulled him down, down, down.
lando norris
u look so fucking pretty when u listen
like
u know what ur good for
u like being good for me, dont u
Oscar breathed in sharply. He liked… something.
He liked following the rules, in general.
He liked playing nice with the team.
He liked when Lando told him what to do, even jokingly.
He didn’t know why he wanted this, why he wanted… more.
oscar
yeah
lando norris
fuck osc
unbelievable how easy u are for it
sending me your pretty tits
n telling me u like being good
send me a pic when u go to the gym later
oscar
cheers
Oscar finished his workout by running back to his flat and was touching himself as soon as he got through the door.
He reached behind his head and pulled off his sweaty shirt. He shoved down his shorts, not bothering to take them off fully. He tweaked at a nipple and whimpered at the feeling that jolted through him. After a few hurried strokes of his rapidly hardening member, he slowed down and pried his hand away.
Lando said no. And Oscar was nothing if not a good listener.
He forced his shorts back up and walked himself into the kitchen and poured a tall glass of water. How long was Lando expecting him to wait, exactly? He drank it down, willing it to chill the flames licking at his core, still tenting his shorts. The desire he’d felt that morning was coursing in his blood like poison. Or like desperately needed medicine. It was hard to tell. Maybe it was more like a deeply addictive drug that was dragging him slowly under that he was becoming weaker to resist. He exhaled shakily.
Oscar changed into a clean shirt to head to the gym.
But Oscar waited until he was home from his workout to send the next photo.
Messages
Saturday 5:44 PM
oscar
lando norris
………
jesus fukcing christ osc
ur being so good for me arent u
pushingg ur pretty tits togehter for me
bet ud love me coppin a feel
Oscar lay sprawled out in bed, still sweaty from the gym. He’d removed his shirt and running shorts and was running one hand up and down his neck, thinking about Lando squeezing his tits. He could hear his teammate in his mind.
'God, Osc,' his rough hands rubbing commanding circles around his nipples, 'You’re so easy for it, aren’t you?'
oscar
yeah
lando norris
id drive u crazy
god i want to suck on them soo badddf wtf
Oscar let his mind completely disconnect from his body while he writhed on the bed.
God, the thought of a mouth-Lando's mouth-suckling and biting at his chest, was enough to destroy him.
lando norris
osc what would you say
oscar
please
lando norris
what the fuckkkkkkkk
if u said please id give u anything anything u want
Oscar bit down on the shirt he’d taken off, anything to stifle the high-pitched, pathetic whimpering that he couldn’t seem to control.
He had one hand teasing his peaked nipple, while the other squeezed the base of his cock in a poor attempt to fight the urge to furiously jerk off.
His body throbbed with want, his face was flushed, his skin felt like it was on fire.
oscar
i’d do anything
lando norris
ur so good for me arent u osc
oscar
yes
lando norris
are u hard
Oscar moaned at even the suggestion that Lando knew how much it turned him on.
He fisted himself slowly, letting the guilt of Lando knowing what he was doing surge in his gut.
oscar
maybe
lando norris
if ur good until i get back ill make it so good baby
promise
Oscar wanted to scream at the endearment.
He dropped his hand and slid it under his back to press it into the mattress in the hopes that would dissuade him from touching himself.
But he wanted to, so badly. He was desperate for relief. His cock throbbed against his abdomen.
lando norris
i know ull be good for me wont u baby
oscar
always
Oscar rolled himself up off the bed and turned on the shower to a much cooler setting than he normally preferred.
There wasn’t any way out of this but through.
Incoming Call
Saturday 10:20 PM
***
Call Connected
“Hi, Osc,” Lando’s voice sounded lower. He wasn’t laughing this time.
“Alright?” Oscar asked, as if this were a normal conversation between teammates during business hours.
“Yeah, fun day, me. Hope you’ve had some adventures,” Lando’s smile was evident through the receiver.
“A few,” Oscar replied coyly.
“It’s nice that we’re in the same time zone again. Don’t have to worry about waking you up.”
Lando was never worried. But Oscar would let them pretend to have this small talk.
“Yeah, nice to not have your drunk arse on at 9 in the morning, mate,” he responded drily.
“You love my drunk arse,” Lando said said cheekily.
“I love sleeping,” Oscar stated. Everyone knew that.
“When I get back, we can have a sleepover. You can sleep all you want,” Lando offered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“A sleepover.”
“Sure, you can do my hair, and we can talk about boys, and we can sleep in my bed,” Lando supplied easily.
“Boys.”
“Yes, Osc, boys. Like there’s this one boy that I’ve got wrapped around my little finger…” Lando purred.
Oscar choked on his inhale. “... Yeah?”
"He's so fit, too," Lando was just toying with him now.
“Do you—like him?"
He tried to sound steady and even, and surprised himself with how normal the words came out.
Like they were talking about someone else completely.
“Augh, he’s all I think about, Osc. He’s got this waist, and these eyes, and I want to just devour his perfect tits,” Lando rumbled.
Oscar was holding the phone so closely to his face it burned.
He was in bed, shirtless with just a pair of briefs on. His skin felt like it was blazing all evening.
He felt desire zip down his spine at Lando's words.
His face was warm, and his chest ached like he could somehow reach out for this- thing he wanted.
His hands shook as he tried to make fists in the sheets at his sides.
Lando. He wanted Lando. Oscar whimpered.
“And he’s so good for me. Does everything I ask, even if he’s a little brat about it sometimes.”
Lando’s teasing in this darker tone came across more punitive and Oscar was alarmed at how lust flared in his throat, his chest.
He wanted someone to tell him when he was bad. He wanted someone to punish him.
“What would you— want— him to do?” Oscar choked out.
He hoped against hope that Lando would keep going, or even better, would allow him to come.
“Whatever I wanted him to do.”
Oscar bit his lip. He traced one hand down his neck, feeling his racing heartbeat at his pulse point.
His fingers delicately trailed over his chest and he sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips danced over his nipples.
“You’d look so good on your knees for me, Osc, or with your hands tied to the headboard. I could think of so many good ideas…”
“… Yeah? Like what?”
Oscar could barely speak.
Oscar could hear fabric rustling and Lando’s breath getting ragged.
“Yeah, Osc, I’d drive you crazy. I want to taste those pretty pink nipples.
I’d hold that perfect waist and bend your ass over and fuck you until you’re begging for it.”
Oscar palmed his hardness blatantly through his briefs, straining for friction.
He wanted to turn over and rut against the sheets but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he started.
“I want everything,” he breathed.
“You'd beg so pretty for me, wouldn't you, Osc?” Lando murmured.
Oscar could feel how much he was openly leaking into his underwear. He was dying.
He gripped the base of his cock in an attempt to calm himself but he only forced out a groan directly into the mouthpiece of the phone.
“Please, Lando,” he whimpered.
Lando moaned and Oscar could hear the telltale rhythm of movement over the line.
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please let me come,” he begged.
His desperation had leaked through his briefs enough that his hand was slick with it as he rubbed against his cock head.
God, he needed just a little bit more…
“No, baby, not until I get back,” Lando chided gently. “Beg me to make you come.”
Oscar's low moan vibrated in his throat. He wanted it, he needed it, he would do anything for it.
His hips bucked up into his hand, involuntarily.
"Please, Lando, make me come for you. I need it so bad,” Oscar pleaded.
Lando groaned louder and his rhythm picked up speed. Oscar could tell he was close.
“You’re so ready for it, aren’t you Osc?”
“Yeah,”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yeah, want— want them in my mouth,” Oscar panted.
“Fuck, Osc, good boy,” Lando practically growled.
Oscar whined at the praise.
“You need it, don’t you? You can’t come unless you’ve got something inside of you. You need me to fill you up,” Lando almost sounded reverent, awed.
“Need it so bad, Lan,” Oscar moaned.
“Bet you’d come so hard for me if I could get one finger inside you right now.”
Well that was just mean.
Oscar was panting, grunting, whining, with the effort of staying on the brink.
Of course he was that easy for it.
“So close— so close just thinking about it, please, Lan,”
Oscar’s tiny moans and whimpers were just freely given over the phone now, he couldn’t stop them.
”Please,” he begged.
“Fuck, baby, you sound so good. Wanna hear you. Can you finger yourself? I wanna open you up,” Lando gasped.
Oscar figured Lando was edging now, too, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
It made him dizzy to picture him naked in bed, flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hard and pulsing for it.
Oscar had never removed his underwear so fast in all his life.
He put the call on speakerphone, scrambled for a bottle of lube he kept in his nightstand for just this purpose, and slicked up his fingers.
He pressed the tip of one finger in between the tight rim of muscle he’d been neglecting all night.
He threw his head back against his pillows, thrashing to one side with desperation to feel more.
He gasped at the contact and Lando moaned at the sound.
“Are you tight for me, baby? Do I need to go slow?” Lando asked, playing into the fantasy of it being Lando’s fingers fucking him open, loosening him up.
“Yes, fuck, need— need you, so tight—“ he huffed as he managed to slide one finger all the way in.
Slowly pushing down with his hips, he established a steady rhythm of fucking his finger and building up the sinful pressure he craved.
"God, I bet you feel incredible," Lando said in that awed tone again.
Oscar felt the burn of the initial stretch of his muscles start to fade in favor of the pleasure he was so desperate for.
He curled his finger, pulling his rim and gasping with the sensation.
"Your finger feels so good, Lan," his voice breathy and needy.
“Baby, I want you so badly, what if I pushed two fingers in?”
Lando sounded so good, so delicious, Oscar would really give him anything he wanted sounding like this.
He slid a second fingertip in and gasped again, turning his head towards the phone.
“Mmmh, Lan,” he whimpered.
“That’s it, baby, let my fingers fill you up. I want to feel as deep as possible,” Lando murmured.
“Want to drive you crazy with the pressure.”
Oscar felt obscene with two fingers working him open, pushing himself open as much as he could at this angle.
His narrow fingers could only reach so far but imagining that they were Lando’s, moving them at Lando’s instruction, was dizzying and so good.
“So good, so good, Lan, want another—“ he pleaded.
His cock was leaking profusely against his abdomen, and he knew that it would take nothing at all to make himself come.
"You're just gagging for it, aren't you?" Lando chuckled darkly.
“Go on, then, give yourself another finger, baby,
You're gonna need it when I’m this hard for you.”
Lando’s smirk was evident in his voice, but the implication was enough to make Oscar whimper loudly.
He was able to take two fingers up to his final knuckle, so he started easing a third in his tight hole.
The sound of his fingers fucking in and out of himself with the lube made a wetly pornographic noise that made the shame and desire and his gut swirl together.
Stretching himself out flared the pain and made him emit a high-pitched whine like the desperate slut he wanted to be for Lando.
He felt so dirty, so exposed. He wanted Lando to see how raw and open his hole was for him.
How good he was.
“Are you going to come on my fingers, baby?” Lando goaded.
"Can't," Oscar panted.
"You- you said-"
"Reckon you'd sound so gorgeous when you can't help but come for me.
'D'eat you out until you cry, want you abolutely helpless for me."
Lando wanted it, he wanted to hear Oscar fall apart.
But Oscar’s fingers just weren’t long enough to really reach his prostate at this angle.
He needed to touch himself if he wanted to come.
“Can’t— not enough, not as— hah- good as you— please,"
"Please, Lan, let me come for you, I’ll be so good, anything—”
Oscar was babbling but he was so desperate for it.
He needed relief to the pressure that had built up in his abdomen, in his legs that were tensed up below him.
Lando was grunting and Oscar imagined him fucking into his fist blatantly, so close he could taste it.
“Touch yourself for me, baby, I need to hear you come, need to hear you lose it,” Lando commanded.
Oscar reached for his cock with his free hand and stroked roughly, quickly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna— fuck, fu-, Lando—
It only took a handful of strokes before he was wailing and spilling over his fist.
He could feel his hole clenching down desperately on his poor fingers, wishing they were Lando's, wishing they were Lando's cock.
The lube squelched around his hand from his hole tensing, and it made his orgasm even more intense.
"Lando, mmmmh, Lando, God, hng,”
Oscar’s head fell back into the pillows as his hand slowed to lazily pumping himself, lubricated by his own come and sweat.
He sighed in contentment.
“Fuck, baby— God, you sound so good— I’m— fuck, Oscar, yes-”
Lando moaned loudly and Oscar imagined a similar hot burst across the tan chest and abs he’d been fantasizing about.
They were quiet for a few minutes, listening to each other catch their breath.
“Oh my God,” Lando said, incredulous.
“Yeah,” Oscar mused.
“Now I kind of can’t wait to get home, honestly,” Lando admitted.
“Join the club,” Oscar deadpanned.
“Can't believe you didn't wait ‘til I got back to come, Osc,” Lando chided playfully.
“But, it was— you said—” Oscar complained.
“I’ll just have to think about something else for you to do until I get back to earn it."
"Gotta prove how good you are, Osc.”
Oscar huffed. “Sure, Lando. Anything you want.” He rolled his eyes fondly.
“Challenge accepted,” Lando said with entirely too much mischief.
“Be good, Osc. Sleep tight.”
“You too,” Oscar murmured, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep.
Messages
Sunday 1:59 AM
lando norris
think ud look perfect in these 😈
