#Carlandoscar

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Smoke In The Air, A Hand In His Hair

8.6k, Carlandoscar, Rating: E

Oscar and Carlos have been sharing Lando for a while now. Carlos wants more, and Oscar is very willing to provide.

Sequel of To Enclose a Triangle

[leftneb]

this quali is giving...

[shrimptiger]

Oscar stands with his cancelled wives(Lando and Carlos)

[sirleoofjampot]

The power this man has to have them both looking at him like that. STAND UP.

Especially you Oscar you're supposed to hate him. Get with the program.

[emmagnetism]

What is this? The Challengers?

Carlos arriving with his bike

Lando doing a 360 stares + “he’s lost, yeah..”

Oscar “u lost? the track goes the other way” + 180 stares.

[antimonyandthyme]

body swap, for carcar or even landoscarcar?

He wakes up, disoriented. It’s not even light out yet, why the fuck is he awake? His throat’s a little sore, his hips are a little sore. Jeez. Didn’t even bother to put some pants on last night, and did he chafe his ass on like, the sheets or something? Wow. He’s sore all over. A settled, pleasant kind though, a muscle ache too deep for him to reach. Maybe he can skip the gym today, hop on a stream, relax. Grab Carlos for a round of golf before he leaves, if he’s not too busy mapping Monaco on his bike.

He turns to his left. Claps a hand over his mouth, shrieks into it.

Like, he’s groggy. He doesn’t have the remnants of a disaster headache, so he’s not hungover. But it’s early, and he never wakes up early. Must be why he’s hallucinating.

When he can bring himself to look again, Carlos is still there. Close enough that Lando can hear the air whistling softly through his teeth.

Lando shifts uselessly, stares. That’s Carlos, alright. He’s always been a loud sleeper. Back in their McLaren days, when they’d shared hotel rooms, Lando had taken voice recordings to prove to an adamant Carlos that he snored. The memory makes his lips twitch. It’s nice Carlos looks well-rested. Better than he has in awhile. A pretty trophy will do that for you. If he wants, Lando can choose to waste precious time counting Carlos’s lashes while he figures out what to do. He’ll lose count at probably a hundred.

That’s Carlos, alright.

What were they doing last night? Surely Lando would remember. The party was loud, raucous, the Prince of Monaco victorious here at last. All podium finishers present, fourth place included. Drinking, laughing, cozying up to one another. Carlos and Oscar smiling tentatively at each other after sharing just one couch, animosity seemingly forgotten. The prickly itch crawling under Lando’s skin, until Charles finally manages to bag him a set. The music, beats pounding a tattoo into his brain. He remembers all of that.

Surely he would remember taking Carlos’s clothes off. He’s wanted to for—

Lando slaps both hands onto his cheeks, hard enough to sting. He needs to take a leak.

He squeaks out of the bed, as quietly as he can. Trips over a pair of jeans that look vaguely familiar, rams his toe into the wheel of a suitcase that definitely wasn’t there last night. Finds the bathroom, closes the door with a silent snick.

Fumbles around like a dunce for the light switch, right there where all light switches usually are.

Flicks it on. Shrieks for real this time, without his hands to cover the noise.

It’s a good thing Carlos has always slept like the dead. To be absolutely fucking certain, Lando peeks his head out.

Yep, still asleep. That’s Carlos, alright.

Deep, deep breaths. As deep as he can go without passing out. He returns to the mirror. Feels for his face like it’s a foreign object.

Which it is. Because that’s Oscar Piastri, looking right back at him.

--

He means to start off with something useful. Something like, Hey, do you remember what drugs we were on last night? E? Salvia? Because mate, these are the strangest withdrawal symptoms I’ve ever experienced. Or even something funny, like Haha, now I know what you look like naked. The fans are going to have a field day.

Instead, what comes out of his mouth is, “Why are you sleeping with Carlos?”

“Good morning to you too,” Oscar says, after the longest pause on planet fucking earth.

He didn’t mean for that to sound as sulky as he did. But he’s sore all over, and his lips, which are not his, but Oscar’s, feel extremely kissed, and he definitely does not expect that to make something in his chest twist tighter than a coiled spring.

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

“What did we drink last night?” Oscar says, unsurprisingly choosing to be the level-headed one in this conversation.

“Something bright green, something ocean blue. Dunno. Lost track during the set.”

“Lando,” Oscar says patiently, in Lando’s voice. Which is just all kinds of weird. “Something green, something blue, doesn’t sound all that normal.”

“I knew that DJ couldn’t be trusted.”

The world-weary sigh Lando receives makes his skin prickle with heat. Things have been happening. The car’s gotten faster. From his grandmother to the mechanics, everyone’s been talking about a chance he could pull like magic out of thin air. It’s not his fault he wasn’t paying attention. At the club, or to every encounter Carlos and Oscar had prior to this that has led them here.

“Look, I’m gonna—where are you?”

“In Carlos’s room,” Lando says, rudely, unhelpfully.

“Right. I’ll. I’ll be there in. We’re staying just, two blocks away, right? I’ll be there in ten. Could you. Could you please, just—”

Lando expects him to say something totally condescending. Please just don’t freak out. Please just don’t do anything until I get there, because I’m being responsible and you’re being a baby.

“Just, go back?”

“What?”

“Be next to him, when he wakes up?”

Lando swallows. The acid from yesterday must be making his stomach churn. Oscar—in Lando’s fucking voice, sounds smaller and more hopeful than Lando ever wants to hear himself sound.

“I don’t want him to think.” Oscar stops. Lando can practically see him scrubbing at the back of his neck. “I don’t want him to think I left, or anything like that. Could you—”

Lando hangs up.

The earnestness. The, the audacity.

The phone rings again, and Lando hangs up again, out of pure spite. He paces wildly, in front of the mirror. Each time he turns on his heel he imagines his body morphing back into what’s right. Each turn smacks him with the image that Oscar’s pale, freckled skin turns splotchy red when he’s angry.

What. A useful thing. To know.

It’s been half an hour since he’s woken up. Which means, oh fuck. Fuck. Carlos’s body clock has always been impeccable. Eight, on the dot, he springs out of bed like it’s a wonderful thing being alive at that hour, and then goes and makes coffee without fail. Which means in three, two minutes, Carlos will open his eyes. And, and he’ll be alone in bed.

He’ll be alone. That’ll make Lando feel better, right? Carlos will be alone, and then Oscar will no longer be a problem, and then the itch under his skin will disappear, for good.

Carlos will be alone.

He flicks off the light, slips out of the bathroom. Bangs his toe again on that damned suitcase. Slides under the covers, adjusts himself into a position he hopes might be believable. Head on one hand, face tilted toward Carlos. Body leaning, reaching. Always reaching. Eyes half-closed.

But open enough so that he can see the exact moment Carlos wakes. See that small, relieved smile. See the way Carlos clicks his jaw askew, the way he always does before making a decision. Then feel Carlos run the backs of his knuckles against a face he wishes were familiar.

[more-mara]

Got this ask on my main but I’m responding here because I’m keeping fics separate on this blog.

But YES. Anon I hate you (affectionately ❤️) for putting this idea in my head because I have at least 6 WIPS and two active fics that need completed (this is why I should stick to one shots lmao, I think that’s my thing) but this is SO GOOD.

Like I can imagine writing from Landos perspective where he’s just oh so sweet with Oscar and is really taking his time and trying to make the whole thing comfortable and in his head, all he’s thinking about is Oscar’s inexperience and has basically painted him as the picture of innocence only to walk in on Oscar getting the railing of his life from Carlos.

Like those freaks are doing some weird dirty talk where they’re literally arguing with each other but are really too turned on to care because they’re both too obsessed with each other’s bodies to stop fucking long enough to actually sort out their differences.

Also Oscar is a brat™️ and Carlos wants to break him for it.

Oscar also likes being tied up. Don’t ask how that relates to what you said but I think I’m itching to actually write some kind of light bondage fic because I don’t think I’ve actually done it before lmao.

So when they’re having their weird little ‘secret third thing’, Lando struggles really badly with jealousy so Carlos decides that the only way to fix it is to tie Oscar to the bed for ‘easy access’ and let Lando do what he wants without Carlos interfering. Except then Carlos is the one struggling with jealousy so decides to try out his own method and tie them both to the bed to see if it fixes his jealousy problem. Spoiler, it doesn’t, because why tf did he think that would be the solution in the first place? But at least now he has two hot guys tied to his bed to have his way with.

[meowalonso]

Lando between his two cancelled wives

[thequiet-chaos]

Carlos Sainz is finishing his last race with Ferrari surrounded by his past teammates

Front - Lando

Side - Hulk

Behind - Max

THATS SO BEAUTIFUL. ALL THE CHILLS

[lyslsstuff]

True Sun Of McLaren.

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[seasidefae]

when the whole crew doesn’t know a damn thing

[shrimptiger]

You can tell he has both the papaya cats wrapped around his finger

[sirleoofjampot]

There are three stages to viewing this photo

Stage 1: Nice normal picture

Stage 2: Awww Carlando

Stage 3: wtf is Oscar doing??

No but seriously who's got him smiling like that? Lance? I don't think 😭

[carcarpodium]

oh god, fucking finally 😭‼️

[carlandoscars]

the many faces of oscar and lando... and the standard sainz stare (x)

[landoom]

Carlandoscar during the national anthem