#helllooooo have the brainworms I got from remembering those mouse and moose books exist

[charleslelurk]

If you give a man a baby

Carlos just stares as the fan hands her baby, her eleventh month old, to Lando and steps back with her phone. The baby is wearing a dinosaur onesie, feet tucked away but soft, hair tufty and sparse. Lando stands contrapose, one hip helping support the baby as Lando has him under the arms and around the belly. His big hands covering almost all of the dinosaur pattern as he holds the baby securely.

“Look here, sweetie!” The fan tells her baby, trying to get a picture he will never remember of the time he met two Formula 1 drivers at the Monaco mall. The baby looks at the camera, opens his mouth and makes a joyful noise at his mother, little hands flapping. Carlos watches Lando smile, at the baby and then the camera. Carlos is still staring at Lando, holding the chubby and gleeful baby, when the flash goes off.

“Jeez, Carlos,” Lando murmurs against his lips when Carlos presses him into the wall by the front door. “What got—got you going?”

Carlos just makes a long noise against Lando’s lips and grips his hips as he tilts his head more to lick into Lando’s mouth. Carlos toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he refuses to stop kissing Lando. He realizes what Carlos is doing with his feet and is smiling into the kiss.

“Stop laughing,” Carlos tells him when they break apart. Carlos is already grabbing Lando’s arm to drag him towards the bedroom. When Carlos glances back, Lando is giving him a toothy little smile.

“What was it?” He asks as Carlos pushes through the bedroom door and pulls Lando down onto the bed with him. He comes easily, folding his legs under his hips as he settles over Carlos’s lap. Lando gets the same toothy grin on his face again when he realizes how hard Carlos is in his jeans. He bites his lip and looks at Carlos with a thoughtful expression.

“Was it the sweater I tried on in Acme?” Carlos shakes his head as he gets his fingers under the hem of Lando’s hoodie and peels it off of him, Lando’s curls springing free from the neckline as Carlos tosses it away. Lando’s nipples are pebbling at the cold room and Carlos leans forwards to get his mouth on one. Above him, Lando gasps and buries one hand into Carlos’s hair, holding his face to his chest.

Lando’s voice is tight when he speaks again. “Was it when I pointed out that fucking leather shop?” Carlos makes a negative noise but doesn’t remove his mouth from Lando’s skin. He gently takes the nipple in his teeth and is rewarded by the way Lando’s entire body jumps. “Wasn’t the fucking kink joke?”

Carlos noses his way up to Lando’s neck. When Lando used his hand in Carlos’s hair to pull his face back, Carlos goes easily. They stare at one another a moment, and that’s when Carlos realizes Lando is rocking his hips down into Carlos’s hard cock in gentle, rhythmic little pushes.

Lando knits his brow. “What was it, Carlos?”

He feels like a panting mess, knows he’s looking at Lando with a dark eyes and pink lips and messy hair. He might as well admit it, isn’t keeping it to himself for any real reason.

Carlos swallows hard, throat bobbing. Lando’s eyes snap to it and then back to Carlos’s face.

Carlos moves his hands from Lando’s thighs to his ass, pushing his hips to press harder into Carlos’s.

“The baby,” Carlos says, almost breathlessly. “You holding the baby.”

Lando’s brow knits before smoothing out and cheeky grin pulling his cheeks. “Carlos?”

Carlos makes a noncommittal sound as Lando begins to tease, the evidence of it clear in the tone of his voice.

Lando pushes Carlos down onto the mattress, back flat as his legs still hang off the foot. Lando crawls over Carlos, lines their pelvis’s up and grinds down hard. Lando is clearly hard too, hisses when their bulges press together. “Carlos, do you—ah” Lando cuts himself off as Carlos tightly grips his ass. “Do you want to put a baby in me?”

Carlos groans, and slides a hand up to Lando’s head to bring him down for another bruising kiss. It’s answer enough.