#i very much liked the concept here but didnt really have a plot to drape it over which is why it didnt go anywhere :/ sad

[hertwood]

hello hello! i have questions about the wips pls!!

i need to know more about 'tis the damn season and norstappie

thank u v much

OK these are both fairly old, abandoned wips but i'm happy 2 talk abt them!!

tis the damn season is obviously song inspired but mostly just in vibes. i'm pretty sure i got the idea when max (fewtrell) & lando has this iconic stream right in the midst of mclaren's early season slump and how grumpy and tense lando was over the bad results. it was just so good for ME and my mental heath because i was worried abt him after those first few weekends that seeing him go home and just be so bright and cheerful and relaxed with max, it was a huge relief to me that he has all that to go home to.

ANYWAY then i had the thought what if its because max is fucking the stress out of him as good friends do and thats how this fic idea was born!

NSFW under the cut this is basically the entire wip cuz its so short~ i will make a second post for norstappie later so it can get its own post!!

Lando doesn’t even need to ask anymore. The expectation is unspoken now, when he flies back to the UK after races, invites himself into Max’s apartment. The need hangs in the air in every minute they’re together, building like the tension in Lando’s shoulders, waiting for when they can be alone, so the mask can drop and he can finally sink into the mattress. They don’t need to talk about it. Max just takes care of him. Lando bends over, face in the mattress, and Max stretches him out, nice and slow, and watches the tension release bit by bit. Lando tries to stay quiet—he doesn’t need to, no one would overhear—but it never lasts. Once the first whimper leaks out of his mouth, it’s hard to stop. By the time Max slides in, Lando’s nearly collapsed into the mattress, moans only partially muffled by the pillow he’s drooling into. When they're done, Lando's sprawled across the bed, soft and malleable, the tension dissipated, as though the stress held in his body melted off of him. Max isn't sure how they got into this routine in the first place. The first time it happened, it was reckless. Something sure to ruin the friendship they had; dumb, impulsive, necessary. Lando had come home from [insert bad 2022 race here], irritable and contentious, insufferable enough to push anyone away but Max.