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mythicalmaven · 1 month ago

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Helping Hand - LN4 x OP81

Masterlist ↳pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri ↳word count: 3,7K ↳summary: Oscar couldn't seem to get himself off for some reason, so even though they're just friends, Lando offered to help him out by giving him a blow job ↳warnings: sexually frustrated oscar, handjob, blowjob, sexuality crisis, basically lando offering to give oscar a blowjob to fix his frustration, bisexual!lando, oscar realizing he might be bisexual

The walls between their driver rooms were thin. Lando had known that ever since McLaren had put them next to each other, but tonight it was more apparent than ever. From his own room, he could hear muffled sounds coming from Oscar’s, something that sounded like a mix of frustration and… something else. Lando frowned, setting his phone down and tilting his head toward the sound. It wasn’t anger—it wasn’t the usual post-race debrief stress. It was something more primal, something that made Lando’s curiosity stir.

He stood, wandering to the adjoining door and listening again. Yeah, definitely frustration. Quiet curses, the sound of something hitting the floor, a sharp inhale. Lando’s brows furrowed as he knocked lightly on the door.

“Osc, you in there?”

There was a long pause, the sounds abruptly stopping. “What?”

Lando hesitated. “Everything alright in there, mate?”

A beat. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Lando could hear the tension in Oscar’s voice. He wasn’t fine. Something was bugging him. With a deep breath, Lando knocked again. “You're definitely not okay, I’m coming in.”

He turned the handle and stepped inside. Oscar was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face flushed and hands fidgeting in his lap. He barely glanced up as Lando entered, clearly embarrassed by something.

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Oscar muttered, but Lando wasn’t buying it. The room smelled faintly of sweat, the air heavy with a tension that wasn’t just post-race exhaustion.

Lando leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’ve been pacing and… I dunno, frustrated about something?”

Oscar shifted, his cheeks flushing even more, and Lando couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked to the floor, avoiding eye contact. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Mate, come on. You can tell me. What’s going on?”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s stupid, alright? I don’t want to talk about it.”

Lando pushed off the doorframe, closing the door behind him, stepping closer towards the younger driver “Well, if it’s got you this worked up, it can’t be that stupid.” He tilted his head, watching Oscar carefully. The way his leg bounced nervously, the way his hands twitched—it wasn’t just annoyance. There was something deeper, something that had been eating at him for a while. “Oscar… what is it?”

There was a long pause, and Lando could see Oscar debating whether to tell him. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Oscar rubbed his face with his hands. “Fine. There’s something going on. But I’m telling you, it’s honestly really dumb.”

Lando sat down next to him, leaning in slightly. “Try me.”

Oscar hesitated again, his face bright red. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to find the right words. “I… I’ve just been really, uh, frustrated lately. Like… sexually frustrated.”

Lando blinked, surprised at the admission. He hadn’t expected that. “Oh.”

Oscar shifted awkwardly on the bed, his face growing even redder. “I don’t know what it is, but for the last few weeks, I just… I can’t get myself off. I get hard, I get horny, but I just… I can’t finish the job. No matter what I try.”

Lando’s eyes widened slightly, glancing down for a brief moment before realizing what Oscar meant. So that’s what this was about. His eyes flickered down to Oscar’s lap, noticing the faint outline of a bulge in his fireproofs. Oscar was obviously trying to hide it, but now that Lando knew what was going on, he could see the tension in Oscar’s body, the frustration in his clenched fists.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so let me get this straight. You're so agitated right now, because you can't make yourself cum?"

Oscar’s silence was enough of an answer, and Lando’s gaze lingered on the noticeable bulge in Oscar’s lap. It was clear he’d been trying to take care of it on his own, but nothing was working.

Oscar flushed even deeper, his head dropping. “Yeah… it’s been like this for weeks now. I always used to just get off after races, you know? The adrenaline and everything. But lately… nothing. I get so fucking hard it hurts, but I can’t get there. It’s driving me mad.”

Lando felt a pang of sympathy mixed with something else, something he couldn’t quite name yet. He nodded slowly, thinking. “And there’s no one else to, y’know, help out since you and Lily broke up?”

Oscar sighed, shaking his head. “No. And I’m fine with that, really. I don’t miss her or anything, but… I can’t even get myself off. It’s honestly getting annoying.”

There was a beat of silence, the tension between them palpable. Lando glanced at Oscar’s lap again, noticing the way his erection strained against his fireproofs, the outline more obvious now that Oscar had admitted to it. Lando swallowed, an idea forming in the back of his mind. It was risky, but…

“Well,” Lando began slowly, his tone careful, “sometimes your own hand isn’t enough, you know? Maybe you just need a different kind of help.”

Oscar looked up, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

Lando hesitated, then leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping. “I mean… I could help you out. If you want. I could… take care of it for you.”

Oscar blinked, his eyes widening as Lando’s words sank in. “What? Lando, I don’t… I don’t swing your way. You know that, right?”

Lando smiled slightly, keeping his tone casual. “You don’t have to be into guys to enjoy a blowjob, Oscar. Just close your eyes and pretend it's a girl.” He shrugged, leaning back slightly. “It could help you get rid of the tension, and if you don’t like it, we’ll pretend it never happened.”

Oscar looked torn, his gaze flickering to Lando’s face and then down to his lap again. His dick twitched at the thought, and Lando could see the hesitation in his eyes—the arousal stirring even though Oscar wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I don’t know, man… wouldn’t it be weird?” Oscar asked, his voice quiet, uncertain, yet the mere idea of finally finding release made his dick twitch.

Lando kept his tone light, shrugging again. “I don’t mind. I like giving head, and it might help you. It’s a win-win, really. Plus, if it doesn’t work, no big deal.”

Oscar swallowed hard, clearly battling with himself. The tension in his body was obvious, the way his erection pressed against his fireproofs, the way his breath hitched slightly. He was turned on by the idea, even if he didn’t fully realize it yet.

After a long moment, Oscar let out a shaky breath, rubbing his face with his hands. “Fuck… alright. I’m so desperate, I’ll try anything at this point.”

Lando’s heart skipped a beat at the agreement, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He shifted on the bed, moving closer to Oscar as the tension between them grew thicker, more charged.

Lando could feel the shift in the air between them, a heavy tension settling as Oscar’s shaky agreement hung in the room. He could tell Oscar was still hesitant, but beneath that hesitation was something more—a need for relief, for release, that Oscar hadn’t been able to find on his own. Lando leaned closer, his voice soft, careful not to spook him.

“Alright,” Lando said, keeping his tone light. “Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar nodded, though the tension in his body was still clear. His eyes darted nervously to the door, then back to Lando, his fingers flexing on the bedspread. He was anxious, unsure, but the bulge in his fireproofs told Lando everything he needed to know—Oscar’s body was already reacting to the idea, even if his mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Lando moved closer, his hand brushing lightly against Oscar’s knee, testing the waters. “If it gets too weird, just tell me to stop, alright?”

Oscar swallowed hard, nodding again. His voice was barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

Lando could feel the heat radiating off Oscar’s body, the flush of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Slowly, carefully, Lando’s hand moved from Oscar’s knee, sliding up his thigh, his fingers brushing over the fabric of the fireproofs, feeling the tension in Oscar’s muscles.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his eyes flicking to Lando’s hand as it moved higher, closer to the straining bulge in his lap. He was visibly tense, his body stiff as Lando’s fingers grazed over the outline of his erection, light and teasing.

“You’re already so worked up,” Lando murmured, his voice low, a soft smile tugging at his lips as Oscar flushed even deeper. He could feel the way Oscar’s body responded to his touch, the way his hips twitched involuntarily.

“Yeah…” Oscar muttered, his voice strained. “It’s been like this for hours. Just… can’t do anything about it.”

Lando’s hand pressed a little more firmly, cupping Oscar through the fabric. He felt the hardness beneath his palm, the way Oscar’s cock twitched at the contact, and a quiet groan escaped Oscar’s lips, barely audible.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Lando said softly, leaning in just a little more. “Just let me help you.”

Oscar’s breath came in shallow pants, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as Lando slowly pulled down the waistband of his fireproofs. Oscar shifted, lifting his hips slightly to help, though his face was still flushed with uncertainty. Lando could see it in his eyes—the battle between embarrassment and the desperate need for release.

Lando tugged the fireproofs down just enough to free Oscar’s cock, and his breath hitched at the sight. Oscar was rock hard, his erection curving up against his stomach, the skin flushed and sensitive. Lando’s hand hovered for a moment, watching Oscar’s reaction, gauging how far to take this.

Oscar’s eyes were shut tightly, his breathing uneven, and Lando could see the tension in his jaw, the way he was trying to stay calm despite the obvious arousal flooding his system.

“You alright?” Lando asked, his hand lightly brushing over Oscar’s thigh again.

Oscar nodded, his voice shaky. “Yeah… just… feels weird.”

Lando smiled softly. “Weird, but good?”

Oscar’s lips twitched, and after a beat, he nodded again. “Yeah. Good.”

Lando’s hand wrapped around Oscar’s cock, his fingers stroking lightly at first, just enough to make Oscar gasp softly. His hips jerked slightly at the contact, and Lando took that as a sign to continue, his strokes becoming a little firmer, a little more purposeful.

Oscar let out a low groan, his head falling back against the wall as Lando’s hand moved over him, the tension in his body slowly melting into something else—something closer to pleasure.

“Fuck…” Oscar muttered under his breath, his hands still gripping the bed, his hips twitching involuntarily with each stroke. “That… feels good.”

Lando smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of Oscar’s cock, teasing the sensitive tip. “Told you. Sometimes you just need someone else to help out.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in Lando’s hand. “Yeah, well… this is definitely… different.”

Lando’s strokes slowed for a moment as he glanced up at Oscar’s flushed face. “Different how?”

Oscar let out a shaky breath, his hips jerking slightly. “Just… feels better. Better than when… I’ve done it before.”

Lando’s eyes darkened slightly at that, a thrill running through him as he realized Oscar was enjoying this—more than he probably wanted to admit. “Good to know.”

He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin of Oscar’s cock. Oscar’s entire body tensed at the sensation, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what Lando was about to do.

“Lando…” Oscar muttered, his voice tight, uncertain. “Are you sure…?”

Lando glanced up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of reassurance and something more—something teasing. “Just relax, alright? Let me take care of you.”

Oscar’s breath hitched again, but he nodded, his body already betraying him as his cock twitched again, responding to the idea of what Lando was about to do.

Lando didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against the tip of Oscar’s cock, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. Oscar let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice trembling. “Lando…”

Lando smirked, his lips wrapping around the head of Oscar’s cock, sucking gently. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a choked moan escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his composure.

Lando’s tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and Oscar let out another soft moan, his hips bucking slightly. Lando took him deeper, his mouth sliding down the length of Oscar’s cock, his hand still stroking the base as he bobbed his head slowly, building up a rhythm.

Oscar’s hands flew to Lando’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft curls as his body reacted to the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, Lando… that’s… fuck…”

Lando hummed around Oscar’s cock, sending vibrations through him that made Oscar’s breath hitch even more. His hips bucked again, the tension in his body increasing as Lando’s mouth worked him expertly.

Oscar was trying so hard to stay quiet, to stifle his moans, but it was becoming impossible. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong, and he couldn’t control the noises spilling from his lips. Each moan, each gasping breath, was louder than the last, and Lando could feel the way Oscar’s body trembled with each movement.

Lando’s hand tightened around the base of Oscar’s cock, his mouth working faster now, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with each upward stroke. Oscar’s grip on Lando’s hair tightened, his body writhing as he tried to hold back, tried to stay composed, but it was no use.

“Fuck… just like that… don’t stop,” Oscar moaned, his voice breaking slightly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how different this was from anything he’d ever experienced before. There was something about the way Lando’s mouth felt around him, the way his tongue moved, the way his hands knew exactly how to touch him—it was better than any blowjob he’d ever had, and that realization sent a jolt of confusion through him.

Why does this feel so good? Oscar thought, his mind spinning even as his body responded to every sensation. He had told himself to close his eyes, to pretend it was a girl, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. Every time he tried to imagine it was someone else, his mind brought him right back to Lando, to the way Lando’s lips looked wrapped around his cock, to the way Lando’s hand gripped him with such precision.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his hips bucking as he realized something—he didn’t want it to be a girl. He wanted it to be Lando.

The thought hit him like a truck, and before he could stop himself, Oscar moaned, loud and broken. “Lando… fuck… Lando…”

Oscar’s moan, the way his voice trembled as he said Lando’s name, sent a jolt of electricity through Lando. It wasn’t just the sound, though that was enough to spur him on—it was the realization that Oscar wasn’t pretending anymore. Lando could feel the shift, the way Oscar’s hips moved more freely now, his grip tightening in Lando’s hair, no longer holding back.

Lando’s mouth moved with more purpose, taking Oscar deeper, his lips sliding down the length of him as his hand pumped the base. Oscar’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a choked moan as he struggled to keep his composure, but Lando could tell it was a losing battle.

“Fuck… Lando, I’m—” Oscar’s voice cracked, his hips jerking up as Lando’s mouth worked him relentlessly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head with every stroke. He was close, teetering on the edge of release, and Lando could feel it in the way Oscar’s body tensed, the way his thighs trembled under his touch.

Oscar’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pleasure, the two battling for dominance as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. How is this so fucking good? He had never felt anything like this before—not with Lily, not with anyone. The way Lando’s mouth moved, the way his tongue teased him just right—it was too much, too good, and Oscar couldn’t deny it anymore.

Lando felt Oscar’s cock twitch in his mouth, the telltale sign that he was close. He pulled back slightly, his lips wrapping around just the tip as he sucked, his hand stroking the length in a steady rhythm. Oscar’s moans grew louder, his grip in Lando’s hair tightening painfully, but Lando didn’t mind. The way Oscar’s body responded, the way he was losing control—it only made Lando want to push him further.

“Lando… fuck… this feels so good..” Oscar gasped, his voice broken, desperate. His hips bucked up into Lando’s mouth, his body writhing on the bed as he fought against the inevitable. He could feel the release building inside him, the pleasure mounting with every stroke of Lando’s hand, every flick of his tongue.

Oscar’s mind raced, his thoughts spinning out of control. This is Lando… His best friend. His teammate. But none of that seemed to matter right now. All he could think about was how good it felt, how badly he needed this, and how much he wanted Lando to keep going.

“Fuck, I’m so close…” Oscar’s voice was strained, his words coming out in gasps as the tension in his body reached its peak. He could barely think straight, the pleasure overwhelming him as Lando’s mouth moved faster, his hand stroking harder "Please.. don't stop"

The sound of Oscar begging, the way his voice trembled with need, sent a rush of heat through Lando. He leaned in again, taking Oscar deep into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand moved faster. Oscar’s response was immediate—his entire body tensed, a loud, broken moan escaping his lips as the pleasure finally overtook him.

“Fuck.. Lan.. I-I'm..” Oscar’s voice was raw, his words cut as he threw his head back against the wall as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Lando’s mouth as thick ropes of cum spilled out, coating Lando’s tongue. His hips jerked uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tensing as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Lando didn’t stop, his mouth and hand working together to milk every last drop from Oscar, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head as Oscar moaned and whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

Oscar’s mind was blank, his thoughts wiped away by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his body. All he could do was feel—feel Lando’s mouth on him, feel the way his body shook with each pulse of his orgasm, feel the way his heart pounded in his chest.

When it was finally over, when the last shuddering wave of pleasure had passed, Oscar collapsed back against the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His grip on Lando’s hair loosened, his hands falling limply to his sides as he lay there, completely spent.

Lando pulled back, swallowing the last remnants of Oscar’s release before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Oscar, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched his friend try to recover from the intensity of what had just happened.

“Fuck…” Oscar breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. He blinked up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. “I think I liked that more than I’d like to admit.”

Lando chuckled softly, leaning back on his heels as he wiped his hands on his jeans. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

Oscar turned his head, meeting Lando’s gaze for the first time since he had finished. There was something different in his eyes now—a mixture of confusion and realization, as if something had finally clicked into place.

“I think I might be into guys…” Oscar said quietly, his voice uncertain but honest.

Lando grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That was about time. Glad you finally figured that out.”

Oscar let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, couldn’t believe how much he had enjoyed it. But there was no denying it now—this wasn’t just about needing release. This was about Lando.

“I wasn’t expecting this to ever happen.” Oscar admitted, his voice still a little shaky.

Lando leaned forward, resting his hand on Oscar’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “Neither was I. But… I’m not complaining.”

Oscar glanced down at Lando’s hand, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the touch. The tension that had once been so overwhelming, so frustrating, was gone now, replaced by something softer, something more… intimate.

“I guess I’m gonna have to rethink some things,” Oscar muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Lando laughed, giving Oscar’s thigh another squeeze before standing up. “Hey, take your time. No rush.”

Oscar nodded, still staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and clarity. He wasn’t sure what this meant for him, for them, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of relief. Not just physical, but emotional too.

“Thanks,” Oscar said softly, glancing up at Lando with a genuine smile. “I didn’t think I’d actually enjoy that… but I really did.”

Lando smirked, leaning down to ruffle Oscar’s hair playfully. “Told you. I’m good at what I do.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. “Yeah, well… don’t let it go to your head.”

Lando winked, turning to head toward the door. “Too late for that, mate.”

As Lando reached the door, Oscar called out after him, his voice a little more serious now. “Hey, Lando?”

Lando turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Oscar hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. Really.”

Lando’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Anytime, Oscar. Anytime.”

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