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landhoe-norris · 8 months ago

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Lando was starting to get a headache thanks to the party lights. They were blinking rapidly, switching between pink and blue and yellow, and Lando remembered why he normally didn’t like going to clubs.

But tonight was not for pleasure. Tonight he was on a mission, a mission he had spent the past 9 weeks on. You see, Lando was an agent. You might not know it by looking at his 175 cm, lean body, crowned with an excess of curly, brown hair. A model for Urban Outfitters or a barista at Starbucks? Probably. An agent in an international organization aimed at eradicating drug and tracfficking rings in Europe and South-America? Probably not.

But here he was. In a nightclub with Marco, his ‘new boss’, waiting for a drop that would happen around midnight. Things were getting a bit rowdy and Marco was getting drunker by the minute, not a good sign. He was also plying Lando with drinks, but thankfully there were undercover agents everywhere, they even had their own man behind the bar, George, ready to fill Lando’s glass with something non-alcoholic every time either he or Marco got another round.

Lando felt grateful having his colleagues around. Well, almost everyone. No one bugged him as much as the voice he was hearing in his ear right this moment. Carlos Sainz.

“Cabrón, the two people by the bar, east corner, have been watching you for some time. Make sure you take notice”

Lando knew he couldn’t reply without tipping Marco off, so he just rolled his eyes in an ‘I know, stop bothering me’ manner even though he hadn’t noticed the two men. But he wouldn’t be admitting that to anyone.

He had only been there for a few months but was already getting great results, which in theory was good (ok not only in theory, it was amazing for the team) but Lando, who had been there for years, felt like he was falling back. He wasn’t the favorite anymore and as much as it made him sound like a petulant child, he wanted to be favored.

Lando shook his head, trying to get his thoughts back on the task at hand. It was his first lead undercover mission and he was not going to screw it up by thinking about that spanish git.

He was about to reap the rewards of these past weeks after infiltrating a drug smuggling ring, making them trust him, and tonight was the big drop. Lando had been tasked with scheduling the drop, a supposed last test before his initiation in the ring.

“James, it’s time”

“James!”

Shit that’s me.

Lando looked at the man gripping his arm, Marco’s eyes were bloodshot and the grip on Lando’s arm became tighter with every second.

Lando managed to wrangle out of his grip and told Marco to follow him. They walked two blocks to a hotel, where Lando had reserved a room for the night. He walked towards some sofas in the foyer, telling Marco to relax while he sorted out the key issues. There was only one staff member at the check in desk, someone Lando knew very well. Charles Leclerc, another one in Lando’s team.

“Good evening sir” the dark haired man greeted him in his Monegasque accent.

“Evening, I have a reservation under the name James Hunt”

"Ah yes, one moment," Charles said as he turned to face the computer.

Lando looked back at the couches to make sure Marco wasn’t watching him, before taking his earpiece out and discreetly dropping it in an empty, opaque glass on the counter. Charles kept on looking through the computer, an action that was unnecessary if not for keeping up appearances.

“Ah yes, here you are. Room 405, the elevators are right over there and I hope you enjoy your stay”

Lando nodded his head and thanked him, walking back towards Marco to let him know.

As they ascended the hotel, Lando thought about all of the things that could go wrong. Negativity had always been one of his worst traits, or so he had been told. He called it realism but did admit that his raw view on the world sometimes affected his mental health. He didn't have a lot of time to spend on what ifs, as the elevator door opened and soon enough they were walking the corridor on the 4th floor. Lando glanced briefly at room 404, thankful that it was filled with his team that would be listening on to whatever happened in room 405, having bugged it earlier.

He used the key card to open the door, quickly taking off his jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair. Marco did the same, but not before taking a knife out the pocket of his jacket. Lando stepped back and let out a small gasp, audible enough for Marco to hear.

"It's protection, I like it more than guns. It can .. how do you say .. wreak more havoc and be more painful. I like that"

Lando didn't like it one bit, but just nodded and gave a grin, hoping it would seem like he concurred. What he didn't expect though, were the next words that came out of Marco's mouth.

“Take off your shirt”

Lando swallowed hard, not knowing how to react.

“I need to make sure you’re not wired, take off your shirt”

“You still don’t trust me?”

“Trust is not an option in this line of business. Do it”

This is fine. You knew this was a possibility which is why the room is wired, not you. Lando started unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it onto the chair next to him.

“Turn around, 360. Slowly”

Lando did as he was told, missing having the Spanish cadence in his ear that could’ve talked him down from the panic attack he knew he was stepping into.

“Good, good” They stood opposite each other, and Lando breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now take off your shoes and pants”

Lando could feel his hands shaking, and prayed it wasn’t showing.

“Cretino! No wire on torso does not me no wire at all! I am not stupido, take off your pants!” Marco yelled.

Lando unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down so they pooled at his feet.

“All the way off” was his only reaction, which made Lando kick them, and the shoes, to the side.

“360 again”

Lando repeated the actions he had done only minutes earlier, eyes wide and beads of sweat going down from his hairline, over his face and dropping down to his shoulder blades.

All of a sudden Marco barged towards him, so Lando could only go backwards and suddenly he felt the cold of the wall on his back.

His breathing was ragged and he could feel the mixture of alcohol and cigarettes emanating from Marco "Where are the others, Marco? I told them to meet us here"

"Oh they’ll come. But not yet, I wanted some time alone .. with you”

“With me? What .. why?” All Lando could think about was his team, why weren't they there yet?

“I have been very intrigued by you these last weeks James … ”

Marco grabbed Lando’s dick through his boxers, and he felt like he would throw up any minute, as Marco moved his lips inches from his face. He raised his other hand to his neck, a knife in hand. Marco pressed the knife to Lando’s neck, and he could feel the blade breaking skin.

“... or should I say agent Lando Norris?”

Many things happened at once. Lando didn’t even have time to react before the door was being kicked down and half a dozen agents made their presence known. Marco was yanked away from Lando, who crumbled to the ground, a devastating sob leaving his lips.

He didn’t notice anything that was going on around him, and before he knew, a silence had enveloped the surrounding space. Someone gripped his arm, willing him to stand up and Lando followed the lead. He was brought over to the bed and gently pushed down on it, so he was sitting on the edge. As he looked up, his cyan shaded eyes met Carlos’ dark brown ones. He let out another sob, and thought about how pathetic he must look. Stripped down to his boxers, crying in front of the man he was always trying to beat, trying to become.

Carlos rested his hand on Lando’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. He hated seeing the younger man like this. Although they had not yet had the chance to get to know each other intimately, mostly because of the Brit’s prickly demeanour, he admired him a lot. He was so young yet so accomplished.

Carlos pulled him upwards, making him stand up, and led him to the bathroom, rummaging around to find a first aid kit. As he opened the last drawer he found it. He also found feminine products, razors and condoms and lube.

“Wow, this hotel really thinks about everything” he said, letting out a chuckle at the array of options before him.

Lando looked into the drawer, eyes widening and a heat forming in his cheeks as he saw the contents.

Carlos took a sideway glance at the younger man, lips curling at his obvious embarrassment. He grabbed the first aid kit, propping it next to the sink. “Hop on so I can get a better look”

“What?” Lando was still lost in his embarrassment and hadn’t been listening. The only thing going through his mind at the moment was how close to him Carlos was.

“Hop on the counter so I can take a better look at your neck, we need to take care of it, no?”

Lando did as he was told and Carlos situated himself between Lando’s legs. There was still a bit of blood oozing out of the open wound so Carlos put a gauze against it, waiting for the blood to stop. Next he took a damp washcloth, put some soap in it and pressed it against the lesion. It was superficial and wouldn’t need any stitches but Carlos wanted to make sure no dirt or bad bacteria would settle in it. Lastly he bandaged it up, making sure the adhesive was stuck on properly.

Lando could feel the heat emanating from the older man, his scent surrounding everything, and Lando tried his best to battle his senses. The feel of Carlos’ fingers on his neck and his warm breath so close to his lips elicited an immediate reaction from Lando, and he felt himself get hard. He tried steadying himself, thinking about things that disgusted him. Eating fish was on the top of that list and he closed his eyes, imagining having a whole one in front of him, dead eyes looking at him and then touching the slimy scales. It was working, until he opened his eyes again and saw the dark brown ones staring straight into his, alluring and tender at the same time.

"Carlos, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick towards you but … thanks for taking care of me, and thinking about me right now"

“I think about you all the time cabrón”

And then it happened. Their lips crashed together in urgency, their breathing turning rapid and both fully aware of how their hearts raced faster. Carlos was the first one to break the kiss, guilt rising up in him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Not after the night you’ve had” Carlos tried to regain control of his breath, but releasing the younger man felt like an ache, and all he wanted was to grab him again, feeling the wild curls between his fingers and the softness of his plump lips on his.

Lando placed a hand on his Carlos’ cheek, his thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth, and pressed a featherlight kiss on his lips. “I want this, I want you Carlos”

And that was all the encouragement Carlos needed to kiss him again.

Lando moved his hand down to Carlos’ bulge, cupping it through his pants, eliciting a groan from the Spaniard who in turn bit the younger man’s bottom lip.

Lando worked the buttons and pushed the pants down as much as he could, with Carlos doing the rest. They didn’t break their kiss once, which resulted in some bumping of noses and clashing of teeth but neither of them wanted to let each other go. Carlos wrapped Lando’s legs around his middle and hoisted him up, carrying him out of the bathroom. They crashed onto the bed, Carlos on top of Lando which made the Brit lose his breath for just a moment, regaining himself seconds later and letting out a giggle. Carlos’ weight felt really good on top if him. Like a safety blanket.

Carlos trailed kisses down Lando’s torso, stopping to lightly graze his nipples with his teeth, delighting in the whimper that followed. When his face was at Lando’s groin he kissed the outline of his cock through his boxers, searching his face for any sort of sign that he was unwanted there.

“Is this ok?” he said, as his fingers touched the hem of the smaller man’s boxers.

Lando croaked out a yes and buckled his hips upwards, urging Carlos to remove the barrier between them. And Carlos was nothing if not compliant. He took Lando’s cock in his hand, stroking it lightly while licking from the balls to the tip. He flicked his tongue over the slit, tasting the precum and getting hard by only the sounds of the gasps coming from the younger man’s mouth. He took his whole length in his mouth, letting the cock rub against the roof of his mouth and using his tongue to put pressure on Lando's cock. He licked underneath the head which resulted in Lando gripping his dark mane, a bit too tight, begging for more contact.

He let his cock go and put all his attention on the inward of his thighs, licking, kissing and biting all over them. Soon enough he could feel Lando trying to pull him upwards, which he allowed, and their mouth met in a fervent, open mouthed kiss, like it had been years since their last one. All of a sudden Lando rolled both of them around, so he was now on top. The gleam in his eyes and the smile on his swollen lips let Carlos know exactly what was coming, and his breath hitched at the thought.

Lando was impatient, he knew what he wanted and he went straight for it. He rubbed his erect middle against Carlos’ boxers, delighting in the groans the older man let out, knowing it was all for him, all because of him.

As soon as Lando took his cock in his mouth, Carlos could feel how close he was to climax. That had never happened to him before, but it seemed like the pure contact of Lando’s skin, the heat they were producing together, was enough to push him over the edge. Carlos thrust his hips and arched his spine instinctively, but was careful not to overwhelm the man at at his lap. He was so close to losing control but yet he wanted more. He needed more.

“Look at me, Lando, please” Carlos begged, scratching at the back of his neck and then tugging on his hair so their eyes would meet. “I can’t hold back anymore. Please let me fuck you” he said whimpering.

Lando didn’t need to hear more. He basically ran to the bathroom, remembering the lube and condoms in the bottom drawer. When he returned, Carlos was lying on his side, his arm in a crook, head propped on his hand, eyes inviting Lando to rejoin him.

Lando suddenly felt nervous, standing naked and exposed in the middle of the room. The man on the bed resembling some sort of a god, with his tanned skin, hairy chest and muscular body. Lando bit his lower lip, folding his arms over his body, looking at the ground.

He could see Carlos move out of the corner of his eye and soon his body was draped by the older man’s, their arms locking around each other, like joint pieces of a puzzle.

Lando felt like, as long as Carlos would hold him like this, everything in the world would be just fine. “Do you want to finger me or do you wanna watch me do it?”

Carlos forgot how to breathe for a moment, his eyes turning dark with lust as he took in the man before him. He looked so angelic, even when he was getting fucked, his face flushed red, curls sticking out in all directions and voluptuous lips swollen and puffy. The image of his dreams.

“I wanna do it”

Lando lay down on his stomach. Carlos put lube on his fingers and gently slid one in, hearing Lando’s breath snag a bit. He noted how Lando took deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth, squeezing his finger with his butt, holding it for a few seconds and then relaxing. Carlos took that as a sign to keep going and so he slid the finger in and out, trying multiple directions and even hooking it to make the sensation greater. Soon enough Lando was begging for more and more, until Carlos had three fingers inside Lando’s tight hole, twisting and turning, brushing up against his prostate, making Lando squirm and grind against the pressure, moaning and gasping, rocking back and forth trying to fuck himself on them.

Carlos grinned as he kissed the base of Lando’s spine, knowing he was ready. Carlos withdrew his fingers, Lando whimpering at the loss of contact. Carlos rolled the condom on his hard cock, lubed up a bit more as Lando spread out on the bed, face down, his cock firm between his body and the bedding. Carlos laid on top of him, and aligned his erection with Lando’s entrance. As he pushed in he could feel how tight and hot Lando was around his shaft, and the sensation extracted a raspy sound from the Brit, which in turn invoked a fire in Carlos, making him bottom out with more furor than he had anticipated.

He waited a second, hands stroking all over Lando, imploring him to take his whole length. It didn’t take long and soon the younger man was urging him to move, which Carlos complied with. The thrusts started lazily as they tried to find their rhythm. Carlos dug his fingers into Lando's shoulders, trying to get more contact, jolts of electricity going through both of their bodies with every forward motion.

The thrusts soon turned desperate, as Carlos’ cock pounded the prostate. Lando rubbed his erection against the bed, the added friction helping the pressure build up all over his body. He could feel the familiar prickling sensation threatening to appear, pleasure verging on pain. “I’m coming” he panted, wanting both of them to experience it together.

At those words, Carlos’ could feel his groin area tensing up with unbearable pressure and all he could do was keep rocking and pushing, desire for relief overtaking everything else. His thrusts became more rapid, more desperate and Lando crying out, begging for more were the only thing he focused on.

And then they both felt it. The sweet promise of relief. Carlos could feel intense pleasure shooting through his cock, pulsating inside his lover. A ripple of spasms going through him and he could hear himself cursing in Spanish and needy moans escaping his lips.

On the opposite end Lando’s whole body tingled, it started behind his ears and engulfed his whole body. His wall muscles contracting around Carlos’ cock, his own twitching and the sweet feeling of release as his fluids hit his belly and bed. An immediate sense of relief washed over him and all he could do was give off a sweet little cry, every part of his body exhausted. He could tell by Carlos’ thundering moan that he had come as well, and it made the sensation even greater.

They collapsed together, both shuddering and gasping, with no end in sight. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, yet when Carlos slid out of Lando, the younger man took the loss personally, sobbing quietly. Carlos left a trail of kisses between his shoulder blades, and on his thighs and ankles before going to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, and to get a damp cloth. When he got back Lando had rolled onto his back, still breathing heavily. There was a big, wet stain right next to him and Carlos felt relief thinking they didn’t have to sleep in that bed tonight. He laid half on top of Lando, twisting their legs together and brushing their lips together.

He washed the cum off of Lando’s belly, throwing the cloth on the floor and snuggling up to the younger man, trying to dodge the wet stain on the bedding. They stayed like that for a while, tenderly caressing each other’s bodies, laying soft kisses on every part they could possibly reach without moving. They were worn out, but in a good way.

A sudden realisation hit Lando. The room is bugged. Oh shit.

“Do you think Fernando and the others heard everything? The room, we never removed the bugs” Lando groaned, covering his face with his hands trying to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. Carlos didn't know if to laugh or cry, the thought of having performed a free sex show for their colleagues a grim thought. But as he looked at the man beside him, all he could think about were his eyes, his birthmarks, his lips and his nose. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

"I don't know, and right now I don't care. But maybe we should give them an encore, no?"

And once again their lips met, both grinning ear from ear, knowing that a meeting on coworker fraternisation awaited them next Monday and yet, both not giving a damn.

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