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"Fuck," Oscar swears lowly, hands coming up to tangle in Lando's hair, to grab at his curls. "Lando."
Lando licks a long stripe over his collarbone, and Oscar's hands tighten as he pants out, "I, uh—don't want you to feel like you have to do this just 'cause you, like, feel sorry for me."
Lando leans back to gape at him. “Oscar, shut up."
“Look at me,” He says, gesturing vaguely at himself with a frustrated little laugh. “Do you actually think I’m doing this because I feel sorry for you?”
Oscar blinks up at him. Stupid, stupid Oscar Piastri. Does he need Lando to spell it out for him? To prove his point, he grinds down into Oscar's lap and watches greedily as his mouth falls open. “Shit—I really… I really fucking want this.”
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Or, sleeping with a teammate to figure out your sexuality is a great idea.
Until it isn't.
Lando Norris learns this the hard way.