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Clandestine

Lando Norris

A story in which two friends are caught doing something they probably shouldn't be.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: This was going to just be mild smut and suggestive themes like kissing but I got a bit carried away, it includes some description of nudity and like...almost sex but not quite, lol. Also LMAO I changed the title after I published this so sorry if that was confusing <3

You and Lando had been hanging out for what felt like forever. Since the day that you met him when you were both just 19, introduced by none other than Max Fewtrell at one of his notorious house parties, it seemed that you were destined to be best friends.

You guys couldn't get enough of one another, spending every free second you had like there wasn't enough time in each day; like you were desperate to keep learning about every tiny quirk he had until he was inevitably pulled away to some race or training session halfway across the world.

You couldn't remember exactly when your relationship had evolved; sometime during his fourth season in Formula 1, when his times away got longer and his visits home became less frequent. Perhaps it was the time apart that made your hearts grow fonder or just the feelings that had been suppressed during four years of friendship finally breaking free. But it had been him that made the first move, kissing you against a wall in some nightclub while you and Max visited him.

It wasn't awkward at all, in fact, it was just perfect. The way he approached you was just right, his arm slipping around your waist like he had done so many times before, and it giving you butterflies just as it always did; except this time his voice was deeper, his demeanour more confident, and every pair of eyes in the room was on the two of you.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours, again no different to the way he had done hundreds of times before, and led you out to the hallway of the club, and it was right there that he had finally kissed you. And god it was perfect, his lips as they brushed against yours, his tongue as it slipped into your mouth, his hands as one wrapped around your waist and the other fell to squeeze your ass, his cologne as it filled your nose, his hair as you pulled on it, his teeth as he bit your bottom lip.

He was perfect. And all he had to say was, "Want to go home?", and you followed him out of the club and into a taxi like a little lost puppy, ready to do any and everything he asked.

Ever since that night a few months ago, you and Lando had been acting as friends when you had an audience, but as much more when you were alone. You still spend hours in one another's company, hanging out with all of your other friends without them suspecting a thing, but the moment it was just the two of you, your relationship turned into so much more.

You began to think that it was weird how relaxed you were, surely you should feel sad that Lando only wants to show affection in private, with no one else around. But when you really thought about it, about how his last relationship had been, you were glad that you guys were hiding. This way, Lando was yours, and only yours; your relationship didn't belong to the peering eyes of strangers and only you got to see him in his most vulnerable moments, when he hugged you, when he kissed you, and when he made you feel good. That was yours and his, only.

"You okay?" Lando's hand squeezing your thigh made you snap your attention back to reality; it seemed that you had drifted off into thought, something you had been doing a lot recently.

In front of you was Max's phone, showing a photo of the three of you from 3 years ago today, during Lando's 20th birthday party. You guys had already been inseparable for a year at that point, the best of friends, and as you looked down at the screen your heartstrings tugged. So much and so little had changed, and you had no idea how to feel.

"Send that to me! We were so cute." You joked even though you felt sad looking at the photo, reminiscing on those years that really weren't long ago. In truth, you looked the same but the guys looked completely different, perhaps it was because you couldn't actually see yourself compared to the photo, or because the two of them had really done a lot of maturing since then.

"No, I look 12." Lando groaned pushing the phone away, and you realised his hand still rested on your thigh; something he often did when it was just the two of you, during drives or while you watched movies. But, right now you weren't alone and perhaps he needed reminding of that, so you brushed his fingers off your leg as subtly as you could, pulled your tight dress down and stood up from Max's garden sofa.

"Does anyone want a drink?" You asked the group huddled around the firepit, Max's outdoor furniture filled with the faces of your closest friends. A few yes' and no's came from the group as they looked up at you and you took a mental note of what everyone was drinking, then made your way across the garden.

As you entered the kitchen of the penthouse you and Max shared in London, thanks to Lando 'helping' with rent because he stayed there 2 weeks out of the year, you could see that the 23rd birthday party you were throwing him was going very well. Most people attending were your close friends but some people had managed to find the address because they 'knew so and so', but thankfully your security was turning most of them away.

As you squeezed past groups of people, you tried to make your way towards the bar you had rented, which was sitting in the hallway with six busy bartenders, but it was proving difficult due to the seemingly growing crowd. With a sigh, you gave up for the time being and took a seat at the kitchen island. You pulled your phone out and started to scroll when it buzzed and a text appeared at the top of your screen.

Lando: you okay? Y/n: yep, bar is rly busy rn, drinks might be a while Lando: you mean you cant get served at your own party Y/n: you know what, you can get your own drink Lando: kidding! Y/n: thought so Lando: you want some help? Y/n: actually could you go to the bar, im going upstairs to change my shoes Lando: you sure you don't want me to join you? Y/n: hushhh Lando: you know im subtle ;)

You clicked your phone shut and made your way upstairs to do exactly what you told Lando you were going to do. Your feet were killing you and the Versace platforms you were wearing were definitely the culprit, so you changed your shoes for some slippers, no longer caring about looking good as most people were drunk anyway. After sitting on your bed for a moment and relishing in the bliss that was your feet no longer burning, the door to your bedroom swung open and a smiley Lando appeared, a silly smirk on his face.

"Can I help you?" You asked with a smile creeping onto your face that you seemed unable to hold back in his presence.

"Maybe"

You knew exactly how he was thinking just by the tone of his voice, the lower pitch and the way his eyes seemed darker than usual. You had come to learn very quickly when Lando was in the mood, well you'd learned a lot of things about him and his body recently. His eyelids hung heavier over his eyes and the smirk on his lips only widened as he approached you.

"I thought you could use some company." He whispered as he wrapped his warm, inviting arms around you and pulled you close to his chest, peppering your cheek with tiny kisses that made your skin tingle.

"You read my mind." The tiny hairs on your neck stood up when Lando's hands dipped to your behind, squeezing it and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with your own and every movement he made had your stomach fluttering and mind spinning.

The sound of the distant DJ was just enough to cover the quiet sighs, gasps and smacks that were leaving the two of you. Luckily, the guests were pretty good at respecting the 'no upstairs' rule except for the few wandering ones looking for a toilet, so you were confident that you and Lando were alone for the time being, allowing yourself to get lost in his lips for a little while.

The more time passed and the more impatient he got, subtly increasing the pace and force at which he kissed you until he needed to prop you against your desk to make sure you stayed upright. Lando was such a good kisser, his lips seemed to make you drunk; it was like you felt him touching every inch of your body when in fact all he was doing was running his hands across your ass and lower back, sometimes your neck.

Your entire skin burned with pleasure and your mind began to wander, thinking of all the ways he could make you feel with his lips, and other parts. After a while, his fingers found the straps of your dress and pulled them down gently, which you gladly helped him with, freeing your chest for him to move his lips too.

He left tiny kisses, licks and nips that had you pretty much purring for more of his touch; you managed to unbutton his shirt and free his torso, with him helping you disregard the shirt behind him in the room. You ran your hands down his abs, a smile breaking out on your face in disbelief at how good his muscles felt under your fingertips and you leaned forward to kiss him deeply. Your bare chest connected with his and a deep groan left his mouth, making him run his huge hands down your bare legs and wrap them tightly around his waist, letting your weight be supported by your desk.

Just as he leant further into you, grinding his crotch into yours and using one of his hands to support both of you on the surface of the desk behind you, light filled the room and a loud gasp from the doorway made you move away from Lando.

"What the fuck!" A voice you instantly recognised echoed through the room.

Thankfully, Lando had better critical thinking skills than you and didn't pull away, he made sure to shield your naked chest from view by keeping you pressed against him. Instead of flashing your boobs to the stranger, he picked you up and turned towards them so he could see who they were, but you already knew and just shoved your face into Lando's chest in embarrassment.

"What are you guys doing!" Max almost squealed, clearly in disbelief.

"Uhh..." Lando began but was quickly cut off.

"Don't answer that!" Max scolded and Lando chuckled quietly against your shoulder, reminding you that your top half was still naked and prompting you to pull up your dress, but not before smacking Lando for his immaturity.

"Put me down." You whispered and managed to fix your dress completely before turning to face your other best friend, but he was already gone by the time your feet hit the floor, your bedroom door slamming and letting you know that the next conversation you had wasn't going to be easy.

"Fuck." Lando ran his hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, fuck..."