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not actually unrequited but eddie is angry at steve because of a misunderstanding and when steve tries to greet him with a kiss Eddie shrugs him off and says "what did you think this was Harrington?"
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Max/Lando + club
inspired by this
Max Verstappen is a handsy drunk. Always has been, probably always will be. It’s a fact that Lando had learnt about him pretty early on and something that would probably never change. It was cute, most of the time. Right now, it was challenging every fiber of Lando’s sanity.
When Max asked him if he would like to DJ at his championship celebration party, Lando immediately said yes. Up until now, the party has gone well. Good food, good drinks. Lando tries to mostly stay away from the later when he mixed because if alcohol fogs his brain too much, it gets too hard to focus properly on the music.
Max, on the other hand, doesn’t have those reservations tonight. And good for him, considering this is his night.
It just means that now Lando has a very loose Max massaging his shoulders, dancing with him, which: great. It gets complicated when Lando makes the mistake of turning his head to try to talk to Max but the room is loud and Max gets impossibly closer to him in consequence, his clothed dick slotting itself against Lando’s ass.
When Max resumes dancing, he’s full-on grinding against Lando. His hands then go down Lando’s shoulders, rubbing along Lando’s sides.
“God, Max,” Lando sighs. “You’re making my life very complicated right now.”
Max must hear him this time because he snickers and murmurs an “oh yeah?” right against Lando’s ear.
Lando tenses when he feels Max’s fingers moving down the bulge at the front of his pants. Max is nosing at the base of his neck now. Lando might go insane in about a handful of seconds. “Max,” he repeats.
“Someone’s having a good time,” Max says. He’s starting to massage Lando’s dick over the fabric of his jeans and Lando almost misses his transition. “I’m having an amazing time too. I’m celebrating my second world championship and I’ve got my hot boyfriend DJing for me. I’m so lucky.” Lando shivers when he feels a kiss being pressed against his nape. The DJ booth is locked but people on the floor of the club can definitely see them from the waist up. “I think I need to thank you for that.”
Before Lando has the chance to say anything, Max is sinking to his knees and wresting Lando’s legs open to make room for himself in between his knees. In the following seconds, his zipper is being pulled down and his cock freed from his boxers, Max’s lips already wrapping themselves around the tip when Lando’s left hand fly to his hair.
DJing with only one hand is not an easy task. Doing it with a straight face while your boyfriend is blowing you isn’t either. Lando is a fast learner, though. He loves to practice.
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