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Assistant: Title: burning (hotter, hotter)
        Author: littlebearnation littlebearnation 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Lando climbed out of the car, happy with his P2 finish. The race had been chaotic and hectic, and Lando’s temperature had spiked far higher than he’d expected or experienced. As he shook hands with Oscar and breathed in a dose of his scent, however, Lando quickly figured it out.He was going into an early heat. Way too early.or, Lando goes into an early heat at Imola.
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              Lando climbed out of the car, happy with his P2 finish. The race had been chaotic and hectic, and Lando’s temperature had spiked far higher than he’d expected or experienced. As he shook hands with Oscar and breathed in a dose of his scent, however, Lando quickly figured it out.He was going into an early heat. Way too early.or, Lando goes into an early heat at Imola.
            
        

        
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          Lando climbed out of the car, happy with his P2 finish. The race had been chaotic and hectic, and Lando’s temperature had spiked far higher than he’d expected or experienced. As he shook hands with Oscar and breathed in a dose of his scent, however, Lando quickly figured it out.He was going into an early heat. Way too f@ck@ng early.Spotting Jon, Lando all but sprinted over, hands shaking with barely suppressed fever. He could feel the flush on his face, the stirring in his gut, the slick threatening to spill and soak through his fireproofs.“Jon, help,” Lando hissed. Jon’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in Lando’s sweaty, flushed form. Lando had to get help and fast, otherwise he’d have to fight his way through the post-race interviews, the cooldown room and the podium, all whilst being practically suffocated by Oscar’s intoxicating scent.Because of course Lando had to end up falling for his teammate again. Of course.“What’s wrong?”“Heat. Early. Help,” Lando spat out. He could feel his brain slowing down, heat and sweat lacing up his spine, crackling with desirous, submissive energy. Oscar. He needed Oscar.Lando shook his head. No. No. He just needed an alpha. Someone to take care of him. Not… not Oscar. He couldn’t sleep with his teammate. It’d make things weird. He’d make things weird.Lando didn’t realise Jon had disappeared until the older man returned, pressing a bright blue drink into Lando’s hand. He draped a sopping wet towel around Lando’s neck and hastily slapped on a handful of scent blockers onto any exposed patches of skin he could find.“Just breathe, relax. It’s not fully hit yet, I promise. You’ll make it through the post-race press conference and then I’ll speak to McLaren about excusing you from the media pen, okay?” Jon said, gently massaging the knots from Lando’s tense shoulders. Lando sighed and muttered a small thanks, greedily swallowing down the drink he’d been given.Slowly, Lando could feel his cognitive functions return, his heartbeat slowing and his gut stuttering to a stop. The thickness in his veins settled into nothingness and Lando slowly removed the towel, handing it back to Jon along with the now empty bottle.“I got this.”“You got this, Lando.”ಇಇಇThe cooldown room was doing nothing to cool Lando off. He was so sweaty, tracks of it slipping into undesirable places and leaving him uncomfortable and itchy. He was so aware of the camera man filming them, so aware of the towel Max held to his nose, blocking Lando’s smell.So aware of Oscar’s delicious scent, the thick ooze of cinnamon making Lando’s inner omega hungry for more. Moremoremore. That’s all he ever wanted from Oscar. More.It felt like a sweet relief when they were finally called to the podium and Lando could gulp down some fresh air, letting the horde of scents block out Oscar’s mind-clotting one. Lando was so desperate for it, too desperate for it, and judging by the looks Max kept giving him, his scent must’ve turned something sweet. Something excited.He kept his eyes trained on his team as the trophies were handed out before at last, they could pop the champagne and spray away, momentarily drenching each other’s scents away. Max went straight to his mechanic, so Lando practically pounced on Oscar, drowning the alpha in a thick spray of champagne. Oscar returned the favour, laughing when a bubbling clot of it hit Lando straight in the eye, making him stumble a few steps backwards.Oscar caught his wrist, tugging him forward again. “Careful. Wouldn’t wanna fall and make a fool of yourself on the podium,” Oscar said, winking. Lando flushed before lifting his bottle up and dumping more of it on top of Oscar’s head. Oscar laughed, the sound flowing through Lando’s brain like molten lava, thick and hot.Lando didn’t even notice the stream of slick flowing down his leg until Max had pulled a funny face and subtly gestured downwards, his hand already flying up to cover his nose once more. Lando flushed and got in place for the photo before rushing off.He could feel it now, wet and sticky, trickling down his thighs. Thankfully his suit was already drenched with champagne because otherwise Lando was not entirely sure how to explain why it looked like he’d either creamed or p@ss@d his pants up on the podium.Lando rushed back to his driver’s room, slamming the door shut before Oscar could wedge his foot in and try and communicate. He loved speaking with the alpha, but Lando couldn’t trust himself not to drop to his knees and beg Oscar to f@ck his mouth or c@m on his face or do something equally as heinous (or worse).Jon’s scent hit his nose and Lando whined. The beta’s scent was familiar and comforting, reminding Lando of home and safety and he trudged into Jon’s arms, whining under his breath. Jon chuckled softly and stroked down Lando’s back and through his curls, careful not to dip his hand too low and accidentally tease the poor omega.“You need to change. I’ve gotten you cleared for the remainder of the evening, but you need to go to the press conference, okay?” Jon whispered. Lando whined again and shook his head. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here in his favourite beta’s arms or be bent over and f@ck@d raw by an alpha. By a specific alpha. He didn’t want to do any media b@llsh@t. “Lando, c’mon.”“Fine. Lemme change,” Lando grumbled. Jon chuckled fondly and pulled away, patting Lando’s arm.“Drinks are in the fridge, powder in the small zip in your bag, and there’s some pads in the bathroom should you need them,” John said. He ruffled Lando’s curls once more before exiting Lando’s room, the door closing with a soft click behind him. Lando huffed.He hated being an omega.ಇಇಇEquipped with a powder-infused drink and two pads practically swaddling him like a diaper, Lando finally made his way over to the press conference room, unconsciously settling into Max’s spot. The sweetest dose of cinnamon drifted under Lando’s nose, and he bit on his bottom lip, closed his eyes and squeezed his legs together.Relax. He needed to relax. He needed to not lean closer to Oscar when the younger man sat next to him. He needed to not bury his face in his alpha teammate’s neck and create some rather abhorrent headlines for himself, Oscar and McLaren to deal with.He was leaning in.“Hi Oscar,” Lando mewled, flashing his teeth at the alpha before him. Sweet, seductive, alluring. Everything he shouldn’t be when dealing with his teammate. Oscar smiled in return and drifted even closer, practically inviting Lando to bury his face in his neck and curl up in his lap. He could see the pop of camera flashes going off and whined lowly, embarrassment pooling in his gut.“Lando? What’s wrong?” Oscar whispered. Max had entered the room and Lando knew he’d have to move but he didn’t want to. Didn’t want to deal with the sharp scent of gin that was Max’s scent wedged under his nose instead of Oscar’s sweet cinnamon. Didn’t want to smell the faint traces of omega-rich strawberry that clung to Max’s skin, pressed there by a shared friend.Lando didn’t.“I got my heat early. Like… a whole month early,” Lando whispered. He flushed, embarrassed to be admitting it out loud. Oscar’s scent sharpened and Lando felt himself slicken, the smell of his arousal surely clouding the room.Max walked towards the sofa, so Lando slid over to his spot, his inner omega whining at the loss of such closeness to his desired alpha. Oscar shot him a look of concern before picking up his phone and rapidly typing away.Lando listened and answered all the questions directed at him, keeping an eye on Oscar’s insistent typing as he went. When his own phone vibrated against his hip, Lando nearly flew out of his seat, his body only staying lax thanks to the rapidly forming aches that come from sitting in the same spot for close to two hours.He pulled his phone up and scanned the text message. The words made his gut churn with desire, and he quickly locked the device, hoping and praying that his face wasn’t red, or if it was, it wasn’t detectable on camera.Oscar was offering to spend his heat with him. Oscar. He’d cleared his schedule and offered to help Lando with his heat. Or help him find someone else if he didn’t want Oscar’s help. Lando was f@ck@d. There was only one answer, but he couldn’t say it, could he?Could he?ಇಇಇLando all but sprinted out of the press conference room, leaning against the wall behind the building, his skin on fire as his heat worsened. It wouldn’t hit until the middle of the night, but Lando could feel his control slipping, spiralling away from him. The setting sun over Imola soothed Lando’s mind momentarily until he smelt that all too familiar cinnamon.“Lando. Did you want my help or?” Oscar prompted, sentence trailing off. Lando whined and spun on his heel, barrelling straight into Oscar’s arm. He whimpered gently and rubbed his cheek against Oscar’s chest, desperately hoping the rich chocolate scent radiating off of him would melt into Oscar’s skin and stay there forever. “Lando?”“F@ck me, Osc. ‘M yours. Alpha, p-please,” Lando hiccupped. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing when Oscar didn’t respond, rejection sitting thick and ugly in his brain. “’M sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry…” Lando cried, pulling away from Oscar’s chest and rubbing harshly at his face with the sleeves of his fireproofs.“Shh, no, Lando, I’m not rejecting you,” Oscar said, tugging Lando into his arms again. Lando whined and melted into his embrace, letting sticky, warm cinnamon wash over his senses. He purred softly when Oscar’s hand slowly stroked up and down his back, fingers slipping closer and closer to where Lando needed him most with each and every stroke. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt, that’s all. Plus you smell like vanilla whiskey most of the time, which made me think you wanted Alex, not me.”Lando made a noise of confusion and pulled his face from Oscar’s chest, pouting up at him. “Alex smells like roses all the time. That’s George’s alpha. You’re mine,” Lando said, the words falling from his lips before he could stop them. He flushed and looked to the side, biting his bottom lip to muffle any further embarrassing confessions.“Yours, huh? Is this supposed to be you asking me out or something?” Oscar chuckled fondly. Lando whined and tried to pull away, slapping his fists against Oscar’s chest when the younger man refused to let go. Lando wouldn’t admit it but Oscar’s arms around his waist holding him in place was not helping with his slick issue. He was positive he’d soaked through his pads by now.“I’ve been courting you for ages,” Lando whimpered. Oscar smirked and gently pulled back, cupping Lando’s chin with deft fingers and leaning down, brushing their lips together.“Oh I’ve noticed,” Oscar drawled. “And I’ve liked it,” Oscar continued, voice low and husky. Lando whined, slick trickling from his hole with each word Oscar said. “We should head back to the hotel, no? I’ll take care of you, omega. My omega.”Lando whined and closed his eyes, falling into Oscar’s chest. “Will you be mine even after this heat is over?” A squeak slipped from his lips when Oscar adjusted and picked Lando up, his arms under Lando’s neck and knees. Lando’s eyes snapped open and blinked owlishly up at Oscar.“I’ll be yours, Lando. I promise,” Oscar said. Lando giggled and purred softly, burying his face in Oscar’s neck and snuffling at his scent gland, purring louder as sweet cinnamon filled his nose.“Love your scent,” Lando slurred. Oscar chuckled fondly, gently swaying Lando in his arms as he carried him through the paddock, taking back paths and hiding Lando from view of any cameras or fans. When they approached the turnstiles, however, Oscar had no choice but to put Lando down.“Come on, let’s get in the car and get back to the hotel and then you can sniff at me again,” Oscar teased. Lando whined, snatching at the back of Oscar’s hoodie to stop him from moving.“Gimme,” Lando whined, tugging at the hoodie. Oscar smiled and ruffled Lando’s hair, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Lando’s forehead.“Once we get in the car, okay?” Oscar said. Lando grumbled and stomped his foot, pouting up at Oscar, before he acquiesced.“Fine. Mean alpha…”ಇಇಇLando woke with a start. He felt overwhelmingly hot and warm, and his brain felt syrupy slow. He could feel the soaked sheets underneath him and he whined, turning to the alpha in his bed. He needed to be full, knotted, dripping with c@m. He needed it.“Oscar. Oscar,” Lando whined, pushing at Oscar when the younger man didn’t wake. “Alpha!” Lando whined louder and brought his hands up to his mouth, biting down on them to try and muffle his sobbing.Oscar jolted up, eyes wide and frantic before he was gently tugging Lando’s fingers from his mouth, soothing over the wet bite marks. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry, baby. Such a mean alpha, huh?” Oscar whispered softly. Lando sniffled and nodded his head before he spread his legs further, crying out when another trickle of slick slid between his folds.“Please. Pleasepleaseplease, Oscar. Hurts. Alpha, please,” Lando whined, each word more hysterical than the last. Oscar shushed him gently and pulled back, reaching for the bedside drawer. “No! Raw, please. Alpha, please!” Lando begged. Oscar bit his lip before leaning down and kissing Lando softly, coaxing him into momentary sweetness and submissiveness.“Lan, I can’t. I’m clean, but–”“So am I! And, and…,” Lando trailed off with a sniffle before wailing. “I can’t give you babies!” He felt awful. He was such a sh@tty omega. He was supposed to service his alpha, giving him pups and raising a family for him, but here he was. Unable to have children. What a useless omega he was.“Shh, Lan, it’s okay. I don’t want pups yet, it’s okay,” Oscar whispered. Lando whined and spread his legs wider, mind even more clouded than before. The heat was really settling into him now. Oscar smiled softly and kissed him again before pulling Lando’s ruined shorts and boxers out of the way. He threw them to one side, Lando wincing when they fell to the carpeted floor with a loud splat!“Alpha? Love me?” Lando whimpered softly. Oscar tugged his own shorts and boxers off before leaning down and capturing Lando’s lips, gently melding them together. Lando purred into the kiss, his arms coming up to lace around Oscar’s neck, fingers curling into soft brown hair.“I love you baby,” Oscar said before he pressed the boiling hot tip of his c@ck against Lando’s sensitive folds, slick quickly flooding down his length in response. “You ready?”“Pleasepleaseplease!” Lando wailed. Oscar shushed him again before gently pushing in, groaning at the tight, wet heat that greeted him. Lando made a choked gasping noise before panting softly, his fingers tightening their grip in Oscar’s hair. “F@ck…” Lando breathed out. He angled his neck back, exposed and open for Oscar to bite at. He needed Oscar’s marks on his skin, like he needed Oscar’s c@m, his c@ck, his knot.Oscar didn’t hesitate, his hips setting a brutal pace as he sunk his teeth into various parts of Lando’s neck, the skin turning red and purple in response. Lando whined and moaned at the feeling, cries of ‘alpha’ and ‘Oscar’ falling from his mouth in broken chants.Oscar was big and Lando hadn’t even thought about how much Oscar’s knot would stretch him open until he felt the thickness of it kissing at his stuffed hole. Lando whined and started shifting his hips backwards, desperate for Oscar to knot him.“Please. Knot me, please. Alpha! Please,” Lando cried. Oscar growled above him and bit down on Lando’s scent gland, white hot pleasure shooting through Lando’s body as he felt Oscar’s knot pop through and lock them together, his c@m flooding Lando’s sensitive body.A few slow shifts of Oscar’s hips had Lando wailing, c@m squirting out of his hole and spraying up their fronts, adding to the wetness of the soaked sheets below them. Lando panted harshly, eyes barely open. He couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything but pleasure. He felt so full and satiated.“Lan? You okay?” Oscar gently whispered after a few moments of panting. Lando purred loudly and tugged Oscar on top of him, welcoming the pressing weight as he buried his face into Oscar’s scent gland. He nosed at the skin to find the perfect place before gently biting down, humming around the salty skin that greeted his desirous tongue.“Perfect,” Lando whispered as he pulled away. His heat wasn’t over, far from it, but knowing that Oscar could f@ck him that good made Lando confident that this heat wouldn’t totally suck. He said as much to Oscar, watching as the alpha blushed, pretty, splotchy red staining his pale skin. Lando couldn’t help but giggle.“You’re a brat,” Oscar huffed fondly, gently picking Lando up and carrying him to the bathroom, his knot still locking the two of them together. Lando gasped softly as it shifted within him but made no move to initiate round two. His limbs were practically useless, thank you. He did manage to curl his arms and legs around Oscar when the alpha instructed him to, though. That was something.“’M your brat though?” Lando pouted, batting his lashes at Oscar through the mirror as the young alpha set to work dampening a cloth. Oscar smiled at him before pressing a gentle kiss to Lando’s mouth before dragging the cloth over his stomach and chest.“All mine.”'
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