Dando shortsgate pwp 1.6k of pure disgusting FaceTime sex because i may be crazy but i am free
Lando smiles wider. "I got off this morning with your shorts pressed to my nose."
The call is predictable at this point.
Lando smiles to himself when he picks his phone up and sees the image of Daniel flipping him off. He's glad he's already in his hotel room.
"Hey," Lando says, screen morphing into Daniel's face. He leans back in bed, still dressed in his clothes from earlier.
"You're a menace," Daniel's rough voice filters in. He looks sleep-soft and a little tired, and that's when Lando realizes it's roughly three in the morning for Danny. "Do you know how many notifications I got because you wore those shorts?"
Lando can feel his smile curl into place, and presses back deeper into his pillows. "Yeah, well," he shrugs. "They're comfortable. What can I say?"
Daniel sighs and flicks the light on next to him, and Lando can see him better this way. He watches Danny sit up, make himself more visible. The blanket over him falls away and Lando can see that Daniel is shirtless, despite it being winter in Australia right now.
His mouth kind of fills with saliva. He's legitimately like Schroedinger's dog or whatever the fuck it's called. He loves seeing Daniel's body. Fucking sue him.
"I like seeing you in my clothes," Daniel says softly. "Gets me going, sorta."
Lando raises his eyebrow, and does a terrible job of hiding his triumphant little smirk. So it's that kind of call.
"Mmm, yeah?" Lando says, his voice dropping.
This thing with Daniel is tenuous at best. They first hooked up in Monaco, and it's only been a couple of months, a few messy blowjobs and one memorable night in Montreal before Media Day where Lando rode him until his leg cramped and they had to stop for a while because he started crying from the knotted muscle in his left calf.
He isn't quite sure whether they're anything more than ex-teammates who fuck sporadically, but he isn't about to pretend that he doesn't miss Daniel, especially since it's his birthday weekend.
"Yeah, especially since they're the literal clothes off my back," Daniel replies. He rubs his hand over his face, then runs his fingers through his hair that's gotten longer since Lando last saw him. He looks scruffy and unkempt, and Lando really wishes he could kiss Daniel right now.
Lando smiles a little, pulls his lower lip between his teeth. "I didn't wash them, you know," Lando says. "After I stole them from you. Just shoved them in my suitcase and took them with me here."
Daniel's eyebrows shoot up, stupid, smug grin on his face illuminated by the orange-yellow light beside him. "You're disgusting."
Lando smiles wider. "I got off this morning with your shorts pressed to my nose."
Lando knows he's delivered the killing blow as soon as the words leave his mouth.
"Jeeeesus, baby," Daniel groans, and then shifts the hold on his phone to what looks like his left hand. Lando's heart rate ticks up. They haven't done this yet, haven't actually had phone sex even if they're sexted a couple of times and sent each other raunchy photos that would be career-ending if they ever got leaked. "Tell—tell me. Walk me though it."
"You want me to tell you how I woke up hard this morning?" Lando asks. He pulls his blue shirt up, runs his palm flat over his abdomen. He's not quite hard yet, but his body does recognize that there's something here, something that it knows it wants.
"Yeah," Daniel replies. "Tell me about how you touched yourself. Tell me what you thought about."
Lando palms himself through the shorts and holds his phone above him so he can show Danny.
"I woke up horny, and I remembered I had the shorts you had on," Lando says. "So I pulled them out and—" He tugs the elastic over his dick, his semi filling out under his grey briefs.
"Show me," Daniel says, his voice lower and rougher now. "Show me exactly what you did."
Lando feels his body heat up all over, and he moves his phone to the little desk beside his bed, angling the camera so that he can move freely. He rolls off the bed and pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the floor, before hooking his thumbs into both his briefs and Daniel's soft, green shorts, to push them down his thighs.
His cock bobs freely, fully hard now. It's been years since he had phone sex with anyone, and it's especially exhilarating to do this with Daniel who keeps his phone on his face, his expression one of hunger, one of full focus. Focus on Lando.
Lando lies down and brings the shorts to his mouth. He turns to the camera.
"This morning, they still smelled like you," Lando says, and Daniel's frown deepens before he mutters, "Fuck, baby."
Lando spits in his hand, too horny and too impatient to get up to get his lube, and that makes Daniel moan again.
"God, you should—fuck, I wanna suck you off," Daniel says softly, with longing. Lando knows how he feels.
Lando brings his left foot up to the bed, the other leg still slung over the edge of the mattress, and starts stroking himself.
"I thought about you sucking me off," Lando admits, encircling his dick in a loose ring of his fingers. "Thought about how when we were in—fuck—in New York and you let me fuck your mouth—"
"I love sucking you off, baby," Daniel says, husky-voiced. "I love the way you taste. I love the way you feel in my mouth."
Lando bites down on the inside of his cheek.
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Of course I am, what do you take me for?" Daniel laughs softly.
"I wanna see, Danny," Lando replies.
So Daniel does show him, angles his phone so that Lando can see his sweats pushed down to mid-thigh, his thick cock nestled in his dark curls.
Lando moans, squeezing his dick tighter, thumbing on his slit where precum blurts out wet and hot. Daniel smells the best there, he thinks, when all the pungent odor of the day rests there mixed with his sweat, his sex.
He presses the shorts into his nose again, trying see if he can still somehow smell Daniel, can somehow parse the difference between him and Danny, but it's all gone now.
That doesn't take away from the show he's putting on though, from the way he's writhing in bed, using more of his spit to slick his way.
Daniel's running his mouth now, telling him how badly he wants to choke on Lando's dick, how much he kind of wishes that he'd decided to fly to Austria instead of home for his birthday and just spend the entire weekend with Lando on his cock, and Lando feels the pleasure taking hold of him, letting Daniel's words, even if untrue, even if all in the heat of the moment, wash over him.
The shorts fall to the side of his head as Lando cranes his neck to look at his phone, to watch the emotions play out over Daniel's face while they both chase their own orgasms.
He feels his thighs tense up, and he cries out, "Danny, I'm—fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cl-close—"
Daniel's breathing has become ragged, but it's with a firmness and a finality that he says, "Come on the shorts—fuck, baby, come on them, don't wash them, save them for—for me," and it's a disgusting request, it really is, the thought of carrying around his soiled, cum-crusted shorts for god-knows-how long, but somehow even that sends Lando over the edge and he's grabbing the soft material in his hand and using the friction from the cloth to finish himself off, his spunk spilling hot all over it, soaking it through.
Lando's ears are ringing, his lips numb from the force of his second orgasm of the day, and it's while he's trying to catch his breath that he sees Daniel's eyes shutter closed, his mouth open in a scream that never quite leave his lips. He swears again, before he laughs a little, and angles his camera to show how his cum on his chest, and on his chin.
"Holy shit, baby," Daniel says through his laughter. "Haven't come that hard by myself in a long time."
Lando's still heaving lungfuls of breath in, but his body feels boneless and he's sated and tingly all over. He wipes off the rest of his mess on Daniel's shorts and pulls it up for inspection. The pink rose is drenched in white.
"Fuck, Danny, wish you were here," Lando says quietly. He means it, too. Kind of wishes that he could get a cuddle in, really.
Daniel's still chasing his breathing, but he does smile, fond and soft.
"I'll make love to you right and proper when I see you again, dontcha worry," Daniel says, and Lando wrinkles his nose at how fucking cringe it sounds, but he cannot deny that the thought of being made love to, by Daniel no less, has his insides doing a weird sort of jig that he doesn't have the energy to explore right this moment.
"Mmm, looking forward to it," Lando replies before his own yawn interrupts him.
"Off to bed now, yeah," Daniel says with an answering yawn of his own. His mouth curls into a little smile. Lando wishes he could taste it.
"Night, Danny," Lando says as he rises from the bed.
"I was serious about the shorts, by the way," Daniel says. There isn't any teasing in his expression or his tone.
"That's gross, mate," Lando says, wrinkling his nose.
Daniel just shrugs. "You don't even know the half of the gross shit I wanna get up to with you," but now he's smiling. It's a little ominous-sounding. But Lando's face still heats up anyway.
"Christ," is all Lando can say, because he's spent and absolutely cannot go another round right now. "Go to sleep, you pervert."
Daniel waggles his eyebrows at him and Lando wishes he was here so that he could kick him or something. "Only a pervert for you, baby. Good night."
"Night, Danny," Lando says, and ends the call.
His thigh makes contact with the part of the shorts where his jizz is still drying, and groans. God.
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