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Why did I agree to this again?

Lando found himself naked on a hotel bed. Well, not naked exactly. He was adorned with a red satin bow tied around his waist and a Santa hat on his head.

Carlos had suggested this idea weeks ago, when they had drawn names for Secret Santa, and Carlos happened to draw the name of Lando’s current crush. But when Lando agreed, he didn’t know that he would have had literally the worst day of his racing career.

A ten-second stop and go. Why didn’t I see that yellow flag? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I so stupid?

The thoughts rotated in his mind as he waited. He certainly wasn’t in the mood to be anyone’s surprise gift, but he also didn’t know how to say no after he had agreed to do this.

I can fake it, he thought. It will be fine.

After what felt like hours but was probably way less, Lando heard the door open and footsteps down the short hallway.

“Merry Christmas!” Lando said, trying his best to pretend to be cheerful.

“Oh,” Franco stopped in his tracks. “Oh.”

Franco just stood there, taking Lando in. After the moment of shock wore off, a smirk appeared on his face. “You must be my real Secret Santa present, no?”

“Yep,” Lando said, trying to keep his smile on. “Carlos sent me.”

Franco took a few steps forward to grab Lando by his waist. “I see why he had to buy another gift for the camera.”

Lando tried to reciprocate Franco’s general good will. “Well, here I am. A present for you.”

“I didn’t know Carlos shared.”

“Only on special occasions.”

Franco leaned in to kiss Lando, “I’m glad to know that I count as a special occasion.” He kissed Lando, softly but with passion. Immediately, he could tell that Lando’s mind was elsewhere.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” he said, pulling away slightly.

“No, no, I do,” Lando reassured. “It’s just…”

“It’s just you had hard day.”

“Yeah. I really fucked up today.” Lando hesitated, “But I want this. With you, I mean. I just have to get out of my head.”

Franco cupped Lando’s cheek with his hand. “How about I help you with that?”

“But I’m supposed to be your gift. To do what you want me to do,” Lando insisted.

Franco moved his hand to Lando’s scruff. “But what if that is what I want you to do?” he said, pulling Lando in for a more insistent, searing kiss.

As Franco kissed him, Lando felt some of his depression melting away. The voice was still in the back of his head, but it was slightly quieter now as he leaned forward, doing his best to match Franco’s energy.

“Lay back on the bed,” Franco told him, letting go of Lando to pull off his own shirt. Lando obeyed, his head hitting the pillow, his hat askew on his head, the bow still keeping him somewhat modest. “Bonita,” Franco said, gazing at Lando as he pulled off his jeans and underwear, leaving him with even less than Lando was wearing.

Lando drank in the sight. Damn, he’s so hot. Franco crawled up the bed to kiss Lando again, straddling Lando’s thighs. He leaned back on his heels and smiled. “I want to open my present now,” he said simply, as he began to untie the bow. Lando rested himself on his elbows to get a better view, as Franco greedily pulled the ribbon away, exposing Lando’s still soft cock.

Franco pulled the ribbon out of the way, setting it on the side of the bed. He scooted down so that he could kiss Lando’s toned thighs, working his way up, gazing directly into Lando’s eyes. Lando blushed at how hungry he was.

He gasped as Franco took his soft cock into this mouth, working it up and down, swirling his tongue around. It felt heavenly, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to get Lando out of his own head. He stayed soft in Franco’s mouth.

After a few minutes, Franco pulled off. “Is something wrong?” he asked Lando. “Is there something else you like? Am I not doing this right?”

Lando shook his head vehemently. “No, no. I just can’t…” he sighed. “I just can’t stop thinking about what happened. Earlier, you know.”

Franco frowned for a moment, thinking.

Shit, I fucked this up, too. God, I just suck at everything today.

As if reading his mind, Franco interrupted Lando’s thoughts, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

Lando nodded.

Franco crawled back up the bed, taking the ribbon with him. “Put your hand in front of you.”

Lando complied, and Franco tied them together before lifting them up to secure them to the headboard. He then pulled the overly large Santa hat down until it covered Lando’s eyes. Lando couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

“Ok,” Franco said. “Now…let go. Empty your mind.”

Lando tried to do what Franco asked, trying his best to think of nothing. Just as he felt he was getting there, felt lips on jaw, then his neck, slowly working their way down his chest. Lando gasped as Franco reached his nipple, doing his best to focus only on the sensation and nothing else. It was working, and Lando could feel his cock start to stir.

Franco felt it to, smiling as he moved to the other nipple and then worked his way down Lando’s abs and finally, to his goal. “There we are,” he said sweetly. “I knew you would wake up for me.”

And with that, he took Lando into his mouth a second time, this time eliciting moans from the older man. Franco licked and sucked into Lando was trying to thrust up into his mouth, his hand grabbing at the ribbon but unable to aide his quest for more, more, more.

Once Franco determined Lando’s cock was wet enough, he pulled off and spit into his own hand, moving back to up kiss Lando, and grabbing them together,

“Fuck, please, don’t stop,” Lando gasped, thrusting up and grinding himself on Franco.

Franco continued to kiss him, gasping into his mouth, working his hand on both of them, as the other hand grasped Lando’s curls.

With a final thrust, Lando came, hard, spilling himself on his own chest. Franco scooped up Lando’s cum and continued to jack himself off with it, until he moaned Lando’s name and joined his own cum on Lando’s chest. He collapsed next to him, his clean hand lifting up the hat and clumsily untying Lando’s hand.

Lando started laughing, finally relaxed, but those laughs slowly turned into sobs. He covered his face, embarrassed at his tears.

Franco pulled Lando’s hands away and rolled him over so that Lando’s head lay on Franco’s chest, his whole body racking with sobs now.

“Porbrecito,” he said, stroking Lando’s hair. “Shhhh, it’s ok. It’s ok.”

They stayed like that until Lando’s sobs subsided.

Lando lifted his head and wiped his nose. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. This was supposed to be your present. I fucking ruined it.”

Franco smiled. “You didn’t ruin it. I came, you came. That was the present, no?”

Lando shrugged, “I guess.”

“Lando, I like you. Not just as a fuck. I’m glad I could help.”

“But you didn’t even fuck me. That was supposed to be the present. You, fucking me.”

Franco lifted Lando’s chin to kiss him softly, before moving to kiss the tears off his face. “Well, this is a Christmas present. And it’s not Christmas, yes? So, I still have time to fuck you. How about after you win the championship next week?”

Lando’s smile faltered at the mention of the championship. “You will win, I know it,” Franco reassured him.

“Fine,” Lando said. “If I win the championship, you can fuck me. But you will have to wait until Carlos does first.”

Franco laughed. “Well, I’m used to being second choice to Carlos. I can make that work.”

Lando smiled, lying his head back down onto Franco’s chest. Well, I better fucking win now.