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Sometimes, Lando just felt lazy. The I don't want to get out of bed today kind of lazy.
Late in the afternoon, after doing his training, he laid down in bed and just felt as if his bones were melting. He was sinking into the mattress, the blanket so comforting on his bare skin.
He snuggled under the blanket and got cozy. He didn't feel like sleeping, he didn't want to grab his phone, he just wanted to lay there and do nothing.
His peace and quiet though, was rudely disrupted by Carlos, walking in the room with a bowl in one hand and a long candle in the other. Landos curiosity was piqued, and he lifted his head to see the bowl had a few ice cubes inside of it.
Interesting.
Carlos set them both on the nightstand and pulled a lighter out of his poket, laying it there too before grabbing a corner of the blanket and getting it off of Lando, pulling a whine out of the younger boy.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, sitting down on the bed and looking dead serious into those grey eyes.
"I do." Lando nodded, almost instinctively.
He had to admit that a part of him was scared. He had no idea what was going on or what Carlos wanted to do, and it disturbed him slightly.
"Lay on your back then." the spaniard commanded, and his former teammate did with no heasitation.
"What do you want to do?" he blinked, lifting his head slightly.
"You'll see in a moment. For now, you can treat this like a game." Carlos spoke, sounding too calm, and he took his clothes off.
Something told Lando this wasn't a game. Not for him anyway.
Carlos sat down again, the bed sinking under his weight, straddling Lando and licking his lips. How come he was in only his boxers at the perfect time?
Then, Carlos grabbed an ice cube, rubing it over his plump lips before taking it in his mouth and kissing Lando.
It felt different. Kisses were always warm, and everything else varied, but they were never cold.
It felt like he was getting kissed by death itself, like that weird feeling when you pull a leg out from under the blanket and suddenly it's like there's a gust of wind in the room and something is ready to grab it.
After Carlos pulled away, Lando felt his breath on his lips and the skin around his mouth, and of course his breath was cold too, too cold, too good.
"You like this, mi amor, don't you?" he growled, tilting his head.
Lando squirmed, nodding. His tongue felt numb.
Carlos grabbed another ice cube, licking his lips as Landos back arched when he rubbed it across his torso, pressing it to his nipples before it melted and he lit the candle.
"We're doing something else now." he exhalled, holding it above Landos chest and tapping it to spill the wax.
Lando moaned, his back arching again as the hot wax dripped on his cold chest.
"That's good, no?" Carlos huffed, tapping the candle again, letting the wax fall to Landos nipple.
It couldn't even feel hot, his skin so cold the wax barely even felt warm.
The loudest moan was when some wax fell to Landos stomach, where the ice didn't touch him, and it actually felt hot.
"How hot is too hot, cariño?" Carlos hummed, blowing on the candle to put it out and slipping off both of their boxers.
Lando knew how wet his cock got, his precum getting smeared around his hole for Carlos to use as lube when he slipped in.
Now it was nothing about the cold ice or hot wax, it was just Carlos, yet Lando still couldn't think straight. There were so many sensations in his body. All his nerves felt alive, on fire yet almost freezing.
How could there be so much going on in someones body in such a short time?
The sex was the last thing on Landos mind, yet he snapped back to reality when more warmth hit his stomach, his own cum.
He heard a faint laugh above him, warm hands with cold fingertips brushing his body.
"You can't help yourself, can you?" Carlos quirked an eyebrow, thumbs pressing on his nipples, just for the reaction, just to see him arch his back again.
Lando felt himself drool, his eyes going half lidded, all his senses fuzzy until he felt Carlos spill inside him and passed out.
When Lando woke up again, he was just getting carried back to bed, stirring when Carlos laid him back down and snuggled with him. He could barely open his eyes, the soft kiss on his cheek unexpected as strong arms wrapped around him.
"You're down for cuddles?" Lando whispered, his hands squeezing Carlos' back.
"You deserve it." the spaniard shrugged, a soft hum in his voice, "You did so good."
Lando yawned, snuggling further into him, hands and legs wrapping around the older man.
"Sleep, Lando, come on." he yawned too, another kiss, to his forehead this time.
"You're no fun..." the brit whined, then suddenly yelped and jumped as he felt cold fingers draw a line on his back.
"The ice melted, but I still have some. Watch that mouth before I dump it on your head." they laughed, cudding close again before they both fell asleep.