calvin kleins. or any boxers. damn you loved how lando looked in them. for his birthday and christmas, you would always buy him more. he knew you were obsessed, and he loved it.

it was a morning in summer break, you were relaxing in his apartment last night and things for heated. today you were going out on a yacht with max and pietra, landos best friend and his girlfriend who had become your best friend, martin, ed and keegan. they had all flown in from where they lived for the next few days.

lando was in the kitchen, attempting to cook something. he was already dressed in some black swim trunks and a plain white shirt. meanwhile you walk in a pair of his black calvin kleins and a big white quadrant shirt on. this was gonna drive lando crazy.