And I know that I've been the worst. But I love you better

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From this prompt:

landoscar and "you might be the death of me" with a first kiss?


It was probably obvious for everyone who wasn't blind that Lando and Oscar were always flirting with each other.

Even the blind could probably tell, with the tension between those two. It was probably feelable.

The only one it probably wasn't obvious to was Lando.

Funnily enough, he's the one who flirts the most, driving Oscar positively insane sometimes.

They had to do yet another team challenge together, in which Oscar tried, and failed incredibly, not to look at Lando too much.

The Aussie boy couldn't help himself. Lando could be so annoyingly endearing without even realizing it himself.

It was plain torture, really.

"Oscar," Lando nudged his teammate, trying to imitate his Australian accent as usual. "Are you listening, mate?"

Oscar rolled his eyes automatically. "Yeah. I'm listening."

And so the challenge went on until one of them won. Or it was a draw.

Oscar didn't even remember what it was. He was too distracted by his teammate.

Now they were walking back to the McLaren facility, duties done. But Landostill didn't leave Oscar's side.

"Lando, I'm not gonna get lost, you know."

"Nah, I know. Just thought you'd like some company."

Oscar blinks, not sure what to say. "Uh, sure."

So Lando follows him, then split up to each go into their own drivers room to pick up their stuff.

When Oscar comes out, Lando is already waiting for him. The younger boy isn't even surprised.

They even take the same car to the hotel.

Lando keeps on scrolling on his phone and Oscar keeps on staring at him.

It's so annoying. But he just can't keep his eyes off of him.

They walk to their hotel rooms together too, still side by side.

"I don't think I can sleep yet."

Oscar sighs and strokes his fingers through his hair. "I'm not sure I can either."

A grin lights up Lando's face. "Wanna play some fifa? Or whatever game you want to play."

Oscar pretends to think about it. He already made up his mind. "Yeah. Okay."

Lando smiled, and if Oscar hadn't agreed already, he'd do it again, just for that smile.

So they went to Lando's room and dropped onto his bed, Lando giving the other boy the second controller.

They play for a good while until Lando gets tired of constantly beating Oscar. Oscar was just distracted, okay?

He kicks Oscar out and tells him to have a good night's sleep because there's another team challenge coming up the next day.

Oscar groans, not sure if he's gonna survive the next day.

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He was right in thinking the next day was gonna be hell; because it was.

Well, not that it was a bad day exactly, but---watching Lando being....well, being Lando was enough torture for Oscar.

How much longer could he possibly deal with this before he'd go and do something stupid.

Like kiss the older boy in front of the camera.

Really.

How much longer......

Finally the shooting was done and Oscar could relax again.

Or so he thought.

Because Lando is still following him and talking and absolutely driving Oscar crazy without even really doing anything special.

It's just that Oscar simply can't take it anymore.

He grabs Lando by the arm and pulls him along for a bit, completely ignoring the other's protests, before pushing him into a more secluded spot.

Lando is about to ask him what the fuck he's doing, when Oscar already cuts him off.

"You might be the death of me."

Lando still doesn't get the chance to talk because Oscar is up in his personal space, pressing his lips against his and all other thoughts are forgotten.

As Oscar finally pulls back, but still stays close, Lando can't help but grin.

"If being the death of you is what it takes for you to kiss me like that, then I'll happily be the death of you all the time time."

Oscar thinks that won't be a hard task for the Brit at all.

And..... If it means that he keeps getting to kiss him, then he won't have a problem with it either.

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