Landoscar one shots‼️

Late night thoughts (fluff)

Oscar stared intently at the clock on the bed side table, as it flicked over to 2am, his back on the head board and his knees pressed tightly to his chest as if he was protecting his heart, which in a way he was.

Since he first found himself in F1 he got to learn more about each driver on the grid, though as a reserve driver for alpine he didnt talk to many drivers, he still got to see them in person. See the way they acted with the press and other teams, the way they held themselves and just their personalities. He'd started to focus more on one of the Mclaren drivers, Lando Norris, the youngest driver on the grid, only about a year older than himself. Slowly throughout the year his heart began to follow Lando, he was charismatic, funny, kind and well...hot. Oscar spent hours memorising every detail of Lando, his eyes, an odd mix of green and brown, atleast in the sunlight Oscar could see them shimmer green. His black, curly hair, the way it stuck to his forehead after races and his beautifully tanned skin.
Okay, yes Oscar had a crush on the Brit but he swore it would be lost the second he was drivinb for a team. That went out the window the day he was offered a seat at Mclaren.

The room became unbearably hot. It was suffocating. Oscar heaved himself out of the bed and forced back the blinds, cracking the window open slightly. Fresh air, that was what he needed after a bad race. A cold breeze to clear his thoughts. His thoughts on the race, and the car and the poor dissapointed crowd and Lando.
Maybe the air wasnt working.
Oscar leant against the wall beside the window, head in his hands, feeling the heat radiating off his face. He scrunched up his eyes trying to clear his head but it didnt seem to work, all he could picture was Lando, his toothy grin, the way his eyes shone when he smiled, his tonned muscles, soft skin-. Okay, stop.
The Aussie stomped angrily to the bathroom, switching on the tap and filling up the sink with freezing water. Holding onto the rim of the sink he took a deep breath and submerged his face, staying under for as long as he could hold his breath. His eyes were shut tight under the water, but soon Lando reappeared in his mind. He reemerged, gasping for air, his body felt cool but his mind was still racing. The towel was soft against his face as he dapped it dry.
It had been 30 minutes, 2:30am the clock said. He reached for his phone, maybe this was a bad idea, Lando probably wasnt even awake though, he could brush it off as a mistake if Lando asked in the morning but maybe he was also stuck awake, though his race had been better that Oscar's, it always seemed to be. Lando was just better a better driver and In oscars opinion, better at most things.

Osc: Hey mate are u up?              2:35am
Lan: Hey osc whats up?
Osc: idk just can't sleep
Lan: Wjat room are u?
          Hurry up                               2:37am
Osc: why?
Lan: take a guess Im coming over duh
Osc: 305                                          2:38am
         Wait why                 
       Lando???                                  2:40am

There was a soft knock on the door.
And again, and again.
"Okay jeez Im coming." Oscar huffed as he walked over to the door, whoever didnt stop knocking till the door was swung open.
"Osc!" Lando stood at the door, dressed in black shorts and a white shirt. There was that smile Oscar had been thinking of, the cheery grin that reached his eyes. The Aussies smile on the other hand was half arsed, small that bearly moved his face.
"Are you okay?" Lando's smile faded slightly as he strolled into the room.
"Huh? Yeah Im fine." Oscar hummed as if he hadnt spent the last 3 hours spiralling over everything that was out of his control. He hates when things were out of his control because then he truely had no one to blame, though he somehow managed to always push the blame onto himself. Lando knew this, he had noticed how Oscar acted after bad qualifings and races, it got to the brit. How could such an amazing driver like Oscar blame himself for the teams mistake or plain old bad luck?
"What do you want to do?" Oscar managed to break the silence, as Lando had spaced out.
"I dont mind Osc." He plopped himself on the bed with a yawn, shimmyimg under the covers, he patted the spot next to him, signalling to Oscar. The younger drivef complied, sitting next to Lando and flicking the covers over himself.
"You sure your okay? I know your race results werent what you wanted." The brit shifted closer to Oscar, their thighs almost touching under the blanket, Oscar so desperately wanted to move closer.
"Yeah, its fine. Theres always next race right?" A small chuckle accompanied Oscars words, he tried to act his normal self for Lando. The Older driver didnt seem to buy the answer, he kept eye contact as if he was reading the youngers mind.
"Really I swear Im fine. Its just- I need a break.." Oscar finally mumbled, the eye contact getting to him as he look down at the blanket.
"So you invited me over as a distraction huh? I can think of good ways to distract you." Lando winked leaving oscar flustered, deep red blush crawling up his neck and sitting on his cheeks.
"Shut up.." Oscar groaned as he moved closer to Lando, sitting shoulder to shoulder.

It didnt take long for both drivers to drift asleep, lying next to eachother, limbs tangled.
As the sun rose its beams shone though the window, Oscar groaned as he woke up, jolting slightly as he saw someone infront of him, he began to remember the night prior, It was Lando, curled up against his chest, hands under his shirt and wrapped around his waist. The Aussie looked over at the curtain he had left open last night, he struggled, trying to unlock himself from Landos grasp only causing the brit to tighten his hold and let out a disapproving whine.
"Lando I need to shut the curtain I cant sleep.." Oscar slowly ran a hand through Landos hair, gently waking him.
"No." He huffed and threw the blanket over their heads, shelding them from the sun.
"Well I guess this works." Oscar hummed happily, as long as he got a few more hours of Lando in his arms he was happy.

**Im thinking of writing a story based of the song "Bad Idea" by girl in red, it would have smut and maybe angst in it if you guys would want it**