Landoscar one shots‼️

Bad idea - Girl in red (small angst, smut)

"Bye mate." Carlos chuckled as he pressed Lando's keycard against the hotel door, pushing it open for the very drunken brit.
"Bye Carlos." Lando mumbled in return as he stumbled into the very messy room, clothes thrown of the floor from earlier that night when he was searching for an outfit. The door clicked shut behind him.
He was now alone. Which was the last thing he needed right now.

Staring into the dark void that was his room he could feel his mind beginning to race. The alcohol hed had earlier only boosting his emotions, everything seemed to hurt him just that bit more.
He felt his body heat up, the room became insufferably hot, his head was spinning and he couldnt get his body to move, he was stuck in place. Frozen still.
Hot tears began to build up in his eyes, he let them fall. Trickling down his cheeks collecting on his chin before falling silently to the floor. Lando hadnt noticed noises escaping his mouth, quiet sobs filled the room.

Why was he such a shit driver?
He put everything he had to achieve this, but still hed never win a race let alone a championship.
Maybe he wasn't destined to go any further.

His body began to shake as he collapsed to the floor, sitting with his knees pulled tight to his chest, his tears soaking both his shirt and his jeans as his sobs continued.

This race season hadnt treated Lando well, though it had peaked up in later races it wasnt the results he wanted, anything but P1 wasnt the results he wanted. A part of Lando knew it wasnt all his fault, the car was just shit for a while, but maybe it wasnt.

Maybe he was just a shit driver, maybe being an F1 world champion wasnt his future after all. All the time and effort, sweat and tears he'd put in to try get somewhere. Was it all useless?
Maybe the team was better off with a different driver.
Maybe Oscar was better off with a different teamate.

Oscar. The new, second Mclaren driver, the kind, composed, dry humored Aussie that had joined recently. Just thinking about him, Lando felt his heart throb.
His deep brown eyes, the way they softened when he was looking at Lando, his pale skin complimented by soft freckles and dark brown hair. His goofy laugh, the way he doubled over made the brits stomach flip. His tonned body- No, this had to stop.

He groaned in frustration as he forced himself off the floor. Oscar was in his head all the time, even when he kissed pretty girls at the bar all he could think about was kissing Oscar, his soft lips, his beautiful face, prettier than any girl. He wobbled to the bathroom, flicking on the shower, Lando swore he wasnt like that, he wasnt gay. He'd dated girls. He couldnt be.. right?
Stripping quickly, he shivered as the cold water hit his skin. The stained patterns on his face, wetted again as tears reformed mixing with the shower water.

what if he was gay? It could ruin everything. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

Though that wouldnt explain how he's been feeling for months. So really it made no sense, but Lando needed to find an excuse, which was harder than he thought. Again he slid to the floor, the water pounding on his back as he sobbed it was weirdly comforting, it reminded him of the rain. Lando loved the rain, he loved the smell, the feeling, everything about it. Just like he loved Oscar, maybe it wasnt so bad?

After what felt like a couple minutes but was closer to an hour, he looked at his fingers, wrinkling weirdly, he lifted himself out the shower and got changed into a pair of shorts and a oversized hoodie. His head was spinning from both the alcohol in his system and the crying.
Oscar.
Thats what he wanted, he wanted to see Oscar again, right now. He wanted to hold Oscar, to love Oscar, to touch him, to have every part of him.
So on a whim he sent him a message.

                      Osc :D
Hey Osc :)                                      1:47am

Go back to sleep lando.