Landoscar one shots‼️

Oscar's win (fluff)

There was a bitter taste in Oscar's mouth as he crossed the finish line. His first win. A one-two with Lando, the best result he could ask for. But, as he drove the final stretch he tried to swollow the guilty feeling that wirled in his stomach.
"Yep, so happy guy, Im sorry." Oscar spoke through gritted teeth as he drew closer to the p1 spot. Slowly he pulled to a halt, taking a steading breath as he pulled himself out of the car, he stood tall, look out on the sea of papaya who cheered loudly. He was happy, very happy, this was a dream he'd had since the moment he began karting. This win meant so much to him but a part of him needed to find Lando, he needed to apologise. Till then this win felt broken.
Jumping down from the car Lando strolled towards him, head held high as he reached out a hand, they clasped together, their hands intertwined, Lando's grip tight around Oscar as they stood still for a moment, a moment probably too long for infront of the cameras before Lando dropped his hand away, much to Oscar's displeasure.
"Lando-" He began before being interrupted and ushered away by a women in a papaya shurt, Lando gave a small nod before disappearing too.
Fuck.

Oscar leant against the wall, staring absently, mind wondering to Lando, he felt like shit. This wasn't how he wanted his win. It was bitter, tainted by stupid strategies.
"Hey Osc." A voice called out as he felt a hand grip his shoulder giving him a gentle squeeze.
"Lando." The aussie answered as he turned towards him, a smile plastered on his face but Lando could see the guilt buried underneath, it was eating away at him. "Im so sorry mate, are you pissed at me?" He mumbled through the photo grin that he wore bright on his face, as he locked eyes with Lando, almost shattering his facade.
"I could never be mad at you." He gave another reassuring squeeze, his lips curving into his signature smile. Oscar exhaled, relief visible on his face as the duo fell into their regular conversation before Oscar was called to the post race interview.

After the champagne, photos and all, the mclaren boys snuck their way into Lando's driver room, shutting and locking the door behind them.
"Osc I really am proud of you." Lando smiled softly, his eyes wrinkling as he grinned.
"I'm sorry that strategy was so shit." Again Oscar apologised, it never felt like enough, a part of him felt as if he didn't deserve the win and Lando could tell.
"Oscar." He huffed, taking a step forwards, shortening the gap. His hands cup Oscar's cheeks as he pulled them together, their lips gently pressed on each other. It was tender and familiar, the same kiss they shared at miami. The brits hands moved down, slowly sliding down to Oscar's hips, goosebumps following in suit. They pulled apart, grinning into each other as they stood, arms wrapped loosely around the other.
"You deserved this win you muppet." Lando cut off Oscar as he opened his mouth by slipping his tongue down his throat, Oscar letting out a surprised moan in response. His hands came around Lando's shoulders, pulling them impossibly closer, till every part was pressed against each other, their tongues exploring every part of each other as if they had never done this before.

**Then they live happily ever after and Mclaren strategiest retired**