𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

it's gonna go to hell but hell is hot

i'm still in a fucking mood

meaning more smut that prob will extend to the next chapter

i might live to regret this but yolo bitches

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"Lan, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Oscar murmured softly, not sure when he was being this gentle to Lando so consistently but not minding it nearly as much as he thought he would. But in the same breath, how could he not. He had his teammate in his arms and absolutely in pieces, how could he not hold someone as damn beautiful as Lando and tell him that it would all be okay even if he didn't know what was actually going on?

But Oscar was only met with relentless sobbing, he had never seen Lando this torn up about something and was frankly in shock that he would dare let Oscar see him like this. A few months ago, had someone told them about this exact situation, they would have glared at each other incredulously and refused to believe it.

"Hey, Lan, it's okay," he said gently, desperately needing Lando to just talk to him, he knew Lando wasn't exactly good at hiding his thoughts and emotions and that was fine but he needed to fucking speak because what the hell was Oscar supposed to do if he didn't even know what was wrong?

The response he got was an even more violent sob, Lando's hand clenched so tightly in Oscar's shirt, his head held low. Even Oscar's hand where it always was, in his hair, was doing nothing to soothe the tremors pulsing through his body. But he wouldn't- he couldn't let go in that moment, he needed Oscar and yet that was the one person he knew he needed to push away.

He was stuck.

"Oscar," he choked out, unable to form any sort of coherent sentence. "I- I- shit," he got out, his breathing erratic once more as he continued to cry, Oscar getting progressively more worried by the second.

"Shh, it's okay, you don't need to tell me, just please don't cry," Oscar said softly, holding Lando closer to him. He always hated seeing people cry, whether that be his family or a friend or in this case his teammate who was sending mixed messages like they were random texts, on one hand clinging to him like a fucking koala but on the other, acting like he didn't exist or even more than that, deliberately trying to avoid him.

But he didn't want to see Lando cry, he was inherently wired to hate it, to not want people to need to cry. And Lando was just... in pieces, and Oscar didn't know why, and there was definitely a part of him that wondered why he cared but on the other hand, of course he cared.

It was Lando.

His teammate, granted his teammate who would rather see him off the team but still.

A guy who had truly never been good to him. Who had spoken badly about him behind his back.

To someone on the outside, they may have thought he was crazy that he cared.

But it was also Lando.

Lando, who would reach for Oscar's hand and guide it to his hair whenever he needed it.

Lando, whose eyes would go all hazy and he'd look at Oscar with total trust, safe in the knowledge that Oscar would take care of him.

And of course Oscar would, how could he not?

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Lando's cheek. He wasn't sure exactly at which point he had figured out how much they both thrived off physical touch and affection like that but he certainly wasn't going to complain.

"What's going on?" he asked, once Lando's respiration had returned to it's normal state. But he was only met with a violent shake of the head as a response.