𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

clarity of the present, uncertainty of the future

"wE WeRe RoBbEd" no you guys weren't this book has had so much smut i don't want to hear it.

dedicated to @tinkersreads 

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It was infinitely better like this, Lando tucked into Oscar's side, the Aussie gently stroking a hand through his hair, pressing the odd kiss to his forehead or cheek.

It wasn't to say Oscar would leave Lando hanging, so desperate for him, but the intensity was completely toned down to something Lando could actually tolerate without feeling so damn overwhelmed, it had been all quiet whimpers as Oscar had brought him to orgasm, and of course he was there to hold him and soothe him and reassure him that everything would be okay.

He had Oscar, of course it would be okay.

If nothing else went his way, Oscar wouldn't leave him. At least he could hope, Oscar would still give him what he needed which had gone from sexual pleasure alone to also someone to hold onto.

If nothing else, Oscar led to Lando's almost instant discovery that his love language was undoubtedly physical touch. 

Not that he loved Oscar. Just that it was his love language, and Oscar was happy to provide.

He nuzzled into Oscar's side, sighing and seeking out warmth as if the Aussie wasn't pressed up against him, but he wanted, no needed to be closer.

"Let's talk about it," Oscar murmured.

"Don't wanna."

"I'd rather make you uncomfortable now rather than see you crying the way you were earlier, sweetheart."

And Lando had cried for a long time, in fact, the second he had admitted just how far from okay he really was, he couldn't hold back even a bit of the emotion that he had been restraining the entire weekend. He couldn't help but sob, hating how vulnerable he looked in front of Oscar but at the same time so incredibly grateful that it was Oscar, someone who knew him so intimately, physically at least, someone who he had grown to subconsciously trust.

Any of the awkwardness Lando had feared never actually happened, it was almost as if Oscar had been in this situation before with the way he instantly helped Lando into some clothes, holding him and soothing him in a way that had never made the Brit feel so appreciated, so... seen.

And even when he had begged Oscar to still make him come despite the Aussie's hesitance, it had been all gentle, no hurried movements as Oscar stroked him to orgasm, so maddeningly gentle in both his touch and his words.

But now, this was far from foreign, and yet so new at the same time.

Oscar holding him as Lando cuddled up to him? That had happened countless times before.

Oscar forcing Lando to talk about something that he had been trying to avoid? That was new.

Well Oscar asking him wasn't knew, but the way Lando actually wanted to comply was new.

"You're so stubborn," he groaned.

"Learned it from you."

"God Oscar, just shut u-"

And before he could finish that sentence Oscar had pulled him into a searing kiss, pressing Lando down into the sheets and kissing every last word out of him.

"Now will you speak?" Oscar murmured against his lips.

"I- yeah," Lando panted.

"What got you so overwhelmed earlier?"

"Everything, shit weekend, then the fear that Max actually knows about us, then what he said to me, and then with the way you have this chokehold on me every damn time we have sex it was just... too much," Lando confessed.