𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

what if... things were different

dedicated to @FerrariiiForeverrr
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Oscar crowded Lando up against the door of his hotel room, exhaling in relief as he heard the lock click shut. He could feel the Brit smiling against his lips as he held his face still, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His hands were all up in Lando's hair, their bodies pressed firmly against one another and he could already feel the way Lando was half hard against him, tiny gasps and moans escaping his lips as they embraced.

And God, Oscar was so in love with the way Lando's eyes fluttered shut and the way he threw his head back against the door, wincing slightly as he hit the back of it a bit too hard. Oscar couldn't help but laugh, massaging the place where Lando had hit himself.

He was in love with the way Lando smiled back, the way he looked up at Oscar all doe-eyed as they panted into each other's mouths, Oscar's hand on his waist tightening slightly.

He was in love with how Lando's hands looped around his neck, fingers clawing into his muscled shoulders before jumping, crossing his legs behind Oscar's back. He was so painfully in love with the small sound that came from Lando as he did so, an exhale of relief.

He was so painfully in love with the way that Lando was just content to stay in Oscar's arms for as long as he could, visibly aroused and yet so happy to wait as long as it meant Oscar was holding him, soothing a hand over his back as he breathed into the younger's neck, through weight of his head falling on Oscar's shoulder.

He had gone and fallen in love with the one person with whom he had known it was a horrible idea to fall in love with. The way Lando had acted towards him at the start of the season was nothing short of awful and yet, somehow, meant nothing to Oscar. Because it was the same person who would go to Oscar when he really needed it, the same person who trusted Oscar to take care of him enough drop into that unfocused state, where the only thing he could do was just feel.

Oscar was so fucked because Lando held his heart and was really the only one who ever could.

"I really won, didn't I," Lando mumbled, the sound muffled.

"You did," Oscar grinned, holding him just a bit tighter. "And you deserve every bit of that win, Lan."

"Feels like a dream," Lando sighed.

"Need me to prove to you that it's real?"

Lando lifted his head up and quirked an eyebrow. "And how would you do that?"

"By making sure that you can barely walk tomorrow, you can't fake that, sweetheart."

Oh.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh,' sweetheart. You like the sound of that?"

Lando only nodded in response, looking up at Oscar in this way that just made him want to hold Lando and never let go, the way Lando so innately trusted him like this. This was so so bad, Oscar couldn't look at Lando without his heart absolutely turning into a puddle on the floor, and it was certainly a matter of time before the older man figured out how badly he had fucked up.

"What do you want, baby?" Oscar murmured, since it wasn't like Lando to not try to hurry things up when he was clearly so needy, usually he'd be begging for Oscar to touch him but he was quiet.

"You'll take care of me?" Lando asked softly, his voice breathy.

Lando really would be the death of him one day.