five times lando saw oscar's face and one time the world did

the song i sing again and again

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Following Qatar were one and half of the happiest weeks of Lando’s life. All of a sudden, they were Lando and Oscar again, joking, teasing, and laughing like nothing had happened. 

Well, something did happen, but that wasn’t for the rest of the team to know. Not yet, at least. Not until after they got some time together to enjoy just for themselves. 

They enjoyed their first few days of break together, finding stolen moments together to grab a coffee, maybe FaceTime at night. 

Oscar returned to primarily wearing the mask and sunglasses with Lando when they were out around Monaco. But when he and Lando were alone, the sunglasses slipped off, tucked safely into his shirt with no risk of being trampled on. 

Lando was more than delighted, since all the exposed skin meant he could watch just how red Oscar could whenever he was flustered. Lando’s favorite method to encourage such a reaction was through a dirty joke. They never failed to get the Aussie red as a tomato. 

One time after one such joke, though, he made sure to ask if Oscar was okay with it in a hushed undertone. The Aussie let out a shy nod, mumbling under his breath that he quite liked them. So with Oscar’s approval, it quickly became his new favorite pastime, especially because he could say so little, but still get the Australian to flush. 

After those first few days, they were called back to the MTC for a couple days. There, they jostled to get into the sim, borderline tackling each other as they fought for the seat. Lando almost always won, sliding into the seat at the last second, though there were only a number of times that Oscar could “trip” right before he reached the sim and still have it be believable. 

And if the team noticed that their two drivers seemed closer than normal, they wisely decided not to say anything. 

When they returned to Monaco, they did their best to keep it slow. Casually training together, playing padel, or lounging on Max’s yacht one hot afternoon with the owner of said yacht and Charles. 

“You two are disgusting,” Max had commented fondly to Lando as the Dutchman sipped on a colorful drink. 

The two of them sat just inside the yacht, protected from the blazing heat outside by thick glass doors. They enjoyed the cooler temperature as they watched Charles and Oscar lounge on the main deck couch outside. 

Max continued, “Thank god you two got your shit together. I don’t know how many more longing heart-eyes I could take from either of you.” 

Lando gave him a half-hearted shove, too lazy to really put any weight behind it. “It was all thanks to you, mate,” Lando sighed, staring happily at his…

He struggled for a word, before settling on just… Oscar. His Oscar. Yeah, he liked that. 

His Oscar wore a black mask and sunglasses, the dark colors on his face a stark contrast against the pale blue button down and white linen shorts he wore. He looked good, a few buttons undone to expose a bit of his pale, smooth chest and the shorts riding up just enough to give Lando a look at his deliciously thick thighs. 

“Besides,” Lando said, “you should look at you and Charles. Not like you’re much better, Mr. My-Hand-Needs-to-go-Around-His-Waist.” 

Max laughed and shook his head, but his eyes stayed locked onto Charles’ relaxed form, a fond smile written across his face. “I cannot even say you are wrong.” 

A comfortable silence descended over them as they watched Charles and Oscar interact. Oscar had thrown his head back at something funny Charles said and the familiar gasping sound of Charles’ laughter was loud enough to be heard through the glass.