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Chapter 11: The upper hand

Lando had always been the playful one. His carefree attitude, the way he’d tease and joke with the whole grid—it was his way of controlling the chaos around him. But with Oscar, everything was different. Oscar didn’t need to fight for attention, didn’t demand respect. He simply existed, steady and calm, and Lando found himself drawn to that power without even realizing it.

It started innocently enough, quiet moments after long days at the track. Small glances, gentle touches that lingered just a bit longer than necessary. But it was the way Oscar seemed to have this quiet control over Lando that always threw him off balance. Lando wanted to push back, but each time Oscar’s eyes locked with his, it was like a silent command. And he couldn’t help but obey.

Tonight was no different. They were alone in Lando’s hotel room after a rough day on track. Lando had been ranting about the team’s decisions, his frustration spilling over as he paced the room. Oscar was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him with that same unreadable expression that drove Lando mad.

“You need to calm down,” Oscar said quietly, his voice cutting through the room like a command.

Lando stopped mid-pace, turning to face him. “You can’t just tell me to calm down, mate. You don’t get it.”

Oscar’s eyes darkened, the calm slipping into something more intense. “I said, calm down.”

The air between them shifted, and Lando felt it deep in his chest—the pull, the tension. Oscar wasn’t just his teammate. He wasn’t just some guy who got under his skin. He was something more, something that made Lando feel like he could lose control at any moment.

“Or what?” Lando challenged, his voice quieter now, as if testing Oscar’s resolve.

Oscar stood slowly, his gaze never leaving Lando’s. The room felt smaller with each step he took towards him. Lando’s breath hitched as Oscar stopped just in front of him, his hand reaching out to gently tilt Lando’s chin upwards.

“Or I’ll make you listen,” Oscar murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Lando’s heart raced, his body betraying the bravado he tried to hold onto. He wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to someone else being in control. But with Oscar, it felt right. It felt like this was how it was supposed to be. His gaze dropped to Oscar’s lips, the tension between them thickening with every passing second.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Lando,” Oscar whispered, his thumb gently brushing against Lando’s jaw. “Let me take care of you.”

And there it was. The quiet dominance in Oscar’s voice, the way he held himself with such calm authority—it made Lando weak in the knees. He wanted to fight it, wanted to pretend he was still in control, but the truth was he had already given in long ago.

Without thinking, Lando leaned forward, his lips barely brushing against Oscar’s. It was tentative at first, hesitant, as if asking for permission. Oscar didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of Lando’s neck, pulling him closer.

Lando melted into it, his frustrations from the day dissolving as Oscar’s lips moved against his. There was a softness to the way Oscar kissed him, but beneath it was that same quiet control that always drove Lando wild. Oscar’s fingers tightened in his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.

When they finally pulled apart, Lando was breathless, his heart pounding. He looked up at Oscar, his cheeks flushed, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could just… let go.

“See?” Oscar murmured, a small smirk playing at his lips. “You’re much easier to handle when you listen.”

Lando couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, his tension finally breaking. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Oscar’s smirk softened into something more affectionate as he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to Lando’s forehead. “But you love it.”

Lando sighed, letting himself lean into Oscar’s embrace. “Yeah… I do.”

And in that quiet, intimate moment, with Oscar holding him close, Lando realized he didn’t need to be the one in control. He didn’t need to always be the one in charge. Because with Oscar, he could just be. And that was enough.