Because I'm scared to say the truth - Landoscar

·Chapter 9·

Oscar stood by the gates of the school, waiting for Lando to walk him home. It was a pattern they'd developed since the weekend, a small secret between them that made Oscar's heart race every time. He still couldn't quite believe how much had changed in just a few days. As he spotted Lando approaching, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey," Lando greeted him, casually slinging an arm over his shoulder. It was a brief gesture but full of warmth. They kept it light, friendly, as they moved through the crowded streets, exchanging stories about their day and avoiding any mention of the groups of friends they'd left behind at school.

"So, you coming over today?" Lando asked once they reached a quieter street, his voice softer, more serious.

"Are your parents still gone?" Oscar asked, though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear Lando say it.

"Yep," Lando replied. "House is all mine. And well... ours, if you're coming over."

Oscar blushed but nodded. "Yeah, I'll come."

The walk to Lando's house was filled with that comfortable silence that had started to develop between them. It was strange, the way Lando seemed to fit so easily into Oscar's life now. It was like they'd always been meant to find each other.

When they finally reached Lando's house, Oscar felt a familiar sense of nervousness creep in. He'd been here before, but it felt different this time, like the air was charged with anticipation. Lando opened the door, letting Oscar step inside first, and then followed, closing it behind them.

The silence of the house was comforting in a way Oscar hadn't expected. He followed Lando upstairs, to his room, the familiarity of the path making him feel at ease. Lando's room was just as he remembered a mix of organized chaos and things that showed his personality: posters of his favorite bands, a stack of schoolbooks he'd probably never read, and a bed with rumpled sheets that still bore the scent of him.

"Make yourself comfortable," Lando said, flopping onto the bed and stretching out. Oscar smiled, slipping off his shoes and joining him, lying down next to Lando. They shifted until they were facing each other, inches apart.

"So, how was your day?" Lando asked, brushing a strand of hair away from Oscar's forehead.

"It was okay," Oscar murmured. "Kind of missed you."

"Yeah?" Lando smirked, eyes flickering over Oscar's face. "I missed you too. Couldn't wait for school to end."

Oscar felt his heart flutter at the admission. He reached out, letting his fingers trace the line of Lando's jaw. "This feels... kind of unreal."

"I know," Lando agreed, leaning into his touch. "But I don't want it to stop."

They lay there, just gazing at each other, and Lando's hand slid around Oscar's waist, pulling him closer. The warmth of Lando's body spread into him, making him feel safe, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Oscar shifted, resting his head against Lando's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"You know, you're not what I expected," Oscar confessed after a while.

"What did you expect?" Lando asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"I don't know. You were always so... mean. And distant." Oscar's fingers traced patterns on Lando's shirt. "But now... it's like you're a different person."

Lando sighed, his fingers threading through Oscar's hair. "I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of what people would think if I showed how much I actually cared. Scared of how I felt about you."

"Now I don't care what anyone thinks," Lando said softly. "I care about you."

The sincerity in his voice made Oscar's heart ache. He tilted his head up, capturing Lando's lips in a kiss that was soft and lingering, tasting the truth in his words. It was like the kiss from the lake – slower, more intense, filled with the weight of everything they'd been through.

As they pulled back, Oscar whispered, "I want you, Lando."

Lando's breath hitched, and his eyes darkened, but he didn't rush. Instead, he cupped Oscar's face with both hands, kissing him deeply, tenderly, as if trying to convey every unspoken word he'd ever felt. Oscar melted into him, his hands clutching at Lando's shirt, desperate to be closer.

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, his voice husky and laced with concern. "We don't have to-"

"I'm sure," Oscar interrupted, his eyes never leaving Lando's. "I want this. I want you."

Lando kissed him again, and this time it was hungrier, more urgent. They shifted on the bed, Lando guiding Oscar onto his back, never breaking the kiss. Every touch was deliberate, every movement full of care and reverence, and Oscar felt his heart swell with emotion.

He knew this was more than just a physical connection. It was Lando's way of showing him that he cared, that he'd changed, and that what they had was real. As Lando's hands trailed down his body, Oscar closed his eyes, letting himself be lost in the moment, letting himself feel every bit of the love that surrounded them.

Lando's fingers grip Oscar's pants, slide them in and hold them there, looking at Oscar again for approval. Oscar nodded, lifting his bottom so Lando could remove them. He threw them on the floor, seeing Oscar's wet patch on his boxers. He starts sucking him, making Oscar moan loudly. He pulls down Oscar's boxers, the Aussie already hard.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay?" Lando said softly, his forehead resting against Oscar's. Oscar nodded, eyes closed, trusting Lando to take care of him. Lando's hands moved lower, touching Oscar in a way that made him gasp.

"Lando..." Oscar whispered, his voice shaking. He felt overwhelmed, but in the best possible way. Every nerve ending was alive, every touch sending a shock wave of pleasure through him. It was intense, but Lando never rushed, always giving Oscar time to adjust, to breathe "I want you in, please..."

Lando grabbed the lube from the counter, pleasuring it around his fingers. He began to kiss him as he pushed a finger inside. Oscar arched his back and moaned into the British mouth. Lando pushed another finger in, curling them and finding Oscar's prostate. He knows he manages to push right into it when Oscar lets out a louder moan.

Lando pulled his fingers out, giving Oscar a few seconds before he slowly pushed his cock into him. Oscar called out Lando's name, letting his hands fall over his head. When Oscar told him, he started moving slowly, giving Oscar a chance to get used to him. Lando started to move faster picking up a pace.

Oscar's breathing hitched, his body arching as he felt himself reaching the edge. "Lando..." he gasped, unable to form words. Lando pressed a kiss to her forehead, his movements never slowing down.

"I'm here baby, come for me," he whispered, his voice steady, and that was all Oscar needed to let himself roll over his stomach.

As the pleasure crashed over him Oscar clung to Lando, his body shaking with the intensity of it "inside Lando...ah...inside" Lando immediately followed filling Oscar as he let himself to fall on the Australian chest.

For a moment, they stayed like that, chests heaving, bodies pressed together and hearts beating in unison. Lando pulled back slightly, pressing his lips to Oscar's temple. "Are you feeling well?" he asked, his voice soft.

Oscar nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'm more than well," he replied, his voice soft. "It was...amazing."

Lando chuckled, pressing a kiss to Oscar's cheek. "You're amazing," he said, and Oscar's heart swelled with affection.

Lando cleaned them both off, sitting back on the bed. They remained wrapped in each other's arms, letting the glow of their shared experience wash over them. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them at that moment. For the first time in a long time, Oscar felt truly safe, truly wanted, and it was all because of Lando.