READY OR NOT - Landoscar

29 - I See You

The night wrapped around Lando like a thick, velvety cloak, its darkness punctuated only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Shadows danced across the walls of his room, creating a flickering tapestry of light and dark that mirrored the tumult within his heart.

Lando sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing as he replayed the moments he had shared with Oscar—the laughter over raw meat, the tender exchanges, and the unspoken bond that had grown between them like an ivy creeping up a wall, persistent and beautiful. He could feel the weight of the night pressing down on him, urging him to confront the feelings he had been nurturing in silence.

Oscar stood by the window, framed by the moonlight, his silhouette sharp against the soft luminescence. He was an enigma, captivating and ethereal, with an air of both comfort and danger. His presence filled the room, yet he seemed so far away, lost in his own thoughts, as if he were a figment of Lando's imagination rather than a tangible being standing just a few feet away.

Lando took a deep breath, feeling the tension in the air crackle like static. "Oscar," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with the weight of everything unspoken. "Can we talk?"

Oscar turned slowly, his caramel-brown eyes glimmering with curiosity, drawing Lando in like a moth to a flame. "Of course," he replied softly, the gentleness in his tone coaxing Lando to continue.

Lando shifted on the bed, feeling his heart race as he searched for the right words, the right way to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he started, each word tinged with trepidation. "About what this is... what you are to me."

Oscar's expression shifted, curiosity mixing with concern as he stepped closer, the air around them thickening with unspoken understanding. "And what is that?" he asked, his voice steady yet laced with vulnerability.

Taking a deep breath, Lando pushed through the fear that threatened to hold him back. "I don't know how to explain it," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. "But I feel something for you, something that goes beyond friendship. You've become so important to me, and I can't shake the feeling that there's a connection between us that I can't ignore."

Oscar stood before him, a flicker of something—hope, perhaps—crossing his features. Lando could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way he leaned ever so slightly forward, as if he were hanging on every word. "I feel it too," Oscar finally said, his voice soft but resolute. "It's always been there, lurking beneath the surface."

The admission hung in the air, electric and charged, and Lando felt a wave of relief wash over him. "So what do we do about it?" he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation. "What does this mean for us?"

A pause lingered between them, filled with unspoken possibilities, as Oscar's gaze bore into Lando's soul, reading the depths of his uncertainty. "I don't want to hide anymore," he said, his tone dropping to a whisper. "I want to be seen, to be understood. I want to share this connection with you, no matter how complicated it may be."

Lando's heart swelled at the declaration, hope igniting within him like a flame. He rose from the bed, the space between them shrinking until he was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Oscar's body. The moment felt suspended in time, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this fragile, perfect instant.

With gentle courage, Lando reached out, his fingers brushing against Oscar's arm, feeling the heat of his skin beneath the fabric. "Then let's stop hiding," he said, his voice barely a whisper, laden with intention. "Let's embrace what we have."

Oscar nodded, his breath hitching slightly as their eyes locked. Lando could see a world of emotions swirling in Oscar's gaze—longing, fear, hope—a myriad of feelings converging into a singular moment of vulnerability. As the distance between them disappeared, Lando felt an overwhelming urge to bridge the final gap.