Beyond the Track - Oscar Piastri bxb

The Echo of a Moment

Nick watched as Oscar walked back towards his hotel, his figure growing smaller in the soft glow of the parking lot lights. He felt the warmth of this kiss still lingering, an unexpected thrill that stayed with him, woven into every thought. It hadn't been part of the plan- if he'd even had one. The night had started as a simple drive, a chance to unwind after a long day, but it hadn't turned into something much more.

He took a slow, deep breath, leaning against the side of the car as he tried to steady himself. This was new territory for him. There was something about Oscar, something Nick had felt the moment they met in the paddock, like an unspoken understanding between them. He hadn't known what it meant then, and he's still wasn't sure now. All he knew was that, with Oscar, things felt natural in a way they rarely did with anyone else.

Finally, Nick climbed back into the car, settling into the quiet. As he started the engine, the familiar hum of the car seemed a little louder, filling the silence he would have preferred to linger in just a little longer. He drove slowly, his mind turning over every detail of the night, as if replaying it would make it more real.

The road back to his hotel was mostly empty, lit by the occasional streetlight and the faint glow of neon signs. He rolled down the window, letting the cool night air wash over him, trying to ground himself in the present. It felt surreal, the quiet intimacy he'd shared with someone who, hours ago, had been a little more than a name and a face.

As he parked outside of the hotel, he lingered in the car for a moment, unable to bring himself to go inside yet. The night felt too alive to end, and the quiet thrill of what happened played over and over in his mind.

He replayed the moment Oscar had leaned in, the way his own heart had skipped at the realisation of what was happening. There had been no time to second-guess, no time to do anything but feel. And the way Oscar had looked at him afterward- soft, open, a little vulnerable- it felt like a door had been unlocked, like they'd shared something more than just a kiss.

He hadn't expected this, hadn't come here for anything more than a job. And yet, something in him knew that he didn't want to let this connection slip away.

With a deep breath, Nick finally pushed the car door open and stepped out. As he walks toward his hotel room, he pulls out his phone, his thumb hovering over Oscar's contact. It was late, and he knew they both had an early start tomorrow, but he couldn't resist sending a quick message.

Nick: Hey. Thanks again for tonight. Hope you got back okay.

He hit send, tucking his phone back into his pocket, feeling a nervous energy bubble in his chest. It felt like high school, waiting to hear back from a crush. He hadn't felt this kind of nervousness in years and it was idly refreshing. He didn't need a reply straight away. Just the fact that he'd had tonight- that brief, quiet moment- was enough.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed, and his heart leapt as he say Oscar's name on the screen.

Oscar: Made it back. And yeah, thank you. Tonight was something special. See you tomorrow?

Nick felt his cheeks warm as he typed out a reply, his fingers moving quickly.

Nick: Definitely. Goodnight, Oscar.

He put the phone down, his mind still buzzing with excitement as he climbed into bed.

As he drifted off to sleep, he felt a quiet sense of possibility, a door just beginning to open. He didn't know where this was going to go but he wanted to see it through, one step at a time.