Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Yin & Yang | Landoscar

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: maxpleequ 

First time writing a driver x driver! 4,700 words ahhh 🐨
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Lando was bored. The kind of bored that made his fingers itch to cause chaos and unfortunately for Oscar, who was sitting next to him on the private jet to Miami...Lando's preferred method of entertainment, was currently him.

The moment Oscar had settled in his seat, headphones on, Lando had been eyeing him. He tried watching a movie, taking a nap and listening to music...but it wasn't fun. Now three hours later, he decided he'd had enough of sitting still.

Without warning, Lando poked Oscar in the stomach.

Oscar jerked slightly, swatting at Lando's hand without even looking up. "Stop it Lando."

Lando smirked, ignoring the warning. A few minutes later, another poke.

Oscar flinched again, taking out one headphone to glare at him. "MATE."

"Yes?" Lando said innocently, as if he hadn't just jabbed him in the side.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Oscar scolded.

Lando raised his hands. "I would, but I seem to have developed a condition where my fingers must annoy you."

Oscar rolled his eyes and went back to his music. Lando, of course, took that as an invitation.

Another poke.

Oscar grabbed his wrist this time, yanking it away. "Lando! Kim and John are literally sitting right there."

Across the aisle, their physios, Kim and John, were deep in their own conversation, looking at workout routines on their tablets. They seemed unaware of Lando's antics.

"They don't care," Lando whispered, smirking.

"I care," Oscar shot back, but he still hadn't let go of Lando's wrist.

"Oh? So you like holding my hand, then?" Lando wiggled his eyebrows.

Oscar groaned, releasing him immediately. "You're unbearable."

"You love it."

"I deal with it," Oscar corrected, finally turning in his seat to look at him. "And I swear, if you poke me again-"

Lando took the challenge head on, quickly pressing a finger into Oscar's side before he could finish his sentence.

Oscar gasped dramatically before lunging at him, trying to grab both of Lando's hands before he could do any more damage. But Lando was fast, twisting in his seat and laughing uncontrollably as Oscar wrestled with him.

"Keep it up Lando...and I'll put you in a timeout," Oscar threatened, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably.

"What are you gonna do? Ban me from the snack fridge?"

"No, but I will tell Kim to double your cardio sessions, because you and I both know you ate fifteen spring rolls last night...and three jaffa cakes."

Lando's face dropped. "You're taking the piss...you wouldn't."

Oscar smirked, victorious. "Try me."

Lando narrowed his eyes. "Fine. I'll stop..." He trailed off, then added under his breath, "for now."

Oscar sighed, shaking his head, but he couldn't hide the happiness in his face as he settled back into his seat.

Lando, apparently unable to let it go, leaned in closer and whispered, "You're so cute when you're mad, by the way."