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If he hears one more "how do you feel about your teammate having more wins than you and extending his championship lead now?" Lando might rip his ears off. And Oscar, standing in the background, just out of frame, and watching him, probably got tired of hearing that too.
He sighed to himself and, as he looked at Lando, him mind jumped back to Australia, it was Lando who pulled him out of the media when he was obviously having a bad time, now might be the right moment to return the favour.
He blinked, snapping back to reality and nodding as he walked up to Lando, fully in frame now as if they were doing the interview togeder all along, and he gave him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.
Of course Lando stopped talking and lit up immediately.
"See you at the party?" Oscar crooked his head.
"Party? Like, you're coming?" Lando huffed, confused, because it's weird to even pretend Oscar comes to team parties that aren't mandatory.
"Mega weekend for the team, I think I'll take it. Don't get used to it though." he grinned, and of course Lando beamed right back at him.
"Yeah, stealing my win was mint." Lando teased back, patting Oscar on the back.
"Well, no, you had last year, it's my turn now!"
"We're taking turns?" Lando laughed back at him, "Because, in that case, next triple header is all mine."
"Red bull '23." Oscar crossed his arms, looking at the camera.
It's been more and more common for them to make jokes about old teammates, old strategies, whatever really, it was their habbit way of bullying them, but it came out of love for eachother, like saying that, if they need to be in that position, they'll pull through it, it won't be the end of their world, not after they got through Hungary.
After that, Oscar left, just going off screen again, but still watching from the corner. It was worth it, knowing he cheered Lando up, if even a little, because he was beaming now.
And, after that interview, they left togeder, Oscars arm wrapped around Landos shoulder and Landos around Oscars waist as they walked in the background of Kimis interview, chatting on their way back to the team.
"You can let go of me, mate, what's all this?" Lando nudged him, slightly digging his fingers int he meat of Oscars side, making him giggle.
"What? Say thank you for pulling you out of that!" he squirmed, pushing Lando off of him slightly, but still keeping him close.
"Yes, my saviour, thank you." Lando rolled his eyes, but as sarcastic as he was, he was still grateful, he knew he'd have to hear more of it if it wasn't for Oscar to pull him out.
When they got out of the media pen, it was cameras all on them again as they walked to the hospitality, recording their post race video still tangled in eachother. The people would ask, of course they would, fans couldn't not blow up, especially with Oscars slightly rosy cheeks from Lando squeezing his hip right before the video started. Luckily, they wouldn't know things were actually happening between them, they could just speculate, make their little jokes, but they wouldn't belive that Oscar and Lando actually have something going on, and it's for the better, they don't need to know, they prefer to keep that circus off themselves, which is why that is just for them to know, not the media, not the team, maybe their families in the future, but right now, it's for them.
Sure, going to their drivers rooms to change before the team pictures, where they might get sprayed with champagne again, isn't belivable, so they still have to pull through that before they get to the quiet of Landos room, but, man, do they need that quiet.
Sure, it's more messy than Oscars, but it feels good, more lived in, and they don't mind it if they reek of sweat and champagne when they strip down to their boxers and lay down on his sofa bed, tangling their limbs again as if that's how they were meant to be all along, but they belong like that, impossibly close to eachother, skin sticking to skin like glue, Oscars face pressed down into Landos messy curls, but it's them, it's all them, and it's a side of them that should be kept for their eyes only.
The way Lando whines, lifts his head ever so slightly just to press his lips to Oscar until they are bruised and swollen, shiny with saliva, but it feels like they belong, and they do, they bathe in the love they give to eachother, because they understand it, they know how they feel after good and bad races, they experience it first hand, and it feels good for both of them to have someone who understands like that.
Oscars hand presses to Landos cheek, just enough to keep his head tilted, enough so they can stare into eachothers eyes and feel like they get lost, lost in a place they know all too well. Both of their eyes are red and puffy from the champagne, and maybe Landos sting a bit with tears that would threaten to come if Oscar wasn't here for him, but he is, so he doesn't need to cry.
Oscars eyes close as he lifts up Landos head slightly, presses a kiss on the one year old scar that still lingers as a small dent on his nose, and it feels right.
They've had close calls with the team, more and more recently, and they might start to suspect things, this might not be something they can talk their way out of, say they are just close, that Lando just needed a bit of comfort, because that would be a decent excuse for the snuggling, but it doesn't explain them being naked down to their boxers, it doesn't explain the kisses or sleeping in eachothers arms.
But does it have to?, Lando wonders, because it doesn't feel like it has, like they need to keep explaining themselves.
"I love you." Oscar whispers, his breath warm against Landos face, and it smells like champagne too, maybe Lando would complain had it been a different time, but it's not, it's now, and everything feels right now.
"I love you more." Lando sighs, and snuggles closer into Oscar, presses his face into his neck and squeezes his back.
"No you don't." he laughs, but his tone is teasing, and they're sappy, they wouldn't have expected it 2 years ago, they also wouldn't have expected to win 2 years ago.
And maybe, just maybe, Lando will catch up, and things will stay the same between them.
But either way, Oscar needed this a few races ago, in Australia, and Lando needs it now, in Miami, and the world didn't end when it happened to him.