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Oscar hated nothing more than time zones and uncomfortable hotel beds but the thing he hated the most was sneaking down corridors to snuggle with Lando in bed.
Yet the flight out to Vegas was a lot, the time zone change wiped him out more than he would ever admit even if Lando could see it written all over his face, the delays pulled him in more ways than he wanted to be emotionally.
Then came the overwhelm of not getting laps in fp2 that settled in his chest, if he had to explain it he would say it felt somewhere between an elephant and his own mclaren car balanced on his ribs. It felt stupid, the way he couldn’t even keep his emotions stable enough to get through on rubbish session anymore.
That night held the promise of lando staying long enough for Oscar to be fully asleep in his arms, koala wrapped between them. Before reluctantly padding back to his own room and the empty chill of his own bed.
By the time his alarm goes off the sun is already peaking through the curtains which he knows Jon would be slightly disappointed in but still he pushes himself up just enough to rest on the pillows and rubs at his eyes as he tries his best to wake up. His phone showing the missed messages from oscar
Osc 🐨
can i come over
heads okay just want you
Sent 11:36
Max 🏓
playing cs with the boys if you want to join a short game before fp3
sent 11:38
He pulls his laptop from where he had abandoned it on the bed the previous night and opens up his discord to join Max, also pulling up CS for a round or two before their transport was due. He hearts oscars message as approval that he can come over.
Then comes the soft knock against his door “one minute boys” he says muting his mic.
The sight that meets him is unexpected to say the least, the assumption that it was Jon checking that he was awake and not Oscar from the lack of reply, yet the mess of hair and sleepy soft eyes framed by the slightly oversized top and joggers made his heart melt “can I” Oscar says then motioning at the space the other side of Lando’s door “Yeah sorry.. it’s just I’m on stream with max” “I’ll be quiet” its a promise that threatens to out them if broken. Once inside he puts his backpack by the door and straight away heads for Lando's bed.
“Just the team checking I’m up” he says after unmuting his mic. It takes a moment of adjusting to get comfy on the bed before he speaks again, laptop on his legs and Oscar tucked into his side, head somewhere across his chest.
“Want to open some chests boys” he says then, it startles Oscar slightly at the volume, he taps against Oscars side “I’m gonna message max” he mouths to him before placing a kiss to his forehead.
Lando settles into his game play with the slight comments between him and max before they get fully immersed into it. Oscar loves their friendship so much and even if Lando isn't always fully open with him he knows he is with max.
He shuffles against Lando while they are playing their last round, his head suddenly in overdrive, his hands clasp against his ears as the sound emits from the laptop, he doesn’t recognise Lando mute the call before he is speaking again “hey whats up” its soft “you seem really fidgety, can i have your hands” he places his own over Oscars “thats it” he reassures as Oscar removes his hands and place so them into Lando's lap.
“I’ll be back for the next round” Lando says as he unmutes for a moment attention then directly back on Oscar, his body trembling under Lando's touch “Osc did you take your meds” it suddenly hits him how easily he knows Oscar forgets to take them especially when they change countries and time zones. Something about it must register in his head because he is shaking then, “gonna message Artturi okay” he says taking Oscars own phone “then we will work on this until he can get them” he gestures to Oscars breathing.
hey its Lando, just wondering if you have any of Oscars meds he hasn’t been taking them and its bad -
in room 12, hes with me
Sent 11:52
He places the phone down eyes trained back on Oscar “osc what do you need.. a hug.. some water… your hoodie…” he trails off as that gets an immediate yes, his eyes find his backpack that looks exactly like the team ones but is full of all the things between him and Artturi decided were essential for moments like this.
Lando pulls out his ‘good times club’ hoodie, putting his backpack on his bed, adapted to be slightly weighted in the sleeves and helps him pull it over his head. The sleeve cuff coming to rub at his lip “you are doing so well osc” he says before being cut off by the sound of a knock at their door. When he opens it Artturi is outside with Oscars pouch of meds, stepping into the room before joining him where he was sat legs pulled to his chest “hey bud lets get these in you” he hands over his meds and a bottle of water, “ill ask the team to arrange slightly later transport to the track, we have time for this to pass” he says to lando its the most gentle he thinks he has ever heard him “they should start working in the next ten minutes or so… let me know okay” he says before standing and letting himself out of the room and Lando thanks the fact that the whole section of hotel is restricted this weekend.
“Want a hug” and Oscar knows he wants nothing more than that, to be held through this “he said the meds will start working soon” he says as he wraps his arms around Oscar's trembling body.
They stay like that for a while, Oscar mirroring Lando's breathing pattern until between the meds and the weight of Lando it starts to get easier and the thoughts in his head slow slightly.
“Lan…. I think I'm okay now” he says shuffling back out of Lando's embrace suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of Lando all over him, “sorry that just suddenly got a lot” he tails on the end his cheeks flushing a darker pink “I think the meds are working…. Im sorry I forgot and ruined your game” he says its full of shame that he forgot his own meds and couldn’t even have one single moment just full of warmth pre quali, “I’m glad you came here.. max doesn’t mind, you are more important” he smiles, genuinely, the warmth settling in his chest.