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Lando watched the scene attentively, one glass of champagne in his hand while his eyes were glued to the door.
And then he finally entered.
Oscar walked into the party, his coat was untied. Underneath he wore a black sweater, a reindeer with a McLaren shirt and an orange Christmas hat was on it. He slammed the door shut behind him, no wonder, it’s colder outside now.
Max immediately walked up to him and offered to take his coat, like the perfect host he is. Oscar nodded and took off his scarf too. He grabbed one of the champagne glasses from a waiter that walked past him. When he took a sip of his drink their eyes met over the rim of his glass.
Lando held up his own glass and took a sip as well. Oscar stared at him for a while until Max walked over to him and pushed him out of the doorway into the living room. Lando caught words like “blocking the doorway for arriving guests”. Then Oscar disappeared from his sight accompanied by the Red Bull driver.
He didn’t see him much that night. Oscar was surrounded by George and Kimi all night, almost like he’d transfer to Mercedes next season. And from the look in his eyes it seemed like he’d much rather have them as teammates.
Every time Lando tried to get to him, someone got in his way. If accidentally or on purpose, he wasn’t sure. One time George even stopped him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if you talk to him, mate.” And Lando just stared at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, because what? Yes he’d won the championship but everyone’s acting like he’s evil.
A monster for daring to take it away from Oscar. Outrageous for wanting to talk to his teammate. Lando was torn between laughing at George’s face and rolling his eyes. This was pathetic. Oscar had finished third place in his third season. It took Lando seven years to win. He thought he’d receive more support. Instead most of his colleagues avoided him. But what stung deeply was that Oscar was so distant.
Friendly, kind, loyal Oscar was mad at him. It was fair. But then again it was so unfair. Oscar had no right to be angry. Winning and losing is part of racing, it’s their job to accept that and keep pushing. They had to do it again and again every season. Just because he lost didn’t mean he’d never get the chance again. It was only Oscar’s third season, he could always try again.
The party was over in a flash and Lando caught sight of Oscar waving goodbye to everyone. One last eye contact and the younger driver was out the door. That was the last time he’d seen him. It was almost Christmas now.
Lando didn’t think that they’d be in no contact for the whole break. They normally texted each other weekly updates. But as the days passed by, Lando discovered through Oscar’s instagram story that he was home.
He was off to Australia until the weather gets nice again in Europe. Lando was a bit hurt to see the story of Oscar at the beach, sitting in his own apartment in London where they sometimes would spent the holidays together.
Oscar hadn’t said anything about going to Australia. He hadn’t said anything to him. Besides the Christmas card that Oscar had sent him. It was the most horrible one he’d ever received. Not because it was ugly, but because of what’s been written in it.
The days went by and they still hadn’t texted. They just silently watched each other’s stories. Lando liked Oscar’s post, the caption said 'feels good to be home'. The Australian ignored Lando’s post.
Ever so often Lando found himself staring at the ceiling, struggling to sleep. Oscar’s disappointed face kept flashing up in his mind, the pain in his eyes as he stood on the podium. He’d finished second but Max overtook him in the championship fight. Lando had wanted Oscar to win the race and finish second in the championship.
Even in his happiest moment Lando couldn’t enjoy his win, only because Oscar looked so sad. And Lando hated it. He’d waited so long for this, a strong car, a good season. In the end he’d won, but at what cost?
He’d won it all but he’d lost his everything.
Oscar had gotten off the stage the second they were allowed to leave, he’d grabbed his stuff, wished everyone happy holidays and left. Lando had tried catching up with him but all he could do was watch as Oscar walked towards his car.
The last time they’d talked was after the race in Abu Dhabi. Oscar had squeezed his arm, smiled at him and congratulated him. But his smile didn’t reach his eyes and his voice sounded strange.
Lando had noticed long before Abu Dhabi that their relationship had changed. The fight for the title was intense but he hadn’t thought that it wouldn’t ruin them. But Oscar had always been ambitious, Lando should’ve known that they would be affected. It doesn’t happen often that two drivers of the same team have a good chance to become champion. And when it does, it gets intense. Different people within the team favour one of the two drivers and the media tried to stir the drama more than necessary.
Though, Lando felt slightly guilty because when he got into accidents on the grid, the sight that flashed before him was Oscar’s face. He’d spent every free moment thinking about his teammate but when he finally walked up to the podium he forgot to say Oscar’s name. Lando eventually mentioned him in interviews but somehow he felt like he should’ve thanked Oscar earlier, with the trophy in his hand.
If two drivers from the same team have to fight each other for the title it always ends terrible. One wins while the other has to watch their dream fade away.
But usually it goes back to normal afterwards. Lando isn’t sure, Oscar is so distant now, next season will definitely start awkwardly.
Lando winced at the thought. He looked forward to every new season but after becoming champion over Oscar he felt shame. He’d walk into the building with everyone congratulating him for last season and Oscar would have to watch.
It seemed impossible. Especially if they hadn’t talked in the meantime. An idea popped up inside Lando’s head.
What if he just called?
What if he called and Oscar picked up the phone? He’d get the chance to wish him a merry Christmas. Oscar asked him not to, but Lando selfishly wanted to do so anyway.
In the following days he put up the Christmas lights he’d bought with Oscar a few years back. Small reindeers with blinking red noses, so bright that you could see them from space. Lando laughed, Oscar and his obsession with reindeers during Christmas never failed to make him smile.
Oscar had always begged him to leave the lights up for a little longer. “Come on, Lan! We can leave the Christmas lights up until January. This is our place, we make the rules!” Lando gave in every year. Partly because Oscar loved the lights so much but mostly because he referred to Lando’s apartment as their place.
The warm feeling in his stomach turned into something ugly. Back then it felt like something was happening between them. But now Oscar wasn’t here to see the decorations. In the deepest corner of Lando’s heart he hoped that Oscar would somehow know that Lando hung up the lights. Those Christmas lights, maybe they'll bring Oscar back to him.
His mum visited the next day. She asked him about his Christmas wishes. Lando asked for a football jersey from his favourite team.
But really, all he wanted on his list was that look on Oscar’s face, when they were driving through Brazil together and the radio station played the first Christmas song of the year. Lando had shook his head in disbelief. “November’s early to be playing these songs.” But Oscar had ignored his sarcastic remark, he sang along and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, following the rhythm. Now that Lando looked back and recalled how happy Oscar had been, he can see he’d been wrong.
And when the 25th of December came, Lando tried not to think about it the whole day. His family visited, they had conversations over dinner and opened presents together. His mum got him the Barcelona jersey he’d asked for. Lando tried to feel happy about it but when he thanked her he felt like a liar.
Only when his uncle brought up his championship title and asked if he could see the trophy he was reminded of Oscar.
After everyone had left and he’d finished cleaning up his apartment he grabbed his phone. He debated on calling Oscar. His thumb hovered over the contact name. One deep sigh and he pressed on the button.
The phone rang four times until Oscar accepted the call. Seconds of silence followed. Lando struggled to breathe as he heard Oscar’s breath.
“Merry Christmas, I miss you.” The words sounded pathetic. Lando wanted to slap himself, he sounded like a loser. He shouldn’t feel sorry for winning the title. But here he was, telling his teammate how he had missed him.
Oscar’s answer was harsh. „Please don’t call me.“ It reminded Lando that he had ignored Oscar’s wish. The one he’d written on Lando’s Christmas card stating that Lando shouldn’t try ringing him up. He did it anyway. He felt even worse now.
Lando stared at the screen. He’d said nothing else to him. Just hung up. After he’d told him that he’d missed him. Idiot award goes to him too. Disappointed, he went to sleep, his dreams filled with orange glitter, golden trophies and Australian flags.
He woke up and checked Instagram, like every day. He was surprised to see another post from Oscar. He wore one of his stupid Christmas sweaters, Lando had to admit that they were actually kind of cute. This one was dark blue. Of course a reindeer with a red nose was on it. Oscar held up a Christmas tree ornament. It was orange, the number 81 was written on it with glittery gold. It seemed familiar.
He swiped to the second slide. Oscar found a place for the ornament somewhere in the middle of the tree, his smile big as ever. The red nose of the reindeer on his sweater looked even redder. Lando squinted his eyes. He swiped back and forth between the pictures. A sudden realisation made him stop. The reindeer’s nose must’ve been blinking.
Just like the reindeer lights in his living room.
Lando swallowed as he took a closer look at the picture. Oscar seemed genuinely happy, he looked at the ornament, his brown hair crowning his face. He looked like a prince in the dimmed light of his living room. Lando zoomed into the ornament to get a closer look, he couldn’t quite figure out what it reminded him of.
His breath hitched as he saw a glittery number 4. It was on the other side of the 81. The ornament must’ve turned around when Oscar hung it on the tree. Lando knew which ornament it was. He’d bought it for Oscar last Christmas when the Australian was sad about them not seeing each other during the holidays. Lando had gifted it to him so Oscar had a tiny part of him at home.
He put it on his tree this Christmas. That could only mean that the call had meant something to him.
Lando liked the post and read the caption. 'Merry Christmas', he clicked more as Oscar had pressed enter quite often, 'You know it’s true that I miss you'
That was the last piece of the puzzle in Lando’s mind. The blinking nose of the reindeer, the ornament with both of their numbers, the caption referring to his call, Oscar still cared. There was hope left.
He could use this holiday to make his way back to his teammate. Maybe he was lonely too. He’d use this holiday to make it up to Oscar. For whatever reason he was angry, Lando wanted to make it okay again.
Lando put down his phone and grabbed his laptop from the coffee table. He went on Google and searched for flights to Australia. The next flight was at 8 pm. Enough time to pack. Lando filled out his personal data and confirmed the purchase.
Only when he’d closed the laptop and found his suitcase he realised what he’d done. While searching for his favourite shirt he started to overthink. What he was about to do was incredibly stupid. Oscar was upset with him and he booked a flight to Australia.
Suddenly it seemed like the worst idea ever. He couldn’t just show up at his door. Knowing Oscar he’d let him in, even if he was still mad at him.
He continued packing while his inner voice kept changing sides. The monologue inside his head died down when his doorbell rang. His mum hugged him when he opened the door. “You looked stressed. Why do you look stressed during the holidays?”
“I booked a flight to Australia.” His mum’s eyes widened before her shocked expression slowly turned into a knowing smile. “Go back to packing while I get the apartment ready for your little vacation.”
Lando silently thanked her for not asking questions and ran back to his room to finish packing. When he was done he rolled his suitcase into the living room where his mum was watering his pants. “I’ll take care of your place while you’re gone.” Like always. During the season she was here more than him.
Lando hugged her goodbye. In the doorway she smiled. “Go get your boy back.” Then she turned on her heels and left a confused Lando behind. His boy?
He had no time to think about his mother’s words for the next few hours. The airport was a stressful place, especially when you’re famous and don’t want fans to notice you. Lando surprisingly made it through the security check without any interruption, only when he waited for the boarding he saw a little girl pointing at him. Her father told her that it’s rude to point at people and apologised.
After Lando had found his seat he watched the other passengers board and soon realised that his entire row was empty. He was thankful for that, the flight would be long and he wouldn’t have been able to escape any conversation. What’s worse though, he couldn’t escape his own thoughts. And they circled back what his mum had said about Oscar.
She couldn’t possibly know about them, could she? Nobody knows. Because there’s nothing to know. So what if Oscar spent more time at Lando’s house than at his own? They’ve become more comfortable with each other, some would call it domestic but Lando tries telling himself that their friendship had simply improved.
Apparently so much that they shared a drunken kiss after celebrating a double podium too hard. But that’s nothing. They slipped up, just a stupid mistake.
A mistake that lead to Oscar breaking up with his girlfriend. Lando learned about the news three days after their kiss. He’d meant to ask Oscar what happened with his girlfriend but there was no opportunity. Lando had been confused the entire time. Was their kiss that serious for Oscar?
Lando drifted off in an uncomfortable sleep that was interrupted by food service and flight attendants explaining details about the flight. He overheard other passengers asking who’d care about these details because they couldn’t picture anything with the numbers and Lando laughed. Some people had normal jobs, normal lives. And he was sitting with them, a completely different life story.
He earned millions, could comfortably afford anything he wanted and didn’t have to worry about money. Still, when it comes to emotions and feelings he’s no different from anyone else. Some people are in love with their best friends, others with their coworkers. And that’s the case for Lando. He’s just in love with his coworker, his teammate-
Lando sat up straight in his seat. Where did his thoughts go? He’s not- he couldn’t. He stared out the window, music blasting in his ears and their kiss replayed in his mind.
He’s in love with Oscar Jack Piastri.
What. the. hell.
A flight attendant came over and asked if he needed a paper bag because he suddenly looked so pale. Lando couldn’t answer, his mouth dry, sweat forming on his forehead. He waved his hand, signalling that he was fine.
He was everything but fine.
It was too late to spiral now. The plane’s wheels touched the ground and the morning sun started to rise. When the plane was parked in its spot the other passengers jumped up from their seats to get their luggage from the storage above their heads. Soon the doors opened and they were able to leave. Lando didn’t stand up until he was one of the last people left.
His legs felt heavy as he followed the other passengers. He’d never been to Australia. Christmas trees decorated the airport, people stood at the gates with shorts and T-shirts. Right, it’s summer here.
Lando sat down and waited for his suitcase to arrive. Luckily, it was one of the first bags at the baggage claim. Lando followed the sign that said exit and saw taxis outside. That’s when he realised that he had no idea where Oscar lived. He bit the nail of his thumb as he dialled Zak’s number.
The other man picked up the phone quickly. “Lando, why do I get the honour of your call during the break?” What was he supposed to say?
‘Hey, can you give me Oscar’s address?’ Definitely not. “Uhh, yeah, sorry for ringing you up but I need Oscar’s CV.”
Silence followed, Lando thought the line had died. “Are you still there?” Zak cleared his throat. “I am. I’m confused why you need that document.”
Lando bit his nail harder. “Look, it’s hard to explain but I need his personal information.” Zak laughed lightly. “You know, when you say it like that I definitely can’t give it to you. It’s not legal to give out information about another driver.” Lando sighed annoyed. “I don’t want to sabotage him, I just want to know where he lives! Promise, I won’t kill him.”
Another moment of silence followed. “I don’t understand anything anymore but I believe it’s for a good thing. I’ll send you what you need in an email.” Lando thanked Zak and hung up, waiting for the email. He grabbed his suitcase and got into the first taxi he saw. The driver asked for an address and just then Lando received the email which contained Oscar’s address. The driver typed it in and they drove out of the parking lot.
Lando tried to think about what to say to Oscar but everything that came to his mind sounded stupid. He had no explanation for showing up here. Any worries were too late anyway because the taxi parked in front of a big house. Lando paid the man and got out. He watched as the car drove off and he walked towards the door.
It was almost 8 in the morning. Hopefully someone was awake already, he didn’t want to wake the whole house.
The doorbell rang and just a few seconds later someone opened the door. And that someone was nobody else but Oscar. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw Lando.
„Uh, Merry Christmas.“ Lando wanted to slap himself. It’s not even Christmas anymore. Amazing way to greet your teammate that dislikes you.
„You already said that two days ago. Hi.“ His voice sounded clipped. Just then Lando noticed that he was wearing running shorts and a fitted shirt. „Sorry, did I interrupt you?“
„I wanted to go on my morning run.“ Oscar sounded like he didn’t want to talk to him. „Shit, I’ll just- I’ll go back.“ Lando turned around but stopped when Oscar caught his wrist.
He laughed, it sounded mean. „Go back? Lando you can’t just go back. You literally had to fly for a whole day. My run can wait, come inside.“ He stepped aside to let Lando in. Oscar led him into the living room and Lando tried really hard to not stare at his teammate‘s bare and muscular thighs.
He had to focus. The first thing he’s doing after touching down in Australia couldn’t be ogling his teammate’s legs. “I’ve got pineapple juice, you want some?” Oscar held up the juice package. Lando tilted his head. That’s his favourite drink. “Yes please. But I thought you disliked it?”
Oscar filled a glass with the juice and put in a straw. “Hattie likes it, probably even more than you.” A smile found its way on Lando’s face but Oscar stared at him, eyes resting on him, making Lando squirm under his gaze. “I guess I was harder to forget than to leave.” The smirk was wiped off Lando’s face, he hadn’t expected Oscar to turn so cold all of sudden.
After Lando had sipped on his drink uncomfortably for about five minutes, the younger man finally left the kitchen and went into the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted down on the spot next to him.
Lando placed himself next to Oscar, keeping a safe distance. For one, because he didn’t know if Oscar was comfortable with him being close and two, because his hands were trembling with the effort of keeping himself from touching Oscar. He wanted to hug him, take his hands, touch his thighs- No!
„Soo, why are you here?“ Oscar sounded curious. Lando couldn’t tell him that he realised he’s in love with him. Definitely not. „I wanted to experience Christmas during summer.”
“You…what?” Silence followed as Oscar looked at him with wide eyes. Lando didn’t understand why he looked so upset. “Mate, here I was thinking you came for an entire different reason but you show up with this explanation.”
Lando bit his lip. He was really shit with words. “Okay yeah, I actually wanted to apologise.” Oscar frowned. “And you couldn’t do that over the phone?” The Brit threw his hands up in frustration. “You wouldn’t let me! No calls, no texts, no interaction over social media.“
Oscar tilted his head as Lando continued to ramble. “And then that stupid insta post after I called! It messed with my head so much that I took the next plane to see you because I thought it meant something.”
For a moment the confession sat in the room with them. “What?” Oscar sounded breathless. “The caption, the Christmas ornament. I just- I thought you’ve missed me too.”
The Australian scooter closer. “I did miss you, what are you in about?” It was Lando’s turn to look shocked. “Wait…but you were angry the entire time! At Max’s party and when I called you didn’t say a word.”
Oscar stared at him, fury still evident. “I lost the championship. Sorry for not wanting to celebrate.” The Brit shook his head, convinced there was something else. “That’s not an explanation for your weird behaviour. We lose all the time, but you stared at me like you wanted me dead.”
Oscar hung his head and mumbled so quiet that Lando had trouble understanding him. “You really don’t get it, do you?” Lando shrugged his shoulders. “Not if you don’t tell me.”
That was it. Anger was back on Oscar’s face. He pointed at Lando and let his words flow freely. “For years I’ve idolised you only to befriend you and realise that you’re even better in person. We drove home together, spent every free minute with each other, I was at your place more than my own and then you kissed me. You acted like my damn boyfriend the whole time and when I broke up with Lily you dropped me, just like that.”
Lando wanted to speak but Oscar waved his hand, shushing him because he wasn’t done yet. “You thought it meant something? Do you even know how I felt when I realised that this was all just a game to you? I needed distance, space to get over you and what are you doing! Showing up at my doorstep thinking I miss you. Which I do. God, Lando, you’re…you’re so-” He couldn’t finish his sentence because Lando had placed his hand on Oscar’s cheek and brushed his lips against the Australian’s.
It was soft until it wasn’t. Their kiss was laced with frustration and Lando pushed Oscar back until he could straddle him. The younger man groaned into his mouth quietly and the sound went straight to Lando’s dick which he was rubbing onto Oscar’s thighs through his shorts. Just when Oscar squeezed his waist someone cleared their throat.
The two men immediately separated and stared at Hattie who was leaning against the doorframe, sipping on pineapple juice. “Hey Lando, how’s the juice?”
Completely out of breath the man couldn’t think straight, literally. “The- the juice?”
Hattie raised one eyebrow. “I thought pineapple juice is your favourite?”
Right. Pineapple juice. “Uh yeah, it’s great.” He was sporting a semi in front of Oscar’s sister and she was asking him about a drink? “Didn’t think you were coming.” She added.
What was he supposed to say to that? “Hattie, don’t bother Lando. He just arrived.” She eyed them both. “Rude of you to not offer him anything to eat, can’t you see how hungry he is?” Hungry? She smirked at their confused faces. “I know the airplane food is horrible but please don’t eat my brother, he’s very dear to me.”
Lando blushed and Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oh my God! We’re going upstairs.” Hattie laughed. “Use protection!” She yelled after them but Oscar already had slammed the door shut.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. “So, that happened.” Lando heard himself saying. Oscar giggled before his expression turned serious. “This isn’t helping me get over you.”
“What if I don’t want you to get over me?” Lando said and Oscar inhaled sharply. “Lando…” But he didn’t let him finish. “I can’t get over you either, you’re on my mind every second. Please say that you haven’t moved on.”
Oscar took his hands. “I’m still very much in love with you.” Lando’s heart stuttered. “Do you- do you wanna be my boyfriend?”
The Australian looked slightly taken aback but the shock was gone in a moment, replaced by happiness and rosy cheeks. “Yes, more than anything.” They kissed and this time they couldn’t stop smiling into it. “Best Christmas gift ever.” Lando said as he kissed Oscar’s jaw.
“Want to know how to make it even better?” Oscar waited for Lando to nod and when he did, he pressed his thigh between Lando’s legs. Oh yeah, he was still half hard in his jeans. Lando gripped Oscar’s biceps as he grinded against him. “Fuck Osc, want you.”
Oscar pushed him down on the mattress and straddled his hips. He rocked back and forth, both men letting out low grunts and moans. He worked on Lando’s zipper while the Brit got out of his shirt. His pants were down in one swift motion and Oscar’s clothes followed.
The younger man leaned over him to grab something from his drawer. Lando’s eyes widened when he realised it’s lube. Oscar squeezed some of the liquid onto Lando’s finger and positioned them against his own entrance. “Come on, the least you can do is prep me after you’ve been a tease for such a long time.” Lando didn’t need to hear that twice, he circled the rim before pushing one finger in. Oscar leaned forward and rested his head against Lando’s shoulder.
They continued at this pace until Lando pushed in two fingers and Oscar tensed up when he scissored him. Oscar whimpered at the stretch and the fingertip grazing the spot inside of him that made his eyes roll back into his head. His hips involuntarily rocked against Lando’s. “Okay, that’s enough.” Lando took his fingers out and wiped them against the sheets.
Oscar took Lando’s cock inside his hand and positioned it against his rim. “Wait! Condom?” He wasn’t even able to form whole sentences. Oscar shook his head. “Want to feel you properly. We’re both clean, right?” Lando nodded and Oscar sunk down onto him until their hips were flush against each other.
Lando fisted the sheets to keep himself from thrusting upwards because Oscar was clearly struggling with the pain. Everything was so tight and Lando felt like he could explode. In that moment Oscar started to circle his hips and Lando moaned. Slowly, a steady rhythm developed and Lando held onto Oscar’s hips. How was this his life?
Oscar looked at him through half lidded eyes, his hair falling over his forehead and his cheeks dusted red. He clenched around him and Lando thrusted up. “Holy shit, Oscar-“ The younger one caged him with his knees as his prostata was hit with every bounce. He continued to ride him wordlessly, thighs shaking and small, helpless sounds escaping him.
Lando was so close, the sight in front of him not helping. It was so hot how Oscar was basically using him for his own pleasure. “Go on Champ, fill me, need it inside.” Lando could only tighten his grip on Oscar’s waist as a string of words left his mouth and he filled Oscar with his release. “Fuck fuck fuuuuck!” Oscar nodded his head, showing he’s close as well.
He continued to fuck himself on Lando’s dick, which started twitching from overstimulation. “Landooo..” He mumbled as cum splattered against Lando’s chest and Oscar stilled on top of him. With shaking knees he stood up and dragged Lando up with him. “Let’s shower.”
Lando was thankful for the warm water. The flight exhausted him and Oscar gave him the rest. He felt a light kiss on his neck. “You might be the world champion, but I win this one. Apparently you’re also the faster one in bed.” He turned around and saw Oscar’s smirk.
Suddenly admiration spread through his chest. The bickering, the kisses, how they acted around each other. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Lando knew that they had to figure out their relationship, especially because it’s not often that two teammates fall in love. But for now that didn’t matter. Nothing did. Only that he was standing under the shower with Oscar. His Oscar.
“I love you.” He pressed his lips against Oscar’s. When they parted Oscar smiled, for the first time in a while it reached his eyes. “And I love you.”
They spent the rest of the day in Oscar’s room, discussing their future. They went to bed early, promising to talk to Oscar’s family and McLaren the following day.
He’s thankful that Oscar hadn’t given up. At least not until recently. They had their ups and downs but they made it. Lando fell asleep with Oscar cuddled in his arms.
He woke up with messy brown hair on his chest. The sunlight warmed the room, it smelled like coffee from downstairs. It was perfect. He was here with Oscar.
His first instinct was to call his mum. He was dizzy from happiness, he just had to tell someone. On the second ring his mum picked up. “Lando, do you know how late it is here?” She sounded tired, it had to be late at night. Lando could apologise for that later. “Mum, listen to me! Oscar and I made up!”
“That’s great honey, but you could’ve told me later.” He was beaming with energy, so much that he didn’t even realise he’d slipped up until it was too late. “But mum! We’re together now!”
Lando slapped a hand over his mouth, his mum let out a giggle. “Finally!” What? “Mum?”
“When Oscar first joined and you couldn’t stop talking about him I knew you were smitten with him. Then I saw you two together and it was the most obvious thing ever. I’m happy you finally got your Christmas wish.” Lando was even more confused, he’d told his mum that he wanted something different.
“But mum I told you that I wanted-“ She interrupted him. “I knew what you actually wished for. Mum’s always know.”
She always knew. Deep down Lando had also been aware of it. It had always been Oscar.
Lando realised that being called the world champion was nothing compared to being called Oscar’s boyfriend.