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“So, who did you think was the best then?” Lando murmured into Oscar’s hair.
”You’re comfy,” Oscar’s brain helpfully supplied. “Uh, I don’t know. Probably Logan.”
”You’re just saying that cause he’s your best mate.”
Oscar nuzzled his head into Lando’s chest, into the soft jumper (Oscar’s soft jumper, God knows when Lando stole it), as gentle hands ran over his back. It was sweet, innocent, unlike how Oscar’s stupid, lovesick mind made it out to be. He’d wanted it to be more than sweet and innocent for a while now to be quite honest but the words could never make it out of his mouth.
Or maybe they could and Oscar just never said anything because he expected rejection. He always expected rejection.
”No, I’m just saying that because I can’t think when you cuddle me.”
”No, I’m saying that cause he has a nice cock.” It wasn’t a lie, more like a half truth. Logan did have a nice cock but Oscar couldn’t think clearly enough to decide whether he was the best or not.
”Well yeah I guess but Max’s is bigger.”
”Yeah and wonky,” Oscar huffed into Lando’s chest.
Lando snorted, “maybe some people like that,” as he ran his fingers through Oscar’s golden hair.
It was stupid, ridiculous really, but he wished- foolishly- that he could spend forever like this. Wrapped up in Lando’s arms. Hidden away from the world. Just them.
They often found themselves in Lando’s bed, nothing scandalous, just cuddling. Late at night, the two of them would just lie there and talk, usually about the rest of their flatmates.
Both of them had earned a reputation of being a bit of a slut by, well, sleeping with all of their roommates. (Except each other, funnily enough.)
But, nonetheless, it still worked. Everyone got along with everyone. No one mentioned seeing another naked. Until Lando and Oscar were alone, then they talked about everything. All of their friends cocks and stamina and skill. Weirdly, they had almost bonded over it.
“You know, I’ve never seen yours,” Lando’s voice cut through Oscar’s thoughts, bringing him back to reality.
”What?”
”Well, you know. We’ve never fucked.”
And all of a sudden, Lando’s gentle hands began to feel a lot less innocent, despite him not moving them an inch.
”Yeah and we’re not going to,” Oscar said firmly, decisively. “I thought you actually wanted to just be friends but oh god I should’ve known. All you want is sex.”
Oscar pushed away from Lando harshly, clambering off the bed. Obviously he wanted Lando, he wanted him more than anything. But not just sex. He couldn’t do just sex. Not with Lando.
“Osc, stop. Fuck. Wait. I don’t just want sex, I want to be friends too. We don’t have to have sex, I’m sorry.”
“Mate, just stop. I’m not gonna fuck you. I can’t believe I actually thought we were best friends. I’m so fucking stupid.”
Oscar glared down at Lando one last time before storming off and slamming the door behind him.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. What was he supposed to do when the guy he’s madly in love with wants ‘just sex’ with him?
The door swung open with a loud bang.
“Osc,” Lando called after him, as Oscar fumbled with the handle to his own room. He just needed to be alone. “Oscar. Fuck, Osc, please can we talk?”
“No, we can absolutely not talk.”
With a choked breath, Oscar slipped into his room, shutting and locking himself in. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t look at Lando the same.
Oscar had foolishly thought, hoped, that Lando was “The One.” He’d dreamt of it. Wished for it. And then Lando had to go ahead and ruin everything by making it clear he just wanted sex. He probably didn’t even want friendship. Just Oscar’s body.
“Oscar.”
Oh, for fucks sake. Could that man not take a hint. “I don’t want to talk right now, Lando.”
”Please Oscar, please can you just let me speak. Please listen.”
Sinking down to the floor, Oscar rolled his eyes. Lando would talk whether Oscar agreed or not and they both knew it. If Lando wanted to tell someone something, he would (eventually). It was both a blessing and a curse.
”I’m taking your silence as a yes by the way. Osc, I’m not really sure why you’re so upset. Like I get that it was shitty of me to ask for sex but I feel like you wouldn’t react this strongly if it was just that,” Lando spoke gently through the wood.
And fuck, Lando always could read him too well.
“Leave me alone Lando,” Oscar groaned into the dark, oak door. It was just a thin piece of wood and yet it seemed to keep Lando and Oscar worlds apart. A physical barrier just like the barrier between their thoughts.
”No. Osc, please can I just tell you this. I don’t want just sex with you.”
Oscar snorted at the ridiculousness. Obviously Lando wanted just sex. That’s all he ever wanted with anyone.
“Oscar, I’m serious. I- oh this is so stupid. Fuck, I- uh, I was trying to flirt with you.”
Cold metal tingled against Oscar’s fingers as he unlocked the door and pulled it open. Lando, of course, had been leaning against the door and fell backwards into Oscar, who let out a full body, hopelessly in love laugh. The kind he only made at Lando.
“Hi,” Lando blinked, head on Oscar’s feet. “Um, seriously, I was attempting and clearly failing at flirting.”
”Why though?” Oscar asked as he peered down at Lando. Perfect, chestnut curls framed his glowing, unfairly sculpted face as sea green eyes blinked slowly up at him- almost like a cat.
“CauseImmadlyinlovewithyou,” a blur of words raced out of Lando’s mouth.
Oscar frowned, confused, as the beautiful, ocean eyes stared up. Waiting.
”Yeah, Lan, you might want to say that again. A bit slower so I can actually hear you would be nice.”
Lando sighed, Oscar would suspect it was a nervous sigh if he didn’t know any better. Lando didn’t have anything to be nervous about, after all.
”I’m- I’m madly in love with you. To the point where it makes me do stupid things like ask for sex when I really want so much more.”
Oh.
Maybe he did have something to be nervous about.
”Oh, Lan. I love you too, you fucking idiot. Why do you think I refused just sex so fast?”
The second the words left Oscar’s lips, Lando was up and in his arms.
Oh my. Oscar had often thought about how gorgeous Lando was, but up close, knowing he could have him, this made him so much more beautiful.
Gently, Lando curled a hand around Oscar’s face, the rough fingertips holding him surprisingly softly, as his eyes flickered down to Oscar lips, a silent question to which he got a nod in response. And with the (non existent) grace and eloquence of their entire relationship, Lando pressed a featherlight kiss to Oscar’s lips.
And another.
And another.
Oscar laughed, giggled really, as Lando went in for another kiss and pulled back just enough to say “Be my boyfriend?”
With another kiss and a blinding smile, Lando murmured “Obviously, you muppet,” into Oscar’s mouth.