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It's late by the time he gets back from his day with Max, filming for quadrant and then a late spring evening walk with Rio around the park was exactly what he needed to clear his head. He wasn’t exactly tired but felt enough that a little gaming session would finish off the day quite nicely.
The flat is dim when he pushes open the door that familiar warmth hitting him “Osc.” he calls out, echoing around the rooms. A flicker of light comes from the gap in the door, keyboard clicks fill the silence where Oscar is so focused.
He shrugs off his coat then dips into the kitchen and grabs a drink and second for Oscar, a carton of chocolate milk, before heading to their gaming room.
“Thought I’d try to get your cs score up..” he hums out, his mind suddenly clouding with how pretty Lando looks in this light. His white shirt collar unbuttoned poking through the gap where the zip of Oscars quarter zip falls loose, he's got that smile he reserves just for him too.
His curls are a mess, it takes everything in Oscar to not stand and run his fingers through them. Only him, Lando, would say. Only he has permission to touch his hair.
“Change then cuddle,” Lando gestures to his clothes, it's starting to feel a little uncomfortable in the heat that warms the flat, Oscars oversized hoodie that falls across their bed already calling his name and probably a pair of Oscars joggers that he will pull from their shared drawers.
“Come here,” it’s laced with sleep, the kind that settles where the birds rest in trees and bedsheets rustle when he returns. Lando does as he's told, he always will for Oscar, settles down on his lap. His thighs drive him insane, not that he would ever really tell Oscar.
A hand meets the space above Lando's hip and a chin dips into his shoulder. Lando takes control of the keyboard clicking away, loading up the next round. He pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up maxs name wanting a game, playing with the idea of a late night stream of his own.
Oscar's thumb occupies the gap between Lando's hip and tummy, soothing him back to a place where he is led fully against him. Oscar sleepily kisses against the back of his neck, a silent confirmation that he was alright being there “gonna do a little stream okay.. I’ll keep you hidden..” their little secret.
The joint plane journeys that must be coincidence, sneaking into the same building on the outskirts of London, slipping down hotel corridors with the other room key to arms that hold the other until sleep takes over then a joint wake up that Jon and Artturi take in turns. They both know, of course they do.
“Hey chat,” he starts, the music and game play already taking over the silence that holds over the flat. Oscar sits quietly behind him, thumb absentlymindedly continuing to rub circles against him, his hoodie accidentally pulls up as Oscar changes grip.
Lando plays for a while, he wins two rounds with max before loosing their third, his usual teasing annoys max in the way best friends work. Then switches to a full screen approach, everyone can see him in full now, the hood of Oscars hoodie hiding almost all of Oscar.
He can’t really tell when it happens but somewhere between the second and third game the hand on his hip stopped moving, he could feel the way Oscar softened slightly underneath him, his whole body going more pliant under his own.
‘Who’s hand is that’ ‘who’s behind Lando theres hair’ his eyes skim the chat, he can’t out Oscar like this not while he's asleep under him. He yanks down on his hoodie, not enough to displace Oscar's hand, clearly there for his own comfort now’ but enough to hide it from view. He shuffles his own head over to cover where Oscar's hair can be seen. It's a mess by most standards, he wants to touch.
He ignores the comments focusing more on the questions regarding the new season and how the car is looking, he answers a few about Oscar but not revealing anything that is actually happening between them.
"Is that Oscar's helmet’ catches his eyes quicker than it should “yeah this is Osc’s, we swapped them towards the end of the season.. realised we hadn’t done it.” His cheeks blush under the computer screen light when Oscar moves his hand in his sleep.
He chats for a bit longer, Oscar eventually shuffling under him which pulls him back to the moment. He ends the stream before Oscar is conscious enough to out them, “this was fun chat, hopefully do this a bit more often.” he says before turning it off. He double then triple checks its completely off before moving.
“Hey sleepy,” his voice is soft, “think we need to get you to bed.” Lando continues, Oscar letting out a yawn. He's comfy Lando can tell by the reluctance to push Lando off his lap, his legs must be dead by this point they don’t normally sit like this for hours.
Oscar's eyes drift closed again until Lando pokes him awake. He gets up himself, peeling Oscar's hand off his side then pulls him up by it. “First one into bed gets to snuggle”
They brush their teeth side by side before climbing into bed, Oscar pulling back the duvet for Lando to slip under his arms immediately finding Lando's waist and pulling him back against his chest.
Lando watches reels on his phone while Oscar journals, it's their new routine that followed some more difficult conversations in the mid season, Lando lets him take the time he needs to let out the day.
His hand snakes around Lando's tummy when he is finished, his other finding the space where Lando's curls meet his neck. They do this every evening, Lando's head resting down on Oscar's chest, his breathing lulling him down into rest. “I love this” Oscar says to nothing in particular, but the moon carries it for the night. Lando doesn’t say anything but hums in a way that Oscar knows.
He kisses against his curls until the weight changes against him, the soft snores filling in where the fridge hums and ends. Eventually he lets himself settle down, head falling lazily against the pillow into his own sleepy dreams.