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The race end bad for both of McLaren’s drivers. Lando knew he was supposed to take the lead after pit stop, but he didn’t, the team didn’t tell Oscar the plan.
Oscar knew he somehow would lose his place, but he thought Lando agreed to let Oscar take the lead.
They finished the race behind George Russell, P2 and P3. The garage went quiet. Nobody dared to say anything about what should’ve happened.
He got out from the car. Walking towards the garage, completely ignoring both Oscar and his team, he went straight to his driver’s room. Today was supposed to be his day, he has done so many things for Oscar and the team yet the team still done him wrong.
Mark Berryman immediately and went to Lando, tried to extinguish his anger by saying he would do better in next race.
Lando looked completely unfazed by it. He knows it’s just a white lie. McLaren have never done anything fair to both of them, not even once.
Lando shrugged Mark off, he told Mark he won’t be attending any media conferences or anything, he just wants to go back to his hotel and have a good rest.
He ignored every single person in the garage, he even walked past Oscar without even bother to ask him, why?
As soon as he arrived at his hotel, he immediately jumped into the shower. Rinsing off all of the emotions he had been feeling the whole race.
He didn't care what people or media are going to say to him, he don't care if the world are gonna calls him childish, selfish or anything similar, he just need to have a moment to let himself have a mental reset moment.
He tried to let all his emotions out by going to the bar, but he feels too empty inside, he don't know what he's been feelings lately, either he's just tired to do anything or just super confused of new rules and everything.
Going to the bar, it didn't work, getting ice cream from a local shop, that kinda work a little bit, strolling around the city, yeah, that works almost instantly.
He didn't knew he was the type of person that have to seek nature to reset their mental state.
It was 8 PM and he is still outside, he just don't care too if fans saw him or other people, he just need a moment and fresh air.
After strolling for quite some times, Lando decided to head back to his hotel room, he already felt a little bit better, well what can he say, the whole race is not 100 % Oscar's fault because he knew that Oscar would not finished a race in higher place than him when the team agreed it was gonna be Lando's, he know Oscar would ask his engineer.
Lando let out some heavy sighs, walking around the hotel building trying to still not blaming himself or Oscar. The elevator doors opened, revealing Oscar there, inside holding his phone, Oscar looked...sweaty but Lando didn't care, he got in the elevator and select his hotel room's floor, and turned out he is in the same floor with Oscar.
Wow.. what a coincidence..
Oscar have this shock expression on his face, which made Lando softly sigh, he didn't need or want an explanation from Oscar, not even one word, he saw Oscar's hand twitch, as if trying to reach Lando, but he still shrugged it off.
He looked over at Oscar once again, the younger man have a very flushed skin, like total red. As the elevator's door opened up, showing off an empty corridor, they both went to their room, which was unexpected because they're just side by side.
Oscar tried to look unbothered as possible as he can, but he can't help but to feel deeply guilty to even win the race just one position ahead of Lando.
In the room, Oscar paced back and forth anxiously, his head and heart are telling to do opposite things but his body is completely numb.
His heart are telling him to just let Lando be and once Lando seems to be a little bit better he would go and confront him, but his head said otherwise, telling him to just go and barge in Lando's room saying how much he regretted everything and he wishes he could give the win to Lando is possible but he just looked like a coward now.
Oscar cuticles are being pushed back, he even bits his nails, that's not even his usual normal things he would do when he's anxious, he sweats even more, convincing himself that if he went to Lando's room he have done his part and now it's up to Lando if Lando wants to forgive him or not.
Right.. just knock and everything is going to be fine.
Two knocks on the door, Oscar startled himself, who is it? is it Lando? The housekeeper?
He went to open the door without thinking twice, his nervous system is controlling him and he just do what his body reacted to first.
He's right.. it is Lando, Lando looked.. quite messy, messier than last week's race, Lando's face looked very tired, his curls are messy, his clothes are unbuttoned.
"Lando..? What's wrong?" Oscar asked, still behind the door, trying to get Lando speak, "..Can I come in?" His whole body felt like shutting down, "Y-yeah sure, come on in." He pushed the door towards himself more, making room for Lando to come in inside.
Lando sat on the bed, staring at his silhouette on the carpet, Oscar slowly approached him, sitting next to Lando on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to keep their personal space just to themselves. Lando looked up a little, revealing his red eyes, his face is flushed, almost like about to crash out in front of Oscar.
Oscar’s face dropped. What should he do? Is he supposed to give the race to Lando? But he knew, he wasn’t supposed to win in the first place, because both of them agreed that, this week were gonna be Lando’s.
“Hey.. it’s okay. I’m here for you..” Oscar slowly caress Lando’s shoulder, letting Lando know with him he could be weak.
“I was supposed to win, Osc. Why’d they always change plans when we’re about to crossed the finish line?” Lando’s voice cracked, His hand trembled slightly, head still looking down, his body is almost shaking.
Oscar scooted himself closer. Fully embracing Lando as he slowly caress Lando. “M’sorry Lando, I shouldn’t have listen to Tom.”
Lando shook his head, “N-no, it’s not your fault, it’s almost mine too.” His voice became more hoarse. Almost sounds like gibberish.
Lando looked up at Oscar, his face is full of his own tears, Oscar looked at him softly while caressing his cheeks, brushing off his messy curls out of his forehead.
“I’ll be here with you all night, it’s okay,” Oscar scoots themselves a little closer to the headboard, making himself resting against the soft headboard while holding Lando in his arms.
They didn’t talk the whole time, it was just Lando’s sobs and Oscar’s chest is completely drenched in Lando’s tears.
It took 30 minutes for Lando to completely stop crying and actually felt refreshing. They both sat in silence, Oscar’s finger traced lazy shapes and spiral on Lando’s body.
“Um, thank you, Osc.” Lando wiped off his dry tears on his face, facing Oscar who is still holding him. Oscar smiled softly. “Anytime.” Oscar’s hand slowly reached Lando’s right cheek, making Lando lean in more.
“You do supposed to win today, Lando.” Oscar smiled weakly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” His smile dropped, Lando reached Oscar’s hand and squeezed it.
“What past is a past, I’m just upset about not getting help from my own team.” He chuckled, who in the right mind to even fumble the ‘golden boy’ of McLaren?
Oscar tried to form a smile, but he can’t help but to feel sympathy for Lando. Oh, is this finally Lando feels how he has been feeling this whole time?
“Is this what you encountered every single race after the team asked you to give me the position?” Lando looked up at Oscar, his eyes are still red, his cheeks still have a visible evidence that he just cried.
Lando’s hands trace circle on Oscar’s chest. “Yes, but as days and weeks passed, I did get used to it and I felt normal about it. Even when I got P2.”
“And of course, everybody wants to win, you want to win, I do too, but sometimes I just can’t help but to earn the win to myself without the engineer or anyone controlling me but what can I do? I have to follow the process, don’t you think so?” Lando’s cheeks felt warm now, Oscar’s just constantly rubbing them.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve been a terrible teammate,” He laid his head down on Oscar’s chest, “You’re my first and probably my last teammate, Lando.” Oscar slowly pulled Lando’s head up.
“And I couldn’t wish to have another better teammate, but yes, having to watch you win every time does make me feel a little bit challenging but seeing how happy you are makes it even more better.” He caressed Lando’s cheeks, slowly pulling Lando’s body to made them talk face to face.
“I’ve always been a fan of you, you could say, I’m the luckiest fanboy to ever lived,” Lando chuckled, “Why do you even idolise me? I think it’s more reasonable if you’re a fan of Max or Daniel.”
Their faces are just an inch away, they could feel their breath against each other. Both looked completely in dazed.
“I think it’s because I need an inspiration from somebody who is almost the same age as me?” Oscar tried to made his reason reasonable, while he himself forgot what was the real reason he liked Lando that much when he wasn’t still in F1.
“Really? Hm.. that’s interesting.” Lando tapped Oscar’s face, slowly leaning in.
He leaned in, making Oscar already closing his eyes, “May I?” He asked. He only received a nod as a reply.
The kiss was slow, slow but passionate. The sounds were wet. Wet enough to made Oscar drool.
“Mhm.. do you feel better now?” Oscar asked, he’s cupping Lando’s cheeks. “Much better.” Lando smiled against his lips and Oscar’s.
He slowly leaned in again against Oscar’s lips, his hands caressed Oscar’s sides. He let out mumbles and sounds, making Oscar laugh.
“Haha! You’re making me laugh!” Oscar laughed, even showing his bunny teeth.
“I’m glad you found me funny too other than inspirational.” Lando softly smirked. “Can I stay here for tonight?”
“Of course you can, but you have to take the left side, will you?” “Yes! Alright, I’m not complaining.”
They settled up on the bed, nobody knows what kind of relationship that they have, teammates but kissed each other, friends that cuddles, a fan and an idol having a ‘fan fiction’ relationship.
“I like you, Osc.”
“..I like you too, Lan.”
They shared a slow, passionate kiss, and closed their eyes for the night.