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Oscar stood leaning in the doorway to his teammate's hotel room, one hand frantically switching between resting on the doorframe or nestling in his hair, the other hand firmly gripped his hip. He settled on placing his hand on the doorframe only to dart it downwards, rapping his knuckles firmly against the smooth door. He couldn't believe he'd actually knocked. Obviously, he'd begun imagining how the scene would play out but his impulses seemed to speak for themselves, forcing the situation to begin immediately.
He heard the lock click.
The door swung open, revealing Lando, freshly showered, his curly hair falling in front of his twinkly brown eyes. It felt like Oscar had knocked at a vulnerable time, Lando looked exhausted, though his eyes did glimmer with hope. The corner of Landos mouth began to curl upwards into an inviting grin. His eyes caught up with his mouth, his whole face stretched into a cheesy smile. Like clockwork, Oscar felt his mouth settle into a grin, his eyes locked onto Lando's. It was magnetic. Lando dipped his head slightly, giving Oscar permission to enter his safe space. Oscar tentatively took a few paces forwards, almost leading Lando into his own room. The door slammed shut, making them both jump slightly. This forced them into a fit of giggles, with Lando's eyes becoming even brighter, if that was even possible.
Oscar marvelled at the sight that lay before him, Lando stood, pure and happy in the centre of the room with the door to his bedroom very visible in Oscar's periphery. This caused an eruption of fast heartbeats in Oscar's chest. He raised his hand to his chest as if to attempt to calm the flutters. Lando saw all this, leaning forwards and pressing his hand on top of Oscars. Their eyes had not moved off each other the whole time, their firm gaze was underlined with a deep feeling of comfort.
Oscars eyes darted down to Landos mouth, as if he was trying to pry it open with his eyes. It worked as Landos lips parted to whisper Oscar's name. Oscar took that as his sign and he leant forwards, his thumb resting on Lando’s chin, cupping his face, tilting it upwards to meet Oscar’s height. Lando nodded as Oscar leaned in closer, their faces were millimetres away now, the temptation was brewing. Oscar moved first, pressing his lips onto Lando’s, allowing the warmth of his feelings to spread onto Lando’s mouth. Lando responded by moving his hand off Oscars still beating chest to the nape of Oscars neck, clutching a few strands of Oscars hair between his fingers. He playfully twisted them causing Oscar to lean in further, deeper into the kiss that felt like it had already lasted a million seconds. They broke away from each other momentarily, just long enough for Oscar to reach towards Lando’s neck and twirl a few of his soft curls. Oscar placed another kiss onto Lando’s lips, this time with more passion and less holding back. It took Lando by surprise, making him stumble backwards slightly. But that just made Oscar push more, lifting Lando swiftly onto the kitchen counter to make their faces at an equal height. Lando took this as an opportunity to wrap his legs around Oscars waist, digging his heels into Oscar's sides, prolonging this moment of sweetness. Landos lips were bitten and swollen but he was still hungry for more.
As if Lando weighed nothing, Oscar picked him up yet again, Lando clinging to Oscar like a koala, his hands gripped round Oscars broad shoulders. His shoulders were firm and muscly, Lando could feel every knot and curve of them. Lando found himself running his hands down Oscars back, feeling the continued vast landscape of the well sculpted muscles. A faint groan escaped Oscars lips which were now pressed to Landos temple. Lando chuckle at the fact he could make this usually ice-cold, stern-faced man fall apart at just his touch.
Oscar walked towards the lure of the bedroom door, Lando still clinging onto him. The next thing Lando felt was his back pushing the bedroom door wide open, sending shivers all through his body, they were about to do this. For real. This was a moment Oscar had pictured as soon as he met Lando, he just didn't realise it would happen this soon. Oscar gently placed Lando on the bed, brushing the curls from his eyes and positioning himself on top of Lando. Lando giggled at how delicate the usually grumpy Oscar was being and this in turn cracked a grin from Oscar.
“I've wanted this for so long” came the confession from Oscar, his dilated pupils providing the evidence for this statement.
“Me too” whispered Lando, arching his back to lean up and plant a trail of kisses along Oscars sharp jawline.
A rush of adrenaline flowed through Oscar as he grabbed Landos hands, pushing them onto the bed, their fingers becoming intertwined. He kissed Lando again, this time their tongues found each other, moving in perfect synchronicity. This kiss had so much intent and pure love in it. Landos hand wriggled free from Oscar's grip, reaching down and under Oscar's shirt, feeling the warm, soft skin beneath. Lando tugged at the hem of the shirt, urging Oscar to take it off. Compliantly, Oscar let Lando pull the shirt over his head, exposing his toned midriff. Lando could do nothing but stare. He had only seen really Oscar in his race suit or papaya polo shirt. Even after Singapore, in the ice baths Lando hadn't seen this much. Oscar blushed at the sight of Lando looking him up and down, no one had looked at him like this ever. Landos eyes were filled with such admiration, love and lust it was unbelievable. Oscar's face displayed a look as if to say “you too” to Lando. That was all it took for Lando to whip off his white button down too, tossing it to the floor to join Oscars black t-shirt.
The two shirts were still in a crumpled heap the next morning when Lando woke up, face to face with Oscar. Lando smiled to see the younger, grumpier man smiling in his sleep. ‘He’s probably thinking about last night’ Lando thought. This also brought a smile to Landos face. What a night it had been, they'd completely exhausted themselves, falling into each other's arms over and over again until eventually they snuggled, face to face, arms wrapped tightly around each other, Oscar leaning over every few seconds to place gentle kisses on Landos face until they both fell asleep. Suddenly, Lando was snapped out of this memory by Oscar's weight shifting off his arm.
“Morning sleepyhead” said Lando to a puffy faced, glassy eyed Oscar.
“How long have you been up?” questioned Oscar, concerned that he had slept in way too late.
“Not long, just enjoyed watching how peaceful you are when you sleep” teased Lando.
Oscar groaned and rolled back over, pulling the twisted sheets over his head to avoid the embarrassment of being seen as anything other than poised and stoic by his teammate. Except, this whole thing had gone above and beyond the limits of teammate. What were they going to do about this. This couldn't just go ignored. Oscar didn't want to ignore it, and he was sure Lando felt the same way.