FINALLY, SILVERSTONE.
This story is labled as mature so like..do I need to put warnings..? I don't think so..I'm not putting warnings guys get shocked.
I'm sorry if this takes a while to actually get out ☺️😔
Which it did through no fault of my own I swear..
:)
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Silverstone, McLarens home race, Landos home race. The Brit had a special helmet that he'd taken loads of silly pictures in before hand, posted them on his Instagram.
Everyone was hyping up the race and quali a lot, since McLarens updated there had been a lot of improvement, even over one race.
Since Spain, lando had been keeping an eye on Oscar, checking on him and coming by his hotel room. Which led to them playing games but never late enough to managed to fall asleep together.
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It was the Thursday night and lando and Oscar were sat playing Mario kart, lando was far clear in the lead, to which Oscar managed to pick up a blue shell and throw it at him, "Oscar!" Oscah, lando shouted as the blue shell sent Landos character flying off the track. It gave Oscar enough time to get into somewhat reach.
Oscar threw another red shell which made lando groan and push Oscar's shoulder as the other racer passed his character. "Oscar I hate you, you play dirty," lando pouted, he finished 3rd but it was still good.
Oscar looked at him with a proud smile, lando frowned again and pushed the other off the bed. Oscar squealed and grabbed onto the closest thing, which happened to be lando. He dragged the Brit down with him and they both ended up on top of each other on the floor.
Oscar giggled as lando didn't look to happy, palms flat on the dirty hotel carpet floor on either sides of Oscar's shoulders. Lando rolled his eyes and flicked Oscar's nose, making him stop laughing and look like he was about to die.
The Aussie turned red and looked at Landos face, who was now smiling like he'd won the game. Now it was Oscar's turn to roll his eyes, he pushed lando off him, hearing the slight thump next to him and lando giggling his arse off.
"Shit lando it's midnight," Oscar said quickly, looking at his phone. "Wait what?" Lando said quickly, sitting up.
The hotel they were in was weird, and everyone should be to stay in their rooms past 11:30pm. It was a stupid rule actually, but Oscar got it. People didn't want others running around outside the rooms so late and making to much noise.
"Fuck.." lando muttered, "am I ok staying here?" He said quietly, Oscar smiled at him brightly, nodding. "Yeah! I mean your already in sweats and a shirt anyways so..unless you want to change into something else?" Oscar cocked his head, lando shook his own, "no..I should be fine, but my curl creams.." the Brit looked at him with puppy eyes.
"They will have to wait I'm afraid," Oscar joked, pulling himself up to sit on the bed, turning the tv off and the table lamp on. Lando was still sat on the floor, cross crossed legs. "Are you coming up?" Oscar said, "oh, right sorry," lando smiled and went to sit on the other side of the bed.
They said their goodnight quickly and Oscar turned out the light. But Landos body heat was almost sort of drawing him in, it was cold in Britain and lando was so warm.
He wanted to cuddle up to him, he wanted to be warm, mostly in Landos arms but still, warmth was a number on his list.
Oscar opened his eyes to look at him, lando seemed to be fast asleep already. So Oscar closed his eyes and eventually, managed to fall asleep.
