Driven By You

2. Everything, All at Once 💍

Lando never thought much about marriage.

Sure, it was nice in theory—he'd always imagined he'd settle down eventually, find someone who made life feel a little less chaotic. But that had always been a vague, distant thought. Something for later.

Except, as it turned out, later had arrived faster than expected.

Because now?

Now, he was curled up on the couch with Oscar after a long race weekend, sharing a blanket, watching some random Netflix show that neither of them were paying attention to. Oscar was flipping through his phone with his free hand, while his other rested lazily against Lando's thigh.

And all Lando could think about was: this is it.

Not some abstract future. This. Right now.

The way Oscar smelled like his post-race body wash. The way his thumb rubbed slow circles against Lando's leg without even thinking. The way Lando could breathe around him in a way he never could with anyone else.

He shifted slightly, pretending to stretch so he could rest his head against Oscar's shoulder.

Oscar barely glanced up from his phone. "Tired?"

Lando hummed. "Just comfortable."

Oscar made a soft noise in response, tapping at his screen. "George is still talking about the wedding."

Lando groaned. "I hate all of you."

Oscar smirked, nudging him. "You love us."

Lando sighed dramatically. "Regrettably."

Oscar chuckled, scrolling down. "Daniel's trying to figure out your ring size."

Lando jerked upright. "He's what?"

Oscar held up his phone, showing a message from Daniel that read:

Daniel: yo Oscar do you know Lando's ring size? Asking for reasons

Lando groaned, flopping back onto the couch. "I swear to God—"

Oscar snorted. "Just give him a random size and see what happens."

Lando narrowed his eyes. "Are you encouraging this?"

Oscar smirked. "Maybe."

Lando buried his face in a pillow. "This is the worst."

But the problem was—

It wasn't.

It was kind of... nice.

And that was terrifying.

Because now, instead of just laughing off the jokes, Lando was thinking about it.

Thinking about what it would actually be like.

To have Oscar slip a ring onto his finger.

To stand there, surrounded by the people who meant the most to them, and know that this was forever.

And the scariest part?

It didn't scare him at all.

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Oscar hadn't planned on proposing yet.

Not because he wasn't sure—he'd been sure for a long time—but because he hadn't figured out how he wanted to do it.

He didn't want something huge or dramatic. That wasn't them.

He wanted something real.

Something theirs.