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The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic tap of pens against desks, and the occasional stifled yawn. Lando sat near the back, his eyes wandering lazily over the rows of students in front of him, his mind anything but focused on the material being presented.
His gaze lingered on the front of the room where Oscar Piastri, the TA for the class, stood at the lectern, his figure illuminated by the glow of the projector screen behind him. With his neat sweater vest and perfectly combed hair, Oscar cut a striking figure against the drab backdrop of the classroom.
Lando couldn't help but admire the way Oscar moved with a quiet grace, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke, his voice a steady monotone that seemed to lull the entire class into a drowsy stupor.
Beside him, George stifled a yawn, his head drooping slightly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Across the aisle, Alex slouched in his seat, his notebook forgotten as he doodled aimlessly on the page. Even Charles, usually the epitome of enthusiasm, looked like he was fighting a losing battle against sleep as he rubbed his eyes wearily.
But Lando's attention remained fixed on Oscar, his mind drifting as he traced the contours of the TA's jawline, the way his lips curved into a small smile as he glanced over his notes. There was something undeniably captivating about Oscar, something that drew Lando in like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the pale white milky skin or the ever-perfect swoop in his hair.
As the lecture dragged on, Lando found himself growing increasingly restless, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk as he struggled to stave off the boredom that threatened to consume him. He glanced at the clock, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to taunt him with its sluggish pace.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, Lando resigned himself to his fate, knowing that no amount of ogling his TA would make the class go by any faster. However, it certainly makes things a lot more pleasurable than electro-magnetism. Lando had never understood why he had to take physics courses for a degree in sound engineering. It was only like 80% applicable. At least it was more relevant for him, than George. The – insane if you asked for Lando’s opinion – Brit was taking these for fun and extra credit, as he said, utterly insane.
“Lando?” Alex’s voice sounded, pulling him out of his head as the lecture hall seemed to empty in an instant, “you coming? Or do you have another date with Mr sweater vest?”
“Fuck off Albono.”
Lando was quick to gather his things, as Alex hurried off with a cackle, trying to follow after George, who was already down by the door. George Russell, first in class, first out of there as well.
He grabbed his bag and made his way down the steps, stopping by Oscar’s desk, idly waiting for the teacher's assistant to stop talking to Mick Schumacher, one of those legacy students. Lando blissfully ignored the fact that he was also a legacy student and would usually call Mick a decent guy. Except in that moment, and it had absolutely nothing to do with Mick talking to Oscar. No, of course not. Lando cleared his throat subtly, trying to mask the faint flutter in his stomach as he waited for Oscar to finish his conversation.
As Mick finally bid Oscar farewell, Lando flashed a casual smile, hoping to convey an air of nonchalance. "Oscar," he greeted, his voice steady.
Oscar turned to him, his eyes brightening with recognition. "Hello, Lando. How's it going?"
Lando shrugged casually, internally patting himself on the back for his calm demeanour. "Oh, you know, surviving another rive–… riveting lecture on the wonders of physics."
Oscar chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. "Always a thrill, I'm sure."
Lando nodded in agreement, though inside, his heart was doing somersaults. "Definitely."
There was a brief pause in the conversation, during which Lando fought the urge to fidget nervously. He had to remind himself that he was perfectly normal. Completely normal. Just another student chatting with his TA. Nothing to see here.
“You know, your handwriting is pretty mint, good wrist control, I would say.” Lando blurted out to fill the air, watching closely as the heat started to build in Oscar's cheeks, quickly creeping down his neck. Lando wondered for a moment where else he might be red.
“Th– thanks. I practice?” Oscar shot back, with exactly none of the confidence Lando thinks he tried to convey.
Lando opened his mouth to say something else, trying to get another reaction out of his TA. Instead, Ferrari by James hype started blasting out, and Lando quickly found himself regretting that he made Charles one of his emergency contacts.
“Shouldn’t you take that?” Oscar asked.
“Narh, it’s Charles.” As though that would explain anything to Oscar, although his TA seemed to accept the answer and started packing his own things instead. Lando recognised it for what it was, a hint that he was overstaying his welcome. “See you next week, Oscar Piastri.”
The dimly lit frat house buzzed with the sound of laughter and music as Lando, Charles, Alex, and George gathered in a corner, their voices blending with the cacophony of noise around them. Empty cups littered the table as they leaned in, their conversation turned to the topic of Lando's recent flirtation with Oscar.
"So, let me get this straight," Charles said, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "You actually think you can bag Oscar?"
Lando nodded confidently, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course, I can," he replied, his voice oozing with self-assurance. "I'm telling you guys, there's something between us. I can feel it."
Alex raised an eyebrow sceptically, his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know, mate," he said, his tone doubtful. "Oscar seems like a pretty reserved guy. I'm not sure he's into your whole frat boy charm."
George chimed in, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I hate to break it to you, Lando, but I'm not sure Oscar is your type. He's more of the quiet, bookish type, isn't he?"
Lando waved off their concerns, his confidence unwavering. "Trust me, guys, I've got this," he said, his tone brimming with determination. "Besides, what's life without a little challenge? And Oscar is definitely worth the effort."
Charles chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, mate, if you're so sure about it, how about we make things interesting?" he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We'll bet on whether or not you can actually bag Oscar. Winner takes all."
Lando's eyes lit up at the prospect of a bet, his competitive spirit kicking into high gear. "You're on," he declared, a grin spreading across his face. "But just so you know, I fully intend to win this bet. And when I do, you'll all owe me big time."
The group erupted into cheers and laughter, the excitement of the bet adding an extra spark to the already lively atmosphere of the frat house. Lando's heart raced with anticipation as he relished the challenge laid out before him.
"Alright, let's set some ground rules," Alex interjected, his voice tinged with amusement. "How do we determine if Lando has actually 'bagged' Oscar?"
Charles leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Simple," he said, his tone conspiratorial. "We'll judge it based on whether Lando can convince Oscar to go on a date with him. And not just any date – a proper one, like dinner or something."
“Like you would know shit about that Charles, how’s it going with Max Verstappen?” Alex rolled his eyes at the Monegasque.
“Soon I tell you all!” Charles squawked in offence.
George nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with excitement. "And to make things interesting, let's put some stakes on the line," he suggested. "How about the loser has to buy drinks for the winner for the rest of the semester?"
Lando's grin widened at the prospect of victory, his competitive spirit fuelling his determination. "You're all going down," he declared confidently, his gaze flickering with perseverance. "But mark my words, when I win, I'll be expecting top-shelf drinks every time."
Lando was trying to figure out what to get to eat and if it was worth it to use his precious meal tickets for a second lunch. There were still over 2 weeks left until his dad would refill his card, and Lando was already down to less than 10 swipes.
The lasagna he had got earlier was pretty good, and he was also pretty sure if he called his dad. I ran out of meal swipes dad, will you please fill it up, you don’t want your son to go hungry right? That usually did the trick.
He felt a slight surprise when he saw Charles sitting alone in the cafeteria as he walked over to the tables, quickly plopping down by the Monegasque. Charles had a habit of attracting people, even when he wasn’t trying.
“You know, I heard something really funny today.”
Lando had a feeling it wouldn’t be anything funny.
Charles turned his head to look at Lando, a devilish grin on his angelic face, a match Lando had seen too many times in the years he had known the guy. A combo that always seemed to bring mayhem and discord to others.
“Did you know Carlos Sainz junior,” Charles started, emphasising the junior as though that was necessary, Lando had a feeling he already knew what would follow that sentence. “... has broken up with his fiancé? I mean you, out of all people, wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”
Lando stabbed his lasagna instead, “Danny Ric is throwing a party tomorrow, are you going?”
Charles rolled his eyes, “don’t ignore me! I caught you two twice! You weren’t even subtle about it.”
“Yeah, and? We haven’t even talked since last October at the Halloween party, remember?” Lando pointed his fork at Charles, speaking with his mouth full of lasagna. “Someone here dropped me off at their doorstep, drunk off my ass.”
“That’s 6 months ago, you can’t still be annoyed about that.”
“I’m not annoyed about that, I’m annoyed that Carlos never told me he had gotten engaged.”
Charles plucked the complimentary cherry tomato off Lando's plate, quickly eating it, “doesn’t make you any less of a home wrecker.”
Lando sighed, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface as Charles continued to prattle on about Carlos and his relationship drama. He couldn't understand why Charles was so fixated on other people's lives when there were plenty of more interesting things to focus on, like the upcoming party hosted by Daniel Ricciardo.
"Listen, Charles," Lando interrupted his tone firm, "I really don't care about Carlos and his love life, I’m kinda over that. Can we please talk about something else?"
Charles raised an eyebrow, his grin faltering slightly at Lando's abruptness. "Geez, touchy much?"
Lando shook his head, pushing aside his irritation as he focused on the matter at hand. "So, are you going to Daniel's party this Friday or not?"
"Of course! You know I wouldn't miss it for the world. And who knows, maybe I'll get the chance to talk to Max alone." Charles brightened at the change of subject, his grin returning in full force. “I hear he and Daniel are having issues as well!”
“You really shouldn’t sound that happy when you say shit like that.” Lando rolled his eyes, unable to resist a chuckle at Charles' persistence. "But good luck with it."
“Well good morning to you Oscar.” Oscar's cheeks tinged with a faint blush as Lando flashed his smile, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the TA’s blush. Lando elected to ignore that and instead commented on the Australian's presence. “Here on a Thursday as well, that’s new, I thought you only taught on Mondays.”
“Professor Webber is out for a conference, so I offered to take over.” Oscar handed Lando his worksheet. “It’s only a practice lesson after all.”
“I’m sure Professor Webber appreciates you stepping in, I certainly don’t mind the change in scenery.” Lando winked at Oscar.
Oscar's blush deepened at Lando's wink, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure as he replied, "I'm glad to hear that. Hopefully, I can live up to Professor Webber's standards."
Lando chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned closer to Oscar. "Oh, I don’t doubt that," he said, his voice low and smooth. "In fact, I'd say you're doing a much better job already."
Oscar's cheeks heated up even more at Lando's boldness, Lando was visibly drinking up the way Oscar looked bashful. "Well, I suppose I'll have to try extra hard to impress you, then," he replied, his voice slightly breathless.
Lando grinned, delighted by Oscar's reaction. "I have no doubt you'll succeed," he said, his tone playful as he waved the worksheet. "After all, you've already got my full attention."
As Oscar moved on to the next student, Lando couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that lingered in the air. There was something undeniably thrilling about the way Oscar indulged him, something that made his heart race and his pulse quicken.
Lando spent the lesson watching Oscar as he went over the problem on the whiteboard when other students struggled, and Lando even got a delicious view of Oscar’s ass as he bent forward to point out something on Charles’s worksheet at some point.
As the other students filed out of the classroom, Lando lingered behind, waiting until Oscar was alone at his desk before making his move.
"Hey, Oscar," he said, his voice soft as he approached the TA, his heart pounding in his chest. "I just wanted to say... you did a really great job today."
Oscar looked up, a smile spreading across his face at Lando's words. "Thank you, Lando," he replied, his voice warm with appreciation. "That means a lot coming from you. But I have to run now, I have a 4-hour class with Professor Alonso.”
“Nando? Rough, I feel for you buddy.” Lando watched as Oscar put the worksheets in his bag and walked out of the class, leaving Lando alone in the lecture hall.
Sometimes Lando forgot Oscar is a student like the rest of them, although he was nearly done with his Master's degree, and Lando was struggling through his 3rd attempt at a bachelor's. Despite the Australian being younger.
Lando knew Oscar had some baggage with him, it was a pretty open secret that Professor Webber had some hand in Oscar’s education, beyond just being the Professor that Oscar helps. Lando had heard a rumour or 5 about Oscar living with the Webber family during his first 2 years of his bachelor's, but he hadn’t got around to asking Oscar to confirm any of it. He wasn’t even sure if the two of them were close enough for that to even be a talking point.
Friday night arrived slower than he had hoped, but Lando finally found himself weaving through the crowded rooms of the frat house, the bass thumping in his chest as he searched for familiar faces. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, the atmosphere alive with laughter and music.
As he made his way through the crowd, Lando couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that coursed through him. He was eager to let loose and forget about the stresses of college life, if only for a few hours. He would maybe even be able to convince the DJ to let him play a few tracks, with a few drinks and a battering of his eyelashes.
A disappointed sigh escaped him as he saw Charles and Max talking in the corner of the room. This was a disaster in the making, and he knew it.
Spotting Daniel and a group of his friends huddled near the makeshift bar, Lando made his way over, a grin spreading across his face as he greeted them with a wave.
"Hey, honey badger! How's it going?" he called out over the music, his voice barely audible above the DJ.
"Hey, Lando! Glad you could make it!" Daniel shouted back, raising his beer in salute.
“Yes, yes, Charles has his claws in Max,” Lando told Daniel, quickly grabbing the beer Daniel practically threw at the younger guy before he darted away.
Alex had his left arm loose around George’s waist as the two greeted Lando. “What did he do to piss you off?”
“What makes you think Charles pissed me off?” Lando emptied the beer Daniel had handed him and started looking over the bar to find anything with a high alcohol percentage to just throw in a cup and call a drink.
“Because he was gossiping with Pierre earlier about how you’re a home wrecker. I thought you got dumped by Carlos in the fall.” George eagerly supplied.
“I have nothing to do with that! Well, I do, but it’s not my fault they broke up, I didn’t know he was engaged! Fuck, I should have told Daniel the two were kissing.” Lando lamented to his friends, finally just picking up a bottle of something he didn’t care to read the label for. The liquid quickly filled his cup.
He tasted it.
Awful.
Just like he preferred.
“At least have fun tonight, try to get your mind of your TA, you’re kinda down bad mate.” Alex laughed over the music before George asked a question Lando didn’t catch.
That was when he spotted a familiar head of brown, perfectly swooped hair. It didn’t take more for him to tune out Alex’s rant about his boss cutting down on his hours, and George arguing back to Alex that this is a good thing, you have time to relax now.
“Yeah, yeah, I uh- gotta go.” Lando threw at the two, grabbing a beer in his other hand, a perfect excuse to strike up a conversation. Not that he needed it, Lando was perfectly capable of running his mouth all on his own.
As Lando weaved his way through the throngs of people, his eyes never leaving Oscar's figure, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through him. There was something undeniably magnetic about the TA, like an electrified spool of cobber… Wait, that’s just electro-magnetism. Lando had studied too much this past week.
“Oscar! OSCAH!” Lando yelled over the music, trying to quell his heart as it skipped a beat at the frazzled look of his TA.
“Lando! You’re here too!” Oscar pulled him in for a hug, Oscar didn’t hug people, he didn’t even give high fives. He tried desperately not to spill any alcohol on Oscar, when he pulled back. Taking in Oscar's appearance his beloved sweater vest was nowhere in sight, leaving the Australian in only black slacks and a white button-up, with the first button open. It was a lewd sight.
“For you.” Lando dumbly said as he pushed the beer into Oscar's hand.
“God Lando,” Oscar practically moaned at the gesture as he clumsily grabbed the bottle, “so you do blush.”
Lando could feel his eyes widen at the comment, trying desperately to ignore how his body was reacting to Oscar. He downed half of his shitty made drink, he still had a lot to make up for and was definitely not trying to hide his face from the younger man in front of him.
“Wanna dance?”
Lando didn’t know Oscar danced.
“Fuck yeah!”
He downed the rest of his drink.
As the pulsating rhythm of the music filled the air, Lando found himself lost in the intoxicating embrace of Oscar's body pressed against his own. The heat between them was palpable, igniting a fire within Lando that burned with a fierce intensity.
With every move, every touch, Oscar sent shivers of anticipation coursing through Lando's veins. He could feel the warmth of Oscar's breath on the side of his neck, sending tingles down his spine as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony.
Lando's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his thoughts consumed by the tantalising pull of Oscar's presence. Magnetising. He had never felt more alive, more electrified, than in this moment with Oscar pressed against him, their movements fluid and mesmerising.
As they danced, Lando felt himself surrendering to the allure of Oscar's charm, his inhibitions melting away with each passing moment. He was captivated by the raw passion in Oscar's eyes, the unspoken promise of pleasure that lingered between them like a tantalising whisper.
Lost in the rhythm of the music and the heat of the moment, Lando allowed himself to be swept away by the tide of desire that surged within him. With Oscar by his side, he felt invincible, unstoppable, as if nothing in the world could touch them.
He could feel Oscar’s breath on the side of his neck as Oscar ground up against Lando. The slacks left little to the imagination, yet it was absolutely fuelling all of Lando's thoughts. He had no idea how long they’d been on the dancefloor this time. Faintly aware of the repetition they had been performing for the last few hours, drinks, dance, Oscar's body against his, drinks, dance, Oscar’s hands on his hips, drinks, dance, Oscar whispering in his ear.
Lando couldn’t even remember the title of the paper he should have turned in tonight but neglected in favour of a good night out.
“Lando?”
“Mmm.”
“I know how you look at me, I know why you hang behind after lectures. Why don't we get out of here so I can give it to you?” Oscar's voice was sultry, how could Lando ever imagine refusing?
“Fuck yeah.” Lando breathed out, as his hand quickly found Oscars.
They ditched the party, Lando hadn’t even spared a thought to his friend. All that mattered was Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.
Lando barely registered as they tumbled through the door to his flat, the one his dad paid for. Oscar’s lips were finally on his neck, when Oscar just started coughing, "what the hell mate? Why do you smell like that?"
"Like what?"
"Headache-inducing, take a shower, I'm not fucking you when you smell like that."
"Like what?!"
"An entire perfume shop."
Lando looked scandalously at Oscar, as his TA wrung his nose.
He blinked in confusion, the haze of alcohol and desire dissipating as Oscar's words registered in his mind. He glanced down at himself, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the overpowering scent of cologne that clung to his skin like a suffocating cloud.
"Shit," he muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "I must have gone a little overboard with the cologne before coming here."
Oscar rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "You think?" he quipped, his tone laced with amusement despite his annoyance. "Honestly, Lando, I don't know how you manage to function sometimes."
Lando winced at the teasing tone, feeling a pang of self-consciousness wash over him. He had been so caught up in the excitement of the party, so eager to make an impression on Oscar, that he hadn't even stopped to consider the overwhelming scent that now clung to him like a second skin.
"Sorry," he mumbled, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'll go take a shower right now."
Oscar nodded in approval, his expression softening slightly as he reached out to squeeze Lando's shoulder reassuringly. "Good idea," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll wait for you here."
As he stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the remnants of the cologne, Lando couldn't help but smile to himself. Maybe he hadn't completely ruined his chances with Oscar after all. And as he emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and revitalised, he was more determined than ever to make the most of the time they had together.
Oscar had let go of his shirt, dropping it on the floor as Lando emerged from the hallway now with wet hair and only wearing sweats.
"What Norris? You're staring that's quite rude."
"You're naked," Lando said, his words slurring slightly as he squinted at Oscar. The dim lighting in his bedroom accentuated Oscar’s body. His mind was still hazy from the alcohol, but the sight before him cut through the fog with an unexpected clarity. “You’re hot."
Oscar rolled his eyes at the slightly older Brit. "Brilliant observation. You should save some of that for the next semester."
Lando didn't say anything simply drinking up Oscar’s body. If he wasn’t drunk, he would definitely be now. His eyes couldn't help but roam over Oscar's chiselled physique. The way his muscles flexed with every movement was mesmerising. Lando had always found Oscar attractive, but he had never seen him like this before. The sweater vest, which had always seemed so nerdy and unappealing, had hidden all of this all this time. The vest seemed to have been carefully crafted to conceal the tantalising secrets beneath. Lando couldn't decide whether to resent the vest for hiding Oscar's incredible body or to appreciate it for probably warding off others. Either way, Lando couldn't deny the intoxicating effect that Oscar's hidden form was having on him.
He realised he was still frozen, with his towel wrapped around his body. Only finally moving when Oscar beckoned him closer. Lando stumbled the four steps forward.
Oscar was kind enough to take the last step, and Lando was taken aback by the look in the Australian's eyes, which were full of fire and passion. Oscar's fingers pressed into his chin.
"Cat got your tongue now, pretty boy?"
Lando fought the urge to whine under Oscar's mocking tone, unable to handle being called pretty boy.
"You have been such a brat all year, I have barely been able to contain myself. Someone should teach you how to behave.” Oscar laughed at him, “You think I don’t know that you spent all of our Monday class looking at me?”
Lando couldn’t take it anymore and crashed his lips against the taller man. Catching Oscar by surprise, and Lando felt a small victory than even now he could still illicit a reaction from Oscar.
Hot, sexy, Oscar that was now kissing him back.
His hands quickly dropped the towel from his waist in search of touching Oscar, his hips, his back, his hair. He nestled his hand in the perfectly soft hair.
Oscar’s tongue prodded his mouth, and Lando let him in, let him explore his mouth, Lando rewarded him with a tug of Oscar’s hair.
Oscar moaned.
Oscar moaned.
Lando broke the kiss, heaving for air as Oscar started kissing down his neck. He groaned as Oscar gripped his hips, making his way down Lando’s stomach. He throws his head back, eyes tightly closed. Lando faintly registered the thud of Oscar’s knees hitting the floor. Far too gone in the sensation of Oscar touching him, kissing him.
Then Oscar’s mouth was gone, and Lando whined, forcing himself to open his eyes and look down. He was rewarded with the sight of Oscar on his knees, just for Lando. Only for Lando.
Lando’s hand in Oscar’s now tussled, yet this perfect hair, Oscar’s pupils blown all wide, his tongue licking his mouth, a sight for the gods, and Lando was the only one who got to witness it.
“Look at you.” Oscar cooed. “Look at you.”
Lando gripped the Aussie's hair tighter, and more praise fell from Oscar’s mouth. “So beautiful, aren’t you? My beautiful boy.”
He had thought Oscar with a single button open was lewd, he had never expected Oscar to have such a mouth. So freely praising Lando, all of Lando. He could feel Oscar’s hands on his hips slowly moving up and down reassuring Lando he hadn’t forgotten the rest of him as Oscar simply took in the sight of Lando's cock.
Lando moaned. He wasn’t even sure at what, his body aching with desire. The anticipation of Oscar's touch consumed him, sending shivers down his spine. Every nerve in his body felt electrified, craving for Oscar to… “Please touch me.”
The words stumbled out of his mouth. It had surprised both him and Oscar. The mere thought of Oscar's touch had Lando trembling, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he longed for the intimate connection he desired so deeply.
Oscar's hands finally moved to touch his dick, and Lando had a fleeting thought of he could come right now, in Oscar’s hands, and he was pretty sure he would be satiated for the rest of his life.
Alex was right, Lando was down bad for Oscar. He felt so different from Carlos. Carlos. Carlos.
The next few hours had passed quicker for Lando than he had wished, he had been drunker than he thought. He barely remembered the feeling of Oscar's lips wrapped around his dick. He could barely remember telling Oscar where he kept his lube and condoms. But Oscar had found both.
Lando knew that they fucked, his asshole hurt too much for that to have not been the case, but he couldn’t remember it, and it felt fucking humiliating. He had wanted it for so long, finally got it, and it might have been his only chance, and he couldn’t even remember it. All Lando had been left with was a discarded lube on the floor and a hickey on his thigh.
"I'm telling you he fucks!" Lando protested, irritated as none of his friends would just listen to him. "I have a hickey to prove it on my thigh, wanna see?"
"Sure he does Lando" George rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna see your thighs."
"Are you sure it wasn't another Australian? Danny Ric was the one throwing the party." Alex mentioned as he fought off George's hand from the terminal so Alex could pay for his own lunch. "Stop it, George!"
"Ooh, I hope it was Daniel, 'cause that means Max is single." Charles chimed in, eagerly stealing a grape from Alex's lunch as they headed to sit at a table in the cafeteria.
"For fuck's sake, Charles, Daniel nearly punched you last Friday. You're making it worse by going around saying stuff like that." Alex sighed as Charles tried to steal another grape. "Stop stealing my food!"
George leaned in closer to Alex, as if that was possible, seeing as George had already glued himself all the way up to Alex’s left side. "See, it wouldn't have been an issue if you had just let me pay."
"I can pay for myself, George."
"Guys! Back to me, c'mon, I'm telling you! He fucks, and he fucked hard, you all owe me my money." Lando grumbled.
Charles laughed, “I'll believe it when I see it, I hear Haileigh from economics has been trying to get his attention, and he ran so red with embarrassment when she ‘accidentally’ bent over in front of him.”
"Hailey from econ?"
"One of the Delta girls, short, blonde..." Charles rolled his eyes, "the one that stripped naked on stage last fall."
"Ooooh," George thought for a moment, "I think her dad is on the board."
"You're getting sidetracked! We're talking about me here!" Lando pouted.
"Lando I'm not fuelling your delusions about your TA. Just admit you got fucked by Daniel Ricciardo and he didn't want you and move on." Alex sighed, just letting it happen as Charles stole another grape. “Since Daniel is already going around sticking dick in others.”
“Wait, that’s why they’re fighting?!” Charles piped up. “Oh my god, why didn’t any of you tell me, Alex how do you even know this before me?!”
“Yuki’s my roommate, the uni’s dumb project of diversity housing remember? Yuki and him are writing their finals together, and all he has been hearing for the last few weeks is Daniel talking about Max, and what a mistake he made. Yuki is getting pretty pissed, which honestly, for such a small guy, he has quite the temper.” Alex put his head in his hands, and Charles took it as the perfect opportunity to just steal the entire bowl of grapes, only leaving Alex with his sandwich.
Lando slapped his hands on the table as he stood up. “GUYS!”
Everyone around them halted looking in their direction. Lando shot off a bashful smile, before quickly sitting back down again. He needed better friends, preferably someone who would believe him when he talked about what happened Friday night. Not that he even remembered…
At least there was one good thing about it being Monday, Oscar’s class. Lando had even beaten George, being the first one in the class, confidently striding to stand by the desk where Oscar was sitting. Engrossed in his computer, wearing his stupid sweater vest again, but now Lando knew what it was hiding. It was fuelling his thoughts with all sorts of things they could get up to after the class.
Lando couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he imagined the endless possibilities of what he and Oscar could do after his class. The thought of spending more time together outside of class made his heart race with anticipation. Maybe Oscar would even want to do something really nasty, like right here in the room. Lando sucking him off under his desk, and maybe he would take Lando back with him to the small office Lando knew Oscar had access to, and Oscar would bend him over the table there and fuck him properly. Lando felt an ounce of regret for not thinking ahead earlier and packing lube.
As he stood by Oscar's desk, Lando couldn't help but notice how focused Oscar was on his computer. It was endearing to see him so interested in his work. Lando shifted on his feet, he coughed once. Finally gaining Oscar’s attention.
The concentration fell from his face quickly replaced by a frown deeper than Lando had ever seen before. In fact, Lando doesn’t think he has ever really seen Oscar frown. Oscar was meticulous and always had his class so thoroughly prepared no question seemed to phase him, or else he was just good at hiding it. Maybe this meant Oscar was so comfortable with Lando that he was willing to feel vulnerable.
Lando was practically vibrating as Oscar’s eyes racked over his body.
“Oh, it’s you.”
The coldness in Oscar’s voice hit him in the face like a bucket of ice-cold water. Like that time Daniel had thrown one at Lando, when he was still getting hazed at the frat house.
“You should sit down, class is about to begin.” Oscar turned back to his computer, typing and ignoring Lando. He really hated that he found that attractive, and he really hoped that wasn’t a sign of some underlying psychosexual issues.
A deep breath filled his lungs, Oscar was lying to him, outrightly. The lecture hall was empty save for the two of them, even George was still not here, and he was always ready at least 15 minutes before class.
“You look nice in your vest.” Lando could feel himself cringe as the words come out, only met with an eye roll, and not an ounce of attention from Oscar’s side, Lando felt his shoulders deflate.
Lando tried to regain his composure, desperately wishing for a different reaction from Oscar. He had hoped for some sort of acknowledgement or even a hint of interest, but all he received was indifference. It stung, deepening the sense of rejection that had been building up inside him.
As he sank into the chair near the back row like he always did, Lando couldn't help but replay their previous encounters in his mind. There had been moments when Oscar's gaze lingered a little longer, moments when a smile seemed to tug at the corners of his lips. But now, it felt like those moments were nothing more than figments of Lando's imagination. Lando hadn’t read him wrong at the party right, Oscar had definitely come onto him.
Oscar had suggested they left together.
Oscar had got naked on his own.
Oscar had fucked him.
The silence in the lecture hall was deafening, amplifying the discomfort that hung in the air. Lando's mind raced with questions, wondering what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder. Lando's heart sank, feeling the weight of Oscar's indifference crushing his spirit. He longed for a connection, a spark, something that would make Oscar see him as more than just an annoyance.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, Lando mustered up the courage to speak again. "Is everything okay?" His voice trembled slightly, betraying his vulnerability. Oscar didn't even bother to look up from his computer, his focus solely on the screen in front of him.
Lando sighed, resigned to the fact that his attempts to reach out were falling on deaf ears. He couldn't help but wonder if he was deluding himself, hoping for something that would never come to fruition. The thought of underlying psychosexual issues crossed his mind once more, but he pushed it aside, refusing to let doubt consume him.
As the minutes ticked by, Lando found himself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He felt hurt and rejected, yet a glimmer of hope remained. Maybe, just maybe, Oscar's coldness was a facade, a defence mechanism that masked his true feelings. It was a small spark of optimism that Lando clung to, refusing to let it be extinguished.
With a final glance towards Oscar, Lando braced himself for the upcoming lecture. He silently vowed to keep trying, to break through the barriers that separated them. Because deep down, he knew that the connection he yearned for was worth fighting for, even if it meant enduring the icy indifference that currently filled the air between them.
Lando spent the rest of the week in a weird type of limbo, Oscar was clearly avoiding him. Lando felt like a kid trying to chase his schoolyard crush through the halls. Instead, he was an adult, watching his crush turn in the opposite direction at the sight of him. Had he been so terrible a fuck, that the Australian didn’t even want to talk to him?
Professor Webber had even given him the stank eye during his Thursday lecture.
“Okay Lando, what the fuck have you done?” Alex exclaimed loudly at the sight of him, as the Thai practically kicked the door down to the frat house.
“I DON’T KNOW! Oscar won’t talk to me, and –” The words rushed out of Lando once he had started. “I told you all that we fucked, and now he doesn’t even want to look at me, let alone talk to me – and fuck, am I really that bad a fuck?! Nobody has ever told me that before, maybe he’s too embarrassed to say, and that’s why, or oh my god, do you think I told him I love him?! Alex I don’t know what I did, I was so fucking drunk, and, and – and –...”
“Slow your horses, what the fuck are you talking about?” Alex blinked at Lando, and the hysteria he was building for himself out of – what Alex would call – Nothing. “What do you mean Oscar won’t talk to you? Everything was normal in class this Monday?”
“NO! It wasn’t! I swear, he wouldn’t even look at me!” Lando bemoaned as he flopped dramatically back onto the couch, willing himself not to think of the number of people that have certainly fucked on it. Something he was currently not being. He was envious.
“Wow, your crush won’t look at you for 3 hours straight. Get a grip Lando, we have bigger issues.” Alex rolled his eyes.
Lando perked up at that. “Such as?”
“Yuki is pissed at Daniel. Something about him complaining the entire week. Didn’t catch what it was, he can really swear like a sailor you know, in more languages than I speak.” Alex grabbed an unopened beer, before he opened it against the side of the table, Lando cocked an eyebrow at Alex’s small celebration. “Shut up, I only learned it last Friday.”
“What do your roommate problems have to do with me?” Lando flopped back to lie on the couch once again, again.
Alex made an exacerbated gesture, “If Yuki is pissed at Daniel, it has something to do with Max, and speaking of Max, have you seen Charles this entire week?”
Lando frowned for a moment, before his face lit up, “fuck, you don’t think they did?”
“Oh, they absolutely did, Wednesday, and Thursday, and today, if my source is correct.” Alex fell onto Lando’s legs. Lando groaned at the impact and what Alex was both saying and implying.
“Your source, just fucking say you gossiped with Pierre.”
Alex made a noise, “I would not gossip with the Frenchman, I talked to Max, and he told me so himself!”
“Isn’t Charles French?”
“He’s Monegasque, dumbass. But do you know what this means for us? Charles is on Daniel’s shitlist, and so are we, by association.” Alex groaned again, he leaned his back to rest it against the sofa head rest, “which means punishment.”
Lando could feel a whine threatening to spill – he really hated Greek life – he managed to swallow the whine, all done via his brilliant strategy of changing the topic, “wait, why were you mad at me when you came in?”
Alex lifted his ass enough that Lando could pull his legs to himself, “Max said something weird about you and Daniel, and considering he had been speaking to Charles, there is no telling if what he said was correct, and from your freak out it seemed not.”
Lando could feel his mouth going dry, “what did he say…”
“Something about you fucking Daniel this past Friday, which I know I joked about, but you wouldn’t, right?” Alex looked at him, concern etched across his face. "Right Lando," he said sternly. Lando could sense the worry in his friend's voice.
"Thank fuck, just that thing, thought you would say something different,” Lando sighed in relief, before trying to lighten the mood. “Also no! Daniel is too old," Lando replied, He chuckled, but it felt forced. Deep down, he knew there was more to his attraction to Daniel than just a passing thought. Enough that he had tried once or twice, or actually a few times, but that was before Daniel was, apparently, running around sticking his dick in other people than Max.
"Yeah, I forgot you like them younger, or engaged," Alex snorted, attempting to playfully tease Lando. But his words hit a nerve. Lando's gaze shifted away, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.
Lando took a deep breath, hesitating before continuing. "Can't say I haven't thought about Daniel, but that was before... uh, Oscar," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's eyes widened, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. "Shit Norris, you two did hook up Friday?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of shock and realisation.
Lando's heart sank, the weight of his actions finally hitting him.
"Fuck..." Alex's question lingered in the air, but Lando couldn't find the right words to respond. He mulled over his thoughts for a beat too long, and he could already feel his shoulders folding in on themselves, a physical manifestation of his guilt.
"Are you like... in love?" Alex asked, his voice barely audible. Lando's heart skipped a beat, the weight of the question heavy in the air.
Lando didn't know how to answer. Confusion and regret washed over him, and he made the most manly and masculine choice he could have in that moment. He hid his head in his legs, unable to face the truth and the consequences of his actions. The conversation came to an abrupt end as Daniel returned to the house, and other pressing matters took precedence, leaving Lando to wrestle with his emotions in silence.
As if the humiliation from not wanting to even spare a glance in his direction wasn’t enough, Lando now had to wear a fucking pink bunny costume everywhere. He didn’t get why he was being punished along with Charles, Lando had for once in his life not fucked someone already in a relationship, and he was now being punished for it. Well… Not really, but it sure felt like it. Fuck Charles and his angelic face.
It was fun enough during the weekend, but then it became Monday afternoon, and Lando had to see Oscar wearing the costume.
At least it elicited a snort from Oscar upon arrival, before his TA seemed to remember he was supposed to be mad at Lando and looked away again. Lando slightly despised Charles, Alex and George for not showing, but Lando probably wouldn’t have either he already skipped his morning class, but he had to talk to Oscar.
The lesson breezed past Lando way faster than he was prepared for, he had expected he had forever to figure out what to say to Oscar. Instead, the time flew past, and now he was standing in front of Oscar alone in the lecture hall.
Lando's heart raced as he stood in front of Oscar, the pink bunny costume feeling absurdly uncomfortable against his skin. He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he pushed through it, determined to have a conversation with Oscar.
Oscar, on the other hand, couldn't help but crack another small smile at the sight of Lando in the ridiculous outfit. It was hard to stay angry when faced with such a comical sight. The pink bunny suit was truly the peak of fashion. However, he quickly composed himself once again, trying to maintain a serious expression.
The room felt tense, the silence hanging between them as Lando struggled to find the right words. He desperately wanted to explain himself, to make Oscar understand that he hadn't intended to cause any harm. But the words seemed to elude him, caught in a jumble of emotions.
Finally, Lando took a deep breath, his voice slightly shaky as he began, "Oscar, I... I need to apologise. I don’t know what happened, I just remember us on the dance floor, and then we were at my apartment, and then I woke up alone, and you wouldn’t look at me – I swear – I didn’t mean for you to find out I love you like that. I wanted like dates and romance, and god I feel ridiculous.”
Oscar's expression softened slightly, a hint of hurt still lingering in his eyes. "You’re wearing a pink bunny suit mate, also I…” Oscar swallowed, “I didn’t know you um… love me. Loved me? Until you said it, 20 seconds ago.”
Lando's heart sank, guilt washing over him. He took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch Oscar's arm. "I'm truly sorry, Oscar. I never meant to hurt you. I care about you, more than you know. I don't know what I did. Can we please talk and try to work things out?"
Oscar sighed, his gaze meeting Lando's. There was a mix of sadness and longing in his eyes, as if he wanted to believe Lando's words but was still struggling with his emotions. “It’s nice to know that you at least remember my name now.” Oscar’s hand fell from between his fingers – paws.
Lando’s face fell, “what?”
“You called me Carlos all night.” Oscar looked away. “And then I found out you’re the ‘homewrecker’ and reason for his engagement –”
“– I DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT!” Lando hurried out, “That was, fuck, I don’t know why Charles has been running around saying that.”
Oscar didn’t look any amount amused or impressed, “so you weren’t hooking up with Carlos for a year.”
“Well – yes… But he dumped me after the Halloween party last fall.” Lando sighed, trying to run a hand through his hair, only managing to knock the bunny hood off his head.
“The one Haileigh Everton stripped naked at?” Oscar asked.
Lando winced at the mention of the infamous Halloween party. "Yeah, that's the one," he admitted, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't realise he was engaged at the time. We were both caught up in the moment, and things just spiralled out of control. But after that night, Carlos ended things with me. I haven't seen or spoken to him since."
Oscar's expression softened slightly, but there was still a hint of anger in his eyes. "I can't believe Charles would spread those rumours about you," he said, shaking his head. "It's not fair to you or anyone else for that matter… Then the rumour that you hooked up with Daniel 2 weeks ago, that Friday, is that also..."
Lando nodded, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "Yeah, Charles as well," he confessed. "I never wanted to be known as a 'homewrecker.' And now everyone thinks I have a hand in fucking up Daniel and Max’s relationship, as well, which to my opinion, they’ve done perfectly well themselves… With Charles’s help."
Oscar sighed, his gaze shifting to the fallen bunny hood on the floor. "Well, I guess I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions," he admitted reluctantly. "I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. But you’re still kinda a dick for moaning another guy's name in bed."
Lando appreciated Oscar's willingness to listen and understand. "Apology accepted, and duly noted," he replied, finally able to relax a little. "But now that we've cleared things up, can we please move past this and focus on the present? I kinda want a chance at making that up to you."
"Depends," Oscar nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You remember my name?”
“Oscar Piastri?” Lando cracked a smile.
“Yeah?” Oscar opened his mouth to say something more. Instead, Lando’s mouth was already on his.
The softness of Oscar’s lips against his own sent shockwaves through Lando’s body, stealing their breath away. Time seemed to stand still as they melted into the moment, their hearts pounding in sync with the intensity of their kiss. It was a passionate and electrifying exchange, filled with a mix of desire, curiosity, and a longing that had been simmering between them for far too long.
Oscar pulled away first, a big smile on his lips, and a softness in his eyes, as he rested his forehead against Lando’s. Letting Lando truly drink up Oscar’s beautiful brown eyes, swirling with apparent desire.
“Lando?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Lando lay there, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, his body still tingling from the intense pleasure he had experienced with Oscar. Every touch, every kiss, had sent waves of ecstasy through him, leaving him utterly consumed by desire. Oscar's skilled mouth had driven him wild, expertly exploring every inch of his body, leaving Lando trembling and gasping for more. And when Oscar's fingers had entered him, it had been an entirely new level of sensation. The way Oscar had moved inside him, hitting all the right spots with precision and intensity, had left Lando feeling completely undone.
But it was when Oscar finally entered him with his impressive cock that Lando reached the pinnacle of pleasure. The sheer size and skill of Oscar's dick had left Lando in awe, pushing him to the edge of ecstasy until he had finally climaxed with a force he had never experienced before.
As he lay there, completely spent, Lando couldn't help but marvel at the fact that Oscar had taken him to heights of satisfaction he had never imagined possible, leaving him completely satiated, yet somehow still longing for more.
Lando was right, Oscar can fuck.
"Oscar," Lando whispered, his tone conspiratorial.
Oscar turned his head to meet Lando's gaze, curiosity piqued. "Yeah?" he responded, his Australian accent lending a casual tone to his words.
A mischievous grin spread across Lando's face as he leaned in closer to his Aussie companion. "You'll help me win drinks, right?" he asked, the glint in his eyes betraying his playful intent. He leaned up to steal a quick peck from Oscar’s lips.
"Lando, what did you do?" Oscar arched an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and suspicion as he locked eyes with the older one
“None of the guys believed I could actually get you to date me,” Lando explained easily, a cheeky smile on his lips.
“Did you bet on us?” A chuckle escaped Oscar's lips, shaking his head in disbelief. "You seriously bet on us? That's ridiculous," he remarked, the bafflement evident in his voice.
Undeterred, Lando's grin only widened, his competitive spirit rising to the surface. "Well, they all underestimated me. I knew I could win you over," he declared with unwavering confidence. Lando competitiveness rose to his throat and a mischievous glint came to his eyes, “I believed in my skills.”
Oscar's scepticism lingered, but he couldn't deny the charm in Lando's persistence. "Well…Your ‘skills’ are pretty shit… And what if you had lost? What was the wager?" he inquired, genuinely curious about the stakes of Lando’s friends' bet.
Lando's voice dropped to a whisper again. “If I lost, I had to buy their drinks.” Leaning in closer, he revealed with a sly grin. “But, no worries, I knew I wouldn't have to.”
A laugh bubbled up from deep within Oscar as he realised the extent of Lando's confidence and the success it had brought. "Be my boyfriend," he said with a casualness that belied the weight of the moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the same tone he had used when he hours earlier had explained the principles of induction coils.
"Yes." Lando's response was simple yet sincere.
With a triumphant grin, Oscar leaned back. "So I won," Oscar declared with a chuckle, already relishing the victory. "Free drinks for me."
Ferrari by James Hype blasted out into the room, making both of them groan.
“Charles.” Lando sighed, sitting up, wincing slightly at his spent body. He fiddled around Oscar’s nightstand for his phone, realising there were about 79 messages from Charles, 3 from George, and 1 from Alex.
A quick overview of the messages led him to the conclusion that George, ever the opulent rich kid, had bought Alex a car. Alex didn’t want George’s car. And Charles was suffering from his punishment. Lando cranked his head to look at Oscar. His soft smile beckoned Lando right back into his arms. He made a quick decision.
Charles could stand to suffer the consequences of his actions for a few more hours while Lando got to enjoy the rewards of his.
“Anything important?” Oscar asked as Lando swiped the call away.
“If you would count Charles being forced to wander around in a Britney Spears costume, you know that slutty schoolgirl one?” Lando rolled his eyes as he put his phone back.
Oscar lifted his arm, letting Lando drink up the sight of his naked, hot boyfriend. Yeah, Lando had one of those now. “Hit me baby?”
“Yeah, that one. If you count that as important, then yes, if not…”
“No?” Oscar slowly shook his head, and Lando quickly plastered himself right on top of Oscar.
“Exactly. There’s something way more important right here.”
The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow on the couple entangled on the bed. Soft music played in the background. The air carried a mixture of sex and Lando's awful cologne.
Lando could feel Oscar's body heat radiating against him, igniting a fire within. As they embraced, their heartbeats synchronised, creating a rhythmic melody that drowned out the outside world. In this intimate moment, nothing else mattered but the electrifying connection between them. Oscar’s pull on Lando had them finally together, it was…
“Magnetising. Like a magnet.” Lando mumbled to himself.
“What?”
“You’re a magnet.”