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Oscar <3
I'll be there in 10, patrol's running long!
Lando sighed as he looked at his phone again. Oscar's last text had been 45 minutes ago and there was still no sign of him appearing any time soon. Lando had spent the last hour periodically looking out of the kitchen window, hoping for any sight of then familiar red and blue suit swinging towards his building. The reservation Lando had made at the new Italian restaurant around the corner from his flat had now been and gone, the promise of a Valentine's Day spent together now rapidly disappearing. It was all Lando had asked for as a Valentine's gift. Just one night spent just the two of them. No work or Spiderman duties. Lando wanted to wine and dine Oscar, maybe even have some fun, post dinner sex. Normal people relationship stuff that they didn't get to have because of, well, Spiderman.
Turning away from the window, Lando began unbuttoning the crisp white dress shirt he'd bought specifically for the night. No point wearing a fancy shirt to wallow and watch trashy tv until he was tired. He felt the frustration at Oscar's lateness building up, settling in his chest and behind his eyes in the form of unshed tears. He tired so hard to be understanding; Oscar was Spiderman after all. The city would always need him. Lando would never not be proud of his boyfriend for that. But sometimes, Lando just needed him to be Oscar. The man with the beautiful brown doe eyes who cooked breakfast for him in the mornings. Who surprises him with flowers and coffee from that little place he loves near the park. It felt like Lando was getting that person less and less these days. Oscar seemed to be so consumed by Spiderman recently that he didn't have time for his regular life, including Lando. In the last few weeks, the only times Lando has seen the Australian man was if he dropped by the lab on his lunch break or when Oscar did a swing-by visit after patrol. Quick, fleeting amounts of time when it could be fitted in. Which is why when Oscar broached the subject of Valentine's Day last week during lunch together, Lando had jumped at the chance to get the time he wanted. Oscar had promised a perfect night off together, sealed with a gentle kiss to Lando's forehead.
However, it seemed Oscar had forgotten this promise, forgotten Lando. Again. The night drew closer to midnight, and Lando had finally had enough of waiting around. He'd spent the last 4 hours horizontal on the sofa, watching tv, waiting for his boyfriend to show up. Turning off the tv, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and picked his phone up off the table to send an Oscar a goodnight text. As he was typing, he heard a distinct tapping coming from the kitchen. Lando knew instantly it was Oscar, but part of him wanted to ignore him. Go to bed, leave Oscar hanging. He debated it in his head for a few moments before he gave in and walked into the kitchen.
Oscar was perched on the window ledge, showcasing part of his weird and wonderful abilities. He was silhouetted by the street lights, gazing in to search for any sign Lando was still awake. He breathed a visible sigh of relief when Lando flicked on the kitchen light. Crossing the room to the window, Lando took in the sight of Oscar's slightly rumpled white shirt and the apologetic look on his face, brown eyes shining with guilt. Lando opened the window but didn't step back to allow Oscar inside. The tension was palpable; Lando crossed his arms against his chest, frowning at the Australian.
"Lando, I'm so sorry. I know I broke my promise but-" Oscar started his apology, but Lando cut him off. He was too upset, and he didn't want to say something he would regret in the morning.
"I'm too tired to do this right now, Oscar. Go home and we'll discuss it in the morning." Lando's tone was harsh and stern. The tension between them seemed to become more suffocating as Lando waited for a reaction from Oscar. The younger remained silent for a while, taking in Lando's facial expression and contemplating what to do next. Then, in an almost shy gesture, he pulled a bunch of flowers seemingly out of nowhere and offered them to Lando. Yellow daisies. Lando's favourite. Oscar didn't meet the older man's eyes as Lando accepted them. They were a bit battered and droopy, with some petals missing here and there. Lando forced himself to keep his expression neutral, eyes remaining locked on the flowers in his hands as he stepped aside to finally let Oscar in. With an unnatural amount of grace, Oscar swung through the open window, landing soundlessly on the floor. His face was just inches from Lando's, finally meeting the Brit's gaze.
"Come up to the roof with me." He asked, eyes wide with hopefulness. Lando sighed, shaking his head.
"Oscar-"
"Please." The younger pleaded, taking one of Lando's hands in his. "Just come up with me, and if you don't want to stay, we'll come straight back. I'll go home if you want me to."
Lando, unable to ever really deny Oscar anything, relented. He nodded and allowed Oscar to lead him out of the apartment to the one lift with roof access. The lift journey was awkward and quiet. Oscar, twitchy with nerves, kept glancing at Lando and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Lando, still upset, remained facing forward, watching Oscar from the corner of his eye. He was preparing himself to tell Oscar to go home as soon as they got to the roof, not in the mood for whatever Oscar had planned.
That changed when they finally stepped out onto the rooftop. Lando stopped short by the door, taking it in. A candle lit table sat in the middle, set perfectly for two. His eyes flickered to a second smaller table which was filled with containers printed with the name of the Italian restaurant they were supposed to go to. Another bunch of yellow daisies sat in a jug on the middle of the main table. Lando couldn't help the soft smile that crept onto his face. He felt Oscar's arms wrap around his waist, head coming to rest of his shoulders.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lan. Sorry I'm late." Oscar murmured into his ear. He released Lando's waist and grabbed his hand, leading him over to the table. He pulled Lando's chair out for him before rounding the table and sitting opposite. Reaching across to the smaller table, Oscar began opening the containers to reveal the most delicious smelling Italian food Lando had ever seen. Every item was something that accommodated Lando's picky eating habits, clearly chosen with care and consideration.
"How did you do all this, Osc?" Lando asked as he watched Oscar fill his plate with copious amounts of pasta.
"Called in a few Spiderman favours, but a gentleman never tells." Oscar replied with a grin, handing the plate over to Lando before dishing out his own food.
They ate mostly in silence, able to be comfortable in the quiet of the other's presence. It would be perfect, if Lando didn't have the events of the night still running through his mind. He was still upset at Oscar, even though the Australian had planned this rooftop dinner to make up for it. As much as it was lovely and sweet, he just wanted his boyfriend to show up when he said he would. Pretending everything was fine now because Oscar apologised with dinner wouldn't stop this from happening again. As selfish as it was, Lando wanted to feel like a priority in his boyfriend's life, not something that could be pushed to the sidelines until Oscar had time for him. Lando spent the whole dinner trying to figure out how to approach the subject without sounding immature and ungrateful. The perfect opportunity struck when they'd finished eating. Oscar had stood to clear their plates when Lando finally spoke up.
"Oscar, can we talk about tonight?" The nerves were audible in his voice. Oscar made eye contact with him, and upon seeing the look in Lando's eyes, sat back down in his chair.
"You're upset with me." Oscar stated bluntly, not unkind but straight to the point. Lando wrung his hands under the table, suddenly sweating with nerves.
"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, Osc. This was so lovely and sweet. It's just- I asked for one night for just us. I feel like Spiderman is your whole life right now. I just wanted some time with you, away from all of that." The explanation came out in a rush. Oscar nodded along at his thoughts, guilt creeping back in.
"I feel awful for being so late tonight, especially when I promised you. But I don't always get a choice. There's a lot of things happening in this city right now that I'm trying to stop. I can't just stop being Spiderman, not when people are in danger. When you'd be in danger." Oscar looked tired when he said it, a bone deep exhaustion that sleep couldn't get rid of. Spiderman was taking a toll on them both recently; Lando hated seeing him this way. He placed his hand on top of Oscar's, his larger hand completely covering the younger man's.
"I don't want you to stop being Spiderman. I love that you're Spiderman, but I love Oscar Piastri more. I'm just scared you love being Spiderman more." More than me went unspoken. Lando's voice cracked on the admission of his biggest fear. He looked anywhere except the man opposite him, not wanting to see the look on Oscar's face. Oscar himself sounded choked up when he spoke again.
"Lando, I love you. More than anything in the world. I'm so sorry that I've been making you feel like you're not important to me."
"I know you love me, Osc. But it's difficult not to feel like this doesn't mean as much to you." Lando gestured between them as he spoke, eyes burning with unshed tears. He finally met Oscar's gaze once again, seeing brown eyes wide with guilt and sadness.
"I can't even explain how much you mean to me. Tell me how I can show you."
"All I want is for you to remember you're a person with a life under that mask, Osc. I'm part of this life too. Be here with me." Lando said, bringing his other hand to cup Oscar's face. Oscar placed his hand over Lando's, nodding against it.
"I'll try. I'll keep trying." The Australian's voice barely above a whisper. Lando smiled.
"That's all I ask. But I swear to god Oscar, if you skip our anniversary." His mock stern tone immediately lightened the mood. Oscar laughed, a soft laugh that was only Lando's to hear. The tension immediately lifted, their normal banter and conversation resuming as if they hadn't been pouring their hearts out five minutes ago. It wasn't always easy for them to have an honest conversation, but both men felt lighter for it.
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When it finally got too cold to stay out on the rooftop, Oscar escorted Lando back to his apartment. They paused the threshold as Lando unlocked the door and stepped inside. Oscar hovered, half in and half out. It was nearly 2am and he didn't want Lando to lose anymore sleep. Lando, however, had other ideas.
"Are you going to stand in the hall all night, or are you coming in for some mind blowing valentines sex?" Lando got straight to the point, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Oscar blushed, bright smile plastered on his face. He stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him. It was all the answer Lando needed.
It was all slow, lazy movements at first. Both too practiced and familiar with each other's bodies to be in any great rush. Items of clothing were removed and dropped on the floor haphazardly as they kissed their way to the bedroom. Pressing Oscar to the wall outside his bedroom, Lando's kissed down the younger man's neck, savouring every hitch of breath and whine escaping him. Oscar's hands wound their way into Lando's curls and tugged gently, earning a moan in return from the Brit.
Neither of the men had a specific preference when it came to sex, them switching positions and control with ease whenever they fancied. With the way Lando gripped his hips as he backed him towards the bed, Oscar knew Lando wanted control tonight. The Australian let him have it happily. Lando could have any way he wanted that night.
Touches were more urgent now. More purposeful. A quick grab of lube from Lando's dresser and then Lando's between Oscar's thighs opening him up. Oscar's already completely blissed out by the time Lando's pushing into him. Planting his hands either side of Oscar's ribs, Lando leans down and crashes their lips together. He sets a leisurely pace and Oscar sinks into it, feeling perfectly stretched and full. The room is filled with murmured praise and soft giggles, contrasting the obscene sound of skin on skin. It's perfect, until Lando's chaotic brain popped a random thought into his mind.
"I wonder what green goblin would think about you getting topped." Lando said without thinking as he stilled above Oscar mid-thrust. Oscar groaned, both at the comment and the sudden lack of movement.
"Please don't say things like that while you're inside me." Oscar laughed, shoving Lando's shoulder gently.
"What? I'm just saying, they all think you're this tough guy but I've got you wrapped around my finger in bed." Lando continued, mischievous glint in his eyes. He still wasn't moving inside of Oscar, teasing him. The Australian whined, frustrated and desperately needing Lando to fuck him.
"Oh my god, Lando. Pull out and keep talking, or shut up and fuck me already." Oscar knew he sounded bratty but he didn't care. He just needed Lando to move. He shuffled his hips impatiently, trying to get any form of friction Lando chuckled, brushing his fingers through Oscar's curls. Then his hips surged forward, angled perfectly to hit the spot that made Oscar see stars. It pulled a loud moan from the Australian's lips, back arching off the bed.
"Oh Spidey, you're such a brat." Lando smirked as he thrusted hard into Oscar, hitting that sweet spot every time. Every thrust punched the breath out of the younger man, leaving him a mess of moans and whines under Lando. It didn't take Oscar long to reach his climax after that, Lando following him seconds later.
After, they laid in a tangled mess of limbs. Oscar's head on Lando's chest. Lando drawing slow, lazy circles on Oscar's stomach with his fingertips. This was exactly the Valentine's Day Lando had had in mind. Feeling safe and surrounded by their love for each other. Pressing his lips into Oscar's hair, he felt the younger man's sigh into the touch. Oscar was drifting into sleep, his breathing evening out.
"Hey Osc?" Lando murmured into his hair. The muffled "yeah" from Oscar making his mouth curve into a gentle smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day."