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Oscar had leaned back in his chair to pull his hoodie off, his biceps flexing as he stretched his arms up to pull off the fabric, the maroon t-shirt he wore underneath riding up just slightly to reveal a small strip of skin on his stomach. Lando caught himself staring for just a second too long, earning a raised eyebrow and a quiet laugh from Oscar who (thank god) didn’t seem to care too much.
Lando boiled down the fact that he soon after excused himself from the table to get himself off in his drivers room to him just being especially horny that day. Sure, he’d always found Oscar a bit unbearably attractive, but god he looked good in that shirt. Something about it made him want to tear the damn thing off with his teeth. He tried to push those thoughts away whenever they arose, because that was his teammate, and that’s weird. But it didn’t stop him from semi-regularly jacking off in the shower about it.
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In which Lando likes Oscar's maroon shirt a little too much, and everything starts reminding him of it.
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As soon as the door shut behind him, Oscar stood up, not hesitating this time to push Lando against the wall - earning a quiet yelp of surprise from him. “You’re a fuckin’ brat. You knew exactly what you were doing out there,” he murmured against his ear, keeping him pinned against the wall by his shoulders.
Lando seemed like he was trying his best not to react, but the heavy rise and fall of his chest was a dead giveaway of how much this was affecting him. “Dunno what you’re talking about,” he replied, his hands coming up to brace tightly on Oscar’s waist.
Oscar pushed Lando harder against the wall, drawing out another stifled noise from him. Maybe this was what Lando was trying to elicit from him the entire time; trying to push him to his breaking point until he did something about it. But, he wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Oscar was quickly forming a specific plan, something he knew he could get proper payback with.
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Lando has too much fun watching Oscar get flustered at work, and Oscar decides to edge him the whole day
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As soon as Jenson was out of earshot, Lando practically tore Oscar’s hand off his shoulder, spinning around to face him head on.
“Oi, what the fuck was that?” He snapped, leaning in slightly so any potential passerbys wouldn’t pick up on his vitriolic tone and try to make a headline out of it.
Oscar exhaled sharply, straightening his posture while his eyes darted over Lando’s face. “He was being weird, Lan. He’s way too touchy with you, it’s not- It’s not normal.”
“Jesus, you’re- I’m not having this conversation here. We’ll talk after media or something.” Lando’s voice was uncharacteristically sharp, turning away from Oscar and walking off before he could argue back. It had Oscar’s blood boiling, desperate to show Lando how wrong he was about Jenson, desperate to convince him how much better he could be spending his time than entertaining that piece of shit for another second.
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Oscar is not a fan of how comfortable Jenson Button feels flirting with Lando.
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“...That was fucked,” Oscar murmured once the door had closed in front of them, jamming the button for their floor forcefully with his thumb.
“No shit. At least you finished,” Lando snapped back immediately, not holding back the glare he shot in his direction.
“Oh, fuck off. We both did a shit job, not everything has to be a goddamn competition.”
Lando’s eyes widened, shoving Oscar’s shoulder just hard enough to move him slightly. “I didn’t do a shit job, though! Fuckin’ hell, I did fine, I took the goddamn lead at the start! You made a stupid call in T10, my gearbox fucked itself. Big frickin’ difference there, mate.”
Oscar didn’t reply right away, instead immediately grabbing Lando’s shoulders and pushing him hard against the wall of the elevator. The breath punched out of Lando’s lungs immediately at the impact, but he didn’t try to move away, just staring back at him incredulously while he grabbed onto the fabric at the front of Oscar’s hoodie.
Before either of them could say anything, the lift slowed to a stop, a loud ding indicating that they’d arrived to their floor.
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Lando and Oscar get into an argument after Canada
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23 Jun 2026
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"You're awful red, y'know."
"I'm not." Lando quickly turned back away to the window, his heart beginning to race slightly in his chest.
"You are, though, princess."
The air nearly punched from Lando's lungs at that, a barely-there noise leaving his throat while he pulled his hood further down over his face. This was literal torture, and his only option of escape was jumping out of a moving car (that was definitely going considerably faster than the posted speed limit).
Before he had time to craft up some kind of response that could shut Oscar up in a last ditch attempt to save his remaining sanity, Lando nearly jumped out of his skin when he suddenly felt a hand moving to rest on his thigh.
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