Work Text:
It was night. A real, heavy night — two a.m. in Singapore. Oscar couldn’t sleep. He lay on the perfectly made white bed that smelled of detergent — that all-too-familiar hotel smell, sterile and distant. His phone buzzed on the bedside table.
Who texts at this hour? he thought groggily. He knew he only kept notifications on for personal messages — the ones that came directly to his number. The name on the screen made his stomach twist.
Lando Norris ( do not answer ).
- hey
Oscar stared at the message for what felt like ten minutes. Finally, after a few slow blinks, he sighed and tapped the screen.
- Hello?
He had no idea what Lando wanted. Since their breakup, there had been nothing — no texts, no calls, just silence. Though, to be fair, Oscar had been checking his stories from time to time. Maybe… more than “from time to time.” He’d seen Magui. The new girlfriend. Beach photos, racetrack selfies, flowers. It wouldn’t have stung that much if Lando hadn’t found her less than a week after they broke up. Maybe even sooner. There had been a few sleepless nights full of overthinking, but eventually Oscar reached that quiet kind of acceptance: you move on, wish them luck, and forget the sun-soaked DJ. And yet — here he was. Texting him. In the middle of the night. He had to be drunk.
- can we talk??
The message came with a short delay.
- About? — Oscar sighed.
- about
us
?
His breath hitched. His palms felt clammy, but he still managed to type. The typing dots appeared again.
- can we just
stop acting like
this?
wanna talk abt our
relationship
Oscar stared at the screen, heart pounding.
- Relationship? I wonder why I don’t know.
- cmon
you KNOW
what i mean
abt why we brpke up
That old habit of Lando’s; typos when he was nervous - had always been something Oscar found both adorable and infuriating.
- miss u
Oscar froze. For a moment he wanted to run, to sprint out of the room, or maybe jump straight out the window. He was drunk. He had to be drunk.
- Fine?
- fine as u miss me too??
cause i cant stop
thinking
- And what did you think?
- know it looks selfish bu t
shes not u
not important that much
Oscar closed his eyes. Of course. A classic drunk confession.
-You have to focus on the present.
- youre the one who
dumped me
- I dumped you cause you like girls, just accept and move on.
- not that easy
There was a pause. But both of them stayed online.
- facetime?
- You want to call?
- want to see ya.
Oscar hesitated. For a few seconds he just stared at the screen — “Lando Norris (do not answer)” — before he pressed accept. A faint crackle, and then that voice — soft, husky, a little sleepy: “Hey” Oscar looked up. There he was. Lando. The same old black Monster hoodie, stained with cola, warm light glowing from somewhere off-screen. His curls were messy. His eyes — glassy. He was definitely drunk.
“Um… hey” Oscar said quietly, his voice uncertain. “And what were we talking about?”
Lando was silent for a long time, as if searching for words. Then he exhaled. “I feel like I could use some phone sex right now.” The air left the room.
Oscar choked, coughed, staring at the screen in disbelief. “Sorry… phone sex?”
Lando tried to smile, maybe turn it into a joke — but failed. His voice came out low, almost a whisper: “Magui’s not here.”
Oscar shut his eyes. His mind was chaos — logic and longing clashing somewhere deep inside. He did miss him. Too much, for too long. “Okay then… um…Take off"
Lando’s hands trembled a little as he reached for the edge of his sweatshirt. Slowly, he pulled it out of his body and threw it aside, leaving it only in a T-shirt. He could feel Oscar’s eyes on him, and it made his heart beat even harder in his chest "What’s the matter with you?" he asked, redirecting his attention back to Oscar. "Aren’t you going to take off that blanket?"
"There’s nothing on me, that would be unfair, right?"
Lando’s heart popped as he processed words. "There’s nothing under?" he asked, unable to cope with the shock. He could not imagine what Oscar looked like under that blanket. He shook his head, remembering that Oscar was teasing him again. "It’s not fair, that’s right," he repeated, trying to sound calm.
He slowly lowered his hand down the chest to the waist of his sports pants. He looked at Oscar on the phone, his eyes meet his. "Would you like me to do that?" he asked, a little quivering.
"What other ways phone sex happens?" with a sneer answered Oscar.
Lando laughed nervously in response to his statement, realizing how stupid his question was. He was clearly out of his element. "You’re right," he admitted, trying to calm the nerves that were passing through him. He took a deep breath, leaving his hand on the waistband of his sports trousers, and finally gathered the courage to obey Oscar’s orders.
Lando saw Oscar watching him closely, tongue torn out and lips moistened. His heart broke from the sight, knowing that he had full attention. Carefully, he slipped his hand under the waistband of his sports trousers and began to slowly stroke himself. He closed his eyes and choked slightly at the first sign of pleasure. All this time, Oscar was looking at him, watching each movement. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft gasp as he started to feel the first hints of pleasure. As Lando slowly increased the pace, he couldn’t help but let out soft moans of pleasure. The fact that Oscar was watching him, giving him this much attention, only made the sensation even more intense. He opened his eyes again, finding eyes fixed on him. It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of gaze and the growing pleasure within him. "Oscar.." he gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.
- Yeah? – He didn’t even know how he could enjoy this awkwardness.
Lando moaned softly at the sound of Oscar’s voice, feeling the heat between them grow even more intense. "God, I’ve missed you." he murmured, caught up in the moment. His hand moved faster, his grip tight as he continued to pleasure himself under his sweatpants.
- Really? – Oscar chuckled with his usual grin, without taking his eyes off the sight.
Lando let out a low groan, feeling both frustrated and aroused at his taunts. "You know you are." he replied, his voice low and rough. He continued to stroke himself, the sensation building up inside him. But he yearned for more, he wanted Oscar to be closer, he wanted to be the one giving him this pleasure. "I need you." he moaned, his fingers clenching in the fabric. Lando bit his lip and looked up at the screen, finding brown eyes fixed intently on him. "I can practically feel your gaze." he murmured, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement under intense stare. His free hand reached up to his mouth, trying to silence his sounds.
"No, take your hands off." – suddenly exclaimed Oscar
Lando’s hand dropped from his mouth, his fingers trembling slightly as he obeyed Oscar’s command. "You - you want to hear me?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. His hand continued its movements, his breaths becoming faster.
"-Yeah, look at me, don’t look away."
Lando obeyed, looking up directly into eyes through the screen. His movements became more desperate and needy, the sensation building up and up. "You’re not fair at all." he panted, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to keep his eyes locked. Jaw went slack as he watched Oscar’s lips part and saw his teeth graze his own lower lip. He was captivated by the sight, finding this expression almost overwhelmingly attractive. "You... you look so good right now." he murmured. He nodded, his hand picking up speed as he took in Oscar’s flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "God, you’re gorgeous." he moaned, his voice a low, rough whisper.
"Now you can talk about our relationship." replied with a sigh.
Lando let out a short, breathy laugh, finding Oscar’s remark both amusing and infuriating. "You’re still unbearable." he managed to say between gasps, his hand is still working under his sweatpants. "Even in situations like this." His tone was both exasperated and affectionate. He moaned louder at Oscar’s request, feeling a delicious shiver run down his spine. "I missed you... Oscar." he gasped. "So much."
"Missed you too."
Lando moaned in response, his body trembling with pleasure at the sound of this voice. He was already on the edge, and the way Oscar was looking at him in this moment was only intensifying the pleasure.
"I want this to..." he moaned, his fingers tightening around himself. "I want this to be real. I want you here with me." Lando struggled to form a coherent thought as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "I... I’m close." he moaned, his words broken and breathless.
"You’re going to cry." said Oscar, scowling.
Lando moaned at the thought, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The tension was growing unbearable, and he was teetering on the edge. "Oh god, yes. Yes, I might." he moaned, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Keep... keep talking. Please. Tell me... something, anything."
"Love you." whispered.
Lando moaned at the words, feeling a surge of emotions mixed with pleasure. He was on the verge of tears now, a mess of pleasure and desperation. "I love you too. So much." he panted, his whole body trembling. "I’m... I’m so close."
Lando was teetering on the edge of pleasure, moans and gasps escaping him uncontrollably. He could almost taste his release now, and it was torture not to give in.
"Oh god, I can’t hold back anymore. Please, I need... I need to come." he begged, his voice filled with desperation.
"You can, Lando." Oscar whispered.
Lando moaned in relief and desperation, feeling the permission he desperately needed. He was already so close, and hearing command pushed him over the edge. "Oh Christ." he moaned, his hand working even faster as he finally reached his climax. His body trembled with pleasure and exhaustion, his mind utterly blank for a few seconds as he rode out the intense sensation
Oscar watched silently for the blessed, long forgotten about his arousal that unpleasantly rubbed on the blanket.
He took in the air, coming to himself but with a vague look. "- It was.. fun..." Lando chuckled, feeling the awkwardness in the air but wanting to dispel it. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair once more. "Yeah, it is a bit weird." he said, "Does that count as cheating if I just wanked on your face?
Oscar gave a laugh and later sank to think.
- It’s probably just a wank. Like porn?
- But you’re more than just porn, Osc. I’m sorry I did a terrible thing and with you and with her. – Lando answered with anxiety losing the threads of his pants.
-Hey, Lan, look at me.
And Lando looked.
- It’s all right. Discuss it with your current one, say it like it is, got it?
Lando groaned. - Noted. Sorry. This is the weirdest sex I’ve ever had.