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After the party, Oscar spirals. He can’t stop fucking thinking about it. About Lando’s hands on him, or Lando’s fingers in his mouth— his cock.
He needs to get a grip. So he does the first thing his brain supplies, he avoids Lando like the plague. Avoiding confrontation might not be wise in the grand scheme of things, but it’s working out pretty well for him at the moment.
Logan has grown suspicious, constantly questioning his antics and weird behaviour, if you can call taking unnecessarily long routes to and from his lecture hall and dorm room every day merely ‘weird.’
But it works. That’s all that matters. Giving him the small victory of getting to avoid Lando’s knowing looks, and most importantly his encounters that always end up in Oscar doing something stupidly irrational.
So he’d stopped going to the library, at least for now. He’d found a small study room on the other side of the campus, one that nobody ever used and very few even cared to know about.
And considering that Lando got a dorm to himself, his dorm building is in an entirely different section from his. About the only thing working in his favor, since Lando would have absolutely no reason to come anywhere near this study room.
Despite all this, Oscar can’t get him out of his mind. Replaying that night over and over in his mind, a confusing mix of hatred and something he can’t stand to face.
It’s been close to a week since they’d done.. whatever they had done, and it won’t get out of his traitorous mind.
But their rivalry remains, which is why he’s here. A handful of books and papers littered across the table before him, all on various topics and important points in the hopes of getting a second victory over Lando.
As time drags on and Oscar finds himself increasingly unable to retain the information he’s studying, his mind wanders subconsciously. Images flash into his mind, of Lando, with his unnecessarily big arms, holding Oscar down as he fucks him into the mattress and—
Shit, what?
His dick stirs with interest, throat suddenly dry. Lando, who praises him so well, would he whisper in his ear? Tell him how good he’s being, how good he’s taking him? Or would he degrade him instead, mocking him for how pathetically desperate he is for it?
And now he’s really working himself up, and he wills his mind to stop. Trying desperately to flush his brain of the lewd fantasies. No. Not fantasies— that’s not what they are. Definitely not.
He doesn’t get any more studying in that afternoon.
“Dude, you can’t tell me something isn’t up. What happened?” Logan demands, cornering him in their room.
Oscar’s eyes dart around the room, anywhere but his prying friend. But there’s nowhere for him to go, not with this little space between them.
“Nothing! Seriously!” The Aussie protests with an exaggerated lilt. His friend doesn’t buy it.
His denial earns him a scoff, “Bullshit. Does it have to do with Lando?” Spot on. Oscar’s face gives him away before he can deny, because he flushes. A very not normal reaction at the mention of your rival, he notes. “It does!” Logan gasps, moving back to give his flushed friend space.
“It might have something to do with him.” He murmurs, yet when the American pries even further he has no choice. So he tells him. It ends with Logan’s mouth hanging open as he stares at him, eyes wide.
A lengthy few moments of silence later, he’s bombarded with questions. “Why am I only just hearing of this?”, “When did this start?”, “Is he any good?” The last question earns a puzzled laugh from Oscar, who is merely glad his friend isn’t mad. And weirdly glad he isn’t disgusted by the fact it’s Lando. Just shocked, and a little confused.
He had intentionally left out the park where Lando helped him discover three kinks he hadn’t even known he had. That information is something Oscar plans on keeping a very, very, well-protected secret. Entirely for his own pride.
The next day he’d been making his way through the dining hall, on his way to the front entryway when he spots Lando to the left of him. The brunettes eyes narrow slightly, as if in determination.
Oscar spins on his heel, sighing to himself as he realises he’ll have to find a different route. As he begins to walk away, he distantly registers Lando calling out his name. “Oscar, wait.” His tone is demanding.
The Aussie hurries away, effectively losing him in the crowd. He makes it to the front of the campus a lot later than he’d planned. Frustrated and for some reason eerily nervous about ignoring Lando.
He doesn’t see him for the next two days, thankfully. But his mind doesn’t stop with the invading images of Lando, and he can’t stop replaying their previous interactions.
Logan had encouraged him to just talk to him about it, but that’s not an option. Not after all this effort to avoid him.
Yet his plans crumble around him as he makes his way out of their lecture hall, speeding down the steps so he can make it out of the room before Lando.
He doesn’t make it far down the hallway until he hears footsteps hurrying after him, “Oscar, stop.” Lando’s voice is so firm, so commanding, that despite everything, he stops.
Catching up to him, Lando has the nerve to smirk, “Good boy.” He praises, which has the younger inhaling as he shakes his head, “Jesus Christ, don’t start with that shit.” Oscar hisses, as if the words had burnt him.
The older doesn’t relent, eyeing him up and down when he steps closer. “Why, because you like it?” Lando teases, tone taking on that slightly belittling and condescending lilt that has Oscar on the brink of giving up this scheme of avoiding him.
“I’m not dealing with that,” The Aussie grinds out, eyes full of ‘resentment’. “So don’t even try.” His words don’t land the way he’d hoped, because it elicits a small task from the older.
“Didn’t take you for a brat, Oscar.” The words are said with a mocking and overtly fake surprise.
“I’m not a brat.” He denies, and has half a mind to walk away. But he doesn’t, for some unknown reason he doesn’t really want to.
Scoff echoing through the now empty corridor, Lando backs him up against a wall, hands coming up to settle on his hips— sitting perfectly on the curves of them. Like they were made for his hands.
“No, you’re right. Because you’re so good, aren’t you? Always been so good for me.” He purrs, one of his hands coming up to cup the younger’s jaw, moving his face this way and that, gauging Oscar’s compliance. His smirk turns devilish as he doesn’t get any stubbornness, able to move his face any which way he wants with no protest.
“There you go.” He hums, letting his hand drop back to the unoccupied hip. “Wanna tell me why you’ve been hiding from me again?” Lando prompts, eyebrow raised.
Distantly, Oscar realises they’re still in the hallway. He whines, a throaty noise that conveys his concern. “Yeah, okay.” Lando sighs, leaning off the wall.
He wraps his hand around the back of Oscar’s neck, keeping him in place beside him as he begins leading him through the corridors.
Before even registering where they’d been heading, Oscar finds himself in Lando’s room as he steps through a door.
It shuts firmly behind him, locked immediately. Hands find his hips again, spinning him around so his back hits the wall. “Now are you gonna answer my question?” The older cocks an eyebrow expectantly.
Oscar doesn’t really know how he’d given in so easily, but his mind is fuzzy and he can’t find it in him to lie. “Didn’t wanna see you, was angry. Frustrated,” He admits, eyes averted. “And.. I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” The last few words are whispered, barely audible; reflecting his shyness in admitting to it.
“Oh Oscar,” He tuts, “Couldn’t stop thinking about me, such a good boy. Despite everything.” Lando praises, immediately tightening his grip on the younger’s hips, shifting his leg to nudge slightly in between Oscar’s thighs. Keeping it still there, waiting.
“All this talk about hating me, but your silly little brain wouldn’t stop imagining what I’d do to you, is that right?” The question is tentative, testing.
Oscar yields embarrassingly quickly, a small noise that gets caught in his throat as he nods, still not meeting the elder's gaze. Instinctively, he spreads his thighs to give Lando’s leg access— who wastes no time in slotting it between them. He keeps it there for a moment, before his smirk turns darker and he presses his knee upwards slightly, pressing against Oscar’s now growing bulge.
“Lando..” He warns, voice so pathetically breathy. “Shh, ‘s this what you want?” Lando confirms, and when he gets his answer in the form of an eager nod, he presses his knee firmer. Grinding it against Oscar’s clothed cock, and watches with rapt attention as the younger’s hips begin rocking backwards and forwards against it; humping his thigh.
“God, you’re a slut. But then again, I’ve known that since you got on your knees for me and sucked my dick.” Lando sneers, such a cruel expression, and it makes Oscar’s head spin, folding under the older’s whims. “Shit, p-please.” He begs, doesn’t know what for. Just knows he wants more of anything.
His request is met immediately, because he’s being pulled off the wall and pushed down onto the bed, Lando manhandles him into position, putting him on all fours as he takes up a place behind him. Lando hooks his fingers into Oscar’s sweats, waiting for the nod the younger gives before pulling them down.
And fucking hell, Oscar’s thighs. He’s met with plush, milky skin that ripples when he pushes against it. The sight alone is enough to have him throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, aching to grip his thighs as he fucks into him.
He reaches off to the side, bringing a bottle of chocolate scented lube into his hand as he flicks the cap open, coating two digits. “God, the sight of you, on all fours and waiting like an obedient slut.” He groans, earning a displeased sound from the younger, who angles his head over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up, get on with it.” He hisses.
Lando smirks, Oscar has walked right into that one. He raises his palm before bringing it down against the ass presented to him, watching the skin move and redden. “Now where’s your manners gone? I’m just gonna have to fuck them into you then, hm?” He hums, circling the younger’s rim with a lubed finger; watching it clench around nothing.
Right as the Aussie goes to run his mouth some more, Lando presses a finger against the tight ring before pushing in. And fuck, he’s so tight. It’s an effort to move his finger around, knuckle slipping in. He presses a second in beside it, and Oscar whimpers at the stretch.
“Be patient. Unless you want me to hurt, you into that as well?” Lando scoffs, earning a quick protest from the younger. He scissors his two fingers inside him, stretching his hole out just enough to slip the third in.
Oscar’s letting out soft little noises under his breath, breathy grunts and whimpers that turn into high-pitched whines when Lando purposely curls his fingers against his prostate. “There you go, does that feel good?” He hums, fingers working against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He gets a response when he feels Oscar’s hole clenching around him, sucking his fingers in deeper as he wails, “Pleasepleaseplease— need more.”
Lando isn’t that nice. He withdraws his fingers, watching Oscar clench around nothing this time, whimpering at the emptiness. The older takes his time in freeing his cock, wrapping a palm around himself as he works himself to hardness. He makes a point of letting his tip press against Oscar’s hole, not moving. Just shy of pushing in.
Oscar sobs, “Just put it in you dickhead.” He demands, voice contrastingly needy. Lando smirks at that, unmoving. “Ask me nicely,” He purrs directly into the younger’s ear, leaning down— the movement causing his cock to press harder against Oscar’s hole, so close to slipping in.
“Fuck— please, please just fuck me already.“ He whines, ass pressing backwards against Lando’s cock. “You can do better than that, but I’ll just have to get it out of you another way then.” And that’s all he says before pushing in, cock stretching his hole out slightly— not prepped precisely.
And when he bottoms out, they both take a breath to gather themselves. Then Lando is moving, hips beginning to rock forward into the heat enveloping his cock. “Fucking hell, you’re still so tight.” He groans, hands gripping Oscar’s hips.
“Maybe if you had prepped me properly— shit—“ The Aussie begins, cut off with an obscene moan as Lando’s cock begins to brush his prostate with striking ease. His thrusts grow faster, harder as they snap upwards at a brutal pace.
As the older speeds up, Oscar’s hands give out where they’re holding him up on all fours, chest falling limply into the mattress. “Too much for you, hm baby? Can’t keep yourself up?” Lando mocks, one of his hands moving to wrap around Oscar’s neck; squeezing as he presses him into the mattress.
Oscar’s eyes roll back, mind catching on the petname as he gets fucked ruthlessly into his rival's bed. “Hnngh— s-shut up.” He whines, muffled slightly from where his face is being pushed into the sheets.
Lando’s hands tighten their grip on the younger, grunting when his thrusts start to grow erratic. But not before Oscar clenches around him, unbelievably tight as his body locks up. “Lando—!” He moans, cock spilling all over the mattress as he comes untouched.
Lando follows in quick succession, spilling his release inside the younger’s hole; who whines at the warmth flooding inside him. They take a moment to catch their breath, the older gently pulls out, watching cum drip out of the younger’s hole.
“Fucking hell, wanted to do that for so long.” He groans, taking in the sight of Oscar’s post-orgasmic state. Face a dusty pink, lips red from biting them, and his eyes are slightly glossy with need and unshed tears.
He watches the younger shift, wincing as moves his hips to sit up. The sheets are messy, but they don’t care right now.
As they sit there for a brief pause, Oscar lets his eyes trail down to Lando’s half-hard cock settled against his thigh. Swallowing thickly. He looks a little unsure, eyebrows knitted together and looking so pathetic.
He leans forward a little, hand skimming up Lando’s thigh as he wraps a hand around the older’s cock, who winces, before grunting.
The brunette’s eyes catch on Oscar’s hand, so dainty and small. Notices that Oscar’s nails are long, so nicely trimmed and clean that they look like a girls. Lando can’t help himself. “Your hands are so small, fuck— do you do your nails?” He rambles, “Wanna look all pretty Osc, like a girl?” A needy whimper. “Yeah, you like that? Wanna be pretty for me, baby?”
The hand on his cock speeds up, simultaneously losing rhythm. He watches the younger’s mouth part, as if he’d gone to say something and didn’t. Or couldn’t. “Aww, what’s wrong, lost your words?“ He taunts, a mocking pout as his cock hardens once again and the hand on him disappears. “So beautiful, perfect hands and body. With those thighs and that ass, you’re like a pretty girl, Osc. My pretty girl.”
It’s enough to have the younger’s hips twitching, his eyes are so wide and glossy, looking so distraught in his need. Lando coos, “So needy, all worked up again hm? Come on, want you to ride me.”
He watches the younger settle in his lap, helping guide his hips up and helping him sink down onto his cock. Oscar whimpers when their bodies connect, thighs trembling with the effort of lifting himself up before dropping back down. Then his hips are moving, making little circular movements as Lando helps the younger ride him.
Most importantly, it doesn’t take long until Lando notices the shift. A few stray tears spill down Oscar’s cheeks as his eyes glaze, mouth permanently hung open as he struggles to contain his noises.
“So good for me, hm? Riding me so well, good boy Osc.” He praises, watching the younger’s eyes flutter. “Can’t do it yourself though, can you?” He teases, a half-rhetorical question. He gets no response, just a little whine.
With a groan, Lando realises. “Oh baby, can’t find the words? You’ve gone all dumb, is that it?” His hands are on Oscar’s hips, guiding him back and forth in his cock— moaning in unison.
He gets a half nod in response, and the confirmation has his abdomen drawing up tight. “Don’t stand much of a chance of beating me like this, do you? Fucked stupid on my cock.” His words are so degrading, so humiliating, that Oscar can merely mewl. “Nnh— ngfh.”
Lando prolongs his impending orgasm for as long as possible, before letting his cum spill into the younger for a second time, who comes after him this time with a high-pitched whine.
This time when they both calm down, Lando lets Oscar come back to it as he finds a damp cloth to clean them both with. Careful not to be too rough, he cleans the inside of the Aussie’s thighs and his sensitive hole.
When Oscar’s eyes clear, coming back to it, he groans. “You’re such an asshole.” He huffs, most likely referring to all of Lando’s comments that entire time. “Maybe, yet you’re still not beating me on the speech.”
A challenge. The younger raises an eyebrow, “That’s bold coming from someone who came second last time.” He smirks, but the older smirks in return. “Says the one who just went dumb on my cock.”
And oh, Lando gets an idea.
Things weirdly aren’t drastically different between them after that. Their rivalry still stands, but they can’t get enough of each other. Whether it be sucking each other off quickly in study rooms between lectures, riling the other up cruelly, or even fucking every few days.
All while claiming to hate each other. Oscar is fucking addicted, can’t stop thinking about Lando, about everything that’s happened between them.
On the day of their test, quite literally twenty odd minutes before, Lando has a needy, overstimulated Oscar spread out beneath him as he fucks into him at a brutal pace. They’d been at it for a while, both on their second orgasm. But it’s part of Lando’s plan, one that’ll no doubt earn him backlash from the younger. Once it’s happened.
See, with the knowledge that he can quite literally fuck Oscar dumb, he’s determined to use that to his advantage in the cruellest way possible.
As he fucks into the younger beneath him, hands holding Oscar’s thighs apart, he notes the increasing glossiness in his eyes. By the time he’s nearing his second orgasm, Oscar’s mouth is parting and closing as if trying to convey words, tears spill down his flushed cheeks in needy frustration. So beautifully dumb beneath him.
And then it’s time to do their speeches. Oscar had barely any time to compose himself, walking into class and fighting the urge to wince at his sore hole as he made his way to the front of the room. Still pink.
He clears his throat, swallowing a few too many times as he struggles to get his mind into gear. “Today, I-I’m.. I uh, I’m going to talk about what it’s like to stand at the crossroad— sorry.. the middle of physics and engineering, how they..” Oscar trails off, blinking furiously. As if trying to clear his mind. “How they correlate and can come together.”
He stutters and stammers through the entire thing, almost guaranteed second place now. Lando watches the entire thing hard and smirking.
After delivering his own speech and following Oscar out of the hall, he’s met with a look of pure anger when they reach a private study room.
“You fucking asshole!” Oscar yells, shoving him back a step. “I just humiliated myself in front of the entire hall!” He groans.
Lando, doesn’t let the smirk drop. “Mhm. It was so hot, watching you try to compose yourself after being fucked stupid by your ‘rival’.” The younger flushes at that, turning away.
“Whatever. I hope you’re glad you’re guaranteed to come first.” He scoffs, words holding no real anger behind them.
“Oh, I am. Because I don’t care about that as much anymore.” He shrugs, earning a confused furrow of Oscar’s eyebrows.
“I know you cannot possibly be that dumb,” Lando adds, hinting tone in his voice. The younger merely shrugs in return. And then Lando is crossing the room, pressing Oscar up against the wall as his lips crash into the younger’s. It’s rough, passionate with prolonged need. With want.
When Lando pulls back, Oscar is somehow even redder than before, looking so pretty. “You’re not— are you—“ He stammers, confused and unsure if he’d understood correctly.
It earns him an exasperated laugh, “Jesus Christ, yes. I don’t care if we’re rivals, I don’t care if I win or lose to you. Because I have you Osc, because I love you.” He admits, sighing as the words escape him.
Oscar sort of wants to cry and shove him. Which he thinks is a good sign, because he’s the one to kiss Lando this time. The younger pulls away, huffing, “Fuck you, I’m still mad about earlier.” Yet despite his annoyed expression, “I love you too.” He grins the words out in a faux display of anger. Cute.
Logan pushes Oscar back playfully, annoyance evident on his face. “Oscar I swear to god, you need to start telling me these things as they happen!” He yells.
And from now on, he will.