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“I’ve worked with loads of alphas. I grew up kart racing, so most of my friends were alphas as a kid and teen, and it was never a problem. Well, not any more than it was for other omegas,” he laughed awkwardly. “Then this new guy started at my work and it’s like I don’t have control over my body anymore.”
“How did it start?”
“At first it was that I’d get really jumpy whenever he would come into the same room as me. I’d be in the car, locked in to test an upgrade, then he’d walk in and all of the muscles in my body would tense up and my anxiety would spike. I’d lose a good 20% of my concentration just thinking about where he was in the room.”
The doctor typed a couple of notes into his computer.
“Not because he was aggressive or anything like that!” Lando added hastily. “He is the chillest guy ever. He never even brings up the fact that he’s an alpha, or tries to throw his weight around. He’s the least intimidating guy you’d ever meet. I’ve never even heard him raise his voice.”
“Perhaps he is using pheromones unintentionally. Have any other omegas at your workplace been having a reaction?”
Lando thought for a moment. “Not that I can tell. Some of my colleagues picked up that something was off with me, including my boss actually, which is why I’m at this appointment. Ha. I thought the effect might wear off after a bit, but all I got was new symptoms.”
“I’ll let you go through the rest of your symptoms in a moment, but I thought you would be relieved to know there is a treatment plan available for adverse or ‘hyper’ omega reactions to individual alphas, like what you are describing. It will, however, require the involvement of this particular alpha. We have an information booklet in the next room I can get for you.”
“Oh, sounds great. What would he have to do though?”
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Oscar was walking down one of the many orange hallways at McLaren. He’d just finished a sim racing session and was replaying the last corner in his head when he felt a familiar elbow link around his own. It jerked to the right, pulling him into a windowless meeting room. The owner of the arm released him before locking the door. He flashed Oscar a cheeky smile.
“Afternoon Oscar.”
“... Afternoon Lando?”
“Take a seat.” the other man gestured to a room of empty meeting chairs around an oval table. He dropped himself onto a chair.
Oscar shrugged then sat opposite him. “So we’re having a meeting?”
“Yup.”
He glanced at the remaining chairs. “Just us?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay.” Oscar raised his eyebrows expectantly at the other driver.
“I’ve got to talk to you about something.” Lando stopped smiling.
“Have I done something wrong?”
Lando looked surprised, then a little guilty. He shifted in his seat. “It’s not something you’ve done. Not on purpose! It’s a me thing actually.”
“A you thing… That involves me?” Oscar asked carefully.
“Yes.”
They sat in silence for a while before Oscar realised he was going to have to get the ball rolling.
“Mate, I know I don’t say this often, but you’re going to have to elaborate."
Lando shuffled around. “It’s embarrassing.”
“More embarrassing than you are usually?”
“Hey, I’m not embarrassing!" Lando stuck his tongue out. “Well, except maybe right now.” He slumped down in his chair, sighing. “It’s a medical thing.”
Oscar frowned.
“No- don’t freak out, it's not like cancer or something. It’s-”
“A second genders thing?”
“Yes. Wait, how did you know that?”
Oscar looked sheepish. “You’re not the most subtle guy in the world, Lando. Every time I walk into a room with you it’s like you get hit by lightning. I was hoping it would stop once you got used to my scent or something.”
“I was hoping that too.”
“ Have you had problems with other alpha drivers?”
Lando shook his head. “Only you. I actually had to make a doctor's appointment when things got worse.”
Oscar started to look ill. “You mean you got more symptoms than that? Because of me? Jesus I’m sorry-”
“Oscar shut up. Even though I said before it was also your fault, I didn’t mean it was actually your fault. My stupid hormones just think you’re a problem when in reality you’re the least intimidating alpha in the world. I literally snuck up on you and dragged you in here earlier, and I was 0% worried you would reflexively deck me or something.”
Oscar didn’t look reassured by that logic, so Lando kept going before he could argue.
“It started with what you were talking about before. Every time you came into a room I could feel you were there, but it wasn’t too bad. At first I thought it was because I was stressed to have a new driving partner, or maybe because I hadn’t been in a long-term relationship with an alpha for a while.” Lando tried to keep his voice even. “Then things got worse. My heats got bad and my normal medication was becoming less effective. I started getting hot and cold flushes and these long intense headaches, then it started to impact my social life. If I was out somewhere like a club with another alpha it was like I couldn’t smell them properly, like they were invisible. Then their scent would hit me so hard I would have to run outside to get air.” Lando’s brow furrowed. “So now I’m stressed and sick all the time, and I can’t even get laid to de-stress!”
“Lando, I had no idea.” Oscar had gone a shade paler. “Do you want me to sit at the other end of the table?”
The omega let out a weak laugh. “Actually it makes it a lot better when you’re here. I start to freak out when you’re far away or next to other people. Some of my symptoms get worse when you’re away for a long time, like for summer break. At the end of the last one I got so nauseous I puked in a taxi.” He laughed weakly.
Oscar put his hands together on the table.
“What did your doctor say we had to do to fix this?”
“Three options.” He tried to make his voice sound positive. “Number one: I ride it out and eventually my hormones calm down.”
Oscar narrowed his eyes. “But that’s what you’ve been doing all year and it only got worse. How long could that take?”
“That’s the fun part. The doctor estimated a few months to at maximum five years.”
“So that’s not an option then, clearly.” Oscar rolled his eyes.
“You say that now, but the other options are a bit racier. And not in the driving kind of way.” Lando started fidgeting with his hands. “Option two is that I try to find another alpha that triggers the same reaction, and then hook up with them for a while.”
“What’s the likelihood of that?”
“Well my symptoms began when you started at McLaren, and I’ve interacted with loads of alphas since then, so the chances of that happening are probably even lower than the chances of option one working. It also doesn’t help that every time I think about getting intimate with another alpha I feel sick.” He admitted.
Oscar mercifully didn’t comment. “So what’s option three?”
“Option three is-” Lando paused to look for the right words. “Option three is that we do something real intimate at least once a week until I get better.”
Oscar’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“Well the doctor recommended I sit on your dick for ten to thirty minutes every week. Bonus points if you pop a knot. Apparently there was a Dutch study in 2018.”
Oscar blinked.
Lando shoved his left pinkie into his mouth and began chewing his nail.
“Oh. That’s very specific.”
“Why aren’t you more upset?” His finger was still half in his mouth as he spoke.
Oscar laughed softly. “I mean I could kind of see it coming after option two.”
“Smart arse.” Lando wiped his hand on his pants.
“Honestly, I was more worried there wasn’t going to be a solution."
Lando blinked at him. “You’re serious about option three.”
Oscar put his hands up. “You wouldn’t have asked me if you didn’t think I might say yes.”
“I dunno. I thought I’d give it a go and then you’d say I should do option two or one. Then I’d ask Father Christmas for the gift of you never bringing up this conversation ever again and maybe I could win all of the remaining races in my career as a reward for my suffering.”
Oscar rolled his eyes. “I think the more important question is do you want to do option three?”
“Um, yeah.” Lando felt his body grow warmer. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. Oscar’s eyes followed the movement.
Oscar licked his lips. “Right so that settles that.”
The two drivers stared at each other with equally pink faces.
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That had been enough heavy conversation for the both of them. Lando also knew Oscar well enough to know that he’d want some alone time to process everything by himself.
They spent the rest of the day doing their actual jobs. Lando was in the simulator (with a giant headache), while Oscar went through a workout with his personal trainer.
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Annoying Norris: You free Friday night?
Orange Pastry: Yes
Annoying Norris: Im asking what you think Im asking
Orange Pastry: Your room or mine?
Annoying Norris: Mine
Orange Pastry: What time?
Annoying Norris: 9ish?
Orange Pastry: (thumbs up emoji)
Annoying Norris: Also you might want to google cockwarming before you come over haha
Annoying Norris: Hello?
Annoying Norris: Did I kill you?
Annoying Norris: Did you die?
Orange Pastry: You cant text me that while Im in the same room as Andrea and Zak
Annoying Norris: Hahahahahahaha
Annoying Norris: Probably dont do your googling over the McLaren wifi XD
Orange Pastry: Would not dream of it
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Lando’s shoulders tensed as soon as he opened the door. Oscar could smell his anxiety spike.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They stared at each other for a beat before Lando remembered to move so Oscar could come in. The alpha was wearing a shirt with sports shorts. Lando was wearing his usual hoodie with sweatpants.
“Hot flushes,” Lando explained, waving at his layers.
“Sorry.”
“Eh, it’s not the worst thing ever. Anyway, make yourself comfortable.” Lando gestured to a sofa covered in extra pillows from the bed.
Oscar hesitated.
“Oh you can move those. I promise I won’t bite.”
Oscar very carefully separated the pillows from the cushions on his side of the sofa then placed them on a chair.
“Do you want a drink?” the other driver called out from the kitchen.
“No tea, thanks Lando.”
“I’ve got milo and some kind of,” he paused to read the label, “protein based hot chocolate?”
Oscar leaned over the arm of the sofa so he could see Lando in the kitchen. He was putting the kettle on to boil.
“Where did you get the milo from?”
“Picked up all of the free sample packets from that place in Melbourne.” Lando winked before retrieving some mugs.
“Um milo then please.”
He watched Lando make one hot chocolate and one milo before bringing the drinks over to the sofa. Lando snuggled himself into the side still covered in pillows opposite Oscar. He brought the hot drink to his lips and sighed. Oscar moved to do the same. He made sure to remember his alpha manners and finished the whole mug before setting it down on the coffee table.
Lando looked pleased. “Not feeling as cold after that.” He put his own drink down so he could stretch. He reached his arms upwards, causing his hoodie to reveal his bare torso. Oscar swallowed.
“Any particular way you want to do this?” Oscar tried to keep his voice even.
“Uh, is it alright if you scent me? The doctor suggested-”
“Sure.” Oscar interrupted.
Lando slowly leaned back into his pile of cushions, trying to relax. Oscar carefully moved over him, using his arms to support himself. Lando arched upwards to get closer, so Oscar made the easy decision to let some of his weight drop down.
Lando tilted his head to the side and let out an appreciative “mmmmm” as Oscar pressed his nose into his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled like hot chocolate, comfort and arousal. Oscar couldn’t resist giving his neck a lick, resulting in a squeak from Lando, before he moved to the other side. The omega angled his head away to give Oscar as much access as possible. The alpha rubbed his nose around until Lando started squirming. Oscar looked down to see him pressing his legs together.
All he could think about was how much he wanted to bite his teammate. He pulled away and settled for chewing his own bottom lip instead. Lando’s eyes tracked the movement. He rubbed his thighs together.
“You hard?” Lando’s voice already sounded out of breath.
Oscar glanced down at his own shorts. “Yep.”
Lando laughed. “Those don’t leave much to the imagination.”
“Probably don’t need them then if they’re doing such a bad job?” Oscar grinned.
Lando rolled his eyes. “Take your shorts off, alpha. Oh and put them between the cushions behind you when you’re finished.”
“Thought you said this wasn’t a nest?” Oscar arched an eyebrow.
“Shut up.”
Oscar put his hands on his shorts waistband then hesitated.
“Before I lose all of my cognitive faculties, how do you want to do this? I mean, do we have to do this a certain way for it to be medical and not just normal cock warming?”
Lando looked up, thinking. “All of the ‘diagrams’ had the alpha on the bottom and the omega sitting on top. Apparently I should start to feel less anxious, and maybe get a little spacey. We have to stop if it gets uncomfortable for either of us. Wait, have you done normal cock warming before?”
Oscar shook his head. “No. You?”
“Nope.”
“Well there’s a first for everything I guess.” He hesitated. “Is it part of it for you or me to um-” he made a gesture, “get off at the end? The internet was a bit unclear.”
Lando’s face and ears went pink. “It didn’t say either of us had to, but uh, we could see how we go?”
Oscar nodded. He could tell Lando was starting to get uncomfortable. “Sounds good. Do you want to scent me before we start?”
Lando looked unsure. “Is that something you normally do with omega partners?”
Oscar leaned back into his side of the sofa, fighting his normal instincts as he tried to relax into the cushions. He tipped his head back until he couldn’t see Lando anymore. He heard the other man let out a shaky exhale before he felt the warmth of his body as he crawled over Oscar. Lando was very gentle as he put his nose to Oscar’s neck. He drew in a breath and held it. Oscar felt a cool puff of air ghosting its way across him as he exhaled. The younger driver shuddered.
Lando gave up on holding himself in a plank and let his body fall flush against Oscar’s. He nosed across his throat, then pushed his face into the soft skin on the other side of his neck.
Oscar groaned and rolled his hips upwards. It felt unexpectedly good being in such a vulnerable position. Lando seemed to be just as into it. Oscar could practically taste his arousal in the air.
“If we don’t stop now we’re gonna end up regular fucking.” Lando said shakily.
“Doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”
“Some other time.”
Oscar’s brain short circuited. By the time it was back online Lando had moved onto a new goal of liberating him from his shirt. Oscar lifted his arms helpfully, and was rewarded with cool air against his torso. He said a silent farewell to his shirt as Lando immediately moved to wedge it into his side of the sofa.
Lando turned back to be met with the sight of Oscar’s bare chest rising up and down. His fingers twitched.
Oscar gently took his hands before placing them over his own chest.
“We’re going to be in this position for a while, so feel free to lean on me or whatever to balance and get comfy.”
“I was actually thinking about how much I wanted to squeeze your tits, but thanks Osc.” He winked.
Oscar arched an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“I meant that in a complimentary way!”
Lando felt the world turn upside down as Oscar flipped him back onto his side of the sofa. He watched a wrong-way-up Oscar stand up and put his hands on his hips. From this angle he had a great view of the tent in Oscar’s trousers. He tried to wolf whistle, but it didn’t come out right.
“Do you want to keep your hoodie on for this?” The other driver asked.
Lando flipped himself around. “I’m still running cold, so yeah,” he looked apologetic,” “but you can touch me under it all you want.”
Lando had to crane his neck up at the other man as he stepped forwards.
“Noted. Can I take your pants off now?”
“Yes please,” Lando breathed, moving his hands to his waistband.
Oscar pushed them out of the way so he could do it himself. Lando felt fabric slide over his skin as his sweat pants and boxers were tugged off in one go. He blushed.
“Sorry, I forgot to ask if you wanted me to shave or-”
Oscar let out a low growl. “None of that.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Oscar stepped back.
“I’m going to take my shorts off now.”
“Yay.”
Oscar snorted before removing his shorts and underwear. He deposited them on the floor safely out of reach of Lando. Not that it mattered, as the omega had his eyes trained elsewhere.
He started touching himself as he spoke. “Oooohhh I am going to feel this for days Oscar. This is completely unfair. You’ve got a huge dick and you’ve never even sent me a photo. Are we really friends?”
Oscar made a displeased noise before grabbing Lando’s wrist and pinning it to the sofa.
“You are too distracting.”
“Good.”
The action had brought their faces very close together. Lando’s breath stuttered. Oscar leaned in a fraction before pulling away. He broke the silence first.
“Do you need me to, uh, prep you first?”
“Osc, I think I’m going to leak all over the cushions if we don’t start soon.” He squeezed his legs together, and Oscar swore he could see the shine of slick on his thighs. His mouth went dry. He moved back from Lando to his side of the sofa. He lay back onto the soft cushions, and tried not to tense every muscle in his body. Lando got up onto his knees before moving over Oscar to cage him in with his legs. The alpha almost lost his composure when he felt a drop of slick land on his thigh. Lando didn’t seem to notice as he lined himself up.
“Ready Osc?”
“Yes.” Oscar gently stroked up and down the other man’s thighs in encouragement.
Lando steadied himself before sinking down onto the head of Oscar’s cock.
“Ahh!” he exclaimed, tensing instinctively before trying in vain to relax his muscles.
Oscar ground his teeth, doing his best to stay still, while Lando gripped his tip in a tight wet hold. Oscar dug his nails into his hands as the omega finally managed to relax enough to slide down past the head. He paused before pulling himself up and lowering back down a few times to adjust to the size.
“Easy there Lando.” Oscar grabbed his hips, stopping his movements.
Lando let out a whine, but complied. Oscar eased up on his grip.
For a while all the younger driver could hear was his own laboured breathing before Lando interrupted it with a groan as he slowly sunk down again. This time he didn’t stop until all of his weight was on Oscar’s pelvis. Now Oscar could feel tightness gripping his whole cock. The omega above him gave an experimental wiggle.
“Lando, do not!”
“You alright?”
“I think I might come if you move.” He scrunched up his face. “How are you so wet and tense at the same time?”
Lando couldn’t help wiggling again. Oscar was so hot and it felt like he was pressing everywhere inside of Lando. The omega wasn’t sure how long he could take it.
Oscar’s fingers dug into his hips again, forcing him to be still. Lando let out a gasp. Oscar felt so big and the pressure was too good while also being too much as he sat still. It was very confusing.
“What did I just say?” Oscar gritted out.
Lando answered with a whine. He felt Oscar’s cock twitch so he tried to move again, but he couldn’t against the other driver’s iron grip. He had to sit and take it.
The omega splayed his hands across Oscar’s pecs and gave them a good hard squeeze. Oscar gasped, making him feel a little better. He continued to knead the other driver’s chest to distract himself from the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Oscar tried not to buck upwards when Lando started to pinch and rub his nipples. Lando made a displeased noise as his hands were pulled away.
“Baby you can’t.”
“But I want to touch you.” Lando pouted.
“Touch me here instead.” Oscar held his hand up. “You’re doing well, but you need to sit still for a bit.”
Lando immediately took the alpha’s hand and started kneading it like a stress ball.
Oscar leaned back, trying to relax now that Lando’s attention was elsewhere. The omega was still gripping Oscar’s cock pretty tight, but it was becoming somewhat bearable. Oscar closed his eyes, willing his body to take the hint and calm down. He lay quietly for a few moments as he tried to focus on the feeling of Lando’s larger cooler hands against his own.
All of a sudden Oscar felt wet pressure at his wrist. It dragged across his palm to the tip of his index finger. His eyes flew open just in time to see Lando staring back at him with half lidded eyes as he took the whole of Oscar’s finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around his knuckle and hummed. At the same time he ground his hips down into Oscar’s pelvis.
Oscar arched his spine as pleasure shot unexpectedly strong through his body. Lando lifted up and down a little, and Oscar felt something inside him snap. The knot at the base of his cock swelled up, locking the two drivers together, and Oscar orgasmed so hard he couldn’t see for a second. The pleasure was so intense it was almost too much.
When Oscar came to his senses he realised he could still feel his index finger sliding in and out of Lando’s mouth.
Oscar groaned and at the same time filled Lando up a bit more. This time he remembered to grab the omega’s hips when he tried to wriggle around again. Oscar dropped back heavily into the sofa cushions.
“It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
“Didn’t realise you’d be so sensitive.”
Lando twitched when he felt another spurt from Oscar.
“Let me return the favour.” Oscar moved his right hand to the lower edge of Lando’s hoodie. He stopped when he felt the front of it was wet. He looked up at the omega above him and raised his eyebrows. “Did you-?”
“Yes, okay!” Lando pulled his hoodie down further.
“And you called me sensitive!?”
“You were the one who came first! And I was already close from sitting on your weirdly big cock for who knows how long?”
Oscar’s hand crept back towards Lando’s hoodie again. The other man swatted him away.
“Did you not hear me alpha? I already came!” Lando tried to shuffle backwards before remembering he was locked in place. They both hissed at the pull.
“I know but...” Oscar gingerly reached forwards again. “I didn’t get to see.”
Lando’s blush reappeared in full force. Oscar wondered how far it went down his neck.
“Oh.” He considered the question for a moment. “Well I could do with a distraction. You were big enough without the knot.”
“You say that like you didn’t rile me up on purpose.”
“Seems like you enjoyed it enough though.” Lando flashed a white smile.
He dropped it as soon as Oscar swiped his fingers through the slick that had pooled around where they were joined. He pushed Lando’s hoodie up with his other hand before pouring the slick over the top of his spent cock.
“I think I’m feeling warm enough now.” Lando’s voice was muffled by the hoodie as he dragged it over his head to give Oscar more room.
Oscar took a moment to take in Lando’s gorgeous torso before the omega started making impatient noises to urge him on. Oscar wrapped his hand around Lando’s cock and gave it a firm couple of strokes. Lando keened and unconsciously squeezed Oscar’s knot.
“If you keep doing that it’s never going to go down.”
Lando ignored him in favour of trying to buck into Oscar’s hand to get more contact. Oscar rolled his eyes before mercifully speeding up.
“Well don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
It didn’t take long before Lando’s breathing began to stutter. Oscar’s firm, consistent attention was bringing him back to the brink embarrassingly fast. It didn’t help that the Oscar kept softly muttering things like “you’re almost there” and “I’ve got you sweetheart” over and over.
Oscar gradually built up the pace until all of Lando’s muscles locked up and he came with a moan all over the younger driver. Endorphins rushed through Lando’s body before he dropped limply forwards.
Oscar had to put out one hand to catch him so he could fish around for a suitable cloth somewhere in the sofa nest with the other. Once found, he gave himself a brisk wipe over before letting Lando rest on his own body. He carefully shuffled them into a more upright position to give his own back a break.
Lando wrapped his arms around Oscar and tucked his chin over his shoulder. It didn’t take long for him to start purring. The alpha could feel the vibrations as they went through his chest.
Lando stayed in that position for long enough that Oscar thought he had fallen asleep. He almost jolted when Lando murmured, “Can’t remember the last time I purred.”
Oscar felt a twinge in his heart. “Does that mean this might be working?”
He felt Lando nod into his shoulder.
They stayed quiet like that for a while. Oscar rubbed gentle circles across the older driver’s back until he fell into a light sleep.
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Oscar felt he had to wake the other man once his knot started to go down.
“Wakey wakey Lando.” He whispered gently.
“Hmm?”
“Has your trainer ever told you about muscle atrophy?”
Lando groaned. It took another minute to coax him into sitting.
“Up you go. Slowly.”
Lando winced as pulled off of Oscar. A mixture of cum and slick immediately started dripping out of him and onto the other man. Oscar used the already abused cloth from before to mop up the mess before it got all over the sofa and carpet. He threw it somewhere onto the table.
Lando’s legs felt like jelly as he stood up. He lent on the side of the sofa for support. “Shower?”
“Definitely.” Oscar looked less than thrilled at the moist sheen over his body. He gingerly got up to follow Lando into the shower.
Lando was worried it was suddenly going to become awkward between them, and Oscar was going to make a hasty excuse and leave as soon as he came to his senses. Instead, they took a relaxing hot shower together. Oscar even washed his hair and massaged his scalp.
Afterwards Oscar used one of the hotel toothbrushes as they brushed their teeth. Oscar reminded Lando to floss before using some of his mouthwash. Lando felt like he was in some kind of dream as he watched the alpha getting ready for bed beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Lando wasn’t sure there was anything more attractive than watching Oscar padding around his hotel room with nothing but a towel around his waist and a mop of unstyled, partially dry hair. How did he manage to look both soft and sexy at the same time?
Oscar wandered off into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of water.
“Thanks.” Lando took his glass and drank.
“So…” Oscar started. He fidgeted with his drink. “How are you feeling now?”
“Honestly,” Lando considered the question, “I'm sleepy and achey, but also really relaxed, like more relaxed than I have felt in a long time. I haven't got any of my normal symptoms, but also we just had a hot shower so it’s hard to be 100% sure.”
“That sounds fairly optimistic?” Oscar double checked.
“Yeah, really good Osc. Thanks for agreeing to do this after I freaked you out at McLaren the other day.”
Oscar snorted. “I think if you had been freakier I still would have said yes.”
Lando arched an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Oscar looked away and took a sip of water. Lando put his glass on the table.
Oscar sighed. “I don’t think you actually want me to elaborate, Lando.”
“Why not?”
“You invited me over to help fix your medical condition, not start something else.”
Lando frowned. “You think I only invited you because of that?”
Oscar stared at him like he was a very puzzling maths question. “Yes?”
Lando ran a hand across his face. “I thought I was being completely obvious that I was head over heels for you, but I guess not.”
Oscar’s mouth dropped open. He shut it quickly. “I think I underestimated how much you liked me.”
“I literally developed a medical condition because of how much of an ideal mate you are.”
“Oh.”
“Oscar, how are you so bloody smart and bloody stupid at the same time?”
“I thought it was because your body was having an allergic reaction to me!” Oscar threw his hands up.
“Well maybe I didn’t want to scare you off so I played it down!” Lando looked up to see Oscar was standing much closer than before.
“You could never scare me off.” Lando grabbed Oscar by the shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. It was much gentler than Oscar expected.
They were slow to separate. Oscar looked fondly at Lando before the omega let out a giant yawn.
“Bedtime?” Oscar asked.
“You gonna stay?”
“If you’ve got an extra pair of boxers.”
Lando disappeared only to reappear with a pair of McLaren-branded bright orange boxers. The younger driver rolled his eyes before putting them on. He hung up his towel before walking into the bedroom. Lando was already tucked in under the covers. This time he managed to achieve a successful wolf whistle.
“Next time I am going to come better prepared.”
“Unlike today when you came rather unprepared?” Lando wiggled his eyebrows.
Oscar hit the main lights then got into bed. “I’m going to get you back for that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Oscar wrapped his arms around Lando then pulled him into a little spoon position. They lay comfortably like that for a while.
“So what we talked about before.” Lando sounded hesitant. “Does this mean you would want to be my boyfriend?”
Oscar pulled his arms tighter around Lando. “As long as me being closer to you helps and I don’t make you more sick or something. I hate that I hurt you.”
Lando felt Oscar remove one of his arms to put the back of his hand to Lando’s forehead.
“Are you a good temperature?”
Lando could feel Oscar’s warm body all across his back. The blankets around them were soft and insulating, keeping Oscar’s warmth and deep scent trapped all around him.
“Yes, thanks.”
“Good. Night Lando.”
Lando felt a light kiss on the back of his head.
It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep.