Lando and George revisit the first two crime scenes and find additional clues, a strange character reaches out to the detectives for an interview, and another body is found that may be related to the case.
In which George gets to try out a new contraption and Lando and Jenson have a long-overdue conversation.
When Lando opened the door to the interview room, he knew immediately something was different. His movement stalled, as though he’d hit a patch of quicksand. He thought of his journey to the spring court, how long it had taken to get through the wall. This was not the sensation of passing through, but of coming within. The room burst with the smell of an orchard in spring, one of those fancy gardens Lando’s mum liked to visit and paint.
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I can't really explain but the idea of Tom Brady doing a WWE match is the kind of SNL-level farce that feels like the slippery slope that leads us to the Hunger Games
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I have some time tonight and no access to a laptop for Big Writing but I'd love to do some five(ish) sentence fills if anyone wanted to send me a pairing and a word or prompt!
We've got a little time, got a little motivation, let's ride the wave:
There's nothing to do but listen, really. There are songbirds in the cluster of pine trees at the edge of the green. Somewhere distant, the occasional car passes by. Inside the tent, Lando makes noises that are straight from porn.
He's got to be playing it up a bit, Steve thinks, stroking Jenson's ego. The guy is old enough to be Lando's father. Steve wonders, perhaps unkindly, if Jenson isn't fucking Lando because he's waiting for a pill to kick in.
"Fuck," Lando says, and he sounds wrecked in way that sets off every one of Steve's protective instincts. "Jenson wait, wait."
Steve pauses at the entrance to the tent, straining to hear. Maybe he'd misunderstood what was happening. If Lando's in some kind of distress, he's calling the whole thing off.
"Hey," Jenson says, soothing like he's talking to a child. "You're doing so good."
Steve's blunt fingernails dig into his palms.
"Can you, just-" Lando must gesture to explain what he means, because the next thing Steve hears is Jenson say,
"Okay, like this?" A pause. "Better?"
"I still want you to fuck me," Lando says, after long enough that something unspoken must have passed between them.
Jenson's gentle laughter. "I know," he says.
"There's not enough time," Lando says, and he sounds miserable. "I didn't know you were coming."
"Your body man didn't tell you?" Jenson asks, an obvious criticism that makes Steve bristle.
"I told him not to," Lando says. "I wanted it to be a surprise."
A long pause. "You put me on the list, didn't you?" Jenson sounds almost afraid of the answer.
"Of course," Lando is annoyed, Steve thinks, but he's not sure why.
"But you didn't think I'd come?"
"Never have before," Lando says. "Figured it wasn't how we did things. Never got around to taking you off the list once, you know."
Steve does not know, but Jenson seems to understand.
"I have two time slots," he says, instead of offering Steve any further insight into what exactly Lando is thinking. "We have time, okay?"
No reply from Lando, only an increasingly familiar wet sound.
"Now let me suck you off," Jenson says. "And then I'll finger you till you're hard again, and then I'll fuck you. Deal?"
Lando lets out an honest-to-god whimper. "Yeah, fuck," he says. Then, sharp, "Ohmygod." One word, half laughter lost to a groan.
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Summary/snippet: “Fuckin’ hell, Lando, can you please just drop it?”
Lando put his hands up in mock surrender, laughing to himself. “Christ, fine. If you're not packing then you could just say that."
Oscar froze.
Unintentionally so, embarrassingly so. But he froze nonetheless, feeling his cheeks go red against his own will. He had no idea what the fuck to say to that. Oscar knew that realistically, there was no way Lando actually knew his size. He was messing around. He had to be.
Oscar tried to laugh to save face. He tried so hard to get himself to. But he could only feel himself going redder, his heart suddenly pounding hard in his chest, words completely lost on him. And, god, Lando was just staring at him. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, like he was trying to figure out what was going through Oscar's head, before a smirk started to curl onto his lips.
"Osc," he began slowly, measured. "Is that what this is about?"
