You just wait Sunshine

There had been so many people that night. Some had brushed off him by accident. Others had hugged him. A handful had gripped his arms to tug him places or catch his attention or to steady themselves.

He had snapped a picture of it, locking it away in a folder for his eyes only, needing to document the moment since he had no name to match the mark.

It was frustrating, but still, a part of him was thrilled to know that his soulmate existed and that they were potentially someone he now knew since most of the night was spent with friends and friends of a friend.

Still, he didn't actively seek them out, not when he was already onto the next race, focused on being the best he could be on track.

Lando also had a new number in his phone in the form of Martin Garrix. One that led to a lot of texting and phonecalls in the weeks after his mark, and slowly, Lando had almost forgotten entirely about it aside from when he would look at that picture to make sure it was real.

His second mark that he got was on his back.

That one was orange.

The comedy of the colour was not lost on Lando, but again, he was left frustrated by the fact that he had no idea where it had come from. He had been with Martin celebrating Koningsdag. There were a handful of people with them that had been there that first night. All of them cramped on the boat, enjoying their drinks and Martin's set, and then Lando had cut his nose off his glass.

It was all a bit of a blurr that left him with a mark that he couldn't even see himself. Someone had pointed it out to him the next day, snapping a picture to send him that he added to the pile.

Looking back, Lando now knew exactly when he got the mark. It had been late in the night when Martin and Lando had broken from the group to talk. Martin had press his hand to Lando's shoulder blade right where the mark formed.

What he didn't know was that he had left a similiarly coloured orange mark on Martin's ribs.

He wished that the third or fourth mark, both from their summer break adventuring, had clued him in, but no. The faint blue marks did nothing and he didn't spot the marks that Martin sported during those weeks.

No, it wasn't until it was just the two of them talking backstage at one of Martin's shows months later that the pieces fell into place.

Martin had reached out while laughing, grasping at Lando's forearm at some joke Lando had cracked, and when he pulled away his hand, he had left behind a light pink smudge that had them both breathless and smiling.

"It's you", Lando had uttered in awe, reaching out to brush his own fingers across the back of Martin's hand to watch the way his mark slowly appeared on Martin's skin.

"I....yeah", Martin laughed, smile so big that Lando had to grin back at him like a dork, "I kinda hoped it was you"

"Me too", Lando admitted, reaching for Martin again, pulling him close to kiss him the way he had wanted to on the night they first met.

He left a bright pink mark on Martin's cheek but that was okay.