lando finds out oscar is gay and needs to know every detail (much to his dismay)
“You do know that this is crazy to hear, right?” Lando says, shaking his head as Oscar sighs and leans back against his teammates oven.
“Yup. That’ll be why I don’t tell anyone.”
“Hey it’s not like i’m exactly a homophobe-” Lando snorts, finding this situation far too funny as he hounds in on Oscar in his apartment kitchen.
Lando found out Oscar was gay by accident. While Lando shrugged it off, mostly because of how uncomfortable Oscar seemed, Oscar spent the next two days having a freak out which ended him at Lando’s doorstep in Monaco.
He wanted to get it over with. Lando’s questions, that is. Oscar knows Lando, they’ve been teammates for years! He knows how annoying he can be, especially when new information is made known.
Oscar being gay is like the WDC of new information.
“Okay just tell me this-” Lando is grinning like a maniac, his arm bracing the rest of his body against the counter.
He points up and then he points down and then… He points at Oscar.
Oscar, stone faced as always, licks his lips. “You can’t ask me that, Norris.”
“Why not?” Lando grins, “I’m not being an asshole I just wanna know- Okay, bad use of words…”
“Would it help if I answer?” Lando quirks a brow as Oscar swallows.
“You wanna take a guess on if I take it-”
“I meant me.” Lando sniffs, standing up straight and holding his ground.
For the first time in a long time, Oscar seems… taken back. “I uh… Didn’t know.”
“Kinda surprised, mate.” Lando shrugs as if he didn’t just out himself, “So… you gonna answer?”
Oscar is stern faced as he crosses his arms against his chest, His eyes lock straight on Lando’s when he clenches he jaw. Yeah, neither of them need to hear him say it.
Lando nods and pretends like his ears aren’t hot at the quiet confidence which his teammate doesn’t know how to turn off.
Oscar hums. “Guess both of us are easier to read then I realized.”
Lando’s head snaps up, “Hey, for the record, i’m totally a switch.” Lando scoffs as Oscar snorts.
“Yeah, that waist really screams I fuck guys.” Oscar deadpans.
“Waist- So you’re looking at my waist now?” Oscar watches him squirm. “Jeez you become gay like two seconds ago-”
“I’ve been gay for a lot longer than i’ve known you.”
“What other part of me have you been checking out?” Oscar pulls his mouth together as Lando smiles. Got him.
And then Oscar gets him right back. “You’re a brat.”
Lando almost chokes. “Excuse me?”
“You’re a fucking brat, Lando. No chance in hell have you ever topped.”
“I have! What the fuck!?”
“You’re too needy. I don’t believe it.”
“Oh yeah?” Lando stomps right up to Oscar with a face full of determination, “Get on your knees.”
Oscar finds it… cute. “Can’t hear you.”
“Get on your fucking knees.” Lando repeats, straightening his shoulders, “Brat.”
Oscars eyes track up and down Lando’s soft attempt at making a well disguised move. The australian takes a step forward with a hum, putting his hands firmly on Lando’s hips and backing him up against his fridge.
Oscar takes a second, looking ever so slightly down at Lando who swallows. The top of his cheeks are pink and this close, Oscar can see the scar of the top of his nose.
Lando tips his chin up. “You gonna kiss me, Piastri?”
Oscar rolls his eyes and mumbles, “Fucking brat…” Before gripping his teammates hips tighter and kissing the lips which with every sharp and smirky insult, has been the object of Oscar’s desire.