#norstapiastri

There was no way Oscar could get to the hotel room in time. Maybe he should’ve hurried a bit in the shower, yet cleaning up takes time, alright. Panting and very much out of breath, he checks his watch. Max hates people being late and Oscar is already running quite behind the fictitious schedule he prepared in his head.

He’s right in front of the door when he slows down, catching his breath before he gets into the lion's den. 

Oscar would never admit it aloud, but the Dutchman frightened him a bit. It’s not as bad as last year when he was just a rookie and hadn’t already won something else than that measly sprint trophy, nevertheless the leading worldchampion still sends him into a cold sweat here and there.

Delicately he knocked and was immediately taken aback by the more than annoyed look he was given by none other than Charles Leclerc. 

This had to be a mistake.

“I’m so sorry mate. I can, you know, just turn around, didn’t see anything all that!” Oscar tried not to stumble over his words, but how do you even appropriately react to that?!

With a huff he got pulled into the room by the monegasque. Floundering helplessly into the territory and only stabilizing himself with hands against the nearest wall. 

Once he looked up, Charles was already moving in the direction of two people sitting on what appeared to be armchairs. It wasn’t just two random people, with a startling sound Oscar realized both Lando and Max were watching him. 

Lando looked less than amused while Max had a shit eating grin on his face. They seemed to have been arguing, guessing from the annoyed pout on the British driver's face it ended not in his favor.

“You’re late” suddenly the Dutchman was standing right in front of him. Oscar was still hanging limply against the wall and had no choice but to look up at those plush lips. 

“Come on, let’s join the others, hmm.” Startled, the Aussie was pulled along by Max, back into the armchair. Even though the blonde's movements were calculated and swift, Oscar’s reflexes were quicker. Before Max could manage pulling him completely onto his lap, he stiffened his body. “Oh c'mon Schat. Stop being so difficult huh. We all know you want it. Look at your face, all blushed up and your eyes, already so dilated, baby”