just keep watching | read here on ao3 (locked)
aka Lando’s a driver, Oscar’s a model, can I make it any more obvious? wag au vibes-ish, getting together.
“Lando, Oscar, let's get a couple of shots, okay? In front of the car, yeah?”
Shots Oscar can do. That’s familiar territory. He shifts into his go-to pose, angled slightly, shoulders back, chin tipped ever so slightly. What’s not familiar territory is the way Lando’s hand sweeps across his spine, fingers settling easily, steadily on Oscar’s side like they’ve done this before. The way Lando so easily occupies the space beside him is completely uncharted.
McLaren’s own photographer snaps away, Sophie over his shoulder nodding her approval until she calls out. “Oscar, would you be able to show off the jacket for us?”
Just his luck. There’s no way Oscar’s putting it on—the humidity is worse than back home—but it’s not hard to shuffle around, Lando’s hand dropping from his waist. Oscar moves until his back, and most importantly the jacket draped over his shoulders are to the lens. From the corner of his eye he sees a flicker of movement, Lando’s hand hovering like he wants to settle it back on Oscar’s waist.
Oscar turns his head to look at Lando, only to find Lando already watching him. Their eyes meet. Oscar’s never seen such a peculiar shade before. Blue swirled with green, something hazel to it but not quite. Utterly mesmerising. An expression underlying it all that Oscar’s suddenly desperate to know what’s made that look appear in Lando’s eye. Oscar blinks, dropping his gaze, lest he do something foolish like step closer.
