I wasn't supposed to cook something else but alas, I'm cooking. Here, have a snippet of a new fic I've been working on since last year. Prison AU anyone?
"How's your name pronounced again, mate?" "Piastri." "Pastry? Alright, got it." "No, Pi-as-tri." Lando snorted. "Ass, how fitting." "What do you mean?" "Have you not seen the cake you've got? That's a whole bakery, mate." "Excuse me?" "What? Just sayin' the truth... not even the clothes here can hide that snack you've got in the back. Better be careful, someone might try to take a bite." "Don't worry mate, I already know of all those 'Don't drop the soap' stories." "Huh? You don't need to be in the showers to get your bum pounded; I can do that right here." A beat of silence. Then: "Is that a threat?" Now Lando finally looked at him, confusion drawing his eyebrows together. "What? No, mate, I'm trying to flirt!" Oscar's already raised eyebrows rose even further, his forehead wrinkling like the back of a sphinx cat. Impressive, Lando thought, and weirdly still attractive as hell. "You've got a weird way of flirting, mate," was all Oscar said before he continued to unpack his bag. A toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream and a pair of shower slippers, a book, a pair of glasses, a pack of mints and a chocolate bar. How did those not get confiscated? "That's what the nick does to you after a while. You've got to be direct in here, no weird beating around the bush stuff." "So I just have to look at you and tell you I want to fuck you?" Five pairs of pants, about ten pairs of socks, two hoodies, long and short joggers, three t-shirts and two jeans. Lando bit his lip, mind imagining too much and too little at the same time at Oscar's words. "At least buy me a snack first, Osc, I'm not a whore." Oscar chuckled at that. "What? You don't believe me?" "No, no, I do." And lastly an electric and a hand razor and something that looked suspiciously like a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Seriously, how the fuck did that not get confiscated? "Mate, you've come all prepared?" Oscar had the audacity to blush. "I mean... you never know?" He looked at Lando, lube bottle still in his hand, suddenly grinning. "Thought I might get to share a cell with a hot guy." Lando hummed. "Lucky you, I guess, I could've been a 50+ child molester, too, you wouldn't want to be prepared for that, would you?" Oscar's grin fell, nose wrinkled in disgust. "Way to ruin the mood, mate, thanks." Lando laughed and stretched long and soundly on his mattress. "I'm just saying, you're lucky you've got the hot guy." "Who hopefully isn't a child molester either?" Now Lando wrinkled his nose. "No, mate, what the fuck? Do I give off those vibes?" Oscar shrugged and shook his head all at once. "What are you in for then?" Lando grinned.
Lmk what you think. I should finish Chapter 1 soon (hopefully (he says and then forgets about it until Christmas))
Also: Chapter 4 of IWTNWNE is almost done, I should upload that one soon as well!
