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Can we pretend , that just for a moment , we're okay ?

Ignore the long and frankly depressing title, it's actually quite fluffy.

Set after Silverstone (as if it wasn't obvious)

Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

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When Lando steps up onto that first step, he has to plaster a smile onto his face and pretend.

Pretend that he's happy. Pretend that he isn't scared he and Oscar have fucked it up. Pretend he doesn't know Oscars seething, hands clenched beside his sides, not even bothering to force a smile.

He was always told he was a good actor.

He just didn't know he'd need it for this.

The trophy's cool in his hands. Nico is grinning like he's 19 again. Oscar looks ready to toss himself off the podium and to the crowd below.

Lando just smiles.

Because he's always been good at pretending.

Oscars curled on his side, head brushing Landos knee, hand holding Landos shirt with a force he usually leaves for driving.

Landos pretending not to notice.

"Lando?" Oscar asks, voice impossibly soft for the situation.

"Yeah, Oscar?" Lando replies, his name feeling foreign on his tounge.

He rarely calls him Oscar anymore. Osc, in more civilised occasions, and baby in private. Because Oscar is his baby, after all.

Lando just doesnt think the situation fits the name right now.

"I- I am happy for you." Oscar admits, lowly, tilting his head farther into Landos knee, head practically in his lap.

Landos smile, if a little strained, is still full of love. "Yeah. Yeah, I know." He threads a hand through Oscars hair. "I know, Oscar."

Oscar sighs. "I don't want to make it about me, Lan. I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off with a small groan.

"You're just that little bit upset?" Lando prompts softly. Oscar nods, colour spreading across his cheekbones.

Hes so pretty, Lando thinks.

"Don't think prettys what I'm going for , mate," Oscar scoffs. "But thanks.

Oh, Lando thinks. I said that out loud.

Then his brain screeches like a record cut short.

"Wait a damn fucking minute." Lando pauses for dramatic affect. "Mate? Mate? I sucked your dick last night, I'll have you know, so don't be calling me mate."

Oscar snorts softly. Lando tugs at his hair to pull his head closer.

"Oi. Osc. Look at me."

Oscar looks up, even as blush coats his cheekbones that beautiful red colour, the same red Lando loves to mouth at when they're in bed, trailing his lips lower, lower, until he finds the end of the red flush, until he can -

Landos going to kill himself with these thoughts one day.

"There we go," Lando grins, pushing Oscar back onto the bed, throwing a leg over his hip, shifting to straddling his thighs. "You can be good when you try, can't you, baby?"

The angers still there. Lando can feel it, under Oscars skin, when his lips press to a muscle that's still drawn too tightly, too firmly.

But Oscars letting him in, he thinks, so it's not as bad as it seems.

And as Oscar lays beneath him, as he let's him trail lips down his throat and bite marks far too hide up his neck to hide, Lando thinks that maybe, maybe, they're okay.

Because they have to be.

Because this is what they deserve.

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