do you think there was like a moment oscar realized how big lando’s hands are? like maybe it was before oscar got an f1 seat at mclaren—alpine reserve driver oscar. just a quick dap between them but he can’t stop thinking about it.
yeah, i think it’s something embarrassingly mundane that absolutely ruins him
like a drivers’ briefing. alpine reserve driver oscar, still hovering at the edges of the room, instinctively trying to take up as little space as possible. lando’s already there—comfortable, animated, doing that easy circuit of greetings. it’s not even a real handshake. just a lazy dap, over in half a second. except lando’s hand just… swallows his. broad palm, rough skin, warm, confident—gone before oscar can even process it. and oscar sits back down like nothing happened while his brain replays the sensation on a loop.
or specifically, that one briefing where they were going over compliant underwear. lando’s half-joking, half-complaining about kit fittings—gloves too small, boxers riding up, everything custom and still somehow wrong. he talks with his hands, rolling his wrists, flexing his fingers without thinking.
maybe he even grabs oscar’s wrist to make a point. “see, this is the problem.” totally casual. not even looking at him. oscar laughs like he’s meant to, but later that night he’s staring at his own hands.
it’s not a moment moment. it’s oscar realizing quietly and irreversibly, that lando takes up more physical space than he expects. not loudly, not by height either. just substantially, in a way oscar can’t quite quantify. and once he notices, he can’t stop noticing. the constant fidgeting. how comically small a spoon looks in lando’s hands when he’s eating yoghurt. the width of his span when his hands rest on his hips.
hands everywhere. hands on shoulders and waists that linger half a beat too long. hands flexing like they’re testing limits. hands that look like they could close around something and not let go.
by the time oscar actually gets the mclaren seat, it’s old information. ancient and already internalized. but that first time? alpine reserve era? that’s when it gets under his skin and stays there.
