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Oscar never intended for it to get this far.
They'd started hooking up more on a whim than anything. Lando had been single for who knows how long, and well… Lily hadn't wanted to keep up with the long distance once Oscar made the move to Monaco. So by midway through 2024, Oscar was pretty damn single too.
Now don't get him wrong, he wasn't some mad knot addled alpha. He could control himself fine, and he didn't need sex. He'd managed just fine with long distance and his hand — him and Lily spent more cycles separate than not due to bad timing and logistics. It was part of why Lily had wanted to break it off, and Oscar understood. Lily was an omega, and therefore had more needs than Oscar did. She needed him there more than he could reasonably be. It wasn't fair to either of them.
She was seeing a new alpha now and seemed happy, so Oscar was working on feeling less guilty about how they ended. Lily didn't seem to hold anything against him at least.
He hadn't really started dating again himself though. Him and Lily had been dating for so long, Oscar didn't really feel ready to seek another relationship out. He'd only ever been with Lily. Plus, he was incredibly busy with his career and all the traveling that was involved with it. He didn't really have the time to put in the work necessary to build another relationship.
He could do what Lando and the other single drivers (and even other team members) did and find someone to hook up with wherever they happened to be stopped.
But Oscar just… didn't want to.
He was particular about his space and he liked to know an omega before he fucked them. He also just… thought it sounded exhausting and lonely. He had been fine with just his hand and maybe the occasional toy during a bad solo rut for ages. He'd be fine. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't strictly necessary for an alpha to spend their rut with someone. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but they wouldn't die or anything.
Still, Oscar couldn't deny that he'd been a bit frustrated and stiff.
The 2024 season was a championship battle, and even if he'd gotten his maiden Grand Prix win out of the way, there was still such a strong pressure to perform. It was worse for Lando though. Anyone with eyes could see that.
As the season wore on and it started looking more and more likely that Lando may actually have the chance to take the championship out from under Max's feet, the more Lando just seemed to devolve. He was crumbling under the pressure, snapping at people behind the scenes and barely keeping a lid on it in front of the cameras.
It got so bad that at one point Zak had actually told Lando to go and get laid; fuck out all of his frustrations.
Lando had shown up at Oscar's hotel room that night.
He said it'd be easy; convenient. They were teammates. They followed each other around the world and had the same schedules for the most part. When Oscar had pointed out that they were both alphas, Lando had just brushed it off. It was even more convenient. It meant that they didn't have to worry about contraception because neither of them could get pregnant.
Oscar was single and didn't have anything better to do. Besides, he'd admired Lando for years, and the smaller alpha was plenty pretty. Oscar hadn't fucked anyone other than an omega, but that was because he'd only ever been with Lily. He hadn't really thought of messing around with other alphas or even betas before, but it wasn't like Lando's points were flawed.
So they started messing around.
At first, they only did hand and mouth stuff. Anything else was too time consuming and complicated. They had to be racing fit and couldn't risk being sore because they were fooling around.
Plus, that would involved a conversation or a fight about which one of them would submit and Lando hated having serious conversations.
He always came to Oscar in a bit of a frenzy. Desperate and dripping, perfectly willing to fuck into Oscar's smaller hands as he buried his nose in Oscar's neck. He always took care of Oscar afterward, so it wasn't like Oscar was in any position to complain.
He thought it was a bit strange how obsessed Lando was with his scent but well… Oscar liked Lando's quite a lot too. He didn't want to poke the bear and ask why. It would just make Lando twitchy and bitchy, and then them hooking up wouldn't even serve its original purpose.
Besides, Oscar had always had a calmer, more neutral scent. Were it not for Oscar's height and general demeanour in the garage and in the car, he could probably pass for a beta pretty easily. Maybe Lando didn't even register his scent properly as an alpha. Not a great thought but he held Oscar's knot after he came all the same.
It was in Monza when things came to a bit of a head.
Lando had been really worked up after the move Oscar had pulled on him at the start of the race and had practically blown into Oscar's hotel room like a tornado. He'd been angry and worked up and it'd just… happened. When Lando pushed him down on the bed. Oscar had let it happen. He hadn't protested when Lando had spread his legs or grabbed the lube.
It hadn't been bad. It'd been rough and biting sure, but Oscar kind of liked it. Lando was fierce and driven, and all of that energy had been focused on railing Oscar into the mattress. It certainly helped that male alphas had prostates so being fucked could even feel good.
Then it just… kept happening.
Oscar didn't have an explanation for that. He could've put a stop to it, fought back, insisted that he get to fuck Lando too, but he just… didn't feel the need to.
(He had fucked Lando once in Brazil. Oscar had given Lando the sprint win and then Lando had fucked the race and basically the championship. It'd messed with Lando's head, and he'd come to Oscar with the urge to atone.)
(Oscar had given him what he'd needed, taking care of him, but the switch had been more of a one time thing. They fell back into the normal pattern right afterward.)
If Oscar was going to be honest, he kind of liked it. He liked how close and connected to Lando it let him feel.
And Lando was just so into it. It was like he was obsessed with Oscar's ass, touching it at every opportunity that he could. He loved making Oscar wet and messy with lube. He was constantly fitting his hands on Oscar's hips and waist like it was nothing even as it sent Oscar's head spinning.
With all of the stress of the year and managing Lando's mental and physical state, it wasn't that hard to believe that Oscar overlooked the changed in his body.
Oscar had always had a bit of a narrower waist and wider hips. He wouldn't have ever called it an omegan figure, but it was still noticeable all the same.
He also didn't notice when his knot seemed to shrink and then just stop forming altogether. Lando always fucked him face down and if Oscar came before Lando knotted him, then he didn't really reach for Oscar's cock. He didn't need to. And if they had to use less lube than before and Oscar opened up easier? Well that just came with experience.
There'd been a bit of a strange lull when after the 2024 season during the winter break, but with them returning to the track again in late January, they picked up where they left off.
Things were fine. After Australia, Oscar was happy with his progress. He had gotten his first two poles and to make things better, he'd even won those two races! He was the first multiple race winner of the season. Definitely a markable improvement from how he was doing the year before. It was good. His hard work was paying off and he fully planned on being a title contender. Hell, he planned on winning it all.
It put Lando into a bit of a strange mood. He was even more touchy than normal. he was proud of leading the championship even if it was only 4 rounds in and very close. Still, Oscar was nipping at his heels and for some reason, that only made Lando clingier. He followed Oscar around closely and manhandled him whenever he got the urge. Oscar didn't mind, so he let it happen. He'd always been more placid around Lando. Well… out of the car.
Lando had practically glued himself to Oscar's side when they'd gotten back to the hotel after qualifying in Saudi Arabia. He didn't begrudge him. Lando was always upset after a crash, let alone something like this. If he needed comfort, then Oscar would provide.
Besides, Lando just wanted to plaster himself to Oscar's side like an octopus, shoving his nose into Oscar's scent glands. He fell asleep like that and Oscar hadn't had the heart to make him so they'd both fallen asleep that way.
It'd been a good sleep. Oscar had entered the race in a good head space and it'd really paid off. He'd kept it together and he'd gotten the win.
It felt good.
It was still early days yet for the championship, but he was now a 5-time Grand Prix winner. He was the first Aussie since Mark to lead the championship, however short lived it may very well end up. He knew he could do it. He could take it all.
Lando had had a good drive too. A solid recovery and performance even though he'd missed out on the podium.
It meant that Oscar returned to a jubilant garage. Lots of back claps and cheers. Lando had changed out of his race suit and into his team kit, and he was beaming too, pulling Oscar into a big hug. He even lifted Oscar off of his feet.
Oscar hadn't really thought much about the heat. It was Saudi Arabia. It didn't matter that it was a night race, it was still sweltering. But Oscar had done his best to stay hydrated even with his drink system still being wonky. He'd downed the bottle of water waiting for him when he'd parked his car and then another one in the cool down room. Whatever was in the bottles on the podium was also blessedly cool, so getting showered with that had provided some relief too.
So what if by the time he made it back to the garage for celebrations he was once again so hot that he knew his cheeks were flushed bright pink. It was just because Saudi Arabia was hot and he wasn't used to it yet. Bodies could be weird. Maybe it was even down to like, an adrenaline crash.
"Hey Osc, you're looking a little strange."
Oscar blinked for a moment, not having realized that his vision had gone a little wonky and he was just sort of wavering in place inside of the garage.
"Ha?" he asked in confusion, eyes slowly focusing on Lando in front of him.
"Yeah, you're looking a little unwell," Lando said, by now well accustomed to Oscar's method of just using strange noises to communicate.
"I mean yeah, it's hot out, mate," Oscar said, but both his thoughts and his vision were still in a bit of a haze. It was hard to think. It was hard to focus on seeing Lando.
Lando's voice wasn't all that quiet though, and his questioning seemed to have caught the attention of others around them.
"Is everything alright?" a man that Oscar vaguely recognized as Will, Lando's race engineer, said as he trotted over to them.
"Oscar doesn't look too great," Lando replied almost immediately.
Well that wasn't very good. Lando was ornery at the best of times. Him immediately reporting information (even if it was to immediately tattle on Oscar) meant that Oscar must look pretty awful.
"'s just the heat," Oscar tried to explain, but his words came out a bit slurred. Yep. A bit not good indeed.
Lando made a gesture as if to say 'you see?!' at Will, and judging by Will's rapidly growing concerned face, he definitely saw whatever Lando was seeing.
"Hey Oscar," Will said, his voice oddly gentle in a way he'd never been with Oscar before. "Have you gotten checked out by medical yet?"
Oscar frowned, his face scrunching up a bit. "No," he answered. "Why?"
"Well it was a very hot race," Will cautioned. "And I thought I heard someone mention you had a drink system issue?"
"They mostly fixed it," Oscar said. "And I've already downed like three water bottles"
"You look like you've already sweat them all out," Lando chimed in in that typical blunt way of his. His face though was no longer that jovial one that he'd worn earlier when Oscar had seen him post race. It didn't suit him. It left a strange pit in his stomach.
Or maybe that was just the cramps he'd been having on and off for a few days.
"I think you should get checked out," Will said. "You really don't look too good."
"I was just going to get changed and get back to my hotel—"
Lando cut Oscar off. "You look like you're barely standing. You're wavering in place."
Oscar hated the look on Lando's face and really, the Brit was right. he was certainly feeling a bit peaky. It would be really nice to find a place to sit down.
He was just really wet and gross. Hell, for some reason, the seat of his pants had even become uncomfortably damp. For a moment he contemplated whether or not he'd leave some kind of gross wet patch behind if he were to sit. He didn't contemplate that long before making a decision.
He plopped down on the ground with little fanfare. He absently thought he made a bit of a wet 'plap' but surely that was just his imagination.
"Oh my God, Oscar!"
Oscar looked up, taking in the panic on Lando and Will's face. "I wanted to sit down."
The two alphas exchanged worried glances before Will turned and walked away at a rather brisk pace. Oscar thought that that was rather rude, but he was quickly distracted as Lando squatted down beside him.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Do you think you can take a sip from your water bottle for me?"
Oscar looked down, almost surprised to see that he was indeed still holding onto a somewhat full water bottle. He'd forgotten.
He clumsily shoved the straw into his mouth and obediently took a sip. Lando smiled brightly at him, although there was still a tightness around his eyes.
"There's my race winner," he said. "Can you tell me when you started feeling sick?"
Oscar wanted to insist that he didn't feel sick, but now that he was sitting, it was dawning on him that that wasn't exactly true. "A few days," he admitted.
Lando pursed his lips. "What kind of sick, Osc?"
"Hot," Oscar answered. "Cramps."
"Cramps?"
Oscar nodded, absently laying a hand on his lower abdomen. Conveniently, it twinged under his hand. He could feel the way his skin roiled under his fireproofs.
"Do you think it could be pre-rut?" Lando asked, his eyes flickering between Oscar and Will. He looked like he didn't know whether or not he should remain standing or crouch beside Oscar. Oscar took a sip of his drink — the liquid disappointingly lukewarm, and now despite his bottle being insulated.
"Oscar, when was your last rut?" Will asked him.
Oscar hummed as he thought about it. "It's been a while," he mused. "Didn't have one during the winter break."
And now Will and Lando looked concerned again.
"Oscar, didn't you say your last rut was delayed too?"
"Think so, yeah."
"Does this feel like pre-rut to you? Maybe a really bad one?"
Oscar shook his head. "Just feel sick."
Lando pursed his lips. "I think Will is right, Osc. It would really be a good idea to get looked at by a doctor, okay?"
"Don't like the doctor," Oscar frowned.
Lando cooed softly at him, an alpha noise meant to calm and provide comfort. It was deep and resonant, reassuring. Different to the lighter tones of the noises betas or omegas made.
Oscar went to coo back — assure Lando that he was fine, this wasn't really any worst than the times he'd had food poisoning during a race weekend — but it didn't come out right. It was crackly and pitched wrong. It was like he was trying to make an unfamiliar sound with the wrong vocal chords.
Lando and Oscar stared wide eyed at each other for a long moment.
"Definitely doctor."
"I've already messaged Tom."
"I'm gonna go check on that actually."
Lando made to move away, but Oscar's hand shot out surprisingly fast even for him as an F1 driver. His fingers grabbed at the bottom of Lando's shorts. Oscar hadn't grabbed with any particular force, but even the light tug was enough to stop the older driver in his tracks.
"Don't leave me," Oscar said, admittedly very pathetically.
If Lando was there, then everything would be fine. Lando had always looked after him. He knew that Lando was safe.
Everyone else in the garage was safe too, but in the 'pick them over a stranger' type of way. He'd seen what a team could become when they turned against someone, and that could happen to anyone at any time.
And maybe Lando could turn on him too, but Lando had been the one to hold and kiss him gently as he'd fucked him. He was the one to take care of him after bad races and reward him after good ones. It didn't matter that Oscar was now performing consistently at Lando's level and even above him at times. He'd just won a race where Lando had struggled and here Lando was, caring about his well being.
(If this had been Mercedes and they'd been Nico and Lewis, Lando would have been doing anything he could to take advantage of the weaknesses that Oscar offered up to him on a silver platter. But this wasn't Mercedes and they weren't Nico and Lewis.)
"Alright, Osc," Lando said carefully. He took a step closer to Oscar before crouching down beside him and his splayed limbs. "I'll stay here beside you while Will goes to talk to Tom."
Oscar just huffed and didn't let go of Lando's shorts. He did take another sip of water though, chewing methodically on the silicon straw. He didn't even notice Will leaving.
He did notice when several FIA medical staff entered the garage though. His grip on both Lando and the water bottle tightened.
"Hey, what seems to be the problem?" the male medic said, bending down to kneel beside Lando and Oscar. His partner — a female medic — was quietly speaking to some McLaren staff including Will and Artturi a few feet away.
"Oscar has been overheating since the end of the race. He's also had some cramping and his rut is late. Like, really late."
Lando spoke succinctly, but he sounded annoyed, like he thought that he shouldn't have to be saying it.
The medic took it in stride. "Alright, Oscar, we're just going to take some vitals. See if we need to take you to the medical center."
Oscar understood, but he still ground his teeth into his water bottle straw. He didn't like any FIA employee — not even the medical staff. And he knew that the man was just doing his job, but Oscar didn't want him near him. It was too much. He was a stranger and he was touching Oscar, and it all felt horrible.
His knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping his water bottle. Lando was letting the medic do a check on him, and out of the two of them, Lando was definitely the more territorial alpha. He hated when there were guests in the garage and he had a tendency to herd people away from what he saw as threats. Oscar was the most frequent victim of said herding, but Lando had done it with Max Fewtrell, his trainer Jon, and even Will.
Lando was watching everything the medic did with rapt attention, but he still let the medic do what he needed to do.
In the state that Oscar was in, he just couldn't understand what was happening and why.
"Okay, Oscar. Are you still with us?"
Oscar looked up, unsure of when his head had drooped. The straw was still in his mouth. He looked the medic in the eye, but he could tell that his eyelids were droopy.
"Right, we're going to need to take you to the medical center for some more check ups, okay? Do you think you can walk?"
Oscar frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't really want to get up, let alone go to the medical center. But the floor was also rapidly growing uncomfortable. His hips were complaining and he felt wet. He would have been worried that he'd somehow pissed himself were it not for the distinct lack of wetness on the front of his crotch. He knew that he could sweat a lot, but this really was an unprecedented amount of ass sweat.
He turned to look at Lando, because making decisions sounded really exhausting at the moment. Oscar had already won the race. Why were they asking more of him? He didn't want to.
"Come on, Osc. The sooner you get properly checked out, the sooner you can get back to the hotel."
"We," Oscar mumbled around the straw.
Lando paused, looking confused and concerned. "Right, we can get back to the hotel."
Oscar nodded with satisfaction and he let Lando pull him up. He wavered a bit, but ultimately remained standing.
That was good for his dignity at least. He clung a bit to Lando's sweatshirt though. Lando didn't seem to have any problems with it. He just wrapped an arm around Oscar's shoulders and upper back to stabilize him.
"After you," he jerked his chin forward, and the medics took the cue.
"Your records show you're an alpha, correct Mr. Piastri?"
Oscar was stuck sitting inside of a stark white exam room that the FIA had somehow procured for the weekend. The doctor on staff had spoken with the medic briefly before taking Oscar into the exam room. Lando had not been allowed to go with him, and they'd taken his water bottle too. He thought that that was stupid.
He was sweating like crazy and probably dehydrated. And yet they wanted to take his water?
They'd taken his blood and gone through the motions of a physical. Throughout the whole thing, the doctor had been silent. Oscar did his best to not be bothered by it.
"Yeah. Popped my first knot at 15," he replied easily. "Doctor confirmed and everything."
The doc hummed. "Yes, there is a fair amount of documentation in your file."
"Professional athlete, doctor," Oscar quipped halfheartedly. "Physical stats are extensively documented." He really didn't know why Kim had needed to know his average knot time, but Oscar knew for a fact that that was written in his stupid physical health file.
The doctor hummed again. "Well then, I'm sorry to tell you that you're in pre-heat."
"Pre-heat?" Oscar repeated incredulously.
"Pre-heat," the doctor agree.d
"But I'm an alpha."
"Your current hormone levels indicate that you're a newly presented omega."
Oscar's jaw dropped. "That's not possible. I've literally had ruts for years. I've knotted omegas!"
"Is your current partner an alpha?" the doctor just asked calmly.
"I'm sorry?"
"It's rare, but if an alpha regularly has penetrative intercourse with another alpha, sometimes their secondary sex can change."
Oscar was completely poleaxed. "Bitching is real?!"
"We prefer not to use that term anymore, but yes."
"Holy shit."
Fuck.
Oscar hadn't really cared all that much about being an alpha, but now that he wasn't, he didn't know how to feel.
He'd heard of bitching — every alpha had. It was a myth, or he'd thought that it was. Who hears that if you get fucked in the ass enough by another alpha you become and omega and thinks that it's real? it just sounded like some anti-gay anti-omega scare tactic. Sure, there was more nuance to exactly how Oscar had made the transition from alpha to omega, but it'd still happened. Oscar was no longer an alpha. He'd presented as an omega after years of living as an alpha.
He didn't even have time to unpack all of his feelings about that either because apparently he was in pre-heat. Pre-heat that would soon become his first ever full blown heat.
He'd only leaned the bare minimum of what being an omega consisted of! Health education of a British boarding school when you'd already presented as a male alpha just wasn't that good. What the fuck was he supposed to do with a first heat in a body that used to be a male alpha? What did he even need? Lily had always been private, and he knew helping a female omega through a heat was very different than actually experiencing a male omegan heat.
"I don't know what to do," he said dumbly.
The doctor had patience with him thankfully. "You'll need a partner," he explained. "Preferably the alpha who you've been having intercourse with, but an alpha partner is essential."
Oscar blushed heavily. "Why?" he asked. "I mean, I used to date an omega, and she was able to handle her heats alone."
"While many omegas choose to handle their heats that way, because you transitioned from alpha to omega, your heat will be more severe. Your body will need the hormones that an alpha and knot provide during heat to settle and regulate."
Oscar bit his lip. "I'll… I'll have to talk to him. Neither of us knew that this was possible."
He didn't bother saying he didn't have an alpha. He clearly hadn't gotten this way on his own.
"Are you sure your partner was not aware? This change requires quite a lot of consistent knotting."
Oscar's blush deepened even more. Conversations about his sex life were always mortifying.
"I hope that he didn't know."
Oscar didn't want to think about the possibility that Lando had been fucking him out of some scheme to fuck him over. That just wasn't the Lando he knew and loved. Lando wouldn't do this to him knowingly.
"Well, your partner will need to take care of you, treating this heat like a breakthrough heat. It will be a bit longer than a standard heat, but should be no longer than a week. If it is, your partner should call for medical help," the doctor continued in a very no-nonsense tone. "He'll need to knot you as much as possible, and keep you hydrated. It's important that you don't overheat."
Oscar knew some of that. It was difficult to get an omega to eat or drink during a heat, but it was integral to riding out the heat without it being miserable.
"You'll need a knotting heat aid for when your alpha partner can't keep up with your needs."
And yep. Oscar was a tomato.
"Um, how likely is that to be?"
"It is likely that you'll be seeking a knot desperately for the entire duration. Alphas not experiencing rut can struggle to meet the needed frequency especially while trying to keep you watered and fed."
"I see."
The doctor glanced back at his charts. "You'll need to prepare quickly. Based on your levels, you've been in pre-heat for a few days now. You won't be able to leave the country until it is over, so McLaren will have to make accommodations. The laws in Saudi Arabia around omegas are unfortunate quite strict."
Oscar flinched. Fuck. He forgot that they were all still in Saudi Arabia. Little to no leeway was offered to foreigners and Saudi Arabia was not known to be progressive. Oscar may be a man, but he was an omega now, and the doctor was right. They were very strict in how guardianship of omegas worked.
"I'll leave you with a heat aid and some hydration packets," the doctor said finally, making a note and then closing Oscar's chart. "The alpha who came in with you is waiting."
The doctor dug through a cabinet for a moment before handing him a nondescript brown box and a few blank pouches that had what felt like some kind of jelly inside.
He left the exam room, nearly passing Lando and Artturi in his daze. He was stopped by Lando grabbing his shoulder.
"Whoa, Osco. You look even worse than before! What happened?"
Oscar avoided the other's inquisitive gaze. "Let's just get back to the hotel."
"Osc—"
"I don't want to talk about it here," he managed to grit out. "I need to call Andrea. And Mark."
Lando shuffled in place like he wanted to protest more, but thankfully (for once) he dropped it. He must really look terrible."
The car ride back passed in a blur. Oscar cranked the air conditioning to the max, but even that didn't stop him from feeling beyond feverish. It was settling in uncomfortably quick.
He stumbled in between the two alphas, keeping his eyes plastered to the ground. he didn't want to make eye contact and set anything off. He just needed to put to a safe place. A place where the door had a lock and he could hole up.
Artturi and Lando trailed after him, holding open doors without having to be asked. Luckily they made it to Oscar's room with little issue.
"Need to call Mark," Oscar grit out, scrubbing a hand over his one eye as he dumped the items the doctor had given him onto a table. He didn't even care that his room was messy. "Where's my phone?"
"Oscar, what's going on?" Artturi asked even as he fished out Oscar's phone from somewhere and handed it to him.
Oscar thumbed open his phone, hitting the call icon beside Mark's contact. "You'll find out when I tell Mark what a shit show I'm in."
"I can leave if you—" Lando said tentatively, but Oscar cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"I need you to stay."
Lando looked a little unsure, but he did stay in the room.
"Hey kid? Feeling okay?"
Oscar put the phone down on the table, hitting speaker phone. "Hey Mark, you're on speaker."
"Everything okay?"
"We have a bit of a problem," Oscar scrubbed a hand down his face. "I'm about to go into heat."
"You're what?"
Artturi frowned. "Oscar, you're an alpha."
Oscar sighed heavily. "Apparently not anymore."
"What do you mean 'not anymore'?" Lando demanded, his voice pitched quite a bit higher than normal.
Oscar winced, avoiding mating Lando's eyes. In fact he kept them firmly planted on the phone on the table.
"Yeah. Apparently, bitching is real."
He knew that that was honestly way more than Mark ever wanted to know about Oscar's sex life, but he didn't know what else to say to explain the situation. There really was no better way to communicate the situation that he was now in.
"Fuck, kid."
Oscar laughed a little wetly, running both hands through his hair. "Yeah. So now I'm officially an omega, and about to have my first heat in Saudi Arabia of all places."
"Have you spoken to Andrea?"
"Not yet," Oscar said. "So far you, Artturi, and Lando are the only non FIA medical staff to know. No idea who they've told."
Mark was quiet for a moment. "The FIA knows?"
"Well there's no hiding it now," Oscar snapped. "I've been in pre-heat for days. I'm kind of freaking out here."
"Your contract is safe, kid. So don't worry about that, at least," Mark said. "I'll talk to the team; extend your hotel stay and change the flights."
Oscar slumped a bit in relief. Mark was his manager, and he knew that Mark would be able to fix things. It was still a relief to hear it.
"Did the FIA doctor say anything other than you now being an omega?" Artturi asked.
"My heat could come at any moment," Oscar replied a little sardonically. "And well… I need to spend it with an alpha or unspecified severe health consequences. Preferably the alpha that…"
"Bitched you," Lando finished.
Oscar wet his hips. "Yeah."
He finally looked up at Lando, taking in his reaction to well… everything.
He still looked a bit dazed, like he couldn't really comprehend what was happening. Oscar could understand that. If he wasn't so fucking hot and literally leaking what he now knew to be slick from his literal ass, he'd probably be in the same boat as Lando. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening.
Lando met his gaze. His eyes were round and slightly watery. He looked lost, but his mouth line was hard and he seemed somewhat determined.
"I'll do it."
Oscar heard Mark curse under his breath over the line. "Of course it was Norris."
No one acknowledged Mark.
"You don't have to," Oscar said quietly, giving him an out.
"Well I'm the one that did this to you. I should take responsibility."
Well. There was no denying that now. They could have pussy footed around Lando having been the one to bitch Oscar. He could have just claimed to offer to help Oscar out now that his partner wasn't there. But instead, Lando had just blatantly stated. It would not have been a very believable story but still…
"I'll tell the team about Lando too then."
Mark sounded tired and long suffering. Oscar would feel bad, but you know, heat crisis. He had other things to worry about than Mark's mental stability. Mark was a grown man. He'd definitely had wilder times when he was Oscar's age. He could manage his feelings about Oscar's sex life.
"Okay," Oscar said quietly. "Thank you, Mark."
"You know whatever you need."
Mark hung up, no doubt going to call Andrea and Zak. There was stuff that needed to be sorted with his exit of the country as well. Thankfully, it was the end of a triple header. Oscar had a bit of time to recover before Miami. He was the championship leader now, he couldn't afford to waste his shot. This was the last thing he needed.
"I'll have the hotel send up food," Artturi said, standing up. "And to Jon about your things, Lando."
Lando nodded, although from the look on his face, he was more lost in his thoughts than paying attention. Oscar nodded at Artturi, and no trainer made a quiet exit.
"I'm sorry."
Oscar looked up at Lando. The alpha had his fist clenched into the fabric of his shorts. "Lando—"
"I'm sorry," Lando repeated. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't even know that it was possible."
"Yeah," Oscar said softly. "I didn't know it was possible either."
"Is it… is it permanent?" Lando asked hesitantly.
"Yeah."
"Fuck," Lando cursed, burying his face in his hands. "This is so messed up."
"You're telling me. I'm pretty sure if I got up right now there'd be a puddle under my ass."
Lando let out a slightly hysterical giggle. "Oh my God."
"Yeah, honestly feeling pretty soupy right about now."
Lando seemed to be doing his best to compose himself. He frantically scrubbed his hands over his face. "Fuck, Osc. You're an omega?"
Oscar sighed. "We're all going to have to get used to that now. What's done is done."
He still didn't know how to feel about the fact that he was no longer an alpha. He wouldn't say that being an alpha had been easy, but he knew that being an omega was going to be much harder, but that was for later Oscar to deal with. For now, he had an imminent heat coming now.
He stood up, suddenly restless. He didn't want to be sitting anymore just stewing in his slick. He needed to be somewhere else.
Without much fanfare, he ripped off his shirt, kicking off his shorts. He didn't care where he dumped his clothes as he stripped. He was gross and felt awful. He needed a shower. Probably a cold one. It was so fucking hot.
He did his best to ignore the gross wet sound his boxer briefs made when they hit the floor. He didn't want to acknowledge the slick that was all over his ass either.
The cool water of the shower felt like heaven. He hadn't realized just how hot he'd actually been even hours after the race until he'd felt the water. It was glorious. Still, no matter how much he wanted to stay there forever, he knew time was working against him.
So he was perfunctory. He scrubbed himself raw, desperate to clean the race off of him. He hated the feeling of sweat on his skin and when he was still overheating. It only made him feel worse. He also scrubbed his ass. He knew that he would inevitably end up covered in bodily fluids again in no time at all but he just wanted to feel clean. He would feel so much worse if he started out gross.
It was with reluctance that he left the shower and toweled off. He padded out of the bathroom naked as the day that he was born. He had no reason for shame. Lando had seen all there was to see already and he was about to spend literal days seeing it all again.
Thankfully, Lando seemed to have acquired some sensitivity as he didn't make any lewd jokes about Oscar's nakedness.
Instead, Lando was actually being productive. He'd stripped down too and had gathered both of their clothing into separate piles on the hotel chairs. He was rifling through the closet, pulling out the extra linens.
"Leave them in the closet," Oscar said, his voice a little numb.
"I just thought maybe you'd want them for a nest," Lando said sheepishly.
Oscar shook his head. "I don't want to ruin all the blankets too soon," he admitted. "In between waves, I'll want to change them at some point."
Lando nodded. "Yeah. That makes sense. You're always insisting on changing the sheets and showering after sex."
Oscar laughed weakly. "Messy everywhere else but the bed's gotta be clean."
"This is gonna be rough, huh."
Oscar didn't respond, just moved over to the half made bed and began to move the blankets around. He dumped the pillows onto a chair, pushing the blankets into something that loosely resembled one of Lily's nests. No, that was a bit insulting. Lily's nest had been amazing. This was a sham.
It almost brought tears of frustration to his eyes. He wasn't even trying very hard, of course it looked like shit. He'd just found out that he'd been bitched into an omega an hour before and this was his first nest.
And it was shit.
He wanted to throw his hands up and say 'fuck it'. Why was he even trying to make a nest? He didn't know the first thing about making nests. He just knew that that was what omegas did when they were in heat. They had nest because nests were supposed to make things better.
His nest wasn't making anything better. Lando must think he was such an idiot.
That thought only made him more upset. He was just working him up into a proper frenzy, every act and thought just compounding the spiral.
"Osc, hey, it's okay."
Normally, when Oscar was this worked up and Lando started talking, he just got annoyed. For some reason, Lando didn't sound patronizing this time. The alpha undertone to his voice didn't grate against his ears like it normally would.
Instead, it somehow calmed him. It was soothing and cool against his frayed nerves.
"It's fine," he grit out, but a lot of the wind had been taken out of his sails. He didn't turn to look at Lando, instead continuing to look ridiculous by fussing with his shitty, small hotel nest butt naked.
"You're right," Lando said. "It is fine because you've made a good nest."
Oscar huffed. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Looks like a pretty good nest to me."
"You don't know what you're doing either."
He heard quiet footsteps as Lando padded over to stand at the side of the bed. "I know how to take care of an omega in heat," he said, an almost surprisingly level of confidence in his voice. None of Lando's usual undertones of anxious insecurity. Just a quiet certainty — the same quiet certainty Lando sometimes had on race days that made Oscar respect him as much as he did. "This is your first nest and you're in heat. Cut yourself some slack."
"Pre-heat," Oscar corrected.
"Heat. I'm pretty sure you crossed into full blown heat sometime during your nest building process."
"Oh," Oscar said dumbly. He didn't realize, but he wasn't really realizing a lot of things at the moment. He hadn't really felt a shift, but Lando was the one who was more clearheaded at the moment, even with Oscar presumably oozing pheromones.
Oscar had been around omegas in heat. He knew the type of effect that it could have on an alpha.
"Are you sure you're prepared to handle this?" Oscar asked. "You know helping a male omega ca be pretty different from helping a female omega."
"I know," Lando replied easily. "I've helped out Max with a few of his heats. I know how this goes."
It sounded bad, but Oscar had honestly forgotten that Max Fewtrell was an omega. Oscar hadn't really interacted all that much with him after he presented just by luck of the draw. They may both have been with Renault, but Oscar had just been caught up in everything. He'd never really cared all that much about anyone's designation anyways.
And then well… Max hadn't made it out of F3.
He'd run into him a handful of times due to Lando and even Quadrant, but Max was far from a stereotypical male omega. He didn't even ooze omega in the ways that other drivers like Charles Leclerc and Nico Rosberg did. If Oscar didn't know better, he'd probably have thought that the retired driver was a beta.
That was probably some kind of layered misogyny. Unfortunately for everyone (including him since he was now a male omega and a bitched one at that) involved, Oscar did not have the time nor the care to unpack anything at the moment.
He turned around to look at Lando, sitting in a bit of a wet heap. "Lando I—" he cut himself off, not really knowing what he'd wanted to say. Everything just sounded stupid.
"Can I come in your nest, Oscar?" Lando asked, using Oscar's full name instead of one of his countless nicknames for him.
Oscar waved a hand. "Yeah. Kind of can't help if you're not in the bed."
"Hey, instincts are important during any cycle. You wouldn't have wanted someone unexpected in your den during your rut, right?"
"But it's you. We've done this before—"
"Your instincts are probably going nuts right now, baby," Lando said. "Your body has never had a heat before."
Oscar was quiet for a moment. "This sucks."
Lando snorted at his blunt statement. "Yeah, mate. It really fucking does."
Oscar huffed. "Don't call me 'mate' when you're about to spend the next few days fucking me until I can't walk."
"Well, hopefully you'll bounce back quickly," Lando quipped. "You need to defend your championship lead in Miami."
Oscar huffed again, impatient. Lando still wasn't in the bed and now he was talking about the next fucking race?
"Lando."
"Right," Lando hurried to say. He almost scrambled to climb into the bed. If Oscar wasn't so hot and restless, the situation would almost be comedic. As it was, Oscar just wanted him in the bed faster.
Lando moved so that he was behind Oscar, plastering himself to the younger boy's back. It wasn't really a new position for them, even if it was a bit uncommon just due to things like time constraints. Lando, sitting back against the headboard with his legs spread and Oscar sat between them, the younger's back to Lando's chest.
Oscar melted into the embrace, head titling back to rest on Lando's shoulder. He let out a big sigh, just going limp. Lando was now in the bed and he would take care of Oscar. He didn't have to think anymore. He hadn't realized just how exhausting that was.
Lando's arms wrapped around Oscar's torso, one of them nesting across his stomach to grab Oscar's waist. The other came up over his chest to grab one of Oscar's pecs.
Oscar didn't exactly have much to begin with, but between his new trainer stepping up his workout routine and well… becoming an omega apparently, he had more substance to his chest now. Definitely enough for Lando to grab even with how fucking huge his hands were. Lando squeezed down shamelessly.
"Should have realized when you grew these little tits," Lando said, leaning into nuzzle at the side of Oscar's head. He squeezed Oscar's pec again. "Too lovely to belong to an alpha."
Oscar squirmed in his hold, not really trying to get away, but not knowing what to do about it. He whined softly.
Lando's hand squeezed on Oscar's waist before it began to move. He trailed his hand down Oscar's abdomen before taking an interest in Oscar's cock.
It'd perked up a bit since Lando started touching him, filling out and flushing with blood. Lando's focus seemed to be on the base of Oscar's cock though.
"You used to have a knot here," Lando mused as he fondled Oscar. He played with his cock, pulling at it and moving it around as he stared at when Oscar's knot used to swell. He'd hooked his chin over Oscar's shoulder, putting his mouth within reaching distance of Oscar's neck glands which were now much more sensitive. "If you look closely you can see the faint difference in the skin texture but it's really subtle."
"Are you just gonna stare at my cock all night or are you going to do something?" Oscar rasped.
Lando squeezed Oscar's cock just enough to make Oscar's leg kick out. "I'm not going to rush through this part, Osc," Lando said. "You're not quite desperate yet, so I can afford to take my time."
Oscar whined.
It was high and keening, and probably not a sound he'd made since he was a pup. It was utterly humiliating and yet he still felt the need to whine again. He was able to bite back that second whine.
Lando cooed at him.
"Such sweet noises for me, Osc." The smile in Lando's voice was painfully obvious even as Oscar's eyes were trained on the ceiling. "You make a lovely omega."
Oscar inhaled shakily, the compliment hitting him way harder than he would have expected. He didn't know what to do with himself. He just wanted to be good; and to be good for Lando.
Lando let go of Oscar's cock, instead brushing against his balls and down between his legs. This too was familiar. Oscar had gotten into this whole situation because of this shit after all.
Oscar relaxed into the touch, his hole winking beneath Lando's finger pads. The skin felt 20 times more sensitive now than even just the last time they'd fucked. His heat must really be fucking him up. It felt almost like Lando was touching the tip of his cock. He moaned at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut.
His hands had mostly been hanging limply at his sides while he let Lando touch him. But as Lando massaged his rim, Oscar's hands flew up to clutch at Lando's forearm where it still rested across his chest like a steel bar. It didn't seem to affect Lando any. He just continued to touch Oscar's hole with a careful curiosity.
"You're so slick already. It's like you're sucking me in with every breath. What a greedy hole, huh? So greedy it learned how to slick up by itself."
Oscar squirmed. He wanted Lando's fingers inside. he didn't know what was taking the alpha so long.
Sensing that Oscar's impatience was creeping into agitation instead of just anticipation, Lando pushed his middle finger inside.
Oscar was once again reminded of how big Lando's hands were. He liked getting fucked by the older alpha — it was why he'd been so okay with Lando always topping — but there was something special about his hands. He really knew how to use his fingers to make Oscar feel good and push all of his buttons.
The finger slid in effortlessly in one fluid motion. Oscar's hole was slick — almost obscenely so — and his muscles just… gave way. Normally even one finger met some resistance. An alpha body wasn't really built to take it in the same way an omega was. Oscar's body was relaxed and open. Accepting what Lando was giving him. It wasn't to say that he was loose; he was still clamped down around the intrusion, but not to the point where it actually hampered Lando's movements like it'd once had.
He pumped the finger a few times, grinding the heel of his palm a bit into Oscar's balls. It made him nearly jackknife — or well, he tried to. Lando's hold across his torso and also on his crotch kept him in place though. Lando took advantage of this to curl his finger, pressing up at his prostate. They'd fucked around enough times that he had the location and feel memorized. He used that to his advantage mercilessly.
He slipped in a second and then even third finger much sooner than he would have before. Both slipped in with the same ease as the first even as Oscar was practically forced to gape to take three of Lando's gingers. It felt heavenly.
He hadn't realized how empty he'd felt until he was filled with Lando's fingers. His abdomen clenched and cramped. Lando had him open so wide with the way he flexed his fingers.
"More," he pleaded, bearing down on Lando's fingers.
Lando rewarded him with another harsh grind against his prostate. "I wanted to make sure that you couldn't get hurt on my knot when I take you, but you just take everything so easily. Probably could have just slipped right in without bothering with prep."
"Lando, please," Oscar begged, throwing dignity to the wind. "I want you inside. Empty."
"My fingers not enough for you, baby?" Lando teased, still fucking his fingers into Oscar with a solid pace and force.
"Want your cock," Oscar pleaded.
His head remained limp in the crook of Lando's neck and shoulder. His eyes were hooded and dazed. A heavy haze had settled over both his thoughts and vision. His gut clenched with need. He was so hot.
"I'll give you what you need," Lando assured him. "It'll be okay. I've got you."
He pulled his fingers from Oscar's hole, the movement making a loud squelching noise. Oscar whined sadly even though he knew that he'd have to lose the comfort and pleasure of Lando's fingers in order to get what he really wanted, but it still made him feel awful. He was empty. A glob of slick just sliding out of him.
He gave Oscar's pec on last squeeze before shifting out from behind Oscar.
"If you really want my cock, then you need to be a good omega. Present for me."
Oscar laid sprawled, supporting his weight on his forearms and elbows so he could watch as Lando came to kneel in front of him. His thighs were splayed wide, large alpha cock hanging hard and heavy between them. Oscar wanted it. How much he wanted it scared him.
Did he want it enough to present for Lando though?
This… this was new territory.
Every time they'd fucked before, it'd been some kind of missionary or in a hurry against a wall. Oscar hadn't really properly 'bent over' for Lando. The both of them had known that that would have been too much for his alpha instincts. Oscar may have been a chill alpha, but he'd had his limits.
However, even in the rare moments that he'd had his back to Lando while they'd fucked (not just Lando jerking him off or spooning him afterward) he hadn't presented for Lando. That was something an omega did and Oscar had been an alpha.
He was an omega in heat now.
Lando just sat patiently, watching as Oscar's brain went into overdrive, trying to think through what was happening.
Slowly, Oscar moved, sitting up and getting his legs under himself. He maintained eye contact with Lando through every small and stiff movement. He didn't really know why. It wasn't very omega of him. Did he want Lando to take it back? Claim he was joking? Did he think that if he just moved slowly enough then Lando would?
Lando looked resolute, like he was willing to wait Oscar out.
Oscar maintained eye contact right up until he had his back turned to Lando and he couldn't anymore. He looked over his shoulder a bit, kneeling upright, but Lando just watched him.
He turned to face the wall, shuffling a bit on his knees. Then he leaned forward, placing his weight on his hands and sliding forward. He slid until he was completely bent over, chest and cheek pressed against the bed. His knees naturally slid further apart as he put effort into tilting his hips and arching his back.
He felt the cool air of the hotel room against the slick between his cheeks and over his hole. This position was embarrassing. It left him completely exposed, everything just fully visible to Lando. His cock hung heavy and hard between his own spread thighs. The angle that he was arched at meant that his cock drooled against his own stomach. It must've been quite the lewd sight.
He flinched slightly, but didn't break form when he felt Lando's hands come to rest on his hips. Despite his feverish skin, Lando's hands still felt warm. It was strange and yet also somehow familiar.
Maybe Oscar was the strange one now.
"Lovely, Osc. It's like you were meant to be this all along. I can't believe you've never presented for me before."
"Was alpha," Oscar grunted, his voice slightly muffled since his face was partially mashed into the bed.
Lando shushed him, sliding his hands up to grip Oscar's narrow waist. "Let me just look at you for a moment."
Oscar whined plaintively, shifting his weight on his knees restlessly. It also made his ass kind of grind backward onto Lando. Lando's hips weren't close enough for Oscar to really do anything, but the movement didn't go unnoticed.
A sharp smack landed across Oscar's ass. He let out a shocked little yelp.
"What a slut. Just so desperate to be filled," Lando chided. All the same, Oscar felt Lando press his hard cock between his cheeks, grinding his hips into Oscar's ass.
Oscar held his breath when the tip of Lando's cock caught on Oscar's rim. Lando teased him for only a second longer before seemingly losing patience himself.
He pushed in with a quick, hard thrust, pulling a sharp cry from Oscar.
For some stupid cliche reason, it felt like the first time all over again. In a way, he supposed that it was. It was their first time with Oscar actually being an omega. It was the first time that he was getting fucked while in heat. Some would probably call that a big deal.
For some reason, Lando just felt so much bigger. Maybe it was how sensitive he was, the way his insides clung to Lando instead of the almost exhausted and bullied stretch that he used to experience. Lando's cock was so hot and it went so deep inside of him. He could feel the teasing hints of a knot at the base.
He was so full.
He practically melted into the bed, his hips angling just a fraction until Lando pressed even deeper. His upper body was completely limp, his hands even trembling slightly where they laid flopped above his head. His thighs shook and trembled. Lando's hold on him went a long way to hold him up in presentation form.
He distantly heard Lando begin to speak.
"There you go, look at how you suck me in. You feel so good. Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be stuffed full with my cock? You take it so well. Look so good."
Lando just kept babbling, his voice deeper than normal (which really wasn't saying all that much because Lando didn't exactly have the most 'manly' voice) and even had a slight rasp. The words flowed over Oscar soothingly even as Lando just sat inside him completely still. Oscar would move to try and get Lando to actually fuck him, but he couldn't move. He felt so weak, slumped over as he was.
Lando smoothed his hands over Oscar's waist, pulling back, his cock slipping almost entirely out of Oscar. Then he slammed back in, nearly jolting Oscar up the bed.
"Ah!"
"That's good. Keep making those sweet little sounds. Don't you dare hide from me."
Lando fucked into him harshly, setting a pace that all but knocked the thoughts right out of him. Every thrust was deep and angled just so that his cock jabbed his prostate with full force every time. Oscar was helpless to do anything but lay there, jaw slack and drooling as he took it.
"Mm, guh. Ah!" Oscar moaned, tears welling up in his eyes.
Lando groaned and huffed above him, hands clenched tightly on his hips. He hoped that it was tight enough to form bruises. He wanted to remember this for as long as he could. He wanted something to remember this by in case Lando just left after his heat was over.
When Oscar was no longer just a convenient fuck, and Lando's guilt had been sated.
It was almost as if he sensed Oscar's thoughts going in a dark direction because he felt one of Lando's hands land on the back of Oscar's neck, his grip tight but not at a strangling force. Enough that it was just shy of a scruff though. Lando held him down, ensuring that even if Oscar could move out of his current position, he wouldn't be able to.
It was yet another show of dominance that Lando had never dared attempt to pull on Oscar before now.
It sent Oscar deeper into the weird head space that had taken over him as soon as Lando had pushed inside. He panted against the bed, Lando's thrusts punching a litany of 'ah, ah, ah's out of him. He sounded pathetic and small, mewling as his alpha fucked into him.
His orgasm snuck up on him. He hadn't even felt the growing warmth in his belly, too overwhelmed by the throbbing heat in his hole. But then his cock was suddenly kicking and he was coming all over himself and the bed.
He let out this horrible loud wail, thighs trembling and threatening to collapse beneath him.
Lando fucked him through it, only increasing his pace. It prolonged Oscar's orgasm, seemingly endless waves washing over him and making his brain white out. It was full bodied and left him feeling simultaneously like he'd been electrocuted and turned into mush with no bones. He didn't know how long it lasted; he only really came back to himself when the sting of oversensitivity crept in.
He squirmed pathetically, but the intense orgasm had robbed him of whatever energy he had left, and his squirming was barely properly twitching.
He felt every inch of Lando's cock as he drilled it into him. There was a bit of tugging at his rim with every thrust.
"That was beautiful, baby," Lando growled, bending over Oscar's back. He didn't let up on the grip he had on the back of Oscar's neck. "You came on my cock untouched."
"Lando," Oscar gasped weakly, somehow making his thick tongue form words. "Knot."
He needed a knot. He could feel it as Lando fucked into him. It was beginning to swell. Lando had a big knot. He just knew that it would feel good. He needed it. He was in heat and Lando promised to take care of him.
"Yeah? You want my knot?" Lando asked breathlessly.
"Knot."
"I'll give you my knot," Lando huffed. "Fill you up until you're round and full. Until you catch with my pup."
Oscar let out a keening wail at the thought.
"Have you hanging off of my knot," Lando continued, grunting and breathing heavily as it became harder and harder to fuck Oscar. "Just a desperate little omega. This is what you are meant for."
And then Lando slammed his hips into Oscar's ass one final time, burying himself as deep as he possibly could.
His knot ballooned so large that Oscar couldn't even really believe that it fit inside of him. It just seemed so impossible to think that there was that much space in his pelvis. The knot locked them tightly together, thoroughly plugging him up as Lando began to cum inside of him.
Lando all but collapsed onto Oscar's shaking form as he was overcome by his orgasm. Oscar stood no chance of supporting both of their weights and they both fell to the bed, Oscar's soft and sensitive cock a bit squished. Oscar couldn't focus on that now though.
All he could focus on was the way that Lando filled him up and how right it felt. Yes, Lando belonged inside of him, nestled away where he was warm and protected. This was what he'd been craving. What he'd been wanting this whole time. It was an overwhelming relief even as the pain in his abdomen grew and settled.
"Good omega," Lando gasped weakly, mouthing at Oscar's shoulders. "Taking me, taking my knot."
Oscar whined, not bale to do much else. He could feel Lando twitching inside of him. He seemed to cum forever, but eventually Lando seemed to collect himself enough to warp his arms around and under his torso. He rolled the both of them over onto their sides carefully.
Lando plastered himself as close to Oscar as possible. It was like he was trying to become one with Oscar. Really, it was so the knot didn't tug uncomfortably at Oscar's sensitive and used rim. His hips were still twitching a bit, but not enough to hurt.
Lando's hand crept down to cup Oscar's soft and cum covered cock, just… holding him. Keeping him warm and safe.
They were both breathing heavily, the sound loud in the quiet hotel room.
"Hey," Lando said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Oscar just made a wordless little whimper.
Lando pet his chest gently with the hand not holding his cock and balls. "That's alright. I know it's a lot. You did so well. Took it like a real pro. We'll get you through this heat, you'll see. It'll all be okay."
Lando continued to ramble, gently kissing as much of Oscar's sweaty skin as he could reach. Oscar closed his eyes, just… luxuriating in the deep aching feeling of his body.
It was okay. Lando was taking care of him. They'd get through this heat.
Everything else could come after.