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„And the Oscar for best Actor in a leading role…“ The man on stage is slowly opening the envelope. He’s really taking his time with it, Lando thinks, he’s clearly just ramping up the suspense.
There were only three actors nominated for this award,
George Russell - for his insane work as Jake Underwood in „The underwood tapes“-, Alex Albon - for an absolutely heart warming portrayal of Jonah Truman in „The love of my afterlife“- and, of course the best of them all.
Lando Norris, himself for what critics called an ‚Oscar worthy performance‘ in the movie „Close Protection“.
To be honest Lando hadn’t thought of himself as the person to win this, yes his movie had been great and his co-star had also done an incredible job but there were better movies this year.
But maybe Lando had simply not gotten used to seeing himself on the big screen.
Well the bloke on stage had finally gotten his act together and managed to open that damn envelope.
„…goes to Lando Norris, for his role of Milosh Petrov in the movie ‚Close Protection‘“
Cheers erupt through the room as his face fills the video wall.
He’d done it.
Lando has achieved what every young actor dreams of.
Winning an Academy Award.
The world seems to move in slow motion as the Britt walks up to the stage takes the steps with shaking hand and grabs the figure that now belonged to him. His heart is practically in his throat as he gave his speech, words he had thought would stay hidden from the world maybe for a few years more until he’d win.
The young Britt had only starred in his first Motion Picture production a year ago, he’d already been nominated back then but lost out.
Now here he was.
Retaking his place at the table with a little golden man in his hand.
A little Oscar
The awards continued as normal next up was the award for best original song, always one of Landos favourite categories.
Not only did they always play all the songs the singers and songwriters somehow always happen to be some of the most attractive people at these awards.
Ding ding ding, Lando was bang on, because the first guy they show is already breathtaking.
His name read Charles Leclerc and he’d written an absolute banger, just keep watching for the formula one movie.
Unfortunately, Leclerc was taken, married even to non other then Max Verstappen the one actor out there that has played about every horror movie villain since he was discovered.
Lando is aware of that.
Lando is also well aware that Max has about four Oscars laying on his bathroom floor.
But just incase Lando was looking for someone tho go home with the next guy he saw on the screen almost made him lose consciousness.
Not that he was trying to find anyone here but this guy, wow just wow.
His hair swooped just perfectly to frame his face, like Disney prince swooped. It was slightly too long but exactly the perfect length for the British to want to run his hand trough it. Jesus Christ Norris had never even heard this guys name and he was already so so gone for him. Luckily the name Oscar Piastri appears right under his beautiful face. Lando only lets himself finish reading the name before his eyes dart back to the strangers face. His brown eyes sparkle under all the spotlights pointed straight at him, as they should be nothing else in this room is worth a single spotlight.
„Mate, get it together before you start drooling over this Piastri guy.“ Ah yes, sensible as always, his best friend, Max Fewtrell.
Worst part Fewtrell isn’t even wrong. Norris has been staring at Oscar, like really bad.
But how could anyone take their eyes off that incredible lopsided grin.
Oh Lando wishes he could see it up close.
„Oh shut up, Max“
He hates that Max isn’t wrong hates that he didn’t even waste one glance at the other nominee and hates most of all that Oscar doesn’t even win the award, sure Lando has never heard of Piastri before but just his face should be enough to deserve an Oscar.
Norris also hates that he‘ll never see Piastris face again.
~~~
Oh but he does.
A group of the nominees all go together to a bar, Lando somehow manages to get dragged along and isn’t too happy about it. At least not until he sees the grin that has been plaguing his mind the entire evening.
Oscar Piastri is at the same bar his friends pulled him to.
Norris had already won one Oscar, how hard could it be to get another one.
Very hard apparently because everyone and their mother wanted a picture or a talk with Lando and he couldn't even move three steps without getting swarmed.
It's not that the congratulations felt bad, it's that he was only after one thing and they were making that very hard to get. But the opportunity arose when Lando had finally managed to catch a break and walk out onto the balcony, which was, except for one single person, empty.
The outside felt nice on the the young actors skin, finally a difference from the stuffy club air. He finally exhaled a breath that he wasn't even aware he was holding.
"Rough night?" the other person on the balcony, his voice was kind not mean and he was leaning against the railing facing down onto the streets. Lando took the space next to him and joined the stranger in staring at the street.
"Well no, not exactly. I won an Oscar but there's someone who i've been trying to talk to the whole evening and somehow i've not seen him at all." He might have said too much but the alcohol and the late hour made the actors tongue loose.
"That's a bummer mate. You know his name? Maybe i know him. I was also nominated for an Oscar so i know the crowd."
Lando barely understood the question too focused on the man's accent.
Australian. And fucking hot.
"Well his name is-" a light from inside shines through the glass door illuminating the Australians face for half a second. That split second was enough for lando's heart to drop to his ankles.
Oscar Piastri.
The man he was looking for standing right across from him.
"Uhm- actually I-" the Britt stutters around.
"Found him?" Jesus, Lando is going to have a heart attack. And Oscar Piastri is going to be the cause.
The way Oscar grins at him makes his heart want to jump out of his chest. To make things worse, the other took a step towards Lando, stepping into his space without hesitation and Lando couldn’t find it in himself to back away.
„Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?“ Yes. Yes a cat had gotten Landos tongue and he couldn’t possibly get it back, not when Oscar’s eyes were pinning him in place scanning over his whole body.
But he tried, the young actor tried his damn best to string together a sentence, „Well uhm-“ shit he couldn’t even think straight while looking at the man looming over him „Maybe buy me a drink first? I did win an Oscar after all“ his voice was unsteady but sounded just confident enough to give the illusion that Lando wasn’t shaking in his boots. Or we’ll dress shoes.
„Maybe if you’re not a prick you’ll win another one tonight“, the way Oscar said it it sounds like a promise not just a stupid pick-up-line, either way it made something in Lando perk up, something competitive.
He would get Oscar Piastri just like he’d gotten that Oscar Academy Award.
~~~
This bar was different, quieter.
Oscar and Lando had left behind the rumble of the celebration, now sitting together in a booth felt more comfortable and a little more intimate than being at the bar with a thousand other people.
"Why were you looking for me of all people", its the accent that has really gotten to Lando, it’s hopeless.
And to answer the question he didn’t know why, no idea why this brunette Australian had stolen his heart at the first glance. But it had happened and now there they were. Just the two of them, alone, in a bar, waiting patiently for their orders to arrive.
„I don’t know actually. You just caught my attention.“ Lando doesn’t start to ramble, keeps his heart closer to his chest then usually.
Finally their drinks come, a pretty standard negroni for Oscar and a martini for Lando.
The Britt noticed immediately that the martini was slightly too strong when he felt his face contort into a grimace.
„Even your shot face is beautiful“, it’s a small whisper, definitely not something the Aussie would ever admit without having drank a little before. Lando decides not to mention it but he can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"So, random stranger from the Academy Awards, tell me something about you because all I know about you is that you did not win an Oscar-“
„Ow dude.“
„your name is Oscar, you drink your negroni the way it’s intended and you’re Australian.“
Oscar smiles weakly before taking a deep breath and starting to speak: „Okay I’m from Melbourne I came here at fourteen to get on with my music career. I have three sisters, I love them very much. My mother is Nicole and she is pretty different from me actually I’m sure she’d love you if you’d meet. Uh, I don’t have pets but I’d love to have either a cat or a dog at some point. Oh yeah I have a middle name, it’s Jack. Uh that’s it I think. Okay actually there is something else, what is the intended way to drink negroni?“
„You have three sisters that’s cool I’ve got two and a brother.” Lando thinks for a second before realising Oscar’d asked him a question “Oh, yeah the correct way to drink negroni is slowly so that the ice has the opportunity to melt”
It’s one of the few things the Britt knows, he’d never been the best in school but he retained fun facts well enough to make it seem like he wasn’t stupid.
„Any other facts in that pretty head of yours?“, Landos head goes completely empty for a second the word pretty echoing in his skull. He’s been called loads of things tons of complements but pretty was new and that combined with Oscars beautiful accent made everything ten times worse, or better.
„Uhm well-“ His brain was fighting for words scrambling though all databases available but Lan couldn’t think under the Aussies stare. Oscar was looking at him, properly looking taking in every detail. After what felt like three hours the older’s brain found something: „Did you know.. uh that psychopaths actually have less mirror neurons than normal people so they dont yawn when someone else does.“
Now it’s the youngers time to grasp for words. Why would anyone know that? And how could someone that knows that say it so calmly and then take a sip from his martini looking like heaven on earth.
~~~
They had been sitting there for hours, evening dragging into night, smalltalk digging deeper and one drink turning into many.
Lando had lost count but the edges of his mind were turning hazy he was past the point of tipsy well into drunk by now and the man opposite him was still smiling at him with that lopsided grin.
They’d long passed the point of subtle flirting, Oscar had inched closer over time now laying his hand softly on Landos knee.
„You seem pretty drunk, wanna go back to the hotel?“, Oscar, of course who else would be asking if the Britt wanted to go to the hotel.
That left him wondering, which hotel. His or Oscars?
„Yeah why not. Which hotel?“, Landos voice and his mind were much clearer than he had thought they would be.
Oscar who had had at least two drinks less than Lan also seemed semi coherent, „Well mine is about an hour form this bar, so if yours isn’t further then we go to yours“
We.
Oscar is going to come with him.
To his Hotel room.
Probably spend the night there too.
The olders pulse started racing.
He’d felt years younger from the second they’d sat down, like a schoolboy with his first crush. Stumbling over words and blushing an embarrassing amount anytime Oscar gave him a compliment or touched his legs under the table. Now he felt it again, Lando felt embarrassed to go back to his hotel with Oscar.
He didnt even know why hew he just knew that the thought of this beautiful man in his room maybe even his bed made his heart skip four beats.
~~~
„Welcome to my humble residence“ he’d barely opened the door before Oscar had a hand around his waist.
They were stumbling inside together almost dropping the tiny golden man that Lando was clutching.
„Can I put the little Oscar down before the big one tackles me?“
The Britt heard an approving hum and placed the figure down on the small coffee table, stepping back a little admiring his award before turning back too the real prize of tonight. Piastri was already looking at him with something shimmering in his eyes, Lando couldn’t tell if it was love or pride.
Maybe it was both.
It didn’t matter, not when Oscars lips finally pressed to his. Soft at first.
Testing the waters.
He didn’t have to, Lan was more then ready to let him have everything he wanted.
Without breaking the kiss they stumbled to the large queen sized bed toppling onto it, landing softly among the sheets.
„You’re so pretty“, Oscars accent seemed more pronounced than earlier, Lando didn’t mind, liked it actually.
„You don’t look too shabby yourself“, the older replied breathing heavily.
He heard the Aussie chuckle before going back to kissing him. Lando didnt want to stop kissing Oscar like, ever.
The feeling of the youngers lips had him practically floating on clouds.
So when he felt Oscar wanting to deepen the kiss, he let him without hesitation.
And that’s how they spent the night, tangled in each other.
Shut off from the world outside these four walls.
Who cared what anyone else was doing as long as Lando had Oscar, he was happy.
And as long as Oscar had Lando, he wouldn’t be letting him go again.
So safe to say that Lando had won two Oscars in one night.
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