6. LANDO AND OSCAR - Pt 3 

- Why don't you do anything when you’re sober? You're completely different when you don't drink!  
Lando began the next day with this sentence, barging into Oscar's room early in the morning. 
Early considering the time they'd returned to the hotel, even though it was actually past noon. This time, Lando had purposely restrained himself, avoiding the destructive act of forgetting everything by excess at first light of dawn. He had even had himself taken to his room alone, after bombarding Oscar with messages, ordering him not to leave without him the next day.
- I thought you wanted to go home with me, that's why you wanted me to wait for you… - Oscar replied, taken aback and confused, still standing in front of the open door. 
Lando had assumed it, since when he'd woken up Oscar had texted him writing he was awake and to hurry, as if to say, 'Hurry up or I'll catch the plane alone.' Obviously, he hadn't bothered to specify the true nature of his order. 
After greeting him with the same phrase he'd fallen asleep with—namely, 'Be sure to wait for me!'—he entered Oscar's room like a lone little soldier ready to fight with an entire platoon.
- No, I want to know if you like me or not! - Suddenly, all Lando wanted to know was that. Because if he waited until Oscar was drinking to throw himself at him, maybe he didn't like him enough to do it even sober, and that really bothered him, considering he'd spent a whole year wasting time depriving himself of quality time with him when; in the end, maybe there wasn't a damn problem with not jumping on him and having fun with him whenever and however he pleased. 
Oscar, perplexed, closed the door standing still already washed and dressed, while he hurriedly strode across the spacious room. 
When Oscar still didn't answer, Lando stopped in front of him and, arms wide, urged argumentatively, the vein throbbing in his forehead aching from the headache he'd woken up with. 
- So, Osc? Do you like me or not? Because I was convinced you really liked me, that's why I've never done anything with you, because I'm only looking for friends to fuck with, not relationships! But if you only jump on me when you're drunk, what the fuck does that mean? That you don't like me enough and that you have to drink to stick your tongue in my mouth, or that you don't have the courage to do it sober because you like me too much? I have to understand, you drove me crazy! Last time I didn't want to think about it, it was just a casual kiss, we'd both drunk a lot, but now it happened again. If you drink, you attack me and you're completely different! What the fuck does that mean, I need to know! SPEAK, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
- And how the fuck can I talk if you don't shut up? - At that frank and argumentative, but essentially calm, response, Lando suddenly fell silent, almost having a stroke from the urge to punch him. 
He'd shushed him, but still wasn't answering. How dare he? 
Oscar calmly moved away from the door and even sat on the bed thoughtful, his hands gripping the edge. Still in complete silence. 
Lando—who had started pacing again to avoid headbutting him—waited, but impatience was killing him again. Why the fuck was taking him so long? 
- So, you want to answer me, damn it? 
Oscar finally made up his mind. 
- So you're looking for a fuck buddy? - he'd been focusing on that thing throughout the conversation. Lando stopped in front of him, looking at him sharply, ready to have a serious fight. 
- Yes. And you? - he chose something simple and concise, since Oscar hated words. Perhaps he'd used too many, prey to agitation and nerves. 
Oscar adopted a more neutral position on the bed, his hands now open on his thighs, his head relaxed on his shoulders, his back slightly hunched. His lower lip jutted out, clearly thoughtful, as he observed him as if he were X-raying him. 
In that moment Lando felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing of the dominant and exciting Oscar he had been that night. Where was that masterpiece of a living being? He wanted it back immediately! 
- It's the best I can give to someone who wants an intimate interaction with me. 
Lando's eyes widened as he stopped a meter away from him. Standing, he leaned slightly toward him, frowning and convinced he'd misunderstood. 
- What the hell does that mean? - he'd actually slept little and badly, because when he drank he always slept badly. Moreover, he hadn't even had a coffee; he'd just downed half a liter of water in one go, washed himself well and dressed quickly, rushing to Oscar so he wouldn't escape. 
Oscar, patient, sighed and, cocking his head to the side, remained absolutely calm, not at all uncomfortable. How the hell did he do that? He was going crazy! 
- It means I'm not one for many relationships because I'm strange and different, as you've probably guessed. And those few are reserved for those rare elect who obviously attract me. However, I can't get beyond sex and a generally physical relationship. - silence. 
His head started pounding even more painfully. Lando didn't understand a thing. 
- I'm incapable of feeling. I'm incapable of falling in love. I like few people, you're clearly one of them, but the most I can give of myself in a relationship is my body. Sex is fine, not love or anything else. So if you're looking for a fuck buddy, that's fine by me. 
"So, he's perfect!" Lando finally thought, his headache magically disappeared, having finally understood the meaning of his words. 
Lando stopped being as tense as a violin string and began to relax. But there was still one thing he needed to know. 
- But why are you so different when you drink? When you're sober, you don't do anything, and when you're drunk, you do... if you have to drink to jump me, that's not a good sign... 
It wasn't a good sign for him, but Oscar always smiled at him with total serenity. It was clear he felt at ease with him, he didn't feel that way with anyone else. He couldn't imagine Oscar having those conversations with another human being. 
- Because I'm rigid and closed off, I have trouble interacting with others. Alcohol helps me loosen up and give me courage. In general I can't stand people, let alone if I have to do who knows what with them…
Lando laughed, realizing it was part of the wonderfulness of his being different. 
- Who knows what… - he said, moving sinuously toward him. Oscar straightened his back preparing to receive him, even spread his arms. - It’s about making out with me after a proper flirtation… - as he said it, Lando placed hands on his shoulders and straddled him, arching the back. He slid his pelvis forward as far as possible, while Oscar welcomed him, grabbing him by the hips and leaning back slightly to give all the space he wanted. 
- What could possibly be? - he concluded mischievously, bringing his face closer to his. Oscar raised his chin, ready to receive his lips with a blissful and completely relaxed smile. 
- You don't know how hard it is to be me… - he whispered softly so as not to interrupt him. Lando paused at his lips and brushed them, then replied still amused and mischievous. 
- But you're sober now, see it wasn't that hard? I'm not a monster. I've never eaten anyone. At most I would have joked about it and everything would have been fine… - but Oscar didn't let him finish, deciding it was time to force his beautiful mouth shut, now impatient. 
When he silenced him by kissing, Lando laughed into his mouth, but slowly stopped to open and slide his tongue into his. 
When they met, they resumed playing together, this time sober and fully conscious. 
That first kiss without alcohol tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash, but neither of them noticed, preferring to concentrate on the softness of their tongues and lips sucking each other. 
Oscar's hands moved from his hips to his back and then down to his buttocks without fear; Lando's from his shoulders to his head and his hair, still damp from the shower. 
The heat started immediately and Lando continued to fuel it, moving and rubbing himself against him, seeking greater contact and a new trigger for Oscar that didn't involve alcohol. 
Oscar followed his sinuous movements until Lando, remembering how they had been interrupted the night before, slid over to his ear with a mischievous smile. After licking it, he pressed his lips there, speaking softly and hoarsely. 
- You know, I remember I still owe you a favor... 
Oscar tensed slightly, clearly not understanding what he was referring to, but Lando immediately enlightened him by sliding down his legs. 
Kneeling on the floor, he grabbed his knees and spread them. Oscar looked at him there and blushed violently, his eyes widening spontaneously. 
Lando, deducing that he liked what he was about to do, slid his hands up his thighs, reaching his still-covered but already swollen groin from under the bottoms of his shorts, pressing his face on it. While he rubbed himself through the fabric, working on his cock once they found it, he felt Oscar lean back on his hands and moan his name in pain. 
Lando took it as a 'continue' and didn't need to be told twice. After playing with his crotch through his shorts, he slipped his hands out, grabbed them by the waistband and pulled down along with his briefs, freeing his erection which was already throbbing from his treatment. 
He rubbed his face again on the warm, sensitive skin, it also smelled of the shower and licked it without using his hands, until, after playing with it a bit, he decided to wrap it and suck it thoroughly. 
Oscar began to sigh, pushing the hips against his mouth. Soon the hands were on his curls, accompanying his movements. He tightened the grip, trying not to pull so as not to hurt him. 
- Lando, I'm about to come… - knowing this, he increased his movements and intensity, intending to welcome him. 
- Lan… - Oscar, however, couldn't finish the moan or even tear him away, because couldn't resist coming in his mouth, evidently not wanting to actually pull him by hair. 
Lando, with a suggestive and amused smile, kept the cum in his mouth and simply crawled toward the wastebasket near the bathroom door. Once he reached it, he spat his seed in and, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, remained sitting on the floor all twisted. 
When he turned to check on Oscar, knowing he could only be okay, he saw him in an even worse state than before and nearly had a heart attack. 
- Was I disgusting? - he couldn't understand his reaction. 
Oscar was still sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff as if he hadn't just come. He was biting his lip as if under strain, and his muscles were also tense as he stared at him shocked. Shocked was the right word. 
- What’s wrong? - Lando asked worriedly. Thinking he was in pain, he rushed toward him still crawling on the ground. He did it involuntarily and without any particular intention, but as soon as he reached him, grabbing the knees, Oscar suddenly placed a hand on his face to stop him or cover him, while with the other he hid his own, turning the head to the side, clearly so as not to look at him. He looked like he was about to vomit, and another moan escaped, this time accompanied by some words. 
- Lando, no... don't stay like this... 
Lando couldn't notice that his erection wasn't wilting after the orgasm he'd just had, because his hand was effectively on his face. On the contrary, he didn't react very well to that strange and abrupt maneuver. 
- Oscar, are you crazy? - obviously, he took his hand and moved it away; as he did so, he rose to his knees, remaining on the ground in front of Oscar. When he looked at him, the first thing he noticed was that wasn't a disgusted expression, but a damned excited one. Oscar was red and... suffering from pleasure? 
- Osc? - he called, increasingly perplexed. 
The next second, Lando noticed that Oscar's erection had started throbbing again, as if it hadn’t just been satisfied, and then he understood. 
While he was having the revelation of the century, Oscar wriggled free, jumping to his feet and moving away. In doing so, he pulled up his pants, but was of little use, as it was now obvious he was aroused again. 
- What's wrong? - Lando asked pretending not to understand, but his languid tone and movements as he followed him on all fours told a different story. 
Like a sinuous feline, Lando crawled towards his companion, sprawled against the wall with arms outstretched, terrified. Once at his feet, he remained kneeling on the floor, legs spread, hands in front of him, and back arched in a seductive pose, this time absolutely intentional. His look was feigned innocence, feigned concern. 
- Am I the one bothering you? - he asked, feigning submission, even pouting his lip. 
- Wow, you're such a whore! - Oscar blurted out at this point. Realizing that Lando had figured out what was going on, he stopped hiding and relaxed. 
Lando smiled with mischief and amusement, the kind of smile that was anticipating something incredibly exciting. 
- Is this what you like so much? - he then asked, rising to his knees and crawling up Oscar’s legs until reached the groin, which was once again swollen under clothes. He rubbed his face there as before, while his hands moved up the chest, under the shirt, pinching his turgid nipples. 
Oscar stood there before him, still not moving a muscle. His hands at his sides, his gaze hard as if were telepathically commanding him, transforming into his master. 
- The submissive ones? - Lando continued nibbling on his cock through the fabric. He was already hard again. 
Oscar sighed, but remained there, motionless, with a strength Lando didn't know where it came from. He was about to climb up his body again, fully intent on teasing him until he found another breaking point, but then suddenly an idea occurred to him and he began to crawl languidly toward the bed. Once he reached it, he climbed onto it and got on all fours, smearing his face and shoulders thoroughly on the mattress, while he pushed his ass out toward him. 
There, he twisted to look at Oscar: he was still rigid, his muscles tense and his face contorted. He was about to die. 
- Or whores? - Lando whispered, seductively sucking his index finger moving up and down in his mouth. 
At that Oscar reacted and detached himself from the wall as quickly as a flash. Moving toward him, he grabbed the collar from behind his neck and took off the shirt; then hastily removed his pants and underwear as well. 
When he reached him, he grabbed Lando's and pulled them down abruptly, muttering through his teeth: - You really are a whore. 
He then buried his face between his buttocks, which he slapped unexpectedly before spreading them and disappearing with his mouth and tongue into the crack, where that night had remained incredibly untouched. Who knows, perhaps he was hoping for him. 
Lando, surprised by his fiery reaction, squeaked, tensing for a moment, then laughed, sighed, relaxed and abandoned himself to his treatment, which didn't seem at all like that of a shy or inexperienced man. 
Oscar licked and fingered, taking much longer than necessary, as if he couldn't stop, as if that part of himself were some kind of drug. The idea was incredibly exciting and to make sure he understood correctly, he twisted to look at him: Oscar's cock was throbbing between his legs and swelling visibly. It seemed to have a life of its own. 
"He likes licking. Maybe especially the ass. And who am I to interrupt him?" 
He remained there willingly, crushed with his upper body and lower body hostage to Oscar's mouth and hands; his arms crossed under his chin, basking and sighing at the pleasurable treatment. 
He let him do it for a while, then, feeling himself too excited and needy to come, he followed yet another intuition and began meowing without the slightest shame. 
Hearing this, Oscar let out yet another moan of pleasure against his buttock, which he nibbled. 
- You’re a damned bastard. 
- And you fuck me besides licking me? Because, for goodness sake, you and your tongue are fantastic, but I need a cock in this ass you love so much. I want to be fucked. You can't lift me up like this and then leave me hanging... I'm happy if you dominate me, but... oh!
Obviously, he would have talked endlessly just to be silenced in the only way he hoped. And Oscar didn't disappoint him. 
He slapped Lando on the buttock again and then, with a fluid and almost abrupt movement, entered in one powerful thrust. Once halfway in, he remained still waiting for him to relax. 
Lando stopped talking and screamed without holding back. He did so while arching completely and throwing his head back. 
Oscar pushed up the shirt he was still wearing as much as he could, probably to get a better look at his back and the sinuous curves of his rear end; when Oscar felt him loosen, he began to move, sinking deeper with each thrust. Each time faster and faster, more and more in sync with his movements. 
Lando briefly turned around to see if he was close, but remained surprised for a moment, watching him as he stared mesmerized the movements of his buttocks slamming against his hips, making increasingly louder noises. Oscar had never been so involved and excited; he was visibly in ecstasy, his face contorted in the most incredible pleasure.  
Lando smiled smugly and decided to let him have some more fun, then when he too felt too close to the edge, he licked his hand generously and roughly and rubbed it over his now hard and ready cock. 
- YES OSC LIKE THAT! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP NOW... YES...
A few quick, tight movements and he shot. When he did, he screamed even louder, calling his name without restraint. 
This was the final straw for Oscar, who obviously enjoyed hearing him scream like that and enjoying himself like crazy; indeed, digging his nails into the hips he was gripping tightly, he came too. 
He felt Oscar abandon to pleasure as he too lost in his own, which still shook him to his very core. 
Definitely one of the best fucks. 
Lando relaxed, remaining in that fateful position for Oscar, and after an indefinite time, he felt him collapse on top of him and climb onto the bed from behind, still on his knees in a position similar to his own, only fitting like a sort of glove. 
Panting and shaken, Oscar kissed his neck, returning to the sweetness he'd always seen, as if the transformation were over and everything was back to normal. 
"I know how to trigger him. The whore attitude is in my DNA. Oscar will be mine as long as I want it. And considering he can't fall in love, he's fucking perfect. I have my new fucking anti-Charles." 
Thinking about it, he felt an unexpected and disproportionate happiness, and turning in his arms to reach his face, he smiled at him rubbing against him. When their lips met, they said absolutely nothing. 
They simply kissed, collapsing onto their sides together, stretching on the bed. 
Lando was in seventh heaven. 

NOTE: We're still talking about Lando and Oscar because it was obvious we needed to reach a point of clarity and everything couldn't remain so suspended and open, where important things happen but aren't discussed (which in reality is quite common). I couldn't imagine Lando remaining so uncertain for too long.
This is my vision of Oscar, those who have already read my fics about them know it, but even if this is Oscar's starting point, it doesn't mean it's the end point, since with Lando around it's difficult to remain unchanged.
I had a lot of fun writing the scene where Oscar's fetish comes out; I really imagined Lando acting that way to trigger it; I hope I've described the scene well.
Meow.  See you next time. Kisses,  Akane