7. OSCAR PIASTRI

When he wanted to push his buttons, Lando knew how to do it. All it took was, as in that case, a tiny, seemingly insignificant gesture. 
One made in the midst of many other people in a totally out-of-place context. 
Like now, all it took was for him to move two fingers up and down against the edge of the makeup table he was sitting in front of, while they were getting him ready. And it was enough, of course, while he was joking about random things, in front of the makeup artists and the many people backstage on the set who were constantly coming and going. 
That was a silly thing, one of the many Lando knew how to invent to then push him to take him in part alone, bend him forward, hastily pull his pants down as needed, and actually stick those two fingers—his own in this case—in his damned hole while Lando willingly arched like a cat in heat. 
Obviously not before Oscar whispering hoarsely in his ear: - You really are a whore, then!  
His giggle, transformed into a sigh, would have become a loud moan if the Australian, anticipating and knowing him, hadn't covered his mouth with the hand, closing it just in time before he screamed. 
And he would have screamed, without his hand. Especially later, when he'd followed his already hard and throbbing cock after his fingers. 

His hole was made to be licked. 
As always, it seemed to be waiting only for his tongue, his fingers, and then his tongue again, in an eternal alternation that Oscar enjoyed. 
At least until Lando started meowing, again like a cat in heat. Meowing for real, shamelessly—and erotically—as only he could do. At that point, he usually knew he wanted to be fucked. 
There was no need to speak, they understood each other immediately; they had their ways. 
So Oscar straightened up, slapped him on the soft buttock, spread him wide with fingers that tightly gripped those round, firm cheeks, and entered without hesitation. 
It wasn't particularly gentle, because neither of them wanted that kind of thing. 
It was strong, immediate and passionate. He put everything he didn't usually put into his everyday life. 
It turned him on to watch his slender back move before his eyes, in that position on all fours, all arched with that damned gorgeous, firm ass slamming against his pelvis. The sound of their hips slamming against each other was wonderful, that alone drove him crazy. It was enough seeing him bent over and leaning forward that part of himself Lando always used to purposely drive him crazy. Because by now he knew. 
Besides the hole made for licking, his body was also made for fucking, but it was all thanks to Lando and the way he conducted himself, fully aware of his talents. 
“Slut skills. Fuck, he drives me crazy. I really like him.”
It was as if Oscar always repressed himself and then, finally, let every damned hidden side out only when he was with Lando. It was the first time it had happened to him, that he could abandon himself without any restraint because for the first time he had found someone to show that secret side that he had always been ashamed of. 
He'd been having erotic fantasies for a while, some questionable ones. Having been around other boys and in close contact with them since he was young, Oscar had realized at some point that he had certain tendencies, but he'd never been drawn to anyone in particular, so much as to specific fantasies that he'd always satisfied alone, never having found someone to try them with.
Then he'd met Lando and unleashed a sort of second personality that emerged only at certain times and with certain tricks. Alcohol, for example. Or those damned whorelike ways of his that he so loved. Those moves, that style, that way of being and acting.  
He didn't know how he'd done it, but Lando had understood immediately. 
Oscar rationally believed Lando had succeeded since they'd gotten drunk together at the club last season, and then, of course, in their bedroom during the talk that had started it all. But every now and then he'd think back to their first meeting, their first month together, their first year as teammates, and he'd noticed many of Lando's behaviors toward him that were very different from the typical, overwhelming, seemingly inattentive nature he was known for. 
At first, Lando had been very considerate toward him, he'd been extremely sweet and kind; but he still was, except that since they'd been fucking he'd obviously been more provocative and a jerk. He pushed his buttons and played more, but in the first year, he'd been like a brother. 
How had Lando instantly figured out how to deal with him? That he was special, different from the others, that he needed to be looked after and cared for with great patience. That he needed someone to act as a filter between himself and the world, a world too strange for him. A world in which he was the odd one out, obviously. 
Lando had immediately become a connection between him and the others, to the point that he'd begun to look at him as a kind of lifesaver. 
Of course, he’d liked him quickly, but when he liked people—few and rare—he'd begun to trust them, and in doing so he'd relax, be himself. And the more he was, the more unusual sides of himself he revealed.
When he'd also felt attracted to Lando, Oscar had tried to avoid dangerous situations where he might lose control, but he had been helped by the fact that he hated going out and partying. 
The moment he was forced to participate, he'd automatically used the usual method of survival. He drank. Convinced that there were too many people to really let himself go. 
Too bad it hadn't gone that way. In the end, the other Oscar had quickly taken over, as if he couldn't wait to be freed. 
When had he ever been able to be with someone he liked and vent his deep, always well-suppressed instincts? 
"Well, I've never liked anyone, actually. Not that much." 
Lando had thus gone from the role of trusted brother to that of a boy to be fucked. 
But he was lucky because Lando was looking for a fuck buddy and for some reason had identified that figure in him, even more so because he was also an outgoing and open boy; that's how Oscar had stepped forward as soon as he realized Lando would be there. 
Especially if he was on the floor, at his feet, on his knees and arched forward. Or on all fours. Or staring at him with those big, imploring puppy eyes. 
Oscar wasn't sure when his teammate had realized he liked him, but from the moment he understood that, Lando had been a pure spectacle. 
He always knew how to act with him depending on what he wanted, and he gave it to him every time without hesitation. Whether he wanted to be fucked, or a favor, or maybe he wanted him to accept his apologies for competition reasons, 
Lando always knew how to get what he wanted from him, and as long as he gave him what he wanted in return, everything was fine. For him, it was an equal relationship. No problem. 
He knew he had casual partners and maybe even a few other special friends like him. 
"Well, Carlos is definitely one of them, impossible otherwise!"
Thinking about it as he was about to come, he dug the nails as usual into his hips, where he was already covered in similar marks, but this time, instead of letting go so as not to overdo it, he tightened the grip, making him moan louder in a mix of pleasure and pain that, obviously, helped Oscar come more satisfyingly. 
Then Lando waited to move. He waited for his arms, as usual, to wrap around the waist and for his mouth to seek him, emerging from shoulder. Only after that kiss did they loosen up and relax together a bit, if there was time. 
Otherwise, they rushed off to their respective duties, but Oscar liked to have the right amount of time to do things with him; he didn't want to rush. 
- But in the end, did you like me or not?
And Lando, usually, in those moments, instead of staying silent and basking in the bliss of the senses, preferred to ask him fateful questions. Not because he thought he could only answer in those moments; they simply came to him at the most absurd moments. Often even things unrelated to the sex they had just had or to things that had happened shortly before. 
Often they were things that had nothing to do with it. 
- When? - Oscar asked, settling onto his back, with Lando climbing on top of him. 
- The first year. I've always had the impression that you liked me too much, which is why, even though I was looking for a fuck buddy and as soon as I saw you I had a kind of crush, then I stopped everything. I didn't want to take advantage of you because I thought you really liked me. 
He adored Lando and his lack of filters. He, who, in reality, was his filter to the world. 
He was a living paradox. 
Oscar smiled amusedly, then thought about it and answered sincerely, as always. 
- Yes, but not in the way you think. - Lando rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at him, still partially stretched out on his now relaxed and peaceful body. 
- And which one?
- I felt understood by you right away. It's a strange thing for me. Maybe that's why you ended up being physically attracted to me, too. 
- Understood?  
Oscar nodded, still smiling sweetly, and Lando pointed at him lighting up. 
- There, now for example! You make those sweet expressions with me. You've always done them, but only with me. With others, you make always polite smiles, but with me, you've always been different. 
He didn't mince his words and was completely certain of what he thought. He admired him. 
- Because you've always understood me. I feel comfortable with you. Confident. Calm. You understood that I needed a connection with the world, and you became one without hesitation. You did it spontaneously. I trusted you immediately.  
Lando became serious and thoughtful, absorbing his words. Then, as his fingers played with his chest, searching for his moles and sending shivers down his spine, he said: - And doesn't that mean you liked me as a boy? 
- I saw you more as a brother, a member of my family. Then the attraction came and it changed, but it's a bit hard to explain. I definitely didn't do it well. 
Lando cocked his head to the side, looking up to think about it further, then looked back up at him, smiling serenely. 
- No, I think I understand. 
Oscar smiled. 
- You see? You always understand me, but you're one of the few.
Lando's smile deepened becoming sweet, with that affectionate sweetness that Oscar saw only for him. The kind that intoxicated him and often made him dependent. 
He was special without knowing how much. 
- People don't understand you because they simply don't ask questions, thinking they'll bother you and that you don't want to talk. So they hold on to their own ideas, often wrong. I thought you liked me, but when I realized that maybe I didn't, I immediately stepped forward and asked. 
- But it's true that I don't like talking; they're right to avoid questions! - they both laughed at this until Lando, after a sweet kiss on the lips, returned with another question that had just somehow popped into his head. 
His mind was a kind of labyrinth that suddenly changed, opening up passages at the strangest moments. 
- And is it true that you don't fall in love? We never talked about that again. I was happy for you to be like that, but I never asked. Don't you know how to love?
Oscar, not overly surprised that he'd asked sooner or later and actually amused that he'd do it after almost a year, simply shrugged. 
- No, I don't think so. 
- You don't think it, or do you know for sure? - Lando insisted in his typical manner. 
Oscar shrugged again. 
- I don't think so. It's never happened to me. I know I don't show emotions like others and that I obviously have feelings, but not the ones everyone have. I obviously have affection for my family. But love for a man or a woman? No, I don't think I'm capable of that. I've never fallen in love and I'm afraid I can't. 
Lando remained silent once again, listening and thinking about his words, which clearly touched him. Then, as always, he spoke with a spontaneous candor that Oscar absolutely adored. 
- That doesn't mean you don't know how to love. Maybe you have difficulty loving. Maybe you're one of those who loves once and for all. You can't know.  
Oscar's lips curled, not rejecting the theory, but only because it came from him and he let Lando say and do anything. He accepted anything from Lando, even things he shouldn't have. 
- Maybe, who knows. - he replied. 
- It seems to me more like you're afraid of not being able to love someone back, so you preemptively push others away, but maybe you can fall in love like everyone else. It's just never happened to you, but that doesn't mean it won't. 
Oscar didn't feel anything about it; he didn't feel a thrill at the idea of being able to love; he'd never even considered it. He'd always been convinced he couldn't, period. That was fine. 
- And you? Do you love anyone? Or have you ever loved? 
He knew he didn't love him; he would have told him because he was too sincere. 
They were extremely good together, and there was affection between them, as well as intimacy and understanding in every sense, but no love. There couldn't be. So he was calm. 
When he asked that question, Lando was still lying half on top of him, and their faces were still very close, so close that he could read every single nuance of his splendid blue eyes with golden flecks. He never tired of looking at them. 
In that, he saw a clear, distinct gasp. A jolt of pain. 
And he realized that, indeed, there was someone. 
- I loved. 
- You loved? - he said, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Lando immediately gave in and with a nervous laugh, quickly hidden against his neck, replied defeatedly in a faint voice that he could clearly hear. 
- I love. - clearly someone who didn't love him back. 
As soon as he realized this, Oscar immediately felt something. Something he didn't quite understand. 
Something unpleasant. 
"Am I jealous?" then his mind immediately developed the most likely name. The only logical and sensible one. "It'll be Carlos!"
Normally he would have asked, he had no problem, especially with him, but there he had. There he realized he absolutely didn't want to know anything about the truth. 
Not a fucking shit.
And he avoided asking. 
- You don't want to know who? - Lando asked surprised, obviously lacking the same ability to filter. 
Oscar gave a little smile that was a mix of amusement and, perhaps, sadness. He hoped it was sweet. 
- If you wanted me to know, you would have told me, since you're the kind of person who always shares everything.
Lando smiled wistfully again, then sighed nodding, leaning back against his chest, avoiding his overly intense gaze. 
- No one knows. It's a wrong love in every way. Thank you for not asking anything else. - he whispered softly, dejected. 
Oscar's heart broke and he couldn't tell if it was because Lando was pining so much for love, or because he loved someone else. 
Either way, it was something that was coming out too late. 
Oscar, not knowing what to say and being terrible with delicate and sensitive topics, simply stroked the back of his neck. As he did so, he realized he was fervently hoping, one day, to be in that mysterious boy's place, in Lando's heart. 
And he understood why Lando had been special to him from the start. 
"Is he the one who will make me human?" 
But suddenly he didn't know whether he wanted it or not. 

Notes: I imagine Lando provoking and triggering Oscar with certain things, like meowing. He's just the type to do that!
In any case, I think Oscar is particular, one of those who experiences very few feelings in life and who for most of it convinces himself he doesn't know how to feel, when in fact that's not the case. It might be hard to feel some emotions, perhaps, but not impossible! See you next time. Kisses, Akane