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Oscar Piastri was doing something he hadn’t done in what felt like years: absolutely nothing.

No group projects. No all-nighters fueled by bad coffee and worse decisions just him, his bed, a half-empty bag of sour candy, and a random Netflix series playing in the background.

For the first time since… well, ever, he could finally say it out loud:

• ✔️ Graduated.
• ✔️ Degree in hand.
• ✔️ Free man.

He smiled to himself, stretched lazily, and let the peace of his room settle over him like a warm blanket.

If someone had told him four years ago that he’d survive engineering school with (most of) his sanity intact, he would’ve laughed in their face. But here he was tired but alive and pretty much happy.

The biggest surprise, though, hadn’t been finishing his thesis or passing his finals.

It was graduation day itself.

For the first time in over a decade, both of his parents Mark Webber and Lewis Hamilton had stood side by side in the audience, smiling and clapping like they hadn’t spent the past ten years barely being in the same room.

Oscar still wasn’t sure how they pulled it off without causing a scene but somehow, they had just for him.

The press had gotten their photos, of course. Headlines like “F1 Legends Reunite for Son’s Graduation” had popped up on Twitter before Oscar even left the ceremony. But for once, he didn’t care his parents’ fans were actually… kind of sweet about it.

Life felt good.

Which, of course, meant something was about to ruin it.

Oscar heard the front door slam first. Then yelling. Then chaos.

“OSCAAAAAAR!”

The bedroom door burst open with the dramatic force of a Netflix crime scene.

Oscar yelped, half-jumping out of bed and nearly tripping over his own blanket. “Oh for what the fuck?! Are you two insane?!”

Charles Leclerc stood there, grinning like a man possessed, with Logan Sargeant right behind him, already laughing like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened.

Both of them. His two best friends already at maximum chaos levels and it wasn’t even noon.

“We come bearing gifts,” Logan announced dramatically, making his way over and grabbing Oscar by the shoulders. “And you have no idea how big this is.”

Oscar blinked, still trying to get his heart rate back under control. “Please tell me it’s not matching tattoos again.”

Charles snorted and pulled out three sleek black boxes from behind his back like he was doing a magic trick.

“Oh no. This is way better.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “Do I even want to know?”

“Well… do you remember that promise our parents made if we actually managed to graduate?” Charles asked.

Oscar frowned. “Mate… that was like four years ago I barely remember what I had for breakfast today.”

Logan let out an exaggerated gasp. “Good thing we remembered.”

Charles grinned, popped the first box open, and tossed something shiny and laminated onto Oscar’s bed.

Oscar froze.

VIP F1 paddock passes.

Austria Netherlands & Silverstone.

Oscar’s jaw dropped. His brain? Fully short-circuiting.

“You’re kidding.”

"We’re not,” Charles grinned, holding up the passes like a game show host. “We’re going all three of us, actually you always had access but anyway.”

“I—what—how—”

Charles laughed. “Talked to my mom, she’s cool with it Logan was already going with his family and your dad? Totally on board.”

“Wait, which one?” Oscar asked, narrowing his eyes. “Because that makes a big difference.”

“Lewis,” Charles and Logan said at the same time.

Oscar let out the most dramatic sigh.

Lewis loved nothing more than spoiling Oscar rotten. Weekend getaways, ridiculous gifts, surprise trips if there was a way to go over the top, Lewis was already three steps ahead.

Mark, on the other hand… Mark was Mark. Protective to a fault the kind of dad who triple-checked Oscar’s flight information, set up emergency contact for drunk parties and once threatened to throw someone’s phone into a lake for taking unauthorized photos of him.

“Relax,” Logan said, noticing the look on his face. “We just talked to Mark downstairs he’s fine with it! He gave us the full green light.”

Oscar let out a long, slow breath… then smiled. “You two are the absolute worst influences I’ve ever had.”

“Best friends you’ve ever had,” Charles corrected, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“Same thing.”

The three of them fell into a group hug, laughing way too hard for no reason.

“This is gonna be the best week ever,” Oscar said, already imagining it being back at a race after all these years, with this two best disasters by his side.

“For sure, Os,” Charles grinned, already rifling through Oscar’s closet.

“We should probably buy you new clothes,” Logan said, inspecting one of Oscar’s old hoodies with a grimace. “Your wardrobe is… tragic.”

Oscar laughed, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at both of them. “Yeah sorry I’m not a sex symbol or a fashion icon, but thanks for the vote of confidence. I’m going downstairs before you ruin my entire life.”

Heading down the stairs, Oscar found Mark in the kitchen, mid-discussion with the family chef about dinner.

“You know you’re the best dad in the world, right?” Oscar said, sneaking up behind him and wrapping him in a hug.

Mark chuckled, squeezing him back. “You tend to remind me.”

“Just making sure you don’t forget.”

Mark pulled back, giving him that look. The soft, dad look that always made Oscar’s chest ache a little. “I know why you are here and I want you to enjoy this week, okay? You deserve this, and just have fun.”

Oscar hesitated. “You’re not coming?”

Mark shook his head with a small smile. “Not this time I thought you might want to go solo- well, well not 100% solo with two absolute menaces at your side.”

Oscar laughed. “Fair point.”

"And" Mark leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. “Seb mentioned he’s thinking of coming to Monaco so I invited him here.”

Oscar’s grin turned immediately mischievous. “Oh? Interesting, dad veeeery interesting I’m not complaining then.”

Mark rolled his eyes but didn’t hide his smile.

Oscar shifted awkwardly on his feet for a second before blurting: “Okay but… one question.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Knew that was coming go on.”

“When I’m at the paddock… can I go see Papa in the Ferrari garage?”

Mark’s expression softened instantly. “Oscar… he was the first one to remind me of that graduation promise. The first one to text me the date. He’ll be over the moon to see you.”

Oscar’s heart squeezed a little.

“You’re smart, independent, and… well, you’re you,” Mark added, ruffling his hair again. “Everyone’s gonna fall in love with you.”

Oscar grinned, throwing his arms around him one last time. “Genes.”

Mark laughed. “Exactly.”

Oscar pulled away, already hearing Charles and Logan upstairs yelling about outfits again.

“I better go save my clothes before they decide I need a full personality rebrand,” he said, heading for the stairs.

Mark just shook his head, smiling to himself.

“You’re finally back.” Oscar blinked in surprise as he stepped into his room. Somehow, against all odds, everything was already packed. Clothes folded, shoes lined up, even his phone charger coiled neatly next to his suitcase like some kind of miracle had taken place.

Charles was lying dramatically across his bed like he owned the place, scrolling on his phone like this was a hotel room. Logan was perched sideways on the arm of Oscar’s desk chair, spinning lazily in circles.

Oscar crossed his arms. “Yeah… and you’re invading my bed.”

He grabbed one of his hoodies off the pile and flopped onto the small couch near the window. “So… what’s the plan exactly?”

Charles sat up straight like he was about to deliver a presidential address. “Trip starts tomorrow pretty early so we’re staying in one of those stereotypical Austrian villas that look like they came straight off Pinterest.”

Logan nodded, pulling up something on his phone. “I already scoped out party spots and a few restaurants but outdoor terraces only. It’s gonna be hot, and I’m not sweating through my clothes naaah"

Oscar laughed, shaking his head. “Wow. You guys really planned the whole thing, huh?”

Charles grinned, falling back onto the bed with dramatic flair. “Obviously mon amour I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

Oscar hesitated, then asked the thing he’d been wondering about most. “And the race? Like… what’s the paddock plan? Where are we going?”

“I’m thinking Red Bull first,” Charles said immediately, tossing his phone aside like it offended him. “I’m dying to meet Max Verstappen. Like… spiritually emotionally biblically, if the universe allows.”

Oscar choked on air. “Charles, please.”

Logan burst out laughing. “God, you’re down bad. Honestly, it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, shut up,” Charles said, reaching over to punch Logan’s leg, but grinning all the same. “After that maybe McLaren. They’re killing it this year. And… I dunno… the drivers aren’t exactly bad with the car, but ugh i hate papaya”

Oscar’s stomach did a weird little flip at the mention of McLaren. His favorite team. Always had been. Yeah, sure, he supported his dad like any loyal son, but… Ferrari wasn’t really his vibe. McLaren though? McLaren felt like home.

“I thought you were Ferrari’s number one fanboy,” Logan teased, pointing at Charles with a grin. “Oh wait… no, your crush is Verstappen my bad.”

Charles made a dramatic noise of offense. “Oh my God, shut up, Logan!” He lobbed a pillow at him. Logan ducked, still laughing.

Then Charles turned towards him, propping himself up on his elbows. “Alright, Osc. Your turn. What’s on your list? Any team you wanna see first? Anyone you’re secretly dying to meet?”

Oscar hesitated. “Honestly? I just wanna wander around. Take it all in It’s been years since I’ve been in the paddock, you know?”

“We know,” Logan said softly.

Oscar gave them a sheepish smile. “And yeah… I’m fully aware you two are gonna try to drag me out of my bubble, force me to socialize, maybe flirt with random people. But… just… don’t push me too hard, okay?”

“Never,” Charles said, voice serious.

Logan nodded and added. “We love you exactly how you are. Whether you’re talking to everyone or sitting in a corner with noise-canceling headphones. Doesn’t matter. We just want you to have fun. Your way.”

Oscar’s chest did a weird, warm twist at that.

“…God, you’re both so annoyingly sweet sometimes,” he muttered, blinking fast and trying not to get emotional about it.

Charles grinned. “Only for you.”

Logan clapped his hands. “Alright! Now that the motivational speech is over… snacks? Movie? Or going out for dinner?”

Charles immediately perked up. “Oh, 100% option three.”

Oscar groaned, but honestly… he didn’t really mind at all.

Not with them starting a whole new experience.

It was 5 in the morning, and Oscar woke up to the sound of his alarm, the kind that felt like it was personally offended by the concept of sleep.

The last thing he wanted right now was to miss his flight.

Groaning, he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, taking a quick shower to shock his brain into functioning. Afterward, he pulled on something soft and comfortable for the trip sweats, hoodie, sneakers.

They weren’t that far from Austria, barely a two-hour flight, but still… better safe than sorry.

When he headed downstairs, the house was silent. Too early even for the staff to be awake.

Which made it easier for Oscar to shuffle into the kitchen and start making himself a quick breakfast. He grabbed some eggs, started frying them up, lost in half-asleep thoughts about luggage weight limits and gate numbers

Until a hoarse voice cut through the quiet.

“Were you seriously about to leave without saying goodbye?”

Oscar jumped, nearly dropping the spatula.

Mark was there looking equal parts sleep-deprived and amused as he sank onto one of the chairs at the kitchen island.

“Nah,” Oscar said, laughing softly as he flipped the eggs. “but only because I figured you’d drag me back home by the ear if I did.”

Mark huffed out a tired laugh, rubbing at his face. “Damn right I would knowing you, you’d leave me a note and call it a day, oh you did that one time”

Oscar grinned at that. “Hey I was gonna wake you up in like… ten more minutes you ruined my timing.”

Mark shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Such an Oscar thing to do. Even after all these years of you living away, it still feels weird letting you go.”

Oscar sighed, sliding his plate onto the counter and sitting across from him. “Dad… please don’t start getting sentimental at five in the morning.”

Mark smirked, but there was softness in his eyes. “Fair enough. But you’re still my kid. And these past years with you off studying in England they weren’t exactly easy.”

Oscar’s chest tightened a little. Yeah… that part he knew too well.

“Which is why I’m still here,” Oscar reminded him, nudging him with a small smile. “Not like I’ve fully moved out you’re stuck with me for a while longer.”

Mark’s face softened even more. “Sweet boy,” he murmured, reaching over to squeeze Oscar’s shoulder for a second. “Alright. Eat up before you end up sprinting through the airport like an idiot.”

Oscar laughed, scarfing down his breakfast with a little more emotion than he cared to admit.

A few minutes later, suitcase packed, backpack slung over his shoulder, and Logan already honking the car horn outside like an impatient maniac, Oscar gave his dad one last big hug at the door.

“You haven’t been to a race since you were what… seven?” Mark said, hugging him tight like he didn’t want to let go. “If anyone says anything you fucking call me, yeah?”

Oscar laughed into his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Pretty sure Papa won’t let anyone breathe wrong around me, let alone say something.”

“He better not,” Mark muttered with a protective scowl. Then pulled back just enough to narrow his eyes. “And listen to me carefully. No stupid stunts. No drugs. And for the love of God… don’t end up trending on Twitter for something dumb.”

“I promise,” Oscar said with a grin, already stepping back toward the car. “But no promises about not being trending.”

“That’s in your DNA, unfortunately.”

Oscar laughed, waving as he climbed in. The engine started, Logan yelled something incoherent from the driver’s seat while Charles starting to record with his camera, and just like that… they were off.

Heading straight toward what would undoubtedly be the most unpredictable week of Oscar’s life.

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They landed in Austria around 7 AM. Not the longest flight in the world but somehow early morning trips always felt like getting hit by a bus.

“I swear I need breakfast like… right now,” Charles whined dramatically, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt down and rubbing his eyes like a grumpy cat.

“Charlie, please… shhh,” Logan mumbled, jamming his AirPods in and looking like he was seconds away from passing out standing up. “Let me daydream about sleep… or death either works.”

Oscar laughed under his breath, tugging his cap lower and adjusting his sunglasses. The sunlight was already too aggressive for how little sleep he’d had… plus, he just didn’t feel like making eye contact with the world yet.

“You guys are ridiculous,” he said, yawning. “Honestly… give yourselves an award for this performance.”

“Excuse you,” Logan said without opening his eyes. “You’re the one who passed out the literal second we sat down some of us suffered in silence.”

“Yeah, I’m operating on pure willpower and Monster,” Charles added, cracking his neck like he was prepping for a fight. “I’m so done.”

They kept walking through arrivals, bumping shoulders, trading lazy insults, half-laughing at nothing.

When they finally reached the exit, there it was: their car for the weekend.

A Ferrari SF90. Blood red absolutely ridiculous cool.

Charles let out the most dramatic gasp known to man. “I’m… driving,” 

“All yours, mate,” Oscar said with a tired grin, tossing his suitcase into the trunk.

“Now, now… Oscar, princess passenger seat for you,” Logan said, climbing straight into the back and stretching like royalty. “I want the full stretched-out experience back here smells like new money.”

“Your favorite scent,” Charles teased, sliding behind the wheel. “Wait until you see the villa you’re gonna love it.”

“No doubt about that,” Oscar said, sinking into the passenger seat with a satisfied sigh.

And with that, they pulled out of the airport, Charles gripping the steering wheel like he was leading an F1 race already, sunglasses on.

“Mate… you’re acting like this is quali,” Logan said from the backseat, eyes half-closed but still aware enough to judge.

“Let me live my fantasy,” Charles shot back, flicking on the turn signal like it was part of a dramatic overtake. “Also, this car God. It purrs like a dream.”

Oscar stretched in the passenger seat, tipping his head back against the leather. “If you crash before we even make it to the villa, I’m haunting you.”

“Please,” Logan yawned. “You can do it while I sleep.”

The drive was short, rolling green hills, the first golden streaks of morning sunlight breaking through the clouds, and that soft, early haze making everything feel like some movie.

At one point, Charles rolled down the windows just to let the cool air hit their faces.

“God… I missed this,” Oscar said quietly, staring out at the mountains in the distance. “Travelling with you and not worrying about exams. Just… this.”

Charles smiled at that, not saying much, but Logan leaned forward between the seats to ruffle Oscar’s hair. “Told you we’d have fun.”

It wasn’t long before they turned off the main road and started climbing a narrow path up towards their rented villa. The place was perched on the side of a small hill, with a panoramic view of the valley below and just visible in the distance the Red Bull Ring circuit

When they parked outside, all three just… sat there for a second. Staring at the view.

“Okay… we’re actually living like rich wags of F1 drivers this weekend,” Logan announced, grabbing his bag and kicking open the door. “Call me Logan Horner, I don’t care.”

Charles laughed so hard he nearly choked, while Oscar just covered his face with both hands. “I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t,” Logan grinned, dragging his suitcase up the path like he owned the place.

The villa was even nicer than the photos. White walls, big glass windows, wooden beams, and a ridiculous outdoor terrace with sun loungers and a view that looked like it belonged on a tourism brochure.

Inside, the bedrooms were huge, each with their own balcony.

“I want this one!” Charles yelled from the top of the stairs after sprinting to claim the biggest room.

Logan was already halfway into the second bedroom. “Fine by me. As long as I have space.”

Oscar laughed, trailing behind them, wheeling his suitcase in. His room was… perfect with a big window facing the mountains.

He sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off his sneakers with a sigh.

This was happening his first real GP weekend as an adult a whole world he’d only watched from afar these past years.

His phone buzzed.

Dad ❤️:

Text me when you wake up later. Have fun and enjoy.

Oscar smiled, sending back a quick thumbs up.

Another text popped up immediately after.

Papa 🏎️:

Going rn to see you well first I need to properly woke up.

Your dad called me 19 times to know if you arrived.

Excited to see you my Osqui 

Oscar burst out laughing these two were something else.

After a few minutes of much-needed rest at the villa, the boys decided it was time for food.

They headed to one of the most famous yet lowkey cafés in the area. A place known among locals for being perfect cozy.

It had wooden interiors, plants hanging from the ceiling, big windows letting in the soft Austrian morning light… and a menu that looked like a love letter to hungover tourists.

Already seated at a table by the window, Charles pulled out his phone like a man on a mission.

“Smile,” he said, already opening his camera app.

“We’re not doing this seriooously?” Oscar raised an eyebrow, fighting a laugh as he slouched further into his seat, half hiding behind his coffee cup.

“Oh, we’re doing this,” Logan declared, grabbing Oscar by the back of the neck and forcing him into frame. “Family photo, come on.”

Charles snapped three pictures in rapid fire. “Perfect guys, memories unlocked.”

Oscar flipped him off playfully, just as the waiter arrived with six mixed breakfasts. Literally six. Full plates stacked with eggs, sausages, bacon, toast, waffles, pancakes, fruit… 

“Jesus… are we feeding a family?” Oscar muttered as he eyed the plates.

“Shut up and eat, you’re gonna need the energy,” Logan said between mouthfuls of waffle.

As they dug in, Oscar glanced around and noticed something… weird. Some of the waiters, who had been chill until now, suddenly looked like they were running on caffeine and adrenaline. Whispers, glances towards the door, and one girl practically tripping over herself.

Oscar frowned. “Uh… what’s going on over there?”

Logan was the first to notice. He turned, then froze. “Oh… shit.”

Charles followed his gaze and let out a strangled sound. “Oh my fucking God.”

Oscar turned around slowly and… yep. There they were.

Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo and Pierre Gasly.

All of them casually walking in like it was just another day. Laughing, talking, still in their caps and sunglasses but unmistakable to anyone who’d ever watched a single race.

Oscar’s stomach did a full backflip.

“Okay, wow okay this is happening,” he mumbled, trying to act chil.

Charles grabbed the edge of the table like he was physically restraining himself. “We’re lucky as hell, THIS IS CRAZY.”

“Listen! Don’t stare, don’t be obvious. Look at your food and be cool,” Logan whispered, suddenly sitting straighter, adjusting his jacket. “We’re not gonna look like crazy fans yeah? We’re better than this.”

Oscar, meanwhile, was calculating the exact distance from their table to the drivers. 3 tables between them so not impossible. 

“Just a photo aaaffter breakfast you know Casual. Smooth,” Logan kept rehearsing.

“Just a photo? Are you joking?” Charles snorted. “I’m going for the hug right, Osc?”

Oscar smiled, eyes still nervously glued to his plate. Charles always knew exactly how to pull him into the moment, especially when Oscar went quiet like now.

“Oh don’t doubt it,” Oscar said, shaking his head with a grin. “But yeah… let’s at least finish eating first. I don’t want to pass out mid-selfie.”

A few minutes passed. The drivers sat down at the table, laughing and talking.

“Actually,” Logan leaned in again, voice low, “you’re the son of two legends. Technically they should be the ones asking you for a picture.”

Oscar snorted into his iced coffee. “Yeah… because they totally know who I am.”

“Mate, you’re literally Lewis and Mark’s kid. Trust me. Someone at that table has at least stalked your Instagram once.”

Charles lowered his voice dramatically. “Plus let’s not forget Uncle Lewis has posted like 500 photos of you since you graduated. I’m sure they saw something.”

Oscar turned bright red. “Please shut up.”

Then Charles started glancing at the drivers again, and whispered like a man possessed: “Okay, okay… time to action. I swear I can’t eat anymore, I’m too nervous.”

Without warning, Oscar stood up.

Charles froze mid-breath. “Wait really?”

“What? Let’s go,” Oscar said, wiping his hands on a napkin like it was no big deal. 

“I LOVE YOU,” Charles whisper-yelled as he scrambled to follow. Logan shot up too, muttering something about getting extra drinks as an excuse.

And just like that… the two of them were on a slow walk towards the table of drivers.

Oscar’s stomach twisted… but at the same time, there was a weird little thrill buzzing through him.

Because somewhere at that table Lando Norris had already noticed him.

And Lando was already smiling.

Upon reaching the table, Charles cleared his throat, the politest sound he had ever produced.“Hello! Would you mind if we took a picture with you? We’re, uh… fans.”

Instantly, Charles wanted to melt into the floor. His mind went blank. All his next rehearsed sentences? Gone. 

Oscar, bless him, stepped in like a pro, masking his own nerves under that calm exterior.“We’re big fans of Formula 1,” he said with a small, charming smile. “We’d love to take a photo with you guys, if that’s alright.”

The group of drivers had been deep in conversation, laughing, tossing casual jokes. But now? Now every single one of them turned to look at the newcomers.

Max was the first to react. Of course he was. 

“Sure,” Max said easily, standing up like someone who did this ten times a week and didn’t mind at all.

The others stayed seated for a second… until Daniel Ricciardo squinted at Oscar.

“Wait hold on…” Daniel leaned forward dramatically, pointing. “Your face looks… dangerously familiar.”

“Oh my god,” Daniel gasped, eyes widening with a grin like he’d just unlocked a mystery. “Are you Oscar? Oscar Weeber Hamilton?”

Oscar felt the heat crawl up his neck.

“Uh… yeah. That’s me I’m Oscar.” His voice stayed calm.

Carlos let out a loud, playful gasp. “Lewis didn’t tell me you were coming!” he said with mock betrayal. "Nice to see you" 

Oscar scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, I didn’t really know I was coming either until maybe 24 hours ago” He laughed nervously.

“And you are…?” Max’s gaze shifted smoothly to Charles, giving him a look that made Charles want to self-combust on the spot.

“Charles- Charles Leclerc. I’m just a friend,” Charles said quickly, nearly tripping over his words.

Pierre, picking up on the accent immediately, tilted his head with amusement. “Oh, you’re French?” he asked with a grin.

Charles frowned slightly, deeply offended on a national level.“No I'm from Monaco,” he clarified with the deadpan tone of someone who’s had this conversation one too many times.

Logan finally walked over, offering a friendly smile.

“I’m Logan, by the way I’m like… semi-professional with this thing now,” he joked, lifting his camera.

And then… it happened.

Lando Norris walked toward him with that dangerous, smug, hot-boy grin he did in every post-race interview. The one that made half the F1 fandom collapse online.

“Pleasure to meet you, Oscar,” Lando said, voice low and smooth making Oscar’s brain went into full system overload. Every neuron short-circuited.

The cologne. The smile. The way Lando’s eyes flickered down to Oscar’s lips for half a second like it was muscle memory.

“The pleasure… it’s obviously mine… I mean…” Oscar barely managed to reply “I’m a big fan.” 

“Big fan of McLaren?” Lando teased, taking half a step closer, their shoes almost touching now.

“Of you,” Oscar blurted out before he could stop himself.

Oscar’s eyes widened in horror at his own mouth. “I mean McLaren too! Obviously! Like… what a season you’re having! Big improvements! High performance levels! Tyre degradation? Love that.”

Lando’s smile went from cocky to full-on feral.

“Oh? Of me?” Lando repeated, enjoying every syllable way too much. He leaned in just a fraction, lowering his voice even more. “You’re making my morning here, mate.”

Oscar’s throat went dry. “I- yeah.”

“And here I thought Austria couldn’t get any better.” Lando’s smirk deepened. He leaned just a little closer, lowering his voice so only Oscar could really hear. “I’ve seen pictures of you before. Thought you looked handsome. But now?” Lando’s eyes scanned him from head to toe, slow and teasing. “Now you look even more adorable in person.”

What the actual fuck. Was Lando fucking Norris flirting with him?

“Oh well there’s no competition for you,” he said way too fast, completely abandoning shame. "You're pretty much attractive"

Then… Lando burst out laughing.

“Stop it,” he chuckled, tilting his head. “A pretty boy like you saying that? Dangerous. My ego’s gonna explode.”

Oscar actually laughed, a real one, head tipping back slightly, breaking the last bit of tension.

Before the two of them could continue spiraling into whatever alternate reality this was, Logan appeared, camera in hand.

“Alright! Readyyy and thank you so much guys for this”

Reluctantly pulling themselves from their own private bubble, Lando and Oscar joined the others, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as Logan snapped a few shots.

Meanwhile, Charles who had finally gone from Ferrari-red to a more human shade was standing awkwardly by Max, who had been watching him with far too much amusement.

Gathering every ounce of courage he had left, Charles cleared his softly trying to be confident like he always was.

“Max can I take a picture with you, like just the two?”

Max tilted his head, smile soft but full of heat.“For sure, come here” he said in a tone so low and teasing.

As they posed, Daniel leaned toward Oscar, nudging him conspiratorially. “So… are the three of you just here on a random Austria trip? Or are you here for the race?”

Oscar gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well honestly a bit of both, this is like a gift so it's special for us” He glanced at Charles, who was currently melting under the weight of Max Verstappen’s arm slung casually over his shoulders for the photo and his waist.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Oh? weekend getaway with your friends, nice nice"

“Something like that,” Oscar replied, smiling.

“Let’s just say… I’m hoping to see a lot more of Oscar around the paddock.”

And with one last look, Lando winked.

Oscar’s heart was going to explode.

Logan grabbed his arm so quickly. “Bro,” he whispered in his ear as they stumbled back to their table. “You’re gonna get laid by Lando Fucking Norris.”

"Oh shut up, look at Charles, he's the ONE who is going to get laid" 

Charles was still trying to hold it together. Max had pulled him just a bit closer for the picture, hand lingering on Charles’s waist “Relax for me, yeah?” Max murmured, low enough that only Charles could hear.

When the camera clicked, Max gave Charles a wink before finally stepping back.

“We did good, see you Charles" he said, then turned to grab his drink again like he hadn’t just casually destroyed Charles’s entire nervous system.

“What happened to our confident king, huh?” Logan grinned, nudging Oscar with his elbow as they watched Charles flop back down into his chair like he’d just run a marathon.

“This is going to be one of the best experiences of my life,” Charles declared dramatically, staring at his hands like they held the secrets of the universe. “I smell like Max Verstappen I’m neeever washing this hoodie again.”

“God, you’re unbelievable,” Oscar laughed, shaking his head.

“CL haven’t you seen Oscar and Lando?” Logan sang, shooting Oscar a look that could only be described as pure chaos energy. “Our boy was about two seconds away from making out with him.”

“Please, Logan… you’re too delulu.” The word left Oscar’s mouth before his brain could stop it, and the moment it did, he wanted to yeet himself into the nearest trash can

Both Charles and Logan froze.

Logan’s jaw dropped like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “Did you just say delulu?!”

Oscar slapped a hand over his face. “I hate myself forget I said that.”

“Nope too late. That’s the highlight of my day.” Charles was cackling now, tears of laughter already forming in his eyes. “Oscar ‘I’m never saying cringe slang’ Piastri just said delulu.”

Oscar just groaned and sank lower in his seat.

After a minute of everyone calming down, Charles suddenly froze mid-sip of his juice. His expression dropped deadly serious.

“Oh guys… we need to go. Like… now.”

“Why?” Oscar blinked

Charles pointed at him. “Look at your phone.”

Confused, Oscar started to hold his phone and saw the notifications.

And there it was.

10 missed calls from Papa 🏎

“Oh my god…” he mumbled

Logan choked on his coffee. “Your life is an episode of reality TV and I love it.”

“Shut up,” Oscar hissed.

Charles was already standing. “Run before he starts calling me and Logan too.”

“Last thing I need is my dad going full dramatic mode at 8 in the morning.”

“Full dramatic mode? I think the 10 calls says a lot.” Logan was laughing as he grabbed their receipt and practically dragged them out.

What a start of a crazy week.

Chapter Text

After several missed calls from Lewis and finally a location drop via text Oscar was… not gonna lie a little too excited.

Since graduation, he hadn’t seen Lewis in person. Sure, there had been way too many FaceTime calls (more than Oscar’s sanity could handle), but between Lewis’ F1 movie promo things and whatever fresh trauma Ferrari was giving him with that tractor of a car… yeah, there hadn’t been time.

Minus ten points to Ferrari. Another reason to hold a grudge.

“We’re here,” Charles announced, pulling the car into the driveway and giving the villa a once-over. “You can definitely tell the difference between our place and… this.”

“Well… they’re multi-millionaire drivers risking their lives at 300 km/h every weekend,” Logan shrugged as Oscar practically launched himself out of the car, already on a mission to find Lewis. “I get why they get the fancy places.”

Of course, before they could take more than three steps, a security guard stopped them with military-level efficiency. “Excuse me, I’ll need to see your access passes before you can proceed.”

Charles blinked. “Access pass?” He turned to Logan and Oscar like this was brand new information.

Logan, naturally, tried to charm his way through it with that smile but before he could even get halfway there, a familiar voice cut in:

“Relax, Marco. They’re my son and his friends,” Lewis said, appearing behind them he was wearing sunglasses and holding… a literal bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, of course, sir go right in,” the guard said, stepping aside instantly.

Oscar didn’t even try to play it cool. He threw himself straight into Lewis’s arms like a little kid. “Finally.”

Lewis hugged him tight, dropping a kiss on his head. “Hey, Osc you know it’s not fun hearing from my teammate Carlos that you were at some café down the street and didn’t even text me, huh?”

Oscar just grinned, still clinging on. “I was gonna call you, but these two dragged me to breakfast first.”

“Uncle Lewis,” Charles chimed in, giving him a quick hug, followed by Logan. “Don’t believe him we were all starving.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “Mmh… three Pinocchios in one car. Not sure which story I like less.”

As they headed Oscar noticed some of the staff glancing at him. Not mean or weird… just curious.

“Are all the drivers here, Dad?” Oscar asked quietly.

“Almost,” Lewis said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Some of them are picky and staying elsewhere. But don’t mind the stares. They’re not judging you I may have… bragged a little too much about you being here.”

Charles smirked. “Told you you’re famous now.”

“More famous than your photo with Verstappen?” Logan teased.

“Nothing tops that. NOTHING,” Charles replied dramatically, but still smiling.

Lewis gave them that typical dad look.

“Before you three disappear off into some plan that I don’t wanna know about… stay here until lunch, alright?”

“Yeah but, Uncle Lewis…” Logan said with a grin, crossing his arms “You’re not gonna show up later or call us from doing anything fun, right?”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, taking off his sunglasses just to give them all the patented Dad Glare. “You’re all grown-up enough to take responsibility for your own mess.”

Then because of course he turned directly to Oscar and pointed a very specific, warning finger. “But you are my son, so that's means no drugs. We are not having a Los Angeles 2.0 ever again.”

Oscar gasped. “That wasn’t even drugs! It was one bad drink!”

Charles, standing behind him, burst out laughing. “A very bad drink. Disgusting, actually.”

“Disgusting and irresponsible,” Lewis added. “Do I need to call your mum, Charles? No right? then behave.”

Oscar held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, Dad, okay message received loud and clear.”

They went to the large garden where a massive swimming pool stretched out under the sun, surrounded by palm trees and lounge chairs. There were also multiple mini bars scattered around, each offering different types of drinks, snacks, and ridiculously fancy finger food that screamed “Formula 1 Money.”

“Enjoy, I will be right back,” Lewis said with a grin, giving them a knowing wink before walking off towards a group of Ferrari engineers already calling for him near the terrace.

“This…” Charles said while dropping his bag and immediately pulling off his shirt like it was the most casual thing in the world, “is going to be quite entertaining.”

Logan, without missing a beat, let out a dramatic whistle. “Hot boy summer is real, folks.” He laughed, throwing his sunglasses.

“The confidence you have to do whatever you want is actually impressive,” Oscar added, smirking as he made his way to a nearby lounger. He sat down, stretched like a cat, and slowly peeled off his own shirt too, ignoring the way Logan almost dropped his phone in fake shock.

“So we’re just… normalizing being here, like nothing’s happening?” Oscar said with a dry laugh, grabbing a soda from the cooler next to him. “because wow cool, love that for us" 

“Or normalize having these views,” Charles muttered, lowering his sunglasses as a few more drivers started appearing around the garden. His eyes tracked every single one of them. “To be honest… this might be the best day of my life.”

“we look like fucking stalkers,” Oscar said under his breath, catching sight of Max, Lando, George, and now Esteban, all making their way into the area.

“First breakfast, now this? Oh, we have the best luck in the world,” Logan added with a huge grin, pulling out his phone like he was about to start live-tweeting. “Loving this.”

At that exact moment, Lewis, done with his chat with the engineers, started making his way over.

“Guys! Hey!” Lewis called out, smiling like a proud dad at a school play. “I don’t know if you were at the café with Carlos earlier, but I’ve gotta introduce you to someone special.”

Oscar nearly choked.

As Lewis got closer, Oscar jumped to his feet with that mix of politeness and pure panic that only came when your dad was about to embarrass you publicly.

“This is my son, Oscar,” Lewis announced with way too much enthusiasm. “Some of you have met him in passing, but never like this, not now that he’s officially a graduate in engineering.”

“Dad… please no,” Oscar whispered under his breath, cheeks already turning a dangerous shade of pink.

“Nice to meet you, Oscar,” Esteban said politely, giving him a smile before glancing toward Charles and Logan. “And are they family or…?”

Before Lewis could answer, Max, standing off to the side but still paying close attention, cut in casually:

“His friends, if I’m not mistaken… Logan, right?” Max said, raising an eyebrow as Logan nodded quickly. “And Charles,” Max added, his voice softening slightly, offering Charles a knowing smile.

“Yeah, you remember our names,” Logan said, sounding both impressed and a tiny bit suspicious. And before Lewis could question how Max knew that, Logan blurted out, “He was in the cafeteria earlier.”

“Oh, nice nice,” Lewis replied, brushing it off like it was nothing.

That’s when Lando, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly decided to speak.

“They’ve been totally adorable,” Lando said with a grin, tilting his head just enough to make it obvious where his attention was focused. “We’ve had a good time with them. You could say they have a certain charm.” His gaze dropped directly to Oscar. “Especially Oscar,” he added, smiling with way too much double meaning. “He has something special.”

Oscar’s entire soul short-circuited. Red-faced and completely frozen, he could only manage a small, panicked laugh.

“He usually does that,” Lewis said with a loud laugh, giving Oscar’s shoulder a firm, fatherly squeeze. “Always leaving people speechless.”

“It’s almost lunchtime,” Esteban said, looking at the boys. “You guys planning to stick around longer?”

“Sure-” Charles said immediately, like this was the most natural place to be.

But Logan cut in “No are you dumb? We have a reservation!”

Oscar blinked. “Wait… where? This is Austria Log not Italy”

“Oh not this again! It's a good place a friend recommended to me,” Logan said quickly, already starting to gather their things, clearly sensing the weight of all the stares still following them. "And we must go"

“Well you can come back later, right?” George asked, ever the polite diplomat. “Would be interesting to have different company here for a change.”

“Yeah… pretty interesting,” Max added, eyes never leaving Charles, just as Charles slipped his shirt back on with the kind of slow, casual grace that only made Max stare harder.

Charles was about to say something when Logan clapped his hands loudly, breaking whatever invisible thread of tension had started weaving between them all.

“Of course but we should go before I regret leaving this place'

Charles grabbed his bag lazily from the lounger. “Yeah, but we’ll probably come back later… right?” He threw a glance at Oscar, who was still visibly rattled by Lando’s words and the way Lando’s eyes hadn’t left him for the last two minutes.

Oscar blinked, like snapping out of a daze. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”

“Hope you do,” Lando said, and it wasn’t just words it was low, almost under his breath, like a private little thing just for Oscar.

Oscar’s heart did something stupid in his chest at the sound of it.

Lewis, catching none of that silent exchange (thank god), just smiled at them all. “Go, have fun. Text me later if you’re coming back.”

“Will do, Uncle Lewis,” Logan said as he looped an arm around Oscar’s shoulders like a big brother leading him to safety.

The three of them finally turned toward the garden exit, moving past some side tables full of untouched champagne glasses.

It wasn’t until they rounded the last corner, where the poolside turned into a cobbled walkway, that it happened.

Oscar, still too distracted replaying that stupid, stupid line from Lando in his head “especially Oscar he has something special” wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.

And just like some cruel cosmic joke, at that exact second…

Lando was walking the opposite way.

Returning from the small drinks station, a cold bottle of water in hand, sunglasses now hooked into his shirt collar, Lando appeared right at the turn.

Oscar walked straight into him.

Chest to chest.

Full impact.

For a second, they both froze.

Oscar’s hands instinctively pressed against Lando’s chest to steady himself.

Lando’s hands automatically found Oscar’s waist with a firm grip and neither of them moved.

Oscar could hear his own breath catch in his throat. Could feel the solid heat of Lando’s body under his palms. Could feel Lando’s thumbs shift just slightly against his hips.

Lando’s eyes dropped down, flickering for the briefest second toward Oscar’s lips… then back up.

“Shit sorry” Oscar finally stammered, pulling back as quickly as his legs would let him.

“It’s fine, are you okay?” Lando askec, voice lower than necessary. “because no complaints here, darling”

Oscar blinked completely unable to process that.

Charles, now realizing what just happened, cleared his throat loudly from a few steps away. “Oscar… come on, we’re leaving.”

“Y-Yeah,” Oscar muttered, forcing himself to walk away without looking back.

As they finally left the garden, Logan didn’t even wait ten seconds before nudging Oscar with an elbow.

“You’re done for,” Logan whispered like it was some dark, prophetic truth. “Completely done for.”

Oscar just shoved him lightly without answering… but the blush creeping up the back of his neck didn’t lie.

And back in the garden, Lando stood there, hands in his pockets, watching him leave until he disappeared.

“Mate, you’re actually obsessed,” Max said, giving Lando a light smack on the shoulder as they walked back toward the main group.

Lando raised an eyebrow, keeping his tone casual but his grin betraying him. “You’ve been reading way too much fanfiction, mate. Yeah, I find him interesting. But he’s not my 100% type.”

“Who’s not your type?” Alex’s voice suddenly appeared behind him, along with two arms looping lazily around Lando’s shoulders in a dramatic back-hug.

“You,” Lando deadpanned, laughing as Alex immediately shoved him away with mock offense.

“You’re so meaaaaan,” Alex whined, reaching for one of the fruit bowls.

“Oscar,” George added from the side, clearly having caught the tail end of the conversation. “He says Oscar’s not his type, but honestly… you were looking at him like you wanted to take him behind the motorhome and never come back.”

“I’m not saying he’s not my type,” Lando defended, holding his hands up. “He’s cute. Pretty, actually. And he’s got that weird duality thing going on like one second he’s all shy and sweet, and the next he hits you with sarcasm like a truck.”

“Before you keep digging your own grave…” Max interrupted, smirking like the menace he was, “Let’s not forget since you and Daniel are now fighting for the championship, your pattern has been: models, actresses… someone to keep it light and just to hook up.”

Lando shot him a narrow-eyed look. “Thanks for the analysis Verstappen.”

“Also let’s not ignore the very obvious elephant in the room,” Esteban chimed in, grabbing a drink from the table. “Lewis’s son? Really?"

“I don't give a fuck,” Lando huffed “but that’s the last thing I need. Can you imagine the headlines? ‘Norris seduces Hamilton-Webber’s only son during championship fight’? Nope hard pass.”

“Alright but wait,” Esteban cut in again, giving Max a side glance. “You… you were also looking a bit too interested in the one with the French accent.”

“Charles?” Max replied, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “I can admit he’s attractive. Definitely my type and I think he’s playing me a bit too makes it fun.”

“You two haven’t learned, huh?” George said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got a reputation as playboys, and now you’re messing around with these boys?”

“First of all, I’m a responsible adult,” Lando said, raising a finger like he was giving a lecture. “Second… no one messing with them”

“Yeah, but they can definitely have sexual tension with you,” Alex countered cheerfully, already scrolling through his phone like this was just another Wednesday.

“Okay, enough,” Lando said, raising his hands. “You’re all talking way too much about our lives. Oscar’s too pure to be with someone like me right now.”

“You mean you’re not gonna mess it up yet,” Max corrected, tossing a grape at him like it was punctuation.

"Yeah and" Alex grinned. “Mate, you’re hot as fuck. Honestly, it’s only a matter of time before F1TV calls you Daddy during a post-race interview.”

Lando smirked. “I’m not talking about looks. It’s that he seems innocent but definitely not stupid. There’s something about him that calls to me but I’m not about to dive in for more.. i think"  

“Well, I just hope karma catches up with you two soon,” Esteban chuckled. “Max is depressed over his damn tractor, and you… well, you’re just being you..” with that they all laughed.

After a satisfying lunch at that spot Logan had told them the trio had retreated indoors for what quickly turned into a mandatory nap.

Charles was sprawled across the couch, one arm dangling off the side, completely knocked out. Logan had claimed the armchair with a small mountain of pillows and a blanket, despite the heat, and was already snoring softly like a happy puppy. Oscar, however, was the only one awake tucked away in his room with the door shut tight mostly for a little peace and quiet.

He sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, scrolling.

Then ping.

A notification popped up on his screen but this time something new and unexpected.

“Lando Norris sent you a follow request on Instagram.”

Oscar blinked, eyes widening slightly. He stared at the notification, then tapped the screen, heart doing a tiny flip he wasn’t quite ready to admit.

A grin crept onto Oscar’s face, soft and genuine, the kind that comes from a little burst of unexpected excitement. His fingers hovered over the “Accept” button for a moment then tapped it decisively.

Within minutes Oscar found himself with a DM from none other than Lando. 

Lando Norris: Hey Oscar I wanted to know if you'd be okay with coming as my guest for Quali and Race day

And Oscar literally jumped out of bed with a noise of surprise. The fact that Lando Norris had specially invited him despite knowing that he was going to be in the paddock with VIP passes made him feel strange.. in a good way.

After a second another message came out. 

Lando Norris: I know your dad is going to want you to be in Ferrari lol but since you told me you were a big fan of me I thought it would be a good idea 

Lando Norris: Only if you want to ofc 

Oscar felt like something was going to happen to him, after flirting with him in the cafeteria and bumping into him in the pool, nothing could beat THIS. 

Oscar: Hi Lando! Of course I'd love to go, thanks so much means a loottt 

Lando Norris: So I deserve a thank you kiss next time, right? 

Oscar had to reread the message twice to see if he had read it correctly, and with some hesitation but confidence, he responded. 

Oscar: But you choose the kiss or me? 

Lando Norris: oh bold but I hope when we see each other in person you'll remember this, yeah? 

Lando Norris: Practice calls me see you soon pretty boy. 

The "pretty boy" made Oscar feel his face turn red, it's one thing to be called pretty boy by a friend and not care at all or even like it, but the way Lando called him pretty boy made Oscar feel like he was one. 

He stared at the screen a moment longer, a goofy smile spreading across his face that he couldn’t shake. He locked his phone, leaned back against the pillow, and let that warm flutter of excitement settle deep in his chest.

Something told him this weekend was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

And yeah Lando Norris had just made everything a little more electric.

After their lazy afternoon nap and that much-needed mini-break, the boys were wide awake, buzzing with energy, adrenaline, and the mild chaos that always came when the three of them were about to go out together.

This wasn’t just any night. This was the night. The party Logan hadn’t shut up about since the second they landed in Austria. The one with the “super exclusive, VIP only, influencers and maybe a couple of drivers if we’re lucky”

It was already pushing 9 p.m., and with their names on the list and a strict 9:30 entry cut-off, they had exactly thirty minutes to make themselves look like they belonged in that world.

"Oscar! Have you seen my black jacket?" Charles yelled from the living room, waving around a half-empty bottle of cologne.

Logan, already fully dressed and sitting on the stairs scrolled through his phone with zero urgency. “You’re both acting like this is the Met Gala,” he said without looking up.

Oscar, still in front of his bedroom mirror doing last-minute adjustments, shouted back, "On the kitchen island!"

His own outfit was… well… more revealing than he’d planned. A flowy, open white shirt that left just enough skin exposed, tucked into cream pants that Charles had insisted “showed off his waist and ass like a work of art.”

Oscar had argued for all of ten seconds… before giving up and accepting his fate.

“Osc, are you done?” Logan called, already bounding down the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah, coming!” Oscar grabbed his phone, took one last look at himself in the mirror (and maybe sent a snap to his private story, because… why not), and then joined the others downstairs.

“All set?” he asked.

Logan stood, clapping his hands dramatically. “So ready.”

“Finally!” Charles appeared, jacket on, APM Monaco rings on his fingers, hair slightly messy but perfectly styled to look like he hadn’t tried at all. “Let’s go enjoy the night and cause a little bit of chaos.”

“And to get drunk enough to forget how to spell our own names,” Logan joked as he grabbed the car keys.

Oscar laughed, shaking his head. “Honestly? If I don’t come back with at least one embarrassing story, what’s even the point?”

The drive to the party venue felt quick, full jokes, and music playing way too loud for their pretty luxury car.

Oscar answered a couple of texts from his dad on the way, making sure to assure him for the fifth time that he wasn’t getting into any trouble.

Dad: Lewis said you’re going to some party. No nonsense, yeah?

Oscar: Okay okay… Lately you’ve been talking with papa too much, huh?

Dad: The sacrifices I have to make for you. Stay safe kiddo.

Oscar smiled at the screen.

Oscar: Love you! I will talk later before Charles starts a monologue about his outfit again.

Dad: go go, and I love you more.

The Party.

When they finally pulled up to the location, all three of them froze for a second.

It wasn’t a club. Not even close.

It was a literal mansion. The kind of place where people wore designer clothes just to take selfies in the bathroom.

“Well… there was a dress code after all,” Charles said, smirking as he took off his sunglasses like he was stepping out of a movie scene.

Oscar just stared. “Who exactly did you say invited you, Logan?”

“I think… the host?” Logan said, pulling out the fancy-looking digital invites from his phone. “Don’t worry. We’re on the list.”

Security barely glanced at them before waving them through.

“You have full access. Outdoor area’s where everyone is right now,” the guy at the door said, giving Logan a nod.

As they stepped inside, Charles’s jaw dropped first.

“Holy shit… this place is beautiful,” he whispered, eyes catching the chandeliers, the garden full of designer-clad twenty-somethings, and the open bar that was already in full swing.

Logan grinned like he owned the place. “Told you it was worth the hype.”

Oscar, who was definitely more introvert-coded when it came to this kind of social event, took a second to breathe and let it sink in.

The music outside was louder now. The beat was deep, pulsing in their chests, and the garden was packed. A mix of influencers, models, random celebrities whose faces they kinda recognized from TikTok, and… oh yeah… several unmistakable F1 drivers scattered around.

Charles grabbed both Oscar and Logan by the wrists like an overexcited golden retriever spotting squirrels.

“Okayy rules. If I see Max, I’m going over there no one stop me.”

Logan laughed. “That’s not a ground rule, that’s a life decision.”

Oscar, half-distracted, scanned the crowd automatically. He didn’t even want to admit who he was lowkey looking for… but the second he caught him his heart did the most pathetic, dramatic beat.

Lando.

Standing there in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, talking to Daniel Ricciardo and George Russell, drink in hand, laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world.

And then Lando’s eyes flicked up directly locking with his and Oscar’s breath caught in his throat for a second.

And Lando… well… Lando just smiled. That smile. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to him

“Earth to Oscar?” Logan nudged him hard enough to nearly knock the phone out of his hand.

Oscar blinked like he was waking up from a trance. “Huh? What?”

Charles followed his line of sight and immediately smirked like the devil himself. “Oh… oh, no no no, don’t tell me you’re already”

“Shut up,” Oscar muttered, cheeks going pink as he quickly turned toward the bar.“I’m getting a drink.”

“I’m just saying… the way he smiled at you?” Logan teased. “Oscar….”

“Go away,” Oscar hissed under his breath, already speed-walking toward the drinks table.

Of course, fate had other plans.

Because just as Oscar reached for a glass of champagne, a voice came from behind him. Low, amused, and way too close to his ear.

"Hello there. It seems we’re bumping into the same places quite a bit, don’t you think?" Lando said, his voice dropping into something low and entirely too seductive, letting his gaze travel shamelessly up and down Oscar’s body. "You look sensational, Oscar."

Oscar felt the heat rush to his face in less than a second. His cheeks were burning and he knew it. The combination of this, plus the DM Lando had sent him earlier, was starting to feel like emotional whiplash of the best kind.

"Well… we have contacts," Oscar said, fumbling for any ounce of coolness he had left, "and we were able to get invited." He cleared his throat, silently praying his voice didn’t crack halfway through the sentence. Spoiler: it almost did.

"Surprising, considering the host is my best friend," Lando replied, smirking as he took a slow step closer, "apparently he didn’t want to give me a spoiler that a pretty boy was gonna show up and steal the spotlight."

Oscar’s breath hitched as Lando leaned just a little too close, enough to blur the line between friendly and definitely not friendly.

"Are you calm?" Lando asked, his tone suddenly shifting into something softer, almost teasing but also… oddly caring.

"Super calm," Oscar answered with dry irony, giving a tiny laugh. "You know… totally fine… standing here… at this huge party… being stared at like this... by you..."

Lando’s smile grew, clearly entertained. "Well the way you’re dressed and carrying yourself suggests otherwise." His gaze lingered on Oscar’s waist, then dipped a little lower. "But if you’re uncomfortable…" Lando’s tone softened again, more genuine now. "You can go upstairs if you want. It’s quieter there. I can ask them to leave one of the guest rooms free. No pressure, okay?"

Oscar blinked at that. The mix of flirt and care was throwing him completely off balance.

"Thank you, Lando... means a lot," he managed to say, voice a little softer now, watching as Lando turned to walk away like it was no big deal.

But something god knows what made Oscar reach out and grab the hem of Lando’s shirt before he could take another step.

"Mmh?" he hummed, amused as hell. "What’s this? You stopping me now, Oscar?"

Oscar’s heart nearly punched out of his chest, but somehow, somehow, he found the courage to speak.

"Y-you look great too…" he blurted out, voice cracking at the last word. "Like… so hot."

For a second, Lando just stared at him then that signature smirk spread wide across his face.

"You’re too adorable and way too dangerous for my ego, but thanks, Oscar." Lando’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in, close enough that Oscar could feel his breath near his ear.

"And don’t worry…" Lando whispered, low and playful. "I’m still waiting for that kiss."

With one final wink and a grin that could probably kill a weaker man, Lando turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Leaving Oscar standing there blushing like an idiot, and already plotting exactly how drunk he needed to be tonight to actually go through with it.

Oscar needed a second or two to process what had just happened. He put a hand over his chest, like that would somehow slow down the fast beating of his heart.

"What the hell just happened…" he mumbled to himself, shaking his head and forcing himself to move.

He started weaving through the crowd. Right now, he had one mission: find Charles. Because if anyone could distract him from the fact that Lando Norris had just whispered in his ear and called him pretty boy (again), it was Charles being chaotic.

After dodging two couples making out near the bar and nearly tripping over Logan, who was already deep in conversation with some random group of people, Oscar finally spotted him.

And oh.

There was Charles leaning casually against one of the balcony rails with a drink in hand, with a charming grin he saved for when he was in full flirt mode.

Standing right in front of him? Max fucking Verstappen.

Oscar froze for a solid three seconds, blinking like he wasn’t sure his eyes were working properly.

Charles, fully ignoring the fact that Max was an actual four-time world champion and probably the most intimidating person in the room, was laughing at something Max had said, tilting his head in that flirty way that Oscar had seen times before but never directed at someone like this.

And Max? Max was giving him his full attention. Arms crossed but with that lazy, amused smirk that made it very clear he was enjoying whatever game Charles thought he was playing.

Oscar almost wanted to applaud him. Almost

Instead, he made a mental note to yell at Charles later for casually seducing the reigning WDC.

“Of course it’s Charles,” Oscar muttered under his breath.

Oscar had barely taken two steps toward the poolside bar when he felt a tall shadow loom over him.

“Hey,” the guy said with a cocky smile, leaning way too close for comfort. “I was watching you standing here alone and I thought… how is it possible for someone so handsome to not have anyone with him?”

Oscar froze for half a second. This dude was giving off every wrong vibe possible.

“Huh.well, actually, I’m looking for my…” Oscar’s brain did a full-speed calculation for a way out. Think, think, think… first excuse that pops up… “My boyfriend.”

The guy let out a laugh that made Oscar want to disappear into the floor. “Oh, come on. I’ve been watching you for a while. I know you didn’t show up here with a boyfriend,” he said, stepping in even closer and starting to reach for Oscar’s waist like it was his right.

Okay. Nope. We’re done here.

“Dude, I already said” Oscar started, shifting back again, mentally debating if throwing his drink in this guy’s face would cause more drama than it was worth.

Then appeared an unmistakable presence at his back. Warm, close, protective… and so good-smelling.

“Didn’t you hear him?”

Oscar didn’t even need to turn around to know. That voice. That tone. That little edge of possessiveness mixed with casual voice.

Oscar almost melted on the spot.

The blond guy’s cocky smile faltered for the first time as he registered who was now standing behind Oscar.

“Wait… Lando?” the guy said, like his brain had temporarily disconnected.

“I heard him just fine,” Lando said smoothly, stepping up right beside Oscar, almost like he was staking his claim without hesitation. His arm went casually but firmly around Oscar’s waist like it belonged there. “But apparently you didn’t.”

The blond guy blinked trying to catch up. “Wait… he’s with you?”

Oscar’s mouth was already working faster than his brain “Yep,” he said, voice way steadier than he felt. “Lando’s my boyfriend.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

And then… Lando laughed. 

“Yeah,” Lando said, tugging Oscar even closer, his palm splaying flat across Oscar’s lower back like it was the most natural thing in the world. “He’s mine.”

Oscar could literally feel his heart trying to climb out of his chest. His cheeks were on fire. His ears were burning. But at the same time, the warmth spreading through his body was… dangerous. 

The guy blinked at both of them again, clearly recalculating every choice he’d made in the last five minutes.

“Shit… I mean… sorry,” he said awkwardly, backing away with his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t know. My bad.”

And like that, he disappeared into the crowd.

Oscar stayed frozen for a second, still fully aware of Lando’s arm wrapped tightly around him.

“…Are you okay?” Lando asked, voice dropping to something a little softer, a little more real now that the guy was gone.

Oscar nodded, still a bit dazed. “Yeah. Thanks for… you know.”

Lando laughed again, slow and warm. “Anytime, pretty boy.”

Oscar tilted his head up to look at him, and Lando was already smiling at him like he was some sort of prize.

“Besides,” Lando added, voice teasing again as he finally let go though his fingers lingered at Oscar’s waist for just a second too long. “If you’re gonna go around calling me your boyfriend, I think I’m owed at least that kiss.”

Without thinking twice, Oscar leaned in, heart still racing, and pressed a quick kiss to Lando’s cheek. 

The gesture pulled the biggest, most blinding smile from Lando one of those genuine, stupidly cute ones that Oscar had only seen a few times before on tiktok.

“You’re fucking adorable,” Lando said with a low chuckle, eyes lighting up like he couldn’t help himself.

Oscar laughed shyly, running a nervous hand through his hair. “It’s just my way of saying thank you… but seriously, thanks. That guy was acting super weird.”

Lando’s smile softened, just a little, but there was still that spark of protectiveness in his gaze. “I noticed that’s why I came over, Oscar”

Their eyes locked for a second longer than necessary something heavy and charged buzzing between them.

“If you want…” Lando’s voice dropped lower, his thumb brushing casually against the back of Oscar’s hand like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, “…you can stay by my side for the rest of the night or we could sneak upstairs your choice.”

Oscar’s heart skipped what felt like three beats in a row. His stomach did a full backflip. Every alarm in his body went off at once, screaming both danger and do it anyway.

And for once he let the moment carry him away.

“Okay,” Oscar said, nodding voice barely above a whisper but firm enough to make Lando’s grin grow wider. “Let’s go.”

Without hesitation, Lando reached out, threading his fingers with Oscar’s like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“So I don’t lose sight of you,” Lando teased, giving his hand a squeeze before leading him away through the crowd, straight toward the stairs. 

Upon reaching the top, they slipped into a spacious, room away from the buzzing party below. The calm immediately eased some of Oscar’s tension, allowing him to breathe a little easier.

Their eyes met, and in that glance, a thousand unspoken words passed between them. The silence was charged; it was clear they both needed to break the growing tension hanging thick in the air.

Oscar took a small step closer, his nose gently brushing against Lando’s, sending a shiver down both their spines. Lando’s hands found Oscar’s waist, steadying himself with an impressive amount of self-control.

“Remember what you said to that guy downstairs?” Oscar murmured, fingers sliding up to cup Lando’s neck.

“That you're mine?” Lando replied, voice low, eyes darkening with desire.

“Exactly. So why don’t you kiss me like I’m yours?” Oscar challenged, closing the distance.

That was all the invitation Lando needed. His lips crashed onto Oscar’s with fierce intensity, hands gripping his waist as they both fought for dominance in the kiss until Lando firmly took the lead.

A pleased sound escaped Oscar’s lips as Lando’s kisses deepened, fingers tracing along his sides, sparking fire wherever they touched. Feeling bold, Oscar slid one knee up against Lando’s thigh.

“Fuck,” Lando breathed, stepping back just a fraction, eyes locked on Oscar. “You’re going to make me fuck you right here, Oscar.”

“And what’s stopping you?” He was daring him to cross the line.

Lando’s breath hitched, his eyes dark and heated as he took in the daring in Oscar’s. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his lips.

They both knew the stakes this wasn’t the place, not here with the party raging just downstairs and who knew how many can potentially listening.

But that didn’t stop the electricity crackling between them, thick and charged.

Oscar’s gaze dipped, his hands sliding up Lando’s chest as he took a small, deliberate step back and then slowly, purposefully, sank to his knees.

Lando was caught off guard but clearly not displeased. “Fuck, you’re full of surprises.”

Oscar looked up at him, eyes steady, voice low and sure. “I want to be exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

“Oh, you wanna be on your knees with my cock in your mouth like a desperate little thing? Didn’t have that image of you, Oscar,” Lando said with a wicked grin, eyes dark and voice low. “Although gotta say this might just be your best position on your knees. For me.”

His fingers moved to his fly, starting to unzip, making Oscar’s heart race

And then

Knock knock knock.

Both of them froze like they were caught doing something they definitely shouldn’t.

“Oscar? Are you in there?” Logan’s voice rang loud and clear from the hallway.

Oscar scrambled up from the floor like he’d been shot, eyes wide with pure panic, hands waving frantically at Lando like: Don’t. You. Dare. Make. A. Sound.

“Mmh yeah! I’m here!” Oscar called out, voice cracking slightly as he tried to fix his hair and straighten his clothes. “What’s up?”

“Well… I’m bringing you fresh gossip,” Logan said, clearly grinning on the other side of the door. “Charles is downstairs… literally eating Max Verstappen’s face off. I’m talking full tongue, hands everywhere, like… Jesus Christ.”

Oscar’s soul left his body for a second. Meanwhile, Lando just stood there, smug as hell, giving him a look that screamed: You were literally about to suck me off.

Trying to regain what little dignity he had left, Oscar cleared his throat. “Yeah, cool, thanks for the info! I was just… in the bathroom,” he lied terribly, adjusting his shirt.

“Uh-huh. Well hurry up! You’re missing half the drama!” Logan yelled before finally walking off.

The second the coast was clear, Lando leaned in, brushing his lips against Oscar’s ear, voice dropping dangerously low again.

“We’re definitely not done here, Oscar but now go.”

Oscar bit his lip, heart still pounding.

Oh… this night was far from over.

Chapter Text

If you asked Charles what he was thinking right now… the answer would be simple: Absolutely nothing, just Max’s lips.

And how one single kiss had managed to leave him completely wanting more.

He was currently sitting on Max’s lap, arms lazily around his neck, while Max peppered slow and teasing kisses along the curve of his throat.

“I think we should go upstairs,” Max murmured against his skin, voice low and full of heat as his hands tightened around Charles’s waist with unmistakable intent.

“Why?” Charles whined softly, not moving, almost pushing further into Max’s mouth as if begging for more.

“I highly doubt you’d enjoy giving the whole party a show,” Max whispered, biting gently at Charles’s earlobe. “And because… there’s a lot I want to do to you.”

That made Charles freeze for just a second.

Not because he didn’t want to. God… part of him wanted exactly that.

But because… despite the persona he carried flirty, confident, unbothered this? This was new territory.

He didn’t let people get this close. Not ever this fast.

“I—” His voice faltered. Words failing him for the first time all night.

Max immediately caught the change in his body language, loosening his grip. “You?”

“I just don’t think I feel like it." Charles admitted, dropping his gaze, feeling suddenly small and vulnerable. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Max didn’t hesitate he lifted Charles’s chin gently, forcing him to meet his eyes again. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay, Charles, really. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, end of the story.

Charles let out a little laugh at that, relaxing a little more.

“It's only because I don’t want to just… hook up with someone I’ve known for like a day.”

Max smiled, genuine and so stupidly attractive it hurt. “Then no sex,” he said, leaning closer again, “But honestly my lips are really missing yours right now.”

Charles grinned and leaned down, giving him a slow, sweet kiss. “And now?”

“I think I need more.”

They both laughed quietly into each other’s mouths as the music downstairs pulsed on, the party still in full swing.

Meanwhile on the dance floor Logan and Oscar stood at a distance, watching the entire scene unfold.

“You seriously called me over for this? Logan, really?” Oscar gave him a deadpan look while Logan just cackled.

“Well? You disappeared and left me alone both of you! And in a suspicious way might I add,” Logan teased, bumping shoulders with him.

“I just wanted peace. Calm. That’s all.”

A lie a terrible one. But Oscar wasn’t about to unpack the upstairs situation right now. Not when his heart was still doing backflips thinking about Lando.

“Yeah, yeah well, peace time’s over because we’re about to play,” Logan said, grabbing Oscar’s arm and dragging him toward the VIP section.

“Play… what exactly?” Oscar asked, eyes going wide when he realized Logan was leading them directly toward a group of random celebrities… a few drivers… and, most notably, Lando Norris.

“Dares, obviously. What else would we play?” Logan grinned like the devil himself as Charles finally caught up with them, looking flushed but happy and followed closely by Max, who looked like he’d just won pole position

“Oh, look who finally showed up,” Oscar teased, throwing an arm over Charles’s shoulders.

“And look at you going upstairs with Lando Norris like you’re in some fic,” Charles shot back with a knowing smirk. “Don’t worry… I won’t say anything but I will be demanding details.”

Oscar groaned but laughed, feeling his cheeks go hot all over again.

Before he could reply, Logan was already standing on a table holding a tray of shot glasses like he was the official party MC.

“Who’s ready to play?” Logan shouted loud enough for half the mansion to hear.

The crowd erupted with cheers, claps, and whistles.

And from across the room, Oscar caught Lando’s gaze fixed on him.

“Alright!” Logan yelled over the music. “We’re officially starting the game. Rules are simple: No truths. Only dares. No backing out unless you want to do a shot of the nastiest thing I can find behind.”

Everyone cheered. A mix of drivers, random celebrities, influencers, and a few people Oscar definitely didn’t recognize all now collectively in on the chaos.

Logan grabbed an empty bottle from a nearby table and gave it a dramatic spin.

First victim: Pierre Gasly.

“Pierre!” Logan pointed, grinning like a menace. “Okay… your dare is… to get on the table and give us your best performance.”

The room absolutely lost it. Pierre, never one to back down from attention, stood, threw off his jacket with zero shame, and climbed onto the table with practiced ease. The music shifted as someone changed the playlist to something with bass.

For the next minute and a half, Pierre gave a full, ridiculous, over-the-top, hip-thrust-heavy performance that had half the room going crazyy and the other half filming it for Instagram stories.

By the time he was done, even Max was clapping and shaking his head, and George had literal tears in his eyes from laughing.

“Okay, okay,” Logan laughed, wiping his face. “Next one!"

The bottle spun again.

This time it landed on Alex Albon.

Logan rubbed his hands together. “Your dare kiss the person to your left on the neck with 0 explanation. Just do it.”

Alex, whose left happened to be Fernando Alonso because of course it was blinked twice like his soul had momentarily left his body.

Fernando raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Alex laughed and then absolutely did it. 

The room exploded again.

Fernando just smirked and raised his glass like the king of unbothered men.

Lando was still watching Oscar like he was the most interesting thing at the party, lifting his eyebrows with a grin.

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Lando said under his breath, making direct eye contact with Oscar again like the earlier upstairs moment hadn’t already wrecked Oscar’s ability to think straight.

Oscar swallowed hard. Fantastic. Public embarrassment. Exactly what his fragile post-almost-hookup brain needed right now.

Charles, on the other hand, was already giggling like he was five glasses deep. He nudged Oscar with his elbow. “Come on, it’s just dares it’s not like they’re going to make you kiss anyone you’re secretly into.”

“Alright, another victim” Logan said, spinning the bottle like a dramatic human roulette wheel until it stopped on…

“OSCAR!”

Oscar let out the most resigned sigh known as Logan pointed at him like he’d just won (or lost) something huge.

“Of course it’s me,” Oscar muttered under his breath.

Logan practically bounced in place. “Your dare… huh you have to sit on someone’s lap until the next person’s turn is over.”

Oscar froze, no fucking way. 

Logan grinned wider. “And not just anyone’s. You have to sit on the lap of the person you’d most want to kiss in this room.”

The group let out a collective “Ooooooh” like they were in high school again.

Charles was already covering his mouth to hide a laugh. Max raised his eyebrows in mild interest from where he was leaning back in his chair. Lando… oh Lando just tilted his head, giving Oscar that lazy, cocky grin like he already knew the answer and was waiting to enjoy the show.

Oscar wanted to die immediately.

Logan clapped his hands again like this was the best night of his life. “C’mon Osc! You heard the rules! Don’t make us chant.”

And oh god… they started chanting.

“Oscar! Oscar! Oscar!”

Oscar shot Charles a glare, who was absolutely no help at all, doubled over laughing at this point.

With a loud, frustrated sigh, Oscar got to his feet and walked straight over to Lando.

Lando’s smirk grew dangerously wide.

“Called it,” Lando said, spreading his knees just a little wider like an open invitation. “Come here” 

Oscar practically flopped onto his lap with the grace of someone who’d given up on life. The room exploded with cheers and teasing whistles.

Lando’s arms instinctively came to rest on Oscar’s waist like they belonged there. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Oscar hated how comfortable it felt.

“You’re not making this easy for me,” Oscar whispered against Lando’s ear, trying to pretend his heart wasn’t about to jump out of his chest

“I wasn’t planning to,” Lando murmured back, fingertips casually tracing along Oscar’s side just enough to make him shiver.

“Alright, next one!” Logan shouted, spinning the bottle again like the chaos gremlin he was.

This time… it landed on Charles.

“Oh god,” Charles said dramatically, already covering his face with both hands.

“Alright, CL I dare you to kiss the person you’re thinking about right now.”

And Max, who had been casually sipping his drink, suddenly froze mid-sip… eyes narrowing on Charles like a predator who’d just spotted its prey.

Charles peeked through his fingers, face already redder than a ferrari.

“…Oh fuck me,” Charles muttered under his breath.

“Not now,” Max replied smoothly from across the circle, leaning back with a smirk. “But you’re welcome to come over here.”

The whole group erupted in laughter and more screams.

“CHARLES! CHARLES! CHARLES!”

Max hadn’t moved an inch, but the cocky little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth made it very clear he knew exactly what was coming.

Oscar, still sitting on Lando’s lap and trying not to combust, peeked to watch.

Charles stood took one deep.breath and with the determination of a man accepting his fate, he crossed the short distance to Max who didn’t even blink. Just set his drink down on the nearest table, opened his arms, and said with a lazy grin: “Oh me?"

The second Charles reached him, Max grabbed him by the waist, pulled him down onto his lap, and kissed him like it wasn’t their first kiss but their tenth this night.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy.

It was downright scandalous.

The room absolutely exploded. Half the people screamed. Someone near the back spilled their drink. Logan fell to the floor from laughing too hard yelling “GET IT!” like this was the best thing he’d seen all night.

Oscar just buried his face deeper into Lando’s shoulder, this was something else. 

Lando was just grinning ear to ear. “God these two are eating each other.”

Charles finally pulled away breathless, blushing, but smiling like the absolute menace he was.

Max’s hand stayed firmly on Charles’s thigh, fingers flexing like he had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.

“I- okay! Okay! Next person!” Charles gasped, fanning himself and trying to get back to his seat (Max did not make that easy, obviously).

Logan, who was still recovering from his fit of laughter, pulled himself up and spun the bottle again, wiping tears from his face.

And this time…

It landed on Lando.

Logan dramatically cleared his throat. “Okay, Mr. Norris your dare…” He paused, dragging out the suspense like he lived for it. “Kiss the person currently sitting on your lap.”

The entire room went wild but oscar froze completely.

His hands, which had been resting awkwardly on his thighs curled into tense fists. His brain screamed at him from all directions. Too many eyes and too many phones but more important many people watching.

He could feel every stare burning into his skin. The earlier teasing… the game… the upstairs almost-moment… but this was different.

This wasn’t private. 

Lando, feeling the sudden shift in Oscar’s body language the way he went stiff, the way his breath hitched immediately clocked it. His smile faltered just for a second… but enough.

And that’s when Lando shook his head.

“Nah,” he said, casually, but with a firmness that made a few people blink. “Not doing it.”

The room collectively gasped like he’d just broken some sacred rule.

A guy eyes widened.“Wait what? Are you serious? You’re gonna skip your dare?”

Lando just shrugged, still keeping his arms lightly around Oscar like it was no big deal. “Yep.”

Before anyone else could jump in, the tall blond guy from earlier the one who’d been bothering Oscar chose that exact moment to pipe up from across the room, loud enough for half the VIP lounge to hear.

“Oh come on, Norris! What happened to your boyfriend earlier, huh? Or was that just for show?” The blonde guy from before opened his mouth.

The entire group went dead silent.

A few people turned to each other, eyebrows raised.

“Boyfriend?” someone whispered near the back.

“What the fuck?” Logan said, eyes narrowing seriously. “Boyfriend? Dude, are you high?” He shot a sharp look at the blond guy.

Charles glanced at Oscar with a confused, what’s going on? expression, while Oscar’s discomfort visibly deepened.

The blond guy smirked, leaning in slightly. “He told me before he was his boyfriend or, guess that was just a lie.

Lando’s jaw tightened and without missing a beat, he stepped forward “Maybe you want to try kicking your ass out of this place first, and then you’ll see if it’s a lie or not.”

Max raised a hand in a calm gesture, signaling for Lando to cool down.

The tension hung heavy for a moment, everyone holding their breath but it was clear Lando wasn’t messing around.

The blond guy blinked, suddenly realizing the room had shifted from playful chaos to something sharper, more serious. His smirk faded just a little as Lando’s gaze pinned him like a spotlight.

"The drugs effect" Logan, sensing the mood change, quickly clapped his hands together, trying to steer things back on track. “Alright, alright, let’s keep it fun, people! No need for drama and lies.”

But the damage was done. Whispers rippled through the crowd like static, eyes darting between Oscar, Lando, and the blond intruder.

Oscar, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, shifted in Lando’s lap, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole.

The weight of all those silent judgments, mixed with the blunt interruption, was too much.

Without thinking twice, he pushed lightly against Lando’s chest, murmuring, “I need some air."

Lando’s brows furrowed, clearly reluctant, but he nodded and let him slide off his lap.

Oscar hurried past the crowd, ignoring the curious glances and muffled whispers as he made his way toward the exit. The cool night air outside hit his face like a fresh wave, instantly calming the chaos swirling in his mind.

He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths, trying to steady his shaking hands.

He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen, the light the only thing keeping his thoughts from spiraling too far.

Oscar didn’t even notice Charles approach until a warm hand gently touched his arm. He turned slightly, surprised but grateful to see Charles right behind him.

“Hey, Osc?” Charles’s voice was soft, full of concern as he positioned himself beside Oscar. “Are you okay? What was wrong with that crazy guy?”

Oscar exhaled slowly, trying to calm the knot tightening in his chest. “He kept acting weird, like way too weird and then Lando pretended to be my boyfriend to shut him down. But what really got to me was how everything shifted—all eyes on me, like I was some kind of spectacle instead of just playing a game. And Logan? Dude just ignored everything and kept pushing the game like none of it mattered.”

Charles nodded, his gaze steady and understanding. “Yeah, I get it. Lando did well stepping in, and Logan probably didn’t realize how uncomfortable you were.”

Oscar gave a small, tired laugh. “Yeah, easy to notice, right? Even Lando noticed and he barely knows me. I guess I was more nervous than I thought.”

Without hesitation, Charles opened his arms, a quiet invitation “Come here.”

Oscar hesitated just a moment, then leaned in, letting himself be pulled into the comfort of Charles’s embrace.

Just what he needed.

But a sudden clearing of the throat sliced through the quiet between them, pulling their attention away from the charged moment.

Lando’s eyes locked onto Oscar’s with a calm but direct intensity. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” His voice was low waiting patiently for a simple yes or no.

Oscar glanced at Charles, who stood nearby, a subtle nod his only encouragement. “Yeah, sure."

Charles gave a knowing smile before retreating slowly back toward the mansion, leaving the space between Oscar and Lando charged with unspoken tension.

Lando stepped closer “Are you... fine?” His voice softened, genuine concern threading through the words. “At first, I thought maybe you were just nervous about sitting on my lap. But then I saw something else actual anxiety.”

Oscar’s breath hitched slightly. He wanted to say so much more but found himself rushing out, words tumbling in a messy rush. “It’s not because of you,” he said quickly, trying to keep his tone light but failing a little. “It was... all the looks, the attention. And honestly, Lando, I barely know you. You’ve only met me today I don’t want you to think I’m... different from what you expect.”

Lando frowned, confusion knitting his brow as he searched Oscar’s face. “Different? What do you mean?”

Oscar’s cheeks burned as he tried to explain, the vulnerability making him stumble over his words. “I might be acting... like a mess, putting myself out there too much—like when I went down on my knees earlier.”

But Lando cut him off. “Wait, wait. Don’t say another word. We were both part of that and honestly? You’re a fucking turn-on. Yeah, I was surprised, but it was sexy as hell. If it hadn’t been for that interruption, I wouldn’t have let you leave that room so easily, pretty boy.”

Oscar’s face flushed deeper, the admission hitting him like a jolt. Lando seeing all that and calling it sexy felt like a secret gift, one that sent a thrill through him he hadn’t expected tonight.

“And about the DM,” Lando continued, stepping closer still, “I still want you to come as my guest. You’re a McLaren fan, right? An-”

Oscar beat him to it, a new found confidence edging his voice. “And yours, I’m your fan Lando I told you that at the café.”

Lando’s smile was big with a mix of pride and challenge. “I swear, you’re too much for my ego in just one day, you’ve thrown more compliments than my teammate has in years.”

Oscar chuckled softly, stepping forward until there was barely any space left between them. “And is that good?”

“Dangerous,” Lando replied, his hands settling on Oscar’s waist with a familiarity that was becoming their own language tonight. “I can bite.”.

Lando’s fingers tightened slightly on Oscar’s waist, a slow, teasing smile spreading across his lips. “Listen, pretty boy,” he said, voice low and full of promise, “tomorrow’s a big day, qualifying and I want to see you there.”

Oscar blinked, caught off guard. "That's why I'm here for F1-"

“yeah,” Lando nodded. “But I want you repping McLaren that means wearing the number fou shirt, loud and proud.” He gave a little smirk. “Gotta let everyone know where your loyalties lie.”

Oscar hesitated, the thought tugging at him. “I do have to see my dad at Ferrari,” he reminded him quietly. “It’s important for him”

Lando’s grin softened, but the spark remained. “I know, I know. But I want you to swing by the McLaren garage too. Just enough to remind me you’re in my corner even if it’s just for a little while.”

Oscar’s heart thumped harder. “So, kind of splitting time between the two?”

“Exactly,” Lando said “Show up for your dad, but don’t forget me.”

Oscar laughed softly, the weight of the moment settling into something warm. “Alright, I’ll do it but I don't want to cause distraction, Mr. Norris" 

"Oh don’t worry" Lando leaned in and brushed a soft kiss along Oscar’s jaw. "Because I’m counting on it.”

With that Lando’s lips crushed against Oscar’s with an urgent hunger that stole his breath away. The kiss was a fierce claim. 

Lando’s arms locked around Oscar’s waist, fingers digging into his skin through the thin fabric as if trying to memorize every inch. 

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a fierce dance, teasing and devouring, reckless and tender all at once. Oscar’s breath hitched wildly, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest as Lando’s hands began to roam lower, sending shivers down his spine.

They swayed together, lost in the dark pulse of the night and the fiery need between them. Lando’s mouth slid from Oscar’s lips to the curve of his jaw, biting gently before dragging hot, possessive kisses along his neck.

Oscar’s pulse thrummed beneath Lando’s touch, every nerve alive and craving more. When their eyes finally met, they were dark, heavy with desire.

For a beat, they just stood there, the party’s noise fading into the background, replaced by a quiet, thrilling promise what tomorrow could be.

Playful Pole

Austria Grand Prix.

Oscar could feel the weight of his emotions sitting heavy in his chest. It had been years since, he was just a kid that he’d stepped foot in this and now here he was… back again with his two best friends by his side. About to watch his dad compete in what promised to be an incredible qualifying session.

“This feels like a dream,” Charles said, grinning ear to ear. He was decked out head-to-toe in ferrari absolutely no shame in being dramatic about it. Still, the bright orange armband with ‘Verstappen’ printed across it on his arm was a choice a very obvious, very deliberate choice.

“Oh, for sure,” Logan chimed in, rocking full mercedes merch supporting both the rookie sensation Kimi Antonelli and, of course, George Russell.

And then there was Oscar.

Wearing a mix of McLaren orange (Lando’s number), with a Ferrari cap that he still hadn’t decided whether to actually put on or just keep holding like some emotional support item.

“Uh… guys? Why is there a camera coming towards me?” Oscar asked, suddenly alert, spotting a Sky Sports journalist heading straight for him with a big smile and a microphone in hand.

“Do you remember your last name?” Charles smirked, giving him a playful nudge. “Yeah it’s twice as powerful as anyone’s here. Relax.”

“Hi! Oscar, right?” the woman from Sky said as her cameraman positioned himself beside her. “We’d love to do a quick live interview with you for Sky Sports would that be okay?”

“Oh… sure,” Oscar replied, forcing a nervous but genuine smile, while Logan and Charles took a few steps back, watching proudly and overexcited.

“Good morning!” The presenter beamed at the camera. “Look who we ran into this morning! Oscar Weber Hamilton is here in the paddock, and we’re lucky to have him with us! Oscar, how does it feel to be back here?”

"Huh" Oscar smiled, shifting a little on his feet. “Honestly? It feels amazing. The atmosphere the history of this place… I’ve always been a huge F1 fan, so being here makes it even more special.”

The interviewer laughed softly. “I see you’ve got a few favorites though your outfit says you’re a little… mixed, right?”

Oscar chuckled. “Yeah, well I’m definitely a McLaren fan, but I support my dad one hundred percent whatever team he’s with.”

“That must mean a lot to Lewis, having you here today,” she said warmly. “And if I’m not mistaken… you just graduated with an engineering degree?”

Oscar nodded proudly. “Yep! This weekend’s actually a graduation gift from my parents… kind of their way of saying congrats after all the hard work.”

“I’m sure we can already imagine Mark’s proud face from here,” she joked.

Oscar laughed, nodding again. “Oh yeah… definitely.”

“Well, thank you so much for chatting with us, Oscar. We’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day. Great to have you here!”

As soon as the camera cut away, Oscar stepped back, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Charles and Logan immediately swarmed him, grinning like maniacs.

“Oh my God, mate, that was amazing!” Logan said, giving him a playful shove. “We filmed the whole thing but honestly, I think the entire world’s seen it already.”

Oscar could only shake his head and smile, heart still racing… but for all the right reasons.

“Come on,” Charles said, already dragging him towards the Ferrari garage. “Your dad’s there doing media"

Logan laughed, following close behind. “They’re gonna lose their minds, i know for sure.”

Oscar rolled his eyes but followed anyway, still holding the Ferrari cap.

The closer they got, the louder the crowd noise became. The Ferrari fanbase was intense… The second Oscar stepped into view near the garage entrance, it was like someone had hit the volume button on full blast.

People screamed actual screaming his name.

Chants of “Oscar! Oscar!” started mixing with the usual “Lewis! Lewis!” chants.

Phones were up everywhere. Posters of Lewis waved in the air… and now there were kids holding up handmade signs for ‘Oscar WH’ like he was a rookie driver about to debut.

“Okay… what is happening right now?” Oscar muttered under his breath, face already turning a little pink.

“You’re a Hamilton, mate,” Logan said, clapping him on the back. “Welcome to the circus.”

Before Oscar could even fully process the chaos, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up."

Oscar turned, and there he was Lewis leaning casually against a wall inside the Ferrari garage, sunglasses on, race suit half unzipped.

Oscar’s heart flipped in his chest, no matter how many race weekends he’d watched from home… seeing his dad like this, in full Grand Prix mode, surrounded by fans, engineers, cameras…

It was something else entirely amazing.

Lewis pulled him into a quick hug, patting his back before holding him at arm’s length. “Everything okay right? Last night I called Logan but he told me you were sleeping, sure”

Oscar laughed, ducking his head. “Hey, first the party then of course sleeping”

The cameras were already capturing every second of this. Social media was probably melting down in real time.

“So… how does it feel?” Lewis asked, gesturing to the paddock, the fans, the absolute chaos surrounding them.

“Overwhelming,” Oscar admitted, smiling. “But good really good.”

Lewis nodded, clearly proud. “You deserve this weekend a lot, darling, and don’t let anyone corner you with more interviews unless you want them.”

Oscar smiled. “Too late for that.”

Lewis laughed, giving him another squeeze on the shoulder. “Well come watch quali from here if you want.”

Oscar blinked, caught off guard. “In the garage? Like… on the pit wall?”

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “Where else? You’re my son”

Oscar hesitated for a second, shifting awkwardly on his feet.

“Actually… I should probably tell you… I’m technically here as a McLaren guest,” he said, lifting the badge hanging around his neck like proof. “Lando invited me and I have to show my face at their hospitality for a bit…”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, so you’re being poached now?” he teased. “First the McLaren jacket, now official invitations should I be worried?”

Oscar laughed. “No! Never don't worry.”

Lewis smirked. “Noted just stay away from their coffee machine, I’ve heard horror stories.”

Oscar grinned, but before he could say more, a couple of Ferrari engineers walked past and gave him playful waves.

“Hey, Oscar! Welcome home!” one of them called.

Another shouted, “Tell Lando we’re still waiting for him to sign that Ferrari contract!”

That earned a round of laughter from everyone nearby.

Oscar shook his head, cheeks flushing again. “I’m not responsible for him,” he said, holding up his hands.

Lewis chuckled, then leaned in a little closer, dropping his voice just enough so only Oscar could hear.

“Listen whatever garage you’re technically in today… this one’s always yours too got it?”

Oscar’s throat tightened a little, but he nodded quickly. “Got it.”

Charles and Logan had drifted off somewhere, wandering around the paddock on some vague mission to find a friend. Oscar hadn’t caught the details, too distracted by the pounding in his own chest. Which left him… alone.

Walking towards the McLaren garage.

Alone.

With a brain still short-circuiting over everything that had happened the night before.

The party.

The stupid game.

The kiss.

The dare.

The heat of Lando’s mouth against his.

Oscar shook his head, willing the memories down. Not now. Focus.

As soon as he stepped into the McLaren hospitality area, he nearly collided with someone.

“Whoa there!”

Oscar froze. Daniel Ricciardo.

Big grin, sunglasses halfway pushed up on his head, casual as always like the human embodiment of summer.

“Hey! Oscar again!” Daniel laughed, giving him a quick shoulder bump. “And this time not in a coffee progress.”

Oscar blinked. “Oh… hi, yeah. Guess I’m making my rounds.”

Daniel gave him a knowing smile. “Lan couldn’t stop talking about you, you know.”

Oscar’s heart did an olympic-level backflip.

“…Oh?” he said, blinking like an idiot.

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded, already halfway teasing. “Kept going on about you being ‘special’ or something. Whatever you did yesterday… congrats, man. The guy’s been in a ridiculously good mood all morning.”

Oscar’s face went red in under two seconds.

“We did… nothing,” he stammered, waving his hands awkwardly like that would erase the heat creeping up his neck. “But… thanks for telling me.”

Daniel just laughed, giving him a wink. “Sure. Nothing at all. Have fun.”

Oscar practically fled towards the back of the garage, heart in his throat, cheeks burning.

And when he finally caught sight of Lando, sitting casually on the pit wall, chatting with one of the engineers like nothing in the world was out of the ordinary…

Oscar honestly had no idea what he was more afraid of.

Seeing him.

Or… the possibility that Lando was about to act like last night hadn’t meant anything.

Whe Lando caught Oscar’s eye from across the buzzing McLaren garage, cutting through the sea of engineers and mechanics like he owned every inch of the place which, to be fair, he probably did. With that confident, almost cocky stride, he made his way over, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face that made Oscar’s pulse skip.

“Oscar,” Lando said smoothly, voice just loud enough to cut through the surrounding noise but intimate enough for just the two of them. He gave Oscar a once-over, eyes scanning him up and down like he was inspecting a rare work of art. “You actually came. And damn...” He paused, his gaze lingering on the McLaren shirt wrapped around Oscar, the number ‘4’ boldly printed across the back. “Today, I’ve got the perfect excuse to absolutely annihilate qualifying.”

Oscar couldn’t help but grin, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding him. “Oh? And what’s that exactly?”

Lando’s grin deepened “Having a ridiculously pretty boy showing up in my garage wearing my number? That’s all the inspiration I need to smash every lap and set a new track record.”

Oscar felt his cheeks heat up under that gaze. “Stop it,” he said, half-laughing, half-trying to deflect. “This honestly feels like a dream.”

Lando took a step closer, voice softening in a way that made the rest of the garage fade into a distant hum. “Well, you’re welcome here anytime, you know. My team would be absolutely stoked to have you around. No pressure, but...” He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling just so, “especially me.”

Oscar’s heart thudded hard enough he was sure Lando could hear it. He raised an eyebrow, playing coy but secretly thrilled. “Just the team, huh?”

The way Lando’s eyes darkened as he looked Oscar up and down again was a statement all on its own. “Especially me. But honestly, I’m guessing that’s no surprise.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, a little caught off guard by how seriously and sincerely Lando said it. For a moment, they just stood there, the world narrowing to the charged space between them. But then, the hum of activity pulled them back.

The garage doors slid open with a rush of cool air, signaling it was almost time. Lando’s gaze flickered back to business, but not without a lingering sparkle. He adjusted his racing suit, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

“Well, pretty boy,” Lando said. “I gotta get in the car soon. You heading back to Ferrari, or...?”

Oscar shook his head, a grin creeping over his face. “Nah. I’m staying here a bit. Dad understands that getting invited to Lando Norris’s garage isn’t an everyday thing.” He chuckled softly. “Guess I’ll be bouncing between Ferrari and McLaren today.”

Lando let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Good boy.”

With that, Lando gave a last lingering look before slipping away toward the car, leaving Oscar standing there, cheeks flushed, chest tight with a mix of disbelief and something dangerously like hope. He hadn’t expected praise like that, and honestly, he was kind of loving it.

Lando was absolutely flying sector after sector lighting up purple, slicing through the lap with the kind of precision that made every heartbeat in the room quicken. The McLaren garage was buzzing in the background, the hum of technicians holding their breath for just one more perfect lap.

“Come on, Lando, come on…” Oscar muttered, barely able to contain his excitement.

Then the dreaded moment: a yellow flag

Charles’s voice cracked with disbelief, “Oh my god, yellow flag. This is going to screw Max over. I can feel it.”

Logan’s usual laid-back demeanor shattered for a second as he shouted, “Oh, what the fuck?! Everyone’s gotta slow down now!”

The screen showed Max Verstappen’s lap going from blistering pace to cautious crawl, the yellow flag killing his momentum just meters from the finish line.

The possibility of Max dropping down the grid was suddenly very real.

“P3 for Daniel Ricciardo!” Charles exclaimed, eyes wide, “Doesn't look good for that championship" 

Lewis Hamilton hovered around P4, his usual calm intensity betraying a slight frustration at the unfolding chaos.

Lando crossed the line with a time that sparked wild cheers from the team and everyone watching.

Oscar jumped out of his seat, shouting, “Pole! Lando got pole! YESSSS! And oh papa P4!”

Charles and Logan erupted with laughter and applause.

The camera cut to McLaren’s garage, capturing Oscar’s ecstatic reaction perfectly for F1TV’s live broadcast a genuine moment of that fans would instantly fall in love with.

After the whirlwind of photos, the endless flashes, and the relentless questions from the press, the crowd started to thin, and Lando finally found his way to where Oscar was standing. Oscar’s face lit up, and without hesitation, he threw his arms up in the air in a euphoric gesture, beckoning Lando over.

“Congratulations, oh my god,” Oscar exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Lando in a tight, genuine hug. Lando smiled, his hands settling confidently on Oscar’s waist, pulling him in just enough to feel the warmth between them.

“Fuck, the luck you’ve brought me has to be my lucky charm, huh?” Lando said with a teasing grin, stepping back just enough to look Oscar up and down. “I seriously need to kiss you like, right now. Come on let’s get inside somewhere.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, completely swept away by the way Lando was leading him like a man on a mission. They slipped into an empty hallway, the noise of the paddock fading behind them. Suddenly, Lando pressed Oscar up against the wall, his eyes darkening with something fierce.

“Finally,” Lando murmured, and without another word, his lips crashed onto Oscar’s. The kiss was hungry, urgent, and Oscar didn’t hesitate his hands flew up to cradle the back of Lando’s neck, pulling him deeper, matching the intensity.

A soft whimper escaped Oscar as Lando’s teeth gently bit down on his lower lip, sending a thrill straight to his core. “So you’re the type that makes noise, huh?” Lando teased against his lips before claiming another hungry kiss. “Interesting.”

Oscar smirked, fingers tracing along Lando’s jaw. “And you? You seem like a bit of a control freak.”

Lando’s grin was wicked, his hands sliding down to cup Oscar’s ass firmly. “You don’t even know how controlling I can be in bed, Oscar.”

“Then show me,” Oscar challenged, holding Lando’s gaze, unafraid and electric with anticipation.

Lando groaned softly, reluctantly breaking the kiss and sliding his hands down but still keeping them on Oscar’s body. “Oh, fucking hell I can’t do anything to you here, especially now that they’ll be looking for me like crazy.”

Oscar leaned in, his lips barely brushing Lando’s ear as his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “So… if you win tomorrow, I’m totally yours.”

Lando’s hands tightened on Oscar’s waist as he chuckled. “Now you’re betting with your body?”

“Nah,” Oscar said, cheeky and confident. “Only for the hottest F1 driver named Lando Norris.”

“Fuck" Lando said, his grin widening as he gave Oscar a slow, deliberate squeeze on the ass. “That mouth of yours deserves a good fucking.”

He pressed one last, searing kiss to Oscar’s lips before stepping back, eyes blazing with promise. “Okay, pretty boy, but if I win tomorrow, get ready because I’m very territorial with what’s mine.”

Oscar’s smile was fearless. “Doesn’t surprise me and it definitely doesn’t scare me.”

Just as the charged moment between Oscar and Lando was starting to settle, a soft clearing of the throat broke through the tension.

Charles appeared at the edge of the hallway, his brow furrowed as he scanned the scene. “Oscar?” His voice was gentle but firm, like a lifeline pulling Oscar back to reality.

Oscar blinked, reluctantly stepping away from Lando’s grasp but still flushed from the kiss. “Hey, Charles,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his heart was still pounding.

Charles took a slow step forward, his eyes flickering between Oscar and Lando. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere well, you kind of disappeared.”

Lando gave a slow smile “Well, I'm leaving thank you Oscar, see you later” 

Charles shook his head with a small laugh. “Oscar Weeber Hamilton you need to explain because oh my god.”

"It’s not easy to explain" he admitted softly. 

"Last night it was easy to went upstairs with him" Charles stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on Oscar’s shoulder. “We have all the time plus Uncle Lewis is happy and we're going to eat with the drivers”

Oscar laughed while he nodded walking toward the parking feeling absolutely happy and deep inside so excited for whatever it was going to happen...