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Their friendship wasn't something anyone would expect. Oscar was a slightly awkward engineering student, introverted but once he felt comfortable around someone, he became talkative, open, ready to give up his life for this person. Meanwhile Lando was studying linguistics in between going clubbing, hanging out with his friends and being called ‘one of campus fuckboys’ even if he swore to God that he hadn't slept with anyone for over six months.
They hadn't known each other for too long and they firstly met when they were moving into the room. Lando gave him space he needed, didn't push him to talk, respected that he wasn't as open and extroverted like him. Of course he couldn't stop himself from smalltalk from time to time and sometimes it changed to over an hour long talks about random stuff.
It didn’t take long for Oscar to see that Lando was a good guy despite what people were talking about him. They got closer right before the first semester ended. At that time both of them were under so much pressure because of exams and needed some support. Oscar didn't have many friends but he somehow felt the best in Lando's company. He was cheerful, funny but cringe at the same time and definitely not mean or snubbing like some people were saying. He was just popular, loved casual relationships and friends with benefits and for Oscar it wasn't something bad at all. He found peace in the chaos of Lando's mind.
For Lando, his roommate was someone who motivated him to even touch a book or look at the notes. Of course he wasn't a top grade student like Oscar but at least he was studying well enough to not get kicked out from university. And Oscar took care of it by taking him to the cafe for studying sessions despite them studying completely different stuff. In Lando’s eyes Oscar was the calmest and understanding person in the world. After getting to know each other more, he appeared to be very chill, he even went to parties with Lando from time to time and didn't mind taking care of him when he was coming back to their room drunk as hell. Oscar was someone who Lando could rely on and vice versa.
Oscar was sitting by his desk, his mathematical analysis book opened and showing a page with a random thesis and proof to it with a whole Greek alphabet in it, but he was focused on his phone, texting with someone. A few steps away from him Lando was lying on the bed, reading a book about phonetics. It wasn't his dream activity for Thursday evening but he had an exam next week and this time luck wouldn’t be enough to pass.
“Lando,” Oscar said, not taking his eyes off his phone. “I need your um… help.”
“Yeah what is it?” Lando asked, setting the book aside, to lock his eyes on Oscar.
“It's kind of weird. Please don't laugh at me or hate me,” Oscar felt like he was standing naked in front of hundreds of people. He stood up and sat next to Lando, his phone left on the desk but he still didn't look at his friend.
“You know I can't hate you, but laughing at you… I can't promise I won't” he smirked at him and sat up with his legs crossed.
“So uh… I think I just got asked out by a guy? Like, you know, a date and uh… fuck, this sounds so embarrassing, but you know I haven't been doing anything like kiss and stuff for a couple of years and it was never with a guy and uh… I know we are best friends till the end of the world and…”
Oscar couldn't finish the sentence because Lando grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it.
“You want to practice kissing a guy with me?” he asked with even bigger smirk.
Oscar blinked a few times.
“Yes, exactly that,” he answered shortly. “If it's not a problem.”
“Oh hell nah, it's not a problem at all. You asked the right person,” Lando giggled softly, leaned towards Oscar and threw his arm around his shoulders. “Congrats by the way. On a date.”
“Hah, thanks. Looking forward to it,” Oscar smiled a little more shyly.
“When's the date?” Lando asked, smirking slightly.
“Tomorrow.”
Lando blinked two times and immediately his hands were on Oscar's body, leaning into the kiss, but before their lips touched, Oscar grabbed his wrists and pulled him away a little, his cheeks already getting slightly red.
“Hey-ey-ey, wait, not that fast, please? I’m already a little embarrassed that I asked you about that, so maybe we can start slowly…” he said quietly and a little shyly, his hand travelled to rest on Lando's thigh and he caressed it with his thumb.
“Okay, so,” Lando's hand slowly traveled to Oscar's cheek and caressed it with his fingertips. His eyes flickered from his friend's eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. “Let's do it slowly, step by step, alright?”
Oscar nodded in answer, swallowing nervously. If anyone has told him he would be kissing his best friend on random Thursday as a practice before the date, he would die from laughter.
“Firstly, when you're close enough, you caress his cheek, just like i did moments ago, then you lean in slowly, just brush your lips against his,” Lando whispered, then just like he said, he brushed his lips against Oscar’s.
Immediately Oscar stopped breathing, his heartbeat became faster and his eyes closed automatically.
“Then, you kiss more properly, without a tongue for now,” he continued, still whispering against Oscar's lips. He kissed him, his lips caressing his friend's ones for a couple of seconds. Lando noticed how his lips were soft and somehow felt so well against his own.
“And after that, if nothing goes wrong, you go all in,” he finally deepened the kiss, adding the tongue, biting and pulling his bottom lip, dominating the kiss.
Oscar wasn't so sure if he was able to breathe anymore, especially when Lando moved closer to him and his hand was still on his cheek. Oscar couldn't help but place his hand on the back of Lando's neck, where he dug his nails. His tongue pushed inside his friend's mouth which made Lando quietly moan. When Oscar heard that, his hand travelled into Lando's hair and pulled gently but strong enough to tilt a little bit his head to the back. Oscar's free arm embraced his waist and pulled him closer, this way Lando was kneeling above his thigh.
Lando thought he was in charge of everything but when Oscar gained confidence, he knew he was a lost cause. He didn't care if he was about to collapse because of lack of air. He didn't want this moment to end, but Oscar ended the kiss first.
“I thought I was supposed to teach you something, but apparently you have masters in kissing…” Lando sighs, his heartbeat not calming down and eyes wildly twitching around Oscar's face.
“I never said I’m bad at kissing,” Oscar smirked. “Glad I’m still somewhat good at that. Getting a praise like that from a guy who fucks at least five people per month is like getting an internship in top tier company.”
“Firstly, I haven't fucked with anyone for past few months. Secondly, I’m not always the one who fucks, but is fucked, especially by guys,” Lando pouted.
“You’re a bottom? Our campus fuckboy likes falling apart on someone's di–” Oscar said with raised eyebrows.
“Shut up,” he laughed, interrupting him. He moved away and sat next to him, his arms supporting him when he leaned back a little. “Anyway, I hope I helped. Now I need to go back to reading, phonetics won't pass on their own.”
“Yeah you helped, even a lot. Thank you,” he answered with his usual soft smile.
“No problem, happy to help you in the future,” Lando said smiling too, then grabbed the book and laid down to focus on reading.
Oscar looked at Lando one last time, focusing on his blushed cheeks and still a little too red from kissing lips. He licked his lips, sighed quietly and went back to his desk, where his book was waiting to be touched.
He knew that what just happened wasn't going to help him focus on those maths problems full of Greek alphabet and illogical implications.
Same for Lando, instead of focusing on weird letters, his mind was full of his best friend and his lips. He stared at him for a few seconds with his cheeks red as hell, thinking ‘fuck, I'm so screwed.’
The next day, after Oscar came back from the date, they didn't have time to talk. Oscar came back from it when Lando was already away clubbing. He came back in the middle of the night, of course waking up Oscar by accident while fighting with the doors.
On Saturday Oscar decided to make dinner for both of them. He knew Lando's stomach was dying from drinking too much alcohol so he made chicken soup – Lando's favourite one for hangovers. They sat together by their small table, most of the time silent, eating and listening to sounds of spoons hitting the bottom of the bowls.
“How was the date?” Lando threw into the space between them, finishing the soup.
“Good, I guess. Neither of us complained,” Oscar shrugged, his face neutral.
“Second one happening?”
“In three days, probably need another lesson from you,” Oscar rose his eyes to look at Lando.
“Fantastic,” he answered, biting his spoon. “I will come up with something and surprise you.”
“Can't wait,” he smirked and put aside his empty bowl. “How was the party? And how do you feel?”
“It was a little boring, the only good thing there was the alcohol but you could tell that. Now I feel better but before, oh my God, I thought I was gonna die and throw up my entire stomach,” Lando snorted and shook his head.
“I could tell. I was also surprised that you came back, alone in addition,” Oscar moved his eyebrows in a suggestive way.
“No one caught my eye and met my standards, and also didn't want to find another sex companion. Told you, I haven't had any one night stands or friends with benefits for months now,” he shrugged again but felt his cheeks turning red on their own, hoping that Oscar wouldn’t notice.
“Right, you and your incredible high standards nowadays,” Oscar let out a short laugh, grabbed both of the bowls and went to the sink to wash them.
Little did Oscar know that it was him, who raised his standards.
Lando didn’t know how that happened. He was living his life normally, spending night after night at random guys’ flats, half or completely drunk, but at some point he noticed that he started comparing them to Oscar. None of them had that specific shitty sense of humor that made him laugh, but Oscar had. None of them really listened to what Lando had in mind, but Oscar did. None of them understood him, but Oscar did. None of them was Oscar. Lando wasn’t the type to fall in love with someone so deeply, he never experienced that so it was something new to him. He was confused, his mind started working differently. He even stopped looking for one night stands or casual sex partners. He wanted to spend as much time as possible together with Oscar, make him feel good, make him his. But he was afraid. He could lose his best friend, it could be awkward for them if Oscar rejected him. So all he could do was pretend that everything was good and Oscar going out on dates with someone else didn’t hurt. It was also kind of selfish, or at least that’s what he thought when he reflected on his recent ‘activities’ with Oscar, that he agreed to those lessons. For Oscar it could be nothing, but Lando wished that there were feelings between them and it meant something. But after all they were best friends, roommates, not partners, not boyfriends.
The day before the date, late evening, Lando sat on the bed and just stared at Oscar who was sitting in his usual spot, by his desk. He looked stressed but not because of the date but because of university. He could see a website with some support material for his lectures turned on his laptop, a notebook and at least three books filled with nonsense for someone who wasn’t studying physics or maths on an academic level.
Lando decided to do a move. After all, he promised to surprise him. He got up from the bed and stood behind Oscar. Firstly, he started massaging his shoulders and when he heard his quiet moan full of relief, he pulled the chair away and somehow climbed onto his lap facing him. He didn’t wait any longer and started to kiss the side of his face, near his ear.
Before that, Oscar was confused why the fuck Lando would give him a massage, but now he knew. He automatically placed his hands on Lando’s hips and closed his eyes.
“Lan, what are you doing?” he still asked, even if he knew that Lando decided it was time for practice.
“Surprising you,” Lando mumbled in answer.
“I have a lot of work to do so I think we have to skip the practice this time,” Oscar moaned and tried to get Lando to get up.
But Lando had other plans. He tensed his muscles so Oscar couldn’t move him.
“Hmm how about no? Ten minutes, you will feel better after it.”
“Fine,” Oscar sighed and grabbed him under his thighs to lift him and got up from the chair.
Lando’s hands immediately grabbed the fabric of his shirt on his back and he hid his face in his neck.
“My bed,” he murmured and Oscar obeyed.
Oscar sat on the bed with Lando on his lap. He once again started to kiss the side of his face, then his neck and gently bit it in a few spots. He froze after he heard Oscar's quiet moan at some point.
“You sound so beautiful, keep going,” he whispered after a second and again bit the spot on his neck.
Of course Oscar obeyed again and didn't hold back any sounds. Lando placed a few more kisses there, including on two moles on his throat. Then, he looked into his eyes and Oscar moved his hand from his hip to the back of his head and made them kiss properly. At first it was a little innocent, nothing crazy, their lips just touching each other in a soft way, but then Lando couldn't hold his moans when Oscar deepened the kiss and dominated it. Their tongues crashing into each other, teeth pulling their lips, hands exploring their soft skin on cheeks, necks, on their bodies through shirts.
Lando loved it and hated it at the same time. The kiss felt like it had feelings in it, like they were lovers, in a relationship. He wished it was real. He wished that everything he felt for Oscar were mutual and the spark he felt was also felt by him.
They broke the kiss and joined their foreheads, breathing loudly and deep. Lando smiled to himself and his smile went wider when he pulled out and saw Oscar's cheeks blushing. He stared at him for a couple of seconds with adoration in his eyes in pure silence but he knew he had to move to the proper part of his surprise.
“Does your date smoke?” he asked with a smirk.
“Umm… sometimes?” Oscar answered uncertainly, his mind probably still somewhere else, not yet recovered after kissing.
“Great, gonna show you something,” Lando stood up from Oscar's lap for a second to grab the ashtray and a pack of cigarettes and came back to his spot.
He took out one cigarette and a lighter from the box and lightened it. His eyes weren’t leaving Oscar’s as he inhaled the smoke for the first time. He felt his hands resting against his waist and gently squeezing it.
“Relax, don’t forget to breathe,” he murmured before inhaling again and joining their lips again to pass the smoke to Oscar’s mouth.
The kiss wasn’t long but felt so intimate for Oscar. He wasn’t smoking so often, only when someone, usually Lando, asked him if he wanted to during parties but the kiss made him want to do it all the time. He exhaled the remaining smoke and again looked into Lando’s eyes with a slightly opened mouth. After a few seconds he reached out for the cigarette and this time he inhaled and kissed Lando, moving his hand from his waist to the back of his neck to bring him even closer. Of course Lando couldn’t help but let a quiet sigh escape from his into Oscar’s mouth.
They kissed like that a couple of times, until they ended the cigarette. Usually Oscar was neutral or even slightly negative about the taste of them but this time it tasted like the sweetest thing on Earth. He even wanted to reach out for the next one while leaning forward a little, wanting more kisses, but Lando placed his hand on his cheek and ran his thumb on his lips, which made him stop.
“Feeling better?” Lando asked with a soft smile.
“Yeah, definitely,” Oscar answered with a little disappointed sigh, but he still smiled at him widely, so his dimples were visible.
“Now, go back to studying. Don't want to be the reason if you fail the exam,” Lando said quickly with a wink, stood up from his lap and went to the window with his pack of cigarettes and the ashtray. He again lightened one of them and followed Oscar to his desk with his eyes.
It was so obvious that both of them liked, even loved what just happened. Lando knew that it wasn’t the last time they smoked like that and Oscar knew that he was going to be addicted to cigarettes, Lando’s lips or both of them.
For the next two weeks, they had a couple more practices that always ended up with messy makeouts against the wall, hips pressed against the desk, in each other's arms on the bed. And Lando with each session felt worse and worse. He fell for that little boring but adorable boy. He knew that one day he had to end whatever was between them, hoping that it wouldn’t ruin their friendship. They couldn't keep on making out while Oscar was dating someone else. He couldn't keep on doing that, even if he still was officially single, it just felt wrong. Lando had feelings for Oscar. He loved him not like a friend for months now and he didn't want to lose him. But Oscar was going on dates with someone else and maybe had feelings for that someone else. Someone else, not Lando.
One day, Lando came back from lectures way too early. He decided to end things that day. Oscar had another date the next day and he wanted him to fully focus on it. He didn't know how Oscar would react, if those were going to be their last moments when they could call themselves best friends. Lando wanted to end it for his own peace of mind, even if his heart was protesting and knew this could go absolutely bad.
He repeated in his head what he wanted to say way too many times that it started to mix and he forgot almost everything. With every minute his stress level went up and it spiked when he heard the doors opening.
Oscar looked surprised that his best friend was already in their room, but there was also something in his eyes that Lando never saw in them. He stood up and stopped right before him, their eyes not leaving each other.
“You skipped lectures?” Oscar asked, throwing his backpack near his desk.
“Yeah, needed to think about something and–” Lando didn’t have a chance to end what he wanted to say.
Oscar grabbed him by his waist and pressed their bodies together. Then their lips crashed. He wasn't sure what to do. His mind became blurry, he felt like he was about to faint. But who he was to say no to Oscar. After a few moments Lando's hands were on his cheeks, lips dancing with Oscar's, then sucking on the bottom one.
He couldn't stop. He wanted to but couldn't. His body wasn't listening to his mind. But he had promised himself that it was the last time and his plan was now destroyed. He hated it but also loved it so much. Having Oscar this close, Oscar focusing only on him – this was like a dream for Lando. But in the back of his mind he knew there was someone else who also had Oscar like that. It made his heart clench.
The feeling of hitting the doors with his back made him come back from diving in the sea of his thoughts. He let out a loud moan as Oscar's lips landed on his neck, biting a few times and placing a few wet kisses on both sides and on the column of his throat. His hands lifted the edge of Lando’s hoodie, so he could place his slightly cold fingers directly on his skin on his waist.
“Osc, fuck, this is so fucked up…” that's all what Lando could say under his shaky breath, one of his hands clenching on Oscar’s hair.
“Yeah, you're right. But you're so fucking addictive, it's insane,” Oscar smiled to himself, his face still close to his neck, only his nose caressed his skin.
“We should stop, fuck,” Lando shut his eyes close and even covered them with upper side of his hand.
Oscar looked up, still close to him and grabbed his hand to take it off his face. Heated atmosphere in the room immediately changed to calm and soothing.
“Look at me, Lan, please,” he whispered and when Lando opened his eyes again, they stared at each other. “No, we shouldn't stop.”
“It feels wrong for me, I can’t do this anymore,” Lando gently shook his head, feeling like he was about to cry.
He wanted that, right? To end that ‘thing’ they had. To stop feeling guilty and like he was using Oscar to please himself. That was it, the right time to end that.
“Why does it feel wrong?” Oscar’s voice was gentle, barely hearable.
Lando just kept staring for a couple of seconds. He wanted to say something, even opened his mouth but no sound came out. They could only hear their mixed breaths and noise behind the door.
Oscar wasn’t going anywhere. He was ready to give Lando as much time as he needed. He was also ready to not get any answer from him and that was fine too. He saw a few tears in his eyes so he understood what was happening. He was ready for whatever was going to happen.
Finally, Lando took a deep breath and tried to not burst into tears. Where the fuck went all of his confidence?
“Because I'm so fucking in love with you and you keep seeing some–,” he tried to say it as loud and clear as he could so he wouldn’t have to repeat.
“Shut up,” Oscar interrupted him, placed his hand on Lando’s cheek and ran his thumb on his lips. “It's mutual. I feel the same, so no need to stop whatever we do.”
Lando’s heart stopped for a moment. He wanted to ask him if he could repeat it to make sure he heard him correctly. He couldn’t believe it. Oscar was supposed to date someone else, not him.
“What?” he managed to whisper.
“Was waiting for you to admit it, fuck…” Oscar tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a second, then he looked at him again. “Gonna make you mine, like right now.”
After that, there were no more words. Oscar’s lips crashed against Lando’s, their tongues danced together, leaving wet sounds behind. Lando’s hands explored his body, meanwhile one of Oscar’s held him by his waist, their hips joined, the other one in his hair, tugging them, which sent shivers down Lando’s spine. He slowly guided both of them toward his bed. Before he could make Lando lay down on the bed, he let him take his shirt off and he did the same to his hoodie.
Lando moaned when Oscar made him fall down on the mattress. It immediately made his mind click into a different state. He didn’t care that moments ago he was on the edge of crying because he couldn’t bear with their friendship looking like that anymore. Now he had his words in mind, how he feels the same, how he was going to make him his. It felt surreal, like straight from his dream so he tried to stay sane all the time to remember it, but Oscar was now kneeling between his legs which went straight to embrace his waist. Oscar left wet spots on his skin of his neck, gently biting from time to time, which made him let out a loud and long moan.
“I’m gonna mark you everywhere, hope you don’t mind,” Oscar mumbled between placing kisses.
Of course Lando didn't mind so he gently nodded, his hand clenched on Oscar's hair and pressed his face to his skin even more, the second one went to his back to leave scratch marks. That made Oscar sigh loudly and leave the first of many hickeys on his neck.
He travelled with his mouth through his collarbone, chest, to his stomach, leaving bloody marks behind. He sat up and stared at him with adoration in his eyes. Lando’s messy curls, shaky eyes, his body fully displayed.
“Fuck, you're so beautiful, I can't believe it,” Oscar smirked to himself.
He leaned down again to place gentle kisses on his stomach while his fingers were undoing the button and the zipper of Lando's trousers. He took them off so he was only left with his underwear on and half hard dick in them. He kissed lower, just above the edge of his underwear, then quickly came back to his lips to place another wet kiss there. Lando’s hips moved in search of friction, which made Oscar smile. He answered with the same, thrusting against him to hear his beautiful moan again.
“Do you want it?” Oscar whispered into little space between them, then bit Lando’s lip and pulled it.
“Fucking hell yeah, do you?” Lando answered, barely breathing, looking into his eyes.
“Yes, so much,” he showed him his best smile.
Oscar stood up and walked to his drawer to grab a bottle of lube, taking off his trousers on his way back to the bed since he felt a little too tight in his jeans. He kneeled between his legs again and while kissing him, he took off Lando’s underwear. Lando’s dick sprang free, already leaking, the tip angry red. Oscar took a few seconds to adore his naked body, blushed, full of love marks.
“Have you done it with a guy before?” Lando asked, bending his legs for better access to his hole.
“No, first time,” Oscar smiled to him, applying just enough lube onto his fingers.
“Fuck, happy to be your first,” he smiled back and his head tilted back for a second when he felt a small portion of lube on his hole. “You know what you’re doing, right?”
“Well, of course I know a little,” he smirked and leaned over him, their lips almost touching and his finger pressing against his hole. “I would ask you to guide me but I feel like you’re going to fall apart on my fingers soon.”
He joined their lips in a long, passionate kiss before Lando could say anything and slipped one finger into him which made him let out a muffled whine. He moved it for a few moments, even longer than needed but he wanted to make sure that everything was fine and he wasn’t hurting him. Oscar’s free hand clenched on Lando’s thigh as he added the second finger, immediately searching for that one spot that would make Lando see stars. He straightened up and as he fucked his fingers into his hole, he once again stared at him as he rubbed the right spot. He observed how his best friend bit his lip, whined and moved his hips needing more and more.
“You’re doing so well, such a good boy,” Oscar whispered as he took out his fingers and wiped them on the bedsheet.
He stood up from the bed and quickly grabbed a smaller pillow from Lando’s bed. He put it under his hips to reach better angles later.
“Osc, are you sure?” Lando asked, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable.
“Lan, just trust me, okay?” Oscar leaned over to kiss his forehead.
Lando just nodded in answer. He had his eyes locked on Oscar. They went wide, when Oscar took his underwear off. His mouth went dry and stayed silent for another couple of seconds.
“You were hiding all of that from me this whole time? That’s literally a crime,” he blinked fast to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Sorry, gonna make it up to you for now on,” Oscar laughed and came back to the bed.
He put lube on his dick and a little more on Lando’s hole, then lined up and slowly but confidently slipped into him. At the same time he was placing soft kisses all over his neck to calm him down, as he felt him shivering and heard his long moan.
“Shh it's okay, I’m here,” Oscar whispered and placed a gentle kiss next to his ear. “You're doing so well.”
He was slowly moving his hips to get Lando used to the stretch, low and loud moans escaping his throat. All this time he was caressing his face, arm, chest, whispering sweet words and placing kisses on his cheeks and neck, while listening to his whines that sounded for him like a Grammy worthy song.
But after a while, Oscar straightened up and grabbed Lando's thighs
“If you feel like it's too much or something's wrong, kick me in the arm, okay? Use your words,” he asked with a gentle smile.
“Y-Yes, fuck, please, fuck me already,” Lando whimpered, his hips moving on his own to feel more.
“As you wish, my dear,” Oscar smirked and cracked his neck.
Lando almost screamed when he felt how fast and deep Oscar was thrusting into him. Both of them were letting out loud whines, especially Lando, whose eyes got full of tears. He couldn't help but let them fall when Oscar grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them against the mattress and changed the angle a little so now he was hitting his prostate. Lando's back arched, eyes went wide and he almost choked on his own moan.
“Fuck, I was right, you like falling apart on someone’s dick,” Oscar commented, not stopping his hips from fucking him hard and fast.
“I… already love falling apart… on yours,” Lando managed to say between whines.
That made Oscar growl. He freed Lando's wrists and grabbed him by the hips to fix his position on the pillow. This way he could fuck him deeper. He leaned to kiss him, almost instantly pushing his tongue into his mouth to dance with his one. On top of that Oscar started to jerk Lando’s dick, firstly slowly, then faster, focusing on its sensitive tip. The room was full of muffled whines and moans and certainly there was that characteristic smell of love making in the air.
Lando’s legs started shaking at some point, breath was unstable, rapid, his muscles were tensing on their own and vision became blurry. His nails did a few bloody red lines on Oscar’s collarbone and chest, trying to ground himself a little but unsuccessfully.
“Fuck, Osc… I'm–” he panted as his back arched and a few tears of pleasure escaped his eyes.
“Yes, cum for me, don't hold back,” Oscar didn’t stop thrusting into him, not changing the pace or angle. “Look at me, yes, be a good boy and show me how much you love it.”
Lando did what Oscar asked for. He came hard on his stomach, his eyes on Oscar, yearning, begging to not stop. The way he was fucking him through his orgasm made him see stars. His moans were so loud, that probably people behind the wall could think that someone needed help.
“Oh God, love how you clench around me like that, fuck… Gonna get addicted to it,” Oscar whispered into his ear.
He thrusted into him for another couple of seconds and also came, spilling his hot cum inside of Lando’s hole. He hid his face in his neck, whimpering and breathing deeply, trying to calm himself down. Lando’s arms embraced him, pulling him as close as possible. Now all they could hear were their unsteady breaths and fast heartbeats.
“Do you want to stay like that for a moment?” Oscar asked, his voice quiet and somehow already calm.
“Please,” Lando whispered back, his hand going straight to Oscar’s hair.
They were lying down like that for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Just them, their bodies pressed against each other. They didn’t need more, it was enough. Oscar was first to pull away what made Lando whine from disappointment, but he knew that they needed to clean up. Oscar grabbed a few paper towels from his shelf and wiped his dick, then Lando's stomach. He turned him on his stomach, his hips still on the pillow so Oscar had a better access to his hole.
“There we go,” he parted his asscheeks and started to clean him. “We will take a shower later, I'll let you rest for a bit.”
After he was done, he threw away all the dirty paper towels and returned to bed, where he put Lando on his back, then laid down. Lando put his head on his shoulder and placed his hand on Oscar's chest.
“Fuck me… That was one of the best fucks I've ever had,” Lando looked up for a second and when he realised he was blushing like crazy, he smiled a little to himself and focused on his finger caressing his skin.
“Thank you, I enjoyed it so much too,” Oscar kissed him in the head.
Both of them sighed in relief that nothing went wrong. Lando was glad that he didn't lose his best friend, Oscar finally could be fully honest with him. No one wanted to break the silence that was somewhat comforting, but they knew they needed to talk about their situation.
First to break the silence was Oscar.
“When did it start? Having secret crush on me, I mean,” he asked after a few minutes, playing with Lando’s strands of hair, curling one of them on his finger.
“A few months ago, something shifted in my mind and couldn’t stop thinking about you while fucking other guys,” Lando mumbled, his finger tracing random shapes on his chest. He looked up at his face with his gentle smile. “You’re the reason I stopped having sex with random people from clubs. And you?”
“That’s nice to hear. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience thinking that someone might hurt you one day,” he sighed and placed a kiss on his head again. “I don’t know if I have to be honest. But long enough that I lost all hope and recently that guy appeared…” his eyebrows went slightly up.
Lando shifted on the bed, supporting on his arms and looked into Oscar’s eyes.
“Fuck, so if we talked about that earlier, all of that wouldn’t happen. And now you have to cancel that date.”
“There's no date,” Oscar stated right away.
Lando’s eyes went wide.
“What? What do you mean there's no date?” he said, surprised.
“I lied to you. You were too good during the first practice. During the date, when it came to kissing, I couldn't stop thinking about you and that guy was also doing too much, too fast. Didn't like it,” he shrugged while explaining everything with his calm voice.
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Lando shook his head slowly, not believing in what he heard. “That means that all those other dates–”
“Yes, didn't happen. I was hiding in the library every time, I know you hate that place so I knew you wouldn't be there.” Oscar smiled at him.
In answer, Lando playfully poked him into his side, on what Oscar frowned.
“Fucking hell Osc, how dared you lie to me?” he said with a little too dramaturgy in his voice.
“You're mad at me?” Oscar pouted.
“A little bit. Won't be if you give me a kiss or two,” he rolled his eyes but right after leaned forward, waiting for a kiss.
Of course Oscar couldn’t just give him a quick smooch. He sat up a little bit, placed his hand on the back of Lando’s neck and kissed him properly.
“So are our practice sessions still valid?” Lando asked as they broke the kiss and laid down again, his chin on Oscar’s chest.
“Of course, I still have a lot to learn from you, my favourite teacher,” Oscar looked at him with adoration in his eyes, his hand went again to his hair like he was addicted to his curls.
“Then, when is the next lesson?”
“As soon as you want. You gonna tell me and show me some stuff what to do while fucking someone's throat next,” the tone of his voice was again soft and calm.
“You've never been sucked off?” Lando raised one of his eyebrows.
“Not by you,” Oscar sent him a kiss, a wink and giggled at himself. Lando couldn’t help but laugh with him.
Oh God, how much he loved that boy.