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Burnt rubber. Hits his nose first, then the back of his throat. Sour all the way down, trickling past his lungs. Lando presses his thumb to his nostril, blocking it as he sniffs hard, and swallows the gunk that follows. Nasty stuff, ket, bitter and shallow and doesn’t do much of anything at first. From his fist, the weathered plastic bag slips away. Oscar dips the key into it, heaping a small pile of white powder onto the metal. He inhales his quickly, grimacing at the taste.
It’s dark, where they’re sitting on Lando’s bed. Quiet, only the distant hum of traffic from the nearby motorway though the cracked window - it doesn’t open far, anti suicide ones or whatever - and yet the cool night air still filters in. Breeze in the trees, rattling the leaves. Faint chatter of other students walking on the paths below, punctuated by the occasional loud laugh. It slowly kicks in; Lando focuses on a spot on the wall, watching as everything around it moves incrementally - just side to side, vibrating like it has a heartbeat. Everything slides a bit, back and forth, out of the corner of his vision, but it returns to its usual place when Lando looks at it.
He turns to Oscar, only to find him already looking at him, bathed orange in the glow of the street lamps. Warm, kind eyes search Lando’s face, flicking across his features like Oscar was memorising him, like a painting hanging in the Louvre that he’ll never see again. Plush lips part, then Oscar is speaking to him, his words tumbling over each other like kicked gravel on a path.
“I’ve never kissed a guy before,” Oscar admits. Lando blinks, and takes the bag back from him. Haphazardly, he sets it on the floor.
“Yeah?” Humming, Lando crosses his legs under him, absently picking at his duvet. “Why tell me?”
Oscar only shrugs, flopping back against Lando’s pillows. They're so soft under him, against his hoodie that rides up his abdomen. The ceiling buzzes, and Oscar can’t help but track it as it wiggles.
“Well, I've kissed boys before,” Lando feels the need to say. “It’s pretty good.”
“Yeah?” Down his chest, Oscar meets Lando’s eyes, dark pools in the night. Orange light catches them, like molten honey.
“Yeah. It’s like…” Lando’s eyes flutter closed, lost in a memory. Biting his lip, he grins, teeth sinking into that ridiculous soft flesh. “So different. You know?”
Shaking his head, Oscar props up on his elbows. Lando looks at him again, breathing out low.
And then-
The mattress dips as Lando crawls closer, until Oscar can feel it fall away from besides his hips.
“You want to find out?” So low, so breathy and deep and high and fuck, Oscar can't stop the gentle tremble in his hands. Tilting his chin up, he waits until Lando straddles his hips, strong thighs either side of his. “Yeah?”
Oscar's gaze dips, and then Lando's cradling his jaw, the sweet press of their lips magnetic. Lando kisses him like he's fragile, like too much force will crack him clean in two. A shaky breath tumbles against Lando's lips. Oscar falls away, back into the bedding, and before Lando can even protest, he's dragging him down by his curls. Fiercer now, Oscar's lips slot against him, punctuated with teeth and gasps.
“Fuck, Osc,” Lando pulls back for a breath, lips glistening and eyes lidded. Rolling his hips, he catches against Oscar's dick in his jeans. “Fuck, you're good.”
“Really?” He asks, and it's like a fucking bullet through Lando's heart; soft eyes looking up at him, wide and blinking and mildly wet in a way that has his dick twitching in his jeans. Flushed red, high on his cheeks as he worries his lip.
“Yeah,” Lando can't help it; he dips in again, pressing their lips together. His hand finds Oscar's throat, his thumb sinking into Oscar's soft palette, massaging his muscle. Like breaking surf, they kiss again and again.
Oscar grips his waist, pulling him further up his body until Lando gets a glorious top down angle, tilting his head to kiss him deeper and deeper and deeper. Every so often, he flicks his tongue out - just for a taste - into Oscar's waiting mouth. Against his skin, he can feel Oscars stubble scratch him, growing out from that morning's shave.
“God,” Oscar breathes as they separate. Constantly, his eyes flick from Lando's own to his lips, “it's good.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, Oscar slides his hands under Lando's hoodie, scratching at the warm flesh of Lando's waist. Lando chuckles, and then drops to his elbows and kisses him again. Firmer, this time, insistent as he drops his hips. Seeking; he'll take anything, touch anything for the heat in his trousers. It's almost too much.
“Lando-” Oscar pulls back for a breath, eyes wetting more, unshed years building on his lashline. He's always been quick to cry on Ket, but Lando's never seen it like this, in this context; horny, begging. “Touch me- touch me please-”
“God, baby,” it just slips out, but it's all worth it to see Oscar's breath stutter. His fingers fly to Oscar's shorts, undoing the drawstring. Lando's looking down as he fiddles with the knot, so he only hears the small hic. When he looks up, a tear rolls down Oscar's cheek and Lando all but throbs in his jeans. “Oh fuck.”
“Sorry, just-” Oscar giggles, rolling his hips insistently against Lando's knuckles, where they're still attached to the string. “Hurry up.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
It's awful, how pretty Oscar is. How he looks, begging for anything and everything, how flushed he is. It should be illegal how cute he looks with his blown out pupils - it's a sight Lando can never get enough of, those large doe eyes pooling inky blackness every time they get high together. Lando slips a hand into Oscar's shorts, feeling along the hot length.
“Fuck, you're hard.”
“At least-” Oscar sniffs a laugh, his nails sinking into Lando's shoulders. “At least we haven't drank. I don't think I could-”
“Get it up? Ha, yeah.” Shaking his head, Lando crawls backwards. He dips his head, hot breath fanning over Oscar's tip. “One shot and it's gone.”
Oscar's giggle quickly melts to a gasp as Lando's tongue licks against him. Focusing on his tip, Lando swirls around it with his tongue, then pops it into his mouth and sucks. He grips Oscar by the base, thumb massaging the underside as he works the head. Despite the taste, it's so worth the sounds Oscar makes, high and desperate as the Ket removes his filter. Whining. Lando shudders. Oscar arches his back into Lando's touch, desperate for more contact. Head thrown back, completely losing himself in the sensation in a way Lando has never seen before.
It's sinful.
Sue him; but Lando can't help himself. He draws it out, barely fisting Oscar's dick as he pulls off. Instead, he sinks his teeth into Oscar's hips, biting and sucking until red marks burn on pale flesh. He surrounds his crotch with them - on his lower stomach, too. His thighs. Inside, on top, scarily close to his dick. It's so easy to lose himself to the slow sucking of Oscar's skin, grazing his teeth every few passes, until his hips jolt and Oscar whines more insistently.
“Lando, please-” Oscar starts. “Don't tease me.”
“It's so fun, though.” He speaks against his skin. Oscar goes to say something else, even as Lando takes mercy on it. He's halfway through the rebuttal when Oscar's voice cracks, shooting so high pitched it makes Lando's head spin. Now? He can't stay still; Oscar grips at the sheets, his chest, his hair- everything, and yet he can't stop making those delicious sounds.
Lando doubles his effort, sinking further down. He works away with his tongue, massaging and lathering the skin, all sloppy and wet and covered in saliva. It drips onto his fist.
“Lando- what the fuck, how-” Oscar stutters, his hips jumping with every movement. “You're so good-”
Lando hums, throbbing in his jeans. He's good, and it strikes somewhere deep inside him. He needs to hear more-
“I'm so- oh,” fingers tighten in his hair, finally drawing a moan out of Lando, the vibrations traveling down the length and up Oscar's spine. “I'm-”
Not for a moment does he stop. Lando keeps sucking, creating tight suction on every outstroke, his tongue working every time he goes down. So focused on the task, Lando nearly misses the quiet, mouse-like, “I'm gonna come…” before it shoots into his mouth.
It's a bit grim, but Lando swallows all the same, wiping the back of his mouth as he comes up. Under him, Oscar's all sated and sweet and sleepy looking. Flushed cheeks and wet eyes and god- how did he miss that? The tracks on his cheeks shine in the low light. Frantically, Lando pushes down his jeans, drawing himself out. Quick and dirty, he jerks himself, and he definitely can't help it when he licks along the tear tracks, salty on his tongue, yet different to the come that still stains his tongue. He sucks gently at the tracks until Oscar's face is shiny from spit.
Faster, his hand flies, and Lando mutters out a warning as his dick throbs, coating Oscar's hoodie in his come. It's gross, and will probably stain, but the visual alone is maddening. Oscar, covered in his come, looking soft and relaxed on Lando's bed-
Lando shakes his head. This is his best friend, he can't…
They kiss again, uncoordinated now, and Oscar pulls a face at the taste of his own come. But it's so good, so nice against their sensitive skin that Lando smiles into it.
“I might have to kiss more guys,” Oscar giggles when they're naked and cuddling under the duvet. Lando's beating heart is beneath his ear, rapid and thundering against warm skin. “If it'll be as good as that.”
Kiss me instead, Lando thinks, and just tightens his grip.