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Oscar had immediately rushed to his and Lando’s dormroom, almost dropping the keycard in his haste. “Fuckfuckfuck—” He groaned, shoving the keycard in his pocket as he burst through the wooden doorway.
The first thing Oscar saw was Lando curled up under blankets—small and scared. “Shit…” The Aussie sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat and face softening into worry and regret.
Under the sheets, Lando was sniffling, making tiny noises and emitting small but noticeable hitches in his uneven breaths.
“Lando, I’m so sorry.” Oscar apologized, shutting the door behind him as he stepped closer to the Brit’s bed. He looked so little and scared; it broke Oscar’s heart.
But Lando didn’t respond, the blankets trembling where they cuddled his skin. The room light was still on, casting a pale yellow glow on Lando’s bedsheets.
For a moment, Oscar didn’t move. He instead stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the boy he’d grown way too attached to in less than a day—now scared and shaking instead of lively and energetic.
“I didn’t mean to run off like that.” Oscar finally spoke, his own voice soft and a bit shaky. “I was just embarrassed and a bit frightened.” He stared at his own feet. “But it’s not your fault.” He quickly added.
Lando stayed silent except for his muffled cries that seemed to be getting less and less violent.
For a long while, Oscar stayed frozen. He didn’t move at all, listening as Lando began to calm down.
“It’s okay.” Lando squeaked, voice hoarse and rough from crying.
Oscar’s head immediately snapped up, finding the other boy peeking out from the covers. His eyes were red and still a bit watery, hair rumpled from being buried under blankets in the most adorable way possible.
Smiling sadly, Oscar crouched beside Lando’s bed. “You don’t need to say that, but thanks.” The Aussie murmured, fingers clutching the mattress.
Shaking his head, Lando sat up to look down at Oscar. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.” He returned Oscar’s slight tilt of lips. “I understand why you did what you did, and I forgive you.”
“Wanna take a shower?” Oscar offered. “That might make you feel better.”
A genuine smile spread across Lando’s face as he nodded thankfully. “Yes, please. Thank you, Oscar.”
Oscar grinned back as he stood up. “Yeah, of course.” He turned towards the bathroom door. “I’ll start it now. Temperature?”
But Lando had already gotten to his feet, stepping past Oscar. “Uhh… the way I do it is very specific. I’ll do it by myself. But thanks, really.” Lando gave Oscar a polite and apologetic smile as he passed him to enter the bathroom.
“Ah, okay.” Oscar watched Lando go, stepping back to his own bed. He began to get ready to sleep, pulling on his pajamas as he listened to running water from the other room.
When Lando stepped out of the shower, Oscar’s heart stuttered.
Apparently, not only Lando’s biceps were strong, but the rest of his body was ripped. He had muscly legs and veins prominent along his lower legs. And his abs? Yeah, no. Oscar was not okay. Water pooled in the hollow of Lando’s collarbone, dripping down his toned body.
When Oscar’s eyes finally snapped up to Lando’s face, that sight was just as devastating. His face was flushed from the warmth of the shower, droplets caught in ridiculously long eyelashes that glimmered in the faint light of the TV Oscar had turned on and his bedside lamp. Lando’s stupid lashes fluttered in the most endearing way possible when his wide eyes blinked. Meanwhile, his hair was damp, soft, messy, perfect…
Oscar watched Lando reach for boxers in his dresser drawers, tugging them on beneath the towel before letting the fabric fall to the carpeted ground.
“Ah, fuck.” Lando growled, staring at his closet.
Immediately looking past Lando, Oscar couldn’t quite place what the other boy was looking at. “What’s wrong?” The Aussie asked, already bracing himself to stand up and help if needed.
“I forgot my only other comfy hoodie,” Lando huffed, “I always sleep in a hoodie, but they have to be cotton.”
Even though Oscar knew it was a stupid idea, he instantly began to look for his own stupidly soft cotton hoodie. The Aussie was at his closet in seconds, pulling out the fluffy fabric. It was navy and plain, not much design or color and tossed it to Lando.
“Here, you can wear mine. I don’t mind.”
Lando’s face turned redder, but Oscar just assumed it was from the shower or some mix of embarrassment and nervousness. “Th-thanks.” The Brit stuttered, smiling in a stupid flustered way that made Oscar’s heart do backflips.
Simply nodding, Oscar began to head for the bathroom. “Leave any warm water for me?” He teased, glancing back at Lando.
The other boy snorted, rolling his eyes playfully with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah.” He sighed dramatically. “I’m not that much of a shower hog!”
But Oscar barely heard it. Lando was drowning in his oversized hoodie, the fabric hanging loose on his not only shorter but skinnier body. The Brit was looking unfairly, utterly gorgeous in the dim light. The deep blue of the hoodie went ridiculously well with the deep brown of Lando’s eyes and tan of his toned complexion.
“I-haha, yeah. Thanks.” The Aussie eventually managed to sputter out, quickly locking the bathroom door shut the second he got past the threshold.
Oscar showered quickly, trying to shake off the image of Lando in just a towel, then completely enveloped in his large hoodie.
When Oscar got out of the shower, he ruffled his hair dry with a towel before tightening it around his waist. He brushed his teeth and did everything he needed to do in the bathroom before heading out into the bedroom.
To Oscar’s surprise, he caught Lando staring more than once or even twice as he pulled on boxers and pajama pants.
“Wanna watch a show before we sleep?” Oscar offered. “Or when do you go to bed?”
Lando shrugged, setting down his phone. “Well, what time is it?” He asked.
Checking his phone, Oscar was surprised to find that it was already quite late. “9:26.” He replied.
Shrugging, Lando pulled the blankets over him. “Whatever you want.” He yawned, voice slightly slurred as his eyes shut and mouth stretched wide open.
For a moment Oscar stared at the way Lando’s jaw muscles flexed when he yawned before turning his attention to the remote on his bedside. He grabbed the black plastic, pointing it at the widescreen TV to turn on some black screen video with rain.
“Is this okay? I can change it or turn it off if you’d like.” Oscar fluffed up his pillows before pulling the blankets over himself.
Lando was doing the same, cozying up under the covers. “Nah, I like this.”
After a minute of silence, Oscar decided to speak. “Goodnight, Lando. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Have a better night, bitch.” Lando teased, but his voice was soft. “And not if I see you first~” He yawned in a sing-songy voice.
Oscar snorted before drifting to sleep, his dreams already plagued with Lando.