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A sunray shines directly into his eyes through the gap between curtains. Oscar frowns, but doesn't open his eyes, trying to fall asleep again. It's too early to get up.
He hears the click of the camera. He is tired of this sound constantly surrounding him as soon as he gets near the paddock. Annoying journalists, fans, but he knows this sound, different, special, from his most important fan.
Oscar opens one eye, and as expected, sees Lando right above him with a camera in his hands. He's really trying not to fall and disturb his sleeping boyfriend, but he's not very good at it. As always.
Lando takes another picture, just as Oscar is smiling sleepily, watching his desperate attempts to get a good shot. In general, any frame where there is Oscar is good for Lando. But this photo is from that very special collection that makes the heart beat faster and think about how much he is in love with this boy, and how much this boy is in love with him.
Lando definitely loves this type of photos, when Oscar does not notice and does not try to hide his gaze – full of love and tenderness.
Tenderness is the word that describes him so well.
"Come here," Oscar takes his hand, pulling him towards him, forcing him to lie down.
"Did I wake you up?" Lando bats his eyelashes, innocently looking at the Australian, making himself comfortable by his side.
"No. The sun." Oscar watches as Lando looking at photos and clicking the buttons on his favorite camera.
"So it's me anyway," Lando chuckles, referring to himself. Oscar just rolls his eyes, trying to look annoyed by such a joke, but a wide smile spreads across his face.
"I definitely won't mind being woken up by my sun." He pulls Lando closer, making him squeak.
Oscar wants to enjoy these moments in a warm bed, inhaling the scent of his beloved boy, burying the nose in the crook of his neck. His skin is so warm and soft, smells of sun and sea – like home.
Lando doesn't stop looking at the photos. He clicks the button again, and yesterday's pics appear on the little screen. They were on the beach together. A photo of the sea, warm white sand and a drawn heart, the next one is Oscar, who added "L + O" in the middle and was very proud of his drawing with his usual thumbs up pose. Lando, just out of the water, with wet curls, and drops of water on his shoulders and neck, sparkling in the sunlight. Oscar, with his slightly burnt face, just because he fell asleep in the sun again.
"I will print it out and show it to our grandkids when you get old and gray, so that they will see you the way I see you now." Lando suddenly says after a few minutes of silence, and Oscar frowns.
"Grandkids?" He asks again, raising his head and peering intently at Lando, who is still scrolling through the photos. He didn't seem to pay any attention to what he had just said.
"Yes? Why not?" Lando says it so casually, as if they've always talked about it. And they never talked about the future – it seemed ridiculous and far away, and Oscar never hoped for anything more than such a relationship they have now, with secret dates and no touches in public. No one was ever supposed to find out, and then Lando suddenly talks about kids. To be honest, Lando always seemed more careless and not ready for a family.
But Oscar doesn't want to spoil the moment. He'll think about it later, maybe they'll even talk about it, but right now he just wants to dive into these sweet dreams that he didn't dare to think about before.
"Well, it's great that there are photos of you too, because you will also grow old and gray."
"Hey!" Lando pouts, elbowing him in the side, but Oscar just laughs.
The Australian takes the camera and carefully puts it on the bedside table, despite Lando's grumbling.
"I want to see all pics!" He protests and reaches for the camera again, but Oscar grabs his wrists and falls on top of him.
"And I want to sleep. So please lie still." Lando frowns, and Oscar lets go of his hands, turning to his side of the bed again. "Or you can go, if you want. Just let me get some more sleep."
Oscar knows perfectly well that he's not going anywhere. Lando mumbles something, moving closer, pressing his whole body into his boyfriend, wrapping his arm around his waist and throwing his leg over. As if his boyfriend could escape somewhere. Oscar grins, hugging him back even closer, as close as it is physically possible.
For the first time, Oscar allows himself to think about the future. About the future where they are together, although it seems so unreal. Maybe when they retire together, they will no longer be surrounded by journalists and it won't threaten their careers...
Lando is already sniffing softly on his chest, as usual, completely not caring what he said or how long Oscar will think about it. Maybe he was just joking. Oscar doesn't want to think about it, because it... hurts, and brings tears to his eyes. He blinks, not even understanding why he suddenly wanted to cry, and why does he even care about this so much.
Everything they have now can end at any moment, and Oscar understands this perfectly well. He sighs, watching the snoring Lando with a slight sadness. His soft curls tickle his chest and neck, and Oscar removes a couple of strands from his face, kissing his boyfriend on the top of his head.
Even if it all ends, at least he'll still have the photographs.