Operation Falling For The Cover Story

I Would Do It Again

Everyone got back to their hotel rooms, Charles offered to look after Max so Daniel went to sleep over at Pierre's room.

Lando and Oscar entered their hotel room, their steps unsteady from the night's ordeal.
Oscar guided Lando to the bed, exhaustion etched on his face.

As Oscar tended to Lando's injuries, he retrieved a med kit from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gazed at Lando with a mix of concern and tenderness in his eyes.

"Can you take off the shirt for me?" Oscar asked, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Lando nodded, slowly sitting up and pulling the shirt over his head. His bruised abs flexed slightly as he removed the garment, a sight that made Oscar momentarily lose his train of thought. Shaking off the distraction, he turned his attention back to the med kit, pulling out the necessary supplies to clean and treat Lando's wounds.

Oscar's hands moved gently but with precision as he cleaned the cuts and bruises on Lando's torso. He couldn't help but notice the contours of Lando's body, the way he winced occasionally, and the fading adrenaline that still lingered in the room.
As Oscar cleaned Lando's wounds, the room was steeped in a palpable tension. The dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, intensifying the connection between the two men.

Oscar's touch was gentle, and as he worked on Lando's battered body, there was a silent exchange of emotions in the air. Lando's breath hitched when Oscar's fingers traced the cuts and bruises on his stomach, sending shivers down his spine.
The bruises on Lando's arms and hands were an angry reminder of the ordeal he'd endured, but Oscar's tender care offered a soothing contrast. As he cleaned the wounds, their eyes locked, the unspoken understanding and desire hanging heavily in the air.

Oscar's fingers brushed against Lando's busted lip, and it stirred something deep within both of them. Lando's heart raced, and his gaze flickered with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. Oscar's close proximity, his warm breath ghosting over Lando's skin, only added to the growing tension.
Every touch, every fleeting moment, seemed charged with an unspoken yearning.

Oscar's eyes met Lando's, and the intensity of their connection deepened, unspoken words echoing between them. The room held a magnetic allure, and the silence was filled with the weight of the emotions they dared not speak.

In the hushed ambiance of their hotel room, the air simmered with unspoken desires. As Oscar tended to Lando's wounds, the room became an intimate cocoon of shared moments and lingering tension.
As their eyes locked, Lando's thumb gently caressed Oscar's cheek, his fingers traced the outline of Oscar's lips. Unable to resist the pull any longer, he leaned in, capturing Oscar's lips in a soft yet demanding kiss.

Their mouths met, the sensation electric, a slow burn of desire that had been building over time. Lando deepened the kiss, the taste of Oscar's lips intoxicating, a hunger that coursed through his veins.

As they continued to kiss, their breaths quickened. Lando's lips trailed down, pressing soft kisses along Oscar's neck. With a muffled sigh, he murmured, "We shouldn't be doing this."

Oscar's response was a quiet "Yeah," his breath hitching as Lando's lips caressed his sensitive skin. The turmoil in the air was undeniable, each touch, each kiss, an invitation they couldn't ignore
Lando's voice, low and filled with temptation, whispered, "Tell me to stop."

But Oscar's response was not a plea for restraint. Instead, he muttered, "I can't," and his lips found Lando's again in a fiery kiss. The hesitations and boundaries dissolved as their mouths fervently met, an undeniable connection forged in the heat of the moment.

It evolved into a passionate, heated makeout session, a long-standing longing unleashed between them. Their lips and tongues danced in perfect harmony, the weight of the night's chaos transforming into a shared hunger that they couldn't deny any longer.