Logan Sargeant One-Shots || Taking Requests!

An Alarming Welcome

Logan, your boyfriend of 2 years, and best friend since high school was going to be flying home for the Miami Grand Prix in a week. Though you weren't able to attend most of his races throughout the year, you were obviously able to attend this one. You had fond memories of watching Logan's karting races and seeing him move to Europe to pursue racing further. The two of you had kept in touch, since your parents were friends. Fast forward a couple years, now you had a career in finance, he had a seat in F1, and you both shared an apartment in Fort Lauderdale that you mainly lived in.

The last you had heard from him was a couple days ago, letting you know he was going to be in England on the sim for the next couple of days. You didn't give this any thought, since he was typically away for sim practice even on non race weekends.

You were in the living room, working on work reports remotely. You weren't expecting any visitors, and Logan wasn't going to be home until next week..or so you thought. Sitting on the couch with a podcast playing in the background, you heard the lock on the door click. You quickly set your laptop to the side, caught off guard by the noise at the door. As you grabbed your pepper spray from your purse in the entryway, the door opened, and you panicked, pushing down on the trigger of the small can. 

"Hey babe, I'm home-" a very familiar voice coughed behind the fog of the spray.

The irritating mist filled the air, the intoxicating chemicals even making you cough. Luckily your aim wasn't too good, considering the state of panic you were in. You ended up only having sprayed the wall and the door, however, Logan was coughing up a storm. You set the spray down, and started to air out the hallway.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you tried suppressing your laughter as you turned the standing fan towards the entryway, "I didn't think you'd be coming home so soon, are you okay?"

"I'm good, great even," he cleared his throat, setting his bags down to help you air out the apartment, "I just didn't expect to have such an...alarming welcome home," he chuckled, smiling through the pain of the mild burning in his throat. 

"No, but seriously, are you okay?" 

"Eh, my eyes are irritated, and my mouth is dry," he mentioned, opening the windows in the living room, "but it's nothing I've never felt before,"

"You sure? The stuff I sprayed was pretty strong,"

"Trust me babe, I'm good. Look, if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to talk to you, let alone look at your beautiful face," 

"Maybe I should've aimed for your face," you laughed, turning on another fan in the apartment. 

After fifteen minutes, opening many windows, turning on all the fans, and leaving the front door open, the two of you had finally aired out the apartment. This was the first time you had ever used your pepper spray since buying it a couple months ago, and you realized how severe it was. The only room in the house that was completely pepper spray free was the bedroom. You flopped on the bed, forgetting about the reports you were finishing up on your laptop in the living room. They could wait anyways, you had more pressing matters. 

"Ah fuck, I think you got some of it on my shirt," Logan sighed, looking down at the oily stain on the side of his shoulder, as he walked into the room. 

"At least I didn't spray it in your face," you sassily replied, the Florida heat getting to your head, now that the open windows welcomed the hot and humid air. 

Pulling his shirt over his head, you saw his defined abs; a sight you missed after not seeing him for two months.

"For free?' you smirked, looking over at him.

"What?" he froze, thrown off by your flirtatious comment. 

"Oh yeah, and it's all yours, for the next two weeks," he cheekily replied, winking as he walked to the laundry hamper. It took him a second to realize he should play along, but he got there. 

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