Then, out of nowhere, Oscar waves at him from across the way—he's talking to Max. Logan's heart races as he walks over, feeling awkward and nervous.
"Hello, Logan, glad you could make it," Max greets him with a smirk. Logan stammers a thanks, while Oscar chimes in, thanking Max for the passes and mentioning he's a big fan.
Max chuckles. "Yeah, I thought Logan should be in on the fun this time."
Logan blushes, and Oscar laughs, but there's an understanding between them that's impossible to ignore. They retreat to watch the race, but Logan's mind is elsewhere, replaying Max's words over and over. They his blue eyes had sparked mischievously as they looked at him.
Oscar finally gets his chance to talk to Lando and Logan is surprised on how well these two hit it off. The Birton seamed to be, or at least is a good actor, interested in Oscar words. Logan stood next to them, back turned towards the couple giving them some space while he just kept watching the paddock.
After the day, they figure out where the drivers will be celebrating and decide to check it out. The club is packed, and when Lando spots Oscar and pulls him into the VIP section, Logan feels a pang of envy but also pride. Oscar finally gets his moment, and Logan's left alone, trying to figure out his next move.
At the bar, Logan downs a few drinks, lost in thought. He's about to head to the bathroom when Max and Charles walk in too. Max locks the door behind them, and Logan's heart skips a beat.
"Hi," Logan squeaks, feeling like he's in over his head.
Charles steps close, whispering in his ear. "So glad you could make it, cherie."
Logan's mind races, trying to process what's happening. Max and Charles exchange a look, then Max hands Logan a keycard.
"Same hotel as last time. Room 1012. Don't take too long," Max says with a smirk.
Logan is stunned as they leave, clutching the keycard in his hand. After a few more shots at the bar, he finds himself in a taxi, heading to the hotel, unable to believe this is really happening.
When he arrives, the air is thick with humidity, but he barely notices. He's too focused on the keycard burning a hole in his pocket. He reaches room 1012 and takes a deep breath before knocking.
Charles opens the door, smiling. "Logan! You made it, please come in."
Logan steps inside, still trying to wrap his head around what's happening. Max is pouring drinks, and Logan can't help but think about what he's witnessed before. The intimacy of it all is overwhelming.
They sit, and Max asks about the race. Logan stumbles through an answer, feeling out of place. But when Max and Charles start to tease him, he realizes this is exactly where he's meant to be.
"We had such a good time," Max says, inching closer to Charles. "And Charles practically begged me to get you here again."
Logan's heart races as he watches them, knowing that whatever happens next, it's going to be unforgettable.
Max leans in, locking eyes with Logan. "We want you to watch. Again."
Logan can barely process the words, his hands trembling as he puts down his drink. He knew they wanted something, but this—this was beyond anything he'd imagined.
"Okay, and what do I get from this?" Logan asks, his voice shaking.
Max laughs, his hand sliding up Charles' thigh. "You'll see."
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Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU
FanfictionLogan Sargeant never expected to find himself tangled in a web of desire with two of Formula 1's biggest stars, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc. What starts as a simple night out quickly escalates into something far more intense and unforgettable...