Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU

Morning after

Logan woke up with a dull ache in his head, a groan escaping his lips as he stretched out under the sheets. The sunlight filtering through the curtains was too bright, too early, and he buried his face in the pillow, trying to recapture the haze of sleep. But the memories of the previous night were too vivid to ignore, swirling around in his mind like fragments of a dream—Charles' smoldering gaze, Max's intense presence, the way Charles had taken him apart with just his mouth.

It all felt surreal, like something out of a fantasy. But the lingering soreness in his muscles and the faint scent of Charles' cologne on his skin reminded him that it was all too real.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling him back to the present. Logan reached for it, his heart skipping a beat as he saw a message from an unknown number.

**Unknown:** *Good morning, Logan. Hope you slept well. – Charles*

Logan's pulse quickened as he stared at the message. He hadn't expected to hear from them so soon, if at all. With a deep breath, he typed out a response, his fingers trembling slightly. Only then remembering that he hadn't left his number for them. How the fuck did they get it?

**Logan:** *Morning, Charles. I did, thank you. Last night was... I'm still processing it, to be honest.*

He decided to put the question about his number side for now. The reply came almost instantly.

**Charles:** *I'm glad to hear that. Max and I enjoyed ourselves too. We were wondering if you'd like to see us again, perhaps tonight?*

Logan's breath caught in his throat. They wanted to see him again. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. But as much as the idea thrilled him, he wasn't sure he was ready for another encounter so soon. He needed time to think, to figure out what he really wanted. The anxiety of what this meant ran deep.

**Logan:** *I'd love to see you both again, but tonight might be too soon. Maybe later this week? If your still in town and not busy*

This time, there was a slight pause before the next message arrived. He knew it probably was a big thing to ask of them, they were very busy athletes.

**Charles:** *Of course, whenever you're ready. Just let us know.*

Logan exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and anticipation flooding his system. He set his phone down and rolled out of bed, his mind still racing. What did this mean for him? Was he really going to get involved with two of the most famous drivers in the world? The thought was as intoxicating as it was daunting.

He shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in an attempt to clear his head. He couldn't help but wonder what Max and Charles wanted from him. Was this just a fling while they were in the city for them? Or was there something more? And most importantly, what did *he* want from them?

As he stood there, contemplating the myriad of questions swirling in his mind, the sound of a door closing reached his ears. Logan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dried his face before stepping out of the bathroom.

Oscar was back. Back from were actually?

"Morning," Oscar called out as he entered the apartment, his voice cheerful. He was carrying a couple of bags, looking every bit the man who had just had the time of his life.

"Hey," Logan replied, forcing a smile as he met Oscar in the kitchen. "How was it? You and Lando seemed... cozy."

Oscar grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he set the bags down on the counter. "Oh, man, you have no idea. Lando is incredible. I mean, I've always been a fan, but getting to know him off the track... It's like he's this whole other person."