Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU

Pierre

The next days passed in a blur for Logan, with the excitement and nerves of the race weekend keeping him on edge. The gifts from Max and Charles had only intensified his feelings of uncertainty. Each time he glanced at the bracelet, now tucked safely away in his drawer, he felt a pull toward something deeper—a connection that both thrilled and scared him.

Oscar had been a whirlwind of excitement, especially after his encounter with Lando. His energy was contagious, and it wasn't long before he convinced Logan to join him in watching the free practice sessions and Qualifying from the paddock.

"Come on, Logan," Oscar had insisted, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. "You've got the VIP passes. We can get up close to the action, see the cars, maybe even talk to some of the drivers. Plus, you can wear some of that merch Max and Charles sent you."

Logan had hesitated at first, but Oscar's excitement was hard to resist. Besides, he couldn't deny the allure of being back in that world, even if it meant facing the complicated feelings he had about Max and Charles.

So here they were, standing in the paddock, the roar of engines filling the air as the cars sped around the track. Logan could feel the energy buzzing all around him, the thrill of being so close to the action almost making him forget about his anxieties.

Almost.

Oscar was in his element, grinning from ear to ear as he watched the McLaren team prepare for the session. He had managed to snag them spots near the garage, where they had a perfect view of the pit lane and the activity within the garage itself.

"This is insane," Oscar said, his voice barely audible over the noise. "I can't believe we're actually here."

Logan nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. The thought of Max and Charles being so close by made his heart race for reasons entirely unrelated to the speed of the cars. He scanned the paddock, his eyes lingering on the Ferrari and Red Bull garages, wondering if he would catch a glimpse of them.

As the session ended and the cars returned to the pits, Oscar nudged Logan, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come on, let's go to the McLaren garage. Lando should be done soon, and I want to catch him before he disappears."

Logan hesitated. "Oscar, I don't know... Maybe we should just stay here."

"Nonsense," Oscar said, already leading the way. "You'll be fine. Besides, it's not like Max or Charles are going to see you hanging out at the McLaren garage. They'll be too busy with their debriefs."

Logan couldn't argue with that logic, and he found himself following Oscar through the bustling paddock, weaving between team members and equipment. When they reached the McLaren garage, Oscar's face lit up as he spotted Lando emerging from the car.

"There he is!" Oscar exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.

Lando noticed them and gave a small wave before walking over, his helmet tucked under his arm. "Hey, Oscar! Glad you could make it."

"Of course," Oscar replied, his smile wide. "You were incredible out there."

Logan hung back, feeling slightly out of place as Oscar and Lando exchanged a few more words. He was happy for his friend, but the awkwardness of the situation was beginning to settle in, especially as the garage's activity started to die down and the focus shifted elsewhere.

Lando noticed Logan lingering at the edge of the conversation and gave him a friendly nod. "Logan, right? Good to see you again."

"Yeah, you too," Logan replied, managing a smile.

Oscar turned to Logan, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey, Logan, would you mind if I chatted with Lando for a bit? I promise I won't be long."

Logan shook his head, waving them off. "No worries, take your time."

As Oscar and Lando wandered off to a quieter corner, Logan leaned against the garage's wall, trying to blend in with the background. He was only mildly successful; the VIP badge around his neck and the Red Bull cap he wore made him stand out just enough to draw attention.

"Not a McLaren fan, are you?" a voice suddenly asked from beside him.

Logan turned to see Pierre Gasly standing there, his arms crossed and a curious expression on his face. Logan's heart skipped a beat—Pierre was another name he knew well, though they'd never met.

"I... No, not really," Logan replied, feeling a little caught off guard. "Just here with a friend."

"Thought so," Pierre said, his gaze sweeping over Logan's outfit. "You've got Max and Charles written all over you."

Logan chuckled awkwardly, unsure of where this conversation was headed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Pierre studied him for a moment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "So, you're the one they've been spending time with."

Logan's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?"

Pierre shrugged, his tone casual but laced with something else "Max and Charles... They have a habit of inviting people into their little world when we're on the road. You're not the first, you know."

Logan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "I'm not... It's not like that."

Pierre raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Isn't it? They like to have company, especially when they're in the same city. Keeps things interesting, I suppose."

Logan shifted uncomfortably, feeling the need to escape the conversation. Pierre's words were hitting too close to home, stirring up doubts he wasn't ready to face. Was he just another fling for them? Someone to pass the time with until the next race?

Pierre seemed to sense Logan's discomfort and took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Just be careful, Logan. They're both great guys, but they know how to get what they want."

Logan's heart raced, a mix of anxiety and something else—something he couldn't quite place—filling his chest. He needed to get out of there.

"I... I should go," Logan stammered, backing away. "I need to find my friend."

Without waiting for a response, Logan turned and hurried away from the McLaren garage, his mind spinning. Pierre's words echoed in his head, fueling the uncertainty that had been growing since that first night with Max and Charles.

He needed to think, to get some space. But where could he go? The paddock was swarming with people, and the last thing he wanted was to run into Max or Charles right now. His eyes landed on the Red Bull hospitality suite—somewhere he knew he could find a bit of privacy, at least for a moment.

Logan ducked inside, finding a quiet corner to catch his breath. He could still feel the weight of Pierre's words pressing down on him, making him question everything he thought he knew about the situation. Were Max and Charles really just using him? And if they were, what did that mean for him?

He was lost in thought when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, Logan's heart skipped a beat as he saw Max's name on the screen.

**Max:** *Where are you?*

Logan hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he tried to decide what to say. His mind was a mess of conflicting emotions—desire, doubt, confusion.

**Logan:** *In the Red Bull hospitality.*

There was a brief pause before Max's next message came through.

**Max:** *Stay there. I'm coming to find you.*

Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he read the message. What was Max going to say? What did he want? And most importantly, was Logan ready to hear it?

He wasn't sure, but he knew one thing—he couldn't avoid Max forever. Whatever was going on between them, he had to face it, even if it meant confronting the feelings he'd been trying so hard to ignore.

As Logan waited, he couldn't help but wonder—was this just the beginning of something deeper, or was it the start of something that would leave him more lost than before? The answers, it seemed, were coming whether he was ready or not.