The drive back to the apartment was a quiet one, the hum of the engine and the occasional glance from Lando the only sounds breaking the stillness. Oscar sat beside Logan in the back seat, his arm resting reassuringly on his friend's shoulder. Logan stared out the window, lost in thought as the city lights blurred by.
When they finally reached their apartment, Logan stepped out of the car and took a deep breath of the cool evening air. It felt good to be back in a space that was familiar and comforting. Oscar followed him up to the door, his concern still evident.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Oscar asked as they entered the apartment. "Do you need anything before I head out?"
Logan managed a tired smile. "I'm fine, Oscar. Thanks for everything tonight. I just need some time to clear my head."
Oscar nodded, placing a reassuring hand on Logan's shoulder. "Okay. I'll be out with Lando for a bit, but if you need anything, just call or text. I'll be back later."
Logan watched as Oscar left, closing the door behind him. The apartment felt strangely empty without Oscar's presence, but the quiet was a welcome change. He moved through his routine, grabbing a glass of water and sitting down on the couch, letting the events of the day replay in his mind.
The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, anger, and finally, a tentative understanding. He appreciated Oscar's support more than he could put into words, and he was grateful for Lando's role in getting him safely back to the apartment. But now, as he sat alone in the dimly lit living room, he found himself grappling with the reality of his situation.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Max calling. He hesitated for a moment before answering, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
"Hey, Max," Logan said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Hey, Logan," Max's voice came through the speaker, calm and tentative. "I hope we're not catching you at a bad time."
Logan shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "No, it's fine. What's up?"
Max took a deep breath. "We just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Charles and I have been thinking about our conversation earlier, and we wanted to explain a bit more. If you're up for it."
Logan nodded, even though Max couldn't see him. "Sure, go ahead."
"We wanted to clarify something," Max began. "Charles and I, we have had our share of flings during race weekends. It's been a way for us to unwind, to have some fun. But that's all it was—just fun. We never intended to lead anyone on or make them feel like they were just another name on a list."
Charles's voice came through faintly in the background, adding, "We're really sorry if we gave you that impression. We didn't mean to. We genuinely like you, Logan. And we are sorry if we hurt you."
Logan took a deep breath, processing their words. "I appreciate the honesty. It's just that I'm still not sure what to make of everything. I understand the whole thing better now and my part in this, but I need more time to figure things out. And if I want this. I mean you two made me head spin but I already had a bad experience with being a fling and it didn't go well..."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Logan could hear the hesitation in Max's voice. "Of course. Take all the time you need. We just wanted you to know that we care about you, and we're here if you want to talk."
Logan nodded, though Max couldn't see him. "Thanks, Max. I'll think about it."
"Alright," Max said softly. "We'll be here. Talk to you soon, Logan."
The call ended, and Logan set his phone down on the coffee table. He leaned back on the couch, his mind swirling with thoughts. The conversation had clarified some things, but it hadn't resolved everything. He still had a lot of emotions to work through, and he needed time to process them.
He got up from the couch and walked to the window, looking out at the city lights. The quiet of the night was soothing, but it also gave him too much time to think. The thoughts of Max and Charles, their past habits, and the feelings he had for them all seemed to blend into a confusing mess.
Logan's phone buzzed again, breaking his reverie. This time it was a message from Oscar, letting him know that he and Lando were at a bar nearby and would be there for a while. Logan considered joining them but decided against it for the moment. He wasn't quite ready to socialize or drown his thoughts in alcohol.
Instead, he made himself a cup of tea and sat back down on the couch, trying to calm his racing mind. He flipped through a magazine absentmindedly, hoping that the distraction would help him clear his thoughts. The minutes ticked by slowly as he sipped his tea and tried to focus on something other than the turmoil in his head.
After a while, he finally felt some semblance of calm returning. He realized that he needed to approach this situation with patience and clarity. The feelings he had for Max and Charles were genuine, that's why he needed to protect himself from potential heartaches even more. It was a delicate balance between understanding their perspective and honoring his own emotional needs.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he could hear the faint sounds of the city outside—horns honking, people talking, the distant hum of traffic. It was a reminder that life continued, even when he felt stuck in a whirlwind of emotions.
Eventually, he decided it was time to try to get some sleep. He knew that a fresh perspective in the morning might help him make sense of everything. With one last look at his phone, he noticed that Oscar had sent another message, checking in to see if he was alright.
Logan texted back, letting Oscar know he was okay and thanking him again for his support. He set his phone down and turned off the lights, sinking into bed with a heavy heart but a renewed sense of determination. He needed to take things one step at a time, and that meant giving himself the space to think and heal.
As he drifted off to sleep, Logan hoped that in time, everything would become clearer. He knew that Max and Charles were sincere in their feelings, and he appreciated their honesty. But for now, he needed to focus on himself and figure out what he truly wanted and needed from this complicated situation.
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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...