Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU

Revelation

Logan stirred awake the next morning, feeling the weight of yesterday's events still lingering over him. He had spent most of the night tossing and turning, the conversation with Max echoing in his mind. It had been a restless sleep, filled with fragmented dreams and half-formed thoughts. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing softly.

Oscar's cheerful voice cut through the quiet apartment. "Good morning, sleepyhead!"

Logan sat up in bed, blinking as he tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Morning, Oscar."

Oscar walked into the bedroom carrying a tray with breakfast—freshly baked croissants, fruit, and a steaming pot of coffee. He set the tray down on the bedside table and grinned at Logan. "I thought you could use a little pick-me-up."

Logan managed a grateful smile. "You're a lifesaver. Thanks."

Oscar sat down on the edge of the bed as Logan reached for a croissant. "So, how are you feeling today? Still processing everything?"

Logan took a bite, savoring the flaky pastry as he contemplated his answer. "Yeah, a bit. I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything. It's just been a lot to take in."

Oscar nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine. It's been a whirlwind for sure. But if you need to talk or just want some company, I'm here."

Logan appreciated the offer. "Thanks. I think I'll take it easy today. I'm not ready to dive back into the paddock just yet."

"Sounds good," Oscar said, getting up and grabbing the remote. "How about we catch up on the qualifying? I'm curious to see how everyone performed."

Logan nodded, settling back into the pillows as Oscar turned on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing the highlights of the morning's qualifying sessions. The commentary was lively, but Logan's mind was elsewhere, trying to process his feelings and the unexpected turns his life had taken recently.

As they watched the qualifying results unfold, the apartment was filled with the sound of excited commentators and the occasional comment from Oscar about the drivers' performances. Logan tried to focus on the screen, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the night he spent with Max and Charles.

The day passed in a comfortable haze, with the two friends chatting about the race and their plans for the future. It was a pleasant distraction, but as the evening approached, Logan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of apprehension.

When evening fell, Logan had just settled on the couch with a book when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw Charles's name flashing on the screen. His heart skipped a beat—he hadn't expected to hear from either of the drivers so soon. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, he answered the call.

"Hey, Charles," Logan said cautiously.

On the other end of the line, Charles's voice was slurred, and there was a noticeable lack of clarity. "Logan! Hey, it's Charles. How are you?"

Logan could tell that Charles was drunk, and it brought a faint smile to his face despite the circumstances. "I'm doing okay. How about you? You sound... well, a bit tipsy."

Charles chuckled softly. "Yeah, maybe a little. I've had a few drinks. Just wanted to call and say hi. I've been thinking about you, you know."

Logan's heart softened at Charles's words. "Oh? What's on your mind?"

Charles sighed deeply. "I've been missing you, Logan. The night when we really met was... unforgettable. I keep thinking about how great it was, how you looked down on me, how you tasted. I just... I wanted to let you know that."

Logan felt a stir of something at Charles's admission. Despite the emotional turmoil, he couldn't deny that he missed their time together as well. "It was a good night. I've been thinking about it too." He carefully admitted.

Charles's voice grew more animated, the alcohol making him more candid. "Really? I'm glad. I know we had a great time, and I want to see you again. I wish you were here with us now."

Logan hesitated, the weight of their previous conversation and the lingering uncertainties making him wary. "I'm not sure, Charles. I'm still processing everything from before."

There was a pause on the other end, and Logan could hear Charles mumbling to someone else in the background. The sound of Max's voice came through faintly before Charles spoke again. "Sorry, Logan. Max is here with me. He wants to talk to you too."

Logan's heart raced. "Yeah, put him on."

The phone was passed, and Max's voice came through, calmer but tinged with concern. "Hey, Logan."

"Hey, Max," Logan replied. "Charles was just telling me he misses me."

Max chuckled softly. "Yeah, he's a bit drunk. We both are. We know we messed up, and we really want to make things right. We are really sorry, and I am sorry for calling again. I know you want some space from us."

Logan sighed, feeling the weight of the past days settle heavily on his shoulders. "It's a lot to take in." He couldn't help notice they way he relaxed while talking to Max or how his the memories of Charles sucking him off made him hard again.

"I understand," Max said gently. "We didn't mean to push you into anything. We just wanted you to know that our feelings for you are genuine. Charles might be a bit tipsy right now, but he means what he says. And so do I."

Logan was silent for a moment, considering his response. "I appreciate your honesty. I guess... I do miss you guys too. It's just hard to figure out what's real and what's not."

Max's voice was reassuring. "I get that. We're not asking for anything right now, just that you take your time. But if you want to come by the hotel tonight, we'd love to see you. It's up to you."

Logan thought about it, weighing his options. The idea of seeing them again, now understanding where he stood, was tempting. 

Finally, he made up his mind. "Okay, I'll come by."

Max sounded relieved. "Really? Oh great, let me just tell Charles and then I'll send you the information, yes?"

Logan ended the call and took a deep breath. He felt a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, but he was willing to face it head-on.

Oscar returned to the apartment shortly after, a wide grin on his face. "So, what's the plan? Ready to hit the town?"

Logan looked up, his expression thoughtful. "Actually, I'm going to head out. I've decided to visit Max and Charles at their hotel."

Oscar's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh? Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Logan nodded, determination in his eyes. "I need to figure things out for myself. Like you said, a fling with those two doesn't sound bad at all. And maybe since I know what it is I wont be heart broken, I mean I know whats coming and this is something only for this weekend."

Oscar's expression softened, and he placed a supportive hand on Logan's shoulder. "Okay. Be careful, and remember, I'm just a call away if you need me."

"I will," Logan said, giving Oscar a grateful smile.

With that, Logan gathered his things and headed out. The drive to the hotel was filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. As he approached the hotel, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever awaited him.