Fever Dream - spicy F1 fanfiction- LeclercxVerstappenxSargeant AU

spoiled

The first light of dawn seeped through the heavy curtains of the luxurious hotel suite, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. Logan stirred, feeling the weight of sleep lifting from his body. He blinked against the light, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before the events of the night before rushed back to him.

Next to him, Max was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. On the other side, Charles had already woken up, his eyes half-open, gazing at Logan with a lazy, satisfied smile.

"Morning," Charles whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Morning," Logan replied, his voice equally soft. He felt a mix of contentment and apprehension. The night had been intense, filled with a kind of passion and connection that he hadn't expected, but there was also an unspoken understanding between the three of them that this was temporary, just a fleeting moment shared over the weekend.

Max stirred then, waking up with a slight groan. "What time is it?" he mumbled, his hand fumbling on the nightstand for his phone.

"Early," Charles replied. "We have some time before we need to get ready."

Logan watched them, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. Despite the transient nature of what they had, there was a comfort in the way they moved around each other, a familiarity that hinted at the ease with which they had accepted this situation. He had expected awkwardness, but instead, there was only a relaxed atmosphere, as if they had known each other much longer than just a few days.

Max finally found his phone and squinted at the screen. "Yeah, we've got about an hour before we need to start moving."

Charles nodded, stretching his arms above his head. "Logan, you should stay and relax. Order some breakfast, enjoy the suite. We'll be back after the race."

Logan hesitated. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude..."

Max shook his head, shifting closer to Logan and resting a hand on his chest. "You're not intruding. We want you to stay. Besides, you deserve to be pampered a little."

Charles smirked, leaning over to kiss Logan's shoulder. "Exactly. Let us take care of you today. You've earned it after last night."

Logan chuckled, though a blush crept up his cheeks. He wasn't used to being the center of attention like this, especially not from two men who were so confident, so sure of themselves. But there was something intoxicating about the way they doted on him, making him feel wanted, cherished even, in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Max's phone buzzed with a notification, and he glanced at it before sighing. "We should probably get up soon, though. The track won't wait for us."

Logan nodded, trying to suppress the small pang of disappointment he felt at the idea of them leaving. He knew this wouldn't last, but part of him had hoped for a little more time with them, in this cocoon of warmth and affection.

Charles must have sensed his thoughts because he leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to Logan's lips. "We want you to come to the race again, today. Watch us from the VIP area. We'll arrange everything so you won't run into Pierre again, promise."

Logan blinked in surprise. "You want me to come back on Track?"

"Of course," Max said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "We want you there. You're part of this weekend, Logan. We're not just going to leave you behind."

Logan's heart swelled at their words. He hadn't expected this, hadn't thought they would want to include him again after the disaster of the last day.

"Okay," he said, his voice soft but filled with gratitude. "I'd love to come."