Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

aftermath Logan

After the chaotic meeting with Seb, Logan had stormed out of the room, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. The jab from Yuki about Fernando had hit closer to home than he'd like to admit.

The worst was the way Fernando had looked at him as he passed the Spaniard on his way out of the room- he had heard. The blonde wandered the halls for a while, trying to clear his head, before finally retreating to his room.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair, he heard a soft knock on the door. Before he could answer, the door creaked open, and Fernando stepped inside, his expression a mix of concern and quiet determination.

"Logan," Fernando said, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay?"

Logan looked up, surprised to see Fernando there. He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the vulnerability in his eyes was hard to miss. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... Yuki being Yuki, you know?"

Fernando nodded, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. "Yuki's comment bothered you," he said gently, not as a question but a statement. His gaze was steady, searching Logan's face for the truth.

Logan sighed, dropping the act. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "It's just... everyone's always making jokes, but sometimes it feels like there's a bit of truth in them, you know?"

Fernando was silent for a moment, then he reached out, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Listen to me," he said, his tone firm but warm. "People will always talk, they'll always joke, especially in this group. But what matters is what you and I think—what we feel."

Logan turned to look at him, searching his eyes for reassurance. "And what do we feel, Nando?"

Fernando's expression softened as he leaned in, his hand sliding from Logan's shoulder to gently cup his cheek. "I think," he began, his voice low and sincere, "that we should stop worrying about what everyone else says and just focus on what's happening between us."

Logan's breath caught in his throat as Fernando's words sank in. The tension that had been building for weeks, the unspoken feelings and the shared glances, all seemed to come to a head in that moment.

"Are you saying..." Logan started, his heart pounding in his chest.

Fernando smiled, a rare, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Yes, Logan. I'm saying that I care about you—a lot. And if you're ready, I'd like to see where this goes."

Logan's face broke into a grin, relief and happiness flooding through him. "I'd like that too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Fernando leaned in, capturing Logan's lips in a soft, deliberate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of new beginnings, and of the trust they were placing in each other.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little heavier, but the tension in the room had dissolved into something warmer, more intimate.

"I guess we'll have to deal with more teasing now," Logan said with a chuckle, resting his forehead against Fernando's.

Fernando smirked, his thumb brushing lightly over Logan's cheek. "Let them tease. As long as you're by my side, I don't care."

Logan smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Me neither."

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet moment together, before Fernando finally spoke again.

"Let's get some rest," he suggested, his voice soft. "We've got a big day tomorrow."

Logan nodded, feeling content as he lay back on the bed, pulling Fernando down with him. They settled into a comfortable position, with Fernando's arm draped over Logan's waist, their fingers entwined.