Logan Sargeant x Male OC x Lando Norris (Polyamorous)
Warning ⚠️: I'm new to Formula 1. Most information may be wrong. Also, Smut, Swearing, Google Translate, etc.
Kawayan Flores Bautista has been put in the center of the Formula 1 media. He has bee...
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~Kawayan's POV~
I lied to Lando.
I lied to Lando.
I lied to Lando.
After being in my driver's room for a few more minutes, I told him I had media filming tonight because I didn't exactly feel comfortable around him right now. I don't know when I would be able to shake this feeling. There was a weird shiver going through my body when Lando kissed me; that's why I asked him if we could stop kissing for the rest of the night. It was heartbreaking to tell him that. I maybe don't want to kiss him at all until I process what he said to me. It's weird; I've been kissing Lando for so long that it would be difficult to resist him.
It's all one big confusing fucking mess.
Not to mention my random spurs of trauma since the yacht outing. I still don't know what's going on with that. You would think it would prove to be difficult to sleep right after the traumatic experience, but it only happened on my first night in Japan. It happened next to Lando, and I've taken a nap next to Lando while we were still on the yacht. I even fell asleep on the plane ride here, so you would think I am fine. I really don't know. Being out on the track usually helps me clear my head of anything and everything, but it only made me feel like I'm drowning again. Being in my balaclava and race helmet made me feel like I didn't have room to breathe as well. I didn't know how I got through FP3 and quali just to get P5.
It's too much.
It's too much.
It's too much.
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Carlos didn't say how I should dress for this dinner I'm going to have with him and Charles. Do I dress to impress the Ferrari men? Or do I just dress however I want? I've been in my hotel room for about 30 minutes, trying on a bunch of different outfits that don't satisfy my liking. Funny, I should be freaking out like this when I'm getting ready for a first date with Lando. I had shaken my head of the thought when I took off my casual blazer. This Lando thing is fucking me up; that's why I'm going out without him. Albeit with his best friend, but I'm going to make sure Carlos swears he doesn't tell Lando. Charles too.
I try on another 4 outfits before I get extremely annoyed with myself, not knowing how I should dress for this dinner. My back comes in contact with my bed, not bothering to change out of my current clothes. It was hopeless. I can't dress myself for shit. "Kawayan?" I heard a voice from outside of my hotel room. It didn't sound like Lando, so I got up to look through the peephole just in case I had to get out of my quote on fancy clothes. "What're you doing here, Pierre?" I said when I opened the door for him to push past me to get inside. The Frenchman seemed to be chipper tonight. "Sure, come in; make yourself comfortable." I said it sarcastically as I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me. Now he's going to see the huge mess I made in my room. Great.
