Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

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Lando could barely contain himself as the plane touched down in Monaco. He’d barely slept, barely eaten properly—he was running on pure adrenaline and the thought of finally being back with Logan. Two weeks had felt like two years, and the ache in his chest had only gotten worse every night they spent apart.

Dragging his suitcase through the quiet apartment hallway, Lando's heart pounded. He hadn’t told Logan exactly when he’d be back, wanting to surprise him. He adjusted his cap nervously before unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The apartment was dimly lit, the warm glow of a lamp spilling into the living room. The familiar scent of Logan’s cologne mixed with something else—food? Lando smiled as he stepped further in, letting his suitcase roll to the side.

“Logan?” he called out softly, unsure if his boyfriend was even awake.

A shuffle from the kitchen answered him. A moment later, Logan appeared, holding a steaming mug of tea and wearing one of Lando’s oversized hoodies. His blonde hair was messy, his eyes a little wide from surprise.

“Lando!”

Before Lando could say a word, Logan set the mug down and practically launched himself into Lando’s arms. They collided with a soft thud, Lando’s arms wrapping tightly around Logan’s waist as the American buried his face in Lando’s neck.

“You’re back,” Logan whispered, his voice shaky.

“I’m back,” Lando murmured, holding him even tighter. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s temple, then another to his cheek, before finally pulling back just enough to look at him. “Missed me?”

Logan gave a watery laugh. “Like crazy.”

“Same.”

The intensity of the moment hit them both. Lando leaned in, capturing Logan’s lips in a kiss that was soft at first, then grew deeper and more desperate as all the longing of the past two weeks spilled out. Logan’s hands tangled in Lando’s hair, pulling him closer, while Lando’s grip on his waist tightened.

They stumbled toward the couch, neither wanting to break the kiss. Logan gasped softly as they collapsed onto the cushions, Lando hovering over him, his lips trailing down to his jaw and neck.

“I thought about this every night,” Lando murmured, his voice low and full of heat.

Logan’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled. “So did I.”

Lando pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning Logan’s face like he was memorizing every detail. “You’ve been okay, though? Really?”

Logan nodded, his hands sliding down to rest on Lando’s back. “Better now that you’re here.”

The words melted whatever restraint Lando had left. He kissed Logan again, this time slower but no less passionate. It wasn’t just about the heat—it was about everything they’d missed, every word left unsaid.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless but grinning like idiots.

“I brought you something,” Lando said suddenly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box.

“What’s this?” Logan asked, sitting up a bit.

“Just open it.”

Inside was a simple silver bracelet with a small charm shaped like a steering wheel. Logan stared at it, his eyes glistening.

“So you always have a little piece of racing with you,” Lando said softly.

Logan bit his lip, then slipped it on. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

They spent the rest of the evening tangled together on the couch, catching up on everything they hadn’t been able to say over the phone. The warmth of the apartment, the sound of their laughter, and the comfort of being in each other’s arms again made it feel like nothing else in the world mattered.

When they finally moved to the bedroom, it was with the same mix of longing and love. Every touch, every kiss, was a reminder of what they meant to each other. It wasn’t just about passion—it was about finding home in each other again.

And as they fell asleep that night, Lando holding Logan close, he knew that no matter how hard things got, they’d always find their way back to each other.

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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Lando woke first, his arms still wrapped tightly around Logan, who was curled into his chest, breathing softly. For a moment, Lando just lay there, soaking it all in—the warmth, the closeness, the quiet reminder that they were finally together again.

When Logan stirred, blinking up at him sleepily, Lando smiled.

“Morning,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Logan’s face.

“Morning,” Logan mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He snuggled closer for a moment before sighing. “Do we have to get up?”

Lando grinned. “We don’t have to, but I feel gross after yesterday. Shower?”

Logan groaned but nodded, reluctantly letting Lando pull him out of bed. Their fingers stayed intertwined as they made their way to the bathroom, neither wanting to let go for even a second.

Once inside, Lando turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up before pulling Logan in with him. The spray was hot, washing over them as steam began to fill the small space. Lando grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into his hands before gently massaging it into Logan’s hair.

“Lando, I can do that,” Logan protested weakly, though he didn’t stop him.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” Lando replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Logan sighed, leaning into Lando’s touch. It was intimate, but not in a rushed way—just slow, easy, and full of care. When Lando finished rinsing his hair, Logan returned the favor, his fingers careful as they worked through Lando’s curls.

They traded quiet smiles, soft laughter, and the occasional kiss as they soaped up and rinsed off. At one point, Lando couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist, holding him close as the water cascaded over them.

“I don’t want to leave you again,” Lando murmured against Logan’s shoulder.

“You won’t have to,” Logan replied, his voice steady despite the way his hands tightened on Lando’s arms. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Lando pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes searching Logan’s. He nodded, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

By the time they finally got out, their fingers were pruney, but neither cared. Wrapped in towels and each other’s warmth.