Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

puppy Love

It was one of those rare mornings when neither of them had to rush anywhere. The sunlight filtered lazily through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden patterns on the walls. Logan stirred first, his head still tucked against Lando's chest, where he had fallen asleep the night before.

Lando's arms tightened instinctively around him, even in his sleep, and Logan smiled, not wanting to move. The slow, steady beat of Lando's heart was soothing, like the world could wait just a little longer before demanding anything from them.

"Morning," Logan mumbled eventually, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Lando groaned softly, burying his face into Logan's hair. "No. Not yet."

"Lando, it's almost nine," Logan teased, but he didn't make any effort to shift away.

"So?" came the groggy reply. "We don't have to be anywhere. Let me enjoy this."

Logan chuckled, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on Lando's arm. "Okay, fine. Five more minutes."

"Make it ten," Lando bargained, peeking one eye open. "You're too comfy to let go of."

Logan couldn't help but laugh, his chest shaking against Lando. Moments like these were rare and precious, and he savored every second of them.

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Eventually, hunger won out, and Logan found himself sitting on the kitchen counter, watching Lando move around like he owned the place—which he technically did.

"You're going to make me breakfast?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow as Lando cracked an egg into the frying pan with exaggerated flair.

"Make you breakfast? Logan, I am about to prepare the breakfast. A masterpiece," Lando said, grinning. "You'll tell your grandkids about this meal."

Logan snorted. "Sure. 'Your grandpa once made me slightly burnt eggs and toast.'"

Lando gasped in mock offense, holding a hand to his chest. "How dare you doubt my culinary skills? You're banned from the kitchen. Out. Shoo."

Logan laughed, but he stayed perched on the counter, swinging his legs. He loved watching Lando like this—so relaxed, so effortlessly himself.

When the "masterpiece" was done—slightly burnt toast included—they sat at the tiny dining table, sharing bites and stealing kisses in between.

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After breakfast, Lando pulled Logan toward the couch, flopping down dramatically and dragging Logan with him.

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around Logan and pulling him close. "We've been running around so much lately. I just want today to be about us. No distractions."

Logan leaned into him, sighing contentedly. "Sounds perfect."

They spent the next few hours doing absolutely nothing. Lando played with Logan's hair, Logan teased Lando about his endless Instagram notifications, and they both scrolled through old photos on Lando's phone, laughing at the ridiculous ones.

At some point, Logan sat up. "Hey, remember that time in Silverstone? When you dared me to prank Oscar?"

Lando smirked. "You mean the time you accidentally pranked Carlos instead?"

"Don't bring that up," Logan groaned, but he was laughing.

"Carlos still doesn't trust you with his water bottles," Lando teased, grinning.

They stayed like that for hours, reminiscing, teasing, and just being. It was the kind of day Logan hadn't realized he needed—a reminder of all the good things, the reasons to smile, the love that anchored him.