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Oscar does not care about a lot of things. Some may say he is the new Kimi Raikkonen, and about that, Oscar also could not be more careless.
He knows himself as a composed, calm, and serene person. Always being at the needed place at the exact time and with a little smile on his face so that no one could question his profession. Oscar is tranquil. Very much that is also as chaotic as Lando is. He is that much calm. Continuing the McLaren's balance.
But not when it comes to his fucking boyfriend, Logan fucking Sargeant. Logan makes Oscar lose all the thoughts in his mind, and the wires in his brain short-circuits when Logan is there. Moreover, when Logan is wearing the fucking race suit so low on his waist that Oscar wants himself to sit on his thigh and rub himself on it till he comes with moan muffling on Logan's neck- the sounds so obscene and vulgar that Oscar feels like a fucking pornstar when Logan fucks him.
Oscar is too fucking gone to realize the sounds he makes. But in his defense, he has nothing to do when Logan fucks him so good and so raw that Oscar can't remember his name or anything else other than the chorus of litany on the shape of Logan's name getting out of his mouth. Oscar thinks, maybe because anyone other than Logan hasn't fucked him that's why he feels that way- when they are fighting. But, then when Lando and George describe the way Carlos and Alex fucks the Brits, Oscar discovers- his sex with Logan is much better.
When Lando and George look at him with inquisitiveness in their eyes, Oscar stays noiseless which makes the two English men scrunch their noses thinking Oscar is mortified, while the case is he just can't explain how good Logan fucks- because his mind is anywhere but with him that he can think. And the aftermath is always- Logan being consistently too fucking soft and expressive.
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Logan passes the McLaren garage with one of the Williams staff. Talking something with a race suit low on his waist and hair tousled back, face red from the warm Hungary weather. Oscar is outside of their garage, Lando and him with Zak- debating nothing critical.
Oscar looks at the leaping white as it passes- hoping it would not be freaking Haas or something. It is Williams and it is his sweetheart- pretty boyfriend. And of course, Logan looks up when he passes the McLaren garage. He always does. Even when Oscar is inside the garage and in a corner where normal eyes are not visible. Logan always looks for Oscar in the paddock. Hoping for the warm heat budding in his embrace- despite knowing they can't do it. Oscar smiles a little as the blond passes him and Logan also does. And walks away with his companion. That's when Oscar's brain suddenly catches up to him. Reminding how the American was looking- so hot and ready to fuck.
Lando coughs and Oscar whips his head and averts his eyes away from Logan. Answering a useless question by Zak. Oscar zones out the whole conversation from there. Imagining Logan above him right now- thrusting and groaning as Oscar's nails tore apart his back.
Zak leaves them alone- to get ready for FP2 and Oscar walks like he's on a marathon to his driver's room. Slamming the door shut- he looks down at his already hard-on. Curses when he gets his dick out and gets his hands on it. Gripping softly - he debates on masturbating or fingering himself, then he settles on masturbation because Logan fingers Oscar the best, and Oscar might not be able to reach all the right places as the blond does.
He gets his hands on the dick more firmly and hisses out softly, fucking Logan and his antics for making Oscar hard on the paddock. Oscar thinks about the night before yesterday- when they both landed from London and Oscar asked Logan to fuck him senseless. Logan did- he always does. Always concedes to what Oscar wants, maybe he's afraid Oscar will leave him if he says no.
Oscar thinks back to the night, Logan's hand firm on his hips almost sufficient to leave bruises but still vague enough for Oscar to beg to hold him tighter. Logan's face was on Oscar's neck as Logan came with a shaky breath. Oscar's name is raw and geriatric on his mouth.
Oscar comes, with silent whispered moans of Logan's name on his lips. Oscar lets his head fall on the couch's armrest and drags his left hand on his hair, fixing the sweaty wet hair. Then he takes some tissues out of the box and cleans the mess as he calls Logan. The line rings five times and is about to end after another when Logan picks up. Voice fucking so resonant that Oscar again almost gets hard, "Hello Osc" Logan greets as Oscar shuffles on his race suit-trying to dry his body as fast as he can so he would be able to wear the suit again, "Hi Logan." Oscar says, voice off. Oscar hears some noises in the background as Logan asks, "Are you ok baby?" Oscar lets his head fall sideways again on the armrest as he hums, "Logan, what are you doing?" Logan sighs as he answers, "Nothing just reviewing through some data."
Oscar closes his eyes as he does not say anything back and listens to Logan's breath. Logan speaks up again, "Oscar, baby. Are you sure you're okay?" Oscar huffs out a breath as he sits up, this time keeping his head back on the small couch, he replies, "It's Logan. I saw you in your Race suit and it was hanging low on your waist and you looked so hot and mine that I want you to fuck me and now I am hard and thinking of you before a session." Oscar hears as Logan takes a sharp breath.
Then he chuckles and Oscar wants to smack him across the face because how dare he find Oscar's suffering that is caused by him funny. Oscar listens as Logan replies, "Don't worry. You'll get what you want tonight." Oscar bites his lips as he says, "Promise?" Logan laughs this time as he says, "Thousands times baby. Now, bye. I have to go. Love you." Oscar smiles as he replies, "Love you too." And Oscar waits as Logan hums and cuts the line.
As if on cue, Someone from the team also knocks on his door. Letting him know that their session starts in 15 minutes. Oscar stands up and starts to wear his suit again and sighs as he closes the neck of his race suit. Getting out of the small room to get inside the car.
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The day has been great. As good as a practice session can go. And Oscar slumps back on his bed letting out a moan as his body meets the mattress. Closing his eyes Oscar thinks back to the day and suddenly sits up. Blush deep on his cheeks as he remembers what Logan had said.
Oscar doesn't need a lot of preparation really, he's not going to brush his hair extra and put some perfume on specific parts of his body. Again.
But he gets up and walks over to his suitcase. Shuffling through it as he searches for the lube and condom hidden deep inside. He remembers Logan also packing- but the American puts it on top of his clothes with Oscar's hoodie not hard to locate. Like he is fucking proud. He is proud Oscar is the one he's fucking and he wants everyone to be aware of that.
Oscar does not care. It's not like he hasn't walked around the paddock with a bruise shape of Logan's mouth on his neck, hips, and thighs. Oscar is a prude when it comes to Logan. As long as it's not getting out of hands too much to get the blond into trouble- given him being raised in a pretty religious family. But Madelyn adores Oscar, she knows what Logan and Oscar are. She Never have been strict with Logan. At least about Oscar.
Three knocks come into Oscar's hotel door and Oscar does not need to open it. Because Logan will, And Logan does.
Oscar sits pristinely on the edge of his bed as Logan enters the room. Keeping his backpack by the door, Logan closes the door. Looks up and meets Oscar's eye. Oscar is already looking at him. Tracing his movements. Logan's face breaks into a grin as he walks over. Oscar's blush aggravates more if it's possible as a shy smile places them on his face.
Logan says, "Osc. Baby" It's a breathless greeting, suffocating for Oscar to breathe anything other than Logan. Oscar nods a slow- answering Logan's salutation when Logan slowly backward him on his back on the bed. Oscar settles. Crawls backwards as Logan unties his sneakers and walks over to the side of Oscar's side. Keeping his watch and wallet on the lamp table- the blond climbs into the bed.
Oscar opens his legs and waits for Logan to settle between them. They don't need to talk. Not really. They never had to. That's the perks of having a partner for so long. You know what they want, how they want it, and why they want it. And as Logan and Oscar have been together since 2019- 5 years is a long time when it comes to being in a relationship with a lot of hardships going on. Oscar won't ever go of Logan now. Not a chance.
If Logan offers- Oscar would not agree. And if Logan insists then Oscar will dig a grave and put himself and Logan on it- till they are so fitted together that Logan would not think about himself without Oscar being entangled in him.
As if Logan would ever think about leaving Oscar.
And when Logan finally gets his mouth on Oscar's. A long, obscene sound that was mentioned earlier escapes from his mouth. Oscar whines- when Logan presses open-lipped kisses on his mouth. Not quite kissing- but still kissing. Oscar moans again and further.
When Logan pulls off to look at Oscar properly the brunette whines, the lip of Logan goes up in the corner when he says, "Wait. Love. Let's get out of this mess." Logan removed the hands of Oscar that was tugging on his shirt- desperately trying to get it off of Logan's body. Oscar watches as Logan's slow hands open the buttons of the shirt one by one. Almost as if taunting Oscar.
Removing his shirt from his body, Logan tugs at Oscar's thin fabric t-shirt, which faintly smells of Logan. Urging Oscar to lift his hips to remove his shorts. Then, they both are naked and skin to skin when Logan again lowers himself and kisses the Australian. So slow and so majestically.
Then Oscar is almost gone. He is aware of how he is palimpsest as soon as Logan is on him. His mouth agapes and Logan is kissing on his neck. Oscar's hands locate their way to Logan's hair eventually. Tugging at the now long hair Oscar moans with eyes closed, he does not even remember what his hotel room looks like now, how he got to his hotel room and what was his today's performance.
It's just heavenly and Inscrutable that even if Oscar cries right now. His sobs will be muffled with the moans and any words won't get out. Oscar pulls Logan's head off of his neck and the blond looks at him with hazed eyes that he looks high.
High on drugs or sex or drinks or Oscar? The hazed eyes are half closed and Oscar can't see Logan's eyes. He whines and pokes at Logan's cheek to alert him so he can open his eyes. Logan slightly does and quirks his lips a little in the corner. Oscar smiles even at this moment filled with high tension of sex. Logan also does, slightly, and gets his mouth back on Oscar's. This time it is a hungry kiss. Licking and biting into Oscar's mouth like they're going to be turning into quintessences after some time and he won't be able to kiss Oscar.
Oscar kisses back, struggles to keep up with Logan's pace of kiss on his mouth, and ostensibly the American finds it hilarious. He laughs and Oscar breathes heavily when Logan pulls off. The blond is now above him, not doing anything but just looking at the younger.
With so much fondness in his eyes that sometimes Oscar lures himself into believing that Logan loves him more than Oscar does to Logan. The moments are fugitive though. Because Oscar knows- and he can tattoo it. That he loves Logan more. More than anything and everything in this world combined.
Oscar says through caught breaths as Logan keeps gazing at him, "Logan are you high?" The question is absurd because he is aware it is race weekend and Logan would not risk anything with this going on.
And Logan does not smoke anything. Not even cigarettes. But it nags Oscar, with everything going on with the older. But it's sufficient- because it earns him a real laugh from Logan. Logan leans down slightly and presses two sloppy kisses on Oscar's left cheek. The saliva starts to dry from the cold air in the room.
The blond replies, "No baby. No. It's just I love how you put perfume on your neck and it drives me crazy." The response makes Oscar's face warm up and he smiles a shy smile at the blond. He is confident his cheeks are ablaze and Oscar can't do anything about it when Logan is on top of him and his breath reverberates on Oscar's jaw.
Logan leans down more and Oscar thinks maybe Logan is going to shove his face again into his neck but the blond does not. He trails his nose along his body and somewhere where Oscar has never minded to pay close attention. Oscar is busy too to pay attention to the dip of his pecs. But Logan does. Heartedly and focused- knowing how or where to kiss Oscar's body. His big hands also slide down.
Reaching the place where his thighs meet his hips, Logan holds it tight there. Oscar moans with each of Logan's actions and he arches his back, as Logan's breath lands on his inner thigh. Just some spaces away from his dick.
Oscar searches with his hands till he finds Logan's hair, grips it a fistful, and mutters between controlled breaths, "Logan. Just fuck me. No more complexities, baby. Please." Logan chuckles as he says voice low and groggy, "Yeah? That eager?"
The teasing of Logan is unbearable to Oscar and he glares at the blond. Grits his teeth together and Logan's smile-filled face breaks into a chuckle as he leans down once again, "Ok. Sorry. Sorry, baby." And presses kisses on both of his cheeks with every disengaged word.
Oscar breathes a breath of relief and Logan asks, "Where's the lube?" Oscar tries to assume back to where he has kept it and says in an unsure voice, "Maybe in the drawer. Look through it." Logan leans forward towards the bedside table and opens the drawer with an urgency that the theory that Logan is not eager sends it floating in the air.
Oscar smirks a little as Logan groans and shoves the drawer close as soon as he gets his hands on the lube and condom. Oscar says voice cocky and teasing, "That eager?" Logan looks at him from where he is sliding the condom in and rolls his eyes at Oscar. Oscar chuckles a bit and gets both of his hands around Logan's head. Pulls his towards his face and kisses Logan's cheek.
Pulling off Logan uncaps the bottle of lube. Oscar's breath clamps as waits in anticipation to slide Logan's fingers in him, Oscar rests his weight on his elbow as leans forward to watch Logan and sighs when he sees that Logan has put an excessive amount of lube on his index and middle finger.
Rubs it for some seconds and forces Oscar's chest to lie down and help him relax. Oscar does, he knows the routine.
Bites his lips and a silent moan slips past his teeth as Logan enters his fingers in one go. Keeping it unmoving for a moment before he starts to thrust. Slowly at first and then starting the intro of Oscar on the verge of madness. Oscar closes his eyes rather involuntarily. Vision is black and he tries to imagine what they are looking like right now. If someone catches them in this position, Oscar can't comprehend more because it's filthy.
Logan crooks his fingers and Oscar moans audibly, loud enough to encourage Logan and make him sped up. Hitting all the spaces with his long fucking fingers, Oscar bites his lips. His nose flares and he tries to find anything to ground him.
The bed sheets are too silky and slip past his grips when he grips them hard. Then he searches for Logan. Anything of the blond and his trembling fingers find Logan's shoulders. Oscar does not mean to scratch like a cat, but it happens.
Just as Logan hits the spot merely and Oscar is crying. Oscar somehow manages to speak out, "Logan. I want you. Now." Logan hums, he seems to not paying any mind to it as he loses himself fingering Oscar. In the jubilant of the brunette's moans and cries of pleasure. Oscar thinks Logan would make a movement but Logan Isn't.
Oscar then grits his teeth, and lets out, "Logan Hunter Sargeant. Now." the tone is demanding. And Logan can't do anything other than comply. Logan is then extracting his fingers out of Oscar's hole.
Oscar would complain other times but not right now. Not now, right now he is so fucking greedy for Logan's dick at the moment and he can't even find himself to be ashamed for it. Logan then grips Oscar's hips once again and Oscar's breath quickens, left as soon as he feels Logan's tip entering him slowly and when he is halfway through, he thrusts all in one go. Knowing Oscar can take it. Oscar would. Oscar would take however Logan gives him. Whether it's in public or private or whatever. Oscar would.
A breathy moan leaves as Logan moves for the first time and then starts to fuck Oscar with a rhythm. Slowly- mildly- rapidly. Oscar grits through his only sanity and teeth, "Fucking speed up Mr Williams." That seems to be doing the work because then Logan is animalistic. His normal self while fucking and Oscar's tears are back again as he gets his hands on Logan's back. Scratching, rubbing, holding anything he finds of the blond. Hitting the spot of Oscar with every thrust, Oscar hooks his legs around Logan's waist.
Logan finds the thighs of Oscar near his mouth and he starts, biting at it and licking it afterward while fucking Oscar excellently. Oscar moans because this is what he just can do with his short-circuited mind. Because this is what he has to do other than relying on the intense pleasure and Logan behind his eyelids.
Oscar comes- it's fast and messy and Oscar silently screams. His hands finally get to Logan's hair and grip it so tightly that he can tell he already has some strands in his hands. Oscar clenches around Logan and it does that- Logan falls face forward on his neck and groans slips past his lips softly as he comes on the condom. He Kisses Oscar multiple times on his neck and then lifts Himself off. Pulls out and pecks Oscar admiringly as Oscar whines and he chuckles going to the bathroom.
The aftermath is always sweet. Too sweet. Because Logan is. With his blinding smile and blue-green and crinkled eyes. Logan is a candy box and a honeycomb. Oscar might be cold and often coming to some as rude but Logan is always there. Forever there to help Oscar with some of his sunshine that Oscar sometimes forgets he is supposed to be cold and calm.
Oscar closes his eyes as Logan drags a wet towel around the mess and then cleans himself. He tries to adjust the bedsheet and puts the lube bottle away as he slides next to Oscar on the bed.
Swiftly pulling Oscar towards his front, he leans forward to kiss Oscar on the cheek. He says, "Hello sunshine. Already asleep?"
Oscar hums a bit as he shuffles closer to Logan's body. Logan pulls him closer, till Oscar's back and his front is plastered together and legs intertwined and the comforter on the edge of the bed is floundered. Oscar tries to shuffle a bit more and Logan chuckles, kissing the top of his hair he mutters, "I love you baby. Good night."
Oscar comes back from his forming slumber just so he can say the words, "I love you too." The smile on his neck of Logan is a secret and bewildering then.