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Sometimes Logan wishes he could grow his nails out longer. The part of his brain that tells him that there’s a threat, to get his talons out and attack, is always sorely disappointed when his blunt nails can do no better damage than a tail feather. But whenever he tries letting them do their thing, Logan always ends up biting them back down again, often before he realizes it, anxious energy clawing out of him in fidgety bursts.
As it stands, he has to find another way to deal with the flighty mockingbird trying to encroach on his territory.
Logan was excited when he learned he and Oscar would be starting in F1 together. He was so proud of Oscar for being able to stand up for himself and get out of Alpine’s stupid mind games. They didn’t deserve someone like Oscar - no one did, but he had to drive with someone, at least. Logan’s thoughts had tripped over themselves when he first saw Oscar in orange. It definitely fit him better than the white and blue.
Now, seven months since their rookie debut, Logan is still excited to be an F1 driver, even if it isn’t as successful as he hoped it would be. He gets to travel around the world driving the fastest cars on the planet, and every week he wakes up excited about the prospect. But he is much less enthused with Oscar being at McLaren.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Logan wasn’t as comfortable in the McLaren garage as he was at Williams, but that’s why Oscar was in orange and Logan was in blue. McLaren is a great team for Oscar, they’re treating him great and actually gave him a car he could fight with by the halfway point of the season. Oscar was happier at McLaren than he had ever been at Alpine, often talking about the support he got from Andrea or the way the engineers explained everything to him in detail to make sure Oscar was on the same page.
The problem wasn’t Oscar’s team. It was his team mate .
Logan’s known Lando in passing since they both raced for Ricky Flynn when they were younger. He was around a lot when Logan and Max were teammates in F4, yes, but Logan wouldn’t consider him a friend, or really even an acquaintance. They were friendly enough, though if Logan had known the guy would try to steal his boyfriend from him, he wouldn’t have been.
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When their friendship first started evolving, Logan thought nothing of it. Lando was known for being a friendly but not particularly affectionate guy, it wasn’t strange that he was making friends with Oscar, who was the same. Logan was honestly happy Oscar was getting along with his teammate as much as he was getting along with Alex. There was no reason it was anything other than that.
Then one day Logan was sitting in Oscar’s driver’s room after the second free practice. He was laid out on the couch, head in Oscar’s lap, and almost completely relaxed from his normal racing high. His boyfriend was playing with his hair so Logan barely noticed when there came a knock on the door, Oscar yelling for whoever it was to come in.
“ Oscar .” Lando’s voice splits the peace. There was something in the way the Brit said Oscar’s name, a little high, a little whiny. It was similar to the tone Logan used when he wanted Oscar’s attention and the comparison made Logan’s hackles rise. He pries open one slightly burning eye, glaring at the older man.
Lando was propped up against the door jamb, too casual for Logan’s comfort, appearing unbothered by the intimate scene before him. He was comfortable in Oscar’s space, in their space. The entitlement burns and Logan presses his face further into Oscar’s thigh, mouth opening to bite gently at the corded muscle. He keeps one eye on Lando through it all.
Oscar had been saying something to Lando, Logan only realizes when his breath hitches. The muscle in Oscar’s thigh twitches under his head and the hand in his hair tightens into something pleasantly painful. Instead of receding, the buzzing underneath his skin was building again, though Lando was no longer his target. At least he isn’t until he looks at Logan and meets his solitary glowing eye with a cocky smile.
Logan sees a hazy image of himself ripping the older man’s throat out, his patron deity Dia feeling just as threatened as Logan was by the intrusion on his territory.
“Sorry, I should probably get out of your way,” Lando says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest and barely moving out of the room. “Don’t want to wake the beast.”
Logan’s mind whirs at what that could possibly mean. He felt himself starting to sit up, ready to shove Lando back out into the hallway, but Oscar pushed him back down. His grip was heavier now, proprietary, and Logan relaxed into the claiming hand on the side of his neck immediately. His love wanted him to be still, so he’d stay put, even if there was an annoying mockingbird in his window.
“He has a hard time waking up when I’m here,” Oscar says plainly. The cool confidence in his tone reassures the animal in Logan’s chest that felt like his nest had been disturbed. He sinks deeper into the couch knowing his boyfriend has everything handled. “Goodbye, Lando.”
It’s a clear dismissal, one Logan is more than happy to carry out if Lando doesn’t get the message. Thankfully, the son of the entertainer god doesn’t dawdle any longer, leaving the same way he came in. Logan feels peace restored and relaxes again, his lover’s call to sleep as clear as any siren’s song. A sharp tug on his hair breaks the tune and makes all his breath leave him.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing,” Oscar tells him, closer to his ear than before. They're words meant just for him, even though they’re already alone in the room. “I’ll tell you when you can be mean, Logan.”
Logan’s breath returns slowly. He turns his head to press his lips to Oscar’s thigh, teeth carefully hidden away. Oscar plants his own kiss on Logan’s forehead and goes back to petting him. This time, Logan is soothed into his boyfriend’s domain.
--
It’s a while before anything serious happens between Lando and Oscar again. There’s some banter, some close stances, and some touches that might have gone a bit too long, but it’s nothing Logan doesn’t do with his own teammate. He knows Oscar isn’t interested in Lando that way, but there’s an invisible line that Logan can feel. Whenever Lando crosses it and breaches the edges of his territory, Logan can’t help but want to shove him back out again and reassert the claim. Most things don’t trigger those alarm bells in his head.
It happens again, though. And this time, Logan is fully awake to see Lando tug Oscar down to fix the neck of his race suit before the driver’s parade.
The water bottle Logan is holding cracks apart in his hand. Benny just sighs and goes to find him a new one. Logan doesn’t bother waiting around, burning eyes tracking the two McLaren drivers up onto the truck that will take them around the track. Oscar finds a spot to lean on the railing and Logan can see the space where Lando is planning to fit himself in.
Logan gets there first.
“I think Lewis has the right idea wearing headphones on these things,” Logan says, plucking the first thought he has and spitting it out as an excuse to interrupt their conversation. He pretends to not even see Lando as he steps in front of him, leaning his hip on the railing next to Oscar’s hand. They’re close, probably too close for being in public, but Oscar doesn’t seem to care. No, Oscar is smiling, amused at Logan’s display. That’s fine, Logan wasn’t trying to be subtle.
“No, you always talk too fast when you listen to too much rap,” Oscar disagrees. “You need to get more varied music taste.”
“Also, you can’t talk when you have headphones in,” Lando pipes up, and Logan's brief feeling of victory dissipates. Was he still here? Apparently, because he comes around to form a little triangle, though he’s mostly facing Oscar. “Lewis can get away with it because he’s not close to anyone on the grid anymore, but no one will talk with you if they see you have headphones in.”
Logan is trying not to glare but he can feel his eyes getting hot. Lando's visage is momentarily replaced by that of a laughing mockingbird and Logan has to blink hard to send Dia’s vision away. A lot of the other drivers barely talk to him now, headphones or not. By the twitch of Lando’s smirk in the corner of his mouth, Logan guesses that’s what he was getting at. Logan has to switch his gaze back to Oscar because he knows if he stares at the other McLaren driver any longer, he’s not just going to be mean . There’s a buzzing under his skin that calls for him to claw and rip at the invading bird and Logan has to force every muscle into tense stillness to keep from acting on it. Oscar takes one glance at him and then looks at Lando, which hurts something in Logan’s heart until he hears what his boyfriend is saying.
“Lando, I think Charles is trying to get your attention.” Oscar’s voice is smooth, too smooth to be natural, but neither of them calls him out on it. Logan glances Lando’s way to see the man look confused for a second before agreeing and turning to talk to the Ferrari driver. There’s not a lot of space on the truck, but it’s enough for Logan to breathe a little easier.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Logan says, cocking his head to the side. He’s not sure if he means making Lando go away or doing it himself instead of letting Logan rip him into tiny little pieces. Oscar raises his brow.
“Yes, I did,” he says, leaving no room for argument. Logan dips his head and feels the cotton in his head get thinner, making space for clarity and foresight. “Anyway, I was watching your onboard and I think I know where you’re going wrong in the chicane.”
Logan lets Oscar talk at him, relaxing back into the flow of pre-race rituals. By the time they step off the bus, the encounter with Lando is all but forgotten. And it probably would have stayed that way for a while more.
But then Lando has to push it again.
--
Oscar and Logan don’t usually fly together, the result of being on two different teams. It doesn’t matter much to Logan. They’re ending up at the same place anyway, either the same hotel or the same London flat. After Monza though, he was just hoping to spend as much time as possible with Oscar. He had chased him to the finish line and needed to get his boyfriend back into their nest as soon as possible.
He had walked into Oscar’s driver’s room after the race and knew his plans were going up in smoke.
“How do you even find anything in here, geez Oscar,” came Lando’s too-friendly voice. It was harmless teasing, sure, but it felt like so much more than that when Logan saw Lando rooting through Oscar’s clothes. Oscar was just sitting out of the way, letting his teammate do as he wished. Logan must be letting off waves of energy, because Oscar’s face snaps to his as soon as he steps into the room, suddenly attentive. Lando doesn’t turn around.
“Hey, Lo,” Oscar says, voice too soft. It’s the kind of voice he uses when he expects Logan to be mad, which makes Logan expect to be mad. He says nothing as his boyfriend comes up and wraps an arm around his waist. “Not a bad race today.”
“Could’ve gone better,” Logan argued. He didn’t want to, but he let himself be soothed by Oscar’s touch anyway. He molds into his side, putting his chin on Oscar’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
Oscar opens his mouth to answer but Lando beats him to it. He turns around with a big grin on his face, a blue hoodie in his hands. It takes Logan a second to realize it’s his and he has to press closer to Oscar to keep from ripping it away from him.
“I’ve convinced Osc to come with me to Belgium for the week. I’m gonna go see my mom’s family.”
Logan’s heart sinks into his stomach. Instead of replying to Lando, he turns to Oscar who’s chewing on his lip rather hesitantly. Oscar is never hesitant, and it makes something inside of Logan claw to get out.
“I kind of made a promise,” he says, slowly. He sounds like he’s trying to convince more than just Logan. “But I’ll be back Saturday morning and we’ll have the whole weekend.”
“Don’t forget we have SIM testing on Monday,” Lando cuts in and Logan has to take a step out of the room to keep from doing something he promised Oscar he wouldn’t. It feels like a concession, like he’s losing ground to Lando. But every image Dia sends him increases in violence until the haze over his eyes is more red than blue. Oscar follows him out, shutting the door to his driver’s room and cutting off Logan’s view of Lando.
“Hey,” he says softly, coming closer. Logan lets Oscar box him in against the opposite wall, eyes still trained on the now-closed door.
“ Hey ,” Oscar says sharply, snapping Logan’s attention back to him. Logan has to breathe, slow and controlled before he can focus back on Oscar. Oscar is staring at him with dark but concerned eyes, tracing the shape of Logan’s careful neutrality. Logan remembers that promise he made three years ago, to never focus on anyone as much as he focuses on Oscar. It hadn’t been a hard promise to make - every part of his body was attuned to Oscar, which is why Lando trying to push in was so hard on him.
“I’ll be back on Saturday,” Oscar says again. Logan nods to show he understands. “Do you want to do something for me?”
Logan practically sighs at the idea. Yes , he wants to do something for Oscar. He wants to direct the energy rushing through him, he wants to make Oscar happy and prove he’s good for him, perfect for him. He can feel Oscar’s energy seeping into him, softening his sharp edges, and directing his focus. Oscar smiles at him and takes his jaw in one hand, pulling them eye-to-eye.
“Being with Lando’s family for a week is going to be annoying,” Oscar tells him. It feels like a secret, and it buoys him. “I won’t be able to get off at all. So if I can’t, you can’t either.”
“Oscar,” Logan grumbles, only a little annoyed. It’s not a hard request to fulfill - nothing is when Oscar’s the one asking it - but it’s an added strain on his self-control when he’s already keyed up from all of Lando’s meddling.
“If you can go a week without coming you can fuck me when I get home,” Oscar offers, a glint in his eye. It’s a challenge, and motivation, even if just making Oscar happy is enough motivation for Logan. He tips his head back, acquiescing to Oscar’s whims as easily as ever. Oscar does look happy then, pleased that they’ve steered into better waters.
“You know you could just ask me to fuck you.”
“Shut up,” Oscar laughs and finally leans forward into Logan’s mouth. Logan lets the kiss make him forget about the fact his boyfriend is going to spend a week at another man’s house with his family.
--
The week Oscar is away shifts from being fine to miserable and back again. Logan is a little busy himself and from how Oscar tells it, they end up doing a lot of things for sponsors, which is way better than the things Logan was imagining.
But, after being away from his boyfriend for more than a couple of days, he starts getting antsy. Pacing up and down the apartment, working himself out to exhaustion so Dia doesn’t decide to hyper-fixate on something random like learning how to skydive. It helps when Oscar sends him a task, something he wants done around the flat, or something he wants Logan to do for himself. One day, Oscar spends two hours requesting increasingly lewd photos until his phone dies at dinner and Logan is given a reprieve.
So it’s not the worst thing ever, and McLaren had most of the say in the trip, but Logan still blames Lando for it. He’s all too happy to drive to the airport Saturday morning and grab his boyfriend. Lando tries a few times to keep Oscar’s attention to himself, but as soon as the younger catches sight of Logan, there’s nothing but the two of them.
Logan takes his first real breath in a week when he catches Oscar in a hug. They stand there, tangled together, for too many long moments. It’s only Lando clearing his throat that gets them to pull apart. Logan sighs, ready for whatever Lando hoped to intervene with this time. He never gets a chance.
“I’ll see you on Monday, Lando,” Oscar says, waiting no more time to tug Logan towards the car. His tone makes something possessive and satisfied curl in Logan’s chest, Oscar’s dismissal making it easier to forget the other man’s meddling presence. When he sees his boyfriend drooping, ready to pass out in the passenger seat, Logan grins and doesn’t look back once.
--
They spend most of Saturday cuddled up in bed, switching between sleep and coaxing each other to lazy, drawn-out orgasms. It’s nice. Being the center of Oscar’s attention is always nice.
They train in the morning on Sunday, Logan laughing every time Oscar complains. They get lunch at one of the few good restaurants in their neighborhood and spend a few hours catching up on everything they haven’t had time to talk about recently. Being drivers in Formula 1 together has always been the dream, but it didn’t exactly leave much time for small talk. Logan wanted to know everything about Oscar though, and was willing to share everything in return.
Most of their weekend is lazy and soft. That night, though, Logan gets an idea he can’t put down. It’s a prey as good as any Dia has given him, so when he has Oscar soft and pliant in his lap, letting out pleased little hums when Logan does something he likes, Logan finds the courage to chase it.
“Can I fuck you tonight?” Logan asks into the curve of Oscar’s throat. He always feels safest here, even safe enough to ask for things that he normally doesn’t. Oscar makes most of the decisions in the bedroom, and Logan likes it that way, but he knows if he doesn’t at least ask he’ll be climbing the walls while Oscar is at McLaren headquarters tomorrow.
Oscar uses his grip on Logan’s hair to tilt his head back. Logan bites back a whine, moving obediently to let Oscar study him. His boyfriend hums, consideringly, with a look of slight amusement.
“I don’t know, can you?” Oscar asks. His eyes trail down Logan’s body and he doesn’t look particularly confident. It makes Logan turn red as he fights the urge to hide away again.
“Yes,” Logan tries to sound confident when he says it. His voice shakes like the flame of a flickering candle. “Would it be okay if I did?”
Oscar finally takes pity on him and smiles. His boyfriend runs circles over Logan’s scalp; it makes him want to melt into goo at Oscar’s feet.
“I love it when you fuck me,” Oscar assures. Relief flushes through Logan. He still worries though Oscar has never had a complaint when Logan tops. “Is there any particular reason you want to do it tonight?”
The image of Oscar wincing when he sits down in the sim tomorrow, futilely trying to tug his team kit up higher to hide the bruises Logan left across his neck and shoulders, comes to him in a rush. He can see Lando’s scowl, feel the heat of his jealousy from here. It makes him want to dig his nails into Oscar’s back and tug until they’re locked together, like two hawks in a death spiral.
Instead, he says, “You said I could fuck you if I went the whole week without coming.”
Oscar’s grin is predatory and satisfied, like a panther catching his prey. Logan has to lock his legs to not sink to his knees.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” Logan’s eyes flutter at the way Oscar’s voice goes soft and slow, like his tongue is coated in molasses. He doesn’t know if it’s because of Oscar’s power, or just because Logan is down so badly, but he could probably go under just from Oscar talking to him.
“Alright, Loges,” Oscar says against his lips. The words taste even sweeter when pushed against Logan’s tongue. “You should fuck me.”
Logan doesn’t have to be told twice.
--
Oscar sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror at McLaren Monday morning. His collarbones are a quilt of red, blue, and purple bruises. He looks like he’s been attacked, which he guesses is an accurate description of being Logan’s prey for the night. He never gets tired of it, though, and presses down on one of the darker bruises with a pleased hum.
“Damn.” Oscar looks up from his reflection to see Lando behind him in the mirror. He’s looking at the bruises with a mix of shock and reluctant awe. “Logan really missed you, huh?”
“You should see his back,” Oscar says mildly, ignoring the way Lando turns bright red. He turns around to look at his teammate, considering him.
Oscar isn’t an idiot and he isn’t oblivious. He knows what Lando has been doing, and he knows Logan has been getting annoyed over it. Oscar didn’t think Lando meant anything by it - he was chosen by an entertainer god, he likes to press buttons - but it was getting out of hand. Oscar had to nip this behavior in the bud before Logan really went off the rails.
“Look,” Oscar says, stepping away from the sink. Lando watches his movements, first curiously and then with trepidation. Oscar wonders what he sees. “I know you’ve been flirting with me, trying to make Logan jealous. And I have to thank you since I’ve gotten some great sex out of it. But I really need you to stop.”
Lando swallows, a bit more nervous than before. His eyes fly from the bruises on Oscar’s neck to Oscar’s eyes and back again. “Are you sure? I figured I could probably get him to fuck you in front of me-”
“Lando,” Oscar interrupts, sharply. Lando’s eyes snap to his. Oscar doesn’t leave room for argument when he says, “You’re going to stop flirting with me.”
Lando nods quickly, eyes wide. He’s not used to seeing this version of Oscar. “No, yeah, of course. No more flirting.”
Oscar lets his demeanor soften again, going back to the doe-eyed sleepy haze he normally has around him. He walks towards the door, clapping Lando on the shoulder as he passes.
“Thanks, mate. Glad you see it my way.”