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It's a pretty simple question, really.
At least that's what Logan thinks when he watches Oscar struggle to answer Lando's question.
It's the drivers parade on the bus, where Logan, Oscar, Alex, George, Lando, Carlos, Pierre and Charles are all standing together.
Logan didn't even know how they got to that subject or who started it, most likely Lando, and somehow Oscar was the first person who struggled to answer.
"I... I don't really look at appearances?"
"That's a lie, mate." Lando of course, "We all like something to watch, appearance wise."
"I guess. I just... I don't know?"
It's Carlos who steps up to save Oscar and starts teasing Lando with his type.
It seems to help, because everyone laughs as Lando smacks Carlos's chest, then leans against him.
Logan looks at Oscar, trying to make eye contact, tries to tell him it's okay without using words, but he frowns when Oscar seems to avoid him.
And not just for that moment, but for the whole rest of the parade.
He gets sucked into a conversation with George and Oscar into one with Charles, but while Logan still glances at Oscar, the McLaren rookie has firmly turned his back towards him.
It makes something stir inside of him and he doesn't like it.
He'll have to try and talk to Oscar later. Probably after the race.
For now he'd just focus on his car and his race.
Whatever this was that was going on with Oscar could be discovered later.
~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~
Logan corners him at the hotel after the race. The Williams and McLaren hotels being practically a few blocks away from each other.
Normally Logan wouldn't do this, but Oscar isn't answering his texts or phone calls, so he tells himself he's got no other choice.
He's got Oscar's room number from Alex, who got it from Lando, so he makes sure he's there before Oscar is.
He sits down in front of the room and waits.
When the elevator doors make their 'ding' sound, Logan looks up.
He notices the younger driver tense up and for a second he's scared that he might run into the elevator again, but then he sees him coming towards him.
Very, very slowly. But it gives Logan time to get up from the floor too. Not that he needs much, but, maybe he's just feeling a little tired and sluggish.
"Logan," Oscar greets him when he's next to him, getting his key card out of his pocket. "What are you doing here?"
Logan shrugs, not even sure anymore. "I don't know. Just didn't feel like being alone."
Oscar had his eyebrow raised at the first part, but the second part he could understand.
He nods and opens up his door. "Come in."
He lets Logan enter first, then follows him and closes the door.
Logan isn't sure what to do, so he just stands there awkwardly, until Oscar gestures to the bed for him to take a seat.
Once he's sitting down, Logan seems to relax a bit and turns more into his more confident self again.
It makes Oscar more relaxed too and he sits down on the bed next to him.
"Do you want me to put on a movie?"
Logan nods, making himself comfortable. "Sure. You can pick whatever."
Oscar already knows exactly which movie he wants to watch, not even caring about Logan's snort.
He knows it's predictable, okay? That still doesn't mean it's a bad movie and they can't watch it again.
"You said I could pick whatever."
Logan chuckles, "I did. I just didn't expect you to be so predictable."
Oscar shifts a little, "I'm sure I can still surprise you somehow."
Logan just raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on it, instead turns his head to face the screen again.
They're halfway through the movie, constantly throwing comments back and forth and laughing about the silliness of it all, when Logan apparently decides to drop the bombshell.
"Osc. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Lo. What's up?"
"Why didn't you answer Lando's question?"
He kind of expects Oscar to ask him "what question?" But judging by his face, he knows all too well which question he's referring to.
"Because it was kind of embarrassing."
"Why? Is your type that bad? Or is it just predictable? Like... Bad boy vibes. Nice accent....."
Oscar throws a pillow at Logan's face.
"I don't fall for bad boys."
"So... You do fall for boys."
Now this was getting interesting. Especially the blush on Oscar's cheeks.
It had been a trap and Oscar had fallen straight into it.
"Maybe..." Logan throws the pillow back at him with a snort. "Alright, yes. I do fall for boys."
"But not bad boys." Logan tilted his head to the side, "but you do like boys with an accent?"
Oscar looks down and nods. He hopes he won't ask - - -
"What kind of accent?"
Of course he asks.
He can be vague about it. There are millions of accents around the world, but, he knows Logan won't let him get away with it.
"Ossie?"
Fuck.
"An American one." He can't hold back anymore. He just has to blurt it out...."My type is annoying, preppy, American race car drivers. Happy now?"
There's silence.
Then Oscar hears Logan shift on the bed and he thinks 'well, he's gonna run away now.... I just lost my best friend---'
But then the complete opposite happens.
Instead of moving away, Logan shuffles closer to him.
Oscar feels fingers reach under his chin, lifting his head up, turning his face to look at the other boy.
There's a questioning look in Logan's eyes which he doesn't know how to answer.
Apparently he did something right, because suddenly he feels slightly chapped lips being pressed against his own.
His hand moves up to the back of Logan's neck as he kisses him back.
They make out, but not like horny teenagers. They just take it slow and steady.
It's an equal give and take.
The movie being long forgotten in the background.
As they pull back with a need for air, they both lean in to touch their foreheads together.
Something comes up in Oscar's head and he chuckles.
Logan raises his eyebrow, "What's so funny?"
"I just have to ask..." Oscar lets out another chuckle. "What's your type? Just for the record."
Logan groans, hides his face in the crook of Oscar's neck while the Aussie boy laughs.
He comes back up, only to shut the smug little bastard up with another kiss.