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Present Day - 2024
The morning sun filtered through the glass windows of their Monaco apartment, casting a golden glow on the soft linens that draped across their bed. Oscar lay on his back, eyes half-lidded, listening to the steady rhythm of Logan’s breathing next to him. Logan had always been a heavy sleeper, the kind who could fall asleep anywhere—even after a chaotic race weekend. Oscar smiled to himself, running his thumb absentmindedly over the empty space on his ring finger, the weight of his engagement ring noticeably absent.
Logan stirred, rolling onto his side and nuzzling into the pillow. “What time is it?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
Oscar leaned down to kiss the top of Logan’s head. “Too early. Go back to sleep.”
But Logan blinked his eyes open, sleepily grinning up at Oscar. “Can’t. We’ve got training in a few hours, remember?” He stretched, muscles taut beneath the sheets. The glint of his engagement ring caught the light, and Oscar’s stomach twisted. He reached out to touch the ring, the cool metal under his fingertips sending a shiver down his spine.
For a moment, everything felt perfect. They were here together, happy, in love. But as Logan turned to fully wake up, chatting about the plans for the day, the guilt started to gnaw at Oscar again. On the surface, things seemed right. But beneath it, Oscar knew he was living a lie—a lie that only grew heavier with each passing day.
The Beginning - Age 15
It all started when they were just kids, barely old enough to know what love was but feeling it bloom between them anyway. Karting had been their lives before they ever met—two boys, thousands of miles apart, connected by their passion for racing. Oscar could still remember the first time they met in person at a karting event. Logan, tall and lanky, with that wild smile that made him look fearless. He’d just won his heat, helmet under his arm, eyes shining with adrenaline.
Oscar, younger and quieter, watched him from the sidelines. He didn’t know what it was about Logan that drew him in. Maybe it was the confidence, the easy way he carried himself, or maybe it was something more unspoken. Something they both felt but couldn’t yet name.
It was during the post-race downtime that Logan approached him. “Hey, Piastri, right? You were quick out there,” Logan said, grin never faltering.
Oscar, caught off guard by the compliment, mumbled a thanks. He wasn’t used to attention like this. But Logan was relentless, friendly in a way that made Oscar’s heart race in his chest. By the end of the weekend, they were trading phone numbers, promising to keep in touch. What started as racing banter quickly became long nights of texting, video calls, and a growing friendship that morphed into something neither of them had words for.
Age 16 - The Karting Competition
It was the summer of their sixteenth year, and the world felt electric with possibility. They had both come a long way since that first meeting when they were fifteen, their friendship deepening with every text, every late-night call, every shared secret. And now, they were back at another karting competition, standing side by side as the engines roared in the background, the smell of fuel and rubber filling the air.
Oscar leaned against the side of his kart, pretending to focus on the mechanics of the vehicle. In reality, his heart was pounding, but not because of the upcoming race. He could feel Logan’s presence beside him, that familiar rush of excitement and nervousness that always came with being near him. It was different now—deeper, more intense than it had been a year ago.
They had been close friends for a while, but Oscar knew there was something more between them. He could feel it in the way Logan looked at him, in the way his voice softened when they talked late into the night.
Logan, standing next to him, shifted nervously. He hadn’t been himself all morning, fidgeting more than usual, his usual confidence wavering.
“What’s up with you today?” Oscar asked, feigning nonchalance as he adjusted his gloves. “You seem... off.”
Logan cleared his throat, glancing over at Oscar with that crooked grin that never quite reached his eyes when he was nervous. “Just thinking, you know... about things.”
Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Things?”
Logan exhaled, his foot scuffing the dirt beneath them. He glanced away, watching the other drivers and mechanics bustling around, before turning back to Oscar. “Yeah, like... you and me. Us.”
Oscar’s breath caught. He hadn’t expected Logan to say it out loud—not yet, not in the middle of a race weekend. But here it was, hanging between them, waiting to be addressed.
“Us?” Oscar echoed, his voice quieter now.
Logan nodded, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Yeah. I mean, we’ve been talking a lot... and I’ve been thinking. I like you, Oscar. Like, really like you. And I know we’re both busy with racing, and we don’t live close to each other, but... I want to be with you.”
Oscar felt the words hit him like a punch to the chest—not in a bad way, but in a way that knocked the breath out of him because he’d been wanting to hear them for so long. He searched Logan’s face, seeing the uncertainty there, the nervousness he wasn’t used to seeing from the usually bold and brash Logan Sargeant.
“You want to... be with me?” Oscar repeated slowly, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Logan’s grin turned sheepish, his cheeks flushed with nerves. “Yeah. Like, I want you to be my boyfriend. Officially.”
Oscar’s heart hammered in his chest. He had dreamed of this moment—had replayed it in his head a thousand times. But now that it was here, reality hit him with the complications. The distance, the competition, the fact that they lived on opposite sides of the world.
“What about... everything?” Oscar asked quietly. “We’re not exactly close to each other. You’re in Florida, and I’m in Melbourne...”
Logan’s face softened as he reached out, touching Oscar’s arm gently, grounding him. “I know. I’ve thought about that too. But... I think we can make it work. We’ll see each other at races and karting events, and we can visit when we’re not competing. We’ve made it this far already, right?”
Oscar stared at him for a long moment, his mind racing with all the reasons it would be hard—long-distance relationships were tricky, especially at their age. But then, looking at Logan’s hopeful expression, he realized he wanted it. He wanted them.
“Yeah,” Oscar finally said, his lips curving into a small smile. “I think we can make it work too.”
Logan’s grin widened, his hand still resting on Oscar’s arm. “So... does that mean yes?”
Oscar rolled his eyes playfully, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. “Yes, Logan. I’ll be your boyfriend.”
The words felt surreal coming out of his mouth, but the moment Logan pulled him into a hug, pressing his face against Oscar’s shoulder in pure relief, it became real. They stood like that for a few moments, neither wanting to let go, both knowing that this was the start of something big—something worth fighting for, no matter the distance or the challenges ahead.
Logan's 18th Birthday
When Oscar flew to Florida for Logan’s 18th birthday, one of the rare occasions where they could just enjoy each others company away from the chaos of karting events, away from everyone else. It was just the two of them in Logan’s childhood home, a quiet suburban house that felt almost too normal compared to the life they were chasing.
The tension between them had been building for years, but it wasn’t until that night—just the two of them in Logan’s room—that it finally broke. They lay on Logan’s bed, talking about everything and nothing, the nervous energy between them growing thicker by the minute.
“I’ve been thinking,” Logan said, his voice low, hesitant for the first time.
Oscar’s breath caught. “Yeah?”
Logan turned to him, eyes searching Oscar’s face. “I want… I mean, I’ve wanted this for a while. You and me.”
Oscar could barely breathe. His hands shook when Logan reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. It was slow at first, the way they came together—tentative, almost shy, despite the years of waiting. But once they kissed, everything fell into place. It felt right, natural, as if this was where they’d been heading all along. That night, Logan became Oscar’s first, and Oscar became Logan’s. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs. It was love in its rawest form—unpolished, full of first-time jitters, but real. So real.
Moving In Together - Age 18
A year later, they made the leap and moved in together in London. Oscar had been terrified of the idea at first. Moving across the world, away from his family, to share a life with Logan seemed like a huge step. But the moment they unpacked their last box in their tiny London apartment, everything clicked.
Their place was far from glamorous—small kitchen, creaky floors, the smell of old wood lingering in the air—but it was home because it was theirs. Logan made it feel that way, filling the apartment with his laughter and his boundless energy. It was the little things that made Oscar fall deeper in love: the way Logan would cook breakfast every morning, even if it was just toast, the way they’d sit on the couch after long training days, Logan’s legs tangled with Oscar’s as they watched TV.
For a while, it was perfect. They had each other, and that was all they needed.
Their Careers Take Off - F2 and F1
But as their careers took off, the pressure started to build. They joined F2 together at 19, pushing each other to be better, celebrating each other’s victories and consoling each other’s losses. Logan had always been more open, more willing to share his frustrations, while Oscar kept his struggles close to his chest. It worked for them, though—Logan’s exuberance balanced out Oscar’s quiet determination.
When they both made it to F1, the celebrations were wild. They’d done it—made it to the pinnacle of motorsport. But along with the achievement came the weight of the spotlight. Oscar at McLaren, Logan at Williams. Two different teams, two different paths. But through it all, they stayed each other’s constant. The one thing they could rely on.
The Proposal - Paris, Summer of 2021
Oscar never thought he’d be the one to propose. It just wasn’t his style. But that summer in Paris, something shifted. They were walking along the Seine, the city aglow under the setting sun, when Oscar knew. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Logan.
He’d never been more nervous. As they stood under the Eiffel Tower, Oscar fumbled with the ring in his pocket. His heart pounded in his chest as he got down on one knee, his voice shaking as he asked Logan to marry him.
Logan’s eyes filled with tears before he could even answer. “Yes,” he whispered, pulling Oscar into his arms, the ring slipping easily onto his finger. It was perfect, everything Oscar had hoped for.
Logan Coming Out, Oscar’s Secret
But then came the public announcement. In 2023, Logan came out as gay, his face lit up with pride as he told the world about the man he loved—though he never revealed it was Oscar. The media went wild, but the response was overwhelmingly supportive. Logan became a beacon of hope for LGBTQ+ athletes everywhere. He started wearing his engagement ring proudly, never once hiding it.
Oscar, on the other hand, remained in the shadows. He wasn’t ready for the world to know. He wasn’t ready to be put under the microscope, to have his bisexuality analyzed and dissected by the press. So, he kept quiet. He didn’t wear his ring in public, didn’t post anything about their relationship. He wasn’t ashamed, but he was afraid.
Back to the Present
Oscar glanced at Logan as his laughter filled the room. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Logan was oblivious to the storm brewing inside Oscar’s mind. They had been through so much together, built a life full of love and laughter, but Oscar couldn’t shake the feeling that his secret was slowly tearing them apart.
As Logan reached for his hand, their fingers intertwined, Oscar glanced at the empty space on his ring finger and wondered how long he could keep pretending.