#loscar being vague again

[23fallencomets]

chapter 6: Indycar Special

[half of this chapter got deleted and i went through the seven stages of grief at midnight, which was when this was supposed to go up 😭 anyway, enjoy!! 💞💞

[logansargeant made a new post!]

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logansargeant: work, friends and travel 💞

lilymhe: nice to know I wasn’t the only one to receive that picture

alexalbon: he asked first 🤨

user67: do you only model suits?

logansargeant: mostly! sometimes it’s other things like watches and jewelry

user68: are you really going to the indycar races?

kylekirkwood: i don’t know is he?

logansargeant: choke

kylekirkwood: 😦🤨😉 take me out to dinner first

logansargeant: i would rather take colton out first

coltonherta: i never fucking lose

[twitter]

user69: damn, how many drivers does this man know???

user70: logan grew up with kyle before he started racing he also knows max fewtrell

user69: logan in a quadrant video when???

user71: i use to pray for days like these (logan come back to racing the kids miss you)

user72: thought he would’ve repped mclaren

user73: he doesn’t even rep them when he sits in their garage 😭😭

user74: need you to never say anything ever again

user75: ??? i thought we left outing people behind in the past

user76: there’s a reason it was alleged dumbass

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[twitter]

oscarpiastri: you better, you promised

kylekirkwood: I’ll make sure he gets to you safe and sound 😉

oscarpiastri: i know where you live

kylekirkwood: okay so does logan 😙

user78: logan will somehow travel from the states to europe within days to appease his two boyfriends 😂

user79: oscar and his boyfriend logan, with his boyfriend kyle

oscarpiastri: 🫤

[twitter]

user80: david drop the video

davidmalukas: $100 and i’ll drop the video twenty minutes before the race starts

logansargeant: ?????

davidmalukas: you weren’t supposed to see this actually 😃

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logansargeant: told me he was going to take me to a flower field but took me to a corn field instead 🫤

kylekirkwood: it was pr reasons

davidmalukas: I would never do that to you lolo

oscarpiastri: lolo????

logansargeant: can you please just come pick me up

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oscarpiastri posted a story!

[hollywoodsargeant]

for the wip words thing: 'hand' maybe???

hand pops up a lot bc they are always touching each other but this one was the most enticing i think

That train of thought is interrupted when he feels someone move next to him. Like there’s— another fucking person in his bed, a hand pressing knuckles into the very bottom of his rib cage. “Why’re you awake?” the—stranger, or something—says from next to him, and the first thing about it Oscar processes is male and American accent, and then his brain supplies him with an image of Logan Sargeant, and he has to close his eyes and shut that thought up before it gets too big.

the stranger is kyle kirkwood

[vroombeams]

winter warmers ⛄ day eleven (read on ao3)

prompts ❅ virginity | ugly sweaters ship ❅ loscar words ❅ 567

“I can’t fucking believe,” Oscar says. “I can’t fucking believe—”

“This is so fucking stupid,” Logan hisses. “How do you turn it off?”

It, being Oscar’s hideous, borrowed Christmas sweater. That lights up. Apparently.

“There has to be a button,” Oscar says. He’s trying his best to stifle what obviously wants to be a cackle, keeping it to a shaky whisper because they’re still in a fucking janitor’s closet. Fucking being the keyword.

It should be the worst possible moment for the spirit of Christmas to rear its jolly head, but Logan can’t really bring himself to be upset about it. He’s still wedged between Oscar’s thighs, still on his way to soft inside of him. This certainly takes the edge off of an awkward first-time-post-coital pillow talk moment. Or… mop talk. Whatever Oscar’s head is on right now.

“Mate,” Oscar says. They’d both been giddy before, several too many glasses of fucking Jingle Juice deep, and now Oscar’s pretty much dissolving, shaking with these helpless, silent giggles. His sweater is casting green and red lights over them both, flashing over the curve of his cheeks.

“Dude, I don’t know,” Logan says, patting at Oscar’s stomach and then recoiling. “Oh my god, there’s nut everywhere. Your—your fucking cummy sweater—”

“My cummy sweater?”

“—shut up, man, I don’t know how to turn it off!”

There’s a voice outside, not too far away, that shuts them both neatly up. Oscar clasps a hand to his mouth so that all Logan can do is stare at the wet glitter of his eyes. Sparkling red and green and then back again, over and over. 

The silence lasts for what feels like a fucking eon. Footsteps in the hall outside scuff closer, closer—and then away. Thank fucking fuck.

“Logan,” Oscar whispers, after a beat.

“What?”

“You’re still, uh—” He wiggles his hips where they’re still joined and can’t even finish the sentence, set off into another fit of snickers. Logan’s body sort of gives out on him, slumping forward onto Oscar and his probably unsalvageable sweater.

“Not a ton of room to go anywhere else,” Logan mutters. Though he’s not upset about that either. This was absolutely not their brightest idea, but it’d been weirdly nice, all things considered.

Christ. Feels about right that Oscar’s just given up his ass virginity to Logan in a closet. Somehow feels on brand.

“Hey,” Oscar says, suddenly, warm against Logan’s cheek. His lips are soft and searching, brushing the corner of Logan’s mouth, and Logan turns to meet him—

And then the sweater stops flashing. 

They’re left in the pitch dark, and Oscar starts giggling again, chest shaking against Logan’s. Logan gives up on romance and manages to squirm himself upright, wriggling an arm between them to deal with the incredibly slippery problem that is the condom. What he’s going to do with it, he has no fucking clue.

Once he’s got the condom off and his pants back up his eyes have adjusted enough to the dark that he can see the vague, pale shape of Oscar’s thighs around his. They’re shaking a little, knees bumping against Logan’s hips, and for a second he’s mortifyingly, terrifyingly sure that Oscar is crying.

“Um,” Logan says. “Oscar—are you…”

Oscar makes a weird noise, something like a hiccough.

“Cummy sweater,” he says, helpless again, and Logan just barely restrains himself from flinging the condom at his face.

[hollywoodsargeant]

I’m baack and ready to make lots of noise about Barracuda! Oscar’s cunty top energy is just so 🤭🤭 fr like I can totally see it babe has major bde always AND Liam just being so totally desperate for it like bestie same I too would react like that to Oscar I’m long past being normal about these guys ever again I’m so ready for the next fic

thank you anon <33 i had a great time writing cunty top oscar ... not something i really considered before i invented it at 1 in the morning writing piranha. like i could've done the dynamic a different way around however i Didn't. so. oscar piastri big dick energy? actually in my note where i keep vague ideas one of the loscar bullet points was literally just "big dick oscar" so how about that

liam has been regulated to the bottom of the pyramid. i almost had a moment where i was like omg piranha!logan is the bottom of the pyramid but he is so not. i can see parts of the threequel in my mind's eye and he's a fucking cunt. sorry liam. </3