The perfect match

“Thank you for taking me. I’m really not in the mood for commercial travel right now.” Pierre said to Max, entering the plane. “What happened to him?” he asked with a nod towards Lando, who laid down, a blanket covering him and his head in Oscar’s lap.
“He won his first race.” Max stated simply.
“Uhuh.” Pierre nodded. “I thought Logan wanted to join?” he then asked, looking around and waving to Charles sitting in the back, reading a book.
“He changed his plans, he’s flying to France with Esteban.” Max said, sitting down. Charles ripped his eyes up from his book while Pierre gasped.
“He asked him? What happened?” Pierre asked excited.
“What do you know?” Charles pressed Max.
“He texted he would fly with Esteban to France, that’s it, why are you behaving like that?” Max asked.
“Do you think they will visit his parents? He normally lives in Switzerland, right?” Charles asked, walking up and sitting down with Pierre and Max.
“Possible. He’s really close with them, they would know first.” Pierre said.
“Can you ask them?” Charles asked.
“No, I haven’t really talked to them in years, I can’t just call up and ask questions like that.” Pierre said and Charles looked disappointed.
“Are we sure though he takes him like that, I mean, he did take Daniel, too?” Charles asked.
“What are you guys on about?” Max asked, looking back and forth between them.
“He only took Daniel to get his head free, it was the weekend of Max’s wedding.” Pierre explained, ignoring Max.
“Daniel didn’t go to his wedding? I thought it was a big party?” Charles asked shocked.
“Worse, he wasn’t even invited.” Pierre told him.
“Not at all?”
“No, he even invited Lewis and you know how … strained their friendship was in 2021.”
“Ouch, that must have hurt. Esteban wasn’t invited either?”
“No, but they are not actually friends, Mick, Nikita, Nicholas and Lance weren’t invited either. Kimi declined the invitation, but he had a good excuse, his mate was about to pop.”
“How did my wedding get the centre of attention?” Max said.
“It is not, don’t make everything about yourself just because you had a big party.” Pierre said bluntly, making Oscar chuckle. “Now back to Esteban.”
“Right, so you think he finally made a move?” Charles asked.
“I’m really not sure, he was still wanking in Japan, it would be a quite quick move from that to ‘meeting parents’.”
“That’s true, but maybe he’s just … trying to move things forward by meeting his parents, you know? Making making a move easier?” Charles questioned.
“Who is Esteban trying to make a move on?” Max asked, not really able to follow Pierre and Charles conversation.
“Logan, of course! You really need to stay up to date!” Charles explained.
“I apologize I’m not as invested in other people’s private lives as you are.” Max said, dripping with sarcasm.
“Hey, don’t judge, you know I’m a gossip queen inside.” Pierre said “But this time I think we will have to wait a little for new info on that. Maybe they’ll post something.”
“Probably best, oh, considering gossip, after I found out about Daniel being at Nicole’s on our flight here I called my mum, there is this retired lady in my mum’s street that is like into … everyone’s business, she said she saw Daniel’s car at Nicole’s house at seven am last week and the next day, he even walked Julia to school.”
“Wait, what? He walked her to school?” Oscar asked.
“Yes, it was some kind of presenting to your class what you want to do in life thing and apparently being an engineer is the dream of the week and Daniel was good for the presentation. He probably held up some pictures or stuff like that.”
“Since when does she want to be an engineer?” Oscar screeched, making Lando growl under the blanket.
“That I don’t know.” Charles said.
“Wait, Daniel is REALLY trying to get into Oscar’s mum’s pants?” Max asked.
“You really leave all your speed on the track, don’t you?” Charles asked with a smile while Oscar glared at him.
“You do like flying in a private plane, don’t you?” Max mocked Charles. “Hey Lando, are you going to call him dad then?” Max asked and Lando threw a handful of crackers at Max while Pierre and Charles laughed.

“Ooh, yes, I missed this.” Oscar said, sitting up.
“You had this yesterday, you remember?” Lando said, squeezing Oscar’s butt while he started moving.
“I meant our nest. I know I had you yesterday, I don’t think it’s possible to not notice if you’re inside me. Take over.”
Lando turned them around, Oscar laying underneath him, his legs around his waist while Lando sped up his thrusts, by now knowing exactly what Oscar needed from him. He moved quickly, his hips slapping against Oscar’s butt loudly. Oscar dug his nails into Lando’s shoulders, trying to hold himself together.
“Just cum, baby, just cum.” Lando moaned to Oscar, hardening his thrusts. A couple minutes later, Oscar lost his hold on himself, coming loudly.
“I think Kika is pregnant.” Oscar said a bit later, laying in Lando’s arms.
“Really? That would be great. Why do you think that?”
“She smells only like him. He’s scenting her all the time, like covering something up. Maybe they just want to wait a little until they tell people.”

“Hello, I’m Logan.” He smiled when introducing himself to Esteban’s mother on Tuesday, then his face froze. “I didn’t bring anything.”
“What would you bring?” she asked confused.
“Shouldn’t you bring a gift if you meet friend’s parents and like … occupy their home and things?”
“Oh, some do that, but you don’t need to, don’t worry, just come in, I’m Sabrina.” She said, pulling Logan inside and hugging him. “Just go through, Laurent is in the living room.” She said and then started talking to Esteban in rapid French. Logan just stumbled down the hallway, a little unsure. He was greeted by a man, Esteban’s father apparently.
“Laurent, I’m Esteban’s dad, good afternoon, are you hungry?” the man asked and hugged Logan.
“No, thank you. I’m Logan, I’m … just Logan.” Logan said nervously and shook his head a little.
“Well then, just Logan, it is nice to meet you, let me show you the guest room. Well, it’s not really a guest room, it’s also the office, man cave, storage room and broom closet.” Laurent said with a smile, taking one of his bags and showing him up the stairs.
“Thank you.” Logan said and followed him past a room with an open door, Esteban and his mother inside.
“This is it.” Laurent said, opening a door. It was a small room, the window straight ahead, a twin bed to the left with a little bin next to the door. There was a small walking space in the middle and then a desk with some boards above and a wardrobe towards the door on the right side of the room. “It’s not much, I’m sure you’re used to different things.”
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Logan said while dropping his bag on the bed. Laurent squeezed past him, putting the suitcase in front of the desk and then squeezed back towards the door.
“We will leave you to unpack, we’ll be downstairs.” Laurent said with a smile and left him alone.
Logan looked around. Yes, it was small, the smallest room he had ever stayed in, but it had everything that was needed or wanted. He unpacked some of his clothes and put his toiletries and tablet on the desk. He then pulled one of the light blue pillowcases he carried with him out of the suitcase and pulled it over the pillow. He saw movement in the doorframe just when he was done and put it back on the bed.
“Uuhm, I don’t want to be rude, I just … it’s a peeve, I always bring my own pillowcases.” He tried to explain to Esteban.
“Always?” Esteban asked.
“Always” Logan said, pulling a cream and a black bag out of his suitcase “Used and unused, new bed, new pillowcase. When I’m back home everything goes in the laundry and then I’ll use them again, of course.”
“Okay.” Esteban said, smiling a little.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Everyone has their perks. When I fold socks, the right one needs to be stuffed into the left one and toilet paper rolls have to be hung so it rolls off from the top for you to take, not against the wall and then you pull it from the bottom. If it hangs the wrong way around, I can’t pee. Bringing your own pillowcase sounds like a pretty normal thing.”
“Well, I don’t mind the toilet paper hanging the wrong way around, but it looks better and you can grab it better when you can roll it off from the top. Talking about toilet paper, where is the toilet?”
“Downstairs. Are you alright with the room?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“No, it’s just … my parents where a little worried because, you know, you’re used to different things.”
“It’s the same, just more space in the middle to clean.” Logan said and Esteban laughed. “Over there, please sit down, my mum insists on that. I’ll be in the living room.” Esteban pointed and they parted ways at the bottom of the stairs.

The bathroom fit the house. Everything you needed in a bath. And the laundry. He knew that it was normal in a lot of houses in Europe to have the laundry in the bath or the kitchen, but it was his first time really seeing it. He went to the living room, seeing Esteban sitting on the couch opposite to his parents, divided by a little table.
“Hey, you want some tea?” Esteban asked.
“Sure.” Logan answered and Esteban took the can from the table, filling a mug for Logan, handing it to him after he sat down next to him. “Thanks.”
“So, Logan, the first podium, how did it feel?” Sabrina asked.
“It was … just … wow.” He exclaimed and laughed together with Esteban.
“Yeah, I still remember Estie’s first podium in Sakhir, he cried.” Laurent said laughing.
“Hey!” Esteban said.
“Don’t play cool, Laurent, you cried as well!” Sabrina argued. “As did I, just to make that clear.”
“It was a way more emotional day than his first win.” Laurent said.
“Oh god!” Esteban exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.
“Why, what happened?” Logan asked, laughing with them.
“Oh my god, we had a big crash in the first lap, a lot of rain, a red flag, the rain stopped before the restart and everyone went to the pits at the end of the formation lap except Lewis, he pitted regularly one lap later. I was leading from then on, Sebastian behind me. In the end, six retirements, Sebastian got disqualified afterwards because he didn’t have enough fuel in at the end of the race. Somehow, I also completely missed where I had to go to get to the winner’s spot with my car, stopped it somewhere else and ran over to them from the wrong end of the pit lane, it was crazy.” Esteban explained laughing.
“Oh my god! Wait, Lewis starting alone, that’s … that was in Hungary, wasn’t it?” Logan asked.
“Yes, that’s what most people remember of that race, Lewis starting all on his own and us in the pit lane.” Esteban agreed.
“Well, it does sound like a fun day, though.” Logan said.
“Oh it was. Tea was empty, though.” Sabrina said.
“Because you drank it all.” Laurent reminded her.
They had lasagna for dinner, followed by watching Little Lord Fauntleroy, which apparently was a tradition for them and a new one for Logan.
“So, this is your childhood room?” Logan asked, looking around in Esteban’s room upstairs. It was bigger than the room Logan stayed in, the desk being underneath the window and having a queen-size bed, the wardrobe and boards spanning the whole right wall, trophies lining the boards.
“Partly, yes. I bought it back after I got into F1, my parents didn’t want a bigger one, just this one.”
“Bought it back?” Logan asked.
“My parents … they sold this house and my dad’s garage when I was like 11 or 12.”
“Where did you move?”
“Into a caravan.” Esteban said and Logan looked at him. “It felt like a big adventure back then, living in a caravan, going to races in that, having the kart always with me. It took a while until I understood we were living in the caravan because racing is so expensive.”
“You know, the more I get to know you the more I find out about how little I know about other people’s struggles. For me struggling meant to stay in F3 for an additional year because I didn’t have enough sponsorships to get into F2.” Logan said silently.
“You have a different lifestyle, a different social standing than we do. My dad is a mechanic and my mum works at an office. It’s a totally different background.”
“I think I’d rather have a family like this than the money that mine has. It’s probably rude to say that, but … I don’t think my parents would ever even consider uprooting their lives or selling their house to support me.”
“Come here.” Esteban said, hugging Logan. Logan leaned against his chest, tucking his head under Esteban’s chin. Esteban had his arms wrapped around his shoulders and laid his cheek on his hair. Logan pulled back a little a minute later, looking at Esteban, his arms still wrapped around him. Logan let his eyes switch between his eyes and his lips a couple of times.