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Saying that they didn’t catch the heavy smell of rotten vainilla and sour cinnamon was an understatement when the scent was floating all over the flat they arranged for the week in Monza. Even Alaïa and Naila felt nauseous when they entered the hotel room, it was clear that something happened and Lou was more than upset. But Nico didn’t care less about anything, his instincts were only focused on his distressed pup, he bargained into the younger omega’s room only to find him curled into himself with visible tears strains on his cheeks, more of them than when Sainz news came up.

His eyes were red, lips parted, the blond hair was a tangled mess. The image of the mistaken American driver was heartbreaking for his dam to take. Although, the thing that got the German attention was the raw scratches in the younger one's neck, specifically on his scent gland, it was easy to see the little blood stains on his fingertips. Nico bent down, scenting and cuddling his kid, his little bear, guilting himself for the state that the young one was in, cooing the boy, trying to soothe the distress in his sleep, caressing his beautiful hair. Anything to calm the sleeping omega in his arms.

But the damage was done, Louis cried himself to sleep, with his cellphone continuing to vibrate on the nightstand. The brit alpha took it, turned it on and unlocked it just to stare at an Instagram post with the image of his smiling son, a post filled with hate comments and jokes about their little angel. The room was now silent, Jenson only could turn the screen in order for Nico to see it, it wasn’t necessary more than a few seconds to know the impact of the news. 

The girls felt helpless.

Jenson watched with horror and sadness.

But Nico…

Nico was enraged.

Not only last weekend he could have lost his older pup in that fire, the girls were terrified at the thought of losing his brother, Jenson almost fainted. The summer break was a bliss for Louis to calm down and come to terms about his next steps for the year, evaluating if it would be a good idea that Logan change to Indycar or ‘disappear’ from the media and sport in order to go to some european University, maybe study marketing or literature and live his life as Louis, he could also start posting more photos on his actual Instagram and be a faceless influencer, he alredy had more than 1M followers by only posting photos and reels  of his lifestyle in Monaco, Germany and England with the family. And now Williams decided to drop his child, he is wishing to know what kind of excuse they decided to pull up, how James saw Lou, if he called him Logan or Louis, if he repeated the words that echoed in the social media, at least he felt sorry? Or relieved?

The phone continued vibrating on the alpha’s hand, calls from the Aussie friend/crush of their son never stopped, some messages from a few chats were visible in the notifications from some apps. Nico hissed loud enough to scare his husband, the scent of acid oranges and cinnamon was enough to mitigate the vainilla, Naila embraced Alaïa, while Lou unconsciously shrinked. 

Nico and Jenson knew that Louis wasn’t keen on having his phone at all times, saying that he anyways didn’t have any desire to be at the screen for more hours than necessary in that electronic thing when he could be using it to play with his little sisters. That was a lie, he was justifying the lack of communication that he had, trying to cover up his longing to have someone to talk to, that he was searched, talked to… He was making up excuses for the people that ignored him almost all the time. 

And now they want to contact him? The nerve of some people.

Nothing cares at this point. Williams and the sport they used to love put the last nail into the coffin, and they weren’t having any of that.

— Naila, Alaïa, stay with your brother in his nest, don’t let him go away from this room, please —. The thick accent of the german was proof of his rage, but it wasn’t like he was lashing out, no, he was calm, his voice seemed neutral, his eyes cold and nonchalant. The girls only nodded just to climb the other blond’s bed and start hugging him, releasing their milked scent into the nostrils of their older brother. — Your father and I will be in the kitchen, call us if Lou awakes.

With that the Button-Rosberg marriage exited the room, all in silence, Louis’ phone still in the hand of Jenson, vibrating. Jenson knew better than to poke his husband, the German wasn’t in the right state of mind to joke around or be gentle to anyone but the kids, and he couldn’t find himself to blame him. He was using all of his forces to not go to find Williams Principal and punch him until James felt all the pain that he inflicted on his beloved son, no matter if he would end up in jail for assaulting an omega.

— What are we going to do, darling?.

Nico only smirked, eyeing his husband with decided eyes. He knew that his significant other would do everything for him and the pups, and the feeling was mutual, never letting the other alone. God he loved his mate.

— We’re making them suffer with grace, liebe, but first. We need to make some calls.

The omega’s phone turned on, and in a matter of seconds he was rambling in German while the alpha was reorganizing their schedules. Maybe Mark and DC would exchange their interviews, they probably love more to be in Brazil rather than Monza.

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As part of the media team, they had to be concisiuos of their words  whenever they entered the paddock, a bad use of words and everything would go to the drain. And when you’re in Tifosi’s home, the pressure of not screwing it is far more palpable.

But Nico felt everything was in place. Walking around the paddock with his Sky Sports microphone in hand, and one of the most astonishing looks that had given him the enough boost to continue his pace. Passing every motor home with grace, side eyeing some drivers, not giving a fuck if some of them had more WDC than him. He grew up in this game, he knows how to play it.

Finally he saw the motorhome he was searching for. With a smile on his face he went there, saluting some fans that recognised him and feeling some stares in his back, they knew.

It wasn’t until he passed some security, entering the motorhome and then the supposed Team Principal office that all the facade went off. He saw the other omega laying there in the desk, concentrated enough to not notice the entrance of the german man, only unfocusing his gaze when said omega let some of his pheromones go and sour the room.

— Nico wh-.

He didn’t have the chance to complete the sentence.

— Watch your mouth Vowles, I’m not in the mood for courtesy —. The venom in his words was enough to shut him. — What the fuck are you thinking? Is this a type of revenge or something that Mercedes pack pulled over or what? Because now, I hope 

your actions are justified.

James only observed him before sighing. — I love Logan, Nico, you know I do, I know him since he was clinging to your arms when you entered Mercedes… But this, he had cost us so much, that it is unbearable, you need to understand that it was for the greater good.

— His name is Louis, Vowles… Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg, and your so-called greater good almost unalived my son last weekend, innit? —. Staying calm was getting harder, but he couldn’t risk this opportunity. — What would you have done if the tractor you gave to your drivers had killed him? What if he couldn’t run off the fire? Tell me.

— Nico, don't be ridiculous, Logan is- —. Once again he couldn’t end the phrase, this time because of a loud hiss, he took a step back, not wanting to be the center of the German anger, although he already was.

The blue icy eyes of Nico didn’t recognise James, he didn’t see the kind omega that was his race engineer back in his years as a Mercedes driver. He couldn’t picture that wonderful help, that loved to yap about all the strategies that the team was making for him and Michael, –later Lewis–, that used to give Louis some chocolate treats behind his and Jenson’ back, as the man standing in front of him. A man that not only put Lou in a semi-lucid state, but that right now is brushing off the health of a driver, of the kid he used to watch.

— Are you even hearing yourself, James? This isn’t about the money, it is about what you caused… Yes Logan wasn’t the greatest, I can agree with that, but the conditions you putted him into weren’t the best also, your car is a fucking tractor that’s easily over lapped by an Alpine, you never cared about his mental health, scheisse, you even took him too early from F2, when he wasn’t prepared, for the voultures to eat him alive, and you know it!.

James tried again to talk, a non successful attempt to say the least. — No! You’re listening to me, what if instead of Louis was one of your pups? What would you and Bono have done if one of them was dropped like you did? Would you be saying this shit? Telling your kids that they’re a waste of money, yeah? Would you do it?.

And that was the nerve he didn’t want to touch, but here they are.

Pain. Pain in his right cheek, he looked dumbfounded at the brit, fixing his face to see the other man who met his gaze with guilt, lowering his hand. — I need you to get out of Williams now, I’m not willing to tolerate this type of disrespect from anyone, less from you, Rosberg.

— It wasn’t me who slapped an interviewer, Vowles, remember that —. Nico answered with venom, a clear threat to the older omega, not wanting to stay more in that hell house that his pup used to call team.

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If the situation with Nico was stressful, Jenson wasn’t having the best day also. First of all, he had to put up with the fact that someone slapped his mate and he couldn’t do anything about it, yet. The media already catched the blond's bruised cheek and started the gossip of what could have happened, and Nico gave them the headline: “Ex-driver and WDC Nico Rosberg slapped by Williams’ Team Principal, James Vowles”, their socials were exploding as the fans began to speculate what had happened between both omegas. His husband, clever as ever, just went along with it, exclaiming that Williams was clearly in a rush and bad state to not only drop a driver, sign a new but slap a reporter that raced for the team in his early years, showing their lack of control and hearing to criticism. Well, now the reporters are eating alive every single worker of the team and the German single WDC is enjoying it second by second as they drown in their own sorrow, but they asked for it.

A bad situation for Colapinto and Albon, though, but you can’t blame them, parents' instincts are far more strong to even care about the other drivers.

Unfortunately, he can’t enjoy it as he wishes for, he is trapped with Danica in a mini interview with no-one more than Lewis Hamilton himself and, bloody hell, even Sebastian is there, for what? God knows why, probably just to cherish his mate, but come on, this week has been stressful enough, give them a break.

Thank God Keke was available to look after the three kids.

— Well, now movin’ on to some news, Lewis, what are your opinions over Williams' decision to drop Sargeant just after summer break? —. Both Brits flinched at the question made by the woman, the blond one starting to countdown to zero to calm down, trying to maint calm and not let the cameras see his discomfort. 

At least, the seven times world champion had the decency to look uncomfortable, looking back to his husband for help after Jenson didn’t dare to meet his gaze. — Well, sincerely, that’s Williams decision, I only hope for the new rookie of the grid a good season and race, you know? I can only imagine how hurt Sargeant was at the news, I wish him the best for his future, honestly —. The Mercedes driver answered with an apologetic smile on his face, searching Jenson's gaze to ensure the message was received.

The blond interviewer snorted, but didn’t say anything. Not now, not here.

But apparently, luck isn’t a thing in his family.

Seb titled his head towards Jenson, giving him a warning look to the older man. — Something to say, Jen? —. The German ex-driver asked slowly, looking between the two drivers and the beta woman in front of him.

He didn’t respond, but his companion did, fuck.

— Well it is clear that Jenson was attached to that American boy by the look on his face whenever they encountered each other in the paddock, is such a disgrace that Log…

As Danica’s voice continued to sound, he zoned out, not wanting to hear whatever stupidity exited her mouth, much less if she’s bad mouthing his son, if not he will snap and he doesn’t want to fuck the plan NIco made last night. Oh Louis, he hoped that the short visit from Keke would cheer him up a bit until he and Nico escaped to go and eat with their kids, hopefully the last image that his father-in-law sent him calmed him a bit. It was just the pups with their usual face masks, hats and extravagant sunglasses, –in order to keep their faces private–, making funny poses.in front of some fountain in the city, he could easily portray the next videos on his FYP, Keke holding strangeously his cellphone while the kids laughed at him. What a bliss.

Although his daydreaming has an end.

— Please don’t speak that way of a driver Mrs. Patrick, less knowing the situation he’s in, have some respect. If you want to say something, talk to him directly then —. Lewis' voice was far more deep, God knows what his partner said to make even Seb frown. — I do believe that Lou- Logan was a respectable driver, very calm and gentle, but the circumstances with Williams didn’t make his situation profitable —.

— That’s rich coming from you Lewis, don’t you think? —. He slapped himself internally for the outburst, now he has to answer the critical gaze of both Seb and Lewis, but you know what? Fuck it. Lewis didn’t dare to even say a word to Louis in the last year and a half he was on the grid, he only appeared to send his presents in his birthday and an occasional message when something good happened (which wasn’t very common nowadays) and now he decides to say a phrase that could ease some of the pain that Lou had? 

His kid waited and longed just to receive at least one message from his onkel and godfather, only getting a solo message not even on the 31th of december, not even when he was signed, replaced and dropped. Just a solo message in a letter that was delivered by a carter in Monaco on a random day. Lewis could love Louis, but his actions spoke enough for not to believe him.

— What are you trying to imply, Jenson?.

Well, here we go. He took another step liberating some of his scent watching close the couple movements. 

— It's ironic that you and your mate talk about speaking directly and respectfully to someone when you haven't been capable of doing so.

He noticed how the cameras and microphones turned to them, wanting to catch every single word that escaped from his mouth. They want drama? Well, they'll have it.

— If you're going to bad mouth us, say it, you don't need to be mysterious, Button.

The blond alpha smirked, Lewis and Sebastian are already furious, he can sense it with their sour scents.

— Bad mouth you? I'm stating facts here, Hamilton. You're both hypocrites, you say that you are concerned and available for every person in the grid that needs to be heard, but when was the last time you talked with your nephew? That you acknowledged him? I refresh your memory, Lewis, you haven't been capable of talking to your own godchild in the last four years! You pathetic excuse of godparent.

That was the correct use of words. Even Danica was silent, –for the first time–, Sebastian looked guilty, but Lewis was fuming. His was heavy breathing, taking more steps to be in front of him, his eyes fixated on the face of the other alpha. The cameras were now filming everything, some drivers and staff from different teams were surrounding them, not wanting to miss anything. 

The show must begin.

— You don't know nothing, Jenson, I've been in contact with him! Hell, I've been with him far more times than you have been! Don’t sell me as the bad guy here when you aren't even related. 

A loud growl was heard, making Sebastian and Danica shrink. He was Louis father no matter the blood link, Louis is and will be his first pup, even if he's almost twenty-four years old right now. His nostrils expanded by the heavy breathing, taking all of his strength not to jump and punch the dark skinned alpha in front of him. 

As he opened his mouth, Danica spoke. — Jenson I don't th-.

— Shut the fuck up Danica, you aren't better than them —. He shouted, it didn’t matter the amount of eyes and cameras that fell on him, public humiliation is one thing, his son is another, and he will not tolerate the disrespect from anyone. — That you keep in contact you said? Sending gifts only in Christmas and birthdays isn't staying in contact, you have MY son’s number and didn't have the time to call him or send a message! Damn it, even Seb has his email address and know he lives with us off season, have you ever called him via Skype or went to a coffee with him? The answer is no!.

He won't stop now, he silenced Sebastian attempts to calm them down.

— Yes, you know Lou since he was in Nico’s womb, you are the reason of why he's called Louis and you're his godfather, but I am his father, I’m the one who didn’t let him down, I’m not the one who banished from his life after 2016… You and the mo-

— Jenson enough. 

He shifted slowly, meeting his father-in-law eyes, sensing the power that the Finnish alpha held with only two words, not even releasing his scent or command voice as he did previously. Just calculated calm. The four ex drivers shut their head down, as a sign of respect to the older.

The weight of his words taking a toll in the blond Brit face, reddening when he saw all the cameras keep filming the encounter.

— Keke I-.

The senior Rosberg didn't even pay a look to the Mercedes driver, he turned his gaze to the older alpha. — Your kids and husband are waiting in the parking lot, let's go.

Both of them turned and started walking away, but apparently they should have the last word. — Jen, you can't just go away after dropping this, don't be childish, we have to talk about it. 

Keke saw his son-in-law, not wanting to continue in this circus, although, deep down he knows Jenson isn't known to be one who shut up. Sighing, he waited for the response. Taking note of how some reporters were already walking off to where his grandkids and Nico were waiting.

— Well Seb, look at me, I won't be talking more about it, because unlike you, I do have a family to look for, goodbye.

Just a soft whimper was heard before he headed to the parking lot. 

-

Louis knew that what he’s doing isn’t healthy. But he needs to talk directly to Oscar, at least one last time, he isn’t letting that their last encounter be a heartfelt message. No, he needs to be mature and say goodbye properly, his dads teach him better, –he’s not taking 2016 in account, thank you very much–. He left the car where his isoisä left him and his little sisters in while his papa was arranging the last bags in the back, muttering some excuse to just go to the restroom, it was unbelievable? Yes, but his papa was too stressed by the look on his face to only said to not take too long before his dad arrived.

Perfect.

He took out his phone, sending his location to the Aussie alpha, receiving in less than ten seconds a thumbs up emoji. In any minute he’ll be there, no he only needs to calm down a bit in order to explain all the things he wants to say to Oscar. He played with his sunglasses a little bit, fixing his hat and mask, he needs to keep himself private, the photos of him with his sisters and grandad were already on internet, besides, his dads have probably made some fuss in the paddock, so is better to not provoke some reporter that could be around.

— Lo! You’re here! Mate, why are you here? You’re allowed into the paddock, no? Come on, you can be in McClaren on my side.

Oscar's scent have always had a calming effect on him, he smiled to him behind the mask, only letting him know his emotions by the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon, he shocked his head and took in his hands one of Oscar’s. Bloody hell, this will be more difficult than he thought.

— What do you mean? Come on Logs, let’s go, we need to talk, we have been missing many things the last couple of weeks, we didn’t even see each other on the summer break, and I visited Miami just for you! —. The Aussie shut himself when he noted that the American wasn’t answering him, not even looking at him, he calmed down a bit and started again. — Logan? Are you okay? I know this week haven’t been the best, but you can talk to me, ya know, right?.

Louis let a big sight out, he looked directly to his beloved face, drowning into that hazel gaze before speaking with a wobble voice. — I love you Osc.

The alpha went quiet by the confession. He flushed hard, opening and closing his mouth, unable to say something, just looking into the beautiful eyes behind the sunglasses.

— And… I’m so sorry I left you, but it’s for the best, don’t you think?.

Louis started to sob quietly, keeping his hands around Oscar’s wrist, he started trembling. The brunette boy took with his other hand the omega’s face, putting the sunglasses on his shirt and putting down the mask. Only admiring the beauty of Logan’s face, caressing with the same hand his cheek, just wishing they could stay longer. How many years have they lost? 

Not wanting to waste more time, he kissed Logan.

— I love you too, Lo… I wish we had confessed earlier, we would be together for far more years —. The Aussie smiled, his friend, the one that had accompanied him since karting days as his boyfriend and future mate? That type of luck only belongs to Charles and Max or Alex and George. He put together their foreheads, releasing happy sound that his inner alpha wanted to express, he wanted to show Logan his love by any means.

But Logan’s scent wasn’t a happy one, it was sour and spicy, and his body was trembling even more, sobbing harder and harder. What the hell was happening?

— Lo? Are you al-.

— You don’t… You don’t love me Oscar, don’t lie to yourself.

What…?

And like a virus, Louis poured all his emotions and thoughts. — You love Logan, Oscar, you love an American driver who you don’t even know his family… You love the image of a frat floridian guy who was dropped from his team because he was a waste of money. You don’t love me, you’ve never had.

— What are you talking about, Logan? Of course I know you, I’ve known you since karting! Yes, maybe I’ve never had the chance to meet your parents or Dalton, but that’s okay, we can change that. I love you, I’ve always had, just… Let’s go inside so we can talk, I promise you that it’ll get better.

To the alpha’s surprise, the American driver moved away, denying over and over the last statement, until he met his gaze again, whimpering with emotional pain.

— That’s the image you fell in love with and I’m so sorry… You could have had anyone, not a broken lying omega that fooled you in this vicious cycle. I’m so sorry Oscar.

Without noticing a few reporters catch them from afar, recording their faces and some of them could hear what they were talking about. Even worse, some of them already made the link between Logan’s outfit and Louis' recent reel, without taking in account the shit show his father made some minutes ago with Lou’s godfather and onkel.

— I don’t know what you’re talking about, how could you have deceived me?.

The blond was going to answer, but his phone began to ring. And to the McClaren driver's surprise he started to talk in a fluent and rapid german, cleaning his face with his arms, trying to stop his tears.

— Since when you speak german? —. Was the only question that he could formule before he felt the other lips pressing his, unconsciously he embraced the other omega waist, returning the kiss.

But as it happened, it ended.

Logan separated himself from Oscar. Watching him with sorrow, pain and love.

— I’m so sorry Osc… Goodbye.

The omega ran, putting back his sunglasses and mask as he returned to the car were both of his parents were waiting for him to appear, his isoisä and sisters already on their seats. The Aussie was perplexed, he stopped daydreaming when he heard the snaps of different cameras and some voices behind him, goddamnit, the media’s already there.

He ran towards the way where Logan went.

— Logan!.

— Louis! Steig jetzt ins Auto!.

Who the hell is Louis and why are Rosberg and Button rushing Logan into the car? Why are they shouting in german? Why is the American getting into the car with three WDC and two girls? Why…?

He zoned out, watching the car start driving away from the parking lot. Trying his best to comprehend what just happened. He didn’t acknowledge the microphones that were too near to his face, or the arms that were supporting him when his legs decided to stop working, he couldn’t hear the smooth spanish accented voice that was speaking to him in his ears nor he smell the differents scents, –distressed ones, if he could sense it–, of his pack, of the gridpack.

Minutes passed, minutes that felt like an eternity and he recovered his senses. He heard the broken voice of Alex calling out for him, the strong arms of Max and Charles embracing him, scenting him at the same time, he looked up just to see a barrier of the older and some retired drivers protecting him from the reporters and cameras. He saw Fernando shouting at them as his manager and godfather tried his best to not let his mate go feral to the media on camera, he saw Lewis and Sebastian shoving the cameras, not letting them take a picture of him in this state.

They all were protecting him.

But why did it feel wrong? 

Wh-. 

— Oscar for how many years have you known that the driver Logan Sargeant was in reality Nico Rosberg and Jenson Button’s pup, Louis Button-Rosberg?!.

— Are you dating given the fact that some reporters affirm with proof that you two kissed?!.

He couldn’t bear with this anymore. What are they talking about? Logan couldn’t be their son, he is from Florida, he’s the youngest son of a pair of betas. He isn’t European either, he wasn’t named Louis. 

Until it clicked.

He looked up again, searching for answers from his gridparents and the leaders of the pack. Only to receive pitiful looks and guilty whimpers. Everything was too much, his body started to fade aways, not sensing what was happening again.

— Oscar!.

— Oscar.

And the world turned off.

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The paddock was a mess, the Tifosi are always that crazy and the fact that Charles just won Ferrari’s home race makes it more messier. Nof that he was complaining, he loved to see members of his pack so happy, almost glowing by the praise of the fans, but… He feels so disconnected with reality since yesterday, he doesn’t even know how he managed to get P2 today, and now he is in line to be interviewed.

By who again? 

He turned his head to see his PR manager, but she only gave him a sad smile. What is that supposed to mean? 

The alpha was in his own zone, not fully listening to what was happening around him, only a blank face to suppress his feelings, because the Aussie knows that if he starts thinking about that dimpled smile of Logan, he will see Logan’s blue as the sky eyes, he will crumble in front of the cameras, again. He keep his pace when the line moved, he’s ready to smile, say something about McLaren strategy, the 2-3 papaya’ line and then, he will go directly to the packroom, he will change to a better suit and be snuggled between Mark and Fernando until he finished all the tears he had left. Maybe ask for an explanation of why the elders are acting so strange, not that he will question them, Max probably already asked and Seb is waiting to all be settled to say whatever is happening right now.

And that chat is really necessary right now.

Like, he had to close all of his socials to not relive all the memories of the past days. It was too painful to remember. If he closes his eyes the sufficient time, he will relive it all, the soft and a little parted–lips that his American crush has, he’ll be able to smell Logan's sweet scent, the vanilla with a little touch of cinnamon mixing with sandalwood. Oh God he’s gonna cry at any moment. He can’t, he doesn’t wanna give the sensationalist media some rumor about his private life, it’ll be too much for him. He doesn’t want to be asked about that kiss in Monza’s parking lot, about that alleged Louis or the Rosbergs or Button. He can do it anymore.

A small gasp took him out of his mind.

And then again, the cinnamon scent filled his nostrils.

No.

Please don’t be real.

The FIA had to be kidding. This can’t be.

No, please. Not him.

— Oscar! P2, good job! How are you feeling?.

Not the reminder of him. Not the man that resembled too much as him.

Why?

Is this a type of revenge? Rosberg wants to torture him because he kissed his supposed son? Because he fell for Logan? This isn’t funny, isn’t fair either, he can’t see eye to eye with the omega that yesterday put his world upside down by a simple word, but now, he’s right there, waiting for an answer with a well managed PR smile. — Huh, well… It wasn’t easy, Charles was really fast, you know? And at some point, the corsa sea can be a little overwhelming, but I’m happy to be on the podium today.

— I can imagine, after this week, this position is good news, right? —. The mischievous smile on the German's face was really annoying, he clearly knows what buttons to push, because now he has a lump that doesn’t let him talk.

— Yeah, huh, it wasn’t a good week if I’m really honest, but that’s all, the pack is happy for Charles’ win and McLaren enjoyed these points for the championship… After all, we’ll see today with the celebrations.

— It’s good to hear that you are hopeful, congratulations are already said, go and enjoy P2 with the others, have a great day Oscar! See you around, say hi to Mark and Nano from Jense’ and I, will we be waiting for them for the usual family dinner!.

What?

Nico Rosberg gave him a smile and then disappeared, walking away so confident from the interview. Not giving a shit if Oscar was still standing there, the older omega kept walking with his microphone in hand, brushing his hair with elegance. But that doesn’t matter, what does he mean that his gridparents have dinner with them often? Do they know about… About Logan? Well shit, ofcourse they know, Mark was Nico’s teammate in his rookie year, fuck Fernando had been in the grid enough time to know every detail of everyone, he was teammate with Jenson for fuck sake!. They had to meet Logan at some point, right?

Then, why did they never tell him? He had been attached to the blond hip since he was a kid. Heck, Mark and Fernando were already in his life when he met the omega! Why did they lie to him? 

He didn’t notice when, but his PR manager just took him by the arm and guided him into the packroom. He was so tired that he didn’t want to be at the debrief, he didn't want to hear about papaya rules or something like that. He just wanted to rest. So then he stumbled into the nest that was in the middle of the room, and thanks to Sebastian stubbornness it was spotless, only the scents of the pack from yesterday cuddles after his encounter with Logan were perceived. But thank god that fact meant that anyone was here, he could easily sulk without problem.

So he did that.

Changing into a better outfit, composed of sweatpants and a well used McLaren t-shirt he rested his body on the soft, scented and comfortable pile of pillows, sheets and shirts there. He let himself sigh, tears filling his eyes as soon as he recognised the subtle vanilla dessert scent of Lance in between some shirts of Charles and Lando, maybe Lance was a beta and his smell was very subtle, but that tone of vanilla unlocked all memories that he tried to repress since that day. 

It was in vain.

His mind went to day sunny day in 2011 when they met, how shaky he was when he met the blonde boy, that he used to have the biggest smile printed on his face, how determined he was of having him as a friend, even if Oscar was too introverted to make more than a small talk or only nod to every question the American, no, his friend asked. He recalls how proud Mark was when he introduced them, but now that moment feels different, Mark hugged him close and then turned to face Logan… He ruffled his hair lovingly and even hugged him too. At that moment he thought that it was a form to thank him for being his friend. Stupid, right?

Because now it made sense, Mark wasn't congratulating him, he was thanking him for being friends with his nephew. It was never about him, all those moments with Logan were false, everything that he used to know about him was just a persona that he used, for what? God will know. Have even Logan been in love with him? Does his favorite drink really is lemonade? Was all the shit with Williams even real? It is so unbelievable, like, if he’s really from a family of world champions, was it really necessary to lie? To use him? To make him believe that he had a chance? Why kiss him if he was going to disappear in a matter of minutes? If he was the nephew of Sebastian and Lewis, of Nando and Mark, why did they let him live in that world? It was so fun to see? Was he their source of amusement? Do they even know how smitten he is for Logan? Was he even a friend for him? Why?

Why him?

He’s apparently the son, grandson, godkid and nephew of literal stars, millionaires. He could have taken anyone, he had everything. A good and loving family, coming from an old money line, with studies, he even has a bigger amount of fans than some F1 Teams accounts! He is the supposed prince of the paddock! 

Why decide to torture him? Was he even a choice? Was he up to live to their standards? He couldn’t give everything that Nico, Jenson or even Lewis could give him, what have an australian boy that it is compared to Kimi ‘The Iceman’ Räikkönen, who is too retracted to himself to give to a joyful boy from Monaco, who have been doted since his birth? No matter how many wins he achieved, how many times he tried, or the different perspective he got, even if he tried to beat Max, Lando or Charles, not even if he wins a WDC he would never be enough for him.

He never was.

What is he compared to a family of sixteen WDC? Not even a good friend, no? He didn’t try to reach Logan when Williams took his car, he only sended a simple message, he didn't call when Sainz’s move was published, he only sent a trail of messages, he only appeared when Williams got rid of Logan. Is that a friend? A proper mate? How could he even think of courting and mating someone that he didn’t try to catch? Hell, and what about the others? Even in socials Logan is close with Mick, with Esteban and Lance for fuck’ sake! Do they know? Have the whole paddock known? It was so funny his love for Logan that they kept silent?

He couldn’t take it anymore, he broke down. Tears falling and staining his cheeks, a heavy sandalwood smell covering the whole room. His face was as red as could ever be. Horrible sobs escaped from his mouth, it was too much, too much information, realizations, facts, it was too heavy. He felt his lungs failing to do his job, his chest was too heavy, aching with each breath. His hands and legs numb, he couldn't even feel them nor move them, his mind was a kilometer per hour, recalling every single mistake, every moment he failed to notice, showing him all the things he missed, all the flags, how could he accept that Logan was a younger brother when he was always looking for others? How could he think that Dalton and his supposed parents existed when he didn't even hear his voices? Logan went so many time to his house in Australia, but he never visited Miami, when Logan was talking with people in the USA races, he never appeared to be so fond of them, he always felt so at ease in Monaco, Silverstone and Barcelona, how he could be so stupid for believe it in a blink? It makes sense that Logan never wanted him for more than a simple… Lover? Crush? Jester? Like look at him right now. Messy hair, sweatpants, a used t-shirt, an aussie away from home, and all for what? For a man that many marks die for him give a review on his socials? A man whose family could easily buy an F1 Team? 

What a view.

He couldn’t even cherish his 2nd place in Monza. God, even his maiden win wasn’t even a proper win! McLaren had to beg Lando to let him win, it wasn’t even his celebration. And he believes that Logan would want him? Being like that? He bets that now that the world knows his face many alphas are salivating for him, no? Wanting to brush his silky hair with their fingers, feel his fluffy lips, get lost in the sea that are those eyes, dying to touch his little waist and caress the soft and perfectly tanned skin, to claim Logan's body. And he thinks that he is even part of the possibilities for him to choose? How naive, he would never succeed if he kept that up.

A second placer at the end, innit?

His chest continued to ache, his eyes never ending to let tears go, his mind beginning to feel dizzy, his limbs more numb than ever. When did his breath begin to be so rapid? He isn’t even hearing, why does his ears vibrate? Is that normal? Is someone with him? Why is he feeling the room hot? He didn’t put a blanket over him when he crashed into the nest. He just wanted to breathe but even that simple action is too much for him, too much trouble for that, too much failure to try.

— Oscar please, breathe for me pup, please, look at me, Osc, please.

Sebastian was worried, he just came into the packroom for a change of clothing before reuniting all the grid in a conference room to address the issue. He didn't count or imagined receiving the heartbreaking image of Oscar in fetal position having a full panic attack, much less alone. The omega tried hard to make him look at him, the hazel eyes being fixated into the white wall opposite to him, not really watching something, only existing. The worst of all? His scent, it was really sickening, almost drowning in sandalwood, which certainly was heavy and not calming. Just a reminder of the awful state the Aussi was in. 

— Come on Oscar, let's go, they’re waiting for us for a meeting. Let me help you. 

He didn't get an answer. 

The brunette kept his eyes open, looking at nothing, tears still falling from his eyes and his palms trembling as if he was cold. No response to anything, Seb tried to lift him up, but it was completely useless, his body weight was too heavy for him, no movement no nothing.

— Oscar, please pup, please —. The omega’s voice denoted more and more his frustration and angst, his own scent of freshly cut grass changing to something similar to mud. He will need help if they want Oscar in the meeting room to address the situation.

Taking his own phone from his pocket he dialed immediately to the only omega that could take Oscar weight and bring him back to reality. — I need you here in the packroom, now… He’s not okay, Mark, he’s barely answering, come here, please.

A soft whimper made him take another look at one of the McLaren’ alphas, fortunately he was looking directly at h8m, though his eyes were dilated, more tears fell from his eyes, but this time he was trying hard to blink them away. The omega open his mouth as he caressed the brown hairs of the pup, no that he could speak, in that moment Mark entered the room, panting and sweating, his own eucalyptus scent was really heavy as he approached the only two people in the room, kneeling immediately to touch Oscar head, to caress him as the German ex-driver was doing. 

But, unbeknown to the two older omegas, the younger Aussie growled at his manager and gridparent. Making Mark automatically backed off, looking dumbfounded at the younger, searching in Seb’s eyes an answer to what just happened, receiving another look of confusion.

— Osc, it’s me, Mark, what’s happenin, love?.

The Aussie omega tried again to be close to the distressed alpha in the nest, just to hear a whimper and hiss to his direction. Sebastian, trying to ease the situation tried the same, and became closer to the alpha, only to be received with the same response. A growl and Oscar shielding himself from both omegas.

— You lied.

The mumble from where Oscar was hiding was almost silent, but clear to Mark and Sebastian, both that were petrified in their places, understanding the heaviness of those words to them. A dry laugh was heard as the unused and wobbly voice of Oscar filled the 

— You seem so preoccupied, liars.

Mark shaked his head over and over, denying that statement, he was utterly preoccupied about Oscar’s well-being, he didn’t want to hurt him, never, he was like a child for him and Nano, he couldn’t bear his rejection. — Osc is not like that, please, let us explain.

— Explain what?! That you lied to me since I was eleven?! That all of you knew that Logan was mocking me with all his approaches?! Who else does know about this? The whole grid? The world? Were I so funny to you so you didn’t break the news to me? Eh? And you keep saying that. Liars.

Somehow the younger driver takes all his strength to sit in the nest and shout to both ex-RedBull drivers. Looking at them so disappointed, hurt and upset, an image that broke both omegas' hearts break, their decisions caused this, no matter how hard they tried to protect him from the truth they failed in their duties as gridparent and prime omega. In an act of bravery Mark hugged Oscar so hard while the alpha was squirming and growling in his embrace. but the older one didn’t let him go, no matter how bad some scratches will be in his arms and how broken his heart is by the harsh words that the boy directed to him.

— We know we fucked up, Oscar, but please let us explain, there’s much more than you think, you aren’t the only one who didn’t know about… Him, please come with us to the meeting room, we will answer everything, no lies, I promise.

A sarcastic huff was heard as Oscar calmed a bit. — Why don’t they come here?.

— Oscar, liebling , this… Situation affects more people than just the pack, we can’t let them in just because they need to hear it. I suppose you wouldn’t like strangers in the nest, no? —. The blond man spoke softly, not moving his position, but looking with sorrow and a little shame

The sandawool in the room wasn’t that heavy right now, showing his owner's emotions, but the look in Oscar’s eyes demonstrated the distrust towards them. — How will I know that you are telling the truth? If you have been lying to us for years, how could I trust you?.

Ouch.

That certainly hurt the most, because it was true. 

They lied to everyone, they fooled them to believe that Logan and Louis were different people. They fooled the FIA by the love of god. And now every single person who didn’t knew that fact are looking at the with apprehension, as if they weren’t to trust anymore, and not only them, Lewis, Fernando and Mick were suffering the same treatment, they have seen how Max backed off in the moment Mick exited Mercedes motorhome, they grew up close as brothers but the look of betrayal in his eyes was clear, something that happened also with Fred and Liam, both betas were so shocked that they didn’t had the enough strength to talk or more, Pierre and Yuki had to help them to enter the meetingroom but in the moment they saw Lewis, –the fucking prime alpha–, they hissed at him. It hurt them. 

But you know what was the worst?

That the people who make all this shitshow aren’t here. They’re in some fancy hotel or restaurant living their lives, if not they’re heading to Monaco right now, leaving them to pick up the broken pieces.

Awesome, fucking awesome.

Sebastian sighed, standing up, as did both Aussies, then they continued to walk to the room where the rest of the pack and drivers were waiting for them. — You don’t trust us, and that’s okay, we made literally everything to deserve that treatment, but we can assure you, everyone, and I mean everyone, who is involved in this, we will explain everything, no lies, no hiding. I promise, Oscar.

As the lead omega talked they walked the short meters to the meeting room. It was late at evening, the sun was close to go down, only then Oscar noted how much time he spent in the nest, probably Zac and Andrea were fuming by his absence to the debrief. Finally, they stopped in front of the door, listening to some of the muffled voices of the drivers inside, some shouting and all their scents collided, showing how upset they were. Mark only nodded to Sebastian, him taking a big breath before opening the door.

As the door opened and they entered all the conversations that the people in there were having muted.

— Finally, we can start this.

Oscar couldn’t recall who said that, but by the tone and sarcasm the probabilities that Lando said that were high, he sat in some forbidden chair, close to Charles and Max, whose hands were intertwined, looking for reassurance. So they didn’t know either? Well, they never interacted with Logan, no? The most interaction they had was in a gala where both Max and Logan took a photo with their trophies, but that was years ago… Although that shows how deep was that persona.

Shifting in his own place he saw Fernando seek Mark, hugging his mate close as Mark’s eyes watered in the moment he let himself go onto the older alpha. Sebastian doing something similar with Lewis, only that he just leaned into his side, being hugged by the waist and scented at the same time by the Mercedes alpha. Everyone sat still, watching the others’ reactions, Oscar finally noticed the looks of each of the drivers. Lando was a little bit skittish as he leaned to whisper something in Carlos’ ear, the reserve drivers of VCARB and Mercedes looked haunted, Fred looking for answers in Oscar’s eyes trying to read his friend's feelings, not that he could as McLaren's second driver face was like a stone. Alex was silent, looking lost at the wall, pale as fuck, his cheeks with tears strain, eyes red and trembling, George was beside him, trying to confort his mate by any means, –hugs, pats, petting, cooing–, but it was useless, the Thai beta was in a no-response state. Fuck he forgot how fond Alex was of his ex-teammate, that his departure hurted him, how he tried hard to maintain his presence around Logan since Australia. For some strange reason Esteban and Lance were avoiding to look at anyone that wasn’t them or Mick, weird. The room was clearly awkward, which makes him question why are the new drivers of this season and the next here, it was really necessary for their presence right now? Like, he can understand the reasons Mick, Liam and Fred are here, but Olliver, Kimi and Franco need to be here too? Not that he hates the, it’s just odd and they are also weirded out by the looks of their posture

The silence was unbearable, and no one dared to break it. 

Thank God Max isn’t no one.

— Okay, do you gather us to be silent or are you going to spill everything? We don’t have all the time of life, some of us have more life.

Harsh, raw and to the point. Just what was expected from the Dutch, though Charles slapped him softly. Lewis looked at everyone, cleared his throat before starting. — What’s what you want to know? We’ll respond with full honesty.

Yuki asked rapidly. —Who knew about it?.

Eight hands raised. Lewis, Seb, Mark, Fernando, Valtteri, Mick, Esteban and Lance avoided everyone's shocked gazes as their hands were still in the air.

Wait.

Ocon and Stroll? They knew? 

How the fu-

— What the fuck?! How fucking Ocon and Stroll could know before us? —. Surprising for everyone, Alex was the one who shouted, making George flinch. — You, I can understand, if Lo- If he’s really the son of Rosberg it is normal that all of you knew, but why do they know and none of us know? Hell Fred and Oscar were literal friends for years, why? Same goes with Mick, how?.

The throuple looked ashamed and awkward, moving in their places, Esteban and Mick’s scents were rotting, Lance playing with his fingers, it was understandable the shock, Logan never walked or talked with them at the end. 

The German alpha opened his mouth, looking at both omega and beta of his for reassurance. — I met Louis in late 2009, my dad and Rosberg were being welcomed as teammates for the next year, that time Louis and I were presented… And well, we share our time as my dad and his continued racing, also Seb’s uncle for him and me, we've been together as friends since then.

A good reason but not the answer they wanted.

— Why Ocon and Stroll? 

Seeing Alex mad was a really odd thing, and more as his normally docile appearance was shattered as his body shakes with anger, not that Oscar judges, if he wasn’t that tired he would be the same.

— I-.

Esteban cutted immediately Mick, starting to talk, though he still didn't dared to look at anyone, his eyes fixated on the floor,

— When Fernando and I were teammates, I accidentally entered his room searching for him. Louis was there talking with him, without a mask or glasses… So well, I had to go listen to the whole story and somehow we started a sort of friendship? Then Mick, Lance and I started dating, after that Mick realized I knew Louis too and all of Logan persona, so we decided to introduce him to Lance, Lance was a bit hesitant about all the lies and that, but we managed it and the Fernando and Lance became teammate in Aston, so Louis normally is visiting them and Lance and him connected a little bit more… Right?.

Lance only nodded in agreement, ending the whole conversation there as Esteban shut and Mick only crossed his arms, clearly not wanting to talk more of their past with his friend.

— Ofcourse, that’s why in X the fans are always talking about you four outings, no? —. The accented voice of Franco made everyone look at him, questioning, so he continued. — That race in Silverstone Logan, no Louis, mierda this is so confusing, he told me to go to Lewis' party that he couldn't go… But in X every video was showing him, Louis, with a mask and all dancing with you three.

What?

There were videos. Of Logan. Dancing with Mick, Ocon and Stroll. In the same party he went. Possibly a few meters away. While he thought his friend was sick so he was resting in his hotel room. 

— Louis wanted to go and party, as Louis, Logan is just the character he made up to race in F1… Ouais, Jenson told us to take care as he gets tipsy easily and didn't want his face to be revealed in the middle of Lewis’ celebration party —. This time Lance answered, clearing what happened to the driver that replaced his friend, the blond omega who often hides in his driver room when he gets some gossip and Fernando can’t hear them.

The room went silent once again, this time the ambiance was far more uncomfortable.

— How?.

Lewis sighed again, tired. — If you are asking how any of you didn’t catch it Checo, well, since the first appearance of Rosberg in the grid, he protected Lou’s face, covering him with face masks and glasses so he face didn't go to some perverts, but as he grew up, and seeing how the media and the own FIA treated the kids of drivers or nepo babies, he decided to create a ‘persona’… So since he started karting Louis only appeared when Logan wasn’t, he decided to only talk in other languages but english in front of a mix, because his voice changes so it would be easier to disguise, something tha-

A loud ringtone stopped the lead alpha's whole speech. 

Every head turned to see a reddening Fernando, locking his screen. The Aston Martin alpha nodded to Lewis, talking in their own language, but his movements were not the fastest as Liam, –who was at his side–, managed to see the name of the person who was calling, whose name was the topic of today. With courage he spoke up, so everyone could hear.

— Answer him —. Fernando turned to him and looked annoyed by the tone the younger was speaking to him, to his elder, but Liam didn't back off. — Answer him, come on, in speaker, you said no lies, do it.

The cardamom scent was spicier and the Spaniard growled while his omega hissed at the VCARB driver, in vain though, Lewis commanded to pick up the call. Was then when all ears were fixated to the accented voice from the speaker. 

— ¿Aló? .

— Tío Fer, everything okay?.

Unbeknown to him, Oscar whimpered softly as the sweet voice of Logan filled his ears, automatically Charles stood up to hug him as Fref also approached to take one of the Aussie's hands in reassurance, both beta and alpha clearly distressed. 

— Yes, Lou, everything’s okay, why are you calling?.

— Oh, nothing bad, just that dad asked if you and uncle Mark will join us for dinner, papa said that he left you a message? —. Some shouts in German could be heard, as some shuffling sounded in the back, just then Oscar acknowledged the difference in accent from the blond omega on the phone. — Okay I'm here, I put you on speaker so they can talk.

Another voice, this time far more recognizable and accented. — Give me the phone Lou.

— You already have it papa, mein Gott , at this point I'll be purchasing another as this one became the family receptionist.

A voice from afar, more British, spoke up. — I remind you, young man, that you purchased four phones this year.

— Correction, I purchased one, the other three were gifts from some brands for a campaign to promote them, it was good money though. 

The whole meeting room was speechless, too shocked by the smug and entitled tone from Williams’ ex-driver, he always was too gentle and docile, that hearing him say this, –like if he was a spoiled brat–, made the difference.

— And where are all those phones, Lou? … I thought that, now, do me a favor pup, go with your sisters and isoisä and start the bags, we'll be driving tonight to Monaco, we've some things to talk with your uncle.

More noise. Some more German words were exchanged and some giggles were easy to hear from where Oscar was seated, until the omega who interviewed him today began to talk again.

— Nando? You’re still there?.

— Yes, what's wrong?.

The voice sighed as another joined. — Fer are you coming? Nico and I… Okay, Nico prepared some pasta and he said that he left a message to you and Mark, did you receive it?.

Mark frowned in confusion as he spoke. — No, we didn't, mate, but we can't go, we're having some sort of situation here, sorry.

— No worries mate, it's just that we hoped that your presence could calm Louis down a bit…

— What do you mean to calm him down? He sounded good earlier, Jen.

Many hums were heard as all the room agreed with that fact, Logan’s voice and tone was stable, even happy, how it is possible to say that he was panicking, that was the state Oscar, Fred and Alex were in right now. A louder sigh was let out from the German omega on the phone.

— You know Louis, Mark, he’s gonna act like everything is okay until he breaks down. And all that happened in the last weeks was literally too much, right now, it is just a matter of hours before he cracks and we want to ensure that if he has another breakdown, he’s with us in Monaco, safe, but given that you’re still in the paddock we will call if something major happens, that’s okay?.

— Yeah, that’s perfect, say hi to the girls also, we’ll see you in Baku, no?

More comotion, like the sound of many pots and pans being moved before Button answered instead of Nico. — I don't think so, maybe you’ll see Nico en Singapore, but until now we will be between Monaco and England, we’ll tell you later, we’re… Hm fine, Nico is serving dinner, talk to you later, mate.

With that last statement the phone went off as the call ended. Fernando and Mark immediately turned to look at the younger drivers in the room, unfazed like saying ‘are you happy now?’. Everyone was silent again, looking at each other, the ambiance was awkward again, until Lewis spoke up again, this time looking directly at Oscar.

— Something to add?.

The Aussie gulped before adding with a trembling voice. — Did you have fun? —. A confused noise left the elders' mouths, so he continued. — Did you have fun playing with us? You all knew this, almost half of the grid knew it, and probably some team's directors know also, so tell us prime alpha, it was so funny seeing all these people mourn a guy that doesn't even exist? How much time would you have to hide this secret from us? It was really amusing to see all of us talk about our feelings towards an imaginary? Because okay, maybe Max, Yuki, Charles, Pierre, Lando or Carlos aren’t that affected because they didn't share with Logan, but it is visible how affected Liam, Zhou, Fred, Alex and I are! Even Checo and Hulkenberg are shocked because they all knew it was Louis, not Logan!.

As he talked his breaths became more erratic, and his scent had again that spicy tone that even Charles scrunched his nose by the smell of the alpha. Not that he notices, his eyes were fixated on the people he used to look up to, who were an example for many, to only be a facade. How could they? After they’re the pack leaders? After they used to give them advice? After the people in the pack tell them that they were a second family, that a family never turns the back for others? Seb stood up and went to Oscar, standing in front of him, taking his hands in his, the alpha didn’t move, only watching close the older omega movements.

— Oscar, none of us intended to hide this information, it wasn’t supposed to be revealed like this… The situation with Williams was something no one could have predicted and both Nico and Jenson are really protective towards Louis, none of us wanted you to feel betrayed or used, I can assure you that he didn’t play with your heart or that he wanted to make a fool out of any of you, bu-

— How could you affirm that if you aren’t in his life since 2020? It was what Jenson says and probably everyone here knows that too —. The Aussie kept questioning, this time calmer than before as the omega right in front of him started letting his scent involve him, obliging him to be relaxed. — Why do we have to be the ones who suffer the consequences of your past decisions? 

He cooed. — Oh pup, believe us, we’re sorry, we never intended to make any of you suffer this, when Louis told us about his plans years ago… None of us were okay with that, but we let him be as he was determined to make it word, in the end it didn’t matter because all of you are hurting… And we are so sorry —. Oscar let himself relax in the embrace of the omega, dropping immediately.

Mark stood to take the alpha’s body from Seb’s arms, starting to liberate his own scent to make him sleep until they got to his and Fernando’s room, to look after him. The rest of the people stayed, looking, waiting to learn more, to know what just happened all those years ago in front of them and they never realized, being too focused on themselves to acknowledge whatever happened in the same moment as they flourished. Well, technically everything makes sense right now for some of them.

Zhou no somehow understood why Logan never joined the packroom no matter how hard the weekend was. Even that night in Qatar when he was really sick, he never approached the room nor the leaders. He never felt as a part of them, because he already had one, and he never went too close to Lewis or Seb because after all that happened between them and the Rosbergs, why go to them? Still hurt though, he and Logan were somewhat close in the in between.

As if, Logan always appeared to know something about everyone. Alex used to think that the omega was just a simple fan that knew some facts of Nico H or Checo or Kimi, just like some of them are, he never stopped teasing him when Logan blushed after being called a freak fan of the older divers after he said a ‘fun fact’ of them. But now it is visible that those facts were something that he learned because he grew up between them, something that neither George nor him ever had the chance to do, only watching them from the barriers how Lewis won championship over championship, looking at Seb getting podiums or Fernando terrorizing teams, while he, Logan, was the complete opposite, being literally doted on by them whenever he was in the paddock cheering for his family.

Max, Charles and Carlos were shocked to the core, all those years they spent in the paddock with their families and never saw him? No wait, Max remembers a little blond tuff going in and out from Ferrari, to Mercedes to McLaren in his rookie year. Hell he probably should have known, no? The Dutch alpha turned to see his old best friend, Daniel was silent and pale, a really odd image, but that means that Daniel knows too? Well, Daniel was Seb´s teammate in 2014, and then Lewis and Rosberg were still best friends and pack, so the beta could have known Logan or Louis, –however he’s called–, in that time. Wait, if he knew uncle Michael, why didn't he tell him or Mick could have mentioned him, they were raised together, why never talk about him? Was it because of his anger issues? His father? Was he visualized as a threat because of all his family drama to not be trusted with the information about another boy of his age around him? Who could have been his friend in those years?

Carlos felt dumbfounded, he knows that sometimes he’s too zoned out to know what is happening in his surroundings, but never pinpoint that? Literally he, Charles and Ferrari accounts follow Logan’s, –Louis’?–, Instagram and TikTok account, they comment on it por Dios! And he never linked it? He never linked how Logan used to be followed by Button? Or how Rosberg would randomly talk about him in the middle of an interview? Hostias , do Vowles know about this? He had been eaten by the media after he punched Rosberg, so probably he knew, and after that he decided to do that? Wait, is Logan another nepotism child just like him, Max, Mick and Lance? 

Checo, Hulkenberg and Kevin were whispering to each other, feeling guilty, the boy they used to play with when he was around the paddock, alone and bored, was the same man they never paid a look to since last year. Hell Jenson was right, many of them don’t deserve to be saying that they care about mental health when they don’t even talk to Logan when he was struggling in that tractor, but when Louis was in the paddock or galas then they would be around him talking to him in German and Spanish. How convenient, no? No wonder why the Button-Rosberg marriage sometimes never talks to them directly, why would they? They ignored their precious child.

The child that the media envied. 

The child that used to infuriate Toto and Christian with his antics. The child that was in all of the old drivers accounts, in Mick, Esteban and Lance’s. Even Aston Martin’s TikTok account has made some content with him!

The child that every week made a haul of promotion gifts from high end brands.

A child that was perpetually ignored by the grid.

A grid that never saw him as anything more than a loser.

That showed how important the last names are in their field. If Logan had appeared as Louis Button-Rosberg he would have had a Mercedes, RedBull or McLaren seat in a matter of seconds. And people used to say that Lance was the nepo baby? Does this show how bad the media and some fans could be to an unknown member? Every meme used to mock him for being American, would this change? Would this teach them a lesson?

Fred was still in his seat, looking at the sleeping Aussie in Mark’s arms, his friend of years was never his real friend, he never knew him at all at this point. They shared many moments in his and Oscar’s house, going out to different cities while in Prema, making videos for it, racing together, being called FOL, all those years weren’t real. All those years they never bonded enough for Logan to reveal his identity, to show him his house, to present them to his parents, to do something to make them know. Liam approached him, hugging him at the instant he was reachable, Liam also shared many moments with the blond omega when they were in the paddock, he once thought that the American driver would have chosen Liam as his mate, but then he saw the literal heart eyes the blond made when looking at the stone face Aussie alpha. This is too much, and this hasn’t ended though, how many more things have they missed?

The rest of the drivers were in a similar state of mind, questioning themselves or trying to figure it out from the sneak peaks they got from little encounters with Williams’ ex-driver, even the rookies and next drivers of 2025 season were shocked, as they grew up following the star influencer Louis Button-Rosberg’ accounts, liking his videos of his family lifestyle, outfits and foodie recommendations, now knowing they shared the same space without their knowledge it was a moment of realization. More for the Argentinian omega who took his place, but never received a bad comment from him, who instead invited and encouraged him to take his place in many parties, all of that with a smile on his face! And yet he’s here, feeling entitled to hear all the story that broke the F1 in less than twenty-four hours? He just hoped he could meet him again and thank him again, more now knowing that Vowles make that move even knowing that was Louis, –the omega he used to babysit during his stance in Mercedes–, who was behind the Logan persona.

Lewis took the initiative again to continue his explanation after the several minutes of silence in the room, looking at the rest he asked. — Do you wanna know the whole story that we know? Or would you prefer the media version? —. He only received many nods from the rest. — Well, Louis wasn’t planned at all, Nico had him at a very young age but didn’t want to give him up for adoption, so he, Keke, Sina, Vivian and I took the responsibility of being their support as a pack…

-

After the whole conversation between the elders of the pack and the grid a whole new atmosphere around them. Each of them exiting the meeting room at unholy hours with blank, shocked or sad faces, saying goodbyes before entering their own cars to drive to their hotel rooms, making excuses to not see each other until Baku, but everyone knowing that it was to internalize everything that just happened. Lastly, Lewis and Seb went over their car as Fernando and Mark did the same, just that they had Oscar in the omega’s arms, sleeping sound from all the stress he was put into. 

— See you in Baku, guys.

— See ya’ there, man, keep us informed.

Fernando paused his pace, turning to look at the couple with a sad smile. — We will, but take the hint from Jen, okay? He needs you, too, he needs his godfather and onkel .

With that last sentence the Spaniard resumed his walk, helping his mate to accommodate Oscar’s body in the back of the car, then driving off to their shared room, leaving both British and German men still as stone by their car, both of them clutching their wrists, touching the little woven bracelet that have rested there since the first championship of them, a bracelet that every simple person of their old group had with the colors of the livery they win a championship with. A soft whimper left the omega’s lips, looking at his husband for support, just as his alpha let him hug him the braided man let silent tears, –that were suppressed for years–, fall freely. Their own ego and tension they had with Nico and Jenson made them lose the kid they used to spoil, somehow in the interim of 2019 to 2020 they lost all contact with the beaming kid Louis used to be, turning them into strangers that know every detail of his life. 

Can they change it? Or will they live with guilt? Only God and their fate will answer them.

As they ended their hug, the moon started to shine brighter, leading them to their home, watching closely all of the famous Formula One drivers get into their rooms, unlocking their phones and searching the same account. Scrolling video after video, listening to the voice they never dared to pay attention to in the paddock.

“Hallo zusammen, heute werden wir ein paar Kleidungsstücke testen, die mir Channel gesch-”

“Preparati con me per il compleanno di-”

“Meine Top 5 der beliebtesten F1-Strec-”

“Un giorno con me in-”

And the videos went on and on for hours, each of them showing little hints they overlooked, every instagram post left a sour taste in their tongues, looking at the faceless omega who they used to ignore, the omega that had many drivers around his little finger. The omega that never made something against them and still got the cold shoulder from many of them. 

And as a matter of fact, Baku and Singapore were indeed hard races as the Button-Rosberg Marriage kept their promise.

The Azerbaijan Grand Prix was an absolute blast, the media frenzy was always on record, trying hard to gain some new information from the grid, team leaders, CEOs and managers. Some fans were caught snooping from time to time listening to the calls that old drivers had, some of them even made a recap of all the circus that just happened in Monza. Oscar’s state of mind was a little bit better, his mother visited him, letting him dump all his emotions, dreads and desires into her, petting his head whenever the Aussie was in need of reassurance. It was a good visit. She also reminded him of all the things he used to say about him , how in love and fond he is of him , and he can’t deny it, –no matter how painful the revelation of his true self was–, he still loved him , ha wanted to push any boundaries and go straight to his manager place and demand him and Fernando the real location of where he lives; to ask Lewis and Sebastian which were his favorites plates and sweets so he could make them for him ; to run into Valtteri room to seek for advice on how to make him laugh freely and enjoy an evening together; to meet with Mick, Esteban and Lance so they could tell him all about the details of him that he missed and give him his number, his real number; to go to the own devil’s cave and ask personally to Jenson and Rosberg about his early years, what kind of holidays he had, what games he plays with his sisters. All of this he would do, all to get to know him better.

To make him suitable for him.

But first he needs to be enough for himself, he could think about him later, this week he’ll be bringing more points to the Constructor Championship for McLaren and no one will make him fail the task. So he kept it all to himself, focusing only into getting a good quali and then winning. After all, the car feels good, its pace is perfect to compete for a win today. Maybe he can erase that spur taste his maiden win left, because today it was his. Baku will be his.

And so he went, he pushed harder than ever, passing Charles with grace, listening Tom encouraging him to kept that P1 until the end, not even telling him where position was his teammate or the others of the pack, focusing on himself, –something he hasn't done in so much time since the last weekend–. Blissful he would say, lovely even, passing the checkered flag, receiving praise from his engineer, watching the papaya crowd go loud at the eighty-one crossed the line, winning his second race being followed by the rosso corsa and platinum cars of Charles and George. They catched up quickly before the celebration, getting to know the crash between Checo and Carlos, now it makes more sense that Lando only gave him a nod before running to his mate’s location, anyways, that champagne bath was a relief, he could hear the cheers from many members of McLaren from the podium, the smiles from his pack were reassuring and proud. 

He was feeling like the number one again.

The press conference was even better, reporters congratulating him for his win, saying how good his drive was, that the car looked really good this year, that he could be competing with Charles for that third place in the standings. It felt right, even some of the Sky Sports crew manifested some good luck for the rest of the season, some of them even letting him go early, saying while winking that his lucky charm must be working really hard, that he should be celebrating this win with him… Without the knowledge that he had received only silence from the other line, only getting to know him from his Instagram and TikTok account. And that was the sad part, since Monza he hasn’t posted anything, nor commented on his parents or uncles stories or photos, only liking them. The alpha would be lying if he dared to say that he hasn't kept the tabs on what the social media says about him , if dared to say that he hasn't liked any of his content it’ll be an utterly lie. Because he have been following every fan account that talk about him , he had been liking every post that have the very small trace of him, leaving him to like every video and photo dump he posted before, even going to his family accounts to take a little bit of what was his life, how he emerged to be the omega he fall in love for, to get to see the other face of the coin, to long the last bit of him since that dreadful but dreamy parking lot kiss.

Knowing that background it was pretty shocking to the Aussie to find a white envelope, resting on top of the coffee table in his driver room. It was simple, only his name written in it, a handwriting he used to read when kids, how the hell did it get there? Is he here in Baku? Anyone has seen him, any camera has captured him , there wasn’t a post or a video or tweet saying they saw him . It must be a dream. But it wasn’t, no matter how many times he blinked the envelope stayed there, gracefully placed, inviting him to open it and read whatever was inside.

So he did.

He first sit down in the sofa, –still in his race suit–, taking with trembling hands the envelope, caressing with his fingers the handwrite of his name, he needed many breaths to finally open it, inside there was a paper, opening it he noted little circled traces that made the paper a little bit wrinkled and shaded, but that didn’t matter he wanted to read it. 

“I don’t really know how to start this Osc, should I begin with ‘Dear Oscar’? ‘Hello’? All of those starts sound awful, we are not like that, or at least we weren't. I can’t put into words how proud I am of you, how far have you come since that day in karting that we got to know each other. You probably are thinking about how I got to know that you just won another race, and the thing is that I don’t really know, I’m just sure that you will, because while you are reading this letter in the future, I am in my room writing it, isn't that wonderful? How my past self is praising you, dreading you while you are in your driver room with a trophy in hand waiting for the celebration to start. For me it is.

I know I haven’t reached you, I haven’t answered your texts or calls, or sent a signal of life with our friends or my dads, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I’ve already caused you too much pain in the last year and a half. And I know it has been a year and a half and not just the past week, because I have been distancing myself from you since the problems with Williams started, but how could I not do that? If you’ve always have been the star, you were shining by yourself in McLare, you were being seen by the people, by the crowd, the grid receive you with open arms, I couldn't take that away from you only because I fell for you more than five years ago, it feels like an eternity since I hugged you, since we talked for hours while watching the stars, but I know that you’ll be okay, because it is you Osc, it has always been you. You lighten up my nights with the messages you sent, with every meme you associated with us and at some point I saw that it was me who was taking your light, who was being selfish to make you feel bad for winning points, for being in the spotlight.

And don’t say that is not true, because it is. We used to share that light, we used to be inseparable, wherever you would be I was three steps away, my dad used to say that you were another limb of mine. That it would be impossible to make us apart. In the end I was the one that did that, because of my lies, of the lies you were trapped in. And I’m so sorry Osc, I never wanted our friendship to end, I never wanted our love story never had a begin, I’m sorry that I make you fall in love with me, I’m so sorry, because I really love you, and my heart roots for you, but to be loved is to be cared, and I didnt do that, Iet you in the dark, to believe that Logan Hunter Sargeant was real, that you loved a Florida man. 

I don't have any excuses for my actions, we have many moments were I tried to tell you all about me, in that mall outings, or when I visited you in your house, when we were in vacations only the two of us, when we shared our car ride back to the hotel room, when Fred said that he would let us alone so we could share more time. I had all the opportunities to say something and I decided to keep quiet. I’m not seeking for forgiveness in here, because I know you would give it to me in a heartbeat, and that is not fair with you Osc, your heart is so pure and kind that you would be flying to my place if I told you where I am, but I want to explain to you everything, you deserve it, I want to give you all the reasons of why I did what I did, just to at least ease some of the pain I caused you. So please, keep reading.

The first years of our friendship I wasn't sure if it was okay to dump on you all the information of my family, as I grew up with my face private. But then I feel for you, and it was awesome, I feel complete and happy and ready to be yours, to tell you all about me. But then we gained a little bit of fame, we started to be recognizable and I started my socials account, the real ones, and you always seemed to me a man that loved his privacy, so why make you be the lover of an influencer of an omega who prefers be in the mouths of the rest, of the media, who wanted to be a star, but couldn't.

No matter how many times I wanted to live my real life, with you by my side, it couldn't be. No matter how many times I wished you were with me during my heats, I knew that it was impossible, because when I showed you my account saying that I was an F1 influencer you only said that you weren't really into that type of lifestyle, that me being me isn't the life you wanted to have, because you wanted a chill life, no the one I grew up with. And I realized that no matter how many times I tried to change my content, my life, how I appeared, you never saw Louis as the man you wanted, as your future mate, you wanted Logan, you wanted an introverted omega who spoke softly that never went too far with the cameras, you wanted him, not me, and that made me shut it all, no matter how disastrous the consequences would be.

I know this isn’t a good reason, or an excuse for all the damage I’ve done. I know that probably your mother doesn't like me anymore, or that our friends think that I am the worst, because I knew that this could happen and still I did it, but what can I do? I wanted you to keep your eyes on me one last time, I wanted to savor your lips, I wanted to be called yours, but I couldn't, because I wasn't truthful with myself. So please Osc, don’t guilt yourself with ‘what if’s’ because none of this was your fault.

I’m so sorry, I hope you could find peace and keep the old promise we made, race for us, but mostly, race for your dreams Oscar, keep that first place in the track as I keep you in my heart.

— With love, Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg.”

The white sheets he had in his hands were trembling, manu more little traces accompanied the firsts one that came in the letter. Tears from the present accompanying the past tears of the writer of it, Oscar was crying, his heart pounding in his chest. But his scent didn't reflect the pain or agony that he felt the last few days, instead, the sandalwood smell was relaxing, like if some weight was lifted from his shoulder. Oscar let his face bury in the letter, smelling the soft vanilla with cinnamon tones in it, he couldn't help but smile between the tears, he always was so selfless that tried to erase the wrongs that he did and still tell him that he loved him and had him in his heart. Oh God, and writing this letter even before his own race, stating and manifesting that he would win in Baku only made his heart grow in love with that man.

With a sad smile on his face he secured that letter in his backpack, going for a quick change before joining the rest of the pack in their celebration. It is time to keep moving forward.

-

The Singapore Grand Prix came and went without any problems. Lando won and everyone at McLaren was excited, he even remembers Carlos sneaking into their motorhome only to be spinned by his mates in the cheer of the moment. It was a beautiful sight. Oscar knew that Rosberg was here, he saw him entering the Sky Sports place in different moments of the weekend, sometimes talking in the phone or walking with some others reporters, always too invested in himself to not turn around and see the looks on the drivers faces, unless he noticed them but doesn’t want to work on them.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

The race weekend ended and now they had a few weeks off. They could finally take a step back and be themselves before continuing the championship battle. So with that resolution Lewis and Seb invited the gridpack to their apartment, –too big if you ask him–, in Monaco, arguing that it is needed to welcome the new members and also have a small retreat there before heading to their own little vacations. So all of them went without any complaint.

Oscar came with Lando and Carlos in their car, being followed by Charles, Max, Alex and George in theirs too, saying that it would be better to come in a group so the leaders didn't need to be opening the door many times and so. While in the elevator they chatted and laughed, while being careful with the trails of food and goodies they brought to their little get together. Their laughs apparently were pretty audible as the couple of leaders opened their door in the same moment they exited the elevator, greeting them with gleeful smiles, sweet and relaxing scent and some pats in their heads.

Though their calming ambience was easily cut as loud voices were heard from the stairs and two tuffs of blonde hair were running off it, laughing. They turned to see what was happening, just to also encounter Nico and Jenson Button-Rosberg going down the stairs with a leash and a gray fluffy bunny while talking, not noticing that they had company. But the cherry on top of the cake was the figure that was running down, apparently chasing the two giggling girls, while yelling.

— Ali! Naila! Give me my phone back, jetzt !.

— Kids! Don’t run off the stairs!.

— Sorry papa!.

The small interaction was watched with wide eyes by them, still standing in the front door of the Hamilton-Vettel household, not daring to say a word but

— What?.

The trail of lamingtons fell into the floor, making a horrible sound as the retired drivers on the stairs turned to see them. Widening their own eyes at the image of more than five drivers in the hall, pales as ghosts, clearly having seen Louis running off the stairs, each of them wanting to say something, but couldnt by the shock.

Until the German reporter exclaimed. — Kinder gehen sofort zum Auto! .

Some noise was heard from many floors below, so the marriage only started going down the stairs quickly, only Jenson nodding to them before following his husband and kids, leaving them speechless. Lewis and Seb rushing them immediately into the apartment, leaving behind the trail of goodies that fell, asking Oscar if he was okay, if he needed something, but the only thing that the Aussie could make was signaling to the balcony, Max and Charles taking the hint helped him to sit down in the chair that was placed there, leaving him alone for a few minutes while they arranged some things in living area before joining him.

Calmly he took his phone from his pocket, dialing the number he tried so hard to forget, putting it close to his ear, waiting to be hanged up, but instead, the call continued until the prerecorded voice welcomed him.

— Hallo, you called Louis Button-Rosberg, I couldn't take the call, leave a message after the beat, bitte !.

And so he did, he talked for five minutes straight while looking at the beautiful landscape that Monte Carlo was, dreading to get to see him in a while. To love him again.

Because to be loved, is to be seen.

And he loves Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg.

Chapter Text

The internet never forgets, they said. And how true is that statement? Every single tweet, photo and video are saved in the depths of the thing we call, the cloud. Nothing is missed. More when you are somehow a little bit famous, the so called fans follow every single movement you made, they know the way you walk, the mannerism you make when anxious or angry, they show the world the changes of styles throughout the years of your life, even when you believe that you weren't important back then. They have your photos and videos of infancy, they can make you look as the greatest in a matter of seconds. Or make your life a living hell.

So why did you believe that using a mask, wearing sunglasses, hiding your face and changing your voice with an accent was going to protect you?

You had the opportunity to not create your socials, to make Louis private so Logan could live. But no. You wanted a double life. You desired the luxurious life of a kid who grew up between wealth and fame, who was cherished just like a prince, but you also wanted to be discreet, you feared the world’s reaction, and decided to hide. 

You didn’t do a good job, though.

You hurt far more people than the ones that got away with your decisions.

That’s what you wanted all along? To perturb the everyday life of the people you affirm to love? Your parents and grandparents are having sleepless nights just to watch your dreams, to care for you, your uncles are being scrutinized by every single media and reporter they encounter, the friends you used to have don't know who you are, they feel robbed, used… And the man you love? He hasn’t been the same since that day and you know it, and even though you send him a letter with your fucking excuses, using your uncle to deliver it for you, as if that piece of paper would spare your sins, he had never recover from your depart, you ruined the last part of his career by being selfish.

How naive you have been.

You haven’t even opened any of your socials, knowing that the constant ring and buzz from it are millions of people calling you out of your lies. They know who you are, they know what you had donde, not only fucking up the whole paddock, but also showing how bad of a driver you were, how you are a loss of time and effort, a waste of talent, money, fame and family. But at least you did something right, no? Your departure gave that argentine omega the opportunity to succeed, to show what it is to really ride a car, right? He clearly showed that he deserved better the new car with upgrades more than you, he more deserved the points, he deserved more those little talks and moments with your godfather and uncles more than you, his place in the grid is more cherished than yours.

He’s a better driver.

He’s a better teammate.

He’s a better omega.

He’ll be a better partner.

He is better.

Oh come on, don’t start with your act, those whimpers and tears aren’t even real, you aren’t convincing anyone that this situation hurted you. No one will ever agree with you that you were innocent, anyone will ever believe you again after lying to their faces for more than ten years, and not only you, your family too, or you think that some champion or some reporters or a so-called activist will ever be credible when they support a fake persona? Don’t be so stupid. And stop fucking crying, you are not a kid anymore, not even your sisters cried that way when they were babies, you are just overwhelmed by the consequences of your actions. Cut the act, you aren’t sorry.

Not even for lying you are worthy of. 

You aren’t worth the effort.

You useless driver wanna be.

You undesirable omega.

What? You don’t like being called that? What did you expect? Call you pretty? Beautiful? Gracious? Don’t make me laugh, did you really think that you got the good genes of Nico Button-Rosberg? You may have his eyes and hair but come on, too tall to fit into the arms of your beloved alpha, too muscled up to be wanted by some sort of CEO, too stupid for anyone with a degree in hands. Or haven’t you noticed those little love handles that you developed those last months? Or the scars in your face from some pimples you had? Or those tiger marks in your hips and thighs? And you still believed that you were nice, did you think that those things were beautiful? That someone will look at them and want to bang you? Not even Oscar when he loved you would react with pure passion, he’ll never think about you as someone beautiful, maybe cute, but not enough to be desired.

Maybe you should use some of the money you earned while in Williams or your family’s to fix up your mistakes. Maybe some filler here, a little bit of botox there were your smile wrinkles are visible, maybe pass the scalpel through out your skin, some plastic to give form to your body, you could also start using those anti-age creams, –I heard that using a guasha help to sculpt a little bit your face–, or start going to pilates so at least someone could look at you without wincing, and by the time you used all of this well, maybe your neck be skinnier, your body will be formed, your face and skin smoother, you’ll have curves.

Yes, look at you.

Observe those imperfections in the reflection of your mirror from the commodity of your bed. What do you see? Tell us honey, the media never fails, the mirror never lies. There, you see that mole? It can be erased with a laser or concealer, or maybe you could smile more, but you’ll end up wrinkled, and who wants a partner like that? The minimum you can make is at least look appetizing. Maybe you should get up and do some exercise, you clearly need it. And it is not me who said it, the whole world knows it, but those woke people cancel every single comment that adverts the reality, so everyone is going to say that you are beautiful as yourself.

They’ll say love yourself.

They’ll show you products to appeal better.

They’ll use you.

They’ll lie to you.

Just like you.

Oh no, you are crying all over again, grow a pair man, this is just us commenting on reality. If you can’t take some criticism you should start opening that door of your parents yacht and go-

— Loulou? Are you there?.

A little blonde head appeared from the door, Alaïa was there, watching her older brother crying in silence, his pajamas wrinkled and disheveled, his hands clutching and harming his own arms. The blue eyes of Louis were completely lost in the view of the mirror of his room, sitting on the mattress, looking directly at his reflection, his lips trembling as his nails kept pressing his skin, leaving marks on the way. His scent was more than rotten, it exclaimed sadness, anger and anxiety, it was clear why the omega had his terrace door open but the room door closed. The girl winced at the smell, but no matter what, she automatically ran to her brother's side, climbing the bed to tightly hug the crying man, hushing him in German, just like she has seen their papa do.

No response.

— Lou, can you hear me? Lou! PAPA! DAD! Come, bitte !

Many footsteps were audible as both retired drivers barged into the room, their looks and scents revealing their state of mind. They are only covered by some nightgowns and robes, hairs as a bird nest, no make up to fix their looks, and completely barefoot. The reaction was immediate as soon as they took a look of the state their oldest was. Jenson took in his hands Louis’, clutching them with force, as he tried to make his kid regain a little bit of consciousness. Meanwhile, Nico took Alaïa in his arms, commanding her to go to her room, to not see her older brother like that, that she didn’t deserve to watch his brother destroy himself from the inside. Neverminde, the girl refused, going off from the embrace of her papa to be by the side of Louis, yelling that he needs her, that Louis has been there for her and Naila since their birth so it was unfair to him to not be there for him too.

The older German was speechless as the little girl approached the bed again, placing herself in the lap of her brother, not giving a single look to his dad who was still trying to talk to Louis with their hands intertwined. Simply, hugging the torso of Louis, letting some of her milky scent cover the rotten vanilla with cinnamon. Nico sighed as he exited the room, Jenson made a confused noise as his mate disappeared from the picture, though that sentiment didn’t last, the omega walked in minutes later with another body in his arms, Naila was still asleep as the mess continued. Seeing her sister there made Alaïa move to make space for her, the only alpha in the room looked up for his husband, asking in silence about the next steps, the answer was clear. Let them be, let them calm by themselves. So he did that, he got up while putting Louis hands over the duvet, far from his now scarred arms, using all of his strength to move his son’s body into a better position on the mattress, tucking him and Alaïa for then help Nico to accommodate his other girl near Louis, beside her other sister.

After all of that, the change was clear, Louis was asleep, with tear tracks on his cheeks, but his scent was no longer toxic, and both girls were sleeping too, embracing the moment in their brother's bed. The only sound that could be heard was their sighs, breaths and the ocean wind from the terrace of Louis’ bedroom. Both men looked at each other, both clearly exhausted, in silence they let their kids rest while they walked to the cozy living room of their yacht. They seated together, pressing their bodies close, tangling their limbs so they couldn’t know where the other body begins, the silence was too much, the sound of the waves were their only companion, the couple was zoned out, too deep in their thoughts to seek the other for peace.

— What are we doing wrong, Jen?.

The voice of Nico was just a whisper, cracked by the emotions of the last minutes. He looked up for his husband, blinking hard to suppress the tears that tried to escape from his eyes. He didn’t understand, they have tried all, and still it felt like if they are losing their boy day by day, no matter how they managed all the mess of F1, the light from their little pup eyes have faded with each new post from the F1 socials, with each comment from stupid and ignorant assholes in the internet. They have changed the smiling pup they raised, what happened to the beaming pup that always played pranks on them? To the little kid that loved to be lifted in his dad’s arms? Who pleaded too many times for a little brother or sister and was delighted when he received two? To the empathetic omega that always listened to others, who loved to learn about his family love stories, dreaming to tell to his own pups in the future the love story he had? He has been slipping from their grasp since then.

How much have they not noticed? Since when they have been losing their pup? Nico couldn’t make it, but he had seen the look that Louis had before in him, back in 2016, when he tried to end it all, when the comments of his body and worth make him starve, when he believed that Jenson had found a new omega to make a family with. He can’t let his pup live the same hell he had to live, not when Louis still have them, when he is a call away for Mick and his boyfriends be there for him, to remind him his worth, something that he didn’t had the luxury to do in the middle of what they call the silver war. He wishes that he could freeze the time, to go back to the good times, when all they cared about was who was Lou’s favorite uncle or the loser that was going to pay for their dinners. Though this isn’t about him, he had played all of his cards already… Louis can still play, he can at least figure out a new path or rebuild some relations, there’s time to fix the mistakes of the past. But how?

— I don’t know, darling… I wish I knew.

Jenson looked down to his mate, a knowing look in his eyes, he’s aware of the insecurities that are consuming his child and mate brains, and it hurts to know that he can only soothe one of them. That, the time is the real villain here, he can’t take his boy in his arms and sing a lullaby to him so he can dream safe and sound as he did when he was eight, there’s no more dinner dates with his pup so he can believe that he will never go away from him just what he used to do in 2009, because this time… It’s not the Brit that could go away, it's Louis. He may not try to do it, but the intention is there, the fatigue is already showing from his moves, their meals, his words. Everything is there and they can’t do anything more, they’ve tried everything, but this wound is beyond them.

He kissed Nico’s temple, letting their tears fall freely.

Parents shouldn’t be the ones to see their child die, friends should live a long happy life beside their friends, lovers shouldn’t live separated by death. He’s supposed to live long, to have kids, to go gray smoothly, to smile and have little wrinkles that express the happiness of a life well lived. What they can do to stop his brain to fuck all the things that he have ever loved? How can they shut the intrusive thoughts from his mind? People already say that they overprotected him all his life, that he should move out and live without them, but if they let that happen… What type of call will they receive? From the hospital? From a psychiatric center? From the police? He can process to give his son away to a man that respects him, that cherishes the ground he steps in, –just like he does with Nico, as Keke does with Sina and so on–, but he can’t give his pup to the cold hand of death.

Not before, when he was just a kid playing between celebrities.

Not then, when he decided the same dangerous career of the family.

Not now, when he is just a floor up with his brain as his enemy.

Not after, when the time makes his thing and his husband and him can’t keep the pace of life.

— I don’t think it is a good idea to go together to Las Vegas, it could cause another reaction… We should stay here, maybe visit your family, we could let the kids be watched by my mother or Vivi if Sky Sports needs us.

The alpha sighed, moving in the little embrace of his mate to look eye to eye. — We’ll just slow the process then, love, no matter what we do he’ll have to confront them.

Nico didn’t agree, shocking his head. — No, he doesn’t need more pain, the media will eat him alive if he appears with us in Las Vegas, you saw how the other reporters treated you in Austin, if that’s with you, with me… How would they treat him?.

— We already promised him that he would be by our side during the race, we aren’t backing up, Ni, if something happens we will take the same actions that we did in Monza, we will continue by his side, not letting him down nor hiding him from the cameras… If t-they want to talk to him, he has the right to accept or not a chat, we will only interfere if needed.

Another minute of silence was the answer he had. So he took with one hand the face of his husband, caressing with his thumb the cheek of the omega, looking at him, only him, watching for what appears to be a millennia the eyes of the man he loves, noticing for the first time the changes in his beloved mate. How his skin is no longer that smooth, rather a bit more tanned than pale, his hair is thinner but still glowing, his cheeks seems fuller and his jaw less defined. He notices the crow’s feet adorning his eyes are deeper, that his eyes still sky-blue are a bit more small, some of his moles have faded, and his lips once were fuller. But it’s still his mate, and he knows that he has changed too, –with him, beside him–, more wrinkles in his forehead and between the eyebrows, some weight in his low stomach, his hair shorter and with some entrances. Oh how much he wishes his pups have the same luxury to be like this, to grow old with a loving partner, that at some point they’d lose track of time by the joy of sharing your life with them.

— W-what if they tore him apart? —. The smell of cinnamon and oranges was yet not distressed but preoccupied, showing the doubt of Nico in Jenson’s decision, so the alpha decided to put an end, letting the black tea scent cover the other, just like their bodies were arranged in that sofa of the living room of the first floor of a yacht that it is placed in the middle of the mediterranean sea, few weeks away from the next race, from the next interview and reportage for Sky Sports, from the scrutiny of the F1 world. 

— Then we will put the pieces together once again.

And that was the final resolve. 

- 

Las Vegas always carried a loud and luxurious ambiance to anyone who ever entered the paddock or walked around the surrounding area. Too many people, fireworks, reporters everywhere, fans and celebrities, cameras catching every single mistake they’ve made, some of them recording every single outfit the drivers and celebrities wore. Like, it was too much until a point. And anyone could agree with that, also, some drivers of the current grid if they had the opportunity would quit this or Qatar circuit in less than a blink, he would do that too, sincerely.

But life isn't perfect and the Las Vegas race week is already starting.

From the McLaren garage everything seemed normal, some debriefs here and there, small talks with engineers for the race, talking about the tires changes and some predictions about how this grand prix would end. Nothing too overwhelming since the paddock already did that job. Though, he could sense that something would happen, maybe his teammate will cut Max’s possibilities of a fourth championship? He still holds the belief that the Dutch alpha could surpass the points since Brazilwas a good race for him, but that RedBull seemed… Dull, not that he could judge by his last standings since Austin, but a man can dream.

Speaking of the devil, the other four drivers of the top 5 championship standings decided it would be a good decision to linger in the McLaren garage, probably they had some sort of permission by being the mate of their first driver, the actual champion on the standings and Ferrari’s golden boy, but who knows. The Aussie smiled at them, clearly tired, he just was hoping to skip until friday to not to engage to another reporter questioning and just do his job. Lando let go his grip on Carlos’ waist to pat his teammate's shoulder, a shiteating grin plastered on his face.

— Hey mate, looking fresh, long week?.

Oscar scuffed, he clearly hasn't looked fresh in a while. — Just the usual, ready to not let Max pass or what?.

As the Brit tried to answer, a loud laugh cutted him. The RedBull driver walked to them with a wild smile on his face, making himself a space next to them. — You really think he can beat me? Your car might be almost illegal but there's no reason to lie, mate.

— A little hypocritical from you, Max, 2023 wasn't the most legal either, remember?.

— Desolé, mon amour , Carlos is right there… But look at the bright part, if Max have his fourth championship that implies that we will have until 2030 or 2031 to at least win a title in between —. Charles walked to them while saying his little prediction, deciding to step side to side with his teammate, cracking a smirk from the Spanish omega.

— In a fucking Williams? Cabrón , you have more faith than tifosi.

The single comment made everyone laugh, some of the engineers turned to see, some of them even darted some dirty looks by the loud noise they were making. They paid no attention to that, the season was almost over and they needed at least to take a breath from all the things happening in the last months. In exchange, they should be relieved that he and Carlos haven't got into a fight or made any snarky remarks. Though, since that, the next Williams driver seemed more amicable with him, maybe feeling pity but Oscar’s not going to dive in that theory, at least he’s getting along with his teammate mate.

— Wait, schatje, why are you implying that I’m not going to accomplish another title?.

The smirk on Charles' face really amused the Aussie, waiting for the response of the Monegasque.

— Well babe, that happened to RedBull after Seb’s fourth win, the same pattern, and looking at the McLaren, maybe it will be a new papaya’s era.

Neither Oscar nor Lando couldn’t keep a straight face after the comment, watching closely how the dutchman's face turned to disbelief by the words of his mate and fiancé. His mouth was even gaping, no words from it, just the exact representation of shock. And to top it off? Charles was just smiling as innocently as he could.

— Seb’s gonna kill you the moment he learns that you say that, Cha.

Charles only shrugged. — See if he believes you, amore .

No amount of PR training, thirst traps, merch and cute video that Ferrari’s social account publish will ever be enough to cover the fact that Leclerc was a fucking menace. Carlos joined them, laughing and leaning over the Aussie as he continued to mock the other couple. Their little group continued talking and bickering in the same spot, some fans and media’s cameras catching some of their moments, probably they’ll see each other in some TikToks or reels when they opened their socials, but right now they all felt lighter.

Maybe it was the ambiance, the lack of scents thanks to the patches they used, the knowledge that this circus will be over soon, or the new bond the drivers shared after the meeting with the older and retired drivers. Newfound relations were made and somehow the grid seemed less tense, like, last race fucking Alpine won a 2-3 podium an their drivers hugged each other, putting an end to the French war… After what? Five or more years? And that hasn't be only change, he swears he had seen Fernando and Mark linger more often in Mercedes garage, –not not mention the constant visits of James Vowles to Lewis’ side of the garage where somehow, each time, Toto Wolff was there, or vice versa, he had seen Toto and an old Mercedes engineer visit the Brit omega in Williams–, even Fred got more time to spend with the Aussie alpha, rekindling their friendship. Whatever raced in the minds of every single person involved in this newfound peace on track, well he must be thankful.

He exited his own zone as soon he heard Lando and Max bickering, or well, more talking shit.

— Come on man, can’t we just have a moment without her here? It’s like Sky living from our discomfort.

Oscar finally spoke up, seaking for some context of the change. — What are you talking about?.

— Look at the screen —. His eyes followed the TV Carlos’ defeatedly pointed at, unsurprisingly, there it was, Danica Patrick talking about some sort of gossip or nonsense. — I swear they make it for views and drama, there’s like far more drivers that could be making her job, Montoya or even Grosjean could be there.

He interjected. — I thought Sky had fired her?.

— Same, but apparently she gives them enough content to keep her inside —. The Brit made a dramatic sigh, though it seemed more like a yawn. — I swear it, everytime she hosts my fyp is filled with awkward compilations of her and the other reporters' conversations… Most of them are Jenson looking dead at the camera.

Max hummed in agreement. — At least she’s not bothering anyone right now, it’s just her.

The TV screen continued to show Danica with her characteristic mic signaling to something behind her, her expression totally presumptuous. The camera moved where her finger was pointing, directly to the crowd, the camera trying to focus on a group of people near the barriers, maybe the VIP zone? Not that he could tell by the quality of the image, as they only showed distorsioned shapes with colours. Oscar huffed, moving his gaze from the TV to shoot a look at the Dutch.

— Talked too soon Max, look.

The rest of the group groaned at the sight, even Carlos started to massage his temple, damn that woman is well liked around here. — Mate! Care to turn on the sound? Wanna hear what this woman’s saying —. Almost instantly the voice of the beta ex-driver filled their ears, and apparently the cameraman finally focused the lens to see what that woman was on.

Fatal error.

— As you can see, over there we find no only one, but three world champions: Keke Rosberg and of course, Jenson and Nico Button-Rosberg, doing a special appearance after many races with no answer, not gonna lie I was told that Jenson would be hosting Sky today, but there they are —. As the beta woman spoke the camera captured Keke, Nico and Jenson talking between the, the Brit embracing his mate by the waist with his chin over the omega’s shoulder, the German still talking with his father, the three of them not noticing the camera on them, not that they looked bad, they dressed up luxurious but elegant. — Moving to the right we can notice no other than the own Louis Button-Rosberg with his little sisters: Alaïa and Naila, though we’re keeping the girls faces private, as all the world have now know that Louis was also the ex Williams driver Logan Sargeant, good for them to pay us a visit, now… —.

The McLaren’ second driver was speechless, his eyes fixated on the TV screen, his mouth gaping at the sight of the blonde omega, the one he had desired since his adolescence, the one who owned his dreams, the one he had been stalking on social media in order to understand and be part of the world the other belonged to. And jeez, God have mercy on him. He looked ethereal. His blonde hair was styled to have some waves and curls, a pair of sunglasses placed between those silky golden strands, and his face, pale and smooth, maybe with a little bit of makeup if he squint his eyes to the not so clear image the TV was showing, a soft smile on his pink fluffy lips, those lips that mow we're moving to talk to the people around him. His outfit was delightful, whoever recommended the blondes to use blue was a fucking genius, his clothes embraced every curve, movement, he was clearly wearing the clothes, not the other way. After all, Log- Louis looked so confident, giggling, bubbling in the spotlight, clearly glowing with the lights of the night, the fireworks complementing his smile, his dimples being more noticeable than it had been in years. 

His mouth felt dry and even though he was using scent patches, he could sense the faint smell of sandalwood lingering around him, his alpha instincts even making soft rumbles as he kept watching the scene, not paying much attention to whatever the woman on the screen was narrating. 

His eyes only had one person to focus on.

His daydreaming was cut short as soon he felt someone shake his shoulders. He blinks once and then twice to recover, looking angrily at Lando, how dare he to-?

— Oh wait! Look at that, Mick, Esteban and Lance are there too, seems that they’re talking with Louis, it’s been a while since we have seen them together in one place, don’t you think? Now that we see them, this may be the not-so-first time Louis is spotted in the paddock, will he enter Aston’ motorhome or maybe McLaren? No one has forgotten about that kiss…

Wait, is he coming over? Will he see him after what appears to be a lifetime? They’ll get the chance to speak freely, no more lies, no secret lives, no more hiding, will they? Is that even possible? Has some God taken pity on the situation and decided to intervene? Go no, if he’s going to be here today with his whole family, and the beta said that Button was supposed to host with her, that means that they’ll be here for the whole weekend! He got the chance, but first he needs to re-arrange his room that has been a mess since Baku, only the letter of his second win sitting safely on his coffee table, the reminder of what he had and now could take if his approaches were welcomed.

— I need to go, see you around —. He didn’t linger to hear the responses of his fellow drivers, running to his driver room and locking it before anyone could enter without permission, he’s an alpha with a purpose and no one will stop him of finish this task, much less when the time is counted and he can’t waste a single minute more after spending years of yearning.

Without his knowledge, across his place, in the exact spot the Sky Sports camera caught them, the Button-Rosberg family was there, sharing a good moment before the three retired drivers started working for the media. Louis was happily talking with his friends of all and anything at once, the congratulations were said and Esteban bright and toothed smile make everyone keep the vibes, sharing some predictions about the race, –sometimes his papa or dad interjected with their own opinion, but that didn’t make the moment less endearing–. Louis was calm, his scent revealing the happiness he was feeling, going out with his friends and family was a good distraction after what happened in his parent’s yacht and he doesn’t want to repeat that experience, nor see that afraid gaze in any of his sister eyes again, he was working on it with some specialist, since the young omega refused to take any medication.

— And then Pierre looked at me and said that he was happy and proud about me maintaining the first place! Savez-vous how much of a shock was that to me? Mon Dieu, for a moment I thought I went to a quelque sort of multiverse where he and I were still friends!.

They giggled softly as the French continued his rant, moving his hands to communicate better the situation. — Liebe , with the amount of times we’ve listened about Pierre, we might start thinking that he’s replacing us.

Lance and him crackled at the comment, watching amused by how now Esteban’s face was completely red and the smug smirk in the German’s face. They kept the banter, sometimes Alaïa and Naila would pass by and hug him or ask some strange question about the race or the repeatedly question of ‘it’s not fair, Loulou, they should be here, this is soo boring’ and then he had to explain all over again with the help of mummi and auntie Vivian that the fireworks and noise would make their pets feel overwhelmed, so they’re better at their villa, that they’re going to meet them as soon this affair ended or their sleep time neared.

The minutes passed like seconds and at some point the girls started pointing and waving at someone at the distance, all of the family stared at where they signaled, maybe it was tío  Fer and uncle Mark? No, they’ve talked earlier and they’ve said that tonight they were occupied, even Lance confirmed it! So who then? Unfortunately the blond omega didn’t bring his lenses nor his glasses today, so he couldn’t distinguish anyone from afar, but apparently his parents did, as their faces soured, his papa making that grossed out nose scrunch.

— What now, papa?.

His sisters listened closely as they watched the two women in the group start packing. — Work calls, apparently… Lou, can you see the live on Sky Sports? Need to hear what this woman has said in the last minutes I’ve left her host alone.

He nodded, searching for his phone in his bag, opening his socials that already were filled with videos of him and his family on their spot. Mein Gott , has she never heard about privacy? They’ve been here for less than an hour and a half and this woman already talked about all the gossip. Hopefully his dad would take care of the media as always.

— Just as usual, she spotted us and showed on live television the last fifteen or so minutes of conversation, at least she covered Ali and Nana's faces… Not saying that this helps to the fact that she hasn’t talked about the race, principals or upgrades since she showed us.

Both Nico and Jenson sighed, searching in their own bags the equipment necessary for this reportage from the crowd, handing a new mic and auricular to Keke so he could comment if he wanted, not that the Finn payed a single look, more entertained in seeing the defeat in his sons and son-in-law faces after Lance informed them that a group of Sky’s staff were approaching them.

— And that’s the signal to go, come here prinzessinnen —. Nico crouched and opened his arms to both little girls who gladly hugged him, giggling when the Brit alpha crouched too to kiss them on their little heads, wishing them goodnight.

The goodbyes were exchanged, Vivian and Sina taking the girls hands after they waved everyone, exiting the place as soon as the staff started to arrange all the cameras so they could begin. The throuple and him understood the hint and took their bags too, the three drivers waving before going back to their garages or motorhomes, leaving Louis alone with his dads and isoisä, he walked the few steps that separated them, finally hugging them too, his family scents covering his own, letting him be scented and feel protected by the before going down there too. He was scared of whatever this was going to result, but he needed closure, he needed to confront the mess he left behind, alone. 

— Go on, mausi , we will see you at noon, don’t forget to eat something and call us if needed, okay? —. His papa’s voice was always so reassuring to him, he felt how the omega brushed some of his hair strands that looked messy. He nodded, he knew that his papa wasn’t okay with his decision of going alone to the ‘wolf's mouth’, but just like when he decided to create Logan’s persona he let him be after seeing it was a lost battle to get the idea out of his head.

Neither his dad nor isoisä , said something, clearly agreeing with Nico, but their hugs were too tight to think that they didn’t care, they were trying to appear cool and collected, but Louis’ knew them better, his dad would immediately go his way to him if needed and Keke only needed a nod to appear and put some order with his presence. And he just needed that, support and protection, then the rest will be alright.

He separated himself from the embrace and waved to them, deciding to take the long way to the papaya’s place, knowing well how to get to his- the Aussie alpha’s room. As he walked off he could still hear the first comments of his parents reportage, it made him chuckle.

—- Thanks, goodnight everyone, as you can see here I am with two special guests to comment about this grand prix. Maybe some experience can show us who’s the next champion or race winner, want to share something, Nico? Keke?.

— Yes, first of all, Danica, that entrance you made for us was spectacular, a bit long but we appreciate the effort. Now, talking about this GP we can say it is dreaded by many fans since this will decide if Verstappen takes for another year the crown or if McLaren is still competitive.

— Well, this season was far more interesting to watch as we have many surprises, but I can say  that the style of this season brings some déjà vu. The pattern is a little bit similar to 2009, don’t you think, Jense? If this boy Verstappen ends in fifth and in front of Norris he will be champion, before Abu Dhabi.

-

The night from the paddock looked beautiful, the moon was shining and if he squinted long enough he could see the little shiny dots of the starry night of Las Vegas. The lights weren’t that bright for him to put his glasses on, but still, not bringing his lenses made it a little difficult the task of arriving safely to where he was supposed to appear. He paused, sensing his hands trembling by the anxiety of confronting the people he used to share place with, the ones he lied to or hasn’t talked to in years, his scent hasn’t changed though, still sweet and relaxed, maybe a little bit stronger than usual but not heavy or rotten. He could make it.

He took some deep breath before continuing his pace, his fingers clutching his bag’ handles, watching how the garages seemed closer, he could see how some staff and engineers stopped on their tracks to watch him, as if his presence was shocking, –he’s been here longer than them, probably–. He kept walking, breath in with the nose and breathing out with the mouth, he repeated all the mantras he knew, calming his nerves. Remember, keep your head up, walk with confidence, look at the eye and smile, this was just like when he was younger, walk and let the cameras take the angles you want them to have, no showing any trace of insecurity, those are moments to be shared in private, be the example, be the perfect magazine cover.

The orange building was easy to spot even without lenses, he smiled a little bit more as soon as he look at it, paying little attention to the hushes and voices that started to be louder when they realised his presence, not looking back when some drivers tried to catch his attention, he can talk to them later, not now, he needs to get to McLaren, no matter if he has to fight Stella or Brown to let him in. Thankfully all drivers and staff around there were using their patches so he couldn’t tell if they were shocked, angry or something like that when he passed in front of them, he only wanted to see one single alpha, he wanted to explain and talk, or if it is the case, say goodbye.

Not that he wants to walk away of the man that had been in his dreams and most profound desires since he was thirteen, it would crush him to the core, but if the decision was taken he couldn't beg nor ask for a second chance, his actions had consequences and if one of them was him separating himself from the one he loved, he would take it. At least he would have the memory of those lips pressed on his, his sandalwood scent embracing him, mixing with the vanilla and cinnamon of his, he will adore that moment for the rest of his life if they paths get separated, if life gives them new partners, careers, children, friends, pack and family, even if they experience different lifestyles, even if the last memory was a bittersweet kiss in Monza’s parking lot.

Don’t ask him how he got in front of the door, or how he passed and ignored the ninety percent of people around him, he didn’t care. He was there, he could listen some rumbling and moving noises from behind the closed door, light notes of sandalwood were perceived by his nose, he smiled fondly, Oscar might have a stoic face but his scent was always present, his scent patches sometimes couldn’t hide properly his emotions and then some notes of his would linger around the place he was in, showing his emotions to anyone who’s around. Nervously he re-arranged his clothes, his hands brushing his hair, making everything to appear presentable before knocking the door.

One, two and three knocks.

The noises from behind the door didn’t stop, instead, a muffled voice was heard.

— Kim, not right now! I’m okay! If Lando said something don’t, tell him to stay in his business!.

Oh Gott , he hasn’t smell him, he hasn’t realised that behind the door it wasn’t Kim, that it was the omega friend he once had, the one whom he shared dreams with, the one he kissed races ago, the one who he keeps leaving voice messages in his phones, the one that he keeps tracks on social media, liking every video or post he’s in. Because he has seen all of it, maybe he hasn't uploaded anything in a while, but he sees every like and comment, he had saved every single voice message, listening to them when he needs to remember the tones and pitches of the voice from the man he loves, to dream that he’s right beside him, that nothing have changed.

— It’s not Kim, Osc —. Gott, he hates how his voice sounds, trembling, anxious and his accent even makes it worse.

The noises from behind the door stopped. Silence was the answer he received, just two minutes after, heavy steps were audible and the door was pushed open to reveal the Aussie in his McLaren merch. His hair was a mess, no scent patch visible, eyes were wide open and a little bit glassy, his skin as pale as always and panting, his mouth gaping, trying to figure some sort of word out of it while his scent revealed shock and… Happiness?

— Hi Osc.

With no hesitation, as if a curse was broken, Oscar moved and hugged the German omega, the latter letting his bag fall ungraciously to the ground, accepting the hug of the shortest, embracing him too. He let the tears fall too, he really missed this, he missed him. Louis started sobbing, hugging the man in his arms tighter, nuzzling his nose in the scent gland of brunet’s neck, memorizing all, the commodity of his arms, how strong they were, his calming demeanor, how fluffy his hair could be, he missed this.

— Lo- Louis… You are here, I-I what?.

As soon as he said that, he separated himself from the taller omega, cupping his face between his hands, smiling at the difference of their skin tones. He looked at him, at Louis, and he was gorgeous, the cameraman didn’t make him any justice, he looked perfect, his face was with a light layer of makeup, exalting all his features, some rose blush on his cheekbones with a little bit of golden in it, his eyes with some glitter in his tear duct and a soft light brown eyeliner, no forgetting how his lips were pursed in a pout but with a glint of pink gloss, his makeup was clearly arranged to make his eyes the star of the night. God he is so beautiful. No matter if his cheeks have tear tracks, or if his nose and eyes are red, –probably his are too as the alpha feels his own tears make their way down to his chin–, he's the most ethereal omega that could have crossed paths with him.

— Oscar, I-.

The blond’s voice was just above a whisper, breathy, like he saying only his name took all the air in his lungs, and it was too much, he dreaded this moment, pulling his face once again, like they did long time ago, into a kiss, a desperate one, one that showed all the things they couldn’t say, all the feelings they had suppress. They both will need to talk about the whole situation, the web of lies, the truth and the letter, but that can wait, this moment is about them. And when Louis reciprocated the kiss, opening his mouth, giving him access to more of him he let himself go. He broke the kiss for a second while lifting the omega ibn his arms, carrying him inside his room kicking the expensive purse inside too and then closing the door with his back, the only thought was having that gorgeous man with him, to feel him, to love and adore him. Just as he deserves it.

They separated again, their lungs needing air in them, and now only a thread kept their link, both men flushed with lust and love in their eyes, though Louis seemed hesitant, avoiding the alpha gaze and playing with the back hairs of the brunet, where his hands were placed. Oscar changed the position of how he was lifting the German, –the omega made a cute whimper when he was shifted–, positioning his legs in order to hug his waist and his arms to stay safely in his shoulders and neck. One arm of the Aussie maintained the hips of the omega, while the other locked the door, it wasn’t like he was going to missed, he already recorded the PR stuff and Andrea have been compassionate with him about the amount of work he has to do, –he can remember Lando accusing him of favouritism, brat–, so tonight it was going to be theirs, his driver room already locked and any entrance was secured, also, it was already night so the others might think that they just went and partied hard, it was Las Vegas at the end. 

No more time to waste, he thought, going directly to the couch he cleaned minutes ago, graciously putting the blond’s back on it, letting his body top the other, memorizing the image of Louis in that state, flushed, swollen lips, panting, pupils of completely dilated and messy hair. 

— God you’re so beautiful —. He breathed, his gaze never fluttering from the German face, his scent covering the whole room.

But the older man was nervous, now biting his lips, untangling his hands from the nape of the Aussie, until he looked up, the blued meeting the hazel, his voice trembling. — Oscar… I’m sorry, I have so much to explain, please let m-.

— Louis, I don’t fucking care, I love you and that’s enough.

And again they’re lips found their way to the other, opening mouths, battling tongues and the smell of vanilla with cinnamon mixed with the sandalwood. Louis’ arms hugged the alphas neck to press their bodies more to the other. More kisses were shared, moans and grumbles sounding in between the breaks, and then the clothes vegas to disappear one by one, each robe being stripped by the person removing it. Their skins hot to touch, their instinct as high as they could be, and as more skiing was revealed more places to delight and mark. Oscar’´s moles began to be sucked one by one and Louis's clavicles were bitten and marked, both hands dedicated a good time to explore the other body, to feel it, to memorise it, to remember it.

Their now naked bodies start to push and collide, the slick and erection being sensed by the two of them.  Words weren’t necessary, they both out of their periods of fertility, both of them clean to be touched, to be owned. Their breath began to be more compulsive, needing more air as the fingers injured new entrances, fingers now pulling hair, fingers making their way, complacent the other. Names were moaned, different languages filled the ears, rumbles as the knowledge of lust and pleasure filled brains. The scents once calming were now sickeningly sweetened and strong, as if it was a sauna and not a room, hot was in the air and if they could see the windows behind the heavy curtains they only would be able to see fog. The sounds of the paddock were muted by the moans, the whimpers, the high curses, the growls of pleasure, love confessions being said, love words shouted at the air. Sounds of slaps, of grunts and heavy breaths was the music that adorned their ears, each collision skin to skin giving vibrations to each body, waves of lust and satisfaction filling their desires. New position, seated, on lap, crawled and who knows what more, none of them a prim but not for that a harlot.

Just an alpha and an omega meeting and discovering the other.

The minutes converted in hours and their sounds silenced the vibrations from the purse or the coffee table, all too consumed in what they wanted, what they've desired for years. It wasn’t until their last bit of energy was used that they let themselves rest, their bodies tangles, no way to know were the other began and the other end, hugging, purrs and rumbles between lazy kisses and soft smiles, hands caressing cheeks and flesh, no paying attention to the run eyelash, sweat adorning their bodies. More words were said, more love being shared, more of the other to take and adore.

— Well, I think we should talk now, do you mind, mate?

The alpha chuckled. — You just had my cock inside you, don’t call me mate, Louis.

The blond seemed to glow at his name being pronounced by the tongue of the other, smiling and preening himself at the name. — We need to acknowledge the elephant in the room, Osc.

The brunet let out a sigh but nodded, their foreheads resting on the other, but accepted it. — I’m all ears, babe, I will not cut you.

The pet name made the omega smile more, his cheeks now starting to hurt by the amount of time he had been smiling since he knocked the door hours before. — I think I should start with a proper presentation, hm? —. A hum came from the McLaren driver, so he kept going, his real accent on full display as the fatigue began to make a place in his body. — My name is Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg, I’m the oldest son of Nico and Jenson Button-Rosberg, though dad isn't my biological dad, he adopted me when he married my papa, I was born in Germany but was raised mostly in Monaco…

Without their knowledge the world outside the room kept moving, the fanfare of the F1 long gone and ended, the only things that remained were the blinding lights illuminating the paddock, some remaining staff cleaning the stands, some fans still lingering and admiring the end of the circus. The fireworks are no longer being used, only the moon and stars adorning the sky, though in a couple of hours they’ll be outshined by the sun. That’s the cycle, no? The night changes, but always going back every night to the place it belongs.

Not that it mattered, the two men in the room kept talking, knowing the other, listening to the presentations and vague explanations of their decisions and emotions, agreeing in their sentiments towards the other, but the fatigue of their previous activities took the last drop of energy in their bodies, the eyes beginning to fall and close, the tongue to exhausted to formulate and pronounce proper words, their brains forgetting how to combine the verbs and the languages to talk, what lasted was their bodies firmly pressed to the other, only the image of their partner next to them being the last thing in their minds.

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The loud and continuing banging in the door was the last thing that woke them up. It was more the mix of loud vibrations coming from the coffee table and somewhere in the ground, the voices from outside the room and the feeling of pain in their bodies that made them open their eyes, confused at the noises. Both men looked at each other, trying to comprehend the situation, until the memories of midnight came to their brains, their eyes wide open as the voices from the other side became clearer and they could put a face to each of them. Fuck no. They're not presentable or ready to go out, fuck the whole room screamed sex and their bodies are a living proof of that, teeth marks, hiccups, scratches, red spots, messy hairs and naked bodies. They don’t have spare clothes to put on, the German would have to go out with the same clothes of last night, run make up and walk in front of the cameras as if he just went out of a motel, –not a far description, but still–, and if not, he would have to use the Aussie’s ones, and knowing him as he does there are only McLaren Merch in the wardrobe, walking with that would be another proof of the night.

They both seated properly, still naked but more conscious of their situation. Their phones keep buzzing and vibrating, until Oscar took his, being flooded with messages from the pack and friends, even Andrea Stella and Zak Brown have messaged him to know if he was okay, what is he supposed to say ‘sorry mate I was occupied having the night of my life with the main character in F1 gossip?’ fuck no. He showed the blond the notifications, waiting for an answer, until the latter realised the hour.

One fucking P.M.

Louis went to the paddock at 10PM, and went down to visit Oscar at 12:45AM.

And then they forgot about the world until God knew when.

Og God no, his parents and family must be preoccupied, or worse, mad. He said he was going to have a deep talk with the grid, not to have a deep man inside him. Oh no, probably his parents already called the other drivers to ask for him, maybe looked at his location to know where he was. Fuck they probably already know that he didn’t talked to any driver, that he went directly to the number 81 driver’s room and never left. Much worse, the whole paddock now knows, his uncles must be searching for him too, or for Oscar if the messages are right the drivers also believe that Oscar’s missing. Or well, not all drivers since he can hear the voices of Toto, Lewis, Fernando and Seb from behind the door, urging them to open the door before they go for the key or break it, they must already catch the smell from behind the closed door, his godfather, uncles and the man who used to babysat him smelling that he was just fucked until sunrise with the beloved not so rookie alpha from their pack. 

— They’re going to kill us.

That was sure.