Not Everything Ends Like Pretty Woman
Title: Not Everything Ends Like Pretty Woman
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Late netcord fic. Very very late because technology hated me for awhile there.
Warning: Character death
He knew better than this. It was wrong; he was a cop. The badge was supposed to come with full, and maybe even high functioning, brain cells. He didn’t normally follower strangers out into alleys behind clubs. Normally, he wasn’t even at a club to begin with. His friends said he needed to get out after his break up with his high school sweetheart. They said he needed to live a little. Well, now he was living. If anything, he knew how to please his friends, or at the very least get them to shut the hell up.
Right now, there was just something about meeting blue eyes across a sea of people that was too poetic to ignore. So, he didn’t. He went against his better judgment and quickly found himself being pushed against a brick wall in a damp alley. It was too cinematic to be something that really happened. This was living; this was letting go. He didn’t know that pleasing everyone else could feel so good.
Of course, everyone else didn’t have to know that he had obediently followed another man. They didn’t need to find out that the breakup was over gay porn on his computer. This pretty man with blue eyes and a fantastic ass could easily be a pretty little blond girl.
“What do you want?”
He couldn’t think right as the other man’s hands pushed his hips back. “Where are you from?”
“Madrid. What do you want?”
“You. Your name.”
“You have me. Feliciano, Feli.”
“I’m Andy.”
“I don’t care.”
At that point, Andy almost didn’t care who he was either. The hands that were on his hips were now making their way to the back of his jeans to grab at his ass. This was okay. Even if the situation was looking more and more like he was just picked up by some kind of prostitute. Tomorrow, he’d regret it, but right now he could pay for it. The world wouldn’t end. If the man didn’t care who he was, then he’d end up short a hundred dollars in about a half hour and his life would go on.
He knew better. Cops didn’t pick up whores.
“I don’t normally top.” It was low and quite in his ear. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.”
The yes came from nowhere, but there was no time to take it back. He didn’t get fucked. He played straight. There wasn’t any other way for him to live. No one wanted to be saved by a gay police officer. There were never any men in his life, and now he was being turned around to face the wall. There were lips on the back of his neck, and he pushed his hips back to meet the other body. It wasn’t right, but fuck did it feel good. Everything was moving a little too fast, but at this point, he was a little too drunk for it to even matter.
Before he knew it, his jeans were unbuttoned and his briefs were tugged down in a jerky manner. Andy didn’t hear the other man getting his own clothing off, but he felt the hard cock as it pressed against his ass. He also didn’t expect to see a condom wrapper pass in front of his vision before being tossed onto the ground. Maybe he was too focused on the feeling of the other man’s body pressed tightly against his own.
“Siempre. Always.”
How drunk he was did nothing to dampen the burn as the other man spread his legs and pushed up into him. They were still dressed and the bricks he was pressed against scratched his face as his body started to rock upwards with Feli’s thrusts. It was a dirty, raw fuck on all levels, and he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He loved it. The burn felt amazing, and Feli’s low groans were turning him on even more.
Andy pressed back getting more leverage as he tried to keep his own noises down. The burning hadn’t stopped yet, but one of Feli’s hands moved from its grip on his hips to wrap around his cock. It was too tight, but he couldn’t help the moan that followed the new contact. Too tight was better than nothing, and with all the other small pains, it felt right.
It was never going to last long ,so he wasn’t shocked when his body tightened and shuddered before he came, making a mess on the side of the building. Feli wasn’t far behind. A few more rough thrusts, and it was over. He didn’t know if he got his full half hour, but he felt heavy and content in that moment. Andy didn’t really expect to be turned back around, but he leaned back against the building and blinked slowly, looking at the other man who was just standing and looking at him.
The action was disconcerting until Feli leaned in and their mouths met. It wasn’t sweet, and there was no gap between lips pressing together and tongues meeting. It all happened at once, and his body shuttered as their hips connected and their cocks rubbed together. He was feeling too much.
When they broke apart again, Feli smiled at him and rubbed a thumb over his cheek. It was obviously scraped by the look of amusement in the other man's eyes.
“How much?” Andy managed to mumble as his eyes shut and their lips met again.
“Nothing.”
He smiled and considered rattling off his phone number to the man. “Okay.”
“Get your goddamn pay, Lopez.”
Andy jumped and pulled up his jeans buttoning them quickly. He should have expected this. Where there was a prostitute, there was a pimp. He turned his head to look at the man as he dug around for his wallet. It took seconds for his shaky hand to find the leather in his back pocket, but he managed to pull out all the money and hand it over.
“Did you get extra for topping that sissy?” The other man advanced as Feli took the money and nodded at him with a tiny smile on his face to say sorry.
“Yes.”
“You stay the fuck away from my whores.”
Andy wasn’t expecting to be pointed at or even addressed at all. “I paid.”
“My boys don’t make out with their Johns after, before, or during. I see you again, you’re fucked.”
“Whatever.” Andy threw his arms up and made his way back into the club. This is why he didn’t lose control. He knew better than to get mixed up in something like this.
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He did see Feli again three days later. It wasn’t how he wanted to. There was no repeat cinematic meeting of eyes across a club dance floor. There wasn’t a dirty alley with a quick fuck. It wasn’t something as lucky as meeting in a store or a coffee shop.
Andy wasn’t even lucky enough to have been able to pluck him out of the holding pen. He had fanaticized about that. He’d find Feli sitting on the bench, brooding, after being caught with some man and arrested. Andy would take him home and fix him, domesticate him, something that would make that one night completely worth it.
But it was nothing like that. A case file was tossed to him, and when he opened it, the post autopsy photograph glared at him. There was the man from the alley. Now reduced to a John Doe found floating in the river. The cause of death, drowning, though there were multiple stab wounds found on the body. His stomach recoiled. He knew that man. He knew how it felt to have his cock move inside him. This wasn’t just some John Doe. He was Feli from Madrid. Andy couldn’t help it when the bile rose in his throat. He leaned over and let go into his trash can.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t name the body, and there was no reason to investigate what had happened. If he did do anything, it would look funny, it would look like he had personal reasons. It would be his job if he let on too much. Andy couldn’t care about some murdered prostitute who washed up on a riverbank for some old lady to find.
So he went back to the club. He could get away with investigating the club and finding the pimp for questioning about what he did for a living. This was just work. He was allowed to work, and guys volunteered to take on cases all the time. It was nothing for him to raise his hand and nod that he’d do this. It didn’t look bad taking a job that just seemed like an excuse to party for a few weeks until no one cared about the investigation anymore. There were too many prostitution rings for them to care about one they couldn’t crack.
Andy cared. He carefully found another boy and tried to pretend like he’d never been backed out into the alley before. That a stranger hadn’t grabbed onto his belt loop and whispered dirty promises into his ear. He pretended that he wasn’t hard, that it was just Feli who got to him. This boy didn’t mean anything.
“Suck me.” Andy commented taking his cock out of his pants himself. He had to be careful to keep his badge and gun hidden. Any normal prostitute knew to run when they found out their John was a cop.
The nameless boy dropped to his knees and took Andy’s cock into his mouth without any other thought. He sucked eagerly and was better than anyone else’s mouth Andy had ever felt. He’d never get to have Feli’s lips wrapped around him, sucking, licking, making him come. Andy was starting to enjoy himself when the pimp he was looking for came into view. The boy backed up, leaving him leaning against the wall his cock out in the open, suddenly very worried.
“I told you not to come around here anymore.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Your whore? They’re disposable. Plus this one has a better mouth. Guys pay more for his ass. You weren’t looking to fuck though. Just to bend over and take it. Were you going to have him eat you out and fuck you too?”
“You can’t just kill people.”
“I didn’t kill him. He was attacked, and I wasn’t paying for any whore to go to the hospital. Not when I can just get another one.”
“That’s still illegal.”
“What are you? A cop?”
“Yeah.” Andy nodded and reached down to get his badge.
It was dumb. He knew better than to take his eyes off the guy; he knew better than to let onto the fact that he was a cop. Andy knew he should have shut his mouth, taken a beating, and then filed the report to get this guy arrested. He knew all the right things to do, yet when it came down to it, he still did everything wrong.
And that’s why the last thing he ever saw was the pimp’s gun pointed at him. There was always a price for loss of control.
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Late netcord fic. Very very late because technology hated me for awhile there.
Warning: Character death
He knew better than this. It was wrong; he was a cop. The badge was supposed to come with full, and maybe even high functioning, brain cells. He didn’t normally follower strangers out into alleys behind clubs. Normally, he wasn’t even at a club to begin with. His friends said he needed to get out after his break up with his high school sweetheart. They said he needed to live a little. Well, now he was living. If anything, he knew how to please his friends, or at the very least get them to shut the hell up.
Right now, there was just something about meeting blue eyes across a sea of people that was too poetic to ignore. So, he didn’t. He went against his better judgment and quickly found himself being pushed against a brick wall in a damp alley. It was too cinematic to be something that really happened. This was living; this was letting go. He didn’t know that pleasing everyone else could feel so good.
Of course, everyone else didn’t have to know that he had obediently followed another man. They didn’t need to find out that the breakup was over gay porn on his computer. This pretty man with blue eyes and a fantastic ass could easily be a pretty little blond girl.
“What do you want?”
He couldn’t think right as the other man’s hands pushed his hips back. “Where are you from?”
“Madrid. What do you want?”
“You. Your name.”
“You have me. Feliciano, Feli.”
“I’m Andy.”
“I don’t care.”
At that point, Andy almost didn’t care who he was either. The hands that were on his hips were now making their way to the back of his jeans to grab at his ass. This was okay. Even if the situation was looking more and more like he was just picked up by some kind of prostitute. Tomorrow, he’d regret it, but right now he could pay for it. The world wouldn’t end. If the man didn’t care who he was, then he’d end up short a hundred dollars in about a half hour and his life would go on.
He knew better. Cops didn’t pick up whores.
“I don’t normally top.” It was low and quite in his ear. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.”
The yes came from nowhere, but there was no time to take it back. He didn’t get fucked. He played straight. There wasn’t any other way for him to live. No one wanted to be saved by a gay police officer. There were never any men in his life, and now he was being turned around to face the wall. There were lips on the back of his neck, and he pushed his hips back to meet the other body. It wasn’t right, but fuck did it feel good. Everything was moving a little too fast, but at this point, he was a little too drunk for it to even matter.
Before he knew it, his jeans were unbuttoned and his briefs were tugged down in a jerky manner. Andy didn’t hear the other man getting his own clothing off, but he felt the hard cock as it pressed against his ass. He also didn’t expect to see a condom wrapper pass in front of his vision before being tossed onto the ground. Maybe he was too focused on the feeling of the other man’s body pressed tightly against his own.
“Siempre. Always.”
How drunk he was did nothing to dampen the burn as the other man spread his legs and pushed up into him. They were still dressed and the bricks he was pressed against scratched his face as his body started to rock upwards with Feli’s thrusts. It was a dirty, raw fuck on all levels, and he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He loved it. The burn felt amazing, and Feli’s low groans were turning him on even more.
Andy pressed back getting more leverage as he tried to keep his own noises down. The burning hadn’t stopped yet, but one of Feli’s hands moved from its grip on his hips to wrap around his cock. It was too tight, but he couldn’t help the moan that followed the new contact. Too tight was better than nothing, and with all the other small pains, it felt right.
It was never going to last long ,so he wasn’t shocked when his body tightened and shuddered before he came, making a mess on the side of the building. Feli wasn’t far behind. A few more rough thrusts, and it was over. He didn’t know if he got his full half hour, but he felt heavy and content in that moment. Andy didn’t really expect to be turned back around, but he leaned back against the building and blinked slowly, looking at the other man who was just standing and looking at him.
The action was disconcerting until Feli leaned in and their mouths met. It wasn’t sweet, and there was no gap between lips pressing together and tongues meeting. It all happened at once, and his body shuttered as their hips connected and their cocks rubbed together. He was feeling too much.
When they broke apart again, Feli smiled at him and rubbed a thumb over his cheek. It was obviously scraped by the look of amusement in the other man's eyes.
“How much?” Andy managed to mumble as his eyes shut and their lips met again.
“Nothing.”
He smiled and considered rattling off his phone number to the man. “Okay.”
“Get your goddamn pay, Lopez.”
Andy jumped and pulled up his jeans buttoning them quickly. He should have expected this. Where there was a prostitute, there was a pimp. He turned his head to look at the man as he dug around for his wallet. It took seconds for his shaky hand to find the leather in his back pocket, but he managed to pull out all the money and hand it over.
“Did you get extra for topping that sissy?” The other man advanced as Feli took the money and nodded at him with a tiny smile on his face to say sorry.
“Yes.”
“You stay the fuck away from my whores.”
Andy wasn’t expecting to be pointed at or even addressed at all. “I paid.”
“My boys don’t make out with their Johns after, before, or during. I see you again, you’re fucked.”
“Whatever.” Andy threw his arms up and made his way back into the club. This is why he didn’t lose control. He knew better than to get mixed up in something like this.
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He did see Feli again three days later. It wasn’t how he wanted to. There was no repeat cinematic meeting of eyes across a club dance floor. There wasn’t a dirty alley with a quick fuck. It wasn’t something as lucky as meeting in a store or a coffee shop.
Andy wasn’t even lucky enough to have been able to pluck him out of the holding pen. He had fanaticized about that. He’d find Feli sitting on the bench, brooding, after being caught with some man and arrested. Andy would take him home and fix him, domesticate him, something that would make that one night completely worth it.
But it was nothing like that. A case file was tossed to him, and when he opened it, the post autopsy photograph glared at him. There was the man from the alley. Now reduced to a John Doe found floating in the river. The cause of death, drowning, though there were multiple stab wounds found on the body. His stomach recoiled. He knew that man. He knew how it felt to have his cock move inside him. This wasn’t just some John Doe. He was Feli from Madrid. Andy couldn’t help it when the bile rose in his throat. He leaned over and let go into his trash can.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t name the body, and there was no reason to investigate what had happened. If he did do anything, it would look funny, it would look like he had personal reasons. It would be his job if he let on too much. Andy couldn’t care about some murdered prostitute who washed up on a riverbank for some old lady to find.
So he went back to the club. He could get away with investigating the club and finding the pimp for questioning about what he did for a living. This was just work. He was allowed to work, and guys volunteered to take on cases all the time. It was nothing for him to raise his hand and nod that he’d do this. It didn’t look bad taking a job that just seemed like an excuse to party for a few weeks until no one cared about the investigation anymore. There were too many prostitution rings for them to care about one they couldn’t crack.
Andy cared. He carefully found another boy and tried to pretend like he’d never been backed out into the alley before. That a stranger hadn’t grabbed onto his belt loop and whispered dirty promises into his ear. He pretended that he wasn’t hard, that it was just Feli who got to him. This boy didn’t mean anything.
“Suck me.” Andy commented taking his cock out of his pants himself. He had to be careful to keep his badge and gun hidden. Any normal prostitute knew to run when they found out their John was a cop.
The nameless boy dropped to his knees and took Andy’s cock into his mouth without any other thought. He sucked eagerly and was better than anyone else’s mouth Andy had ever felt. He’d never get to have Feli’s lips wrapped around him, sucking, licking, making him come. Andy was starting to enjoy himself when the pimp he was looking for came into view. The boy backed up, leaving him leaning against the wall his cock out in the open, suddenly very worried.
“I told you not to come around here anymore.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Your whore? They’re disposable. Plus this one has a better mouth. Guys pay more for his ass. You weren’t looking to fuck though. Just to bend over and take it. Were you going to have him eat you out and fuck you too?”
“You can’t just kill people.”
“I didn’t kill him. He was attacked, and I wasn’t paying for any whore to go to the hospital. Not when I can just get another one.”
“That’s still illegal.”
“What are you? A cop?”
“Yeah.” Andy nodded and reached down to get his badge.
It was dumb. He knew better than to take his eyes off the guy; he knew better than to let onto the fact that he was a cop. Andy knew he should have shut his mouth, taken a beating, and then filed the report to get this guy arrested. He knew all the right things to do, yet when it came down to it, he still did everything wrong.
And that’s why the last thing he ever saw was the pimp’s gun pointed at him. There was always a price for loss of control.