Fic: Victory, Defeat, And Other Moments For Roger Federer's Private Wimbledon Scrapbook (Tennis RPS,

[elizayabanci]

Title: Victory, Defeat, And Other Moments For Roger Federer's Private Wimbledon Scrapbook
Author: randomeliza
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Notes: This was pretty much entirely prompted by siriaeve , who allowed me to squee at/with her about how hot they are and how they totally ought to be having lots and lots

Comments

[buckle_berry]

i read this fic first thing this morning. what a way to start the day!

there's a great mix of lust and respect and affection, which i think is how i picture it, so it's not entirely gratuitous, but it's still hot as all hell.

“You always are - pride. You do not bend, you do not break.”

“Today,” he gasps, flushing with need and remembered humiliation, still fresh. “Today I…”

god, yes. all of this. i am fascinated by how they're going to make this work, personally and professionally.

a lovely, thought-provoking fic. thanks!

[best_of_five]

amazing. wow, back to back just amazing fics to read! fantastic roger voice and rafa too. the tension, the confidence, you captured two really key elements of their presence around each other i thought.

And then the next thing Roger can remember is just this - Rafa spread over him like a blanket, warm and naked and still sticky, murmuring something in Spanish into his hair.

absolute favorite line - nice imagery!

thanks for writing and sharing!

[niennah]

This is fantastic. The image with the trousers, a lot of people have mentioned it I think, but it's so sad, so lonely. And I loved that line when Roger kisses Rafa - “Some things change, though,” he says, and presses his mouth to Rafa’s.

Excellent line, it's so sudden and it all comes together perfectly.

Great story. :)

[wanderlost]

This was really lovely. Everyone else has said what I want to say, and more eloquently, so I'll say that I truly enjoyed reading this.

[secretsolitaire]

Just gorgeous! *is a little flaily* The first few paragraphs made my throat ache a bit for Roger; as I watched the match I was rooting hard for Rafa, and I was celebrating with him at the end and not thinking as much about what Roger was feeling. But this fic takes me to the other side of things very effectively.

There's something so charming about Rafa asking Roger if he's busy. *pets Rafa*

Rafa’s tongue slides against his, and Rafa still tastes of sweat and dirt, of tears, all earned salt and glory. He knows the taste. It’s familiar to him, delicious, and Roger wants to pull Rafa down on top of him, taste it everywhere. So he does.

What wonderful details here.

“You always are - pride. You do not bend, you do not break