the unforgiving minute (nadal/federer - sort of)

[girl_tarte]

words: 2300ish
rating: R
warnings: um. tennis slash. cracky premise (although uncracky fic in general). slightly/overtly fetishistic behaviour (mileages may vary). masturbation. I AM BLUSHING SO MUCH.
extra warning: no actual physical federer in this fic.

a/n: this fic stems from some ridiculous and hysterical post-wimbledon chat between myself

Comments

[best_of_five]

ahh, the description of rafa's fidgeting and impatience and everything was just A+. loved this fic. and did i mention hawt? HAWT.

write moar plz :D

[girl_tarte]

\o/

thank you! if i achieved HAWTness, then my work here is done. temporarily at least. :)

[wanderlost]

Oh. OH!

My heart is torn. It doesn't know whether to be incredibly turned on or incredibly sad.

He opens his eyes and sees the jacket lying crumpled, half in the sink, only one sleeve held up to his face, and he's suddenly far angrier than he is sad. It should fucking matter that it was him Roger lost to. It should make a difference. It's always made a difference to him. My heart clenched! CLENCHED, I say.

And then this: A sweat drop falls from a little snake of hair by his ear, landing on the lapel, and he flicks it away in a panic. I don't know, those two sections really hit me, hard.

And I loved the fact that even though Roger wasn't actuallly there he was, all the time.

Lovely.

[girl_tarte]

that little sweat drop bit is one of my favourite bits! yay, that you picked that out.

even though Roger wasn't actuallly there he was, all the time.

i was just saying upthread a bit - this is basically my rafa fanon. he is always so AWARE of roger. always looking, always thinking. he makes himself so unbelievably vulnerable, i think. but then, who wouldn't?

oh thank you! i am pleased you liked it.

[secretsolitaire]

Wow. What wonderfully sharp, real writing.

[girl_tarte]

thank you! i'm really happy you thought so. :)

[quiteparadise]

I... I cannot even begin to explain how absolutely perfect that was. Perfect. The characterization and the voice and the whole thing. It felt very honest, if that makes sense. It lacked the sentimentality that a lot of fics go into. It just felt very... real. In the way people like Chabon write reality. The complete image. Just... Wow.

Bravo!

[girl_tarte]

wow. god. i don't really know what to say to this, except - wow. again. i'm so flattered, really.

thank you!

also, i find it very hard trying to be coherent (can you tell?) while staring goofily at your icon. god.

[quiteparadise]

I find it very hard to be anything but incoherent while looking at Rog. But I am going to try to say thank you for posting the fic. I have reread it twice now. Unheard of, but true.

[dirgni19]

Oh. Oh. This was good.

Love drunk!Rafa thinking of Roger stabbing him with a tennis racquet, lol. I also love the entire last section, it's such a contrast to the cold, rainy, almost dreary feeling in London and with the way you wrote it, I could almost feel the sun and Rafa's joy. Loved all of this, really, thanks for sharing! :D

[girl_tarte]

i'm so glad you liked that last section. i struggled a lot thinking about a resolution to this, and i guess it's not really a resolution at all, but i think rafa needed something positive - a sense of proportion, or at least contrast - before diving back in, and manacor's clearly his comfort zone.

thanks so much for reading and letting me know you liked it. :)