tennis slash - Russian Conquests
Posting this to my journal for completeness.
Title: Russian Conquests
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Marat Safin/Andy Murray
Disclaimer: These events did not happen.
Rating: R
Summary: Marat would like to forget about Andy. Experience tells him otherwise.
Author's Notes: For Prompt Challenge. I was given "It's a Small World" and this pairing. After that song was going on loop in my head for the next few days, it led to this. Takes place at Indian Wells 2008. Credit for the literary quote goes to John Steinbeck.
Marat had always been interested in Andy Murray but hadn't quite figured out the proper strategy. There was this standoffish quality which made Andy intriguing. Or maybe it was that everyone else made fun of Andy whenever he would try to impress someone.
He needed the proper pursuit tactic. Marat had tried to be subtle but Marat was not good at being subtle.
Marat knew that Andy was not his usual type and he tried to work this out of his system.
If Dmitry kept his shirt on, he could be a similar physical specimen. Pale. Curly hair. Laughable muscles he showed off for fans. But he couldn't shut up during sex for anything. It wasn't moans, either. He would try to be funny but Marat would have preferred that for the blogs, not the bedroom.
He'd tried Novak based off the fact that he's friends with Andy and maybe that would be enough of a turnoff. Similar wiry frame. Surprisingly quieter than Dima in bed. But even though there was no chemistry there, it wasn't enough to get the idea of Andy out of his system.
He would have tried a Brit in hopes the accent would drive this force away but he couldn't find one on the tour to use as a comparison. He'd have to wait until Wimbledon to try that trick. But Andy had a Scottish brogue anyway so would it even be worth it? Tim was a conquest a long time ago and even Marat could remember that there was no comparison in the voices.
He even tried watching Andy's brother Jamie's doubles matches. It would remind him that the clown hair could return at any given time. Not that Marat should have really thought that would work, as he himself once sported longish curly hair. But all that did was make him wish Andy still had that hair so he could see just how wild it could get after sex.
Damn, he had to think of a plan. Fast.
* * * * *
"I will kill them," Andy vowed upon hearing Roddick, Fish, and several other players singing "It's a Small World" in the locker room before the start of the Indian Wells tournament.
"Come on," Marat said. "They just went to Walt Disney World. Give them a break."
Andy turned around, surprised to hear Marat's voice. "They are trying to get the song stuck inside our brains. A psych out."
"I don't think they're being malicious. Just deliriously giddy."
Andy shook his head. "No, this is evil. Novak dragged me onto that ride last year. He trapped me there for five hours."
"You are exaggerating."
The stern look on Andy's face said otherwise.
"Okay, so you need a new appreciation for the song."
"I will never appreciate that ride, much less that song."
That was the beginning of the mission.
* * * * *
Of course Marat was annoyed that he lost his first match. His next opponent would have been Andy, who had a bye in the first round. It was a pity that his game wrecked his master plan. He would have worn that boy out for his next match but he'd also have made sure Andy wouldn't have cared, either.
Since his life in the tournament was over, Marat's focus shifted to the schedule. In particular, that the very last match would be Andy's second round match. He had opportunity after all. Sure, the plan would have to shift a little but the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry anyway. At least that night with Nikolay came in handy when quoting literature.
He stayed in the lounge with the other players, paying attention to Andy's match. Ivan and Ivo were discussing how the NBA was influencing the world basketball stage. Ivan was quite sturdy; even though he and Marat were the same height, Ivan was basically built like a brick house. Marat hadn't much hope when that started but they actually lasted a few months.
Andy's match was nearing an end when Marat quietly made his escape. He got to the locker room, the few people inside ready to leave. Once they did, he got ready.
From his position, he saw Murray's opponent first. Jurgen stayed for all of ten seconds before bounding out of there. Never so glad to see an opponent storm out. At least he knew they'd be alone.
Andy entered the locker room, sweat-drenched but relieved to get the first match out of the way. He grabbed a towel then headed over to the farthest shower stall.
Marat tried to be quiet for the moment, not surprised that Andy didn't head down the end locker aisle. He took a few steps closer, watching clothes strewed outside the door as the silhouette enticed him. Not yet, he told himself, even if he wanted to jump the Scot right away. He didn't even know if Andy had interest yet. Andy had to come to him.
The water started and Marat could now get ready. He grabbed a towel, stripped off his clothes and headed for the stall next to Andy's. Marat turned the water on quickly, just enough to actually get wet, then off. The water would interfere with the audio.
If anyone else were in this locker room, Marat would never be able to live it down.
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears.
He was hoping his voice was loud enough to carry over the water. At first, it appeared not. So Marat had to keep going...
It's a world of hopes, it's a world of fears.
Andy called out, "Shut up already. You went to Walt Disney World. We. Get. It."
There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware...
"Okay, who the fuck is it? It's not Roddick, your voice isn't out of tune."
It's a small world after all.
"Fish-for-brains...no, I know, it's soon-to-be bloody Novak." The water stopped but Marat wasn't yet about to stop.
Iiiiiiiiiit's a small world after all.
Iiiiiiiiiit's a small world after all.
"Okay, even Novak would know better at this point. Who is that?"
In the same tune as he'd sang the last two lines, Marat stepped out of his stall, opened the door to Andy's stall and finished....
Iiiiiiiiiit's time for you to go down
Cause you're the one for me
"You rotten bastard," Andy exclaimed once Marat entered the steam and shut the door. Marat leaned against the door, grin fixed in place.
"As always," Marat affirmed.
When the eyes narrowed in on him, Marat began to worry. Maybe Andy really did have a temper off the court and Marat would now face the brunt of it. Although Andy appeared wiry, he was only an inch shorter than Marat and the guy was bearing down at the gym. All the jokes about Andy showing off his muscles aside, he really did have a body worth watching - especially when naked.
Andy growled, "Is this a game to you? That is annoying," taking a stride closer, "it's been stuck in my head since those idiots began singing it in the locker room," another step closer so he was right in front of Marat, "and now I have to think of your voice singing it."
"What would you rather think of when you hear my voice?"
Their eyes locked, Andy staring Marat down. Marat could read that Andy knew exactly what happened and now would be the verdict.
"I want to hear you say my name."
"Andy?" Now Marat was confused. English wasn't his first language so he thought he was hearing the wrong verb.
Andy placed his hands on Marat's hips. "You can do better than that. I know you want it better than that."
"Andy, please."
A smile graced Andy's face. "That's better." He pressed his body against Marat's and gave a quick kiss. "But I know you want more."
Marat could feel his body reacting to the dripping wet body on him. "Andy, please, I want more."
Andy kept his lips tantalizingly close to Marat's. Droplets framed his curls flat against the sides. "Surprisingly innocent given your history. I know this isn't how you operate. Which is nice to know that I truly entice you." Marat's mouth hung open, allowing Andy a chance to slip his tongue in the Russian's mouth. It didn't take long for Marat to catch up, pressing his body closer and bringing his hand to Andy's long neck to get a better position in kissing him. Andy broke away enough to say, "Now, let's try one more time."
"Andy, I want to go on a ride with you."