tennis slash - For My Personal Collection (2)
Title: For My Personal Collection (2)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet
Other Players: Gael Monfils, Alize Cornet
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
Chapter 2
Andy's shoulders stiffen up at that news. Richie enjoys that he got a reaction out of the photographer because people don't usually take him seriously when he gets angry.
But before there was any more to see, Gael emerges from the bathroom, now in a sweatshirt and workout pants. "It's okay for me to leave now?" He turns to Richie. "I'm so sorry about what happened."
Richie waves off the apology, eager for him to get out. Didn't want any witnesses, as he was just the accomplice.
"Oh. Okay then. So if there's anything else..."
Andy says softly, "That is all."
When he exits, Richie chuckles. "You didn't say anything?"
"Neither did you."
"But isn't he your partner in crime?"
"Gael riles them up, then leaves. That's always been the plan."
"And then what?"
Andy narrows his gaze. "It's not what you're thinking."
"So when Gael left, you weren't planning to get me completely naked?"
"No."
"Oh. Then, what, you're looking to humiliate me?"
Andy shrugs, sort of agreeing but it sounding stupid to say it out loud.
"I see." Richie backs away, tapping his finger to his chin as he decides what to do next. "Lean against the closet door and face me."
Andy did as told. The fear highlights his face. The erection he'd been hiding before was now in plain sight.
Richie chuckles at the sight then stalks over. It's not until he's right in front of Andy that he realizes something. "This is what you really want, isn't it? You find someone attractive but you crave that person even though the person clearly has a girlfriend. So you set up this elaborate scheme so you can't get rejected."
Andy had the presence to look embarrassed about that, staring at his shoes. "Yeah, I suppose."
"Keep your eyes on my face and your hands away and this won't be bad."
Andy nods, looking up. Richie takes a deep breath, sure now that Andy won't look down. Not that he had the faintest idea what he'd have done if Andy didn't obey, but it appears that part isn't going to be an issue. He's not used to people taking what he says seriously. Not that he wants to admit that it's a nice change of pace.
Even though Andy is actually two inches taller than Richie, he is slouching so they are eye-to-eye. Unlike Gael, Andy is not physically imposing, his eyes shifting due to having trouble staring at him without it meaning anything. His reddish hair has curls that refuse to stay in place, even though his hair is cut quite short.
Richie's hands are on Andy's belt, unbuckling then pulling it from the loops. He grabs onto one of Andy's hands and pushes it back behind him, working the belt so it's looped around the wrist then does the same with the other wrist. Richie ties it around the doorknob to secure it tight, feeling the same rush from when Alize first suggested doing that to him.
Andy is aware of the body that is so close to his as this is being done. Richie still has his shirt off. Since he was never was able to get the jeans closed, they're barely staying on his hips and his still-present erection accidentally brushes Andy's hip. Andy knows he should be scared but his dick is reacting to the close proximity. Nonetheless, Andy does hold to the promise just made and stays focused on Richie's face with his hands away, though itching to do more.
Richie hisses in Andy's ear, "When is the last time you got this close to a guy? How much does it bother you that you can't do anything?"
"Look, if you're going to attack me, just do it already and stop talking." Andy's voice is laced with panic, not arousal, meaning his body is betraying what is happening.
Not that Richie should care about that. "You think I'm gonna beat you up? Or worse?" His voice is low and sultry, in hopes to eliminate the fear from the situation.
"I don't know. Maybe you're the type who gets off on overpowering someone."
Richie laughs at this, not sure what to think about the situation. His tone is practically flirty when he says, "So you want to get off instead?" Richie pops the button on Andy's pants then drags his fingers slowly along the zipper as if he were lowering it. Andy tries not to flinch but cannot resist, even though his brain knows what Richie is doing. "It must bother you so much that you can't look. You can't even hide behind that damn camera." As he says this, his fingers work their way back up the zipper until settling past the tab, hitting warm skin. Richie's hands slip under Andy's black sweater, feeling Andy shiver at the touch.
Richie isn't sure when this turned from embarrassment to revenge to a turn-on but it has. He likes that Andy is obeying but is saddened that it is due to fear. That Andy chose Richie because he possessed qualities attractive to him and it's that reason that has his body defiantly reacting.
Richie lifts the fabric until he can get it over Andy's head. He presses his body flush against Andy's as he slowly lowers the material down Andy's arms until it bunches above the belt.
This time, Richie doesn't want to back away. He can't even claim he's getting harder because of Andy's manipulations, as this was his own stupid plan.
Andy has sensed the shift as well, asking timidly, "What are you doing?"
"You're going to pay." Richie doesn't sound convincing this time. He can tell Andy wants to point out what Richie is painfully aware. Before Andy can say so, Richie shoves Andy against the wall and kisses him.
Andy doesn't simply stay still. He uses his hands to push his body off the wall, to allow for a better position. Richie lets out a gasp as he can feel Andy's erection against his own and not enough material separating them. Andy sneaks his tongue into Richie's agape mouth.
Richie feels like he's about to let go, which would totally defeat the initial purpose. The earlier photo shoot has clearly screwed up his entire body, as he wants to keep kissing this schemer. He realizes he must speed this up, hurriedly lowering the zipper of Andy's pants and allowing them to pool to the floor.
When Richie finally pulls away from Andy's mouth, more than a minute later, he assesses his work. Andy is slumped against the door, his face flushed in spots and pale and freckly in others. His black boxers in stark contrast to the rest of his frame, clearly just as affected as Richie has been.
Richie wants to say something clever at this moment. Some groan-inducing one-liner so he could make his exit. Instead, he simply picks up the clothes he came in with and throws the button-down shirt on, misbuttoning in his haste, and walks out the door.
It was five minutes before Andy starts on trying to get unfastened from the doorknob, slumping down to the floor so that his fingers could slip the metal from the belt-hole.
* * * * *
"Hi sweetie," Alize calls out as she entered the hotel room. She looks around, seeing his sneakers on the floor and an unfamiliar pair of men's jeans on the bed but no sign of her boyfriend. She turns to the shut bathroom door. "Richie, darling? Are you okay?"
"Sure," his voice faintly replies, not feeling quite right since returning to the room. What he needed right now was a nice lovemaking session with his beautiful girlfriend.
"This has been such a long day. I hope you haven't been too bored. So many practice sessions, interviews in unfamiliar languages, oh how was that photo session? Did the guy think you were worthy of this cologne campaign?"
Richie says simply, "He'd have to talk to his boss but the pictures, he said, came out great."
"Oh, this is so amazing. I always knew I had the hottest boyfriend on the WTA and it'd be great to have ads to prove it." She opens the bathroom door and gives Richie a quick kiss on the cheek then walks out. "I hope you don't mind that I turn in early tonight. The schedule came out and I have the first match on court tomorrow. Eleven o'clock sharp."
She never notices that he is standing there in a misbuttoned shirt and boxers, staring in the mirror as he struggles to figure out how everything went haywire.
Chapter 3