tennis slash - For My Personal Collection (10) - complete
Title: For My Personal Collection (10)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet
Other Players: Gael Monfils, Jamie Murray
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
Author's Note: Believe it or not, this is the end. I just want to thank everyone who has been reading this.
"Go away, Gael," Andy yells at the insistent pounding at the door.
"No fair. I tell you all the details regarding me and Gilles. The very least you could do is tell me if there's a second date with Pretty Richie. You know I have the key and I'm not afraid to use it. Well, unless you're naked, in which case warn me now."
Reluctantly, Andy opens the door then returns to his position on the couch, bag of potato chips next to him and a car chase movie on television.
Gael enters, turning behind him before shutting the door. "What's up, man? You haven't been at the office all week. I was hoping you and Richie were having an extended weekend."
"Gael, I am finished."
"What are you talking about?"
"Jamie knows. I'm just waiting for him to tell our mum."
"What do you... oh shit, you mean..."
"Novak got mad when he found out about Richie and told Jamie his version of everything. I'm no drama queen so I mean it when I say I'm...no, actually we're... fucked."
"Sir, you don't know everything. You only think you do. Let me give you your messages, now that they make some sense."
Andy rolls his eyes and slumps down on the couch, letting Gael do what he's being paid to do.
"One from Jamie at Monday 9:03 am. Very eager that one. I guess he realized by this point that you were ignoring or deleting messages from your home line. That one was just to call back when you get the chance. Jamie at 11:42am. Inviting you to dinner on Friday night. Just the two of you. Need to talk.
"Jamie, 5:30pm. You should talk to Richie, who apparently has been similarly getting ignored. I thought you were just being a fuck-up or following The Rules or some shit but if Jamie's asking you, there had to be a larger..." Andy motions for Gael to get on with the messages. "Right, boss. So Mr. Safin comes by this morning. He wants a meeting with you at 2 tomorrow regarding a new cologne line. He's a manipulative bastard so I imagine he's at least going to stay with you on the payroll, even if your mom makes noise. Getting models may be a different story but you don't want my opinion, just the messages. Got it. Novak, Tuesday, noon sharp. Asking if you or Jamie badmouthed him to Jelena because she's not taking his calls.
"Richie, Tuesday, 2:20pm. Actually left for me, not you, wanting to know if he can borrow my key to your apartment." Looking up, Gael adds, "I told him no since you said, quote, only if you were on your deathbed, unquote. Which maybe you are, underneath those potato chips but at the time, I doubted it."
Another voice chirps, "So I decided to tag along instead."
Andy jerks his head around. "Richie?"
Gael smiles broadly. "Delivery made. Have a lovely night, boys. Remember, Safin meeting tomorrow at 2 so look sharp." He looks around Andy's apartment, then adds, "You can be such a slob sometimes," then leaves.
When the door is safely shut, Andy turns his attention back to the television but asks, "You've been chatting with my associates?"
Richie shrugs then sits down in an empty spot next to Andy.
Andy tries not to let on he's following every move. When Richie looks his way, Andy focuses back on the screen, continuing, "Yet you're still here?"
"I may not have known the details prior but Novak's stories were what I was expecting. That there was a triggering incident, like with Alex, and there were delusional models involved."
"Yeah, Alex was the trigger." Andy curls up on the couch as he struggles to find the words. Richie gives him time to sort it out, realizing Andy has probably never told anyone before. His voice is soft and faraway when he finally starts. "I mean, I was used to others not taking my work seriously but he really pushed it by directly using me because he couldn't get Jamie. When I tried to say I wasn't interested in him, he... literally had me against the wall, his voice threatening as he towered over me and I feared what he'd do next. When I started spouting some garbage about Alex wishing Jamie was jerking off to his image instead of Jelena's, it got him hot and bothered and, most importantly, distracted. I shoved him back to the screen and kept going with some perverse story while taking pictures that, well, you can guess the rest." Andy turns away, sounding choked up when he concludes, "He left the states soon after."
Richie gives Andy a chance to regain composure, as he doesn't seem the type to appreciate a hug at this point. He then remembers the scene with Novak in the bathroom, eerily similar to what Andy just described. "If Jamie had known that before, he would have taken your side. The guy may be a bit daft at times but once Jamie caught on, he was ready to kill Novak, if that makes you feel better."
Andy turns toward Richie, his eyes brightening upon realizing Jamie had stood up for him. Though all he actually says is, "I guess that's what dinner will be about."
"He hasn't told anyone else yet. I think he's waiting to hear your version. In the meantime, we never did have our date."
"You're seriously wanting that after everything that's happened?" If Andy had thought Richie was sensible, he was right now disproving that idea.
Richie nods. "As far as we're concerned, nothing has changed."
Andy turns back away, not believing that for a second. "I wasn't feeling so guilty before."
Richie desperately wants him to stop feeling that way. Andy has felt down long enough. Then he gets an idea. "So you would feel better if you were punished?"
"Yeah, er wait. Is your version of punishment similar to your version of revenge?"
A sly smile graces Richie's face, liking that Andy's mind went in that direction even while in this mood. "Possibly."
"Then no."
Richie has had enough of this game. He grabs Andy's hand, yanks him off the couch and drags him to the mirror in his bedroom.
Andy exclaims as he stumbles trying to keep up, "What are you doing?"
"Okay, so while I could borrow your camera so you could see for yourself, I'm not you. I'm terrible with a camera. As an alternative, the mirror." Richie stands behind Andy, trying to position him at the mirror despite Andy not wanting to look up.
"This is dumb."
"You still won't look."
"Because I'm wearing a ratty t-shirt and the jeans I used when painting this apartment." Andy crosses his arms over his chest, swaying from side to side as he knows Richie is watching his every move.
"There's something wrong with that? You certainly didn't mind when I wore that at the second shoot." Looking down, Richie adds, "Or that I'm wearing it now. At least it's not black." Finally, Andy glares at Richie in the reflection, which is ignored. "Back to the punishment. Do you want to know why Alize suggested this outfit back then?"
Andy doesn't answer. He knows it doesn't matter as Richie will just tell him anyway.
"It was during the off-season and I was doing work at my parents' house. Possibly painting, I don't remember. All I know is that she would pop in. I was packing for the first leg of her touring and she threw in those jeans. Didn't think much of it until I finally wore them. That was when she admitted that she packed them because she had this fantasy of blowing me in the bathroom after I finished doing that outside work. I mean, you had no idea when you told that story about the spilled drink and the blow-dryer how close you were to the truth."
That gets a chuckle from Andy. "So Alize chose that outfit because of the fantasy?"
"Yeah. I agreed because I was hoping to make you as uncomfortable as possible." Richie rests his hands on Andy's waist. "Mission accomplished."
Andy is beginning to relax a little into the touch but doesn't want to admit it. "Did you two, um, fulfill the fantasy later?"
"Since we are still in punishment mode, yes. Wasn't the first time but definitely the last time as she left for the next tournament two days later."
"What's your fantasy?"
Richie lets out a deep breath and says seriously, "I wish you could see what I see. To me, maybe that's not punishment but it is to you."
"That doesn't answer the question."
Richie slides his fingers under Andy's shirt and whispers in his ear, "Maybe not directly. But it's easier to show you than explain it."
Andy shuts his eyes, savoring the warm breath. "Don't underestimate the sound of your voice. It's a built-in weapon for the French."
"So if it was me saying the stuff you say, you'd be down on your knees?"
"Hey! That's my power!" Andy jokes. "Don't begrudge my one method. It's a secret attack."
"Yeah, I noticed. Lose the shirt." Andy blinks, as if not sure he heard the change of subject. Richie pulls up the hem to show he said that. Andy relents and raises the rest of the way.
"That's better. You're right, it was ugly. I like this look so much better. Now, if I was holding a camera, I would be trying to get you into the moment. You know..." Andy is back into petulant mode. Richie decides to use this to his advantage. "Okay, so you do remember the pouty thing from your teenage years. Very good." Richie wraps his arms around Andy, pulling him closer. "How's that?"
Andy is trying to stay annoyed, especially at Richie's casual throw-in of his modeling days, but it is proving difficult. He focuses on the blond hair behind him. Disadvantage to being the taller one and standing in front. "I wish I could see you better."
"Punishment, remember? Which is a pity but," Richie goes back to whispering in Andy's ear, but also runs his hands down Andy's stomach until stopping at the waist of the jeans, "does that help?"
"With seeing you? Yes. Not so much with trying to stay still."
Richie gives Andy an inspection. "Hmm, not bad." He lets go, then moves around so he's leaning against the mirror, blocking Andy's view of the reflection. Richie shakes his head but he's having trouble keeping up with the game, if the lustful look in his eyes is any indication. "It must be difficult to stay still and not exhibit any effects of what is happening around you. It must have killed you that first day to have Gael be the one with his hands all over me instead of you." As a means of demonstration, Richie takes off his t-shirt and throws it at Andy, who catches it out of reflex, even though he's more focused on eyes on him.
Andy tries to reply but it sounds raspy. "It didn't really matter at the time."
"Oh you say that but I doubt it. I definitely think you're in denial." Richie slips off his sneakers as he says this. "Even now, you're trying to figure out what you can admit out loud. You must realize at this point that I ultimately don't care what you say because I just want your body over mine. My fantasy is for you to do the stuff you say, if you must know. But since I'm not sure you actually will because no guy you've been with has allowed you that, I have to push you."
"I don't understand what you me..." Andy's voice trails off as he notices Richie is not looking up as he undoes the button of his jeans.
"You heard me. I want you, Andy." Richie is playing with the tab of the zipper, grinning as he knows where Andy's eyes have shifted. "It would have been nice. Well, maybe nice is the wrong word. Nothing nice can be involved when you are imagining seeing someone naked. Knowing that my fingers are so close to giving you what you've wanted to see. Realizing that this time there are no boxers shielding your view should the tab accidentally unlock." He hears a loud exhale then glances over at Andy, noticing his words are definitely working. "Maybe now you realize that one."
"I think you've managed to get your point across, Richie."
"And?"
"Yeah, punishment can be over." Andy strides over, then grabs Richie by the waist to pull him away from the mirror and get as close as possible when their mouths meet for a searing kiss. Andy walks backwards and has Richie following along as they head toward his bed. Andy has one knee on the bed as he guides Richie to lie on his back before falling on top of him.
Richie has his hands on Andy's lower back as their mouths refuse to break contact. After the initial rush, Andy has slowed down, the kisses more meaningful as he enjoys the feel of the body writhing under him. He's tempted to get rid of the jeans but he does like the idea of torturing Richie just a little bit himself. So instead, he runs his finger along the zipper, satisfied with the twitching that results.
When Richie catches on to the plan, he uses one hand to work on ridding Andy of the rest of his clothes while the other runs along his back until settling on the nape of Andy's neck. His fingers tangle in the curls and also keep Andy from continuing his teasing and focus more on the kissing.
Andy can feel they're both dangerously close to letting go so he hurriedly strips the jeans off Richie and works his hand with both of their cocks. It doesn't take long before Richie gasps out, "So close, just..." One last tug and Richie's eyes close and his body collapses back on the bed, soon followed by Andy on top of him, both breathing ragged.
When Andy's breathing settles, he slides off Richie's body and lies down on his side facing him. Andy is playing with the sweaty curls framing Richie's face, marveling at how peaceful and beautiful this sight is.
Richie opens his eyes, first surprised by the tender touch, then the boyish grin greeting him. It's a sight he never expected to see. "You okay?"
Andy nods. "You're reminding me why I wanted to be a photographer in the first place. It really wasn't about hot guys. Just the way pictures can sell a product or an idea. Maybe..." Then he suddenly jolts into a sitting position, exclaiming, "Mr. Safin!" At Richie's puzzled look, Andy says in a rush of words, "He's looking for a pitch for this cologne line, wanting a fresh face. He already likes your look but hasn't figured out a way to utilize you yet. If he can see..."
Richie chuckles as he watches Andy searching frantically for his sketchbook. He doesn't really know if he'll ever feel a passion for modeling but he loves that Andy has woken up. If it means that Richie is Andy's muse, well, he's perfectly okay with that.
end
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet
Other Players: Gael Monfils, Jamie Murray
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
Author's Note: Believe it or not, this is the end. I just want to thank everyone who has been reading this.
"Go away, Gael," Andy yells at the insistent pounding at the door.
"No fair. I tell you all the details regarding me and Gilles. The very least you could do is tell me if there's a second date with Pretty Richie. You know I have the key and I'm not afraid to use it. Well, unless you're naked, in which case warn me now."
Reluctantly, Andy opens the door then returns to his position on the couch, bag of potato chips next to him and a car chase movie on television.
Gael enters, turning behind him before shutting the door. "What's up, man? You haven't been at the office all week. I was hoping you and Richie were having an extended weekend."
"Gael, I am finished."
"What are you talking about?"
"Jamie knows. I'm just waiting for him to tell our mum."
"What do you... oh shit, you mean..."
"Novak got mad when he found out about Richie and told Jamie his version of everything. I'm no drama queen so I mean it when I say I'm...no, actually we're... fucked."
"Sir, you don't know everything. You only think you do. Let me give you your messages, now that they make some sense."
Andy rolls his eyes and slumps down on the couch, letting Gael do what he's being paid to do.
"One from Jamie at Monday 9:03 am. Very eager that one. I guess he realized by this point that you were ignoring or deleting messages from your home line. That one was just to call back when you get the chance. Jamie at 11:42am. Inviting you to dinner on Friday night. Just the two of you. Need to talk.
"Jamie, 5:30pm. You should talk to Richie, who apparently has been similarly getting ignored. I thought you were just being a fuck-up or following The Rules or some shit but if Jamie's asking you, there had to be a larger..." Andy motions for Gael to get on with the messages. "Right, boss. So Mr. Safin comes by this morning. He wants a meeting with you at 2 tomorrow regarding a new cologne line. He's a manipulative bastard so I imagine he's at least going to stay with you on the payroll, even if your mom makes noise. Getting models may be a different story but you don't want my opinion, just the messages. Got it. Novak, Tuesday, noon sharp. Asking if you or Jamie badmouthed him to Jelena because she's not taking his calls.
"Richie, Tuesday, 2:20pm. Actually left for me, not you, wanting to know if he can borrow my key to your apartment." Looking up, Gael adds, "I told him no since you said, quote, only if you were on your deathbed, unquote. Which maybe you are, underneath those potato chips but at the time, I doubted it."
Another voice chirps, "So I decided to tag along instead."
Andy jerks his head around. "Richie?"
Gael smiles broadly. "Delivery made. Have a lovely night, boys. Remember, Safin meeting tomorrow at 2 so look sharp." He looks around Andy's apartment, then adds, "You can be such a slob sometimes," then leaves.
When the door is safely shut, Andy turns his attention back to the television but asks, "You've been chatting with my associates?"
Richie shrugs then sits down in an empty spot next to Andy.
Andy tries not to let on he's following every move. When Richie looks his way, Andy focuses back on the screen, continuing, "Yet you're still here?"
"I may not have known the details prior but Novak's stories were what I was expecting. That there was a triggering incident, like with Alex, and there were delusional models involved."
"Yeah, Alex was the trigger." Andy curls up on the couch as he struggles to find the words. Richie gives him time to sort it out, realizing Andy has probably never told anyone before. His voice is soft and faraway when he finally starts. "I mean, I was used to others not taking my work seriously but he really pushed it by directly using me because he couldn't get Jamie. When I tried to say I wasn't interested in him, he... literally had me against the wall, his voice threatening as he towered over me and I feared what he'd do next. When I started spouting some garbage about Alex wishing Jamie was jerking off to his image instead of Jelena's, it got him hot and bothered and, most importantly, distracted. I shoved him back to the screen and kept going with some perverse story while taking pictures that, well, you can guess the rest." Andy turns away, sounding choked up when he concludes, "He left the states soon after."
Richie gives Andy a chance to regain composure, as he doesn't seem the type to appreciate a hug at this point. He then remembers the scene with Novak in the bathroom, eerily similar to what Andy just described. "If Jamie had known that before, he would have taken your side. The guy may be a bit daft at times but once Jamie caught on, he was ready to kill Novak, if that makes you feel better."
Andy turns toward Richie, his eyes brightening upon realizing Jamie had stood up for him. Though all he actually says is, "I guess that's what dinner will be about."
"He hasn't told anyone else yet. I think he's waiting to hear your version. In the meantime, we never did have our date."
"You're seriously wanting that after everything that's happened?" If Andy had thought Richie was sensible, he was right now disproving that idea.
Richie nods. "As far as we're concerned, nothing has changed."
Andy turns back away, not believing that for a second. "I wasn't feeling so guilty before."
Richie desperately wants him to stop feeling that way. Andy has felt down long enough. Then he gets an idea. "So you would feel better if you were punished?"
"Yeah, er wait. Is your version of punishment similar to your version of revenge?"
A sly smile graces Richie's face, liking that Andy's mind went in that direction even while in this mood. "Possibly."
"Then no."
Richie has had enough of this game. He grabs Andy's hand, yanks him off the couch and drags him to the mirror in his bedroom.
Andy exclaims as he stumbles trying to keep up, "What are you doing?"
"Okay, so while I could borrow your camera so you could see for yourself, I'm not you. I'm terrible with a camera. As an alternative, the mirror." Richie stands behind Andy, trying to position him at the mirror despite Andy not wanting to look up.
"This is dumb."
"You still won't look."
"Because I'm wearing a ratty t-shirt and the jeans I used when painting this apartment." Andy crosses his arms over his chest, swaying from side to side as he knows Richie is watching his every move.
"There's something wrong with that? You certainly didn't mind when I wore that at the second shoot." Looking down, Richie adds, "Or that I'm wearing it now. At least it's not black." Finally, Andy glares at Richie in the reflection, which is ignored. "Back to the punishment. Do you want to know why Alize suggested this outfit back then?"
Andy doesn't answer. He knows it doesn't matter as Richie will just tell him anyway.
"It was during the off-season and I was doing work at my parents' house. Possibly painting, I don't remember. All I know is that she would pop in. I was packing for the first leg of her touring and she threw in those jeans. Didn't think much of it until I finally wore them. That was when she admitted that she packed them because she had this fantasy of blowing me in the bathroom after I finished doing that outside work. I mean, you had no idea when you told that story about the spilled drink and the blow-dryer how close you were to the truth."
That gets a chuckle from Andy. "So Alize chose that outfit because of the fantasy?"
"Yeah. I agreed because I was hoping to make you as uncomfortable as possible." Richie rests his hands on Andy's waist. "Mission accomplished."
Andy is beginning to relax a little into the touch but doesn't want to admit it. "Did you two, um, fulfill the fantasy later?"
"Since we are still in punishment mode, yes. Wasn't the first time but definitely the last time as she left for the next tournament two days later."
"What's your fantasy?"
Richie lets out a deep breath and says seriously, "I wish you could see what I see. To me, maybe that's not punishment but it is to you."
"That doesn't answer the question."
Richie slides his fingers under Andy's shirt and whispers in his ear, "Maybe not directly. But it's easier to show you than explain it."
Andy shuts his eyes, savoring the warm breath. "Don't underestimate the sound of your voice. It's a built-in weapon for the French."
"So if it was me saying the stuff you say, you'd be down on your knees?"
"Hey! That's my power!" Andy jokes. "Don't begrudge my one method. It's a secret attack."
"Yeah, I noticed. Lose the shirt." Andy blinks, as if not sure he heard the change of subject. Richie pulls up the hem to show he said that. Andy relents and raises the rest of the way.
"That's better. You're right, it was ugly. I like this look so much better. Now, if I was holding a camera, I would be trying to get you into the moment. You know..." Andy is back into petulant mode. Richie decides to use this to his advantage. "Okay, so you do remember the pouty thing from your teenage years. Very good." Richie wraps his arms around Andy, pulling him closer. "How's that?"
Andy is trying to stay annoyed, especially at Richie's casual throw-in of his modeling days, but it is proving difficult. He focuses on the blond hair behind him. Disadvantage to being the taller one and standing in front. "I wish I could see you better."
"Punishment, remember? Which is a pity but," Richie goes back to whispering in Andy's ear, but also runs his hands down Andy's stomach until stopping at the waist of the jeans, "does that help?"
"With seeing you? Yes. Not so much with trying to stay still."
Richie gives Andy an inspection. "Hmm, not bad." He lets go, then moves around so he's leaning against the mirror, blocking Andy's view of the reflection. Richie shakes his head but he's having trouble keeping up with the game, if the lustful look in his eyes is any indication. "It must be difficult to stay still and not exhibit any effects of what is happening around you. It must have killed you that first day to have Gael be the one with his hands all over me instead of you." As a means of demonstration, Richie takes off his t-shirt and throws it at Andy, who catches it out of reflex, even though he's more focused on eyes on him.
Andy tries to reply but it sounds raspy. "It didn't really matter at the time."
"Oh you say that but I doubt it. I definitely think you're in denial." Richie slips off his sneakers as he says this. "Even now, you're trying to figure out what you can admit out loud. You must realize at this point that I ultimately don't care what you say because I just want your body over mine. My fantasy is for you to do the stuff you say, if you must know. But since I'm not sure you actually will because no guy you've been with has allowed you that, I have to push you."
"I don't understand what you me..." Andy's voice trails off as he notices Richie is not looking up as he undoes the button of his jeans.
"You heard me. I want you, Andy." Richie is playing with the tab of the zipper, grinning as he knows where Andy's eyes have shifted. "It would have been nice. Well, maybe nice is the wrong word. Nothing nice can be involved when you are imagining seeing someone naked. Knowing that my fingers are so close to giving you what you've wanted to see. Realizing that this time there are no boxers shielding your view should the tab accidentally unlock." He hears a loud exhale then glances over at Andy, noticing his words are definitely working. "Maybe now you realize that one."
"I think you've managed to get your point across, Richie."
"And?"
"Yeah, punishment can be over." Andy strides over, then grabs Richie by the waist to pull him away from the mirror and get as close as possible when their mouths meet for a searing kiss. Andy walks backwards and has Richie following along as they head toward his bed. Andy has one knee on the bed as he guides Richie to lie on his back before falling on top of him.
Richie has his hands on Andy's lower back as their mouths refuse to break contact. After the initial rush, Andy has slowed down, the kisses more meaningful as he enjoys the feel of the body writhing under him. He's tempted to get rid of the jeans but he does like the idea of torturing Richie just a little bit himself. So instead, he runs his finger along the zipper, satisfied with the twitching that results.
When Richie catches on to the plan, he uses one hand to work on ridding Andy of the rest of his clothes while the other runs along his back until settling on the nape of Andy's neck. His fingers tangle in the curls and also keep Andy from continuing his teasing and focus more on the kissing.
Andy can feel they're both dangerously close to letting go so he hurriedly strips the jeans off Richie and works his hand with both of their cocks. It doesn't take long before Richie gasps out, "So close, just..." One last tug and Richie's eyes close and his body collapses back on the bed, soon followed by Andy on top of him, both breathing ragged.
When Andy's breathing settles, he slides off Richie's body and lies down on his side facing him. Andy is playing with the sweaty curls framing Richie's face, marveling at how peaceful and beautiful this sight is.
Richie opens his eyes, first surprised by the tender touch, then the boyish grin greeting him. It's a sight he never expected to see. "You okay?"
Andy nods. "You're reminding me why I wanted to be a photographer in the first place. It really wasn't about hot guys. Just the way pictures can sell a product or an idea. Maybe..." Then he suddenly jolts into a sitting position, exclaiming, "Mr. Safin!" At Richie's puzzled look, Andy says in a rush of words, "He's looking for a pitch for this cologne line, wanting a fresh face. He already likes your look but hasn't figured out a way to utilize you yet. If he can see..."
Richie chuckles as he watches Andy searching frantically for his sketchbook. He doesn't really know if he'll ever feel a passion for modeling but he loves that Andy has woken up. If it means that Richie is Andy's muse, well, he's perfectly okay with that.
end