Fic: Let's Talk About Sex, Baby
Title: Let's Talk About Sex, Baby
Pairing: Mardy Fish/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Mardy wants sex. Andy's not so sure. Sequel to Kissed a Boy (And Made Him Cry)
The first time he tried to have sex with Andy, Mardy approached it head on. Finally comfortable with kissing, Mardy began to rub Andy through his jeans one day when they were laying together on the couch. Mardy was on top so when Andy began to protest and ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, Mardy simply continued on kissing and caressing him simultaneously. Few seconds later, he found himself on the ground, rubbing his chest where Andy had shoved him hard. He watched Andy storm off, muttering something that sounded like, “fucker.”
{*}
The second time, Mardy tried to be educational. When they were alone in their bedroom, Mardy presented Andy with a few books on sex. When Andy looked like he was going to explode with anger, Mardy diligently explained, with a kiss to his forehead, that it’s normal to feel nervous. Andy looked with interest for a few minutes before coming across a section on fisting. He quick shut the offensive material and shooed Mardy out of the room.
{*}
The third time Mardy decided that he didn’t have to be on top. He took Andy’s hand and placed it on the front of his jeans, where Andy could feel how serious he was. A look of hunger and lust passed through Andy eyes before he quickly shook his head and kissed Mardy chastely. He stumbled over his words, but managed to say that he just can’t, not yet.
{*}
The fourth time was the last time Mardy was going to try. They were snuggled up together, watching mindless television, when he suggested watching a movie. Andy agreed and told Mardy to pick because he didn’t want to get up from the couch. Mardy slipped something in quickly and hurried back to his spot on the couch. He nestled in close, one arm wrapped around Andy waist where his fingers were playing with a patch of skin above Andy’s waistband, while his lips were busy with Andy’s neck. Suddenly the room was filled with cheesy porn music and moans. Andy’s half-lidded eyes whipped towards the screen where the words “Taking Flight” flashed with a man dressed as a pilot was getting blown by his "co-pilot". Andy tugged on Mardy’s hair, looked into his eyes and asked, “You serious?” but didn’t wait for a reply as he got off the couch and headed into the kitchen.
Mardy sighed. Oh well, his hand wasn’t so bad.
{*}
Andy was so confused. It wasn’t as though he had never had sex before because he had, with plenty of girls. But with a guy… That was a whole different ball game (no pun intended). After all the attempts from Mardy, Andy started seeing things in a completely unusual light, especially fruit. He spent a whole day rearranging the bananas and oranges because he thought they were teasing him in some odd way. Plus, Mardy just suddenly stopped trying. Andy also noticed that Mardy always had some reason to be shirtless around him. He swore he saw Mardy’s pinkish-brown nipples wink at him.
Finally, he snapped.
--
“Andy, have you seen my box- oof!” A force plowed Mardy into the mattress. Andy brutally bit his lips as he practically tore off the towel that was wrapped around Mardy’s hips. He brought his nose to Mardy’s ear, loving the smell of his shampoo and soap.
“Mardy, I need to you fuck me now.”
Mardy looked up in surprise, clearly not expecting the omission. “Are you sure? I mean we”
Cutting him off with another fearless kiss, Andy rubbed himself against Mardy. “Yes. Now. Fuck me.”
And Mardy did. It wasn’t love making, with roses and candlelight, with whispered confessions of undying love. Besides the prep and the initial penetration, which was done with slow care, the sex was fast and hard. Not too hard that it was brutal but enough that Andy could feel the pain almost as much as the pleasure. He loved the skin on skin contact, how harsh Mardy’s breathing was in his ear and how their lips always seemed to be attached to some piece of skin. When Mardy’s fingers wrapped and tightened around his cock, Andy thought he died and went to heaven.
Afterwards, they remained on the bed, Mardy still on top and inside, tongue playing with Andy’s ear. Andy’s breathing was still a bit irregular but was slowly getting back to normal. A puff of warm air on against the shell of his ear made his whole body seize up with shivers.
“You ok?”
Andy nodded. “Why didn’t I fucking agree to that the first time?”
Mardy let out a low chuckle, again causing more shudders. “Because you’re always playing hard to get.”
Pairing: Mardy Fish/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Mardy wants sex. Andy's not so sure. Sequel to Kissed a Boy (And Made Him Cry)
The first time he tried to have sex with Andy, Mardy approached it head on. Finally comfortable with kissing, Mardy began to rub Andy through his jeans one day when they were laying together on the couch. Mardy was on top so when Andy began to protest and ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, Mardy simply continued on kissing and caressing him simultaneously. Few seconds later, he found himself on the ground, rubbing his chest where Andy had shoved him hard. He watched Andy storm off, muttering something that sounded like, “fucker.”
{*}
The second time, Mardy tried to be educational. When they were alone in their bedroom, Mardy presented Andy with a few books on sex. When Andy looked like he was going to explode with anger, Mardy diligently explained, with a kiss to his forehead, that it’s normal to feel nervous. Andy looked with interest for a few minutes before coming across a section on fisting. He quick shut the offensive material and shooed Mardy out of the room.
{*}
The third time Mardy decided that he didn’t have to be on top. He took Andy’s hand and placed it on the front of his jeans, where Andy could feel how serious he was. A look of hunger and lust passed through Andy eyes before he quickly shook his head and kissed Mardy chastely. He stumbled over his words, but managed to say that he just can’t, not yet.
{*}
The fourth time was the last time Mardy was going to try. They were snuggled up together, watching mindless television, when he suggested watching a movie. Andy agreed and told Mardy to pick because he didn’t want to get up from the couch. Mardy slipped something in quickly and hurried back to his spot on the couch. He nestled in close, one arm wrapped around Andy waist where his fingers were playing with a patch of skin above Andy’s waistband, while his lips were busy with Andy’s neck. Suddenly the room was filled with cheesy porn music and moans. Andy’s half-lidded eyes whipped towards the screen where the words “Taking Flight” flashed with a man dressed as a pilot was getting blown by his "co-pilot". Andy tugged on Mardy’s hair, looked into his eyes and asked, “You serious?” but didn’t wait for a reply as he got off the couch and headed into the kitchen.
Mardy sighed. Oh well, his hand wasn’t so bad.
{*}
Andy was so confused. It wasn’t as though he had never had sex before because he had, with plenty of girls. But with a guy… That was a whole different ball game (no pun intended). After all the attempts from Mardy, Andy started seeing things in a completely unusual light, especially fruit. He spent a whole day rearranging the bananas and oranges because he thought they were teasing him in some odd way. Plus, Mardy just suddenly stopped trying. Andy also noticed that Mardy always had some reason to be shirtless around him. He swore he saw Mardy’s pinkish-brown nipples wink at him.
Finally, he snapped.
--
“Andy, have you seen my box- oof!” A force plowed Mardy into the mattress. Andy brutally bit his lips as he practically tore off the towel that was wrapped around Mardy’s hips. He brought his nose to Mardy’s ear, loving the smell of his shampoo and soap.
“Mardy, I need to you fuck me now.”
Mardy looked up in surprise, clearly not expecting the omission. “Are you sure? I mean we”
Cutting him off with another fearless kiss, Andy rubbed himself against Mardy. “Yes. Now. Fuck me.”
And Mardy did. It wasn’t love making, with roses and candlelight, with whispered confessions of undying love. Besides the prep and the initial penetration, which was done with slow care, the sex was fast and hard. Not too hard that it was brutal but enough that Andy could feel the pain almost as much as the pleasure. He loved the skin on skin contact, how harsh Mardy’s breathing was in his ear and how their lips always seemed to be attached to some piece of skin. When Mardy’s fingers wrapped and tightened around his cock, Andy thought he died and went to heaven.
Afterwards, they remained on the bed, Mardy still on top and inside, tongue playing with Andy’s ear. Andy’s breathing was still a bit irregular but was slowly getting back to normal. A puff of warm air on against the shell of his ear made his whole body seize up with shivers.
“You ok?”
Andy nodded. “Why didn’t I fucking agree to that the first time?”
Mardy let out a low chuckle, again causing more shudders. “Because you’re always playing hard to get.”