Fic: Doubles
Title: Partners
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Feliciano's feeling a little nervous before their double match in the Davis Cup Finals.
A/N: for somarem who requested a fic based on them being doubles partners. Sorry its short, hun! but the next one will be longer :)
Nervous chatter fills the locker room, nerves tingling at the prospect of a victory. Two men sit in silence though, as they tie up their laces and pull up their socks. With one more brush to an invisible flake on his shoe, Feliciano looks up, a shy smile on his face.
“Do you remember the first time we played doubles together?”
Fernando looks up, a would-be picture of relaxed calm if not for the inquisitive eyebrow. “Of course. It was in Stockholm back in 2004.”
Feliciano nods. “Was a long time ago, huh?”
Fernando scoots in closer, closing off the distance between their bodies, thighs touching lightly. “What’s wrong?”
Letting out a low chuckle, Feliciano shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just a little nervous.”
Fernando covers Feliciano’s hand with his own, offering a smile because he knows words of comfort or encouragement would be useless right now. Instead, they sit together, surrounded by their friends, teammates and talks of ‘what if?’ When it’s time to go, Fernando rubs his thumb against the back of Feliciano’s hand before wrapping his fingers around his wrist and tugging him up.
{*}
It all happens so fast. Feliciano hits the return, watches the ball sail into the net and he drops his racket, knees falling to the ground. Fernando throws his hands up in triumph, the cheers filling his ears and his heart. He walks over to Feliciano and can’t resist the urge to take him into his arms. So he does, pressing his body against Feliciano, one arm wrapping around his shoulders, cradling, the other holding on to his back. They hold on to each other, like a lifeline, and although it only lasts less than ten seconds, it’s enough.
“See, no need to be nervous. It’s just like that day in Stockholm.”
The whispered words against his cheek make the smile on Feliciano’s face brighten even more. His fingers tighten around Fernando as he presses his nose into his neck.
“No, this is better.”
Fernando laughs as he pulls away with one last pat to Feliciano’s cheek.
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Feliciano's feeling a little nervous before their double match in the Davis Cup Finals.
A/N: for somarem who requested a fic based on them being doubles partners. Sorry its short, hun! but the next one will be longer :)
Nervous chatter fills the locker room, nerves tingling at the prospect of a victory. Two men sit in silence though, as they tie up their laces and pull up their socks. With one more brush to an invisible flake on his shoe, Feliciano looks up, a shy smile on his face.
“Do you remember the first time we played doubles together?”
Fernando looks up, a would-be picture of relaxed calm if not for the inquisitive eyebrow. “Of course. It was in Stockholm back in 2004.”
Feliciano nods. “Was a long time ago, huh?”
Fernando scoots in closer, closing off the distance between their bodies, thighs touching lightly. “What’s wrong?”
Letting out a low chuckle, Feliciano shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just a little nervous.”
Fernando covers Feliciano’s hand with his own, offering a smile because he knows words of comfort or encouragement would be useless right now. Instead, they sit together, surrounded by their friends, teammates and talks of ‘what if?’ When it’s time to go, Fernando rubs his thumb against the back of Feliciano’s hand before wrapping his fingers around his wrist and tugging him up.
{*}
It all happens so fast. Feliciano hits the return, watches the ball sail into the net and he drops his racket, knees falling to the ground. Fernando throws his hands up in triumph, the cheers filling his ears and his heart. He walks over to Feliciano and can’t resist the urge to take him into his arms. So he does, pressing his body against Feliciano, one arm wrapping around his shoulders, cradling, the other holding on to his back. They hold on to each other, like a lifeline, and although it only lasts less than ten seconds, it’s enough.
“See, no need to be nervous. It’s just like that day in Stockholm.”
The whispered words against his cheek make the smile on Feliciano’s face brighten even more. His fingers tighten around Fernando as he presses his nose into his neck.
“No, this is better.”
Fernando laughs as he pulls away with one last pat to Feliciano’s cheek.