Fic: Once Was Isn't Now
Title: Once Was Isn't Now
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: PG 13 (language)
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Andy and Roger take the girls dancing. Discussion ensues.
just a little silliness for poppinrockz
Leaning against the bar, Andy and Roger, drinks in hand; watching the crowd throb as a collective beat. It’s the usual tiring scene.
“Tell me again why we agreed to this?”
The girls never get out together, Andy. It’s nice to see them hanging out.”
“Then how did we get dragged into this?”
“You want the girls to be here alone?”
“Ah, good point.” Andy salutes him with his drink.
“Plus, don’t act like you don’t bend over backwards for Brooke.”
“You didn’t mind me bending over for you.”
Roger smirks. “That’s because you bend so well.”
“Fuck you, Rog,” Andy says laughing. “From what I can remember you’re pretty bendy yourself.”
Roger leans in, so he doesn’t have to yell as much. “Do you miss it, us together?”
“Your ass is one of a kind, Rogi.”
“I’m serious, Andy.”
Andy lets his gaze settle on Mirka and Brooklyn on the dance floor. “Sometimes.” He turns to Roger, eyes squinting a little. “Sometimes, I miss the simplicity of us.”
“Simplicity?”
“Yeah. Like I didn’t have to try so hard with you because you didn’t want that shit. Didn’t need it.”
Roger nods in agreement. “Yeah.”
“Plus, you’re a pretty good kisser. And lets not forget about your tight ass.”
Roger smirks as he pats Andy’s cheek mockingly. “Pretty good? More like fucking phenomenal just like my ass and every other part of me.”
Andy closes off the small distance separating their bodies, faces, lips almost touching. “You got me there, Roger. Absolutely fucking phenomenal.”
Roger’s about to kiss him, to taste what he gave up all years ago, when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots the girls making their way back. He moves away smoothly and pulls Mirka to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her cheeks are flushed, so are Brooklyn’s.
“Everything ok?” Brooklyn asks as he leans up to peck Andy’s cheek.
“Just peachy,” Andy replies with a grin, eyes focused on Roger. “Who needs another drink?”
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: PG 13 (language)
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Andy and Roger take the girls dancing. Discussion ensues.
just a little silliness for poppinrockz
Leaning against the bar, Andy and Roger, drinks in hand; watching the crowd throb as a collective beat. It’s the usual tiring scene.
“Tell me again why we agreed to this?”
The girls never get out together, Andy. It’s nice to see them hanging out.”
“Then how did we get dragged into this?”
“You want the girls to be here alone?”
“Ah, good point.” Andy salutes him with his drink.
“Plus, don’t act like you don’t bend over backwards for Brooke.”
“You didn’t mind me bending over for you.”
Roger smirks. “That’s because you bend so well.”
“Fuck you, Rog,” Andy says laughing. “From what I can remember you’re pretty bendy yourself.”
Roger leans in, so he doesn’t have to yell as much. “Do you miss it, us together?”
“Your ass is one of a kind, Rogi.”
“I’m serious, Andy.”
Andy lets his gaze settle on Mirka and Brooklyn on the dance floor. “Sometimes.” He turns to Roger, eyes squinting a little. “Sometimes, I miss the simplicity of us.”
“Simplicity?”
“Yeah. Like I didn’t have to try so hard with you because you didn’t want that shit. Didn’t need it.”
Roger nods in agreement. “Yeah.”
“Plus, you’re a pretty good kisser. And lets not forget about your tight ass.”
Roger smirks as he pats Andy’s cheek mockingly. “Pretty good? More like fucking phenomenal just like my ass and every other part of me.”
Andy closes off the small distance separating their bodies, faces, lips almost touching. “You got me there, Roger. Absolutely fucking phenomenal.”
Roger’s about to kiss him, to taste what he gave up all years ago, when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots the girls making their way back. He moves away smoothly and pulls Mirka to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her cheeks are flushed, so are Brooklyn’s.
“Everything ok?” Brooklyn asks as he leans up to peck Andy’s cheek.
“Just peachy,” Andy replies with a grin, eyes focused on Roger. “Who needs another drink?”