Fic: Transparency
Title: Transparency
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: {Glass} common sense: refers to a hard, brittle, transparent amorphous solid. technical sense: an inorganic product of fusion which has been cooled to a rigid condition without crystallizing.
His cheek presses against the chilled glass, cooling his warmed skin. Little puffs of breath leave little spots of fog right next to his fingers, above his cheek. The silver chain around his neck makes a faint clink! with every thrust of Feliciano’s cock inside him. The rhythm calms him, lulling him like the slow lazy pace Feliciano has set. Fernando lets his eyes close, his palms flat against the glass. The sound of the rain becomes more prominent, his other senses heightening. He pushes back, urging Feliciano on, lips curving against the window as Feliciano presses his body completely again his, his fingers coming to rest on on top of Fernando's. The quiet panting in his ear sensitizes Fernando’s body further, every nerve ending ready to erupt.
Fernando lets his eyes flutter open, slitting open to watch raindrops slide down without a care, individuals suddenly becoming one. A moan escapes his lips when Feliciano bites down on the tendon in his neck gently as he soothes it with his tongue. That moment of coolness is gone, the window completely foggy now. He shifts so his nose bears the weight then on to his forehead. Feliciano switches too, taking complete opportunity to claim the other side of his neck, to claim him exclusively. When Feliciano stills his hips, Fernando can’t help but let out a low whine and press his hips back, earning him a sultry laugh. The desperation urges Feliciano on and he slows his pace even further. His fingers move to grip Fernando’s hips as he leisurely inches his cock in and then out. The air becomes too humid for Fernando, suffocating him and pinning his body against the glass. A hand moves his stomach, petting and soothing, his eyes closing once again. The cock inside him continues to tease with slow unhurried strokes and when he regains a little composure, Fernando decides to do some teasing of his own. He grins when he hears Feliciano groan against the shell of his ear as he tightens his muscles, the breathy “Dios, Nando” sending prickles of arousal throughout his body. The palm on his stomach flattens and he has a second to brace himself as Feliciano begins to pound into him. Fernando’s body collapses against the glass, hissing as the hot flesh of his cock comes into contact with the untouched part of the glass. The sensation is little in the context of his body, but its enough to set off his orgasm. He comes, spurting against the glass, moaning when Feliciano shoves into him completely, fingers unforgiving against his skin.
They stay pressed against each other, Fernando against the glass. Feliciano licks the whorl of his ear, the hard edge of his jaw as they watch the city continue to sleep peacefully.
+
The condensation from the glass leaves a ring on the oak coffee table as Feliciano picks up his drink and brings it to his lips. The strong flavor of rum bursts over his tongue, numbing it in familiarity. His eyes squint as he tries to follows the conversation, failing miserably when his focus is drawn to Fernando. He watches with hooded lids, as Fernando swirls the wine in his glass with a flick of his wrist, shrugging at something Rafael is saying. He looks tanned and relaxed, his body comfortable in the situation life finds him in. If asked, Feliciano isn’t going to lie; he’s a little surprised about the contents in Fernando’s glass. He never pegged him as a wine drinker, especially when for the last ten years of knowing each other Fernando always orders a same as himself; rum with a splash of lime juice, on the rocks. Nonetheless, Feliciano knows Fernando’s got expensive tastes and is probably drinking the finest red wine the world has to offer.
Fernando’s eyes slide over to him, silently asking a question that Feliciano answers with a smile. He simply lifts his glass and salutes.
+
“But why do I have to be here?” Feliciano’s whine could be heard through the small shop. Fernando sighs as moves away, more interested in the sunglasses in front of him.
“Because you said you wanted to help.”
Feliciano frowns but follows like a good puppy. “That was before I knew you were going to make shopping for sunglasses a big fucking deal! Its sunglasses, Fer! It shouldn’t be this hard.” After all, this is the fourth shop they have visited. “It’s the same shit over and over again!”
Fernando chooses to ignore him. His sights fall onto black frames, intrigued by stones on the side. He looks up, nods the shop clerk over and asks if he can see that one. He hears a snort when he settles them on his ears.
“Come on, Nando. Even that’s too gay for me.”
Fernando takes them off and glares at Feliciano, remaining silent though. It’s his fault Feliciano is with him anyway. He places the glasses back down, moving onto the next section. A pair of white Dolce & Gababna’s catch is attention. Not too thick, no stones and aviators. The case opens and Fernando has them on, evaluating himself in the mirror.
“Better but white isn’t always in season. You need something that always looks hot.”
Although irritating, Feliciano’s is right and they move on to the last case. After a lot of ‘hmmming’ and ‘ahhhing”, Feliciano tugs on Fernando’s sleeve and pulls him to the very end. He taps on the glass and the clerk opens it with a hidden scowl, wanting nothing more than to tell these boys to hurry up and choose something already! Feliciano reaches inside and picks up a pair that he dutifully places on Fernando with a grin. He turns Fernando around and pushes him to a mirror, coming up behind him and resting his chin on Fernando’s shoulder. The silver Versace frames sit perfectly, highlighting his gorgeous tan. He brings a hand to hair, carefully patting the top as he turns his face to the left, then the right.
“Hot,” Feliciano whispers into his ear, his hands settling on Fernando’s waist.
When he removes the sunglasses, Fernando is beaming into the mirror, eyes locking with Feliciano’s as he playfully pushes their hips together.
+
He flips the hourglass back and forth between his hands, fighting the urge to let out a sigh. The house is filled with nothing but silence that is loud and heavy in his ears. It’s been days since he last spoke to Fernando, weeks since he last seen him. Now with the holidays and all, Feliciano doesn’t know if he’ll be able to get through it without Fernando. It wouldn’t be so bad if he were anywhere but Madrid, in their home. Claudio had persuaded Fernando to go to Australia a little earlier this year, convincing him to get a head start on conditioning. He had asked Feliciano to join him, enticing him with the thought of them alone, in the hotel, on the beach… But being the good son and brother he is, Feliciano promised his family he would spend the holidays at home with them this year. They’re more than a little disappointed that he came alone.
The sand trickles down as he finally sets it on fireplace. He remembers the day they bought it. It started off as a joke; to see how long either man spends in the washroom in the morning, to see if they could last anywhere near an hour during sex. Now Feliciano uses it remind him how slow time goes by without Fernando. In an hour, he’ll flip the hourglass over and time will continue lapsing as it always has, always will.
+
Blindfold in place, Fernando can smell a hint of vanilla and sandalwood in the air. He’s lying on his stomach, hands cuffed together above his head to the headboard. There hasn’t been any indication of anyone else but him in the room and if he were honest, Fernando would admit that it unsettles him a little. He doesn’t know how long he’s been like this, tied up and alone. His shoulders are starting to ache, his wrists getting a little itchy, his cock a little impatient. When arms wrap around his hips to haul him onto his knees, he lets out a cry of surprise. He’s about to kick out when the telltale scent of his lover fills his nostrils and he calms, relaxing for a whole minute before something cold presses against his hole. His body tightens like a freshly strung guitar.
However, Feliciano takes care of him like he always does. He pacifies him with reassuring and kind words, with soft and loving caresses. When the coolness of the object presses inside him, Fernando lets out a moan and begs for more. It’s cold, freezing; shivers racking his body, but he needs more. When he fucks himself on whatever’s in him, the cuffs pull and chafe his skin but he doesn’t notice. It feels too good. When the coolness takes on his body temperature, the object leaves his body, eliciting a moan from his lips. He begs Feliciano to put it back in, whatever it is. He needs it. He wants it. Bad.
But Feliciano doesn’t respond, just keeps a hand on the small of his back, drawing patterns. The pleas fill his ears and if Fernando could see him right now, he’d want to wipe the big grin off his face. Eventually he gives in when Fernando’s voice breaks, almost losing the battle against his tears.
His back arches when the cold slippery object returns, filling him completely. He doesn’t waste anytime, pressing his hips back hungrily. The sight of Fernando shameless want turns Feliciano on like nothing before. He jerkily pulls out the object and rams in his cock, pounding in and out mercilessly. He doesn’t stop, not even when Fernando’s screaming his release. The tightening around his cock though does the trick and Feliciano finally orgasms, still rocking his hips afterwards.
It’s take a while for both men to breathe properly once again. When Feliciano finally slips out of him and takes off the blindfold and cuffs, Fernando automatically turns around and wraps himself around Feliciano, cocooning against the familiar warmth. He heart is still beating a little irregularly but he doesn’t care as long as Feliciano holds him tight.
When Feliciano reluctantly makes him let go in order to clean them both up, Fernando looks around, his eyes falling on the steel wine bucket. Slowly he slides over and groans when he sees the contents: a glass dildo resting in ice water.
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: {Glass} common sense: refers to a hard, brittle, transparent amorphous solid. technical sense: an inorganic product of fusion which has been cooled to a rigid condition without crystallizing.
His cheek presses against the chilled glass, cooling his warmed skin. Little puffs of breath leave little spots of fog right next to his fingers, above his cheek. The silver chain around his neck makes a faint clink! with every thrust of Feliciano’s cock inside him. The rhythm calms him, lulling him like the slow lazy pace Feliciano has set. Fernando lets his eyes close, his palms flat against the glass. The sound of the rain becomes more prominent, his other senses heightening. He pushes back, urging Feliciano on, lips curving against the window as Feliciano presses his body completely again his, his fingers coming to rest on on top of Fernando's. The quiet panting in his ear sensitizes Fernando’s body further, every nerve ending ready to erupt.
Fernando lets his eyes flutter open, slitting open to watch raindrops slide down without a care, individuals suddenly becoming one. A moan escapes his lips when Feliciano bites down on the tendon in his neck gently as he soothes it with his tongue. That moment of coolness is gone, the window completely foggy now. He shifts so his nose bears the weight then on to his forehead. Feliciano switches too, taking complete opportunity to claim the other side of his neck, to claim him exclusively. When Feliciano stills his hips, Fernando can’t help but let out a low whine and press his hips back, earning him a sultry laugh. The desperation urges Feliciano on and he slows his pace even further. His fingers move to grip Fernando’s hips as he leisurely inches his cock in and then out. The air becomes too humid for Fernando, suffocating him and pinning his body against the glass. A hand moves his stomach, petting and soothing, his eyes closing once again. The cock inside him continues to tease with slow unhurried strokes and when he regains a little composure, Fernando decides to do some teasing of his own. He grins when he hears Feliciano groan against the shell of his ear as he tightens his muscles, the breathy “Dios, Nando” sending prickles of arousal throughout his body. The palm on his stomach flattens and he has a second to brace himself as Feliciano begins to pound into him. Fernando’s body collapses against the glass, hissing as the hot flesh of his cock comes into contact with the untouched part of the glass. The sensation is little in the context of his body, but its enough to set off his orgasm. He comes, spurting against the glass, moaning when Feliciano shoves into him completely, fingers unforgiving against his skin.
They stay pressed against each other, Fernando against the glass. Feliciano licks the whorl of his ear, the hard edge of his jaw as they watch the city continue to sleep peacefully.
+
The condensation from the glass leaves a ring on the oak coffee table as Feliciano picks up his drink and brings it to his lips. The strong flavor of rum bursts over his tongue, numbing it in familiarity. His eyes squint as he tries to follows the conversation, failing miserably when his focus is drawn to Fernando. He watches with hooded lids, as Fernando swirls the wine in his glass with a flick of his wrist, shrugging at something Rafael is saying. He looks tanned and relaxed, his body comfortable in the situation life finds him in. If asked, Feliciano isn’t going to lie; he’s a little surprised about the contents in Fernando’s glass. He never pegged him as a wine drinker, especially when for the last ten years of knowing each other Fernando always orders a same as himself; rum with a splash of lime juice, on the rocks. Nonetheless, Feliciano knows Fernando’s got expensive tastes and is probably drinking the finest red wine the world has to offer.
Fernando’s eyes slide over to him, silently asking a question that Feliciano answers with a smile. He simply lifts his glass and salutes.
+
“But why do I have to be here?” Feliciano’s whine could be heard through the small shop. Fernando sighs as moves away, more interested in the sunglasses in front of him.
“Because you said you wanted to help.”
Feliciano frowns but follows like a good puppy. “That was before I knew you were going to make shopping for sunglasses a big fucking deal! Its sunglasses, Fer! It shouldn’t be this hard.” After all, this is the fourth shop they have visited. “It’s the same shit over and over again!”
Fernando chooses to ignore him. His sights fall onto black frames, intrigued by stones on the side. He looks up, nods the shop clerk over and asks if he can see that one. He hears a snort when he settles them on his ears.
“Come on, Nando. Even that’s too gay for me.”
Fernando takes them off and glares at Feliciano, remaining silent though. It’s his fault Feliciano is with him anyway. He places the glasses back down, moving onto the next section. A pair of white Dolce & Gababna’s catch is attention. Not too thick, no stones and aviators. The case opens and Fernando has them on, evaluating himself in the mirror.
“Better but white isn’t always in season. You need something that always looks hot.”
Although irritating, Feliciano’s is right and they move on to the last case. After a lot of ‘hmmming’ and ‘ahhhing”, Feliciano tugs on Fernando’s sleeve and pulls him to the very end. He taps on the glass and the clerk opens it with a hidden scowl, wanting nothing more than to tell these boys to hurry up and choose something already! Feliciano reaches inside and picks up a pair that he dutifully places on Fernando with a grin. He turns Fernando around and pushes him to a mirror, coming up behind him and resting his chin on Fernando’s shoulder. The silver Versace frames sit perfectly, highlighting his gorgeous tan. He brings a hand to hair, carefully patting the top as he turns his face to the left, then the right.
“Hot,” Feliciano whispers into his ear, his hands settling on Fernando’s waist.
When he removes the sunglasses, Fernando is beaming into the mirror, eyes locking with Feliciano’s as he playfully pushes their hips together.
+
He flips the hourglass back and forth between his hands, fighting the urge to let out a sigh. The house is filled with nothing but silence that is loud and heavy in his ears. It’s been days since he last spoke to Fernando, weeks since he last seen him. Now with the holidays and all, Feliciano doesn’t know if he’ll be able to get through it without Fernando. It wouldn’t be so bad if he were anywhere but Madrid, in their home. Claudio had persuaded Fernando to go to Australia a little earlier this year, convincing him to get a head start on conditioning. He had asked Feliciano to join him, enticing him with the thought of them alone, in the hotel, on the beach… But being the good son and brother he is, Feliciano promised his family he would spend the holidays at home with them this year. They’re more than a little disappointed that he came alone.
The sand trickles down as he finally sets it on fireplace. He remembers the day they bought it. It started off as a joke; to see how long either man spends in the washroom in the morning, to see if they could last anywhere near an hour during sex. Now Feliciano uses it remind him how slow time goes by without Fernando. In an hour, he’ll flip the hourglass over and time will continue lapsing as it always has, always will.
+
Blindfold in place, Fernando can smell a hint of vanilla and sandalwood in the air. He’s lying on his stomach, hands cuffed together above his head to the headboard. There hasn’t been any indication of anyone else but him in the room and if he were honest, Fernando would admit that it unsettles him a little. He doesn’t know how long he’s been like this, tied up and alone. His shoulders are starting to ache, his wrists getting a little itchy, his cock a little impatient. When arms wrap around his hips to haul him onto his knees, he lets out a cry of surprise. He’s about to kick out when the telltale scent of his lover fills his nostrils and he calms, relaxing for a whole minute before something cold presses against his hole. His body tightens like a freshly strung guitar.
However, Feliciano takes care of him like he always does. He pacifies him with reassuring and kind words, with soft and loving caresses. When the coolness of the object presses inside him, Fernando lets out a moan and begs for more. It’s cold, freezing; shivers racking his body, but he needs more. When he fucks himself on whatever’s in him, the cuffs pull and chafe his skin but he doesn’t notice. It feels too good. When the coolness takes on his body temperature, the object leaves his body, eliciting a moan from his lips. He begs Feliciano to put it back in, whatever it is. He needs it. He wants it. Bad.
But Feliciano doesn’t respond, just keeps a hand on the small of his back, drawing patterns. The pleas fill his ears and if Fernando could see him right now, he’d want to wipe the big grin off his face. Eventually he gives in when Fernando’s voice breaks, almost losing the battle against his tears.
His back arches when the cold slippery object returns, filling him completely. He doesn’t waste anytime, pressing his hips back hungrily. The sight of Fernando shameless want turns Feliciano on like nothing before. He jerkily pulls out the object and rams in his cock, pounding in and out mercilessly. He doesn’t stop, not even when Fernando’s screaming his release. The tightening around his cock though does the trick and Feliciano finally orgasms, still rocking his hips afterwards.
It’s take a while for both men to breathe properly once again. When Feliciano finally slips out of him and takes off the blindfold and cuffs, Fernando automatically turns around and wraps himself around Feliciano, cocooning against the familiar warmth. He heart is still beating a little irregularly but he doesn’t care as long as Feliciano holds him tight.
When Feliciano reluctantly makes him let go in order to clean them both up, Fernando looks around, his eyes falling on the steel wine bucket. Slowly he slides over and groans when he sees the contents: a glass dildo resting in ice water.