Fic: Unexpecting You
Title: Unexpecting You
Pairing: Tommy Haas/Mardy Fish (kinky!Roger/Andy)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Tommy goes to return Roger's bag at his house and is greeted by Mardy
for scoobydumblonde. yay i got it done before my trip! i hope you like it. its happy!sexing!boys :P (hmmm i feel like writing more of these two... *plots*)
After knocking on the door swiftly, Tommy switches his attention back to the half composed text message. He hates text messages, really does. What’s the point of having a phone if you’re going to type>? He has never really understood that. Phones are made for talking verbally. Then someone comes along and decides “hey, why waste your breath when you can type?” Stupid really.
“Hey, you’re not the pizza guy.”
Tommy snaps his head up, tearing his eyes away from the screen to see Mardy grinning at him.
“Hey, Mardy. Is Roger in?”
Mardy nods as he moves to the side. “Yeah. Come on in.”
Obliging, Tommy steps inside, shouldering a bag that keeps on slipping. He turns around when he hears the door close.
“So, Roger?”
Mardy smiles, gesturing to the stairs. “He’s uh, busy… with Andy.”
“Oh” Tommy feels like he’s blushing head to toe. He places the bag on the floor hastily before moving just as quick to the door. “Uh, tell him I brought his bag. I think I’ll go.” He’s got a hand on the handle when he feels Mardy’s touch on his back, turning him around to see him grinning.
“It’s ok, Tommy. They’ll be done soon enough. We got pizza coming. Stay?”
Mardy’s hand still rests on his back, light and warm, just like his smile and Tommy finds himself nodding and following him into the living room. He takes a seat on the couch while Mardy goes into the kitchen to get some drinks. When he comes back, he takes a seat right next to Tommy.
“So… Why do you have Roger’s bag anyway?”
“Oh,” Tommy starts as he takes a sip of his drink. “I overheard Andy and Roger arguing about wanting to go out after Roger’s practice but not wanting to waste time by having to drive back here and drop off his stuff, so I offered to take it.” He ends with a shrug as he looks everywhere except to Mardy, avoiding his gaze. The American makes him nervous, simply for the fact that he’s incredible nice and cute and friend and sexy…
Mardy laugh wafts over him, filling his body with easy happiness. “Yep, sounds about right. Andy is always bitching, even about simple shit like dropping off bags. I don’t know how or why Roger puts up with it.” Tommy thinks he feels Mardy moving closer, swears he feels their thighs brushing against one another but pushes the thought out his head as Mardy just as quickly inches off the couch to retrieve the television remote. He turns on an afternoon baseball game.
“You mind?” He asks, motioning to the screen.
“No, not at all. Though, I don’t really get the sport.”
Mardy laughs. “Baseball is one of those sports where if you live in the States, you love it since birth. It’s not that complicated.”
“I didn’t say its complicated… more like boring. I tried watching a game once and ended up changing the channel after a quarter or period.”
Mardy leans against the fluffy cushions, chuckling softly. “They’re called innings, Tommy, not quarters or periods. That’s in basketball, football and hockey.”
Tommy blushes as he plays with the bottom of his glass. “Sorry. I tend to stick with tennis and football. The European one.” He adds for clarification.
“See, now that’s a sport I don’t understand. Soccer’s way more boring than baseball.”
“That’s because you’re American.”
Mardy turns, his eyebrow raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Americans don’t like football, not soccer by the way, because it’s not barbaric. It’s simple yet entertaining. It doesn’t need a bunch of guys trying to kill each other to keep people’s interest.” Tommy finishes feeling quite confident, smug even.
“Well, the real football is,” Mardy stops, shaking his head. “There’s no point in arguing this shit all over again. Last time I did, the Spaniards almost attacked me. The fuckers are crazy about their soccer.”
Tommy laughs, his body finally relaxing. “See, you don’t want to mess with us Europeans we” He’s cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Mardy hops up.
“Now, that should be the pizza guy.” He leaves quickly and Tommy takes the time to look around properly. Roger’s houses are always extravagant, and this one is nothing less. He doesn’t muse for too long, however, because Mardy’s back, pizzas in hand, grin on his face.
“I don’t care about Roger and Andy, I’m eating now!” He places a box on the table in front of the couch and dashes off to the kitchen to put away the rest. He comes back with some napkins and wastes no time in digging in.
They eat together comfortably. Mardy dutifully explains the rules of baseball while Tommy tries to pay attention, hoping he’s nodding in the right places. But what really holds his attention is Mardy himself. His smile is… mesmerizing and Tommy feels like a girl for thinking so but he can’t help it. Mardy’s whole face just lights up, highlighting his eyes, his cheeks flushing a little when he laughs. Then when he explains the sport they’re watching, his face turns serious, his forehead wrinkling when Tommy asks what the point of having like seven different pitchers on one team if only one or two get to play. Tommy loves how animated Mardy can get, his hands flying all over the place, like it helps getting his point across. So Tommy continues to watch, fascinated with the American in front of him.
“Uh, Tommy? Hello?” Mardy says, waving his hands in front of Tommy’s face. He asked him a question, but instead of answering, Tommy just continues to stare at him with a look of…awe.
Tommy flushes when he realizes that he’s been caught staring. He clears his throat in attempt to hide his embarrassment. “S-sorry. Just drifted off…”
Mardy chuckles. “So, I’m more boring than baseball?”
“No!” Tommy says quickly, blushing even more. He silently curses himself for being so stupid. “Never, I swear. I was just thinking about something, but it’s not important.”
“Oh really? Like what?” He moves a little closer but not close enough to actually touch and that frustrates Tommy (even though he won’t openly admit it).
“N-nothing. Anyway, what were you saying?”
Mardy laughs. “You’re too cute, Tommy. I was just asking if you wanted to come with us, Andy, Roger and I, to this new lounge that supposed to be pretty cool.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t mind. Where is…Hold on, did you just call me cute?”
Chuckling, Mardy moves in closer and pats his cheek mockingly. “Yep. So cute. You think too much and it shows on your face.
Tommy shakes his head, his blush becoming permanent. “I am not cute.”
Moving forward, Mardy boldly presses one leg against Tommy’s while swinging the other on top, almost straddling him. His fingers trace the smooth skin of Tommy’s cheek. He doesn’t say a word, just leans in a places a soft kiss against Tommy’s still lips. He adds a little pressure, hoping to coax Tommy and smiles when he feels a response. He keeps the kiss chaste though, not sure what the boundaries may be. When Tommy’s hands come to rest on his hips though, he pulls back slightly.
“This ok?”
Tommy just nods as he leans forward for another kiss. He doesn’t allow himself to think about it, about what is happening, about what will happen after. He just feels. Mardy’s fingers creep into his hair; twisting and tugging lightly yet conveying his need, his want all so clearly. He pulls Mardy into his lap completely, desperate to feel all of him.
They are so completely wrapped up in each other that they do not notice the two men peaking a look from the stairs with huge grins on their faces. When Mardy lets out a low moan, Roger pokes Andy in the side.
“Ok, enough creeping! Lets leave them alone and go back upstairs, hmm?”
“But I wanna watch, Rogi! I can’t believe Fishy finally made his move!” Andy’s trying to be quiet, but he truly is happy for his best friend, which makes his voice rise a little. Roger smacks him lightly and pulls him by his hair back up to their room.
Their heavy steps against the stairs makes a noticeable creak!, causing Mardy to pull back, his breath coming in deep pants. Taking a quick scan around, he makes sure its still just them in the room before turning his attention back to the man underneath him. He smiles when he sees Tommy smiling up shyly at him. His fingers move down to cup his neck.
“Hi.”
Tommy lets out a self-conscious laugh as he rubs his hands up and down Mardy’s sides, needing something to do with them.
“Hi.”
“So… You wanna go upstairs?”
Tommy inhales sharply, not sure how he should respond. He wants to, really does but he’s only kissed Mardy for a few minutes and isn’t sure if jumping into bed is the smartest thing to do. Plus, this is Roger’s house.
But before he can voice his concerns, Mardy speaks again, fast and unsure. “I mean its up to you. We don’t have to do anything. You know what? Ignore what I said. Lets watch some more baseball. Or maybe there’s some soccer on? I’m sure Roger’s got some soccer channels. Let me just”
His nervous ramble is cut off by Tommy’s tongue pressing against his lips. He submits entry without a second thought and moans when fingers slip under shirt. They roam up and down the expanse of his smooth back, loving the feel of sinewy muscles. Tommy carefully cradles his shoulders as he lifts Mardy’s body off of him, lips still in contact, to lay him against the couch. His body hunches over the American’s as continues to invade his mouth, fucking him with his tongue. Mardy’s shirt bunches up on his shoulders and Tommy pulls it off hastily, needing more contact. He grinds down, swallowing Mardy’s moans as the lust between them burns maddeningly. Each kiss is heightened by every moan, every press of hips against one another.
“Tommy,” Mardy breathes against his lips, throat dry, cock hard and needy. “We… should…go…upstairs.” His words are interspersed with Tommy’s kisses, licks and nips. His mind already made up, Tommy pulls back reluctantly, looking into Mardy’s deep pools of blue.
“Do you have…”
Mardy nods, leaning up for a quick kiss. “Upstairs. Please, Tommy.”
Tommy complies as he lifts off of Mardy and patiently waits for him to lead the way. Mardy grabs his wrist and all but runs up the stairs. Tommy laughs at his eagerness, a little flattered. But when Mardy slams him up against the door of the guestroom and is thoroughly kissed, he knows he’s just as eager and desperate. He pushes back, giving just as good as he’s getting. Suddenly, he’s being pulled away from the door, led to the bed and is thrown against the mattress, only to be pounced on by Mardy.
They smile against each other’s lips, laughing at their collective desperation. Fingers are tearing at random pieces of clothing, not caring where it lands as long it’s off of their bodies. Soon enough, Tommy has Mardy writhing underneath him, pleading with his eyes, with his hips.
“Where’s the…?” Tommy whispers against the shell of Mardy’s ear, his hips in constant motion.
“In the nightstand. Hurry.”
Wasting no time, Tommy leans over the edge of the bed to reach the nightstand, ripping open the drawer, only to disappointed at the state of emptiness.
“There’s nothing here, Mardy.”
“What?” Mardy hastily leans up onto his elbows and peers over. He lets out a frustrated sigh when he confirms Tommy’s words.
“Are there anymore anywhere?”
Mardy thinks, groaning when he realizes something. “Only in Roger’s and Andy’s room.”
Tommy sighs, deflating as he lays on top of Mardy, resting his head against a strong chest. “That’s ok then.”
Mardy shakes his head, not ready to give up what he’s been wanting for a very long time. “No. Just… Just give me two minutes. I’ll be right back.” He gently eases Tommy to the side and climbs off the bed. Shimmying into his boxers, he flashes Tommy a smile before retreating from the room.
Inhaling slowly and deeply, Mardy knocks on the door before turning the knob. He knows Andy is going to kick his ass, but he’ll deal with that later. He carefully introduces his presence.
“Uh, guys? I’m coming in, ok?”
Ignoring the pleas of ‘what the fuck, Mar!’ and ‘not until we’re decent!’ Mardy steps inside the room, preparing himself for what he’s about to see. However, nothing is able to ready him for the sight of Andy on his kness on the mattress with his hand cuffed to the bed above his head while Roger’s caressing his ass with a leather covered hand, the other holding a riding crop. Mardy burst out laughing as the other two blush furiously.
“Mardy, get the fuck out!” Andy screams as he ducks his head in embarrassment. Roger seems to be frozen.
“Holy shit!” Mardy gets out as he tries to catch his breath. “I knew you guys were kinky… but this just…” He can’t even finish his words as another bout of laughter takes over him.
Andy pulls at the cuffs, hating himself for not buying the quick release ones. Roger suddenly awakens from the shock and runs his hand over Andy’s skin, trying to soothe and calm him.
“Is there a reason why you’re here, Mardy?” Trust Roger to remain calm when being caught in quite a scene.
“Uh yeah,” Mardy manages as he begins to collect himself. “Uh, long story short. Tommy stopped by to dropped off your stuff. We started talking, which somehow led to kissing and uh now… He’s in the guestroom, but uh, there’s no lube. Uh, help?” Now it’s his blush.
Andy looks up, angry clear on his face. “Why should we help you, you fucker? I should.” A solid slap of the crop against his ass as Andy quiet instantly. Mardy tries his best not to laugh as Roger addresses him with a smile.
“No problem, Fishy. There should be a new bottle of lube and a pack of condoms in the bathroom.”
Mardy nods as he quickly walks over to the ensuite. Carefully to not make too much of a mess, Mardy searches for the items and does a little dance when he finds him. He rushes out of the bathroom and the room with a swift ‘thanks guys!’ thrown over his shoulder as he makes his back to the guestroom. Once there, behind the safety of the closed door, Mardy lets out a boom of laughter.
“Mardy? What’s so funny?”
Mardy looks up and stops immediately. The sight of Tommy slowly, almost shyly, stroking his cock takes his breath away. “Fuck.”
Tommy blushes when he sees Mardy’s hungry gaze on him, drinking in the sight of his naked body. He burrows himself further amongst the big cushions and pillows. But Mardy wants none of that. He strides over, confidence slowly melting into anxiety. He’s never allowed himself to admit it, but he’s been wanting Tommy for years now, shrugging it off as always wanting what he couldn’t have. But now, that’s all different. Tommy’s here with him, wanting him in the same way he wants him. Safe to say, it makes him a little more than nervous.
With caution, Mardy makes his way on to the bed, dropping the supplies to the side as leans over Tommy, the reverse of their earlier positions. But that’s how Mardy wants it, wants Tommy inside him. So he leans down for a kiss, sinking his fingers into Tommy’s hard muscles and flips their bodies over. Their kiss never falters, only gaining moment as time continues. Mardy releases his grip on Tommy’s hips as his fingers trail upward and sink into his hair. Their bodies press even closer, rocking in tandem. Finally, Tommy pulls away, though very hesitantly.
“Mardy?” He questions, unsure of himself. But Mardy smiles and nods, while reaching for the lube. He presses into Tommy’s palm.
“Do it, Tommy. Please.”
And how can Tommy say no to that, say no to a beautiful smiling Mardy? He leans in for a kiss, conveying not only his lust but also his genuine affection for this man. Resting his lips against Mardy’s, Tommy pulls his boxers down and away from his body, needing to feel flesh against flesh. And soon enough, he was. Mardy is warm and hard against him, his body calm against the mattress and it grounds Tommy a little. Regaining a bit of confidence, Tommy lifts and bends Mardy’s legs so his feet are resting flat against the sheets.
The lube is opened and Tommy slides slick fingers into Mardy’s tight body. It all seems like a haze, like he watching this from another body. Mardy’s writhing and moaning beneath him, twitching and leaking onto his stomach. Then suddenly, Mardy’s rolling a condom onto his own cock (when did he get that open, anyway?) It all seems so surreal. But it is no dream as he sinks into Mardy’s heat, barely fighting back a moan. Mardy pushes back immediately, seeking more of Tommy desperately. Soon, they have a rhythm that works for them. It’s not too fast, nor too slow, but enough to keep the passion burning between their bodies. Lips mould together and don’t let, even when they come. They swallows each other’s pants, moans and screams, holding each other for as long as possible. Unfortunately, they part when their bodies begin to stick together. Tommy carefully pulls out and goes to discard the condom. He comes back with a washcloth, smiling when he sees Mardy smirking.
“What?”
Mardy laughs. “Can you not be the pizza guy every day?”
Pairing: Tommy Haas/Mardy Fish (kinky!Roger/Andy)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Tommy goes to return Roger's bag at his house and is greeted by Mardy
for scoobydumblonde. yay i got it done before my trip! i hope you like it. its happy!sexing!boys :P (hmmm i feel like writing more of these two... *plots*)
After knocking on the door swiftly, Tommy switches his attention back to the half composed text message. He hates text messages, really does. What’s the point of having a phone if you’re going to type>? He has never really understood that. Phones are made for talking verbally. Then someone comes along and decides “hey, why waste your breath when you can type?” Stupid really.
“Hey, you’re not the pizza guy.”
Tommy snaps his head up, tearing his eyes away from the screen to see Mardy grinning at him.
“Hey, Mardy. Is Roger in?”
Mardy nods as he moves to the side. “Yeah. Come on in.”
Obliging, Tommy steps inside, shouldering a bag that keeps on slipping. He turns around when he hears the door close.
“So, Roger?”
Mardy smiles, gesturing to the stairs. “He’s uh, busy… with Andy.”
“Oh” Tommy feels like he’s blushing head to toe. He places the bag on the floor hastily before moving just as quick to the door. “Uh, tell him I brought his bag. I think I’ll go.” He’s got a hand on the handle when he feels Mardy’s touch on his back, turning him around to see him grinning.
“It’s ok, Tommy. They’ll be done soon enough. We got pizza coming. Stay?”
Mardy’s hand still rests on his back, light and warm, just like his smile and Tommy finds himself nodding and following him into the living room. He takes a seat on the couch while Mardy goes into the kitchen to get some drinks. When he comes back, he takes a seat right next to Tommy.
“So… Why do you have Roger’s bag anyway?”
“Oh,” Tommy starts as he takes a sip of his drink. “I overheard Andy and Roger arguing about wanting to go out after Roger’s practice but not wanting to waste time by having to drive back here and drop off his stuff, so I offered to take it.” He ends with a shrug as he looks everywhere except to Mardy, avoiding his gaze. The American makes him nervous, simply for the fact that he’s incredible nice and cute and friend and sexy…
Mardy laugh wafts over him, filling his body with easy happiness. “Yep, sounds about right. Andy is always bitching, even about simple shit like dropping off bags. I don’t know how or why Roger puts up with it.” Tommy thinks he feels Mardy moving closer, swears he feels their thighs brushing against one another but pushes the thought out his head as Mardy just as quickly inches off the couch to retrieve the television remote. He turns on an afternoon baseball game.
“You mind?” He asks, motioning to the screen.
“No, not at all. Though, I don’t really get the sport.”
Mardy laughs. “Baseball is one of those sports where if you live in the States, you love it since birth. It’s not that complicated.”
“I didn’t say its complicated… more like boring. I tried watching a game once and ended up changing the channel after a quarter or period.”
Mardy leans against the fluffy cushions, chuckling softly. “They’re called innings, Tommy, not quarters or periods. That’s in basketball, football and hockey.”
Tommy blushes as he plays with the bottom of his glass. “Sorry. I tend to stick with tennis and football. The European one.” He adds for clarification.
“See, now that’s a sport I don’t understand. Soccer’s way more boring than baseball.”
“That’s because you’re American.”
Mardy turns, his eyebrow raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Americans don’t like football, not soccer by the way, because it’s not barbaric. It’s simple yet entertaining. It doesn’t need a bunch of guys trying to kill each other to keep people’s interest.” Tommy finishes feeling quite confident, smug even.
“Well, the real football is,” Mardy stops, shaking his head. “There’s no point in arguing this shit all over again. Last time I did, the Spaniards almost attacked me. The fuckers are crazy about their soccer.”
Tommy laughs, his body finally relaxing. “See, you don’t want to mess with us Europeans we” He’s cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Mardy hops up.
“Now, that should be the pizza guy.” He leaves quickly and Tommy takes the time to look around properly. Roger’s houses are always extravagant, and this one is nothing less. He doesn’t muse for too long, however, because Mardy’s back, pizzas in hand, grin on his face.
“I don’t care about Roger and Andy, I’m eating now!” He places a box on the table in front of the couch and dashes off to the kitchen to put away the rest. He comes back with some napkins and wastes no time in digging in.
They eat together comfortably. Mardy dutifully explains the rules of baseball while Tommy tries to pay attention, hoping he’s nodding in the right places. But what really holds his attention is Mardy himself. His smile is… mesmerizing and Tommy feels like a girl for thinking so but he can’t help it. Mardy’s whole face just lights up, highlighting his eyes, his cheeks flushing a little when he laughs. Then when he explains the sport they’re watching, his face turns serious, his forehead wrinkling when Tommy asks what the point of having like seven different pitchers on one team if only one or two get to play. Tommy loves how animated Mardy can get, his hands flying all over the place, like it helps getting his point across. So Tommy continues to watch, fascinated with the American in front of him.
“Uh, Tommy? Hello?” Mardy says, waving his hands in front of Tommy’s face. He asked him a question, but instead of answering, Tommy just continues to stare at him with a look of…awe.
Tommy flushes when he realizes that he’s been caught staring. He clears his throat in attempt to hide his embarrassment. “S-sorry. Just drifted off…”
Mardy chuckles. “So, I’m more boring than baseball?”
“No!” Tommy says quickly, blushing even more. He silently curses himself for being so stupid. “Never, I swear. I was just thinking about something, but it’s not important.”
“Oh really? Like what?” He moves a little closer but not close enough to actually touch and that frustrates Tommy (even though he won’t openly admit it).
“N-nothing. Anyway, what were you saying?”
Mardy laughs. “You’re too cute, Tommy. I was just asking if you wanted to come with us, Andy, Roger and I, to this new lounge that supposed to be pretty cool.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t mind. Where is…Hold on, did you just call me cute?”
Chuckling, Mardy moves in closer and pats his cheek mockingly. “Yep. So cute. You think too much and it shows on your face.
Tommy shakes his head, his blush becoming permanent. “I am not cute.”
Moving forward, Mardy boldly presses one leg against Tommy’s while swinging the other on top, almost straddling him. His fingers trace the smooth skin of Tommy’s cheek. He doesn’t say a word, just leans in a places a soft kiss against Tommy’s still lips. He adds a little pressure, hoping to coax Tommy and smiles when he feels a response. He keeps the kiss chaste though, not sure what the boundaries may be. When Tommy’s hands come to rest on his hips though, he pulls back slightly.
“This ok?”
Tommy just nods as he leans forward for another kiss. He doesn’t allow himself to think about it, about what is happening, about what will happen after. He just feels. Mardy’s fingers creep into his hair; twisting and tugging lightly yet conveying his need, his want all so clearly. He pulls Mardy into his lap completely, desperate to feel all of him.
They are so completely wrapped up in each other that they do not notice the two men peaking a look from the stairs with huge grins on their faces. When Mardy lets out a low moan, Roger pokes Andy in the side.
“Ok, enough creeping! Lets leave them alone and go back upstairs, hmm?”
“But I wanna watch, Rogi! I can’t believe Fishy finally made his move!” Andy’s trying to be quiet, but he truly is happy for his best friend, which makes his voice rise a little. Roger smacks him lightly and pulls him by his hair back up to their room.
Their heavy steps against the stairs makes a noticeable creak!, causing Mardy to pull back, his breath coming in deep pants. Taking a quick scan around, he makes sure its still just them in the room before turning his attention back to the man underneath him. He smiles when he sees Tommy smiling up shyly at him. His fingers move down to cup his neck.
“Hi.”
Tommy lets out a self-conscious laugh as he rubs his hands up and down Mardy’s sides, needing something to do with them.
“Hi.”
“So… You wanna go upstairs?”
Tommy inhales sharply, not sure how he should respond. He wants to, really does but he’s only kissed Mardy for a few minutes and isn’t sure if jumping into bed is the smartest thing to do. Plus, this is Roger’s house.
But before he can voice his concerns, Mardy speaks again, fast and unsure. “I mean its up to you. We don’t have to do anything. You know what? Ignore what I said. Lets watch some more baseball. Or maybe there’s some soccer on? I’m sure Roger’s got some soccer channels. Let me just”
His nervous ramble is cut off by Tommy’s tongue pressing against his lips. He submits entry without a second thought and moans when fingers slip under shirt. They roam up and down the expanse of his smooth back, loving the feel of sinewy muscles. Tommy carefully cradles his shoulders as he lifts Mardy’s body off of him, lips still in contact, to lay him against the couch. His body hunches over the American’s as continues to invade his mouth, fucking him with his tongue. Mardy’s shirt bunches up on his shoulders and Tommy pulls it off hastily, needing more contact. He grinds down, swallowing Mardy’s moans as the lust between them burns maddeningly. Each kiss is heightened by every moan, every press of hips against one another.
“Tommy,” Mardy breathes against his lips, throat dry, cock hard and needy. “We… should…go…upstairs.” His words are interspersed with Tommy’s kisses, licks and nips. His mind already made up, Tommy pulls back reluctantly, looking into Mardy’s deep pools of blue.
“Do you have…”
Mardy nods, leaning up for a quick kiss. “Upstairs. Please, Tommy.”
Tommy complies as he lifts off of Mardy and patiently waits for him to lead the way. Mardy grabs his wrist and all but runs up the stairs. Tommy laughs at his eagerness, a little flattered. But when Mardy slams him up against the door of the guestroom and is thoroughly kissed, he knows he’s just as eager and desperate. He pushes back, giving just as good as he’s getting. Suddenly, he’s being pulled away from the door, led to the bed and is thrown against the mattress, only to be pounced on by Mardy.
They smile against each other’s lips, laughing at their collective desperation. Fingers are tearing at random pieces of clothing, not caring where it lands as long it’s off of their bodies. Soon enough, Tommy has Mardy writhing underneath him, pleading with his eyes, with his hips.
“Where’s the…?” Tommy whispers against the shell of Mardy’s ear, his hips in constant motion.
“In the nightstand. Hurry.”
Wasting no time, Tommy leans over the edge of the bed to reach the nightstand, ripping open the drawer, only to disappointed at the state of emptiness.
“There’s nothing here, Mardy.”
“What?” Mardy hastily leans up onto his elbows and peers over. He lets out a frustrated sigh when he confirms Tommy’s words.
“Are there anymore anywhere?”
Mardy thinks, groaning when he realizes something. “Only in Roger’s and Andy’s room.”
Tommy sighs, deflating as he lays on top of Mardy, resting his head against a strong chest. “That’s ok then.”
Mardy shakes his head, not ready to give up what he’s been wanting for a very long time. “No. Just… Just give me two minutes. I’ll be right back.” He gently eases Tommy to the side and climbs off the bed. Shimmying into his boxers, he flashes Tommy a smile before retreating from the room.
Inhaling slowly and deeply, Mardy knocks on the door before turning the knob. He knows Andy is going to kick his ass, but he’ll deal with that later. He carefully introduces his presence.
“Uh, guys? I’m coming in, ok?”
Ignoring the pleas of ‘what the fuck, Mar!’ and ‘not until we’re decent!’ Mardy steps inside the room, preparing himself for what he’s about to see. However, nothing is able to ready him for the sight of Andy on his kness on the mattress with his hand cuffed to the bed above his head while Roger’s caressing his ass with a leather covered hand, the other holding a riding crop. Mardy burst out laughing as the other two blush furiously.
“Mardy, get the fuck out!” Andy screams as he ducks his head in embarrassment. Roger seems to be frozen.
“Holy shit!” Mardy gets out as he tries to catch his breath. “I knew you guys were kinky… but this just…” He can’t even finish his words as another bout of laughter takes over him.
Andy pulls at the cuffs, hating himself for not buying the quick release ones. Roger suddenly awakens from the shock and runs his hand over Andy’s skin, trying to soothe and calm him.
“Is there a reason why you’re here, Mardy?” Trust Roger to remain calm when being caught in quite a scene.
“Uh yeah,” Mardy manages as he begins to collect himself. “Uh, long story short. Tommy stopped by to dropped off your stuff. We started talking, which somehow led to kissing and uh now… He’s in the guestroom, but uh, there’s no lube. Uh, help?” Now it’s his blush.
Andy looks up, angry clear on his face. “Why should we help you, you fucker? I should.” A solid slap of the crop against his ass as Andy quiet instantly. Mardy tries his best not to laugh as Roger addresses him with a smile.
“No problem, Fishy. There should be a new bottle of lube and a pack of condoms in the bathroom.”
Mardy nods as he quickly walks over to the ensuite. Carefully to not make too much of a mess, Mardy searches for the items and does a little dance when he finds him. He rushes out of the bathroom and the room with a swift ‘thanks guys!’ thrown over his shoulder as he makes his back to the guestroom. Once there, behind the safety of the closed door, Mardy lets out a boom of laughter.
“Mardy? What’s so funny?”
Mardy looks up and stops immediately. The sight of Tommy slowly, almost shyly, stroking his cock takes his breath away. “Fuck.”
Tommy blushes when he sees Mardy’s hungry gaze on him, drinking in the sight of his naked body. He burrows himself further amongst the big cushions and pillows. But Mardy wants none of that. He strides over, confidence slowly melting into anxiety. He’s never allowed himself to admit it, but he’s been wanting Tommy for years now, shrugging it off as always wanting what he couldn’t have. But now, that’s all different. Tommy’s here with him, wanting him in the same way he wants him. Safe to say, it makes him a little more than nervous.
With caution, Mardy makes his way on to the bed, dropping the supplies to the side as leans over Tommy, the reverse of their earlier positions. But that’s how Mardy wants it, wants Tommy inside him. So he leans down for a kiss, sinking his fingers into Tommy’s hard muscles and flips their bodies over. Their kiss never falters, only gaining moment as time continues. Mardy releases his grip on Tommy’s hips as his fingers trail upward and sink into his hair. Their bodies press even closer, rocking in tandem. Finally, Tommy pulls away, though very hesitantly.
“Mardy?” He questions, unsure of himself. But Mardy smiles and nods, while reaching for the lube. He presses into Tommy’s palm.
“Do it, Tommy. Please.”
And how can Tommy say no to that, say no to a beautiful smiling Mardy? He leans in for a kiss, conveying not only his lust but also his genuine affection for this man. Resting his lips against Mardy’s, Tommy pulls his boxers down and away from his body, needing to feel flesh against flesh. And soon enough, he was. Mardy is warm and hard against him, his body calm against the mattress and it grounds Tommy a little. Regaining a bit of confidence, Tommy lifts and bends Mardy’s legs so his feet are resting flat against the sheets.
The lube is opened and Tommy slides slick fingers into Mardy’s tight body. It all seems like a haze, like he watching this from another body. Mardy’s writhing and moaning beneath him, twitching and leaking onto his stomach. Then suddenly, Mardy’s rolling a condom onto his own cock (when did he get that open, anyway?) It all seems so surreal. But it is no dream as he sinks into Mardy’s heat, barely fighting back a moan. Mardy pushes back immediately, seeking more of Tommy desperately. Soon, they have a rhythm that works for them. It’s not too fast, nor too slow, but enough to keep the passion burning between their bodies. Lips mould together and don’t let, even when they come. They swallows each other’s pants, moans and screams, holding each other for as long as possible. Unfortunately, they part when their bodies begin to stick together. Tommy carefully pulls out and goes to discard the condom. He comes back with a washcloth, smiling when he sees Mardy smirking.
“What?”
Mardy laughs. “Can you not be the pizza guy every day?”