Fic: En Buena Compañía
Title: En Buena Compañía
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Roger Federer/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger blames his stupidity on his curiosity, or is it the other way around? Does it matter?
a/n: this is in the same universe as His Spanish Fix and Me Encanta but you don't have to read those to read this. Enjoy :)
Roger blames his stupidity on his curiosity. He knows it’s none of his business. After all he and Feliciano have no commitment to each other and he doesn’t plan to change that any time soon. Yet, when he follows Feliciano’s attention to the other side of the room he can’t help but ask.
“Feli?”
“Hmm?”
“You and Nando ever…?”
“What?”
“You know?”
Feliciano turns, a knowing smirk on his lips. He cocks his head to a side, faking innocence. “What you mean, Roger? I no understand.” He then turns his attention back to where it was originally, on Nando’s easily beautiful face.
Roger doesn’t ask again. Instead, he watches and assesses, trying not to jump to too many assumptions.
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Every little detail, the touch to the shoulders, the lingering kisses to the cheek, the easy sharing of laughter, has Roger’s mind working overtime. He can’t figure it out and Feliciano is not offering any help at all. There are times when he is convinced Feliciano and Fernando have shared something intimate, something sexual, and then in seconds the script is flipped when the Spaniards begin to talk about their brother-like bond and the memories of growing up together. Roger wouldn’t care so much if the thought of the two together, of Feliciano and Fernando hot and naked together didn’t make him so hard and wanting…
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After checking his watch one last time to make sure it was eleven o’clock, no more no less, Roger knocks on hotel door and waits patiently, following a well known and familiar routine. When the door swings open moments later with Feliciano appearing sexy as ever, Roger can’t help but grin as he walks inside. The sight of Fernando playing video games however throws him off.
“Uh, am I interrupting something?” Roger asks uneasily as he frowns at Feliciano.
Fernando laughs as he pauses the game to look up at the Swiss. “No, no. Never. We finish now.” He tosses the controller to the ground before getting up and walking over to Roger who puts out his hand in greeting. Fernando chuckles as he shakes his head and wraps Roger in a big warm hug instead. “We friends, Roger, no?” He asks softly into Roger’s ear, his tone changing swiftly.
Roger’s body shudders and the sudden change in atmosphere is undeniable. When another body wraps around his back, Roger subconsciously leans into it. There is no need for thinking about anything anymore; his mind is already made up.
The feel of Feliciano’s lips against his neck while Fernando’s deft fingers tease his bare flesh as he eases his shirt open is addictive. Every single one of his senses is becoming rapidly clouded, his head heavy with lust and he wants more. Pushing his hips against Feliciano’s groin, Roger moans when he feels the familiar hardness. Two sets of hands play with his body, lighting him quicker than any fire.
He is not aware of closing his eyes but when his body hits the mattress, he whips them open. Feliciano and Fernando both stand above him, smiling with the knowledge of what will happen next. Clothes are removed in seconds and Roger swallows audibly as he gets his first look at the Spaniards’ naked bodies next to each other. Endless tan skin. Roger would die happy if all he was allowed to do was touch. Luckily for him, the night holds many more promises.
Feliciano approaches the bed first, crawling onto it and over Roger slowly. He offers an easy smile and if Roger wasn’t 100% sure before, he is now. Feliciano cover his body completely with his own from head to toe, like a personal blanket. Dipping his head, he presses his lips against Roger’s, melting them together. Roger’s fingers sink into long soft curls, holding on as Feliciano’s tongue dances with his own. Hands frame his face but also run up and down his side. Reluctantly he pulls away to turn and see Fernando grinning at him.
Not skipping a beat, Feliciano leans in and kisses Fernando just as passionately. Roger’s initial shock quickly turns into lust. He creeps a hand onto either man’s chest, feeling but loving the differences. Fernando is so much more firm, almost rock hard, whereas Feliciano’s body is firm but supple. The thought of feeling Fernando underneath him, above him, anywhere around him at the same as Feliciano has him eager for more. He lets out a moan which causes the Spaniards to break apart with a chuckle.
They look at Roger, as though they are assessing him before they begin to converse rapidly in Spanish. Roger has no idea what they are saying but he picks up words like dios, boca, and fuego. His state of confusion only lasts a moment as they return their attention to him and attack him full force. Lips are against his own as another set find his nipples. Fingers run up his stomach and down his thighs while another hand wraps around his cock. Writhing, Roger thrashes his head back and forth, quickly becoming a mess.
“D-do something. Please.”
Feliciano smiles as he places a gentle kiss to Roger’s lips before climbing off of him and the bed. Roger is about to complain but Fernando’s sudden mouth on his throbbing cock distracts him. Instinctively, his fingers cling onto Fernando’s hair, gripping to hold on. He allows himself to look down and lets out a moan at the sight of Fernando’s pink lips stretched around him. He almost doesn’t notice Feliciano coming back. Almost.
Tracing his index finger down Roger’s hairy chest, Feliciano carefully climbs back on the bed and takes a spot next his hip. Fernando releases the hard flesh from his mouth, Roger’s cock automatically resting against his stomach. Knowing Feliciano’s next move, Fernando moves forward and out of way but keeps his hand on Roger’s body. The feel of the Swiss’s body is different from his own and Feliciano’s, hairier and a bit softer but it intrigues him all the same. He wants to learn every inch of it. Bending down, Fernando trails his tongue from Roger’s bellybutton to his throat, not leaving a single spot untouched.
Feliciano allows himself to watch, his own cock hardening further, before turning to the supplies he had gone to retrieve. With one hand his lifts Roger’s complying legs as the other pops open the cap of the lubricant. Feliciano grins when he hears Roger let out a wanton moan, knowing exactly how crazy Fernando’s tongue is making him. Placing a slick finger against Roger, Feliciano slowly pushes in, the heat immediately surrounding the digit.
Despite the magic of Fernando’s mouth, Roger knows the exact moment Feliciano’s finger breeches him. It’s been far too long. He sucks in a deep breath and reminds himself to remain calm as Feliciano slowly opens him up. Fernando cups his cheek, his thumb soothing his skin. Roger leans into the touch, feigning for reassurance. Another finger joins the first, twisting and opening, and suddenly it feels a whole lot better. Roger arches his back involuntarily, ready for more.
The sight of Roger and Fernando together, giving and receiving comfort makes Feliciano smile. Although he’d never tell a soul, he was worried about this, about sharing Roger with Fernando. The Swiss is his secret just like how he is Roger’s and Feliciano doesn’t want that to change. But he trusts Fernando more than anyone so he squashes the thought as he returns his attention to the beautiful men before him. Slowly, he removes his fingers from Roger’s body, quickly opens a condom and rolls it onto himself. Moving completely between Roger’s thighs, he inhales deeply as he presses into Roger.
Although he can’t see Feliciano, Fernando knows the exact moment Roger is penetrated as the Swiss’ eyes flutter, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly leans down and presses his lips to Roger’s, kissing him as best as he can. Roger is giving as good as he’s getting, and Fernando lets out a moan of his own as he gives up control of the kiss. Arms wrap around his middle and pull him on top of Roger. Skin on skin, Fernando’s cock rubs against the coarse hair on Roger’s stomach and suddenly he needs more.
Pulling away, Fernando frantically looks around for the lubricant. When he reaches for it, Feliciano’s fingers grasp his wrist tightly and he pins it behind his back. Feliciano’s grip is strong as he brings his lips against Fernando’s ear.
“You want Roger fuck you?”
Fernando just moans, not able to reply to the broken English in any language. He needs something and soon.
Laughing, Feliciano keeps his hips pumping in and out of Roger as he leans in to lick the nape of Fernando’s neck, the taste heady and addictive.
“Roger, you fuck Nando?”
Roger lifts his head, his eyes half-lidded eyes widening at the scene unfolding in his lap, literally. He nods eagerly, words having escaped him as well. The teasing smile Feliciano gives him makes him shiver but he doesn’t dare to close his eyes.
“Do it, Nando.”
Not needing to be told twice, Fernando rocks onto his knees as his wrist is released. Opening the top, he quickly coats his fingers and discards the tube. Within seconds, Fernando is pressing his fingers into himself, hurrying as much as he can. When he presses in a third finger, he hears Feliciano rip open a condom behind him. He removes his fingers when Feliciano grabs his hips and hauls him backward. He sinks down onto Roger’s cock with a blissful moan, his senses filling and exploding.
The Swiss doesn’t know what to do. He wants to push down onto Feliciano’s cock but press up into Fernando’s warm heat at the same time. The dual sensations have his body moving in frantic motions but he could care less. He needs to come.
Feliciano picks up his rhythm once Fernando has settled into a comfortable one of his own. He moves in closer, wanting no space between their bodies. Sneaking a hand to either man’s skin, Feliciano closes his eyes and loses himself in the touch, feel and sounds of his lovers.
Their bodies move in sync, as though the three men have been together for a lifetime. Roger comes first, his cock erupting within the heat of Fernando, his own body tightening around Feliciano. Feliciano’s fingers dig into Fernando’s waist, leaving crescent moons that won’t last until the morning, his orgasm rolling through him with a force. A hand wraps around Fernando’s cock and he’s too far gone to know who it belongs to. It doesn’t take him more than three seconds to find his own release against Roger’s quivering skin.
The three of them remain together as they catch their breaths. Feliciano eventually pulls out of Roger before dropping next to him. Fernando though stays where he is as he burrows against Roger’s furry chest. Roger doesn’t mind; he begins to run his fingers lazily through Fernando’s slightly sweaty hair.
“So… You and Feli…?”
Fernando pulls back, beaming as he looks from Roger to Feliciano and back again.
“All the time.”
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Roger Federer/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger blames his stupidity on his curiosity, or is it the other way around? Does it matter?
a/n: this is in the same universe as His Spanish Fix and Me Encanta but you don't have to read those to read this. Enjoy :)
Roger blames his stupidity on his curiosity. He knows it’s none of his business. After all he and Feliciano have no commitment to each other and he doesn’t plan to change that any time soon. Yet, when he follows Feliciano’s attention to the other side of the room he can’t help but ask.
“Feli?”
“Hmm?”
“You and Nando ever…?”
“What?”
“You know?”
Feliciano turns, a knowing smirk on his lips. He cocks his head to a side, faking innocence. “What you mean, Roger? I no understand.” He then turns his attention back to where it was originally, on Nando’s easily beautiful face.
Roger doesn’t ask again. Instead, he watches and assesses, trying not to jump to too many assumptions.
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Every little detail, the touch to the shoulders, the lingering kisses to the cheek, the easy sharing of laughter, has Roger’s mind working overtime. He can’t figure it out and Feliciano is not offering any help at all. There are times when he is convinced Feliciano and Fernando have shared something intimate, something sexual, and then in seconds the script is flipped when the Spaniards begin to talk about their brother-like bond and the memories of growing up together. Roger wouldn’t care so much if the thought of the two together, of Feliciano and Fernando hot and naked together didn’t make him so hard and wanting…
+++
After checking his watch one last time to make sure it was eleven o’clock, no more no less, Roger knocks on hotel door and waits patiently, following a well known and familiar routine. When the door swings open moments later with Feliciano appearing sexy as ever, Roger can’t help but grin as he walks inside. The sight of Fernando playing video games however throws him off.
“Uh, am I interrupting something?” Roger asks uneasily as he frowns at Feliciano.
Fernando laughs as he pauses the game to look up at the Swiss. “No, no. Never. We finish now.” He tosses the controller to the ground before getting up and walking over to Roger who puts out his hand in greeting. Fernando chuckles as he shakes his head and wraps Roger in a big warm hug instead. “We friends, Roger, no?” He asks softly into Roger’s ear, his tone changing swiftly.
Roger’s body shudders and the sudden change in atmosphere is undeniable. When another body wraps around his back, Roger subconsciously leans into it. There is no need for thinking about anything anymore; his mind is already made up.
The feel of Feliciano’s lips against his neck while Fernando’s deft fingers tease his bare flesh as he eases his shirt open is addictive. Every single one of his senses is becoming rapidly clouded, his head heavy with lust and he wants more. Pushing his hips against Feliciano’s groin, Roger moans when he feels the familiar hardness. Two sets of hands play with his body, lighting him quicker than any fire.
He is not aware of closing his eyes but when his body hits the mattress, he whips them open. Feliciano and Fernando both stand above him, smiling with the knowledge of what will happen next. Clothes are removed in seconds and Roger swallows audibly as he gets his first look at the Spaniards’ naked bodies next to each other. Endless tan skin. Roger would die happy if all he was allowed to do was touch. Luckily for him, the night holds many more promises.
Feliciano approaches the bed first, crawling onto it and over Roger slowly. He offers an easy smile and if Roger wasn’t 100% sure before, he is now. Feliciano cover his body completely with his own from head to toe, like a personal blanket. Dipping his head, he presses his lips against Roger’s, melting them together. Roger’s fingers sink into long soft curls, holding on as Feliciano’s tongue dances with his own. Hands frame his face but also run up and down his side. Reluctantly he pulls away to turn and see Fernando grinning at him.
Not skipping a beat, Feliciano leans in and kisses Fernando just as passionately. Roger’s initial shock quickly turns into lust. He creeps a hand onto either man’s chest, feeling but loving the differences. Fernando is so much more firm, almost rock hard, whereas Feliciano’s body is firm but supple. The thought of feeling Fernando underneath him, above him, anywhere around him at the same as Feliciano has him eager for more. He lets out a moan which causes the Spaniards to break apart with a chuckle.
They look at Roger, as though they are assessing him before they begin to converse rapidly in Spanish. Roger has no idea what they are saying but he picks up words like dios, boca, and fuego. His state of confusion only lasts a moment as they return their attention to him and attack him full force. Lips are against his own as another set find his nipples. Fingers run up his stomach and down his thighs while another hand wraps around his cock. Writhing, Roger thrashes his head back and forth, quickly becoming a mess.
“D-do something. Please.”
Feliciano smiles as he places a gentle kiss to Roger’s lips before climbing off of him and the bed. Roger is about to complain but Fernando’s sudden mouth on his throbbing cock distracts him. Instinctively, his fingers cling onto Fernando’s hair, gripping to hold on. He allows himself to look down and lets out a moan at the sight of Fernando’s pink lips stretched around him. He almost doesn’t notice Feliciano coming back. Almost.
Tracing his index finger down Roger’s hairy chest, Feliciano carefully climbs back on the bed and takes a spot next his hip. Fernando releases the hard flesh from his mouth, Roger’s cock automatically resting against his stomach. Knowing Feliciano’s next move, Fernando moves forward and out of way but keeps his hand on Roger’s body. The feel of the Swiss’s body is different from his own and Feliciano’s, hairier and a bit softer but it intrigues him all the same. He wants to learn every inch of it. Bending down, Fernando trails his tongue from Roger’s bellybutton to his throat, not leaving a single spot untouched.
Feliciano allows himself to watch, his own cock hardening further, before turning to the supplies he had gone to retrieve. With one hand his lifts Roger’s complying legs as the other pops open the cap of the lubricant. Feliciano grins when he hears Roger let out a wanton moan, knowing exactly how crazy Fernando’s tongue is making him. Placing a slick finger against Roger, Feliciano slowly pushes in, the heat immediately surrounding the digit.
Despite the magic of Fernando’s mouth, Roger knows the exact moment Feliciano’s finger breeches him. It’s been far too long. He sucks in a deep breath and reminds himself to remain calm as Feliciano slowly opens him up. Fernando cups his cheek, his thumb soothing his skin. Roger leans into the touch, feigning for reassurance. Another finger joins the first, twisting and opening, and suddenly it feels a whole lot better. Roger arches his back involuntarily, ready for more.
The sight of Roger and Fernando together, giving and receiving comfort makes Feliciano smile. Although he’d never tell a soul, he was worried about this, about sharing Roger with Fernando. The Swiss is his secret just like how he is Roger’s and Feliciano doesn’t want that to change. But he trusts Fernando more than anyone so he squashes the thought as he returns his attention to the beautiful men before him. Slowly, he removes his fingers from Roger’s body, quickly opens a condom and rolls it onto himself. Moving completely between Roger’s thighs, he inhales deeply as he presses into Roger.
Although he can’t see Feliciano, Fernando knows the exact moment Roger is penetrated as the Swiss’ eyes flutter, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly leans down and presses his lips to Roger’s, kissing him as best as he can. Roger is giving as good as he’s getting, and Fernando lets out a moan of his own as he gives up control of the kiss. Arms wrap around his middle and pull him on top of Roger. Skin on skin, Fernando’s cock rubs against the coarse hair on Roger’s stomach and suddenly he needs more.
Pulling away, Fernando frantically looks around for the lubricant. When he reaches for it, Feliciano’s fingers grasp his wrist tightly and he pins it behind his back. Feliciano’s grip is strong as he brings his lips against Fernando’s ear.
“You want Roger fuck you?”
Fernando just moans, not able to reply to the broken English in any language. He needs something and soon.
Laughing, Feliciano keeps his hips pumping in and out of Roger as he leans in to lick the nape of Fernando’s neck, the taste heady and addictive.
“Roger, you fuck Nando?”
Roger lifts his head, his eyes half-lidded eyes widening at the scene unfolding in his lap, literally. He nods eagerly, words having escaped him as well. The teasing smile Feliciano gives him makes him shiver but he doesn’t dare to close his eyes.
“Do it, Nando.”
Not needing to be told twice, Fernando rocks onto his knees as his wrist is released. Opening the top, he quickly coats his fingers and discards the tube. Within seconds, Fernando is pressing his fingers into himself, hurrying as much as he can. When he presses in a third finger, he hears Feliciano rip open a condom behind him. He removes his fingers when Feliciano grabs his hips and hauls him backward. He sinks down onto Roger’s cock with a blissful moan, his senses filling and exploding.
The Swiss doesn’t know what to do. He wants to push down onto Feliciano’s cock but press up into Fernando’s warm heat at the same time. The dual sensations have his body moving in frantic motions but he could care less. He needs to come.
Feliciano picks up his rhythm once Fernando has settled into a comfortable one of his own. He moves in closer, wanting no space between their bodies. Sneaking a hand to either man’s skin, Feliciano closes his eyes and loses himself in the touch, feel and sounds of his lovers.
Their bodies move in sync, as though the three men have been together for a lifetime. Roger comes first, his cock erupting within the heat of Fernando, his own body tightening around Feliciano. Feliciano’s fingers dig into Fernando’s waist, leaving crescent moons that won’t last until the morning, his orgasm rolling through him with a force. A hand wraps around Fernando’s cock and he’s too far gone to know who it belongs to. It doesn’t take him more than three seconds to find his own release against Roger’s quivering skin.
The three of them remain together as they catch their breaths. Feliciano eventually pulls out of Roger before dropping next to him. Fernando though stays where he is as he burrows against Roger’s furry chest. Roger doesn’t mind; he begins to run his fingers lazily through Fernando’s slightly sweaty hair.
“So… You and Feli…?”
Fernando pulls back, beaming as he looks from Roger to Feliciano and back again.
“All the time.”