Fic: Bored
Title: Bored
Pairing: Tommy Haas/Mardy Fish
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
HAPPY BIRTHDAY scoobydumblonde!!!!
it's short, but i hope you like it!
Mardy is bored. He hates going to these tournament parties, especially when his friends aren’t there. Sure, he knows many others on tour, but it isn’t the same. But nonetheless, here he is, beer in hand and bored as hell. He brings the bottle to his lips and waits for the liquid to hit his tongue, only it doesn’t. Frowning, he peaks into the bottle just to make sure it really is empty. Once confirmed, he turns to get another when a hand shoots out, a green open bottle waiting for him. His eyes trace up the arm and Mardy breaks out in a smile.
“Haas! I didn’t know you were here.”
Tommy returns the smile as he shrugs and offers the beer again. Mardy takes it with a nod of thanks.
“I kind of wish I didn’t.”
“You don’t like these things either?”
Tommy shrugs again and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t mind them too much. But many of the guys didn’t show up. Glad you did though.”
MArdy brings up his free hand to laugh behind, trying to hide the blush that has creeped onto his cheeks. The German has no idea of the feelings MArdy has for him. He has never acted on it because Tommy has never gave any indication that he may swing the same way.
“I almost didn’t. Kind of repetitive and pointless.”
They start talking about other things, about the up coming tournament , vacation spots, family; anything that may have come up. The entire time they do so, Mardy can’t help but smile. Tommy has a habit of running his fingers through his hair and pulling on his earlobes when he’s thinking about something. When he pokes out his tongue to lick the stray drop of beer off his lips, the world ceases to exist for Mardy. The pink flesh teases him and he suddenly has the urge to find out how Tommy tastes.
Suddenly he body is being shook. It takes him a few seconds to whip his eyes from lips to eyes, still mesmerized.
“Uh, are you ok, Mardy?”
“Y-yeah. Perfectly fine.”
Tommy frowns but continues talking about a winter he spent in France. Mardy tries to pay attention but he just can’t. His skin to itching to feel Tommy, his mouth desperate to kiss him. Swiftly, he reaches for Tommy’s hand and leads them outside and away from curious eyes. Tommy is highly confused, spitting out a hundred different questions. Mardy stops behind some bushes and jerks his hand, making Tommy fall into him. Not caring about the consequences at the moment, Mardy presses his lips to Tommy, licking at the traces of beer. When he pulls away, he looks at Tommy, not sure what to expect. When he remains quiet, the guilt seeps in.
“Look, Tommy, I”
“Again.”
“What?” Mardy asks, disbelief evident in his voice.
“Do it again.” Tommy’s eyes never leave his, his features not giving anything away.
Inhaling deeply, Mardy step up to him again, slides his hand around his waist, and presses their lips together. Tommy opens his lips and lets him slip inside, deepening the kiss. Fingers find their way under shirts and into soft hair.
When they part, although quite hesitantly, relief washes through Mardy when he sees Tommy smiling.
“I’m definitely glad I came now.”
Pairing: Tommy Haas/Mardy Fish
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
HAPPY BIRTHDAY scoobydumblonde!!!!
it's short, but i hope you like it!
Mardy is bored. He hates going to these tournament parties, especially when his friends aren’t there. Sure, he knows many others on tour, but it isn’t the same. But nonetheless, here he is, beer in hand and bored as hell. He brings the bottle to his lips and waits for the liquid to hit his tongue, only it doesn’t. Frowning, he peaks into the bottle just to make sure it really is empty. Once confirmed, he turns to get another when a hand shoots out, a green open bottle waiting for him. His eyes trace up the arm and Mardy breaks out in a smile.
“Haas! I didn’t know you were here.”
Tommy returns the smile as he shrugs and offers the beer again. Mardy takes it with a nod of thanks.
“I kind of wish I didn’t.”
“You don’t like these things either?”
Tommy shrugs again and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t mind them too much. But many of the guys didn’t show up. Glad you did though.”
MArdy brings up his free hand to laugh behind, trying to hide the blush that has creeped onto his cheeks. The German has no idea of the feelings MArdy has for him. He has never acted on it because Tommy has never gave any indication that he may swing the same way.
“I almost didn’t. Kind of repetitive and pointless.”
They start talking about other things, about the up coming tournament , vacation spots, family; anything that may have come up. The entire time they do so, Mardy can’t help but smile. Tommy has a habit of running his fingers through his hair and pulling on his earlobes when he’s thinking about something. When he pokes out his tongue to lick the stray drop of beer off his lips, the world ceases to exist for Mardy. The pink flesh teases him and he suddenly has the urge to find out how Tommy tastes.
Suddenly he body is being shook. It takes him a few seconds to whip his eyes from lips to eyes, still mesmerized.
“Uh, are you ok, Mardy?”
“Y-yeah. Perfectly fine.”
Tommy frowns but continues talking about a winter he spent in France. Mardy tries to pay attention but he just can’t. His skin to itching to feel Tommy, his mouth desperate to kiss him. Swiftly, he reaches for Tommy’s hand and leads them outside and away from curious eyes. Tommy is highly confused, spitting out a hundred different questions. Mardy stops behind some bushes and jerks his hand, making Tommy fall into him. Not caring about the consequences at the moment, Mardy presses his lips to Tommy, licking at the traces of beer. When he pulls away, he looks at Tommy, not sure what to expect. When he remains quiet, the guilt seeps in.
“Look, Tommy, I”
“Again.”
“What?” Mardy asks, disbelief evident in his voice.
“Do it again.” Tommy’s eyes never leave his, his features not giving anything away.
Inhaling deeply, Mardy step up to him again, slides his hand around his waist, and presses their lips together. Tommy opens his lips and lets him slip inside, deepening the kiss. Fingers find their way under shirts and into soft hair.
When they part, although quite hesitantly, relief washes through Mardy when he sees Tommy smiling.
“I’m definitely glad I came now.”