tennis drabbles part3
i did a drabble/ficlet request, these are the last batch. sorry for the lateness!
Title: You Lead, I Follow
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fiction
Prompt: One step behind for oneshottoyour
Andy always feels like he’s falling behind, always that one step behind Roger. No matter what he does, he’s just never on the same level, in the same mindset as him. It’s like he’s hasn’t tried, because he has, probably more than he would want to admit. When no one’s around, no friends, no practice partners, no coach, he’ll try his best to slice his backhand just like Roger’s, trying to emulate that which cannot be recreated. When he’s alone in the locker room before a match, he’ll give himself a little pep talk, reminding himself to remain cool and collected just like the Swiss. However, it becomes very easy for Andy to push that to the back of his mind.
When it’s just them, Andy and Roger, alone, wrapped up in each other, he allows himself, for the moment, to forget that he’s trying to play keep-up. He lets Roger’s kiss and touch intoxicate his senses and cloud any and all concerns. In those moments, they are equal.
Title: Trust
Pairing: Rafa Nadal/Carlos Moya
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Prompt: first time for carolina30363
“Ohhhh” Rafa moans as he is slowly breeched for the first time. Concern flooding his features, Carlos stops abruptly as guilt begins to settle into his stomach.
“See, I’m hurting you, Rafa! I knew this was a bad idea. I’m pulling out.”
Rafa’s eyes whip open, brown pools now dark with want and lust. He grips Carlos’ biceps with his slightly sweaty fingers, holding him in place. “No, Carlos. I knew it was going to hurt before we started. But I also know that it’ll go away eventually.”
Shaking his head, Carlos frowns. “Not always. Sometimes, it can hurt the whole time.”
“I know it won’t with you,” Rafa whispers as he smiles with his eyes, begging Carlos to trust him, to trust them together. When he doesn’t restart his movement, Rafa takes the initiative and begins to impale himself slowly further onto Carlos’ cock, his eyes lock onto the older man the entire time. Pain rips through him, but Rafa just breathes, gritting his teeth as he does so. When Carlos is completely within him, Rafa leans up and kisses him, conveying his love and trust.
Carlos does nothing but accept this gift from Rafa, suddenly becoming aware that age truly is just a number.
somarem! your fic will be posted in a bit cause it's longer :)
Title: You Lead, I Follow
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fiction
Prompt: One step behind for oneshottoyour
Andy always feels like he’s falling behind, always that one step behind Roger. No matter what he does, he’s just never on the same level, in the same mindset as him. It’s like he’s hasn’t tried, because he has, probably more than he would want to admit. When no one’s around, no friends, no practice partners, no coach, he’ll try his best to slice his backhand just like Roger’s, trying to emulate that which cannot be recreated. When he’s alone in the locker room before a match, he’ll give himself a little pep talk, reminding himself to remain cool and collected just like the Swiss. However, it becomes very easy for Andy to push that to the back of his mind.
When it’s just them, Andy and Roger, alone, wrapped up in each other, he allows himself, for the moment, to forget that he’s trying to play keep-up. He lets Roger’s kiss and touch intoxicate his senses and cloud any and all concerns. In those moments, they are equal.
Title: Trust
Pairing: Rafa Nadal/Carlos Moya
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Prompt: first time for carolina30363
“Ohhhh” Rafa moans as he is slowly breeched for the first time. Concern flooding his features, Carlos stops abruptly as guilt begins to settle into his stomach.
“See, I’m hurting you, Rafa! I knew this was a bad idea. I’m pulling out.”
Rafa’s eyes whip open, brown pools now dark with want and lust. He grips Carlos’ biceps with his slightly sweaty fingers, holding him in place. “No, Carlos. I knew it was going to hurt before we started. But I also know that it’ll go away eventually.”
Shaking his head, Carlos frowns. “Not always. Sometimes, it can hurt the whole time.”
“I know it won’t with you,” Rafa whispers as he smiles with his eyes, begging Carlos to trust him, to trust them together. When he doesn’t restart his movement, Rafa takes the initiative and begins to impale himself slowly further onto Carlos’ cock, his eyes lock onto the older man the entire time. Pain rips through him, but Rafa just breathes, gritting his teeth as he does so. When Carlos is completely within him, Rafa leans up and kisses him, conveying his love and trust.
Carlos does nothing but accept this gift from Rafa, suddenly becoming aware that age truly is just a number.
somarem! your fic will be posted in a bit cause it's longer :)