Fic: I Win
Title: I Win
Pairing: Nicolas Alamagro/David Ferrer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
written for the Pic Fic Challenge at armada_amor
i forgot to post this here *headdesk*
He loves the feeling of the warm sun on his skin, tickling his bare shoulders. There is a hint of a breeze, swirling through the hot Miami air. Raising his arms up before slowly bringing them back down, a towel clutched in his right hand, Nicolas stretches his muscles as he watches the others in the distance. Feliciano's in the water, laying on his stomach, flashing his coy smile for the camera in a way he only knows how. Next to the photographer stands Fernando, his white shirt unbuttoned and billowing behind him. Nicolas can hear Fernando's words, teasing and encouraging altogether, can feel the smile Fernando's wears even though his back is turned. It comes so natural and easy for Feliciano and Fernando, to flaunt their senuality without appearing to be egotistical. Because they aren't, very far from it. Nicolas wants to learn how to be like that, to be sauve but not overbearing. To be confident. Sexy. If only he could...
"Hey."
Turning around, Nicolas smiles when he sees David, his messy hair dancing in the wind around his head. "Hey Ferru. Have you done your shots yet?"
Instead of answering him, David walks towards him, his gait easy with the confidence Nicolas seeks. He stops in front of him and smiles shyly. "This is supposed to be fun. Stop looking so serious."
"What? I-"
With quick grace, David pulls the towel from Nicolas' hands, sticks out his tongue and takes off in a mad dash. It takes a moment for Nicolas to react before his face breaks out in a grin as he begins to run after David. It doesn't take long for him to catch up and he pulls David to him with the towel.
"You're sneaky, aren't you?"
David laughs as he plays tug-of-war with Nicolas. "No, not really." With a sharp jerk, he pulls hard, laughing even harder when Nicolas falls into him. "I win."
Nicolas braces himself against David, chuckling as he pulls himself away from strong arms. Pouting, he crosses his arms and leans back on his heels. "Not fair, Ferru. Some would say that's playing dirty."
David beams, his face lighting up. "I'll take dirty over sneaky any day."
"Me too" Suddenly, it's Nicolas who is quick like lightening as he darts out a hand and recaptures the poor defenseless towel. As he runs onto the concrete path, he throws a smirk over his shoulder, taunting David.
"Nicolas! Hold up!" David's out of breath. Nicolas is faster than he looks.
Laughing, Nicolas slows down to a full stop, waving the towel in the air. "Now I win."
Jogging lightly to catch up, David throws his own hands up in the air, grinning the entire time. "Ok, fine. But I won too."
"Yeah, I know. You got it first but I got it back."
Looking down at his feet then back up, David's face is serious. "Not what I was talking about."
"Huh?"
Stepping up to him, David reaches up a hand and traces Nicolas' bottom lip with his finger. "I got to see you smile." Pushing caution to the wind, David closes the distance and kisses him, light but with every ounce of passion in his body. He pulls away and grins when he sees Nicolas leaning towards him, his eyes still closed. With a whisper he says, "Now I win again." He pulls the cloth free from Nicolas' grasp and takes off running once again.
Nicolas remains rooted in his spot, trying to figure what the hell just happened. When he sees David throw a smirk over his shoulder, his ass sashaying in those polka dot shorts, Nicolas begins to chase after him, a grin on his face.
Pairing: Nicolas Alamagro/David Ferrer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
written for the Pic Fic Challenge at armada_amor
i forgot to post this here *headdesk*
He loves the feeling of the warm sun on his skin, tickling his bare shoulders. There is a hint of a breeze, swirling through the hot Miami air. Raising his arms up before slowly bringing them back down, a towel clutched in his right hand, Nicolas stretches his muscles as he watches the others in the distance. Feliciano's in the water, laying on his stomach, flashing his coy smile for the camera in a way he only knows how. Next to the photographer stands Fernando, his white shirt unbuttoned and billowing behind him. Nicolas can hear Fernando's words, teasing and encouraging altogether, can feel the smile Fernando's wears even though his back is turned. It comes so natural and easy for Feliciano and Fernando, to flaunt their senuality without appearing to be egotistical. Because they aren't, very far from it. Nicolas wants to learn how to be like that, to be sauve but not overbearing. To be confident. Sexy. If only he could...
"Hey."
Turning around, Nicolas smiles when he sees David, his messy hair dancing in the wind around his head. "Hey Ferru. Have you done your shots yet?"
Instead of answering him, David walks towards him, his gait easy with the confidence Nicolas seeks. He stops in front of him and smiles shyly. "This is supposed to be fun. Stop looking so serious."
"What? I-"
With quick grace, David pulls the towel from Nicolas' hands, sticks out his tongue and takes off in a mad dash. It takes a moment for Nicolas to react before his face breaks out in a grin as he begins to run after David. It doesn't take long for him to catch up and he pulls David to him with the towel.
"You're sneaky, aren't you?"
David laughs as he plays tug-of-war with Nicolas. "No, not really." With a sharp jerk, he pulls hard, laughing even harder when Nicolas falls into him. "I win."
Nicolas braces himself against David, chuckling as he pulls himself away from strong arms. Pouting, he crosses his arms and leans back on his heels. "Not fair, Ferru. Some would say that's playing dirty."
David beams, his face lighting up. "I'll take dirty over sneaky any day."
"Me too" Suddenly, it's Nicolas who is quick like lightening as he darts out a hand and recaptures the poor defenseless towel. As he runs onto the concrete path, he throws a smirk over his shoulder, taunting David.
"Nicolas! Hold up!" David's out of breath. Nicolas is faster than he looks.
Laughing, Nicolas slows down to a full stop, waving the towel in the air. "Now I win."
Jogging lightly to catch up, David throws his own hands up in the air, grinning the entire time. "Ok, fine. But I won too."
"Yeah, I know. You got it first but I got it back."
Looking down at his feet then back up, David's face is serious. "Not what I was talking about."
"Huh?"
Stepping up to him, David reaches up a hand and traces Nicolas' bottom lip with his finger. "I got to see you smile." Pushing caution to the wind, David closes the distance and kisses him, light but with every ounce of passion in his body. He pulls away and grins when he sees Nicolas leaning towards him, his eyes still closed. With a whisper he says, "Now I win again." He pulls the cloth free from Nicolas' grasp and takes off running once again.
Nicolas remains rooted in his spot, trying to figure what the hell just happened. When he sees David throw a smirk over his shoulder, his ass sashaying in those polka dot shorts, Nicolas begins to chase after him, a grin on his face.