fic: whatever normal may be
title: whatever normal may be
pairing: gaston gaudio/david ferrer
rating: nc-17 (slight so not really use of restraints)
disclaimer: fiction
written for tennisslash's keys party fic :)
He lifts his gaze from his fingernails to the door and back again. David he could handle. David is a friend after all; someone that knows who he is, knows more than his statistics. Sure he hadn’t done anything like this in a very long time but he knew what he was getting into as soon as he accepted Marat’s invite.
The door creaking open catches his attention and he smiles when he sees David walk in with a bottle of wine in hand. Gaston shuffles over on the bed, propped up against the headboard, his body stretched out and relaxed for the most part.
“Hey.”
Gaston smiles, a little shyly with only the corners of his lips turning up slightly. He taps on the bottle in David’s grip. “Can I have some?”
“Of course.”
The wine gets passed back and forth for a little while until it is gone and Gaston places the empty bottle on the floor next the bed.
“How are you Gaston?”
The sincerity in David’s voice has him locking eyes as he searches for any fallacies. A very long time ago, they had been friends but unlike the ones that off communication with the fallen champion (which may have been the reason or reinforcement for the dark period in his life), his friendship with David never ended but paused like they used a remote control on their lives.
David grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze. Gaston smiles. He knows the others at the party mean well as well but he truly feels comfortable, wanted.
“Better. I think I just need to be on the court again. When I am on the court... I feel better.”
“Good” David leans in and places a chaste kiss on Gaston’s lips, bringing his fingers up to caress his cheek. “You should come out with us so you can sit back and laugh with me while Feli and Fer pick up girls at the discos. It’s quite the sight.”
Gaston laughs, his face lighting up. The sound, the sight that he hasn’t seen in a very long time sends a feeling through David’s body that he cannot name, not yet anyway.
“I remember the days of Feli and Carlos doing the same thing. I guess Carlos grew up.”
“Oh Carlos joins them from time to time. He wouldn’t let the other two get all the action.”
“What about you?”
David shrugs, his demeanour suddenly becoming shy. “You know how it is.”
Silence falls over them, settling between their bodies like a mist of sweet perfume. David reaches for Gaston’s hand again and together they bask in what has become their life.
A loud moan filters in through the walls and both men look at each before laughing.
“I guess that’s what we should be doing well.”
David doesn’t wait for Gaston to say anything, just quickly swings up and over his body, straddling the older man’s hips. He whips off his shirt and laughs when he looks down to see Gaston a little overwhelmed.
“It’s okay,” David chuckles, his cheeks becoming well flushed. The wine is definitely doing its job. “What do you want, Gaston?”
And really he doesn’t know. David is suddenly in his face, his hair tucked behind his ears, his smile friendly and huge.
“I don’t know.”
It’s barely a whisper but David hears him just fine. He ducks his head and kisses Gaston again, this time chaste isn’t even an option. He rubs Gaston’s chest lightly as his tongue sweeps inside.
“It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”
He brings his hands up to Gaston’s hair and pulls the band that is holding back his lock away. The kiss becomes a little more hungrier, a little more desperate, impatient. Gaston moans when David begins to massage his scalp with his fingertips.
“C-clothes,” is all Gaston can manage right now but David doesn’t mind. He understands and ends the kiss with peck to his lips before he pulls away. When he undoes his jeans, he makes sure Gaston is watching him as he unsnaps the buttons slowly. When his skin is bare he remains standing where he is and nods with a smile on his lips.
Gaston follows suit although he keeps his eyes cast down. It’s done rather methodically but he doesn’t care. He’s still not sure about all this.
There’s a tug to the cuff of his jeans and David helps him remove the rest of his clothes. The supplies are rested on the mattress as David goes to climb on top.
“David?”
“Yeah?”
“Can... Could we use your belt?”
David doesn’t question, doesn’t judge just nods before walking over to where his clothes have pooled. He pulls out the leather strap out of the belt loops before settling on top of Gaston.
“What do you want to do with it?”
And in a sudden rush he finds himself pinned to the mattress, Gaston’s kind eyes floating above him.
“Are you okay with this?”
David nods. He knows Gaston needs this.
After that it is like the bottle of wine finally makes it presence known. The belt is looped around slim muscled wrists and tied above his head. Lips find each other. The taste of the pinot noir is heavy and musky now. Gaston’s beard is rough against David’s smooth cheek. There’s a moan, heaving breathing. It’s all sensations from here on out. Ever consuming.
Gaston hasn’t done this in a long time, hasn’t been with a man in years. But when he pushes into David, he knows - fucking knows - that David should not be grimacing in agony. His vision is hazy but Gaston can see him biting his bottom lip and he swears he can see tears forming in his eyes. He wants to stop.
But then David is shaking his head and demands a kiss with fiery eyes and Gaston forgets about everything else. He knows he’s hurting him but he also knows David is doing this for him (forget Marat’s party - they could be twiddling their thumbs in this room and he wouldn’t know because he’s too busy fucking Gilles). It gets a little easier when David isn’t so tight around him anymore. David moans beneath his lips and it relaxes Gaston.
He wraps his fingers around David’s cock, loving the little sound he makes and the way his body arches into the touch. Gaston cants his hips a little fast, the motion unconscious. It isn’t long when they come and when they do it’s simultaneously.
The first thing Gaston does unravel the makeshift leather restraint and David in turn digs his fingertips into his hair and kisses him. It isn’t fast and needy, not anymore. It’s nothing but friendly and understanding.
**
Gaston strolls out of the washroom with a cloth in his hand and laughs when he sees David propped up, still in bed with a cigarette in his mouth.
“Where did you get that from?”
David blows out a stream of smoke, patting the spot next to him. “Stole Feli’s pack earlier. He never notices.” He offers the cigarette.
Gaston nods and walks over with a smile. He’ll get back to normal eventually, whatever normal is.
pairing: gaston gaudio/david ferrer
rating: nc-17 (slight so not really use of restraints)
disclaimer: fiction
written for tennisslash's keys party fic :)
He lifts his gaze from his fingernails to the door and back again. David he could handle. David is a friend after all; someone that knows who he is, knows more than his statistics. Sure he hadn’t done anything like this in a very long time but he knew what he was getting into as soon as he accepted Marat’s invite.
The door creaking open catches his attention and he smiles when he sees David walk in with a bottle of wine in hand. Gaston shuffles over on the bed, propped up against the headboard, his body stretched out and relaxed for the most part.
“Hey.”
Gaston smiles, a little shyly with only the corners of his lips turning up slightly. He taps on the bottle in David’s grip. “Can I have some?”
“Of course.”
The wine gets passed back and forth for a little while until it is gone and Gaston places the empty bottle on the floor next the bed.
“How are you Gaston?”
The sincerity in David’s voice has him locking eyes as he searches for any fallacies. A very long time ago, they had been friends but unlike the ones that off communication with the fallen champion (which may have been the reason or reinforcement for the dark period in his life), his friendship with David never ended but paused like they used a remote control on their lives.
David grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze. Gaston smiles. He knows the others at the party mean well as well but he truly feels comfortable, wanted.
“Better. I think I just need to be on the court again. When I am on the court... I feel better.”
“Good” David leans in and places a chaste kiss on Gaston’s lips, bringing his fingers up to caress his cheek. “You should come out with us so you can sit back and laugh with me while Feli and Fer pick up girls at the discos. It’s quite the sight.”
Gaston laughs, his face lighting up. The sound, the sight that he hasn’t seen in a very long time sends a feeling through David’s body that he cannot name, not yet anyway.
“I remember the days of Feli and Carlos doing the same thing. I guess Carlos grew up.”
“Oh Carlos joins them from time to time. He wouldn’t let the other two get all the action.”
“What about you?”
David shrugs, his demeanour suddenly becoming shy. “You know how it is.”
Silence falls over them, settling between their bodies like a mist of sweet perfume. David reaches for Gaston’s hand again and together they bask in what has become their life.
A loud moan filters in through the walls and both men look at each before laughing.
“I guess that’s what we should be doing well.”
David doesn’t wait for Gaston to say anything, just quickly swings up and over his body, straddling the older man’s hips. He whips off his shirt and laughs when he looks down to see Gaston a little overwhelmed.
“It’s okay,” David chuckles, his cheeks becoming well flushed. The wine is definitely doing its job. “What do you want, Gaston?”
And really he doesn’t know. David is suddenly in his face, his hair tucked behind his ears, his smile friendly and huge.
“I don’t know.”
It’s barely a whisper but David hears him just fine. He ducks his head and kisses Gaston again, this time chaste isn’t even an option. He rubs Gaston’s chest lightly as his tongue sweeps inside.
“It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”
He brings his hands up to Gaston’s hair and pulls the band that is holding back his lock away. The kiss becomes a little more hungrier, a little more desperate, impatient. Gaston moans when David begins to massage his scalp with his fingertips.
“C-clothes,” is all Gaston can manage right now but David doesn’t mind. He understands and ends the kiss with peck to his lips before he pulls away. When he undoes his jeans, he makes sure Gaston is watching him as he unsnaps the buttons slowly. When his skin is bare he remains standing where he is and nods with a smile on his lips.
Gaston follows suit although he keeps his eyes cast down. It’s done rather methodically but he doesn’t care. He’s still not sure about all this.
There’s a tug to the cuff of his jeans and David helps him remove the rest of his clothes. The supplies are rested on the mattress as David goes to climb on top.
“David?”
“Yeah?”
“Can... Could we use your belt?”
David doesn’t question, doesn’t judge just nods before walking over to where his clothes have pooled. He pulls out the leather strap out of the belt loops before settling on top of Gaston.
“What do you want to do with it?”
And in a sudden rush he finds himself pinned to the mattress, Gaston’s kind eyes floating above him.
“Are you okay with this?”
David nods. He knows Gaston needs this.
After that it is like the bottle of wine finally makes it presence known. The belt is looped around slim muscled wrists and tied above his head. Lips find each other. The taste of the pinot noir is heavy and musky now. Gaston’s beard is rough against David’s smooth cheek. There’s a moan, heaving breathing. It’s all sensations from here on out. Ever consuming.
Gaston hasn’t done this in a long time, hasn’t been with a man in years. But when he pushes into David, he knows - fucking knows - that David should not be grimacing in agony. His vision is hazy but Gaston can see him biting his bottom lip and he swears he can see tears forming in his eyes. He wants to stop.
But then David is shaking his head and demands a kiss with fiery eyes and Gaston forgets about everything else. He knows he’s hurting him but he also knows David is doing this for him (forget Marat’s party - they could be twiddling their thumbs in this room and he wouldn’t know because he’s too busy fucking Gilles). It gets a little easier when David isn’t so tight around him anymore. David moans beneath his lips and it relaxes Gaston.
He wraps his fingers around David’s cock, loving the little sound he makes and the way his body arches into the touch. Gaston cants his hips a little fast, the motion unconscious. It isn’t long when they come and when they do it’s simultaneously.
The first thing Gaston does unravel the makeshift leather restraint and David in turn digs his fingertips into his hair and kisses him. It isn’t fast and needy, not anymore. It’s nothing but friendly and understanding.
**
Gaston strolls out of the washroom with a cloth in his hand and laughs when he sees David propped up, still in bed with a cigarette in his mouth.
“Where did you get that from?”
David blows out a stream of smoke, patting the spot next to him. “Stole Feli’s pack earlier. He never notices.” He offers the cigarette.
Gaston nods and walks over with a smile. He’ll get back to normal eventually, whatever normal is.