Tennis: What I Need
Title: What I Need
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's fiction
Summary: Roger and Andy do what they do best... besides tennis :P
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Fingers trace over warm skin, up strong thighs, across defined abs. Darkness would have filled the room if not for the six candles that are scattered about. There is no noise, except for the occasional sound of wet lips moving against each other. The air is sweet and warm, clinging to the bodies on the bed.
The bed shifts as Andy reluctantly moves away from Roger’s willing body to reach for nightstand. Locating the familiar bottle, Andy leans in for kiss. Roger’s hands wrap around his hips and now Andy is straddling him. His lips kiss down Roger’s body, leaving no inch of skin un-kissed. When he stops at Roger’s nipples, Andy feels blunt nails dig into his skin, which pushes him to see what other reactions he can get. He flicks his tongue against a tightening nub and is rewarded with a moan from the Swiss. With his mouth driving Roger crazy, Andy moves one hand down and wraps it loosely around the hard length. Roger moans again.
Smirking, Andy lets go of Roger as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant. As he goes to open it, he feels a hand on his wrist, stopping him and he looks to Roger with a questioning brow. Roger lets out a soft laugh as he rolls them over with him on top.
“I’m going to fuck you, Andy.”
He is serious, but there is a sparkle in his eyes that has Andy grinning.
“Oh yeah? What makes you think you’ll be able to?”
Roger smiles as he kisses Andy It’s just a press of lips at first but Andy’s open up and soon enough their tongues are caressing gently, lovingly. Andy feels Roger’s fingers on his stomach trailing down to his cock, over his balls then finally rub against his entrance. What would have been a loud moan is swallowed by Roger, causing him to smile against Andy’s lips.
“Not complaining now, are we?” Roger whispers as his eyes lock with Andy’s slightly hazy ones.
“Never was, Rog.”
He takes the bottle from Andy and opens it, all the while keeping his eyes on Andy. The American has this goofy grin on his face as he stares up at Roger. The lights from the candles bathe the Swiss in an ethereal glow. He’s beautiful and he’s all Andy’s.
One slick finger circles his entrance and Andy bites his lips in anticipation. The moment it pushes in, the American lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. As it slides in and out, Andy feels himself relax and he moves his hands to run up and down Roger’s biceps. With the silent reassurance, Roger slips in another finger and Andy moans. Roger’s forehead crinkles up.
“You ok, love?”
“So good, Rog.”
Roger smiles and adds another finger. Andy’s wriggling, trying his hardest not to beg but it’s difficult. Luckily, Roger reads his signs as he removes his fingers to quickly replace them with his cock. They both take a deep breath as Roger pushes in.
Andy closes his eyes, the stretch burning just a little. Clearly, it’s been too long since the last time they did it like this. With another breath Andy opens his eyes and reaches to pull Roger in for a kiss. Their hips move slowly together as their lips do the same. The movement is slow; skin on skin contact has Andy’s body screaming for more. Roger’s breathing heavy, his hair falling on his forehead. Andy grasps the curls, pushing them to the side.
Releasing Andy’s lips, Roger trails open-mouthed kisses over glistening skin. He takes his time at Andy’s collarbone, causing the man underneath him to whimper.
“Rog, baby, more.”
The Swiss looks up and chuckles at not only the words but at Andy’s evident need that is etched all over his face. Roger stops completely, forcing pleas from his love.
“No, no, baby. What are you doing? So good, please Rog!”
Grinning, Roger moves to tongue Andy’s earlobe, whispering, “Who’s fucking who?”
Andy’s breath hitches. “You’re-You’re fucking me.”
Without any more words, Roger begins to moves again, starting off easy but gradually picks up speed and force. It’s no rough or violent but just enough to cause Andy to wrap his legs around Roger. Their lips lock one again as Roger encloses his hand around Andy.
He slows his hips just a little to match the perfectly antagonizing face his hand has on Andy’s cock. Roger feels fingers tightly gripping his arms and he increases the flicks of his wrists, up and down, twist, down and up.
Arching his back, Andy tries to scream out but it is swallowed by Roger’s mouth as his orgasm rips through him. Roger’s hand continues to stroke lazily as his hips pick up speed. Andy tightens and Roger explodes. They are no longer kissing but breathing against each other’s lips.
Roger runs his fingers up Andy’s stomach, swirling the liquid that is cooling there.
“Holy fuck, Rog.”
Roger just chuckles as he licks at Andy’s bottom lips and moves to blow out the candles on the nightstand, leaving the others around the room to keep them illuminated.
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's fiction
Summary: Roger and Andy do what they do best... besides tennis :P
for simplegiftttt
Fingers trace over warm skin, up strong thighs, across defined abs. Darkness would have filled the room if not for the six candles that are scattered about. There is no noise, except for the occasional sound of wet lips moving against each other. The air is sweet and warm, clinging to the bodies on the bed.
The bed shifts as Andy reluctantly moves away from Roger’s willing body to reach for nightstand. Locating the familiar bottle, Andy leans in for kiss. Roger’s hands wrap around his hips and now Andy is straddling him. His lips kiss down Roger’s body, leaving no inch of skin un-kissed. When he stops at Roger’s nipples, Andy feels blunt nails dig into his skin, which pushes him to see what other reactions he can get. He flicks his tongue against a tightening nub and is rewarded with a moan from the Swiss. With his mouth driving Roger crazy, Andy moves one hand down and wraps it loosely around the hard length. Roger moans again.
Smirking, Andy lets go of Roger as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant. As he goes to open it, he feels a hand on his wrist, stopping him and he looks to Roger with a questioning brow. Roger lets out a soft laugh as he rolls them over with him on top.
“I’m going to fuck you, Andy.”
He is serious, but there is a sparkle in his eyes that has Andy grinning.
“Oh yeah? What makes you think you’ll be able to?”
Roger smiles as he kisses Andy It’s just a press of lips at first but Andy’s open up and soon enough their tongues are caressing gently, lovingly. Andy feels Roger’s fingers on his stomach trailing down to his cock, over his balls then finally rub against his entrance. What would have been a loud moan is swallowed by Roger, causing him to smile against Andy’s lips.
“Not complaining now, are we?” Roger whispers as his eyes lock with Andy’s slightly hazy ones.
“Never was, Rog.”
He takes the bottle from Andy and opens it, all the while keeping his eyes on Andy. The American has this goofy grin on his face as he stares up at Roger. The lights from the candles bathe the Swiss in an ethereal glow. He’s beautiful and he’s all Andy’s.
One slick finger circles his entrance and Andy bites his lips in anticipation. The moment it pushes in, the American lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. As it slides in and out, Andy feels himself relax and he moves his hands to run up and down Roger’s biceps. With the silent reassurance, Roger slips in another finger and Andy moans. Roger’s forehead crinkles up.
“You ok, love?”
“So good, Rog.”
Roger smiles and adds another finger. Andy’s wriggling, trying his hardest not to beg but it’s difficult. Luckily, Roger reads his signs as he removes his fingers to quickly replace them with his cock. They both take a deep breath as Roger pushes in.
Andy closes his eyes, the stretch burning just a little. Clearly, it’s been too long since the last time they did it like this. With another breath Andy opens his eyes and reaches to pull Roger in for a kiss. Their hips move slowly together as their lips do the same. The movement is slow; skin on skin contact has Andy’s body screaming for more. Roger’s breathing heavy, his hair falling on his forehead. Andy grasps the curls, pushing them to the side.
Releasing Andy’s lips, Roger trails open-mouthed kisses over glistening skin. He takes his time at Andy’s collarbone, causing the man underneath him to whimper.
“Rog, baby, more.”
The Swiss looks up and chuckles at not only the words but at Andy’s evident need that is etched all over his face. Roger stops completely, forcing pleas from his love.
“No, no, baby. What are you doing? So good, please Rog!”
Grinning, Roger moves to tongue Andy’s earlobe, whispering, “Who’s fucking who?”
Andy’s breath hitches. “You’re-You’re fucking me.”
Without any more words, Roger begins to moves again, starting off easy but gradually picks up speed and force. It’s no rough or violent but just enough to cause Andy to wrap his legs around Roger. Their lips lock one again as Roger encloses his hand around Andy.
He slows his hips just a little to match the perfectly antagonizing face his hand has on Andy’s cock. Roger feels fingers tightly gripping his arms and he increases the flicks of his wrists, up and down, twist, down and up.
Arching his back, Andy tries to scream out but it is swallowed by Roger’s mouth as his orgasm rips through him. Roger’s hand continues to stroke lazily as his hips pick up speed. Andy tightens and Roger explodes. They are no longer kissing but breathing against each other’s lips.
Roger runs his fingers up Andy’s stomach, swirling the liquid that is cooling there.
“Holy fuck, Rog.”
Roger just chuckles as he licks at Andy’s bottom lips and moves to blow out the candles on the nightstand, leaving the others around the room to keep them illuminated.