Tennis: Take You To Bed
Title: Take You To Bed
Pairing: Richard Gasquet/Janko Tipsarevic
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's not true, only fiction
Song: Only You by Josh Kelley
this is for creepy_shetan
Cause you started it
And you seem into it
Don’t you dare act surprised
Alcohol has added a good flush of color to Richard’s cheeks as he makes his to his hotel room. Without the liquid courage, he would be avoiding to go upstairs right now, regretting the fact that he slipped his room key to the object of his desires, whispering that he’d better be naked or close to it when he arrives. But thanks to the numerous rounds of shots, Richard’s feeling good and ready to feel even better.
He had been teasing Richard all night. First, he would look right at Richard, as he would play with mouth of his beer bottle. His gaze was piercing, causing Richard to just stare. He wasn’t able to do much more. Then as the night progressed and they moved on to the dance floor, he would occasionally but not innocently brush against the Frenchman. Richard was slowly going crazy with need but it wasn’t until he was nice and intoxicated that he decided to do something about it. Now he’s standing outside his hotel room, inserting his key when he’s greeted with a site he’ll never forget.
The soft light of the room bathes Janko’s tanned body in a perfect glow. He’s lying on his back, now propped up on his elbows as he hears Richard enter. Boxers are the only clothing remaining and Richard wants to rip them off as soon as possible. He moves into the room, not caring where his clothes end up as he quickly sheds them. He’s on the bed, on Janko before the Serbian can process, but it doesn’t matter. Lips meet and everything else is forgotten.
Teeth clash, tongues duel, lips bruise, but neither man is slowing down. There’s no gentleness, no tenderness but no one is complaining. Richard feels strong fingers dig into his back and he moans, moving his own fingers to tug on Janko’s hair. He rocks against the Serb, feels his need. Biting Janko’s lip before he pulls away, Richard breathes deep as he looks at him. Janko smiles, nods but waits for the Frenchman to continue.
Returning the smile, Richard places his fingers on Janko’s naked torso and pushes him to the mattress.
{*}
A string of French words are met with gasped Serbian ones. Nothing makes sense, all jumbled and incoherent. But neither man can help it. There’s no more control, not of the words coming from their lips nor the brutal pace of their thrusts.
Richard’s words are smothered against Janko’s shoulders as he tongues the intricate tattoos. Up one curve and down the next. His fingers toy with the Serb’s nipples and abs, but never touch his cock. Maybe that’s what he’s moaning about, Richard has no idea. But he’s not quite done with him just yet.
{*}
Janko throws his head back as he rides Richard. The Frenchman has been driving him crazy all night, especially with his perfectly angled thrusts and Janko wants more. Shifting, he leans forward, wanting to taste his lips again and Richard complies. His hands run up Janko’s strong back, loving the feel of his muscles under his touch. This new position allows Richard to move his hips a little harder, a little faster. Janko moans in his mouth as his nerves light on fire.
You know the game
Your wearing it
And you make the rules
I’m breaking ‘em
And it’s feeling good
For sure you can't deny
{*}
Janko can’t look away, doesn’t want to look away. Richard’s on top of him, arms resting on either side of his head, hips still pistoning away, while his own fingers caress his sides and back. Richard’s smiling, a soft private smile and Janko feels his already heated skin burn even hotter.
They haven’t come, not even once. Sure they had been on the brink numerous times, and Janko was sure he was going to kill Richard when he held on to the base of his cock as he mercilessly pounded into him. Neither man wants it to end, but now, face to face, they watch each other come to completion with hooded eyes.
Richard remains on top, slowly allowing their bodies to stop shaking as he kisses Janko’s neck and collarbone. When he finally pulls away, Janko’s eyes are closed with a soft smile on his lips. He moves his lips to his ear, whispering, “Stay?”
His answer is Janko wrapping his arms around his back, pulling them even closer together.
Pairing: Richard Gasquet/Janko Tipsarevic
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's not true, only fiction
Song: Only You by Josh Kelley
this is for creepy_shetan
Cause you started it
And you seem into it
Don’t you dare act surprised
Alcohol has added a good flush of color to Richard’s cheeks as he makes his to his hotel room. Without the liquid courage, he would be avoiding to go upstairs right now, regretting the fact that he slipped his room key to the object of his desires, whispering that he’d better be naked or close to it when he arrives. But thanks to the numerous rounds of shots, Richard’s feeling good and ready to feel even better.
He had been teasing Richard all night. First, he would look right at Richard, as he would play with mouth of his beer bottle. His gaze was piercing, causing Richard to just stare. He wasn’t able to do much more. Then as the night progressed and they moved on to the dance floor, he would occasionally but not innocently brush against the Frenchman. Richard was slowly going crazy with need but it wasn’t until he was nice and intoxicated that he decided to do something about it. Now he’s standing outside his hotel room, inserting his key when he’s greeted with a site he’ll never forget.
The soft light of the room bathes Janko’s tanned body in a perfect glow. He’s lying on his back, now propped up on his elbows as he hears Richard enter. Boxers are the only clothing remaining and Richard wants to rip them off as soon as possible. He moves into the room, not caring where his clothes end up as he quickly sheds them. He’s on the bed, on Janko before the Serbian can process, but it doesn’t matter. Lips meet and everything else is forgotten.
Teeth clash, tongues duel, lips bruise, but neither man is slowing down. There’s no gentleness, no tenderness but no one is complaining. Richard feels strong fingers dig into his back and he moans, moving his own fingers to tug on Janko’s hair. He rocks against the Serb, feels his need. Biting Janko’s lip before he pulls away, Richard breathes deep as he looks at him. Janko smiles, nods but waits for the Frenchman to continue.
Returning the smile, Richard places his fingers on Janko’s naked torso and pushes him to the mattress.
{*}
A string of French words are met with gasped Serbian ones. Nothing makes sense, all jumbled and incoherent. But neither man can help it. There’s no more control, not of the words coming from their lips nor the brutal pace of their thrusts.
Richard’s words are smothered against Janko’s shoulders as he tongues the intricate tattoos. Up one curve and down the next. His fingers toy with the Serb’s nipples and abs, but never touch his cock. Maybe that’s what he’s moaning about, Richard has no idea. But he’s not quite done with him just yet.
{*}
Janko throws his head back as he rides Richard. The Frenchman has been driving him crazy all night, especially with his perfectly angled thrusts and Janko wants more. Shifting, he leans forward, wanting to taste his lips again and Richard complies. His hands run up Janko’s strong back, loving the feel of his muscles under his touch. This new position allows Richard to move his hips a little harder, a little faster. Janko moans in his mouth as his nerves light on fire.
You know the game
Your wearing it
And you make the rules
I’m breaking ‘em
And it’s feeling good
For sure you can't deny
{*}
Janko can’t look away, doesn’t want to look away. Richard’s on top of him, arms resting on either side of his head, hips still pistoning away, while his own fingers caress his sides and back. Richard’s smiling, a soft private smile and Janko feels his already heated skin burn even hotter.
They haven’t come, not even once. Sure they had been on the brink numerous times, and Janko was sure he was going to kill Richard when he held on to the base of his cock as he mercilessly pounded into him. Neither man wants it to end, but now, face to face, they watch each other come to completion with hooded eyes.
Richard remains on top, slowly allowing their bodies to stop shaking as he kisses Janko’s neck and collarbone. When he finally pulls away, Janko’s eyes are closed with a soft smile on his lips. He moves his lips to his ear, whispering, “Stay?”
His answer is Janko wrapping his arms around his back, pulling them even closer together.