fic: grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life
title: grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life
pairing: fernando verdasco/feliciano lopez (cameos by andy roddick and david ferrer)
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
au. fernando's the lawyer. feli's the porn star.
a/n:i promised myself that after i got back from spain i would finish the wips i had, especially this one and my mesut/sami that doesn't want to be completed for some reason. this one has been a work in progress for month now. maybe six months? i wouldn't be surprised if it was longer. it all started off with kanye west's hell of a life.
The air is thick with heat, that all consuming, skin tingling sensation, and after living in Miami for eight years one would think Fernando would have been used to it by now. He loves it, of course he does (it reminds him of Spain and his childhood); however, he isn’t going to deny he is most comfortable somewhere air conditioned (like his luxurious office or Mercedes Benz). If he were to be in the heat then he most enjoys it on the beach, not exiting his car to enter a nightclub at nearly midnight. Midnight. It should not be this hot.
But nothing is going to stop him from celebrating tonight which includes dancing until his heart is content, drinking until he cannot see and fucking until his dick falls off. Fernando loves being a lawyer, the hottest, most successful in all of Florida but the career choice has proven to be soul-consuming - forget time consuming. It has paid off in so many ways however. Fernando is the youngest and most thriving lawyer in the state’s history. This however comes at the expense of not having regular hours and holidays though Fernando knows he wouldn’t trade in for anything in the world.
After closing out another case - perhaps the most difficult of his career thus far - Fernando had decided (as did his boss) that a night of celebration is in order, followed by having the weekend off - the first in almost two years. So, tonight is expected to be nothing but downright messy.
LIV Nightclub at the Fountainebleu Hotel in Miami is the hottest of its calibre in the entire state of Florida. Well, it could be argued that it is one of the finest around the world. The nightclub is two floors and covers the expanse of the hotel. Simply put, it is enormous. Yet, every night it is filled to maximum capacity, not to mention with a ridiculously long line up outside the club that doesn’t dissipate even at four in the morning, when the club is close to closing.
Fernando might not be able to go out much but at the Fountainebleu he doesn’t have to ask for a table; he always has one ready. It is on the top floor, where the average price of a night is no less than five figures, looking over the entire club. What’s more is Fernando never needs to tell the staff what he is drinking; bottles of champagne, vodka and scotch always await his arrival. Whenever he is at LIV, he is at home.
The rush of bass fills his body upon immediately stepping inside. It’s nothing but second nature to him to greet the staff with a flirtatious nature. He flashes his winning smile to everyone he passes as the hostess leads the way. The lights - a deep blue and bright yellow - the flashy escalators have him excited for what the night is to bring.
When he reaches his table, he sees his friends and peers already sitting around, chatting, and enjoying themselves. His best friend and colleague, Andy, shouts as he proceeds to get up from his seat where he had his arms around two very gorgeous blonde women.
“Fernando! I was wondering when your ass would show up!”
Fernando laughs as he walks towards him and envelopes him in a tight hug. “Was that before or after you began whoring yourself out already?”
“Not whoring myself out, Nando. Just keeping them warm for you,” Andy says with a laugh and a wink as he pulls away and heads back towards the girls in question. “Hurry up and crack the champagne, would you? It’s already midnight!”
Fernando flips him off before making his way around to greet the rest of his friends. He and Andy have been friends since law school. They have formed such a friendship that has them inseparable especially at work. Simply put, they have each other’s back.
“Congratulations, Fer.”
He turns around and brightens even further when he sees David, his friend and compatriot, smiling at him with two glasses of dark liquid. David pushes one under his nose. “Before the champagne, yes? You are already about three drinks behind everyone else.”
Fernando laughs as takes the class. “Gracias, David. Salud.” And without much further pretence, the drink is downed. Rum. Fernando doesn’t even wince. He is ready for a three-day vacation from responsibility.
He follows David where the crowd of his friends have left a spot open for him and they both sit down, lapsing into Spanish easily and immediately. Andy is his best friend but David is close to becoming one too. When the other Spaniard became his accountant, their friendship was easily formed. Miami - Florida in general - is known for its Latin population; however, to have another Spaniard was comforting. Fernando had left Spain for the United States of America for law school; it was his choice. However, he hadn’t been back home since (because Spain truly is his home) and it hurts immensely but having a friend like David eases the pain, especially when they lapse into talk about football (soccer), paella, and the memories of loud and boisterous families.
As is expected of him, Fernando pops the bottle of Dom Pérignon which earns a round of applause and cheers and the bubbly drink flows easily within seconds. He sips on his first glass casually but then downs the second one before having the provocatively dressed server pour in a glass of vodka. It is already shaping into quite a night.
Many drinks later, Fernando has his back pressed against the railing that overlooks the club while a hot little minx of a woman sucks on his neck. He has the hand not holding his glass wrapped around her waist, his fingers spread wide against her lower back. His head bobs in time with the music, his eyes barely open. The air is heavy with smoke and musk and it swirls comfortably around him.
A loud shout, followed by boisterous bouts of laughter however, have Fernando’s eyes whipping fully open.
It is highly clichéd to think the man he sees from across the club is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen but his alcohol intoxicated mind doesn’t particular care about it at the moment. The man is simply drop dead gorgeous.
Fernando’s eyes narrow, trying to focus his blurry gaze. The man stands tall with his tanned skin and long dirty blond hair and Fernando finds himself pushing off the railing, essentially pulling himself away from the girl who is sucking on his flesh, which earns him loud and perturbed Hey! from her but he doesn’t care. He just pushes his way towards the man who has captivated his attention. As he approaches, Fernando’s foggy mind tries to push through the swirl of alcohol to figure out how he knows this man.
When he gets close, the man turns his attention onto Fernando, a smile curving his lips, making him that much more attractive when Fernando hadn’t thought it was possible.
“Do I know you?”
The other man laughs as he stretches out his hand. “Feliciano Lopez and maybe. You might know me but I definitely know you, Mr. Verdasco.” The use of his last name catches Fernando off guard and his facial expression amuses the man. “You are the hotshot lawyer, are you not?”
Fernando laughs. “Ah yes, I am, Feliciano.”
“Please, call me Feli.”
Grinning, Fernando steps in closer, mesmerized by the blue of Feliciano’s eyes. “So tell me, Feli, how might I know you?”
Feliciano laughs as he gestures to his entourage. “Guess, Fernando. You are a very smart man after all.”
Though his eyes are heavily clouded with alcohol, Fernando takes a look. There are more bleach blondes with the fakest breasts he has ever since (which is saying something) that he can count. And the men... The men are all beefed up and broad shouldered. It takes a moment (or several) for Fernando to clue in.
“Feli Lopez... as in adult film star?”
That earns another hearty laugh from Feliciano before he takes Fernando’s drink from his hand and sips it casually. “Always the professional even when drunk, huh?” He flashes his irresistible smile, like he does on camera on a regular basis. “Porn star sounds better though.”
Fernando shakes his head, smiling however. “Well, Feli, come sit down with me?”
“Lead the way,” Feliciano retorts, his eyes dancing in the light and Fernando wants nothing more than to throw him down right there and fuck him in front of everyone. Men, women - he doesn’t discriminate when the person in question is as hot as Feliciano.
He surprises the both of them - perhaps more himself - as he takes Feliciano’s hand while he walks them over to his area. His friends have dispersed throughout the club now, giving them as much space as they need, which isn’t much however, as Feliciano takes a seat so close he might as well be in Fernando’s lap.
“Something to drink?”
“Vodka on the rocks.”
Fernando chuckles at that but doesn’t reply, just goes ahead and pours the clear liquid for his newest acquaintance and rum for himself.
“So where are you from originally?” He asks as he hands over the drink. He pegs the porn star to be either Spanish like himself or Argentine. There’s something about his eyes and curly long hair.
Fernando has confidence, always has, and it has never been in question. Feliciano however has balls as he slides those few inches that were separating their bodies and presses his lips lightly against the shell of the lawyer’s ear.
“You know, we could do the small talk but something,” he says in Spanish, pausing to poke out his tongue ever-so-slightly against Fernando’s ear, “tells me that you really don’t want to.” He pulls away and sips his drink nonchalantly.
Seduction - Fernando mentally slaps himself for thinking porn stars like Feliciano would do this any differently. So he too relaxes back against the posh couches of the club and takes a healthy drink of his rum.
“What would I rather be doing then, hmmm?”
A look passes over Feliciano’s face like he is really thinking of prolonging the inevitable but then he closes that distance onceagain and kisses Fernando, hard and rough, and it catches Fernando’s by surprise before it’s over all too quickly.
“Finish your drink and I will show you.”
Fernando doesn’t need to be told twice. His drink is gone within seconds and just as quickly, he reaches for Feliciano’s wrist and hauls him into his lap, the porn star’s drink splashing out of his glass.
“Show me.”
Feliciano grins at the heated expression Fernando bares so willingly through his eyes. It’s a common feeling around him, to be this wanted, this desired by someone he doesn’t know personally. It isn’t just because he’s a porn star; Feliciano knows he could be a regular guy and still get his way with his bright eyes, his long blond hair, his exotic tanned skin and his amazing ass. But as he has learned at a very young age, regular is boring and overrated.
Draining the remaining vodka in his glass, he slides against Fernando’s body and doesn’t waste any time as he kisses him again, his fingers cupping the lawyer’s smooth cheek. He feels Fernando lean into him automatically and grins into the kiss. Hands curl around his sleek but muscular body, pulling him half onto Fernando’s body.
“Fuck, Feli.”
The way his name is breathed out, full of desperation and naked lust has Feliciano pushing back with fever despite having heard it all. There’s something about Fernando, about this lawyer who is known for his cutthroat tactics in the court room and success rates of winning cases that has caught Feliciano’s genuine attention. Also, Feliciano loves the fact that he has him unravelled already and they have barely started.
Not caring that they aren’t in a completely private location whatsoever, Feliciano brings his hand and cups Fernando though the thin layer of his pristine Armani pants, their mouths still desperately on each others.
“Where?” Feliciano breathes out in between kisses. His fingers have already divested themselves behind the zipper.
Head spinning, heart beating uncontrollably, it takes Fernando a moment (or several) to process what Feliciano is proposing. However, instead of answering, the lawyer gets up immediately, his fingers curled around Feliciano’s wrist and hurriedly stumbles them both over to the washroom. Upon stepping inside, Fernando’s eyes fall onto the service attendant who stares at them with wide eyes.
“Take it and leave,” Fernando demands as he pulls out a few crisp hundred dollar bills and finally they are alone. He turns around to lock the door only to find his chest up against it.
“Do you want to fuck me, Fernando?” Feliciano whispers against the shell of his ear, body flushed against his back. Shameless. It’s what he does best. It doesn’t matter that they are in a bathroom of some random club (sure the club is prestige and well known all around the world but it is still a bathroom after all). When Feliciano sets his sights on prey, he doesn’t let up until he is satisfied, all other circumstances be damned. “Or do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re into? Up against this door, right here, like this?” He presses his hips against Fernando’s back; the feel of a hard cock is undeniable.
Fernando moans as he juts his hips back. The air in his lungs is too hot and breathing is almost too difficult. A fleeting thought of maybe the alcohol (or perhaps the quantity) had been a bad idea but then it’s gone all too quickly right when Feliciano bites his neck lightly.
“What do you want?”
“F-fuck you,” Fernando barely gets out. He can feel sheen of sweat line the collar of his designer shirt.
“Sounds lovely,” Feliciano all but purrs.
From then on it is touch and go. Feliciano whips Fernando around and pins him against the door, this time their faces just inches away from each others. His hands waste no time and go straight for Fernando’s leather belt while he slams their lips together.
Sex is a game for Feliciano, always has been and he knows it better than anyone else. He bites down on Fernando’s bottom lip as soon as he has fingers inside his pants and instead of just grabbing hold of the lawyer’s cock and jerk him, Feliciano ever-so-gently rubs the pads of his fingertips against the soft skin covering Fernando’s hipbone. The moan he swallows has never tasted so delicious. It only spurs him on. He soothes his tongue over the lip he just abused before seeking more of this perfection of a mouth.
It hits Fernando then: he hasn’t had sex in months - months. Too many court cases, too much paper work, too many court rooms. Not enough time to fill the most basic need in a human being’s existence. Sure, he’s jerked off, perhaps too many times recently but it is no substitution for human contact - definitely not one like Feliciano.
So he regains a little bit of control and grabs Feliciano’s hips in return as slides his hands up into his shirt, the palms of his hands skating over smooth skin and hard abs. He pulls his mouth away, their lips only inches apart, loving the way Feliciano pants against his skin.
But it’s been too long. Now is not the time for patience or drawing it out. Fernando knows Feliciano is just as hard as he is and prolonging it would only be cruel to both of them. So he kisses him hard one last time, brutal - with teeth. And when Fernando pulls away again, he grins when he sees Feliciano’s eyes closed, his long lashes framing his cheeks, his lips red with soon-to-be bruises.
“Turn around.”
Feliciano doesn’t argue (why would he?) He complies oh-so slowly as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pristine trousers. He juts out his backside when he rests his forearms against the back of the door, a smirk on his lips.
It takes every inch of Fernando’s will to not come right then and there. He’s ready, on edge and Feliciano standing there so enticingly with his hair a little a damp from sweat and framing his face, the top buttons on his shirt undone, his eyes hungry. So he does what is expected of him and reaches into his pocket for a wallet, hastily locating a condom and ripping it open within seconds. The wallet is shoved back inside his pocket while the wrapper floats to the floor of the washroom.
He fumbles with the condom, eyes foggy with intoxication and need but soon enough he has it on, his pants down around his thighs. Fernando doesn’t think twice as he spits into his hands and coats his cock. Hands then attach to Feliciano’s hips and he hears the porn star laugh breathily. No more waiting.
It’s not as smooth as it should be, as it would be if they were somewhere comfortable and with lubricant but Fernando’s careful when he finally gets all the way inside. Feliciano hisses and arches his back before he begins to move in tandem with Fernando. It’s slow at first, hesitant and reluctant of unknown boarders but then Feliciano reaches back and pulls Fernando close, pressing their bodies together and he regrets not getting fully undressed first.
It isn’t long before Fernando wonders where Feliciano has been all his life. The way he arches his back, the way he pushes back hard onto Fernando’s cock, the way he whimpers in the back of his throat - he’s perfect. Fernando leans forwards and sucks on his neck with one hand attached to his hip, the other under his shirt and pinching his nipples.
The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, their quiet moans joining in not too long after. When Fernando’s close, he brings his hand he has curled around Feliciano’s hip to his cock and strokes him - not fast but not slowly either. An agonizing pace. But it isn’t for long because Feliciano pushes his ass hard against Fernando’s cock and he shouts, his climax hitting him full force.
He only allows himself a moment to regain his breath, his lips on the back of Feliciano’s lips before he pulls out and spins Feliciano around, dropping to his knees in front of him. Just as quick, Fernando has his lips around his dick and sucks him enthusiastically, his hands holding hips in place. He takes him in deep just a few times before Feliciano is coming down his throat, shouting loudly above him.
When Fernando pulls off his cock, he looks up at him with sincere eyes. “Marry me?”
Feliciano laughs as he pushes stray hairs out of his eyes. He reaches down and frames Fernando’s face with his hands.
“Well, you are on your knees.”
{*)
When they exit the washroom they see the service attendant Fernando paid off lingering nearby, his face red when they walk past him. Fernando shoves another hundred dollar bill in his hard all the while smirking at him.
Fernando goes for another drink when they reach their table again but Feliciano pulls him to the dance floor instead. At this point, Fernando does not care. He spins Feliciano around and hugs his waist tight to his own and their hips swing together.
Dancing turns into Fernando sucking on Feliciano’s neck and Feliciano rubbing his ass against Fernando’s dick in no time. Right when Fernando slides a hand into the front of Feliciano’s pants however, is when he feels someone pulling him away from him.
“Feli, let’s go. Early shoot tomorrow and we can’t afford to have you look like you’ve been partying and fucking all night.”
It’s some guy from porn star’s entourage and Fernando makes a move to pay him off as well but then Feliciano shakes his head before speaking up.
“Yeah, give me a minute. I’ll meet you guys outside.”
Once the guy leaves, Feliciano turns to face Fernando, a smile on his lips. “Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Fernando.”
“Likewise,” Fernando says as he leans in for a kiss. Feliciano sneaks out his tongue and licks every inch of his mouth before pulling away.
When he leaves, Fernando heads back to his table and pours himself a glass of vodka - on the rocks - the taste that lingers in his mouth. Not a bad start to a three day weekend.
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in a bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
That’s one hell of a life
LIV nightclub in miami if you are interested
pairing: fernando verdasco/feliciano lopez (cameos by andy roddick and david ferrer)
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
au. fernando's the lawyer. feli's the porn star.
a/n:i promised myself that after i got back from spain i would finish the wips i had, especially this one and my mesut/sami that doesn't want to be completed for some reason. this one has been a work in progress for month now. maybe six months? i wouldn't be surprised if it was longer. it all started off with kanye west's hell of a life.
The air is thick with heat, that all consuming, skin tingling sensation, and after living in Miami for eight years one would think Fernando would have been used to it by now. He loves it, of course he does (it reminds him of Spain and his childhood); however, he isn’t going to deny he is most comfortable somewhere air conditioned (like his luxurious office or Mercedes Benz). If he were to be in the heat then he most enjoys it on the beach, not exiting his car to enter a nightclub at nearly midnight. Midnight. It should not be this hot.
But nothing is going to stop him from celebrating tonight which includes dancing until his heart is content, drinking until he cannot see and fucking until his dick falls off. Fernando loves being a lawyer, the hottest, most successful in all of Florida but the career choice has proven to be soul-consuming - forget time consuming. It has paid off in so many ways however. Fernando is the youngest and most thriving lawyer in the state’s history. This however comes at the expense of not having regular hours and holidays though Fernando knows he wouldn’t trade in for anything in the world.
After closing out another case - perhaps the most difficult of his career thus far - Fernando had decided (as did his boss) that a night of celebration is in order, followed by having the weekend off - the first in almost two years. So, tonight is expected to be nothing but downright messy.
LIV Nightclub at the Fountainebleu Hotel in Miami is the hottest of its calibre in the entire state of Florida. Well, it could be argued that it is one of the finest around the world. The nightclub is two floors and covers the expanse of the hotel. Simply put, it is enormous. Yet, every night it is filled to maximum capacity, not to mention with a ridiculously long line up outside the club that doesn’t dissipate even at four in the morning, when the club is close to closing.
Fernando might not be able to go out much but at the Fountainebleu he doesn’t have to ask for a table; he always has one ready. It is on the top floor, where the average price of a night is no less than five figures, looking over the entire club. What’s more is Fernando never needs to tell the staff what he is drinking; bottles of champagne, vodka and scotch always await his arrival. Whenever he is at LIV, he is at home.
The rush of bass fills his body upon immediately stepping inside. It’s nothing but second nature to him to greet the staff with a flirtatious nature. He flashes his winning smile to everyone he passes as the hostess leads the way. The lights - a deep blue and bright yellow - the flashy escalators have him excited for what the night is to bring.
When he reaches his table, he sees his friends and peers already sitting around, chatting, and enjoying themselves. His best friend and colleague, Andy, shouts as he proceeds to get up from his seat where he had his arms around two very gorgeous blonde women.
“Fernando! I was wondering when your ass would show up!”
Fernando laughs as he walks towards him and envelopes him in a tight hug. “Was that before or after you began whoring yourself out already?”
“Not whoring myself out, Nando. Just keeping them warm for you,” Andy says with a laugh and a wink as he pulls away and heads back towards the girls in question. “Hurry up and crack the champagne, would you? It’s already midnight!”
Fernando flips him off before making his way around to greet the rest of his friends. He and Andy have been friends since law school. They have formed such a friendship that has them inseparable especially at work. Simply put, they have each other’s back.
“Congratulations, Fer.”
He turns around and brightens even further when he sees David, his friend and compatriot, smiling at him with two glasses of dark liquid. David pushes one under his nose. “Before the champagne, yes? You are already about three drinks behind everyone else.”
Fernando laughs as takes the class. “Gracias, David. Salud.” And without much further pretence, the drink is downed. Rum. Fernando doesn’t even wince. He is ready for a three-day vacation from responsibility.
He follows David where the crowd of his friends have left a spot open for him and they both sit down, lapsing into Spanish easily and immediately. Andy is his best friend but David is close to becoming one too. When the other Spaniard became his accountant, their friendship was easily formed. Miami - Florida in general - is known for its Latin population; however, to have another Spaniard was comforting. Fernando had left Spain for the United States of America for law school; it was his choice. However, he hadn’t been back home since (because Spain truly is his home) and it hurts immensely but having a friend like David eases the pain, especially when they lapse into talk about football (soccer), paella, and the memories of loud and boisterous families.
As is expected of him, Fernando pops the bottle of Dom Pérignon which earns a round of applause and cheers and the bubbly drink flows easily within seconds. He sips on his first glass casually but then downs the second one before having the provocatively dressed server pour in a glass of vodka. It is already shaping into quite a night.
Many drinks later, Fernando has his back pressed against the railing that overlooks the club while a hot little minx of a woman sucks on his neck. He has the hand not holding his glass wrapped around her waist, his fingers spread wide against her lower back. His head bobs in time with the music, his eyes barely open. The air is heavy with smoke and musk and it swirls comfortably around him.
A loud shout, followed by boisterous bouts of laughter however, have Fernando’s eyes whipping fully open.
It is highly clichéd to think the man he sees from across the club is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen but his alcohol intoxicated mind doesn’t particular care about it at the moment. The man is simply drop dead gorgeous.
Fernando’s eyes narrow, trying to focus his blurry gaze. The man stands tall with his tanned skin and long dirty blond hair and Fernando finds himself pushing off the railing, essentially pulling himself away from the girl who is sucking on his flesh, which earns him loud and perturbed Hey! from her but he doesn’t care. He just pushes his way towards the man who has captivated his attention. As he approaches, Fernando’s foggy mind tries to push through the swirl of alcohol to figure out how he knows this man.
When he gets close, the man turns his attention onto Fernando, a smile curving his lips, making him that much more attractive when Fernando hadn’t thought it was possible.
“Do I know you?”
The other man laughs as he stretches out his hand. “Feliciano Lopez and maybe. You might know me but I definitely know you, Mr. Verdasco.” The use of his last name catches Fernando off guard and his facial expression amuses the man. “You are the hotshot lawyer, are you not?”
Fernando laughs. “Ah yes, I am, Feliciano.”
“Please, call me Feli.”
Grinning, Fernando steps in closer, mesmerized by the blue of Feliciano’s eyes. “So tell me, Feli, how might I know you?”
Feliciano laughs as he gestures to his entourage. “Guess, Fernando. You are a very smart man after all.”
Though his eyes are heavily clouded with alcohol, Fernando takes a look. There are more bleach blondes with the fakest breasts he has ever since (which is saying something) that he can count. And the men... The men are all beefed up and broad shouldered. It takes a moment (or several) for Fernando to clue in.
“Feli Lopez... as in adult film star?”
That earns another hearty laugh from Feliciano before he takes Fernando’s drink from his hand and sips it casually. “Always the professional even when drunk, huh?” He flashes his irresistible smile, like he does on camera on a regular basis. “Porn star sounds better though.”
Fernando shakes his head, smiling however. “Well, Feli, come sit down with me?”
“Lead the way,” Feliciano retorts, his eyes dancing in the light and Fernando wants nothing more than to throw him down right there and fuck him in front of everyone. Men, women - he doesn’t discriminate when the person in question is as hot as Feliciano.
He surprises the both of them - perhaps more himself - as he takes Feliciano’s hand while he walks them over to his area. His friends have dispersed throughout the club now, giving them as much space as they need, which isn’t much however, as Feliciano takes a seat so close he might as well be in Fernando’s lap.
“Something to drink?”
“Vodka on the rocks.”
Fernando chuckles at that but doesn’t reply, just goes ahead and pours the clear liquid for his newest acquaintance and rum for himself.
“So where are you from originally?” He asks as he hands over the drink. He pegs the porn star to be either Spanish like himself or Argentine. There’s something about his eyes and curly long hair.
Fernando has confidence, always has, and it has never been in question. Feliciano however has balls as he slides those few inches that were separating their bodies and presses his lips lightly against the shell of the lawyer’s ear.
“You know, we could do the small talk but something,” he says in Spanish, pausing to poke out his tongue ever-so-slightly against Fernando’s ear, “tells me that you really don’t want to.” He pulls away and sips his drink nonchalantly.
Seduction - Fernando mentally slaps himself for thinking porn stars like Feliciano would do this any differently. So he too relaxes back against the posh couches of the club and takes a healthy drink of his rum.
“What would I rather be doing then, hmmm?”
A look passes over Feliciano’s face like he is really thinking of prolonging the inevitable but then he closes that distance onceagain and kisses Fernando, hard and rough, and it catches Fernando’s by surprise before it’s over all too quickly.
“Finish your drink and I will show you.”
Fernando doesn’t need to be told twice. His drink is gone within seconds and just as quickly, he reaches for Feliciano’s wrist and hauls him into his lap, the porn star’s drink splashing out of his glass.
“Show me.”
Feliciano grins at the heated expression Fernando bares so willingly through his eyes. It’s a common feeling around him, to be this wanted, this desired by someone he doesn’t know personally. It isn’t just because he’s a porn star; Feliciano knows he could be a regular guy and still get his way with his bright eyes, his long blond hair, his exotic tanned skin and his amazing ass. But as he has learned at a very young age, regular is boring and overrated.
Draining the remaining vodka in his glass, he slides against Fernando’s body and doesn’t waste any time as he kisses him again, his fingers cupping the lawyer’s smooth cheek. He feels Fernando lean into him automatically and grins into the kiss. Hands curl around his sleek but muscular body, pulling him half onto Fernando’s body.
“Fuck, Feli.”
The way his name is breathed out, full of desperation and naked lust has Feliciano pushing back with fever despite having heard it all. There’s something about Fernando, about this lawyer who is known for his cutthroat tactics in the court room and success rates of winning cases that has caught Feliciano’s genuine attention. Also, Feliciano loves the fact that he has him unravelled already and they have barely started.
Not caring that they aren’t in a completely private location whatsoever, Feliciano brings his hand and cups Fernando though the thin layer of his pristine Armani pants, their mouths still desperately on each others.
“Where?” Feliciano breathes out in between kisses. His fingers have already divested themselves behind the zipper.
Head spinning, heart beating uncontrollably, it takes Fernando a moment (or several) to process what Feliciano is proposing. However, instead of answering, the lawyer gets up immediately, his fingers curled around Feliciano’s wrist and hurriedly stumbles them both over to the washroom. Upon stepping inside, Fernando’s eyes fall onto the service attendant who stares at them with wide eyes.
“Take it and leave,” Fernando demands as he pulls out a few crisp hundred dollar bills and finally they are alone. He turns around to lock the door only to find his chest up against it.
“Do you want to fuck me, Fernando?” Feliciano whispers against the shell of his ear, body flushed against his back. Shameless. It’s what he does best. It doesn’t matter that they are in a bathroom of some random club (sure the club is prestige and well known all around the world but it is still a bathroom after all). When Feliciano sets his sights on prey, he doesn’t let up until he is satisfied, all other circumstances be damned. “Or do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re into? Up against this door, right here, like this?” He presses his hips against Fernando’s back; the feel of a hard cock is undeniable.
Fernando moans as he juts his hips back. The air in his lungs is too hot and breathing is almost too difficult. A fleeting thought of maybe the alcohol (or perhaps the quantity) had been a bad idea but then it’s gone all too quickly right when Feliciano bites his neck lightly.
“What do you want?”
“F-fuck you,” Fernando barely gets out. He can feel sheen of sweat line the collar of his designer shirt.
“Sounds lovely,” Feliciano all but purrs.
From then on it is touch and go. Feliciano whips Fernando around and pins him against the door, this time their faces just inches away from each others. His hands waste no time and go straight for Fernando’s leather belt while he slams their lips together.
Sex is a game for Feliciano, always has been and he knows it better than anyone else. He bites down on Fernando’s bottom lip as soon as he has fingers inside his pants and instead of just grabbing hold of the lawyer’s cock and jerk him, Feliciano ever-so-gently rubs the pads of his fingertips against the soft skin covering Fernando’s hipbone. The moan he swallows has never tasted so delicious. It only spurs him on. He soothes his tongue over the lip he just abused before seeking more of this perfection of a mouth.
It hits Fernando then: he hasn’t had sex in months - months. Too many court cases, too much paper work, too many court rooms. Not enough time to fill the most basic need in a human being’s existence. Sure, he’s jerked off, perhaps too many times recently but it is no substitution for human contact - definitely not one like Feliciano.
So he regains a little bit of control and grabs Feliciano’s hips in return as slides his hands up into his shirt, the palms of his hands skating over smooth skin and hard abs. He pulls his mouth away, their lips only inches apart, loving the way Feliciano pants against his skin.
But it’s been too long. Now is not the time for patience or drawing it out. Fernando knows Feliciano is just as hard as he is and prolonging it would only be cruel to both of them. So he kisses him hard one last time, brutal - with teeth. And when Fernando pulls away again, he grins when he sees Feliciano’s eyes closed, his long lashes framing his cheeks, his lips red with soon-to-be bruises.
“Turn around.”
Feliciano doesn’t argue (why would he?) He complies oh-so slowly as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pristine trousers. He juts out his backside when he rests his forearms against the back of the door, a smirk on his lips.
It takes every inch of Fernando’s will to not come right then and there. He’s ready, on edge and Feliciano standing there so enticingly with his hair a little a damp from sweat and framing his face, the top buttons on his shirt undone, his eyes hungry. So he does what is expected of him and reaches into his pocket for a wallet, hastily locating a condom and ripping it open within seconds. The wallet is shoved back inside his pocket while the wrapper floats to the floor of the washroom.
He fumbles with the condom, eyes foggy with intoxication and need but soon enough he has it on, his pants down around his thighs. Fernando doesn’t think twice as he spits into his hands and coats his cock. Hands then attach to Feliciano’s hips and he hears the porn star laugh breathily. No more waiting.
It’s not as smooth as it should be, as it would be if they were somewhere comfortable and with lubricant but Fernando’s careful when he finally gets all the way inside. Feliciano hisses and arches his back before he begins to move in tandem with Fernando. It’s slow at first, hesitant and reluctant of unknown boarders but then Feliciano reaches back and pulls Fernando close, pressing their bodies together and he regrets not getting fully undressed first.
It isn’t long before Fernando wonders where Feliciano has been all his life. The way he arches his back, the way he pushes back hard onto Fernando’s cock, the way he whimpers in the back of his throat - he’s perfect. Fernando leans forwards and sucks on his neck with one hand attached to his hip, the other under his shirt and pinching his nipples.
The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, their quiet moans joining in not too long after. When Fernando’s close, he brings his hand he has curled around Feliciano’s hip to his cock and strokes him - not fast but not slowly either. An agonizing pace. But it isn’t for long because Feliciano pushes his ass hard against Fernando’s cock and he shouts, his climax hitting him full force.
He only allows himself a moment to regain his breath, his lips on the back of Feliciano’s lips before he pulls out and spins Feliciano around, dropping to his knees in front of him. Just as quick, Fernando has his lips around his dick and sucks him enthusiastically, his hands holding hips in place. He takes him in deep just a few times before Feliciano is coming down his throat, shouting loudly above him.
When Fernando pulls off his cock, he looks up at him with sincere eyes. “Marry me?”
Feliciano laughs as he pushes stray hairs out of his eyes. He reaches down and frames Fernando’s face with his hands.
“Well, you are on your knees.”
{*)
When they exit the washroom they see the service attendant Fernando paid off lingering nearby, his face red when they walk past him. Fernando shoves another hundred dollar bill in his hard all the while smirking at him.
Fernando goes for another drink when they reach their table again but Feliciano pulls him to the dance floor instead. At this point, Fernando does not care. He spins Feliciano around and hugs his waist tight to his own and their hips swing together.
Dancing turns into Fernando sucking on Feliciano’s neck and Feliciano rubbing his ass against Fernando’s dick in no time. Right when Fernando slides a hand into the front of Feliciano’s pants however, is when he feels someone pulling him away from him.
“Feli, let’s go. Early shoot tomorrow and we can’t afford to have you look like you’ve been partying and fucking all night.”
It’s some guy from porn star’s entourage and Fernando makes a move to pay him off as well but then Feliciano shakes his head before speaking up.
“Yeah, give me a minute. I’ll meet you guys outside.”
Once the guy leaves, Feliciano turns to face Fernando, a smile on his lips. “Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Fernando.”
“Likewise,” Fernando says as he leans in for a kiss. Feliciano sneaks out his tongue and licks every inch of his mouth before pulling away.
When he leaves, Fernando heads back to his table and pours himself a glass of vodka - on the rocks - the taste that lingers in his mouth. Not a bad start to a three day weekend.
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in a bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
That’s one hell of a life
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