fic: take what i took and give it back to you
title: take what i took and give it back to you
pairing: juan carlos ferrero/david ferrer
rating: r/nc-17
diclaimer: fiction
written for miss_black91 for tennisslash's holiday gift exchange.
i still don't feel confident writing either of these two (david more than juanqui) but i hope you like it, love. and if not, you know you'll get more anyway :p ♥
It’s ridiculous. Juan Carlos can basically smell the excitement dripping off him.
“Ferru, I believe you are more eager than I am about all this.”
From across the table, David looks up from his phone, trying to minimize his smile though he’s doing poorly at it.
“I know it’s not an entirely joyous occasion but we all want you to have the last best tournament you ever could have, Juanqui.”
He laughs as he shakes his head. Of course David would do something like that for him. For Juan Carlos however he wanted this to be a quiet bow out from the game. He’s never craved or even liked the spotlight so if it were up to him he would leave the tennis world with a gracious bow to a cheering crowd. But when he made the choice to make Valencia his last tournament, he knew he wouldn’t get that.
“You are too much, you know that?”
David shrugs though he is fighting off a smile. “Not at all. If it were up to me, you’d never retire.”
“At least we’re playing doubles together again,” Juan Carlos says with a little more excitement in his voice.
Not holding back any longer, David smiles brightly at him as he leans in a little. “It will be fun. We should have played doubles more often.”
“And have taken away the titles you have won?” Juan Carlos asks with a frown. “No way. You are meant to be amazing.”
“But I haven’t won a slam like some of us, now have I?”
Juan Carlos waves him away with a hand. “You’ll win one, Ferru, or more. 2013. Mark my words.”
David just laughs. “You know how I feel about that,” he’s fighting off a blush which Juan Carlos loves beyond words. David really has no idea just how talented he really is. “If I win a slam then it’s meant to be. If not, I will keep fighting and win what I do.”
He knows it is worthless arguing with someone who will never listen - well not about this anyway. So Juan Carlos reaches across the table instead and wraps his fingers around David’s wrist lightly. Words between them are unnecessary anyway.
*
With stinging eyes, Juan Carlos walks over and hugs Nico who holds on tight and thanks him for everything he’s done for him and for Spanish tennis. He thinks it’s a bit much but appreciates it nonetheless before he turns to the crowd and acknowledges their cheers for him. It’s insane, Juan Carlos thinks, to have all this for him, for someone who just plays (played, he’ll need to get used to that) tennis for a living. He soaks it all in as he bows to each one of the four sides of the court.
He gets through the obligatory interviews both on and off court before he is finally left alone in the locker room where he slumps against bench and lets the emotions of everything leading up to this point sink in.
This is it.
It’s all over.
Juan Carlos shakes his head before letting his shoulders drop forward so he’s resting his forehead in his palms. It’s been a long career - thirteen years professionally and he wouldn’t do anything differently. He knows it might have played out another way if it weren’t for injuries but overall, he’s happy. But what happens now? What does he do now that it’s all said and done?
“Juanqui?”
He looks up to see David’s nervous face, his hair tucked behind his ears so Juan Carlos can see every single line on his forehead as he frowns.
“Hey,” he replies quietly with a smile. He doesn’t ask him to sit down because he knows David will anyway. Their thighs press lightly and the familiar warm relaxes him a little.
“Are you okay?”
The question makes him laugh - not that it’s ridiculous (overall he is more than okay, just overwhelmed with all the support and love he has received today) but because the tone David uses coupled with the utter look of concern on his face is unnecessary yet very cute that Juan Carlos cannot help but reach for his wrist and pull him in close for a kiss.
“I’m fine,” Juan Carlos whispers against his lips but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t let up either so David’s trapped against him and they remain where they are - together, lips pressed, fingers clinging at skin.
“You know what I mean, Juanqui.”
Juan Carlos reluctantly pulls away from him but slides a hand up to his face to cup his cheek, looking into his eyes.
“For years now, whenever I tell you I am fine you never believe me. Why is that?”
David shrugs but he smiles slightly. “Because I know you. Sometimes even better than yourself.”
The sentiment rings too true that Juan Carlos doesn’t even try to argue. Instead he leans in for another quick kiss before whispering, “Let’s go home.”
*
He should have known David and Nico would do something like this. He should have anticipated it. And now here he is, standing in front of too many people - fans and peers alike - trying his best to fight back tears. The cheers, the kind words, the appreciation... It’s overwhelming, very much so.
“You’re a bastard,” he whispers against David’s neck as they hug on court with many pairs of eyes on them.
David laughs, puffs of warm breath on his skin makes Juan Carlos shiver lightly. “Just enjoy this okay?”
And he does because how can he not? All of this is for him simply because he’s hanging up his tennis shoes.
“Hey, hey, guys, wait until after tonight okay?” Nico’s voice floods them as he wraps his arms around both of them.
“Tonight?” Juan Carlos asks with an arched eyebrow as they break apart.
David laughs. “Did you really think the guys would pass up an opportunity to party?”
“Feli’s idea?”
“Of course.”
Juan Carlos lets out a put on sigh before he grins. He’s not completely done as a player just yet (he still has doubles with David) but he won’t turn down party either.
*
It’s hot. Moist. Humid. And when a hand slips into his shirt against his back Juan Carlos’ initial thought is to pull away but it’s a familiar hand. Very familiar.
“Ferru...”
Laughter fills his ear, breath hot against the shell.
“Are you having fun? Please tell me you’re having fun.”
Juan Carlos fights off the urge to turn around and kiss David right here right now in this nightclub with too many people. However, he does turn around and smile at him.
“Of course. Thank you again, Ferru, for putting everything together.”
David waves a hand at him. “It’s not over just yet. We have doubles still.”
“And we’ll win because we have you.”
He doesn’t know why he says it. It’s a joke yet it doesn’t sound like it to his ears. And if the look David is giving him is any indication, Juan Carlos knows he heard it the same.
“Juanqui...”
“Are you to going to talking all night?” Feli yells at them as he comes up from behind and slings an arm around them. “Let’s dance!”
The subject gets promptly dropped and Juan Carlos thanks the stars above for that. He wants to enjoy this, these last few days when everyone who’s important in his life are together having fun. And he’s here with David now and that’s all that really matters. He doesn’t even want to begin to think how difficult it will be not to be on tour with him next year.
Instead, he allows himself to get dragged on the dance floor by Feli and strategically places himself behind David so when they touch no one can see it but he knows David feels it if his shivers are any indication.
*
“Maybe you can stay on circuit and play doubles?”
Juan Carlos looks up from where he is tying his shoes, freshly showered after their doubles win.
“Are you serious?”
David shrugs. “You could if you wanted, you know.”
There’s something David’s not saying and he picks up on it immediately. But they have known each other for years now. If he doesn’t want to say it (whatever it may be) then Juan Carlos won’t push him.
“Nico asked me to help him on tour next year.”
“Yeah?”
Juan Carlos nods. “I was thinking about taking him up on his offer but I wasn’t going to make a decision until later. Maybe after the Davis Cup final.”
The look in David’s eyes is sincere, open and kind. “I think you should, Juanqui. It would be good for him and you.”
There’s something still remaining unsaid but Juan Carlos just smiles.
*
With one final bow and clap to the crowd, Juan Carlos heads into the locker room one final time with David by his side. He can still here the dull roar of the crowd when the door closes behind him and it makes his heart swell. It’s finally come to an end.
They don’t say much to each other as they shower and clean up but Juan Carlos can see David looking at him through the corner of his eye. They get dressed and when Juan Carlos is buttoning the sleeves of his shirt, David knocks his hands out of the way and does it for him.
Wet strands of hair fall into his eyes as he concentrates on the buttons of his shirt and Juan Carlos doesn’t want to fight the urge to push them out of the way. So he doesn’t. David turns his face into the touch, his eyes sliding up to Juan Carlos, smiling openly.
David drives them home, silence still comfortable between them. He must have messaged Javier beforehand because there is food on the kitchen counter when they get in and it’s still warm. David banishes Juan Carlos to the living room while he gets their dinner for them. He passes him a glass of wine which Juan Carlos takes gratefully while David has juice but they still do a toast which David dedicates to him with a smile and kiss.
Later on when the food has been consumed, the wine gone, David takes Juan Carlos upstairs to their bedroom and undresses him slowly. They don’t talk about next year and what may or may not happen. They don’t discuss the possibility of not seeing each other until months down the road. Or even the possibility of Juan Carlos sticking close by if he takes up Nico on his offer.
Because right now, they aren’t worried about the future. Right now, it is them in the present focusing on making each other sigh, moan and smile the way they love the most.
If David notices how tender Juan Carlos is, their hips connecting softer than usual, if he feels the fingers that never leave his skin, if he realizes Juan Carlos’ eyes haven’t moved off his since he laid him on his back and covered his body with his - he doesn’t say a word. Not a single word and David’s okay with that.
A hand slides into David’s hair and he tips his head back ever so slightly, his lips mouthing a low oh as he feels Juan Carlos coming inside him, his own orgasm flooding through him. They don’t know how much time passes but they remain like that, pressed close together for the remainder of the night.
*
One second he is clapping along with the crowd, happy and proud, the next second he has his arms full with David who hugs him so tight that Juan Carlos forgets where he is. One hand curls around his back while the other slides into his hair, lips dangerously close to his ear, sounds of erratic breathes.
“Congratulations, Ferru.”
A puff of soft laughter hits ear and Juan Carlos can feel his lips break out into a grin.
“I did it for you, you know.”
This time it’s Juan Carlos’ fingers that tighten.
“I do know.”
Though he doesn’t want to, Juan Carlos has enough sense to pull away though he’s still smiling brightly.
“Maybe you should go to Javi and your family. They wouldn’t be so happy if I hogged you to myself.”
David doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls in him for another hug where his lips brush ever so lightly against Juan Carlos’ neck.
As he stands on the court after presenting David with the Valencia Open trophy, Juan Carlos cannot but help but slide his eyes over to him despite having his head down. There’s something about David that’s magnetic, a strong pull that Juan Carlos hopes never weakens.
pairing: juan carlos ferrero/david ferrer
rating: r/nc-17
diclaimer: fiction
written for miss_black91 for tennisslash's holiday gift exchange.
i still don't feel confident writing either of these two (david more than juanqui) but i hope you like it, love. and if not, you know you'll get more anyway :p ♥
It’s ridiculous. Juan Carlos can basically smell the excitement dripping off him.
“Ferru, I believe you are more eager than I am about all this.”
From across the table, David looks up from his phone, trying to minimize his smile though he’s doing poorly at it.
“I know it’s not an entirely joyous occasion but we all want you to have the last best tournament you ever could have, Juanqui.”
He laughs as he shakes his head. Of course David would do something like that for him. For Juan Carlos however he wanted this to be a quiet bow out from the game. He’s never craved or even liked the spotlight so if it were up to him he would leave the tennis world with a gracious bow to a cheering crowd. But when he made the choice to make Valencia his last tournament, he knew he wouldn’t get that.
“You are too much, you know that?”
David shrugs though he is fighting off a smile. “Not at all. If it were up to me, you’d never retire.”
“At least we’re playing doubles together again,” Juan Carlos says with a little more excitement in his voice.
Not holding back any longer, David smiles brightly at him as he leans in a little. “It will be fun. We should have played doubles more often.”
“And have taken away the titles you have won?” Juan Carlos asks with a frown. “No way. You are meant to be amazing.”
“But I haven’t won a slam like some of us, now have I?”
Juan Carlos waves him away with a hand. “You’ll win one, Ferru, or more. 2013. Mark my words.”
David just laughs. “You know how I feel about that,” he’s fighting off a blush which Juan Carlos loves beyond words. David really has no idea just how talented he really is. “If I win a slam then it’s meant to be. If not, I will keep fighting and win what I do.”
He knows it is worthless arguing with someone who will never listen - well not about this anyway. So Juan Carlos reaches across the table instead and wraps his fingers around David’s wrist lightly. Words between them are unnecessary anyway.
*
With stinging eyes, Juan Carlos walks over and hugs Nico who holds on tight and thanks him for everything he’s done for him and for Spanish tennis. He thinks it’s a bit much but appreciates it nonetheless before he turns to the crowd and acknowledges their cheers for him. It’s insane, Juan Carlos thinks, to have all this for him, for someone who just plays (played, he’ll need to get used to that) tennis for a living. He soaks it all in as he bows to each one of the four sides of the court.
He gets through the obligatory interviews both on and off court before he is finally left alone in the locker room where he slumps against bench and lets the emotions of everything leading up to this point sink in.
This is it.
It’s all over.
Juan Carlos shakes his head before letting his shoulders drop forward so he’s resting his forehead in his palms. It’s been a long career - thirteen years professionally and he wouldn’t do anything differently. He knows it might have played out another way if it weren’t for injuries but overall, he’s happy. But what happens now? What does he do now that it’s all said and done?
“Juanqui?”
He looks up to see David’s nervous face, his hair tucked behind his ears so Juan Carlos can see every single line on his forehead as he frowns.
“Hey,” he replies quietly with a smile. He doesn’t ask him to sit down because he knows David will anyway. Their thighs press lightly and the familiar warm relaxes him a little.
“Are you okay?”
The question makes him laugh - not that it’s ridiculous (overall he is more than okay, just overwhelmed with all the support and love he has received today) but because the tone David uses coupled with the utter look of concern on his face is unnecessary yet very cute that Juan Carlos cannot help but reach for his wrist and pull him in close for a kiss.
“I’m fine,” Juan Carlos whispers against his lips but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t let up either so David’s trapped against him and they remain where they are - together, lips pressed, fingers clinging at skin.
“You know what I mean, Juanqui.”
Juan Carlos reluctantly pulls away from him but slides a hand up to his face to cup his cheek, looking into his eyes.
“For years now, whenever I tell you I am fine you never believe me. Why is that?”
David shrugs but he smiles slightly. “Because I know you. Sometimes even better than yourself.”
The sentiment rings too true that Juan Carlos doesn’t even try to argue. Instead he leans in for another quick kiss before whispering, “Let’s go home.”
*
He should have known David and Nico would do something like this. He should have anticipated it. And now here he is, standing in front of too many people - fans and peers alike - trying his best to fight back tears. The cheers, the kind words, the appreciation... It’s overwhelming, very much so.
“You’re a bastard,” he whispers against David’s neck as they hug on court with many pairs of eyes on them.
David laughs, puffs of warm breath on his skin makes Juan Carlos shiver lightly. “Just enjoy this okay?”
And he does because how can he not? All of this is for him simply because he’s hanging up his tennis shoes.
“Hey, hey, guys, wait until after tonight okay?” Nico’s voice floods them as he wraps his arms around both of them.
“Tonight?” Juan Carlos asks with an arched eyebrow as they break apart.
David laughs. “Did you really think the guys would pass up an opportunity to party?”
“Feli’s idea?”
“Of course.”
Juan Carlos lets out a put on sigh before he grins. He’s not completely done as a player just yet (he still has doubles with David) but he won’t turn down party either.
*
It’s hot. Moist. Humid. And when a hand slips into his shirt against his back Juan Carlos’ initial thought is to pull away but it’s a familiar hand. Very familiar.
“Ferru...”
Laughter fills his ear, breath hot against the shell.
“Are you having fun? Please tell me you’re having fun.”
Juan Carlos fights off the urge to turn around and kiss David right here right now in this nightclub with too many people. However, he does turn around and smile at him.
“Of course. Thank you again, Ferru, for putting everything together.”
David waves a hand at him. “It’s not over just yet. We have doubles still.”
“And we’ll win because we have you.”
He doesn’t know why he says it. It’s a joke yet it doesn’t sound like it to his ears. And if the look David is giving him is any indication, Juan Carlos knows he heard it the same.
“Juanqui...”
“Are you to going to talking all night?” Feli yells at them as he comes up from behind and slings an arm around them. “Let’s dance!”
The subject gets promptly dropped and Juan Carlos thanks the stars above for that. He wants to enjoy this, these last few days when everyone who’s important in his life are together having fun. And he’s here with David now and that’s all that really matters. He doesn’t even want to begin to think how difficult it will be not to be on tour with him next year.
Instead, he allows himself to get dragged on the dance floor by Feli and strategically places himself behind David so when they touch no one can see it but he knows David feels it if his shivers are any indication.
*
“Maybe you can stay on circuit and play doubles?”
Juan Carlos looks up from where he is tying his shoes, freshly showered after their doubles win.
“Are you serious?”
David shrugs. “You could if you wanted, you know.”
There’s something David’s not saying and he picks up on it immediately. But they have known each other for years now. If he doesn’t want to say it (whatever it may be) then Juan Carlos won’t push him.
“Nico asked me to help him on tour next year.”
“Yeah?”
Juan Carlos nods. “I was thinking about taking him up on his offer but I wasn’t going to make a decision until later. Maybe after the Davis Cup final.”
The look in David’s eyes is sincere, open and kind. “I think you should, Juanqui. It would be good for him and you.”
There’s something still remaining unsaid but Juan Carlos just smiles.
*
With one final bow and clap to the crowd, Juan Carlos heads into the locker room one final time with David by his side. He can still here the dull roar of the crowd when the door closes behind him and it makes his heart swell. It’s finally come to an end.
They don’t say much to each other as they shower and clean up but Juan Carlos can see David looking at him through the corner of his eye. They get dressed and when Juan Carlos is buttoning the sleeves of his shirt, David knocks his hands out of the way and does it for him.
Wet strands of hair fall into his eyes as he concentrates on the buttons of his shirt and Juan Carlos doesn’t want to fight the urge to push them out of the way. So he doesn’t. David turns his face into the touch, his eyes sliding up to Juan Carlos, smiling openly.
David drives them home, silence still comfortable between them. He must have messaged Javier beforehand because there is food on the kitchen counter when they get in and it’s still warm. David banishes Juan Carlos to the living room while he gets their dinner for them. He passes him a glass of wine which Juan Carlos takes gratefully while David has juice but they still do a toast which David dedicates to him with a smile and kiss.
Later on when the food has been consumed, the wine gone, David takes Juan Carlos upstairs to their bedroom and undresses him slowly. They don’t talk about next year and what may or may not happen. They don’t discuss the possibility of not seeing each other until months down the road. Or even the possibility of Juan Carlos sticking close by if he takes up Nico on his offer.
Because right now, they aren’t worried about the future. Right now, it is them in the present focusing on making each other sigh, moan and smile the way they love the most.
If David notices how tender Juan Carlos is, their hips connecting softer than usual, if he feels the fingers that never leave his skin, if he realizes Juan Carlos’ eyes haven’t moved off his since he laid him on his back and covered his body with his - he doesn’t say a word. Not a single word and David’s okay with that.
A hand slides into David’s hair and he tips his head back ever so slightly, his lips mouthing a low oh as he feels Juan Carlos coming inside him, his own orgasm flooding through him. They don’t know how much time passes but they remain like that, pressed close together for the remainder of the night.
*
One second he is clapping along with the crowd, happy and proud, the next second he has his arms full with David who hugs him so tight that Juan Carlos forgets where he is. One hand curls around his back while the other slides into his hair, lips dangerously close to his ear, sounds of erratic breathes.
“Congratulations, Ferru.”
A puff of soft laughter hits ear and Juan Carlos can feel his lips break out into a grin.
“I did it for you, you know.”
This time it’s Juan Carlos’ fingers that tighten.
“I do know.”
Though he doesn’t want to, Juan Carlos has enough sense to pull away though he’s still smiling brightly.
“Maybe you should go to Javi and your family. They wouldn’t be so happy if I hogged you to myself.”
David doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls in him for another hug where his lips brush ever so lightly against Juan Carlos’ neck.
As he stands on the court after presenting David with the Valencia Open trophy, Juan Carlos cannot but help but slide his eyes over to him despite having his head down. There’s something about David that’s magnetic, a strong pull that Juan Carlos hopes never weakens.