Fic: I'm A Radio
Title: I'm A Radio
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer
Rating: R (soft)
Disclaimer: Not true
Author's Note: Justin Timberlake's Sexyback is used. Just a little fun :)
“Mr. Roddick?”
Fingers still texting away, Andy looks up and smirks at the young boy. “I’m not that old, kid. It’s Andy and what can I do for ya?”
The boy blushes as he pushes a piece of paper towards Andy. “Um, I was told to give this to you.” Raising a brow, Andy takes it, observing the few neatly written words.
Republik. Tonight.
Meet me in the back. VIP.
Drinks on me.
RF
He looks back up to question the kid when he sees that the boy has already disappeared. Andy already knows who it’s from though and smiles as he forms potential outfit idea.
{*}
Brushing off invisible lint, Andy strolls into the club with confidence, dressed in a tight fitting white dress shirt that hasn’t been buttoned up all the way and black fitting pants that hugs lean taut muscle. He’s been at this club, Republik, a few times before, mostly just hanging out at the bar though so he doesn’t know where to go exactly. Seeing a set of stairs, Andy decides that’s where the VIP has to be and makes his way to them. However, a smiling skinny man stops him.
“Andy Roddick, yes?”
Andy just nods, a slight smile on his lips.
“Right this way.” Following the man, Andy looks around casually, taking in all the sights and sounds. The music’s good, heavy beats that’ll have him dancing, grinding all night. It supplies with something to do, nodding his head with the rhythm, as it seems the VIP is very far away. Finally, they stop in front of a closed door, which the skinny man opens with a smile. Once inside, the man closes it, leaving Andy to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, which happens to be a few candles spread sparsely around. His eyes automatically fall on the man sitting on the plush couches in front of him, a glass of wine between his fingers. Andy smirks.
“I thought I told you you’re money doesn’t turn me on, Roger?”
Laughing softly, Roger, looking delicious in all black, pats the seat next to him. “Come, sit. Tell me what does turn you on.” His voice is low, eyes locked on Andy as he watches the American make his way towards him. When he is seated, Roger turns and offers his glass to Andy. “Wine?”
Wrapping his fingers over Roger's, Andy takes a tentative sip, smiles when the taste is smooth, not bitter. “Not bad, Roger. Are we sharing this glass? I thought drinks are on you tonight, no?" He grins as he removes Roger's fingers and places the glass on the table.
Distracted by the patch of uncovered skin due to open buttons on Andy's shirt, Roger doesn't answer. Instead he reaches out and strokes the flesh, grinning when a tiny moan escapes Andy. He keeps touching, dipping his fingers even lower, until the other man stops him. He grins.
"Whatever you want, Andy. Did you want more wine? I can order a bottle or two. Or did you want... something else?" The last two words roll off Roger's tongue, dripping with seduction. Andy leans back, bringing his own fingers to the exposed skin, teasing himself and Roger.
"Wine. The best fucking wine this place has. I only want the best, Roger." The glint in his eyes is dangerous, but Roger knows better.
He nods as he moves in closer, pressing his lips against Andy's ear. "You never did say what does turn you on, Andy. Care to share?"
{*}
The room is dark, silent, giving the impression that it is unoccupied. However, Roger's body is tangled in the sheets that have been haphazardly tossed on the bed, with Andy's head on his chest, fingers tracing patterns on his fury chest. Both men are tired, extremely so but can't seem to sleep. Instead, they take solace in the quiet that surrounds them.
After a while, Roger feels Andy laughing into his chest. "What's so funny?"
Andy looks up, a grin on his lips. "You would think after been together for so long, we'd get tired these 'role plays'. It's so lame."
Quickly placing a kiss to Andy's hair, Roger slides down so they're facing each other. "Forget role play. I'll ever tire from finding out all ways to turn you on." He presses his lips against Andy's, forcing his tongue into Andy's mouth. Roger pulls back, chuckling when he feels him responding. "And I don't think you will either."
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer
Rating: R (soft)
Disclaimer: Not true
Author's Note: Justin Timberlake's Sexyback is used. Just a little fun :)
“Mr. Roddick?”
Fingers still texting away, Andy looks up and smirks at the young boy. “I’m not that old, kid. It’s Andy and what can I do for ya?”
The boy blushes as he pushes a piece of paper towards Andy. “Um, I was told to give this to you.” Raising a brow, Andy takes it, observing the few neatly written words.
Republik. Tonight.
Meet me in the back. VIP.
Drinks on me.
RF
He looks back up to question the kid when he sees that the boy has already disappeared. Andy already knows who it’s from though and smiles as he forms potential outfit idea.
{*}
Brushing off invisible lint, Andy strolls into the club with confidence, dressed in a tight fitting white dress shirt that hasn’t been buttoned up all the way and black fitting pants that hugs lean taut muscle. He’s been at this club, Republik, a few times before, mostly just hanging out at the bar though so he doesn’t know where to go exactly. Seeing a set of stairs, Andy decides that’s where the VIP has to be and makes his way to them. However, a smiling skinny man stops him.
“Andy Roddick, yes?”
Andy just nods, a slight smile on his lips.
“Right this way.” Following the man, Andy looks around casually, taking in all the sights and sounds. The music’s good, heavy beats that’ll have him dancing, grinding all night. It supplies with something to do, nodding his head with the rhythm, as it seems the VIP is very far away. Finally, they stop in front of a closed door, which the skinny man opens with a smile. Once inside, the man closes it, leaving Andy to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, which happens to be a few candles spread sparsely around. His eyes automatically fall on the man sitting on the plush couches in front of him, a glass of wine between his fingers. Andy smirks.
“I thought I told you you’re money doesn’t turn me on, Roger?”
Laughing softly, Roger, looking delicious in all black, pats the seat next to him. “Come, sit. Tell me what does turn you on.” His voice is low, eyes locked on Andy as he watches the American make his way towards him. When he is seated, Roger turns and offers his glass to Andy. “Wine?”
Wrapping his fingers over Roger's, Andy takes a tentative sip, smiles when the taste is smooth, not bitter. “Not bad, Roger. Are we sharing this glass? I thought drinks are on you tonight, no?" He grins as he removes Roger's fingers and places the glass on the table.
Distracted by the patch of uncovered skin due to open buttons on Andy's shirt, Roger doesn't answer. Instead he reaches out and strokes the flesh, grinning when a tiny moan escapes Andy. He keeps touching, dipping his fingers even lower, until the other man stops him. He grins.
"Whatever you want, Andy. Did you want more wine? I can order a bottle or two. Or did you want... something else?" The last two words roll off Roger's tongue, dripping with seduction. Andy leans back, bringing his own fingers to the exposed skin, teasing himself and Roger.
"Wine. The best fucking wine this place has. I only want the best, Roger." The glint in his eyes is dangerous, but Roger knows better.
He nods as he moves in closer, pressing his lips against Andy's ear. "You never did say what does turn you on, Andy. Care to share?"
{*}
The room is dark, silent, giving the impression that it is unoccupied. However, Roger's body is tangled in the sheets that have been haphazardly tossed on the bed, with Andy's head on his chest, fingers tracing patterns on his fury chest. Both men are tired, extremely so but can't seem to sleep. Instead, they take solace in the quiet that surrounds them.
After a while, Roger feels Andy laughing into his chest. "What's so funny?"
Andy looks up, a grin on his lips. "You would think after been together for so long, we'd get tired these 'role plays'. It's so lame."
Quickly placing a kiss to Andy's hair, Roger slides down so they're facing each other. "Forget role play. I'll ever tire from finding out all ways to turn you on." He presses his lips against Andy's, forcing his tongue into Andy's mouth. Roger pulls back, chuckling when he feels him responding. "And I don't think you will either."