The Secret Life of Roger Federer, and What Turns on Andy Roddick
Title: The Secret Life of Roger Federer, and What Turns on Andy Roddick
Author: Amber
Rating: Adult, kinky fic
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick is the main pairing with various combinations involving Tommy Haas and Mardy Fish.
Disclaimer: I just borrow and play
Part One - Part Three
Part Four - Part Five
Part Six - Part Seven
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Part Eight
Roger liked to sleep in, and did so every single chance that he got. So when Andy awoke before the sun was even fully up he silently slipped out of the bed and headed down to the kitchen. Coffee was the first thing made, then two pop tarts went into the toaster. He smiles when the chocolate rectangles pop up. Roger would have frowned and told him to eat something real which only makes eating them in quiet all the better.
After the coffee is done Andy pads out to the deck plopping into one of the few iron chairs. He takes his time eating and enjoying some quiet time before the day starts. Most of his thoughts are spent thinking about the different things that he could do with Roger. It’s their last day alone before Mardy stays with them, and then it’s another tournament. He really just wants to enjoy the day and spend it being lazy.
When the sun is up the rest of the way and all of his food is gone Andy stands with a stretch and heads back into the house. As far as he knows Roger isn’t up yet because the first thing the man does is sit and drink at least three cups of coffee. Shaking his head he changes out his old coffee to start making some fresh then gets the idea to make breakfast. Moving quickly he gets some frozen home fries cooking as well as some canned hash. He knows it’s not the most healthy thing, but it is what tastes best. In no time the meal is done and completed with three eggs for each of them.
Quietly Andy sets everything down outside of the room so he can wake Roger up without the fear of spilling food and breaking the dishes. Andy gets everything settled and gets into the room. The first thing he does is pull back the curtain, Roger turns away from the sun right away cuddling down into the blankets even more.
“Time to get up babe.”
“Shut up and go away.”
Andy laughs, shaking his head, “I have lots of food though.”
“Shut up, go away and take your food with you.”
The covers go up over Roger’s head and Andy laughs more. At this moment he just doesn’t understand why people think he’s the brat in their relationship. With another shake of his head Andy crawls onto the bed pulling down the blankets over Roger’s face, “there is coffee.”
Roger grunts a yes to that and turns over so Andy is right on top of him. Naturally Andy takes the opportunity to kiss various different places on Roger’s neck and face. It works perfectly and Roger’s arms come around him and they are kissing slowly, almost lazily.
A little reluctantly Andy pulls back and gets off the bed, “I do have food, stay there.” He bounces out of the room quickly coming back with the tray for Roger.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Roger sits up eyeing the food closely.
“You were with me when I bought all this, eat it.” Andy sets the tray down and leaves again. This time he comes back with his food and coffee for Roger.
“How long have you been up?” Roger asks before nearly chugging down his cup of coffee.
“Hold on,” Andy makes his last trip out and comes back with another coffee cup and a glass with juice for himself, “I’ve been up forever. I already ate once.”
With a laugh Andy gets onto the bed with his boyfriend making sure their legs are touching before he starts to eat.
“The chocolate toaster things?”
“Yes,” Andy nods with a grin, “Pop tarts.”
“What did I do to deserve breakfast in bed?”
“Be you?” Andy shrugs.
Roger lets out an 'ohh' and keeps eating. Even though he complained at first he’s getting the meal down quickly, “I think I was hungry.”
“Hey Roger?” He leans over a little and kisses the man’s neck.
“Yeah?”
“Can we just spend the whole day in bed?”
“You want to have sex all day?”
“No,” Andy bites his lip trying to think of a way to avoid sounding too girly, “to like talk, kiss, just be with you.”
“No sex?” Roger grins and Andy catches on that he’s just being teased.
Andy hits him, “I hate you.”
“It shows.”
“I know,” Andy smiles and kisses him.
“Stay here I’ll get this stuff cleaned up.”
Before Andy can argue Roger is up shutting the curtains and gathering up the plates. Somehow he manages to gather everything up and leaves the room without dropping anything. While he’s gone Andy strips down and burrows under the blankets. He sighs happily, the big down comforter is his favorite thing in the whole house.
“You look comfortable.”
Andy speaks from under the blankets, “need you too.”
Roger rolls his eyes pretending not to want to get into the bed, “I guess I can get in with you.” He takes a step then stops, “I’m going to turn up the central air so it’s a little colder.”
“Okay babe,” Andy moves around a little so when Roger comes back he can just slip in behind him.
Roger does just that when he returns again. Without a word he molds his body to Andy’s, throwing one of his legs over the other man’s, “it should be just right.”
“Feels just right,” Andy pushes back against Roger and laughs, “why are you hard?”
“You turn me on,” he kisses Andy’s neck lightly.
Breaking away a little Andy turns over so he’s facing Roger. He pulls on the leg that’s over his body so it’s more around his hip before pressing their bodies together again, “I haven’t even done anything babe.”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Now that he’s looking at Roger he can see the man blushing. Andy knows that it’s hard for Roger to show his emotions sometimes nevermind verbalize them. Most of the time he just has to go by the different looks in the Swiss’ eyes. It had taken him years to master, but he’s finally figured out when to push and when to try and read what’s going on in Roger’s mind.
“If I help you out with that can we still talk and stuff or will you pass out for another three hours,” Andy smiles squeezing his thigh a little.
“I’ll stay awake. I have plans for you later.”
“I like plans.”
Roger laughs, “I know. This is a good one. We haven’t done it in awhile.”
Andy wiggles his hips against Roger’s causing a low groan to come out of the man, “it doesn’t really seem like you need any help with that.”
“Andy,” Roger’s hips press against his harder, “please? I’ll make you if I have to.”
“No, I don’t want any of that today.”
“That’s okay,” Roger kisses him.
The light kiss quickly turns into something deeper. Andy pushes Roger onto his back, and lets his hand travel down to kneed at Roger’s erection with his palm. The Swiss is groaning pushing back up against him. Andy loves this, and he knows the more he teases the more noises and reactions that he’ll get, “I want to be in you later.”
“Yes,” Roger groans it out.
That makes Andy almost giddy, it’s been months since he’s gotten a chance to be with Roger like that on his terms, “thank you.”
Andy’s reply is mumbled against Roger’s mouth before he sits up pushing the blankets back down the bed. It doesn’t take him long to slip down the bed himself, and spreads Roger’s legs, “you’re ass looks great in these sweat pants. Just so you know.”
“Take them off. You can’t even see my ass.”
“No. You can’t order me around today you already said you wouldn’t.” Andy grabs onto the waistband of the pants.
“Andy just get me off, please.” He adds the please as a second thought.
With one movement Andy pulls the sweat pants down to Roger’s ankles and then with another they are off the man’s body and across the room, “no more clothes today.”
“Shut up and get me off.”
Andy laughs lightly, “that’s not nice. I’m trying to take my time.” One of his hands runs up Roger’s thigh and cups his balls.
It takes Roger a few deep breaths and false starts till he can answer correctly, “slow later, fast now.”
“Okay babe,” Andy kisses his thigh.
A few more kisses go up his leg before Andy’s mouth slips down around his cock. Roger moans hands twisting in Andy’s short hair. Andy’s head bobs up and down quickly, his hand still playing with and tugging gently at Roger’s balls. The sounds of Roger’s moans make Andy stop and pause. He lets his mouth drift up the shaft pressing down with his lips as hard as he can. When he gets to the head he runs his tongue over it making his lover mumble out different things in German. He keeps going knowing that Roger is close. Seconds later his only warning is a tug on his hair before Roger orgasms.
Andy sits up licking his lips happily. He just watches the Swiss quietly as he calms down. When Roger’s eyes slowly open Andy smiles at him, “good?”
“Yes,” Roger nods and shuts his eyes again.
With a smile Andy reaches behind him grabbing onto the blankets. He lays down, half on Roger, pulling the blankets over them, “did I tell you I talked to my mom about us?”
That makes Roger laugh, “four years later.”
“Almost five.”
“Almost five means four,” he makes a face before opening his eyes. One of his arms wraps around Andy.
“Anyway I asked her what she thought about us.”
“Oh you didn’t just reinforce that we were a couple and left it at that?” Roger interrupts, “that day was so embarrassing for me.”
“I know I’m sorry,” Andy kisses him lightly. “She said she was okay with us.”
“That’s obvious.”
“Roger,” Andy whines.
“Yes?”
“She’s okay, like she knows we are going to be together forever.”
“We are going to be together forever?”
“Yeah, we are.” Andy pokes him.
Roger smiles and kisses him, “we’ll probably be able to get married sooner or later.”
That makes Andy smile, “I hope so. And you’re going to make me live in Switzerland.”
“Of course,” He laughs rolling his eyes.
“Kids?” Andy says it quietly. This isn’t something they have ever talked about before.
“What about them?”
Andy gets even quieter, “I mean for us. I like kids.”
“You want children?” Roger backs away and looks at him.
He nods suddenly feeling like he might have killed the mood for the whole day, “yeah.”
“We can do that. Like three? Four? Maybe when we are in our thirties. A few years after tennis for just us.”
Andy perks up more after each word, “okay. That sounds good.”
“So we don’t have to think about it till then.”
“Maybe a little,” Andy laughs.
“Just a little,” Roger smiles back at him quickly giving his cheek a kiss.
“That makes me happy,” Andy kisses him, and the kiss ends up lasting longer than he thought it would.
Roger breaks away with a smile, “good. We should have a family. Make them all play tennis.”
Andy laughs at that, “yeah. Create little grass playing tennis minions to take over.”
“Andy it’s not like we can have kids with each other. I think you’d need the mix of genetics for that.”
“Naw. You just make them play from the time they can stand.”
“Force them?”
“Duh,” Andy laughs and rolls over onto his back.
Roger follows Andy’s roll by turning onto his side, “this is you kidding right.”
“Of course it is.”
“Good.”
They both go quite for a few minutes and Andy reaches over to poke Roger’s side to check if he’s still awake.
“Andy,” Roger grabs his hand frowning, “no tickling right now.”
“You are no fun.”
“Tickling me isn’t fun.”
“No Roger, it’s lots of fun.” Andy rolls back over trying to get at Roger with his other hand, but the Swiss ends up grabbing it.
“Not fun at all,” He leans up placing a soft kiss on Andy’s lips.
“We can make out?”
“We can do that,” Roger nods letting go of his hands.
Andy settles himself back on top of Roger letting their legs tangle. He presses his thigh against Roger’s crotch and smiles when he feels the man do the same thing to him. Andy kisses his neck and rubs with his leg, adding a little more pressure. “Roger, you are already getting hard,” he grins and chuckles.
“You’re on top of me, yes I’m getting hard.”
“I thought you were too old to get hard again so quick.”
Roger hits him, “obviously I’m not.”
“The things you do to me, do they even like do anything for you?” Andy bites his lip after he says it. The question is almost completely random.
“Of course,” Roger smiles nipping at the lip Andy was just chewing on.
“It doesn’t always seem like it.”
“That’s the point. It’s about you, not me. When we aren’t fully playing it’s about us.”
“Yeah, but we did it because it turns you on. I just happen to like it.”
“You’re a slut for it Andy,” Roger laughs and moves a hand to pinch his ass.
Andy just smiles back at him, “I know that. Really though it’s to turn you on, not me.”
“It’s for us,” Roger says it firmly, “have you ever noticed that it takes nothing to get me to come? I don’t think it would be like that if I wasn’t turned on. I stay hard, and my whole body gets worked up.”
“Okay, that’s a good point.”
“Working you up gets me worked up,” Roger makes a face, “does that makes sense?”
“Yes,” Andy kisses him.
That kiss turns into more kisses and soon the two men are grinding into each other, both making little noises. Roger has both of his hands down the back of Andy’s shorts grabbing at his ass. Andy moans into his mouth as Roger’s hands grab and spread him, the man’s fingers teasing him. Without even knowing it he starts to grind down against Roger keeping the Swiss mumbling out different things.
“Stop Andy, don’t want to,” He trails off grabbing at Andy’s hips.
Andy does stop all movement and starts to kiss down Roger’s jaw and then down his neck. He goes back up with nips and licks till he is kissing the man’s mouth again. Andy gives the other side of his body the same treatment before slipping down his body more and licking over a nipple. Normally Roger doesn’t let Andy’s mouth near his chest because he is overly self-conscious at times so Andy takes the rare opportunity to play there.
He licks and nips at each one while using his finger tips to play with the other. Roger is still muttering things in German and Andy knows he’s doing something right. He doesn’t understand why Roger would avoid something that he obviously likes so much.
Pushing his thoughts back Andy travels down his body more, kissing and licking his way across the man’s stomach and down to his hips. When he gets there Roger’s gone quiet, but his hand has a tight grip on Andy’s hair.
“Lift up your legs babe I want to get at you.”
Instantly Roger slides his feet up and spreads them. Andy smiles to himself and continues his kissing and licking. When he gets to the space of skin between Roger’s balls and hole he bites gently and almost gets kicked. Not missing a thing he grabs Roger’s leg and does the action again this time getting a long moan. Andy licks around a little more and works his way down the last bit till his tongue is working around Roger’s hole.
He knows that it feels better than his fingers would, and he needs to do something to prepare Roger before they have sex. It’s been too long and he just wants everything to feel as good as it can. After a few minutes working his tongue Roger starts to wiggle against him a little too much and Andy sits up taking a breath.
Standing up he drops his boxers and grabs the lube from the bedside table. Andy quickly coats himself and gets back under the blanket on top of Roger. The Swiss’ legs wrap around him and Andy resists the urge to press down against him. Instead he holds his body up with one hand and uses the other to guide himself into Roger.
Andy has to go slow, pushing in a little and then pulling back. When he’s fully in Roger he sighs and swears before kissing the man. Roger kisses back eagerly, and in no time he’s pushing back against Andy mumbling for him to move. Andy does move slowly, trying to make it last. He isn’t inside of Roger a lot anymore and his desire to savor the moment is a lot stronger than his need to get off.
Roger obviously has different ideas and is forcing Andy into a faster pace. It doesn’t take Andy long to go along with it. Soon Andy is half up on his knees pounding into Roger while the man works his own cock. It doesn’t take long for Roger to orgasm and Andy does seconds after with a low groan.
They stop moving and Andy flops onto Roger trying to catch his breath. Neither moves for a long time. Andy just leaves his head on Roger’s chest listening to his heart beat come down. When it has reached a steady, slow rhythm Andy pulls out and presses against Roger pulling both of them onto their sides.
Roger kisses him, “the bed is going to be a mess.”
“We can wash the sheets later,” Andy kisses him, “don’t ruin the moment Roger.”
A low laugh comes out of the man, “okay Andy. Love you.”
“Me too,” he snuggles up more, “love you too.”
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Part Nine
Roger had finally done it.
He had caused one thought to sink into Andy's head so deep that it couldn't be ignored anymore. It just sat there festering, popping up at the worst times.
Since they had started their dominate submissive games Andy had briefly thought about what it would be like to tie down Roger, and tease him, to make him beg. Recently it had evolved to the point where it took up every single one of his daydreams. The thought was imbedded so deep that he could hear the words, and their pleading tone melting off his boyfriends lips. He could see it in his mind as vividly as if it were happening in front of him. Roger tied down, completely pissed off and gagged, struggling a little, and then finally giving in as an act of total submission. It was a movie that was burned into his brain, replaying constantly.
Submission was dangerous thing to think about though. Andy knew it wasn't something that Roger would ever willingly agree to. It would either get him in more trouble than he could ever imagine, or cause permeant damage to their relationship. Still, he couldn’t figure out why Roger would let him top someone else if he didn’t want the idea planted into Andy's head.
Roger did him in with two words. Ruined him for any other thoughts with just two simple words...
"Punish him."
"What?"
"You didn't hear me?"
"I did, but you want me to," he swallowed hard, "punish him?"
"Well Fishy doesn't take me seriously. Maybe he'll take you seriously."
"Roger I don't..."
"Andy."
Roger eyed him, and Andy knew he had an automatic out of the situation. All he had to do was shake his head no, or mumble out their safe word and it would be over. He just couldn’t bring himself to do either. He just didn't have it in him. This kind of situation was more tempting than he ever thought it would be. Mardy was there on top of the bed positioned face and shoulders down with his ass up in the air. It was one of Roger's favorite positions and now Andy knew why. It was more of a complete offering of every inch of the man’s body than simple sexual position.
When it came down to it Andy just didn't have the will power to say no. Mardy was spread out like some new toy, his body a playground for anything Andy could think of. He needed this, his body needed this, and his mind was starting to as well. He didn't even care if it was some kind of test from Roger that he was about to fail.
"How?"
"It's your choice. You should know what he likes. You know everything else about him."
Jealously? Andy swore he heard it in the words even though Roger's tone was neutral. Nothing else was said, Andy just watched as Roger moved to the other side of the room to sit in his lounge chair. The man was completely naked, and when he sat down he kept his legs spread open. It took most of Andy's self control to keep from crawling over, and wrapping his lips around Roger’s cock.
"Andy you might want to do something soon," as Roger spoke his hand moved over to his erection and he started to stroke it lazily. Andy looked at the red bag across the room, almost examining it, before taking the few long steps across the room to reach it.
As he was pulling a few items out of the bag Roger spoke again, "he's not allowed to come. Not till Tommy wants him to, which might be a long time." Roger smiled making direct eye contact with Mardy.
Making a face of total concentration Andy thought out the situation, and what he wanted to do as he sorted through the duffel bag. Almost suddenly the need to impress both the men in the room with his ability to dominate washed over him. Mardy needed to know who was in control, and that he couldn't get away with his normal stupid shit when they were playing. Roger, the perfect picture of dominance. He needed to see Andy be on top the same way that he always was. This was now a new way for Andy to prove his worth at a game he wanted to keep playing, and he needed to do it well to have it happen again.
Quickly he grabbed a plug, paddle, and lube. Almost dropping each item, he made it across the room to Mardy in record time.
"Calmly."
His head snapped up, "sorry."
"Show me that you can do this right."
He wanted to do it right. This was still an itch he needed to scratch, and he wasn't going to be stopped once he started.
Starting over again with little hesitation Andy grabbed onto the lube squirting the cold gel over Mardy's crack. He watched a shiver pass through his friends body, and smiled to himself. Andy was enjoying his moment. Now, completely feeling the part Andy grabbed onto the plug and ran it teasingly over the trail of lube pressing down every so often. He was well aware that Mardy loved this kind of play, and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Soon Andy was resting the toy at Mardy's hole playfully pushing in, and then letting Mardy's body push the object back out into his hand. Each time more of the toy went in, but it always slipped back out making Mardy breath out little moans.
Finally Andy pushed the toy in enough that it passed the widest part of the object which let it slip into Mardy's body rather than out of it. He watched as his friend clenched around the object moaning and wiggling a little trying to get more contact with anything.
At that point Andy looked over to Roger for some kind of approval. What he saw was enough to let him know that he was doing something right. Roger's eyes were darker than normal and completely clouded. His fingers were firmly wrapped around his cock, and his hand was moving at an obviously slow pace. Andy knew he was trying to avoid coming to soon, but still get the kind of pleasure he wanted.
Roger's eyes moved from Mardy's body up to meet Andy's, and a lazy smile crossed his face. He nodded, and Andy turned back to Mardy blindly grasping for the paddle on the bed.
"Punishment time Mardy."
Andy twisted the plug sharply then without any warning raised his hand, and let it slap down onto Mardy's ass with a loud noise. There was a gasp from Mardy, and the paddle was instantly switched to Andy's right hand and being brought down onto Mardy's ass. Each stroke hit a different spot making almost every inch of Mardy's lower body glow a delicious shade of red.
Once he was satisfied with the color of Mardy's skin, and the volume of his moans Andy dropped the paddle, and grabbed onto the base of the plug. Slowly he started to move it, fucking his friends ass with the object. Mardy's body collapsed forward, flopping down and grinding against the bed.
A loud familiar groan came from across the room. Andy knew that noise and instantly looked up. He was just in time to see Roger's entire body tense up, and his release. A few seconds passed and gradually each muscle in Roger’s body started to unclench, and relax. His eyes popped open and locked onto Andy.
"I made a mess. I think you should come clean it up."
In seconds Andy was on his knees working his way across the floor. It was one mess he wouldn't mind licking up.
"Andy?" Roger snapped his fingers in front of Andy's face pulling him out of his memory.
"Sorry babe," Andy said popping up giving him a quick kiss.
"Where did you just go?"
Andy laughed, "my happy place."
"Are you on your knees there?"
"Roger," Andy laughed and sat up on the couch, "just because it's my happy place doesn't mean it's sexual."
"Yes it does, and that's my happy place," Roger leaned over and gave him a quick peck, "so what is your happy place?"
"Maybe it's you on your knees."
"Yeah okay," Roger rolled his eye, "We have to meet Mardy and Tommy for practice soon."
"What's so bad about the idea of you submitting to me?"
Roger actually looked like he was thinking over the question till a smile spread across his face, "stop trying to mess with me or stall, it's just practice."
"Roger. I'm not," Andy stopped mid sentence and stood up. This wasn't something he wanted to get into before a tournament. He was playing badly enough without being in some kind of fight with Roger.
"You're not what?"
"In the mood to practice."
"You'll be fine it's just us Mardy and Tommy. More fun than work. Plus it's grass."
Andy smiled, "I know babe. Grass is good."
"Want to walk?"
"Tennis fans are everywhere," Andy made a face.
"So what? No one is going to look at us and go, wow there is a gay couple."
"Okay fine, but I was thinking random girls jumping you not being outed," Andy laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Or you. You're the one with the crazy fans."
"I don't know about that Mister number one." Andy teased as they walked out the door.
"This is a good point."
Few words were spoken on the way to the practice court and Andy was thankful that they wouldn't be alone long enough for Roger to ask what was going on in his head. It wasn't that Andy thought Roger was going to be angry or upset at his new fantasy. He just didn't think that Roger would like or take the idea seriously. The prospect of being laughed at wasn't exactly high on his list of wants. Any kind of humiliation wasn't part of their deal, and he could already tell that the idea of submission amused Roger.
"Andy are you okay?"
"Yeah sorry, I'm just thinking a lot right now."
"Dude that means you are not okay."
Andy turned just in time to feel a push to his shoulder that knocked his bag off onto the ground, "fuck off Fish." The retort was followed by a punch to Mardy's shoulder.
"Are we going to play a set or what?" Mardy asked with a smile while rubbing his arm.
"Doubles," Roger called over, "us against you two."
At the same time Mardy and Andy turned towards each other and grinned.
Tennis was always a way for Andy to get out any aggression, excess energy, or stress. It was one of the few things in life that he had always loved without question or reason, and it was that simple. Though it was harder for him to do now, Andy could just block out everything else, and only focus on that neon ball. It was always something that calmed him down. A big part of him hated that he couldn’t always have fun playing anymore. The competition of it all had started to take over, and create more pressure instead of relieve it. That's why he loved these kinds of moments. Tennis was fun, and it was more like when he was younger.
It also reminded him to be thankful that Mardy was back in his life. He owed that to Roger, and in a way Tommy. They couldn't have gotten back to being intimate without Tommy, and they couldn't have gotten back to being friends without Roger. Slowly everything seemed to just keep getting back to a point where he was almost completely content.
"It's starting to rain," Tommy pointed out stopping the point and looking up.
"You're just mad that you're losing. It's not that slick yet," Mardy went to take a step forward and ended up slipping backwards landing on his ass before falling down fully onto his back.
Immediately Andy doubled over laughing, "I thought Tommy was the accident prone one."
"Shut up," Mardy went to stand up and ended up slipping again.
That had Andy on the ground laughing, and a quick look up showed the grin on Tommy's face and Roger trying desperately not to laugh.
"Help me up you asshole."
Andy stood back up, and reached down to help Mardy. Soon both men were on the ground half covered in mud laughing at each other's clumsiness.
"We are morons," Mardy stated getting up onto his knees.
"It's not that slick yet," Andy mocked from his position on his back as it started to downpour.
"Lets get out of here Mar, we'll take a long shower or something," Tommy said reaching out his hand.
Andy laughed, "sex first, no need to waste water and shower twice. Though you could be extra conservative and have sex in the shower, quick sex though."
"Jealous that I'm going to get laid and you’re not?" Mardy nudged Andy’s side with his foot.
"Just thinking about the environment, someone has to care. You and your sex fiend ways are slowly draining the earth of a precious resource." It's said completely over dramatically with Andy placing his hands over his chest.
"You're welcome to come back with us," Tommy offered looking over at Roger then down at Andy.
Andy watched as Roger look around squinting a little before saying something to Tommy in a language he doesn't know. They smiled and Andy felt completely left out. It would have killed his good mood if Mardy hadn't plopped down on top of him to give him a quick little peck goodbye.
"Bye Andy."
"Bye Mardy," Andy kicked up at Mardy's ass as he went to walk away.
As soon as the two were in their car Andy let his eyes drift shut. It was warm enough outside that the cool rain felt good on his skin. He didn't know where Roger went, but it was completely silent other than the rain hitting the ground and trees around him, even the sound of the road was completely hidden. The calmness of the moment let a familiar thought creep back into his head. Roger on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. His perfect hair messed up, half in his face, lips swollen and pouting from overuse.
"Andy."
"Yeah babe?"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm sure, I've just been thinking."
"About what?"
Much to Andy's surprise Roger laid down next to him in the muddy grass, "Rog you're in the mud."
"So are you."
"It's very not you though."
"You're changing the topic."
"I am. We can talk about it after the tournament okay?"
"I'm not going to forget."
"I just want to focus on tennis right now."
"Hey Andy."
"Yeah," Andy turned his head to look at Roger.
"We are going to have sex out here."
"Babe that is not good idea, the road is right there, and we are way way way out in the open."
"Not multiple choice Andy."
"Really Roger," Andy sat up onto his elbows completely worried about this idea. At any second someone could come along and see them. At the moment the consequences of being caught outweighed the kinkiness of having sex in public.
"Take your shirt off."
"Roger."
"Just do it, there is nothing weird about that, it's warm out. It's soaked through anyway."
"Okay."
He trusted Roger completely, and knew that even if this went badly that Roger would be there through everything with him. It was scary, totally and utterly scary for him but an amazing feeling none the less. So, his tee shirt was slowly pulled off, and thrown over to the side.
"Andy you are so good."
"Thank you," he smiled and then jumped as a loud clap of thunder echoed around them.
Roger leaned over and kissed his lips softly, "you like the thunder?" His hand ran down Andy's body and rested lightly on his crotch.
"It's, yeah," Andy arched up into Roger's touch.
"You know the rules babe, hips down."
Andy growled, "let me fuck you."
It was quiet for a second, just long enough for Andy to worry that he said the wrong thing, "someone is a little agressive today." The comment was said with a completely amused tone.
Not answering Andy leaned up and let his lips crash onto Roger's. The Swiss was caught off guard and just let himself be kissed. Andy's teeth went first, capturing Roger's bottom lip so he could suck on it. Then his arm came around to the back of Roger's head pulling him in closer while their tongues started to move against each other. Andy moaned putting his free hand over the one Roger still had resting on his crotch. He pushed down creating the kind of pressure and friction that he really wanted.
Then in one move Roger took back control. His arms went to Andy's shoulders pushing him back down against the grass as a streak of lightening lit up the sky, "be good."
Andy blinked up at Roger and his mouth just hung open. This was the version of Roger that turned him on more than anything else. The man was completely soaked, and his hair was dripping, slightly clumped up from the water, and completely matted in the back from the mud. The look in his eyes was dark and primal, but Andy still wanted to fight back and let his recent thoughts become a reality.
"Be good," Roger repeated then leaned down letting their lips meet. The rain water dripped down his face onto Andy, "if you play by my rules I'll ride you, if not we can go home."
Like almost every other time Andy's body made his choice for him and he was answering Roger before he really knew what he was doing, "I’ll be good."
"Promise?" The question was punctuated by more thunder.
"Yes."
Andy could feel Roger smile against his mouth, "good boy."
Roger licked Andy's lip, and Andy opened his mouth letting it in. This time he laid back against the wet grass, and enjoyed the feeling of Roger caressing and exploring his mouth. It was more seductive than aggressive, and every crack of thunder made the moment that more intense.
Just as the kiss was starting to tease a little too much Roger pulled back and licked his way down Andy's stomach to the waist band of his shorts. Each stroke of his tongue followed a trail of water around almost every exposed inch of Andy's chest. Special attention was paid to each nipple as Roger spent extra time licking and nipping at each one.
Finally Andy felt a swat to his thigh, "up."
His hips were immediately up without a second thought to what his surroundings were, and Roger was pulling his shorts and briefs down around his ankles. Then there was a moment where Roger wasn't touching him at all. Andy took those few seconds to just be overwhelmed by the feeling of the wet, squishy, almost slippery ground under him and the cool rain hitting random points on his body. Soon the various feelings of his surroundings were joined by Roger's fingers trailing up and down his thighs, teasing him.
Thunder boomed out over them and Andy's heart rate went up a little bit. He was suddenly aware that he was fully exposed in the middle of a practice court during a thunder storm with his boyfriend teasing him. It was completely worth giving up control, and more importantly his all consuming fantasy.
"Suck me."
"Ask nicely."
"Roger please, I need to feel your mouth on me. Suck me, please."
Andy was rewarded by the feeling of Roger's tongue running up the underside of his cock. It twitched and Andy's hips went up with a groan.
"That's enough."
"No Roger. More, please."
"You can't be in me if you come in my mouth now can you?" The words were said as Roger straddled Andy's hips.
"No."
Andy's eyes popped open to look over Roger who only removed his own shorts and briefs. His blue shirt was completely soaked through and Andy couldn't think of a time where Roger looked more dishevel.
"Do it please. Now. Roger now please. I need it."
Roger grinned before leaning over to lick the hollow of Andy’s neck, "do not move your hips."
"I promise I won't. Please."
"You've gotten so good at begging," Roger grinned, "almost irresistible."
After a few fumbling moments Andy felt the unfamiliar feeling of entering Roger. The Swiss moaned and clenched heightening the feeling for Andy who was more than happy to just feel Roger's body tightening around him.
"Hard please," Andy moaned out opening his eyes.
He was met with a look of pure lust as Roger started to move up and down at a pace that was a lot slower than what Andy wanted. Instead of pushing his luck, Andy just took a breath, and closed his eyes again. Blindly reaching out Andy groped around until his hand met Roger's cock. It took a few seconds, but Andy matched the pace of his hand to the pace of Roger's body and they moved together in perfect harmony.
Minuets later Roger was speeding up more and more. It was obvious that Roger was close and Andy's body took over his hips thrusting up. In one bold move Andy's hands went to Roger's waist and flipped them over. He wasn't thinking about anything, but getting off and in the quickest way possible. The consequences of his actions didn't even enter his mind.
Roger grabbed onto the sides of Andy's face digging his fingers in. Their tongues met before their lips, and Andy started to thrust again. One of Roger's hands left Andy's face and moved down his own body to get himself off, as the other grabbed a handful of Andy's hair pulling roughly.
That caused a chain reaction. Andy came inside of Roger, and within seconds Roger reached his peak.
Knowing that he didn't make the best choice Andy rolled over, and just watched lazily as Roger’s breathing evened out, and the rain washed the come from his body.
"You are not allowed to come till this tournament is over."
Andy bit back and a laugh and just shook his head. It was completely worth it.
Author: Amber
Rating: Adult, kinky fic
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick is the main pairing with various combinations involving Tommy Haas and Mardy Fish.
Disclaimer: I just borrow and play
Part One - Part Three
Part Four - Part Five
Part Six - Part Seven
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Part Eight
Roger liked to sleep in, and did so every single chance that he got. So when Andy awoke before the sun was even fully up he silently slipped out of the bed and headed down to the kitchen. Coffee was the first thing made, then two pop tarts went into the toaster. He smiles when the chocolate rectangles pop up. Roger would have frowned and told him to eat something real which only makes eating them in quiet all the better.
After the coffee is done Andy pads out to the deck plopping into one of the few iron chairs. He takes his time eating and enjoying some quiet time before the day starts. Most of his thoughts are spent thinking about the different things that he could do with Roger. It’s their last day alone before Mardy stays with them, and then it’s another tournament. He really just wants to enjoy the day and spend it being lazy.
When the sun is up the rest of the way and all of his food is gone Andy stands with a stretch and heads back into the house. As far as he knows Roger isn’t up yet because the first thing the man does is sit and drink at least three cups of coffee. Shaking his head he changes out his old coffee to start making some fresh then gets the idea to make breakfast. Moving quickly he gets some frozen home fries cooking as well as some canned hash. He knows it’s not the most healthy thing, but it is what tastes best. In no time the meal is done and completed with three eggs for each of them.
Quietly Andy sets everything down outside of the room so he can wake Roger up without the fear of spilling food and breaking the dishes. Andy gets everything settled and gets into the room. The first thing he does is pull back the curtain, Roger turns away from the sun right away cuddling down into the blankets even more.
“Time to get up babe.”
“Shut up and go away.”
Andy laughs, shaking his head, “I have lots of food though.”
“Shut up, go away and take your food with you.”
The covers go up over Roger’s head and Andy laughs more. At this moment he just doesn’t understand why people think he’s the brat in their relationship. With another shake of his head Andy crawls onto the bed pulling down the blankets over Roger’s face, “there is coffee.”
Roger grunts a yes to that and turns over so Andy is right on top of him. Naturally Andy takes the opportunity to kiss various different places on Roger’s neck and face. It works perfectly and Roger’s arms come around him and they are kissing slowly, almost lazily.
A little reluctantly Andy pulls back and gets off the bed, “I do have food, stay there.” He bounces out of the room quickly coming back with the tray for Roger.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Roger sits up eyeing the food closely.
“You were with me when I bought all this, eat it.” Andy sets the tray down and leaves again. This time he comes back with his food and coffee for Roger.
“How long have you been up?” Roger asks before nearly chugging down his cup of coffee.
“Hold on,” Andy makes his last trip out and comes back with another coffee cup and a glass with juice for himself, “I’ve been up forever. I already ate once.”
With a laugh Andy gets onto the bed with his boyfriend making sure their legs are touching before he starts to eat.
“The chocolate toaster things?”
“Yes,” Andy nods with a grin, “Pop tarts.”
“What did I do to deserve breakfast in bed?”
“Be you?” Andy shrugs.
Roger lets out an 'ohh' and keeps eating. Even though he complained at first he’s getting the meal down quickly, “I think I was hungry.”
“Hey Roger?” He leans over a little and kisses the man’s neck.
“Yeah?”
“Can we just spend the whole day in bed?”
“You want to have sex all day?”
“No,” Andy bites his lip trying to think of a way to avoid sounding too girly, “to like talk, kiss, just be with you.”
“No sex?” Roger grins and Andy catches on that he’s just being teased.
Andy hits him, “I hate you.”
“It shows.”
“I know,” Andy smiles and kisses him.
“Stay here I’ll get this stuff cleaned up.”
Before Andy can argue Roger is up shutting the curtains and gathering up the plates. Somehow he manages to gather everything up and leaves the room without dropping anything. While he’s gone Andy strips down and burrows under the blankets. He sighs happily, the big down comforter is his favorite thing in the whole house.
“You look comfortable.”
Andy speaks from under the blankets, “need you too.”
Roger rolls his eyes pretending not to want to get into the bed, “I guess I can get in with you.” He takes a step then stops, “I’m going to turn up the central air so it’s a little colder.”
“Okay babe,” Andy moves around a little so when Roger comes back he can just slip in behind him.
Roger does just that when he returns again. Without a word he molds his body to Andy’s, throwing one of his legs over the other man’s, “it should be just right.”
“Feels just right,” Andy pushes back against Roger and laughs, “why are you hard?”
“You turn me on,” he kisses Andy’s neck lightly.
Breaking away a little Andy turns over so he’s facing Roger. He pulls on the leg that’s over his body so it’s more around his hip before pressing their bodies together again, “I haven’t even done anything babe.”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Now that he’s looking at Roger he can see the man blushing. Andy knows that it’s hard for Roger to show his emotions sometimes nevermind verbalize them. Most of the time he just has to go by the different looks in the Swiss’ eyes. It had taken him years to master, but he’s finally figured out when to push and when to try and read what’s going on in Roger’s mind.
“If I help you out with that can we still talk and stuff or will you pass out for another three hours,” Andy smiles squeezing his thigh a little.
“I’ll stay awake. I have plans for you later.”
“I like plans.”
Roger laughs, “I know. This is a good one. We haven’t done it in awhile.”
Andy wiggles his hips against Roger’s causing a low groan to come out of the man, “it doesn’t really seem like you need any help with that.”
“Andy,” Roger’s hips press against his harder, “please? I’ll make you if I have to.”
“No, I don’t want any of that today.”
“That’s okay,” Roger kisses him.
The light kiss quickly turns into something deeper. Andy pushes Roger onto his back, and lets his hand travel down to kneed at Roger’s erection with his palm. The Swiss is groaning pushing back up against him. Andy loves this, and he knows the more he teases the more noises and reactions that he’ll get, “I want to be in you later.”
“Yes,” Roger groans it out.
That makes Andy almost giddy, it’s been months since he’s gotten a chance to be with Roger like that on his terms, “thank you.”
Andy’s reply is mumbled against Roger’s mouth before he sits up pushing the blankets back down the bed. It doesn’t take him long to slip down the bed himself, and spreads Roger’s legs, “you’re ass looks great in these sweat pants. Just so you know.”
“Take them off. You can’t even see my ass.”
“No. You can’t order me around today you already said you wouldn’t.” Andy grabs onto the waistband of the pants.
“Andy just get me off, please.” He adds the please as a second thought.
With one movement Andy pulls the sweat pants down to Roger’s ankles and then with another they are off the man’s body and across the room, “no more clothes today.”
“Shut up and get me off.”
Andy laughs lightly, “that’s not nice. I’m trying to take my time.” One of his hands runs up Roger’s thigh and cups his balls.
It takes Roger a few deep breaths and false starts till he can answer correctly, “slow later, fast now.”
“Okay babe,” Andy kisses his thigh.
A few more kisses go up his leg before Andy’s mouth slips down around his cock. Roger moans hands twisting in Andy’s short hair. Andy’s head bobs up and down quickly, his hand still playing with and tugging gently at Roger’s balls. The sounds of Roger’s moans make Andy stop and pause. He lets his mouth drift up the shaft pressing down with his lips as hard as he can. When he gets to the head he runs his tongue over it making his lover mumble out different things in German. He keeps going knowing that Roger is close. Seconds later his only warning is a tug on his hair before Roger orgasms.
Andy sits up licking his lips happily. He just watches the Swiss quietly as he calms down. When Roger’s eyes slowly open Andy smiles at him, “good?”
“Yes,” Roger nods and shuts his eyes again.
With a smile Andy reaches behind him grabbing onto the blankets. He lays down, half on Roger, pulling the blankets over them, “did I tell you I talked to my mom about us?”
That makes Roger laugh, “four years later.”
“Almost five.”
“Almost five means four,” he makes a face before opening his eyes. One of his arms wraps around Andy.
“Anyway I asked her what she thought about us.”
“Oh you didn’t just reinforce that we were a couple and left it at that?” Roger interrupts, “that day was so embarrassing for me.”
“I know I’m sorry,” Andy kisses him lightly. “She said she was okay with us.”
“That’s obvious.”
“Roger,” Andy whines.
“Yes?”
“She’s okay, like she knows we are going to be together forever.”
“We are going to be together forever?”
“Yeah, we are.” Andy pokes him.
Roger smiles and kisses him, “we’ll probably be able to get married sooner or later.”
That makes Andy smile, “I hope so. And you’re going to make me live in Switzerland.”
“Of course,” He laughs rolling his eyes.
“Kids?” Andy says it quietly. This isn’t something they have ever talked about before.
“What about them?”
Andy gets even quieter, “I mean for us. I like kids.”
“You want children?” Roger backs away and looks at him.
He nods suddenly feeling like he might have killed the mood for the whole day, “yeah.”
“We can do that. Like three? Four? Maybe when we are in our thirties. A few years after tennis for just us.”
Andy perks up more after each word, “okay. That sounds good.”
“So we don’t have to think about it till then.”
“Maybe a little,” Andy laughs.
“Just a little,” Roger smiles back at him quickly giving his cheek a kiss.
“That makes me happy,” Andy kisses him, and the kiss ends up lasting longer than he thought it would.
Roger breaks away with a smile, “good. We should have a family. Make them all play tennis.”
Andy laughs at that, “yeah. Create little grass playing tennis minions to take over.”
“Andy it’s not like we can have kids with each other. I think you’d need the mix of genetics for that.”
“Naw. You just make them play from the time they can stand.”
“Force them?”
“Duh,” Andy laughs and rolls over onto his back.
Roger follows Andy’s roll by turning onto his side, “this is you kidding right.”
“Of course it is.”
“Good.”
They both go quite for a few minutes and Andy reaches over to poke Roger’s side to check if he’s still awake.
“Andy,” Roger grabs his hand frowning, “no tickling right now.”
“You are no fun.”
“Tickling me isn’t fun.”
“No Roger, it’s lots of fun.” Andy rolls back over trying to get at Roger with his other hand, but the Swiss ends up grabbing it.
“Not fun at all,” He leans up placing a soft kiss on Andy’s lips.
“We can make out?”
“We can do that,” Roger nods letting go of his hands.
Andy settles himself back on top of Roger letting their legs tangle. He presses his thigh against Roger’s crotch and smiles when he feels the man do the same thing to him. Andy kisses his neck and rubs with his leg, adding a little more pressure. “Roger, you are already getting hard,” he grins and chuckles.
“You’re on top of me, yes I’m getting hard.”
“I thought you were too old to get hard again so quick.”
Roger hits him, “obviously I’m not.”
“The things you do to me, do they even like do anything for you?” Andy bites his lip after he says it. The question is almost completely random.
“Of course,” Roger smiles nipping at the lip Andy was just chewing on.
“It doesn’t always seem like it.”
“That’s the point. It’s about you, not me. When we aren’t fully playing it’s about us.”
“Yeah, but we did it because it turns you on. I just happen to like it.”
“You’re a slut for it Andy,” Roger laughs and moves a hand to pinch his ass.
Andy just smiles back at him, “I know that. Really though it’s to turn you on, not me.”
“It’s for us,” Roger says it firmly, “have you ever noticed that it takes nothing to get me to come? I don’t think it would be like that if I wasn’t turned on. I stay hard, and my whole body gets worked up.”
“Okay, that’s a good point.”
“Working you up gets me worked up,” Roger makes a face, “does that makes sense?”
“Yes,” Andy kisses him.
That kiss turns into more kisses and soon the two men are grinding into each other, both making little noises. Roger has both of his hands down the back of Andy’s shorts grabbing at his ass. Andy moans into his mouth as Roger’s hands grab and spread him, the man’s fingers teasing him. Without even knowing it he starts to grind down against Roger keeping the Swiss mumbling out different things.
“Stop Andy, don’t want to,” He trails off grabbing at Andy’s hips.
Andy does stop all movement and starts to kiss down Roger’s jaw and then down his neck. He goes back up with nips and licks till he is kissing the man’s mouth again. Andy gives the other side of his body the same treatment before slipping down his body more and licking over a nipple. Normally Roger doesn’t let Andy’s mouth near his chest because he is overly self-conscious at times so Andy takes the rare opportunity to play there.
He licks and nips at each one while using his finger tips to play with the other. Roger is still muttering things in German and Andy knows he’s doing something right. He doesn’t understand why Roger would avoid something that he obviously likes so much.
Pushing his thoughts back Andy travels down his body more, kissing and licking his way across the man’s stomach and down to his hips. When he gets there Roger’s gone quiet, but his hand has a tight grip on Andy’s hair.
“Lift up your legs babe I want to get at you.”
Instantly Roger slides his feet up and spreads them. Andy smiles to himself and continues his kissing and licking. When he gets to the space of skin between Roger’s balls and hole he bites gently and almost gets kicked. Not missing a thing he grabs Roger’s leg and does the action again this time getting a long moan. Andy licks around a little more and works his way down the last bit till his tongue is working around Roger’s hole.
He knows that it feels better than his fingers would, and he needs to do something to prepare Roger before they have sex. It’s been too long and he just wants everything to feel as good as it can. After a few minutes working his tongue Roger starts to wiggle against him a little too much and Andy sits up taking a breath.
Standing up he drops his boxers and grabs the lube from the bedside table. Andy quickly coats himself and gets back under the blanket on top of Roger. The Swiss’ legs wrap around him and Andy resists the urge to press down against him. Instead he holds his body up with one hand and uses the other to guide himself into Roger.
Andy has to go slow, pushing in a little and then pulling back. When he’s fully in Roger he sighs and swears before kissing the man. Roger kisses back eagerly, and in no time he’s pushing back against Andy mumbling for him to move. Andy does move slowly, trying to make it last. He isn’t inside of Roger a lot anymore and his desire to savor the moment is a lot stronger than his need to get off.
Roger obviously has different ideas and is forcing Andy into a faster pace. It doesn’t take Andy long to go along with it. Soon Andy is half up on his knees pounding into Roger while the man works his own cock. It doesn’t take long for Roger to orgasm and Andy does seconds after with a low groan.
They stop moving and Andy flops onto Roger trying to catch his breath. Neither moves for a long time. Andy just leaves his head on Roger’s chest listening to his heart beat come down. When it has reached a steady, slow rhythm Andy pulls out and presses against Roger pulling both of them onto their sides.
Roger kisses him, “the bed is going to be a mess.”
“We can wash the sheets later,” Andy kisses him, “don’t ruin the moment Roger.”
A low laugh comes out of the man, “okay Andy. Love you.”
“Me too,” he snuggles up more, “love you too.”
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Part Nine
Roger had finally done it.
He had caused one thought to sink into Andy's head so deep that it couldn't be ignored anymore. It just sat there festering, popping up at the worst times.
Since they had started their dominate submissive games Andy had briefly thought about what it would be like to tie down Roger, and tease him, to make him beg. Recently it had evolved to the point where it took up every single one of his daydreams. The thought was imbedded so deep that he could hear the words, and their pleading tone melting off his boyfriends lips. He could see it in his mind as vividly as if it were happening in front of him. Roger tied down, completely pissed off and gagged, struggling a little, and then finally giving in as an act of total submission. It was a movie that was burned into his brain, replaying constantly.
Submission was dangerous thing to think about though. Andy knew it wasn't something that Roger would ever willingly agree to. It would either get him in more trouble than he could ever imagine, or cause permeant damage to their relationship. Still, he couldn’t figure out why Roger would let him top someone else if he didn’t want the idea planted into Andy's head.
Roger did him in with two words. Ruined him for any other thoughts with just two simple words...
"Punish him."
"What?"
"You didn't hear me?"
"I did, but you want me to," he swallowed hard, "punish him?"
"Well Fishy doesn't take me seriously. Maybe he'll take you seriously."
"Roger I don't..."
"Andy."
Roger eyed him, and Andy knew he had an automatic out of the situation. All he had to do was shake his head no, or mumble out their safe word and it would be over. He just couldn’t bring himself to do either. He just didn't have it in him. This kind of situation was more tempting than he ever thought it would be. Mardy was there on top of the bed positioned face and shoulders down with his ass up in the air. It was one of Roger's favorite positions and now Andy knew why. It was more of a complete offering of every inch of the man’s body than simple sexual position.
When it came down to it Andy just didn't have the will power to say no. Mardy was spread out like some new toy, his body a playground for anything Andy could think of. He needed this, his body needed this, and his mind was starting to as well. He didn't even care if it was some kind of test from Roger that he was about to fail.
"How?"
"It's your choice. You should know what he likes. You know everything else about him."
Jealously? Andy swore he heard it in the words even though Roger's tone was neutral. Nothing else was said, Andy just watched as Roger moved to the other side of the room to sit in his lounge chair. The man was completely naked, and when he sat down he kept his legs spread open. It took most of Andy's self control to keep from crawling over, and wrapping his lips around Roger’s cock.
"Andy you might want to do something soon," as Roger spoke his hand moved over to his erection and he started to stroke it lazily. Andy looked at the red bag across the room, almost examining it, before taking the few long steps across the room to reach it.
As he was pulling a few items out of the bag Roger spoke again, "he's not allowed to come. Not till Tommy wants him to, which might be a long time." Roger smiled making direct eye contact with Mardy.
Making a face of total concentration Andy thought out the situation, and what he wanted to do as he sorted through the duffel bag. Almost suddenly the need to impress both the men in the room with his ability to dominate washed over him. Mardy needed to know who was in control, and that he couldn't get away with his normal stupid shit when they were playing. Roger, the perfect picture of dominance. He needed to see Andy be on top the same way that he always was. This was now a new way for Andy to prove his worth at a game he wanted to keep playing, and he needed to do it well to have it happen again.
Quickly he grabbed a plug, paddle, and lube. Almost dropping each item, he made it across the room to Mardy in record time.
"Calmly."
His head snapped up, "sorry."
"Show me that you can do this right."
He wanted to do it right. This was still an itch he needed to scratch, and he wasn't going to be stopped once he started.
Starting over again with little hesitation Andy grabbed onto the lube squirting the cold gel over Mardy's crack. He watched a shiver pass through his friends body, and smiled to himself. Andy was enjoying his moment. Now, completely feeling the part Andy grabbed onto the plug and ran it teasingly over the trail of lube pressing down every so often. He was well aware that Mardy loved this kind of play, and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Soon Andy was resting the toy at Mardy's hole playfully pushing in, and then letting Mardy's body push the object back out into his hand. Each time more of the toy went in, but it always slipped back out making Mardy breath out little moans.
Finally Andy pushed the toy in enough that it passed the widest part of the object which let it slip into Mardy's body rather than out of it. He watched as his friend clenched around the object moaning and wiggling a little trying to get more contact with anything.
At that point Andy looked over to Roger for some kind of approval. What he saw was enough to let him know that he was doing something right. Roger's eyes were darker than normal and completely clouded. His fingers were firmly wrapped around his cock, and his hand was moving at an obviously slow pace. Andy knew he was trying to avoid coming to soon, but still get the kind of pleasure he wanted.
Roger's eyes moved from Mardy's body up to meet Andy's, and a lazy smile crossed his face. He nodded, and Andy turned back to Mardy blindly grasping for the paddle on the bed.
"Punishment time Mardy."
Andy twisted the plug sharply then without any warning raised his hand, and let it slap down onto Mardy's ass with a loud noise. There was a gasp from Mardy, and the paddle was instantly switched to Andy's right hand and being brought down onto Mardy's ass. Each stroke hit a different spot making almost every inch of Mardy's lower body glow a delicious shade of red.
Once he was satisfied with the color of Mardy's skin, and the volume of his moans Andy dropped the paddle, and grabbed onto the base of the plug. Slowly he started to move it, fucking his friends ass with the object. Mardy's body collapsed forward, flopping down and grinding against the bed.
A loud familiar groan came from across the room. Andy knew that noise and instantly looked up. He was just in time to see Roger's entire body tense up, and his release. A few seconds passed and gradually each muscle in Roger’s body started to unclench, and relax. His eyes popped open and locked onto Andy.
"I made a mess. I think you should come clean it up."
In seconds Andy was on his knees working his way across the floor. It was one mess he wouldn't mind licking up.
"Andy?" Roger snapped his fingers in front of Andy's face pulling him out of his memory.
"Sorry babe," Andy said popping up giving him a quick kiss.
"Where did you just go?"
Andy laughed, "my happy place."
"Are you on your knees there?"
"Roger," Andy laughed and sat up on the couch, "just because it's my happy place doesn't mean it's sexual."
"Yes it does, and that's my happy place," Roger leaned over and gave him a quick peck, "so what is your happy place?"
"Maybe it's you on your knees."
"Yeah okay," Roger rolled his eye, "We have to meet Mardy and Tommy for practice soon."
"What's so bad about the idea of you submitting to me?"
Roger actually looked like he was thinking over the question till a smile spread across his face, "stop trying to mess with me or stall, it's just practice."
"Roger. I'm not," Andy stopped mid sentence and stood up. This wasn't something he wanted to get into before a tournament. He was playing badly enough without being in some kind of fight with Roger.
"You're not what?"
"In the mood to practice."
"You'll be fine it's just us Mardy and Tommy. More fun than work. Plus it's grass."
Andy smiled, "I know babe. Grass is good."
"Want to walk?"
"Tennis fans are everywhere," Andy made a face.
"So what? No one is going to look at us and go, wow there is a gay couple."
"Okay fine, but I was thinking random girls jumping you not being outed," Andy laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Or you. You're the one with the crazy fans."
"I don't know about that Mister number one." Andy teased as they walked out the door.
"This is a good point."
Few words were spoken on the way to the practice court and Andy was thankful that they wouldn't be alone long enough for Roger to ask what was going on in his head. It wasn't that Andy thought Roger was going to be angry or upset at his new fantasy. He just didn't think that Roger would like or take the idea seriously. The prospect of being laughed at wasn't exactly high on his list of wants. Any kind of humiliation wasn't part of their deal, and he could already tell that the idea of submission amused Roger.
"Andy are you okay?"
"Yeah sorry, I'm just thinking a lot right now."
"Dude that means you are not okay."
Andy turned just in time to feel a push to his shoulder that knocked his bag off onto the ground, "fuck off Fish." The retort was followed by a punch to Mardy's shoulder.
"Are we going to play a set or what?" Mardy asked with a smile while rubbing his arm.
"Doubles," Roger called over, "us against you two."
At the same time Mardy and Andy turned towards each other and grinned.
Tennis was always a way for Andy to get out any aggression, excess energy, or stress. It was one of the few things in life that he had always loved without question or reason, and it was that simple. Though it was harder for him to do now, Andy could just block out everything else, and only focus on that neon ball. It was always something that calmed him down. A big part of him hated that he couldn’t always have fun playing anymore. The competition of it all had started to take over, and create more pressure instead of relieve it. That's why he loved these kinds of moments. Tennis was fun, and it was more like when he was younger.
It also reminded him to be thankful that Mardy was back in his life. He owed that to Roger, and in a way Tommy. They couldn't have gotten back to being intimate without Tommy, and they couldn't have gotten back to being friends without Roger. Slowly everything seemed to just keep getting back to a point where he was almost completely content.
"It's starting to rain," Tommy pointed out stopping the point and looking up.
"You're just mad that you're losing. It's not that slick yet," Mardy went to take a step forward and ended up slipping backwards landing on his ass before falling down fully onto his back.
Immediately Andy doubled over laughing, "I thought Tommy was the accident prone one."
"Shut up," Mardy went to stand up and ended up slipping again.
That had Andy on the ground laughing, and a quick look up showed the grin on Tommy's face and Roger trying desperately not to laugh.
"Help me up you asshole."
Andy stood back up, and reached down to help Mardy. Soon both men were on the ground half covered in mud laughing at each other's clumsiness.
"We are morons," Mardy stated getting up onto his knees.
"It's not that slick yet," Andy mocked from his position on his back as it started to downpour.
"Lets get out of here Mar, we'll take a long shower or something," Tommy said reaching out his hand.
Andy laughed, "sex first, no need to waste water and shower twice. Though you could be extra conservative and have sex in the shower, quick sex though."
"Jealous that I'm going to get laid and you’re not?" Mardy nudged Andy’s side with his foot.
"Just thinking about the environment, someone has to care. You and your sex fiend ways are slowly draining the earth of a precious resource." It's said completely over dramatically with Andy placing his hands over his chest.
"You're welcome to come back with us," Tommy offered looking over at Roger then down at Andy.
Andy watched as Roger look around squinting a little before saying something to Tommy in a language he doesn't know. They smiled and Andy felt completely left out. It would have killed his good mood if Mardy hadn't plopped down on top of him to give him a quick little peck goodbye.
"Bye Andy."
"Bye Mardy," Andy kicked up at Mardy's ass as he went to walk away.
As soon as the two were in their car Andy let his eyes drift shut. It was warm enough outside that the cool rain felt good on his skin. He didn't know where Roger went, but it was completely silent other than the rain hitting the ground and trees around him, even the sound of the road was completely hidden. The calmness of the moment let a familiar thought creep back into his head. Roger on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. His perfect hair messed up, half in his face, lips swollen and pouting from overuse.
"Andy."
"Yeah babe?"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm sure, I've just been thinking."
"About what?"
Much to Andy's surprise Roger laid down next to him in the muddy grass, "Rog you're in the mud."
"So are you."
"It's very not you though."
"You're changing the topic."
"I am. We can talk about it after the tournament okay?"
"I'm not going to forget."
"I just want to focus on tennis right now."
"Hey Andy."
"Yeah," Andy turned his head to look at Roger.
"We are going to have sex out here."
"Babe that is not good idea, the road is right there, and we are way way way out in the open."
"Not multiple choice Andy."
"Really Roger," Andy sat up onto his elbows completely worried about this idea. At any second someone could come along and see them. At the moment the consequences of being caught outweighed the kinkiness of having sex in public.
"Take your shirt off."
"Roger."
"Just do it, there is nothing weird about that, it's warm out. It's soaked through anyway."
"Okay."
He trusted Roger completely, and knew that even if this went badly that Roger would be there through everything with him. It was scary, totally and utterly scary for him but an amazing feeling none the less. So, his tee shirt was slowly pulled off, and thrown over to the side.
"Andy you are so good."
"Thank you," he smiled and then jumped as a loud clap of thunder echoed around them.
Roger leaned over and kissed his lips softly, "you like the thunder?" His hand ran down Andy's body and rested lightly on his crotch.
"It's, yeah," Andy arched up into Roger's touch.
"You know the rules babe, hips down."
Andy growled, "let me fuck you."
It was quiet for a second, just long enough for Andy to worry that he said the wrong thing, "someone is a little agressive today." The comment was said with a completely amused tone.
Not answering Andy leaned up and let his lips crash onto Roger's. The Swiss was caught off guard and just let himself be kissed. Andy's teeth went first, capturing Roger's bottom lip so he could suck on it. Then his arm came around to the back of Roger's head pulling him in closer while their tongues started to move against each other. Andy moaned putting his free hand over the one Roger still had resting on his crotch. He pushed down creating the kind of pressure and friction that he really wanted.
Then in one move Roger took back control. His arms went to Andy's shoulders pushing him back down against the grass as a streak of lightening lit up the sky, "be good."
Andy blinked up at Roger and his mouth just hung open. This was the version of Roger that turned him on more than anything else. The man was completely soaked, and his hair was dripping, slightly clumped up from the water, and completely matted in the back from the mud. The look in his eyes was dark and primal, but Andy still wanted to fight back and let his recent thoughts become a reality.
"Be good," Roger repeated then leaned down letting their lips meet. The rain water dripped down his face onto Andy, "if you play by my rules I'll ride you, if not we can go home."
Like almost every other time Andy's body made his choice for him and he was answering Roger before he really knew what he was doing, "I’ll be good."
"Promise?" The question was punctuated by more thunder.
"Yes."
Andy could feel Roger smile against his mouth, "good boy."
Roger licked Andy's lip, and Andy opened his mouth letting it in. This time he laid back against the wet grass, and enjoyed the feeling of Roger caressing and exploring his mouth. It was more seductive than aggressive, and every crack of thunder made the moment that more intense.
Just as the kiss was starting to tease a little too much Roger pulled back and licked his way down Andy's stomach to the waist band of his shorts. Each stroke of his tongue followed a trail of water around almost every exposed inch of Andy's chest. Special attention was paid to each nipple as Roger spent extra time licking and nipping at each one.
Finally Andy felt a swat to his thigh, "up."
His hips were immediately up without a second thought to what his surroundings were, and Roger was pulling his shorts and briefs down around his ankles. Then there was a moment where Roger wasn't touching him at all. Andy took those few seconds to just be overwhelmed by the feeling of the wet, squishy, almost slippery ground under him and the cool rain hitting random points on his body. Soon the various feelings of his surroundings were joined by Roger's fingers trailing up and down his thighs, teasing him.
Thunder boomed out over them and Andy's heart rate went up a little bit. He was suddenly aware that he was fully exposed in the middle of a practice court during a thunder storm with his boyfriend teasing him. It was completely worth giving up control, and more importantly his all consuming fantasy.
"Suck me."
"Ask nicely."
"Roger please, I need to feel your mouth on me. Suck me, please."
Andy was rewarded by the feeling of Roger's tongue running up the underside of his cock. It twitched and Andy's hips went up with a groan.
"That's enough."
"No Roger. More, please."
"You can't be in me if you come in my mouth now can you?" The words were said as Roger straddled Andy's hips.
"No."
Andy's eyes popped open to look over Roger who only removed his own shorts and briefs. His blue shirt was completely soaked through and Andy couldn't think of a time where Roger looked more dishevel.
"Do it please. Now. Roger now please. I need it."
Roger grinned before leaning over to lick the hollow of Andy’s neck, "do not move your hips."
"I promise I won't. Please."
"You've gotten so good at begging," Roger grinned, "almost irresistible."
After a few fumbling moments Andy felt the unfamiliar feeling of entering Roger. The Swiss moaned and clenched heightening the feeling for Andy who was more than happy to just feel Roger's body tightening around him.
"Hard please," Andy moaned out opening his eyes.
He was met with a look of pure lust as Roger started to move up and down at a pace that was a lot slower than what Andy wanted. Instead of pushing his luck, Andy just took a breath, and closed his eyes again. Blindly reaching out Andy groped around until his hand met Roger's cock. It took a few seconds, but Andy matched the pace of his hand to the pace of Roger's body and they moved together in perfect harmony.
Minuets later Roger was speeding up more and more. It was obvious that Roger was close and Andy's body took over his hips thrusting up. In one bold move Andy's hands went to Roger's waist and flipped them over. He wasn't thinking about anything, but getting off and in the quickest way possible. The consequences of his actions didn't even enter his mind.
Roger grabbed onto the sides of Andy's face digging his fingers in. Their tongues met before their lips, and Andy started to thrust again. One of Roger's hands left Andy's face and moved down his own body to get himself off, as the other grabbed a handful of Andy's hair pulling roughly.
That caused a chain reaction. Andy came inside of Roger, and within seconds Roger reached his peak.
Knowing that he didn't make the best choice Andy rolled over, and just watched lazily as Roger’s breathing evened out, and the rain washed the come from his body.
"You are not allowed to come till this tournament is over."
Andy bit back and a laugh and just shook his head. It was completely worth it.