Fantasy
Title: Fantasy
Author: Amber
Rating: R
Pairing: Roger Federer/anyone you want
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author Note: This is actually owed to carolina30363
Roger slipped into the hotel room, his heart racing. He was hard as a rock, and it was starting to take over his better judgment.
As an adult, he rationally knew that he shouldn't be getting himself off to outlandish, and unrealistic fantasies every moment of free time he had. Though, right now, those fantasies were the only thing getting him off. Well, those and his hand. The two really did make an excellent combination.
He moved into the bathroom locking the door behind him as he quickly started up the shower.
It had all started mildly. He zoned out looking at, well, someone's mouth, and it quickly morphed into kissing his lips. Yes, his, as in another man. Roger knew not listening to people was going to screw him over someday, but he didn't think it would be this literally. Then again it was a ridiculous fantasy, he was never going to be kissing any men, never mind that one. Still, it was the only thing taking him over the edge these days.
He nearly fell getting into the shower, but caught and steadied himself with one hand on the wall. His head automatically went down under the water. His hair stuck to his face as the water ran down his back while his free hand traveled down his body. All the sensations worked together relaxing his body enough so that he could completely let go and enjoy his thoughts.
That was when the fantasy started to play in his mind. It was always slow at first, with kissing, and exploring hands. Then everything sped up. The softer touches turned to grabbing, and the kissing became frantic. All the moves he made were right, and got just the noises he wanted. Maybe it because he was a man too, or maybe Roger was just that amazing in this fantasy. It was his after all.
By that point his hand was gripping at his cock tightly, and moving up and down in rough strokes. It's all about getting there as fast as possible, and most of the time the rougher the faster.
He made it up as he went, because he honestly didn't know what a cock pressed up against his own would feel like. All he knew was that it was amazing in his head so maybe it wouldn't really be so bad in real life. If he could get the owner of those lips to be the person pressed against him like he's imaging then it could be really perfect.
Then the perfect fantasy bubble burst.
The hotel room door slammed shut, and Roger jumped back out of the shower panicking a little even though he knows Mirka' can't read his mind or see through walls.
Roger walked out of the bathroom, towel held tight around his waist, erection still evident, but shrinking.
“Ready for me Roger?”
He wanted to say yes, really wanted to, but he could never have her so soon after thinking about another man.
“No, I have an early match. Sorry.”
He kissed her cheek smiling his best smile before he slipped into bed wondering just who's lips he'll be dreaming of.
Author: Amber
Rating: R
Pairing: Roger Federer/anyone you want
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author Note: This is actually owed to carolina30363
Roger slipped into the hotel room, his heart racing. He was hard as a rock, and it was starting to take over his better judgment.
As an adult, he rationally knew that he shouldn't be getting himself off to outlandish, and unrealistic fantasies every moment of free time he had. Though, right now, those fantasies were the only thing getting him off. Well, those and his hand. The two really did make an excellent combination.
He moved into the bathroom locking the door behind him as he quickly started up the shower.
It had all started mildly. He zoned out looking at, well, someone's mouth, and it quickly morphed into kissing his lips. Yes, his, as in another man. Roger knew not listening to people was going to screw him over someday, but he didn't think it would be this literally. Then again it was a ridiculous fantasy, he was never going to be kissing any men, never mind that one. Still, it was the only thing taking him over the edge these days.
He nearly fell getting into the shower, but caught and steadied himself with one hand on the wall. His head automatically went down under the water. His hair stuck to his face as the water ran down his back while his free hand traveled down his body. All the sensations worked together relaxing his body enough so that he could completely let go and enjoy his thoughts.
That was when the fantasy started to play in his mind. It was always slow at first, with kissing, and exploring hands. Then everything sped up. The softer touches turned to grabbing, and the kissing became frantic. All the moves he made were right, and got just the noises he wanted. Maybe it because he was a man too, or maybe Roger was just that amazing in this fantasy. It was his after all.
By that point his hand was gripping at his cock tightly, and moving up and down in rough strokes. It's all about getting there as fast as possible, and most of the time the rougher the faster.
He made it up as he went, because he honestly didn't know what a cock pressed up against his own would feel like. All he knew was that it was amazing in his head so maybe it wouldn't really be so bad in real life. If he could get the owner of those lips to be the person pressed against him like he's imaging then it could be really perfect.
Then the perfect fantasy bubble burst.
The hotel room door slammed shut, and Roger jumped back out of the shower panicking a little even though he knows Mirka' can't read his mind or see through walls.
Roger walked out of the bathroom, towel held tight around his waist, erection still evident, but shrinking.
“Ready for me Roger?”
He wanted to say yes, really wanted to, but he could never have her so soon after thinking about another man.
“No, I have an early match. Sorry.”
He kissed her cheek smiling his best smile before he slipped into bed wondering just who's lips he'll be dreaming of.