Untitled Bathroom Sex
Title: Untitled Bathroom Sex
Author: Amber
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author note: This is a request by piratesswoop , but also for _runningmascara because she gave me Iker and I told her she could have this. Thank you to liroa15 for the edit. :D
“I missed you,” Fernando states flatly trying not to smile. It's laced with double meanings, and they both know what Fernando is really trying to say: I love you, stop playing lower level tournaments so far away from me.
“I have a phone.” Feli shrugs and looks around the room before taking a small step closer. He needs to be closer. If he can't reach out and touch Fernando then he wants to at least be close enough to know that he could. Knowing had to be enough in the crowded room.
“We should ...” Fernando nods to the restroom.
Feli smiles, “Yeah.”
They walk in silence, trying their best not to grab any attention. Men didn't just go to the bathroom together, that was a chick thing. Still, there was nowhere else they could be alone. It was the bathroom or nothing. Every move they make is deliberate, planned, and slower than Feli wants to go. He just really wants to wrap his arm around Fernando and pull him into the first stall they could find. Then press him up against the wall and fuck him hard. They can't do that, not here, so Feli looks at the ground while Fernando checks the rest of the stalls before slipping into the large handicapped one. With a small sigh Feli goes in after him, locking the door, and leaning back against it.
“Your dad thinks we're fighting.”
“I know.” Fernando shrugs. “Everything just feels really obvious now.”
Feli nods, trying not to move. “We were obvious. Now that we're not, people worry.”
“I did miss you,” Fernando says with a little shy smile looking down.
“Well ...” Feli draws out as he reaches for the waist of Fernando's jeans.
“Feli, not in here, okay?” Fernando sighs.
“The stall door is locked.” Feli's other hand goes out and grabs a hold of Fernando's hip, trying to pull him closer.
“I'm not, not in here.” Fernando shakes his head.
Dropping his hands, Feli checks his watch. “It's five hours til we go back to the hotel. We don't play tomorrow so people will want to hang out, that's another two or three hours on top of the five till we're alone. Or ...”
“Or?” Fernando steps back away from Feli, hitting the wall.
“Or you give up and wrap your legs around me so I can fuck you.”
“If someone comes in they'll know it's us. Like the press, my father, our coaches.” Fernando frowns, but can't help his body reacting to the look in Feli's eyes.
“I don't think any of them know what we sound like when we're having sex.” Feli smiles, and it only takes two quick steps for him to be pressed up against Fernando. “You'll love it.”
“Stop.” Fernando breathes out, his hands at his sides, eyes closing.
“What?” Feli moves his head and places light kisses to Fernando's neck.
“Moving your hips, making me hard. Isn't fair.”
“Can't leave the men's room with a hardon Nando,” Feli teases against his neck.
“I hate you.”
“You love me. I know you do. You'll love it, Nando. Sex in public, anyone could walk in and hear us. Maybe even hear us through the walls. Then we can hold onto it all night till we're alone again. When I can take my time. I'll remind you of this, the noises you didn't want to make. The pout you have right now. How hard you got after one look.”
“Feli just. Just stop asking.”
“Did I just win?” Feli moves his mouth from Fernando's neck to look him in the eyes.
“Only because you got me hard.”
“Win is a win,” Feli mumbles leaning in just enough to kiss Fernando.
Their lips meet and Feli lets out a small sigh. He's been waiting weeks for this, and he doesn't care if it has to be rushed and messy. He needs it, and he knows Fernando needs it. It doesn't matter if it's in a dirty bathroom or not, they both just need the contact.
Feli is sure he's never felt anything better than Fernando's thigh rubbing against his cock while his lips attach themselves to his neck. His hands go right under Fernando's shirt as his hips move slightly against his thigh. Feli's hand traces over one of Fernando's nipples, flicking over it slightly, getting a gasp in return.
“Feli, please.”
It echoes off the porcelain walls, and Feli has his hands down fumbling with Fernando's jeans before the other man is done talking. He doesn't need to be asked twice, once might have even been to much. All he can really do is nod a few times in answer before he leans back in to kiss Fernando.
Feli kisses him slowly, his tongue slipping into Fernando's mouth while his fingers work on the button and zipper of his jeans. They fall to the floor, and Feli gives a satisfied little noise, pausing for a few seconds to get his own pants off. “You're ready for me?”
Fernando moans, kicking one leg out of his jeans and wrapping it around Feli, pulling him closer. “Please.”
“I love how you say that.”
Feli kisses him hard, rocking their bodies together. He grunts and moves his hand spitting in it before grabbing his own cock trying to get it slick enough that it won't hurt Fernando too much. Feli shifts again, grabbing onto Fernando's thigh pulling him closer. Completely lost in the sensations, Fernando groans and moves his hips out, waiting for Feli to figure it out exactly what to do while his hands go up and under the other man's shirt.
He focuses as he pushes in, biting his own lip while watching Fernando's face wince and then finally relax. His lips form a wide O shape, and Feli just can't help himself. He leans in to lick over Fernando's bottom lip before forcing him into a kiss.
They take it slow, trying to enjoy as much as they can, for as long as possible. Feli rocks his hips, holding Fernando's thigh tightly, keeping their bodies locked together as they kiss. Each trying to muffle the other's moans, neither being completely successful.
When it's nearly too much, Feli's fingers dig deep into Fernando's thigh and he breaks the kiss, panting. Their foreheads meet and Feli's eyes lock onto Fernando's as his free hand wraps around his cock. He moves his hand as slowly and deliberately as his hips, still intent on making it last. It takes all of Feli's self control not to lose it right there, but he bits his lip again holding on just long enough to see the change in Fernando's features. When he hears that familiar strangled noise rise from deep in Fernando's throat, he knows it's okay to let go.
Feli reluctantly lets Fernando's leg fall down, his fingers tracing over the marks his nails made as they continue to kiss. He moans slightly, smiling lazily at his lover when they finally break apart.
“You came on my shirt,” Feli notes with a smirk as he moves away just enough to pull up his pants.
Fernando looks over, horrified. “How do we lie about that?”
“I split something.” He shrugs, not really worried. “It's okay.”
“Go wash it out or something.” Fernando frowns.
Feli laughs and kisses him. “Then pull up your pants and help me.”
Fernando shakes his head as Feli slips out and goes to the sinks, wetting a paper towel, hardly trying to clean himself off. He looks to the door just in time to see Fernando's father walk in.
“Is Fernando in here? What are you boys doing?”
“We um...” suddenly Feli feels about thirteen and completely caught in the act, “I split something on my shirt, Nando was helping me clean up then he had to use the toilet.”
On cue the toilet flushes and Fernando walks out. “For the pretty one, he's kind of a slob.”
Fernando's father looks them over and then focuses on his son. “Well, come back out. There is a person who wants to talk to you about some modeling thing.”
Feli can't help but smile a the dirty look Fernando shoots him as the door closes. It was completely worth it.
Author: Amber
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author note: This is a request by piratesswoop , but also for _runningmascara because she gave me Iker and I told her she could have this. Thank you to liroa15 for the edit. :D
“I missed you,” Fernando states flatly trying not to smile. It's laced with double meanings, and they both know what Fernando is really trying to say: I love you, stop playing lower level tournaments so far away from me.
“I have a phone.” Feli shrugs and looks around the room before taking a small step closer. He needs to be closer. If he can't reach out and touch Fernando then he wants to at least be close enough to know that he could. Knowing had to be enough in the crowded room.
“We should ...” Fernando nods to the restroom.
Feli smiles, “Yeah.”
They walk in silence, trying their best not to grab any attention. Men didn't just go to the bathroom together, that was a chick thing. Still, there was nowhere else they could be alone. It was the bathroom or nothing. Every move they make is deliberate, planned, and slower than Feli wants to go. He just really wants to wrap his arm around Fernando and pull him into the first stall they could find. Then press him up against the wall and fuck him hard. They can't do that, not here, so Feli looks at the ground while Fernando checks the rest of the stalls before slipping into the large handicapped one. With a small sigh Feli goes in after him, locking the door, and leaning back against it.
“Your dad thinks we're fighting.”
“I know.” Fernando shrugs. “Everything just feels really obvious now.”
Feli nods, trying not to move. “We were obvious. Now that we're not, people worry.”
“I did miss you,” Fernando says with a little shy smile looking down.
“Well ...” Feli draws out as he reaches for the waist of Fernando's jeans.
“Feli, not in here, okay?” Fernando sighs.
“The stall door is locked.” Feli's other hand goes out and grabs a hold of Fernando's hip, trying to pull him closer.
“I'm not, not in here.” Fernando shakes his head.
Dropping his hands, Feli checks his watch. “It's five hours til we go back to the hotel. We don't play tomorrow so people will want to hang out, that's another two or three hours on top of the five till we're alone. Or ...”
“Or?” Fernando steps back away from Feli, hitting the wall.
“Or you give up and wrap your legs around me so I can fuck you.”
“If someone comes in they'll know it's us. Like the press, my father, our coaches.” Fernando frowns, but can't help his body reacting to the look in Feli's eyes.
“I don't think any of them know what we sound like when we're having sex.” Feli smiles, and it only takes two quick steps for him to be pressed up against Fernando. “You'll love it.”
“Stop.” Fernando breathes out, his hands at his sides, eyes closing.
“What?” Feli moves his head and places light kisses to Fernando's neck.
“Moving your hips, making me hard. Isn't fair.”
“Can't leave the men's room with a hardon Nando,” Feli teases against his neck.
“I hate you.”
“You love me. I know you do. You'll love it, Nando. Sex in public, anyone could walk in and hear us. Maybe even hear us through the walls. Then we can hold onto it all night till we're alone again. When I can take my time. I'll remind you of this, the noises you didn't want to make. The pout you have right now. How hard you got after one look.”
“Feli just. Just stop asking.”
“Did I just win?” Feli moves his mouth from Fernando's neck to look him in the eyes.
“Only because you got me hard.”
“Win is a win,” Feli mumbles leaning in just enough to kiss Fernando.
Their lips meet and Feli lets out a small sigh. He's been waiting weeks for this, and he doesn't care if it has to be rushed and messy. He needs it, and he knows Fernando needs it. It doesn't matter if it's in a dirty bathroom or not, they both just need the contact.
Feli is sure he's never felt anything better than Fernando's thigh rubbing against his cock while his lips attach themselves to his neck. His hands go right under Fernando's shirt as his hips move slightly against his thigh. Feli's hand traces over one of Fernando's nipples, flicking over it slightly, getting a gasp in return.
“Feli, please.”
It echoes off the porcelain walls, and Feli has his hands down fumbling with Fernando's jeans before the other man is done talking. He doesn't need to be asked twice, once might have even been to much. All he can really do is nod a few times in answer before he leans back in to kiss Fernando.
Feli kisses him slowly, his tongue slipping into Fernando's mouth while his fingers work on the button and zipper of his jeans. They fall to the floor, and Feli gives a satisfied little noise, pausing for a few seconds to get his own pants off. “You're ready for me?”
Fernando moans, kicking one leg out of his jeans and wrapping it around Feli, pulling him closer. “Please.”
“I love how you say that.”
Feli kisses him hard, rocking their bodies together. He grunts and moves his hand spitting in it before grabbing his own cock trying to get it slick enough that it won't hurt Fernando too much. Feli shifts again, grabbing onto Fernando's thigh pulling him closer. Completely lost in the sensations, Fernando groans and moves his hips out, waiting for Feli to figure it out exactly what to do while his hands go up and under the other man's shirt.
He focuses as he pushes in, biting his own lip while watching Fernando's face wince and then finally relax. His lips form a wide O shape, and Feli just can't help himself. He leans in to lick over Fernando's bottom lip before forcing him into a kiss.
They take it slow, trying to enjoy as much as they can, for as long as possible. Feli rocks his hips, holding Fernando's thigh tightly, keeping their bodies locked together as they kiss. Each trying to muffle the other's moans, neither being completely successful.
When it's nearly too much, Feli's fingers dig deep into Fernando's thigh and he breaks the kiss, panting. Their foreheads meet and Feli's eyes lock onto Fernando's as his free hand wraps around his cock. He moves his hand as slowly and deliberately as his hips, still intent on making it last. It takes all of Feli's self control not to lose it right there, but he bits his lip again holding on just long enough to see the change in Fernando's features. When he hears that familiar strangled noise rise from deep in Fernando's throat, he knows it's okay to let go.
Feli reluctantly lets Fernando's leg fall down, his fingers tracing over the marks his nails made as they continue to kiss. He moans slightly, smiling lazily at his lover when they finally break apart.
“You came on my shirt,” Feli notes with a smirk as he moves away just enough to pull up his pants.
Fernando looks over, horrified. “How do we lie about that?”
“I split something.” He shrugs, not really worried. “It's okay.”
“Go wash it out or something.” Fernando frowns.
Feli laughs and kisses him. “Then pull up your pants and help me.”
Fernando shakes his head as Feli slips out and goes to the sinks, wetting a paper towel, hardly trying to clean himself off. He looks to the door just in time to see Fernando's father walk in.
“Is Fernando in here? What are you boys doing?”
“We um...” suddenly Feli feels about thirteen and completely caught in the act, “I split something on my shirt, Nando was helping me clean up then he had to use the toilet.”
On cue the toilet flushes and Fernando walks out. “For the pretty one, he's kind of a slob.”
Fernando's father looks them over and then focuses on his son. “Well, come back out. There is a person who wants to talk to you about some modeling thing.”
Feli can't help but smile a the dirty look Fernando shoots him as the door closes. It was completely worth it.