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Title: Room at the End of the World
Author: liroa15
Recipient:scrittorello
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. In fact, nothing in this fic belongs to me. It is not true. I made it all up. It’s lies. You getting the picture?
Fandom: Tennis RPF
Pairing: David Ferrer/Tommy Robredo
Prompt: Hot chocolate and cold noses
Rating: PG-15
A.N: For the Valentine’s Day Challenge at tennisslash.
~
David has never considered himself a romantic person, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t agree with the premise behind Valentine’s Day anyway. After all, if you love someone, you should tell them every day, not wait for one day in the entire year. So, basically, David’s got no use for Valentine’s Day on the whole, and he’s never really mentioned it to Tommy. To be fair, Tommy’s never mentioned it to him either, so David had just sort of assumed that Tommy shared his views on the holiday.
In retrospect, David really should have asked Tommy about his feelings on Valentine’s Day because now it’s the Friday before Valentine’s Day, and when he’d woken up this morning, expecting to find Tommy beside him, he’d found only an empty bed and driving directions to a ski resort in Andorra. Tommy’s not answering his mobile either, so David really doesn’t have much of a choice but to go and see what Tommy has planned.
The drive from Barcelona (where David had been staying with Tommy) to Andorra takes about three hours. He pays the tolls without complaint and spares a thought to the fact that the weather really has been unseasonably cold lately. It looks beautiful outside his window though; the mountains are covered in snow, and the radio is playing soft music. Over all, it’s pretty relaxing. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea Tommy’s ever had in his life, but David’s still pretty sure it would be better if Tommy were sitting beside him, and he intends to tell Tommy as much as soon as he gets to Andorra.
The directions are to a quaint ski lodge, one David can easily imagine appearing in half a dozen different Hollywood films, probably masquerading as Switzerland or something.
David parks his car and checks in without any problem. Clearly, the staff at this place is used to this sort of behaviour. Also, there’s probably a lot of romantic getaways planned over this weekend.
The room is nice, and the view of the mountains is amazing. David snaps a quick picture on his mobile and sends it to Tommy, maybe as proof that he’s here. Then he goes and takes a long, hot shower. The drive wasn’t unbearably long, but three hours in a car is still three hours in a car, and David is happy enough to be able to wash all that away.
Tommy is waiting for him on the bed when he finally exits the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist and a cloud of steam following after him.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” David says, running a hand through his still damp hair.
“I know,” Tommy agrees. “It’s just … we’re probably not going to have the opportunity to spend another Valentine’s Day together anytime soon, what with all the travelling and the tournaments and everything. I just figured, why not?”
David smiles a little because Tommy wanted to do something with him-for him- and that’s actually really sweet. “How did you hide the fact you’re a secret romantic for so long?”
Tommy blushes a little. “I just thought it would be nice. Obviously, we can’t go skiing, but I thought it still might be fun to get away for a little while. I booked this room for the weekend.”
David grins. “There a few things about this room I kind of want to explore,” he says, trying to make it sound dirty.
“Oh, really?” Tommy teases. “Like what?”
In answer, David drops the towel.
~
They sleep late the next morning. It’s not like they have to get up early for anything, and it’s sort of nice just to stay in bed and feel the warmth of Tommy’s soft skin beneath his hands. Eventually, though, they have to get up because Tommy wants to go exploring.
“Javi will kill me if I even try skiing,” David grumbles as he pulls on his jacket. Truth is, he’d rather like to try skiing with Tommy. He thinks the barcelones might be rather good at it. Tommy’s rather good at most sports, and David enjoys watching him.
Tommy rolls his eyes. “I know that, Ferru. I thought we could, I don’t know, go walking? See what’s out there?”
It turns out that what’s out there is mostly a lot of snow. (And even more people playing in the snow.) It’s not unbearably cold though, and there’s no wind, so it’s not too much of a hardship to walk through the snow, even though his feet go numb after a little while.
Tommy smiles at him and as they walk. For the moment, David can pretend no one is going to come up and ask for an autograph, and he’s just a normal guy walking with his boyfriend on a romantic vacation. Almost as if Tommy can read his mind, the barcelones reaches out and grabs David’s hand, intertwining their fingers. They walk like that until the cold gets to be too much on David’s fingers, and he pulls his hand back to tuck it into his pocket.
They’ve probably been walking for the better part of an hour in silence, and David’s starting to feel pretty cold and tired despite the relatively mild weather. “Can we go back now?” he asks.
“Already?” Tommy teases.
David resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah. My nose is cold.”
“Well, if your nose is cold,” Tommy laughs. This time, David doesn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, but that only makes Tommy laugh harder.
Just before they get back to the lodge, Tommy trots over to a small snow bank. David doesn’t think anything of it because, well, the lodge is right there, and David’s looking forward to going inside and getting warm. Maybe he’ll even get some hot chocolate from room service, even though Javi would probably say that there’s no room in his diet for hot chocolate. He’s on vacation, sort of. That’s totally the only excuse he needs for hot chocolate.
The fact he’s thinking about hot chocolate is the only reason he doesn’t see Tommy coming with a handful of snow. He definitely feels it though, mostly because Tommy shoves it down the back of his shirt, and the snow melts its way down David’s spine while he spits curses at his boyfriend. And gathers a handful of snow of his own because this is definitely not the sort of thing he can let pass without retribution.
By the time they finally make it into the lodge, David’s fingers are so cold he can’t even feel them, there’s snow in his hair, and the back of his shirt is cold and damp from all the melted snow that’s been shoved down his shirt.
“Javi’s going to kill you if I get a cold,” he tells Tommy petulantly as the pile into the elevator.
“I’ll just have to make sure to warm you up then, won’t I?” Tommy replies.
David smirks as they step off the elevator. “Maybe. I’m going to take a shower to get warm because someone decided to try and stuff half a mountain’s worth of snow down my shirt. Why don’t you phone down to room service and order us some hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate?” Tommy demands, inserting his key into their door and pushing the door open. It clicks in a very satisfying manner behind them.
David pulls his shirt off on the way to the bathroom and lets it fall on the floor. He’ll pick it up later. “That’s what I said, Tommy,” he agrees, undoing his belt and pushing his somewhat soggy jeans and underwear down too. “And maybe if you’re good, you’ll get another treat before the end of the day.”
David closes the bathroom door behind him, but he can’t stop the smile-more of a smirk really-that spread across his face when he hears Tommy on the phone with room service.
This is going to be a great weekend. He’ll have to think of an appropriate way to thank Tommy for thinking of it later tonight. Feli once told him that blowjobs were like flowers for men, and David’s always liked the noises Tommy makes just before he comes.
fin.
Notes:
1. The title and cut line are from “Room @ the End of the World” by Matt Nathanson. The song really has nothing to do with the fic, but I was listening to it while I wrote and couldn’t really come up with another title.
2. According to Google Maps, the quickest route from Barcelona to Andorra is on the E-9, there are tolls, and the drive takes 2 hours and 54 minutes. If any of this is incorrect, blame Google.
3. My prompt was “hot chocolate and cold noses,” so I hope it’s lived up to the prompt and the recipient enjoys it. I tried my best.
Author: liroa15
Recipient:scrittorello
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. In fact, nothing in this fic belongs to me. It is not true. I made it all up. It’s lies. You getting the picture?
Fandom: Tennis RPF
Pairing: David Ferrer/Tommy Robredo
Prompt: Hot chocolate and cold noses
Rating: PG-15
A.N: For the Valentine’s Day Challenge at tennisslash.
~
David has never considered himself a romantic person, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t agree with the premise behind Valentine’s Day anyway. After all, if you love someone, you should tell them every day, not wait for one day in the entire year. So, basically, David’s got no use for Valentine’s Day on the whole, and he’s never really mentioned it to Tommy. To be fair, Tommy’s never mentioned it to him either, so David had just sort of assumed that Tommy shared his views on the holiday.
In retrospect, David really should have asked Tommy about his feelings on Valentine’s Day because now it’s the Friday before Valentine’s Day, and when he’d woken up this morning, expecting to find Tommy beside him, he’d found only an empty bed and driving directions to a ski resort in Andorra. Tommy’s not answering his mobile either, so David really doesn’t have much of a choice but to go and see what Tommy has planned.
The drive from Barcelona (where David had been staying with Tommy) to Andorra takes about three hours. He pays the tolls without complaint and spares a thought to the fact that the weather really has been unseasonably cold lately. It looks beautiful outside his window though; the mountains are covered in snow, and the radio is playing soft music. Over all, it’s pretty relaxing. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea Tommy’s ever had in his life, but David’s still pretty sure it would be better if Tommy were sitting beside him, and he intends to tell Tommy as much as soon as he gets to Andorra.
The directions are to a quaint ski lodge, one David can easily imagine appearing in half a dozen different Hollywood films, probably masquerading as Switzerland or something.
David parks his car and checks in without any problem. Clearly, the staff at this place is used to this sort of behaviour. Also, there’s probably a lot of romantic getaways planned over this weekend.
The room is nice, and the view of the mountains is amazing. David snaps a quick picture on his mobile and sends it to Tommy, maybe as proof that he’s here. Then he goes and takes a long, hot shower. The drive wasn’t unbearably long, but three hours in a car is still three hours in a car, and David is happy enough to be able to wash all that away.
Tommy is waiting for him on the bed when he finally exits the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist and a cloud of steam following after him.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” David says, running a hand through his still damp hair.
“I know,” Tommy agrees. “It’s just … we’re probably not going to have the opportunity to spend another Valentine’s Day together anytime soon, what with all the travelling and the tournaments and everything. I just figured, why not?”
David smiles a little because Tommy wanted to do something with him-for him- and that’s actually really sweet. “How did you hide the fact you’re a secret romantic for so long?”
Tommy blushes a little. “I just thought it would be nice. Obviously, we can’t go skiing, but I thought it still might be fun to get away for a little while. I booked this room for the weekend.”
David grins. “There a few things about this room I kind of want to explore,” he says, trying to make it sound dirty.
“Oh, really?” Tommy teases. “Like what?”
In answer, David drops the towel.
~
They sleep late the next morning. It’s not like they have to get up early for anything, and it’s sort of nice just to stay in bed and feel the warmth of Tommy’s soft skin beneath his hands. Eventually, though, they have to get up because Tommy wants to go exploring.
“Javi will kill me if I even try skiing,” David grumbles as he pulls on his jacket. Truth is, he’d rather like to try skiing with Tommy. He thinks the barcelones might be rather good at it. Tommy’s rather good at most sports, and David enjoys watching him.
Tommy rolls his eyes. “I know that, Ferru. I thought we could, I don’t know, go walking? See what’s out there?”
It turns out that what’s out there is mostly a lot of snow. (And even more people playing in the snow.) It’s not unbearably cold though, and there’s no wind, so it’s not too much of a hardship to walk through the snow, even though his feet go numb after a little while.
Tommy smiles at him and as they walk. For the moment, David can pretend no one is going to come up and ask for an autograph, and he’s just a normal guy walking with his boyfriend on a romantic vacation. Almost as if Tommy can read his mind, the barcelones reaches out and grabs David’s hand, intertwining their fingers. They walk like that until the cold gets to be too much on David’s fingers, and he pulls his hand back to tuck it into his pocket.
They’ve probably been walking for the better part of an hour in silence, and David’s starting to feel pretty cold and tired despite the relatively mild weather. “Can we go back now?” he asks.
“Already?” Tommy teases.
David resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah. My nose is cold.”
“Well, if your nose is cold,” Tommy laughs. This time, David doesn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, but that only makes Tommy laugh harder.
Just before they get back to the lodge, Tommy trots over to a small snow bank. David doesn’t think anything of it because, well, the lodge is right there, and David’s looking forward to going inside and getting warm. Maybe he’ll even get some hot chocolate from room service, even though Javi would probably say that there’s no room in his diet for hot chocolate. He’s on vacation, sort of. That’s totally the only excuse he needs for hot chocolate.
The fact he’s thinking about hot chocolate is the only reason he doesn’t see Tommy coming with a handful of snow. He definitely feels it though, mostly because Tommy shoves it down the back of his shirt, and the snow melts its way down David’s spine while he spits curses at his boyfriend. And gathers a handful of snow of his own because this is definitely not the sort of thing he can let pass without retribution.
By the time they finally make it into the lodge, David’s fingers are so cold he can’t even feel them, there’s snow in his hair, and the back of his shirt is cold and damp from all the melted snow that’s been shoved down his shirt.
“Javi’s going to kill you if I get a cold,” he tells Tommy petulantly as the pile into the elevator.
“I’ll just have to make sure to warm you up then, won’t I?” Tommy replies.
David smirks as they step off the elevator. “Maybe. I’m going to take a shower to get warm because someone decided to try and stuff half a mountain’s worth of snow down my shirt. Why don’t you phone down to room service and order us some hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate?” Tommy demands, inserting his key into their door and pushing the door open. It clicks in a very satisfying manner behind them.
David pulls his shirt off on the way to the bathroom and lets it fall on the floor. He’ll pick it up later. “That’s what I said, Tommy,” he agrees, undoing his belt and pushing his somewhat soggy jeans and underwear down too. “And maybe if you’re good, you’ll get another treat before the end of the day.”
David closes the bathroom door behind him, but he can’t stop the smile-more of a smirk really-that spread across his face when he hears Tommy on the phone with room service.
This is going to be a great weekend. He’ll have to think of an appropriate way to thank Tommy for thinking of it later tonight. Feli once told him that blowjobs were like flowers for men, and David’s always liked the noises Tommy makes just before he comes.
fin.
Notes:
1. The title and cut line are from “Room @ the End of the World” by Matt Nathanson. The song really has nothing to do with the fic, but I was listening to it while I wrote and couldn’t really come up with another title.
2. According to Google Maps, the quickest route from Barcelona to Andorra is on the E-9, there are tolls, and the drive takes 2 hours and 54 minutes. If any of this is incorrect, blame Google.
3. My prompt was “hot chocolate and cold noses,” so I hope it’s lived up to the prompt and the recipient enjoys it. I tried my best.