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Title: Not About Chocolate
Author: shana0809
Recipient: caaare
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Jurgen Melzer/Philipp Petzchner; implied Jurgen Melzer/Iveta Benesova
Prompt: One of them hates Valentine’s Day; the other shows him it doesn’t have to be so bad in an original way
Rating: R
A.N: For liroa15's Valentine's Day Challenge.
Philipp isn't surprised by the fact Jurgen doesn't put much stock in Valentine's Day. For the Austrian, with more than a couple failed relationships behind him, Valentine's Day has long lost its shine. It appears to be nothing more than a capitalist holiday designed to boost the sale of chocolate and flowers between Christmas and Easter.
Jurgen's cynical attitude poses a bit of a problem for Philipp. He's not entirely sure how to go about showing Jurgen that Valentine's Day still has some magic left to it. Last Valentine's Day, this was all too new for Philipp to be sure if it was his place to try anything, but this year is different.
They've won another doubles title, and they're closer now. He knows Jurgen better than before. Jurgen's going to have to learn that Philipp's not like everyone else with whom he's either fucked around or dated. He doesn't need all the same barriers with Philipp, and every time he tries to put them up, it totally fucks up their game. They lose matches they shouldn't. It doesn't really matter to Philipp if they end up playing each other in singles once in a while, but it does matter when Jurgen sabotages their doubles performance in some misguided protective effort.
Gonzalez and Kas are the perfect example of Jurgen's fears getting in the way of a good thing. And, really, it's got to stop if they're going to win anything else or Philipp's going to keep his sanity.
For the plan that's been building in his head to work, he's going to need help, but he's all right with that. He knows exactly who to ask.
Iveta's always more than willing to help with a plan involving Jurgen, especially if she'll get to mock him about it later. She loves Jurgen too, and that's the only reason Philipp is okay with sharing Jurgen with her. Though, really, it's not like he could stop the other man.
Neither one of them wants to control Jurgen, fence him in, or change him. They just want him to be happy. And Philipp thinks they make Jurgen happy.
Most of the time.
When Valentine's Day isn't a consideration.
Zagreb is tough, in more than one way. Watching Jurgen qualify is difficult, and losing to him in the first round is worse. Watching him play doubles with Peya certainly doesn't help. It does give him more time to plan, which he uses while he laughs at Jurgen's increasingly frustrated expressions.
All Jurgen’s friends on tour-a lot of them are Philipp's friends too-want to know what Jurgen has planned for his first Valentine's Day with Iveta. Everyone's curious and eager to see just how far Jurgen will go to make it work this time. What's Jurgen willing to do for his new girl?
Philipp's been quietly helping the pressure along. Jurgen's been shutting him out, which means it's open season on annoying him.
Every time someone asks about it, he can see Jurgen tense up and bite his tongue. He doesn't want to be rude and make trouble, but it also doesn't make it a question his partner is willing to answer.
Jurgen dodges questions, and Philipp uses his partner's distraction and distance to plan. He uses Dewi to relay messages to Iveta. He manages to arrange for Iveta to be in Rotterdam on February 14th. It fucks around with her scheduling, but she's willing to let it go. She's the first alternate at Qatar when they're planning, and Philipp is a little humbled by how far she's willing to go for Jurgen. Humbled and shocked as he never expected her to put her career on hold for even a second.
Jurgen is very lucky. Iveta is obviously amazing and giving, and she looks like she'd be awesome in bed. Philipp knows he and Jurgen make an amazing team, and he's never had any complaints from the other man.
They have a fairly simple plan. Iveta will take Jurgen out and show him a good evening, then she'll drop Jurgen off at his room, and Philipp will be responsible for showing him a good time.
It's a perfect plan. At least, he thinks so.
They've finished practice. Jurgen's not playing this tournament, and Philipp's really surprised he agreed to come at all. He's been grouchy since Zagreb, and this week isn't any different. Today, though, it makes sense.
It's Valentine's Day, and Philipp has ensured that Jurgen hears about nothing but Iveta all day. He may actually owe some people money for this. Even their coaches, physios, and everyone down to the racquet stringer have had something to say to Jurgen.
Philipp's managed to contain his laughter to one outburst, but Jurgen's still looking more than a little pissed off. Having people laugh at him is never been something Jurgen handles well. His interactions with the crowd are proof enough for that.
Philipp hopes Iveta is up to dealing with Jurgen's mood. Jurgen's the definition of a moody bitch as far as Philipp's concerned. At least when he's upset.
And maybe 40% of the rest of the time.
Jurgen's moodiness can be endearing, because Jurgen can project his mood outward well enough that someone can practically share it, but it only stays endearing for a moment or two. Then it starts to get tiresome. Not that Jurgen would ever let something as trivial as that stop him.
Iveta appears by the fence as Philipp is shoving the last of his racquets into his bag. He can tell she's there because Jurgen's whole body tenses, but there's a smile on his face all of a sudden. It's like he lights up from the inside out. Philipp's a little bit jealous because he's never made Jurgen do that.
He was right to involve Iveta if that's that reaction though. He already knew that, of course, but it's always nice to have things confirmed.
Philipp finds his own way back to the hotel without having to be asked. It was quite obvious to everyone from the moment Jurgen joined Iveta at the fence, Philipp was on his own. He takes his time heading back. He and Jurgen don't share a room at this tournament, but they are in the same hallway, and Philipp definitely doesn't need to hear the type of noises he suspects will be coming out Jurgen's room right now.
He picks up the key card Iveta left at the front desk for him. Philipp's original thought had been to use his own room, but Iveta and Dewi outvoted him because Jurgen's room would make for a better surprise.
He waits, a little nervous, trying not to pace back and forth, checking and rechecking to make sure he has everything he needs, and running through and discarding various ideas as too cliché or just not Jurgen enough.
He's got two hours, according to their plan, to settle on an idea, and make it happen. He's not sure how he's going to manage it, because he hasn't even been able to pick an idea for more than five minutes, and he's got the pieces for like twenty packed into a spare tennis bag.
If he screws this up, Dewi will never let him live it down as it's the one part he insisted on doing himself. He doesn't want to do too much. He doesn't think flowers and candles are Jurgen's thing any more than they are his, so he decides on simple.
He turns the bed down, makes sure he has condoms and lube on the bedside table, picks up a lot of Jurgen's tennis shit because he obviously didn't care where stuff ended up when he got back to his room, places an order to room service for the most decadent chocolate cake on the menu and lots of beer.
He'll let Iveta show Jurgen a good time with fancy dinners and wine and romance. He'll show Jurgen a good time in his own way.
The room is as clean as he's willing to make it, the room service is delivered, set up, and the bus boy tipped, and Philipp's managed to find some decent Champions’ League football on to watch while he waits for Iveta to do her part.
They're late though.
Iveta gave him a time to be ready by, and it's come and gone. He sort of should have expected them to be late. They're that caught up in each other right now. It's sort of sickly sweet because they've already been together almost a year. Still, he privately wishes Iveta had stuck to the schedule. The beer is going to get warm.
Finally, he can hear Jurgen's voice talking with Iveta just outside his door. Philipp can only hope Iveta remembers the plan at all. If she walks in kissing Jurgen or plastered to him, this is going to be slightly more than awkward. It'd totally kill the mood. Maybe even bury it.
He can hear Iveta's voice, answering Jurgen, and he hopes she's trying to extricate herself from the situation without looking too suspicious. If Jurgen is feeling amorous, that might be a little hard to do.
The door opens, after what feels like forever, and Jurgen slides inside. He looks disappointed to start, which means the bout of sex from this afternoon obviously wasn't enough for him, but his eyes widen comically at the subtle transformation Philipp has wrought in his room.
"Petzsche?"
"Jojo? Should I be worried? There are other men you expect to find in your room? Happy Valentine's Day, by the way. And would it kill you to pick up after yourself?"
He's rambling, and he knows it. Jurgen's eyes go a little wide as he looks around and realizes that Philipp picked up his shit. He tries not to fidget as Jurgen looks around and says nothing.
Finally, he can't take it any longer. "I didn't think flower petals and scented candles were really the sort of thing that belonged between us."
Jurgen snorts. "Yeah, you got that right." He lifts the cover off the rooms service and chuckles. "Yeah, you know me too well. This is about the only chocolate I want to see today. It's a stupid holiday."
Philipp shrugs, a little hurt. "I wanted you to have a good Valentine's Day. I know you don't think much of the holiday, but I wanted to show you it could still be special if you let it. Not like it had to be a big thing, but it could still be good."
Jurgen's got this funny half smile on his lips. "How'd you get my room key?"
Philipp tries not to turn bright red. "Iveta left it for me down at reception."
"Iveta was in on this?"
"Of course. I started talking to her about it just after we lost to Gonzalez and Kas down in Australia. We needed some time to get everything together, figure out what we were going to do, the schedules and what not, and make sure it would all work properly. Her being first alternate at Qatar nearly ended it, but she said she'd work around it. Something about it being worth it to see your grumpy ass smile."
"Well, you ordered my favourite beer, a good chocolate cake, cleaned up my room, and brought condoms and lube. I'm being to see the appeal of this holiday."
Philipp grins and hands over a beer. "I should warn you, they're probably warm. She didn't exactly stay with the timeline we set up. So you want football or sex now?"
Jurgen gives him an incredulous look. "Did you sniff one too many of those aromatherapy candles in your planning, Petzsche?"
"That'd be football and then sex because I've started watching this match while waiting for you to show up, and now you can just wait."
The look Jurgen gives him is the funniest thing he's seen... ever.
"Eat your cake, Jurgen. The beer's warm, but pass one over here. That cake looks good, and if you'd been any later, I'd have eaten it. This would have been one of the few occasions my trainer wouldn't have given me shit for it."
Jurgen grins and grabs a fork. "You want some? Come get it." He sticks the fork into the cake and comes away with an obscene fork full of chocolate.
"Well, you'd have to pass me a fork, Jurgen."
"There's a fork right here, Petzsche. You want it, come get it."
"I want something for sure, and the cake's just the start of it."
"Oh, you think you're getting sex tonight?"
"I know I am. I also think you still need to pass me a beer."
Jurgen grins, and it's actually care free and happy. It takes Philipp's breath away a little, not that he'd ever admit it. He waves the fork through the air, and Philipp's sure the cake is bound to fall off. "Shut up, and enjoy your cake, Romeo."
Philipp reaches out and grabs the fork from Jurgen's hands before his partner fully clues into what he's doing. He eats the giant fork full of cake, despite the fact it's too big to be one bite, just to piss Jurgen off.
"That was my cake," Jurgen damn near whines.
Philipp shrugs and swallows. "Mine now."
Jurgen grins, reaches out, and pulls Philipp in close to him. Philipp lets himself be pulled, moving easily into the smaller man's arms, and when Jurgen presses their mouths together, he's more than willing to participate.
When they break apart, Jurgen is slightly pink. "That's one type of chocolate they could sell me for any holiday," he murmurs.
"Oh?" Philipp's feeling a little slow because he has no idea what the hell Jurgen's talking about.
"Chocolate with Petzsche. Though I don't want them selling it to anyone else. It's all for me."
Philipp groans. "You're horrible. That's not funny, Jurgen. You're really not funny."
"Shut me up then. You're the one that planned all of this out, after all."
Philipp can work with that. Philipp can so work with that.
Fini.
Author: shana0809
Recipient: caaare
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Jurgen Melzer/Philipp Petzchner; implied Jurgen Melzer/Iveta Benesova
Prompt: One of them hates Valentine’s Day; the other shows him it doesn’t have to be so bad in an original way
Rating: R
A.N: For liroa15's Valentine's Day Challenge.
Philipp isn't surprised by the fact Jurgen doesn't put much stock in Valentine's Day. For the Austrian, with more than a couple failed relationships behind him, Valentine's Day has long lost its shine. It appears to be nothing more than a capitalist holiday designed to boost the sale of chocolate and flowers between Christmas and Easter.
Jurgen's cynical attitude poses a bit of a problem for Philipp. He's not entirely sure how to go about showing Jurgen that Valentine's Day still has some magic left to it. Last Valentine's Day, this was all too new for Philipp to be sure if it was his place to try anything, but this year is different.
They've won another doubles title, and they're closer now. He knows Jurgen better than before. Jurgen's going to have to learn that Philipp's not like everyone else with whom he's either fucked around or dated. He doesn't need all the same barriers with Philipp, and every time he tries to put them up, it totally fucks up their game. They lose matches they shouldn't. It doesn't really matter to Philipp if they end up playing each other in singles once in a while, but it does matter when Jurgen sabotages their doubles performance in some misguided protective effort.
Gonzalez and Kas are the perfect example of Jurgen's fears getting in the way of a good thing. And, really, it's got to stop if they're going to win anything else or Philipp's going to keep his sanity.
For the plan that's been building in his head to work, he's going to need help, but he's all right with that. He knows exactly who to ask.
Iveta's always more than willing to help with a plan involving Jurgen, especially if she'll get to mock him about it later. She loves Jurgen too, and that's the only reason Philipp is okay with sharing Jurgen with her. Though, really, it's not like he could stop the other man.
Neither one of them wants to control Jurgen, fence him in, or change him. They just want him to be happy. And Philipp thinks they make Jurgen happy.
Most of the time.
When Valentine's Day isn't a consideration.
Zagreb is tough, in more than one way. Watching Jurgen qualify is difficult, and losing to him in the first round is worse. Watching him play doubles with Peya certainly doesn't help. It does give him more time to plan, which he uses while he laughs at Jurgen's increasingly frustrated expressions.
All Jurgen’s friends on tour-a lot of them are Philipp's friends too-want to know what Jurgen has planned for his first Valentine's Day with Iveta. Everyone's curious and eager to see just how far Jurgen will go to make it work this time. What's Jurgen willing to do for his new girl?
Philipp's been quietly helping the pressure along. Jurgen's been shutting him out, which means it's open season on annoying him.
Every time someone asks about it, he can see Jurgen tense up and bite his tongue. He doesn't want to be rude and make trouble, but it also doesn't make it a question his partner is willing to answer.
Jurgen dodges questions, and Philipp uses his partner's distraction and distance to plan. He uses Dewi to relay messages to Iveta. He manages to arrange for Iveta to be in Rotterdam on February 14th. It fucks around with her scheduling, but she's willing to let it go. She's the first alternate at Qatar when they're planning, and Philipp is a little humbled by how far she's willing to go for Jurgen. Humbled and shocked as he never expected her to put her career on hold for even a second.
Jurgen is very lucky. Iveta is obviously amazing and giving, and she looks like she'd be awesome in bed. Philipp knows he and Jurgen make an amazing team, and he's never had any complaints from the other man.
They have a fairly simple plan. Iveta will take Jurgen out and show him a good evening, then she'll drop Jurgen off at his room, and Philipp will be responsible for showing him a good time.
It's a perfect plan. At least, he thinks so.
They've finished practice. Jurgen's not playing this tournament, and Philipp's really surprised he agreed to come at all. He's been grouchy since Zagreb, and this week isn't any different. Today, though, it makes sense.
It's Valentine's Day, and Philipp has ensured that Jurgen hears about nothing but Iveta all day. He may actually owe some people money for this. Even their coaches, physios, and everyone down to the racquet stringer have had something to say to Jurgen.
Philipp's managed to contain his laughter to one outburst, but Jurgen's still looking more than a little pissed off. Having people laugh at him is never been something Jurgen handles well. His interactions with the crowd are proof enough for that.
Philipp hopes Iveta is up to dealing with Jurgen's mood. Jurgen's the definition of a moody bitch as far as Philipp's concerned. At least when he's upset.
And maybe 40% of the rest of the time.
Jurgen's moodiness can be endearing, because Jurgen can project his mood outward well enough that someone can practically share it, but it only stays endearing for a moment or two. Then it starts to get tiresome. Not that Jurgen would ever let something as trivial as that stop him.
Iveta appears by the fence as Philipp is shoving the last of his racquets into his bag. He can tell she's there because Jurgen's whole body tenses, but there's a smile on his face all of a sudden. It's like he lights up from the inside out. Philipp's a little bit jealous because he's never made Jurgen do that.
He was right to involve Iveta if that's that reaction though. He already knew that, of course, but it's always nice to have things confirmed.
Philipp finds his own way back to the hotel without having to be asked. It was quite obvious to everyone from the moment Jurgen joined Iveta at the fence, Philipp was on his own. He takes his time heading back. He and Jurgen don't share a room at this tournament, but they are in the same hallway, and Philipp definitely doesn't need to hear the type of noises he suspects will be coming out Jurgen's room right now.
He picks up the key card Iveta left at the front desk for him. Philipp's original thought had been to use his own room, but Iveta and Dewi outvoted him because Jurgen's room would make for a better surprise.
He waits, a little nervous, trying not to pace back and forth, checking and rechecking to make sure he has everything he needs, and running through and discarding various ideas as too cliché or just not Jurgen enough.
He's got two hours, according to their plan, to settle on an idea, and make it happen. He's not sure how he's going to manage it, because he hasn't even been able to pick an idea for more than five minutes, and he's got the pieces for like twenty packed into a spare tennis bag.
If he screws this up, Dewi will never let him live it down as it's the one part he insisted on doing himself. He doesn't want to do too much. He doesn't think flowers and candles are Jurgen's thing any more than they are his, so he decides on simple.
He turns the bed down, makes sure he has condoms and lube on the bedside table, picks up a lot of Jurgen's tennis shit because he obviously didn't care where stuff ended up when he got back to his room, places an order to room service for the most decadent chocolate cake on the menu and lots of beer.
He'll let Iveta show Jurgen a good time with fancy dinners and wine and romance. He'll show Jurgen a good time in his own way.
The room is as clean as he's willing to make it, the room service is delivered, set up, and the bus boy tipped, and Philipp's managed to find some decent Champions’ League football on to watch while he waits for Iveta to do her part.
They're late though.
Iveta gave him a time to be ready by, and it's come and gone. He sort of should have expected them to be late. They're that caught up in each other right now. It's sort of sickly sweet because they've already been together almost a year. Still, he privately wishes Iveta had stuck to the schedule. The beer is going to get warm.
Finally, he can hear Jurgen's voice talking with Iveta just outside his door. Philipp can only hope Iveta remembers the plan at all. If she walks in kissing Jurgen or plastered to him, this is going to be slightly more than awkward. It'd totally kill the mood. Maybe even bury it.
He can hear Iveta's voice, answering Jurgen, and he hopes she's trying to extricate herself from the situation without looking too suspicious. If Jurgen is feeling amorous, that might be a little hard to do.
The door opens, after what feels like forever, and Jurgen slides inside. He looks disappointed to start, which means the bout of sex from this afternoon obviously wasn't enough for him, but his eyes widen comically at the subtle transformation Philipp has wrought in his room.
"Petzsche?"
"Jojo? Should I be worried? There are other men you expect to find in your room? Happy Valentine's Day, by the way. And would it kill you to pick up after yourself?"
He's rambling, and he knows it. Jurgen's eyes go a little wide as he looks around and realizes that Philipp picked up his shit. He tries not to fidget as Jurgen looks around and says nothing.
Finally, he can't take it any longer. "I didn't think flower petals and scented candles were really the sort of thing that belonged between us."
Jurgen snorts. "Yeah, you got that right." He lifts the cover off the rooms service and chuckles. "Yeah, you know me too well. This is about the only chocolate I want to see today. It's a stupid holiday."
Philipp shrugs, a little hurt. "I wanted you to have a good Valentine's Day. I know you don't think much of the holiday, but I wanted to show you it could still be special if you let it. Not like it had to be a big thing, but it could still be good."
Jurgen's got this funny half smile on his lips. "How'd you get my room key?"
Philipp tries not to turn bright red. "Iveta left it for me down at reception."
"Iveta was in on this?"
"Of course. I started talking to her about it just after we lost to Gonzalez and Kas down in Australia. We needed some time to get everything together, figure out what we were going to do, the schedules and what not, and make sure it would all work properly. Her being first alternate at Qatar nearly ended it, but she said she'd work around it. Something about it being worth it to see your grumpy ass smile."
"Well, you ordered my favourite beer, a good chocolate cake, cleaned up my room, and brought condoms and lube. I'm being to see the appeal of this holiday."
Philipp grins and hands over a beer. "I should warn you, they're probably warm. She didn't exactly stay with the timeline we set up. So you want football or sex now?"
Jurgen gives him an incredulous look. "Did you sniff one too many of those aromatherapy candles in your planning, Petzsche?"
"That'd be football and then sex because I've started watching this match while waiting for you to show up, and now you can just wait."
The look Jurgen gives him is the funniest thing he's seen... ever.
"Eat your cake, Jurgen. The beer's warm, but pass one over here. That cake looks good, and if you'd been any later, I'd have eaten it. This would have been one of the few occasions my trainer wouldn't have given me shit for it."
Jurgen grins and grabs a fork. "You want some? Come get it." He sticks the fork into the cake and comes away with an obscene fork full of chocolate.
"Well, you'd have to pass me a fork, Jurgen."
"There's a fork right here, Petzsche. You want it, come get it."
"I want something for sure, and the cake's just the start of it."
"Oh, you think you're getting sex tonight?"
"I know I am. I also think you still need to pass me a beer."
Jurgen grins, and it's actually care free and happy. It takes Philipp's breath away a little, not that he'd ever admit it. He waves the fork through the air, and Philipp's sure the cake is bound to fall off. "Shut up, and enjoy your cake, Romeo."
Philipp reaches out and grabs the fork from Jurgen's hands before his partner fully clues into what he's doing. He eats the giant fork full of cake, despite the fact it's too big to be one bite, just to piss Jurgen off.
"That was my cake," Jurgen damn near whines.
Philipp shrugs and swallows. "Mine now."
Jurgen grins, reaches out, and pulls Philipp in close to him. Philipp lets himself be pulled, moving easily into the smaller man's arms, and when Jurgen presses their mouths together, he's more than willing to participate.
When they break apart, Jurgen is slightly pink. "That's one type of chocolate they could sell me for any holiday," he murmurs.
"Oh?" Philipp's feeling a little slow because he has no idea what the hell Jurgen's talking about.
"Chocolate with Petzsche. Though I don't want them selling it to anyone else. It's all for me."
Philipp groans. "You're horrible. That's not funny, Jurgen. You're really not funny."
"Shut me up then. You're the one that planned all of this out, after all."
Philipp can work with that. Philipp can so work with that.
Fini.