Fic: Kissed The Boy
Title: Kissed the Boy (And Made Him Cry)
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Mardy Fish
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
The first time Mardy kissed Andy, he ended up with a fat lip. He was quite surprised actually. He was expecting a pummeling, not just a punch. When he pressed he lips against Andy, Andy’s hands were on his chest in no time, pushing him away as he took a shot to his face. Mardy couldn’t do anything really as he held his jaw and let Andy throw insults at him. He didn’t take it to heart; Mardy knew their friendship was strong to handle a misjudgment on his part. The next day, Andy threw his arm over Mardy’s shoulder, tapped his jaw lightly with his fingers and said, “Don’t try that shit again”.
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The second time Mardy kissed Andy, he swore he felt Andy’s tongue pressing for more. Before it could have escalated into more, Andy pushed him away again, eyes wide. He didn’t say anything though, no insults, no questions. He just stared at Mardy before quietly leaving. The days that followed were strained even though they both did their part to joke and be “normal”. They never brought it up though, not the kiss, not Andy’s interested tongue. Mardy wanted to, wanted to know if Andy wanted the same as him, but he could see the silent plea in Andy’s eyes. So, the issue, the kiss went unmentioned.
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The third time Mardy kissed Andy, it started off chaste, nothing but two sets of lips pressed against each other. When they pulled away, Mardy saw Andy’s eyes plead again, but this time it was for something different, something more. So Mardy leaned in again, and kissed Andy carefully. He felt Andy’s fingers wrap around his wrist so he closed the gap between them and opened his lips to Andy’s curiosity. Andy kept a strong grip on Mardy as he slowly began to explore. When he pulled away, his eyes were wide and lips were puffy. He started to say something but stopped short, shook his head and left. Mardy just stood there, staring at his retreating back.
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The fourth time Mardy kissed Andy, Andy initiated. They were in Mardy’s room, watching a football game, when out of nowhere, Andy pressed his lips against Mardy’s. Seated next to each other on the couch, Andy hung on to Mardy’s bicep, trying to get him as close as possible. Their kiss held a lot more urgency than before. Needless to say, the football was forgotten.
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The umpteenth time Mardy kisses Andy, he knows exactly what he was looking for. He loves pressing his tongue to the roof of Andy’s mouth because it gets Andy moaning every single time. Biting his lips has Andy ready to go in seconds. If Mardy had to do all again, he would, despite being punch the very first time.
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Mardy Fish
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
The first time Mardy kissed Andy, he ended up with a fat lip. He was quite surprised actually. He was expecting a pummeling, not just a punch. When he pressed he lips against Andy, Andy’s hands were on his chest in no time, pushing him away as he took a shot to his face. Mardy couldn’t do anything really as he held his jaw and let Andy throw insults at him. He didn’t take it to heart; Mardy knew their friendship was strong to handle a misjudgment on his part. The next day, Andy threw his arm over Mardy’s shoulder, tapped his jaw lightly with his fingers and said, “Don’t try that shit again”.
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The second time Mardy kissed Andy, he swore he felt Andy’s tongue pressing for more. Before it could have escalated into more, Andy pushed him away again, eyes wide. He didn’t say anything though, no insults, no questions. He just stared at Mardy before quietly leaving. The days that followed were strained even though they both did their part to joke and be “normal”. They never brought it up though, not the kiss, not Andy’s interested tongue. Mardy wanted to, wanted to know if Andy wanted the same as him, but he could see the silent plea in Andy’s eyes. So, the issue, the kiss went unmentioned.
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The third time Mardy kissed Andy, it started off chaste, nothing but two sets of lips pressed against each other. When they pulled away, Mardy saw Andy’s eyes plead again, but this time it was for something different, something more. So Mardy leaned in again, and kissed Andy carefully. He felt Andy’s fingers wrap around his wrist so he closed the gap between them and opened his lips to Andy’s curiosity. Andy kept a strong grip on Mardy as he slowly began to explore. When he pulled away, his eyes were wide and lips were puffy. He started to say something but stopped short, shook his head and left. Mardy just stood there, staring at his retreating back.
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The fourth time Mardy kissed Andy, Andy initiated. They were in Mardy’s room, watching a football game, when out of nowhere, Andy pressed his lips against Mardy’s. Seated next to each other on the couch, Andy hung on to Mardy’s bicep, trying to get him as close as possible. Their kiss held a lot more urgency than before. Needless to say, the football was forgotten.
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The umpteenth time Mardy kisses Andy, he knows exactly what he was looking for. He loves pressing his tongue to the roof of Andy’s mouth because it gets Andy moaning every single time. Biting his lips has Andy ready to go in seconds. If Mardy had to do all again, he would, despite being punch the very first time.