Fic: Conquering The Nations - Prologue
Conquering The Nations
Prologue: The Dynamic Duo
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Upon discussing how many partners they've had, Feli and Nando decide to explore beyond the Spanish boarders.
A/N: This fic is completely shameless with smut. lol. its all about the boys getting what they want and getting it good. Every chapter will feature different guys from the tour. Feedback would be nice :) Like the idea? Yes? No? drop me a line if you want to see certain countrymen, i haven't decided how long this going to go on for....
The talented tongue dances on his cock; down, twirl, up, twirl and repeats. Fernando opens his eyes and groans when he sees Feliciano’s eyes locked on him as he bobs on his cock skillfully. Feliciano always has him on the brink within minutes, and today is no different. He pumps his hips as much as he is allowed, groaning when he feels his cock touch the back of Feliciano’s throat. Fernando’s fingers sink into soft hair as he tries to hold it together. But Feliciano knows how use his mouth and has Fernando’s hips thrusting faster. When he rubs his tongue along the vein at the base of his cock, Fernando comes without a warning into Feliciano’s mouth. Panting, he begins to soften but Feliciano doesn’t let up as he continues to lick mercilessly, only stopping when Fernando tugs on his hair painfully.
Reluctantly, Feliciano slides up the bed so he’s face to face with Fernando. They kiss slowly, basking in the lazy glow of a Sunday afternoon.
Their lips part and Fernando brings a hand up to caress Feliciano’s cheek. “Feli?”
Feliciano smiles. “Hmm?”
“How many guys have you been with?”
A perfectly shaped eyebrow rises. “You really want to know?”
Fernando nods, putting on a brave face.
“Ok. So you, of course, Ferru, Rafa, Carlos, Juanqui, Se”
“Hold on, Carlos? Does Rafa know?”
Feliciano laughs as he leans in for a kiss. “It was a long time ago. Actually, Carlos was my first guy.”
Fernando’s eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yup. So yeah, Carlos, Sergio, Diego, Pueblo and Rico. Oh and Marquez.”
“Oh.” Fernando goes quiet and Feliciano knows this was a bad idea.
“Nando, you said”
Fernando shakes his head, smirking. “So you only sleep with other Spaniards?”
He’s never really thought about it that way. “It just happened to work out that way.” He pauses. “What about you? How many?”
Fernando pushes at Feliciano’s shoulders lightly. “You already know.”
“I don’t believe that I’m the only one, Nando.”
“Well, Ferru and Rafa, too.”
“But that doesn’t really count because I was there, too.”
Fernando laughs as he ducks his head, burrowing against Feliciano’s neck. “It counts.”
“So that’s it, huh?” He feels Fernando nod against him. “Well, if you could fuck anyone, who would it be?”
“On the tour?” He asks, retreating from his comfy stop.
“Sure.”
“Hmm. It would have to be one of the French.”
Feliciano lets out a sound of agreement. “Good choice. Them or the Italians.
“The Americans wouldn’t be so bad either.”
The grin on Feliciano’s face frightens him a little. “Well, why don’t you then.”
“Why don’t I what, Feli?”
“Fuck them.”
Fernando leans onto his elbows, mouth open in shock. “W-what?”
Laughing, Feliciano pulls him in for a kiss. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Pick one of them, or all of them and fuck.”
I don’t think I could… Well maybe not by myself.”
“Ok. Then we fuck them together.”
Fernando laughs, the words sounding utterly ridiculous. “Feli, love, you are an idiot.”
“What?! I’m serious. It’ll be fun.” Feliciano has a stupid grin on his face as he thinks of the possibilities.
“I bet you none of them are gay anyway.”
“It’s nothing but labels. When it comes down to it, a fuck is a fuck.”
Fernando stares at Feliciano for a moment, soaking in the words before bursting out laughing.
“I can’t believe I’m going to agree. This is fucking crazy.”
Feliciano leans in for a kiss. “Fucking crazy, indeed.”
{*}
“So you just want me to pick someone?”
Feliciano taps his fingers against his bottom lip as he thinks. He never really thought of the how, just of the what and who. The promise of sex has his nerves on fire already. “Well, you want someone French or American, right? I wouldn’t mind throwing in some Italians. So…” He trails off as he continues to ponder the possibilities.
Fernando has his head in his lap, enjoying the quiet relaxed atmosphere until he is jostled when Feliciano bounces with excitement.
“I got it!” He pauses for emphasize, which makes Fernando let out a weary sigh.
“Go on already!”
“Ok. So we fuck guys from the same country!”
Fernando spins around and lifts himself up. “Uh, ok. But that doesn’t solve the problem of approaching them. I don’t think Roddick is going to like it if I said ‘Hey, Andy, fancy a fuck?’”
Feliciano chuckles as he pats Fernando’s cheeks. “Who knows, maybe he will? But don’t you worry about that, I’ll handle it.”
He settles back in his lap, a little worried about Feliciano’s enthusiasm. But it’s all in the name of fun, right?
Prologue: The Dynamic Duo
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Upon discussing how many partners they've had, Feli and Nando decide to explore beyond the Spanish boarders.
A/N: This fic is completely shameless with smut. lol. its all about the boys getting what they want and getting it good. Every chapter will feature different guys from the tour. Feedback would be nice :) Like the idea? Yes? No? drop me a line if you want to see certain countrymen, i haven't decided how long this going to go on for....
The talented tongue dances on his cock; down, twirl, up, twirl and repeats. Fernando opens his eyes and groans when he sees Feliciano’s eyes locked on him as he bobs on his cock skillfully. Feliciano always has him on the brink within minutes, and today is no different. He pumps his hips as much as he is allowed, groaning when he feels his cock touch the back of Feliciano’s throat. Fernando’s fingers sink into soft hair as he tries to hold it together. But Feliciano knows how use his mouth and has Fernando’s hips thrusting faster. When he rubs his tongue along the vein at the base of his cock, Fernando comes without a warning into Feliciano’s mouth. Panting, he begins to soften but Feliciano doesn’t let up as he continues to lick mercilessly, only stopping when Fernando tugs on his hair painfully.
Reluctantly, Feliciano slides up the bed so he’s face to face with Fernando. They kiss slowly, basking in the lazy glow of a Sunday afternoon.
Their lips part and Fernando brings a hand up to caress Feliciano’s cheek. “Feli?”
Feliciano smiles. “Hmm?”
“How many guys have you been with?”
A perfectly shaped eyebrow rises. “You really want to know?”
Fernando nods, putting on a brave face.
“Ok. So you, of course, Ferru, Rafa, Carlos, Juanqui, Se”
“Hold on, Carlos? Does Rafa know?”
Feliciano laughs as he leans in for a kiss. “It was a long time ago. Actually, Carlos was my first guy.”
Fernando’s eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yup. So yeah, Carlos, Sergio, Diego, Pueblo and Rico. Oh and Marquez.”
“Oh.” Fernando goes quiet and Feliciano knows this was a bad idea.
“Nando, you said”
Fernando shakes his head, smirking. “So you only sleep with other Spaniards?”
He’s never really thought about it that way. “It just happened to work out that way.” He pauses. “What about you? How many?”
Fernando pushes at Feliciano’s shoulders lightly. “You already know.”
“I don’t believe that I’m the only one, Nando.”
“Well, Ferru and Rafa, too.”
“But that doesn’t really count because I was there, too.”
Fernando laughs as he ducks his head, burrowing against Feliciano’s neck. “It counts.”
“So that’s it, huh?” He feels Fernando nod against him. “Well, if you could fuck anyone, who would it be?”
“On the tour?” He asks, retreating from his comfy stop.
“Sure.”
“Hmm. It would have to be one of the French.”
Feliciano lets out a sound of agreement. “Good choice. Them or the Italians.
“The Americans wouldn’t be so bad either.”
The grin on Feliciano’s face frightens him a little. “Well, why don’t you then.”
“Why don’t I what, Feli?”
“Fuck them.”
Fernando leans onto his elbows, mouth open in shock. “W-what?”
Laughing, Feliciano pulls him in for a kiss. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Pick one of them, or all of them and fuck.”
I don’t think I could… Well maybe not by myself.”
“Ok. Then we fuck them together.”
Fernando laughs, the words sounding utterly ridiculous. “Feli, love, you are an idiot.”
“What?! I’m serious. It’ll be fun.” Feliciano has a stupid grin on his face as he thinks of the possibilities.
“I bet you none of them are gay anyway.”
“It’s nothing but labels. When it comes down to it, a fuck is a fuck.”
Fernando stares at Feliciano for a moment, soaking in the words before bursting out laughing.
“I can’t believe I’m going to agree. This is fucking crazy.”
Feliciano leans in for a kiss. “Fucking crazy, indeed.”
{*}
“So you just want me to pick someone?”
Feliciano taps his fingers against his bottom lip as he thinks. He never really thought of the how, just of the what and who. The promise of sex has his nerves on fire already. “Well, you want someone French or American, right? I wouldn’t mind throwing in some Italians. So…” He trails off as he continues to ponder the possibilities.
Fernando has his head in his lap, enjoying the quiet relaxed atmosphere until he is jostled when Feliciano bounces with excitement.
“I got it!” He pauses for emphasize, which makes Fernando let out a weary sigh.
“Go on already!”
“Ok. So we fuck guys from the same country!”
Fernando spins around and lifts himself up. “Uh, ok. But that doesn’t solve the problem of approaching them. I don’t think Roddick is going to like it if I said ‘Hey, Andy, fancy a fuck?’”
Feliciano chuckles as he pats Fernando’s cheeks. “Who knows, maybe he will? But don’t you worry about that, I’ll handle it.”
He settles back in his lap, a little worried about Feliciano’s enthusiasm. But it’s all in the name of fun, right?