Fic: Sex and Magic... Oh Yeah and Love Too Pt.1
Title: Sex and Magic... Oh Yeah and Love Too (Part One)
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Other Characters: Fernando Verdasco, Mardy Fish, James Blake, Bob Bryan, Mike Bryan, Marat Safin, David Ferrer (mentions of Roger Federer)
Rating: R for this part
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: The Americans are in Spain and decide to go to a strip club where Andy becomes infatuated wtih a certain dancer. AU.
a/n: this wouldn't leave me alone (particularly thanks to matty). so stripper!AU it is :)
A group of American men cautiously stride into the club, being cautious for various reasons. It’s their first time in Spain and with little to no language skills; they have to be on their guard. Andy though steps forward, finds a vacant table and takes a seat, knowing the others will follow. Minutes later, a cute shirtless waiter approaches them.
“Well, hello gentlemen. What I get for you today?” He flashes them his winning smile, puffing his tanned chest out a little.
“How about your name and number for starters?” James, one of the more vocal Americans, asks with a wiggle of his brow.
“My name’s Nando but you work for my number,” Nando says cheekily as he places down coasters and takes out a notepad. The other Americans hoot at James, ribbing him in good fun before giving their drink orders. All five sets of eyes follow Nando’s behind as he sashays off.
“Damn, he’s cute.”
“Too bad he doesn’t want you, James,” Mardy says with a laugh. Mike and Bob join in too until the music changes to heavy drums and lusty rhythms. Five heads swivel to focus on the dance floor.
A tall hard body struts on the stage, confidence flowing off every pore. Clothed in a soft white button down with black trousers, the man begins to swirl his hips seductively. He’s wearing a fedora, white too, that covers his eyes and all the audience can see are perfectly shaped pink lips. He places his fingers over the button of his shirt and slowly undoes the first few, all the while swaying to the seductive beat.
Andy can’t take his eyes of the dancer, captivated by every swish of hips, by every inch of newly revealed skin. His fingers itch to push the fedora back, just enough to see the beauty’s eyes. The club ceases to exist when the man finally has all the buttons undone and slowly begins to remove the shirt, rolling his shoulders as his arches his back.
The others appreciate the beauty on the stage as well, but soon their drinks arrive and they begin to discuss the possibilities of their trip. Not Andy though. He doesn’t even realize that he’s tapping his foot in time with the music.
The man makes his way to the left of the stage before dropping to his knees, one hand on his hat. His hips stay in constant motion, winding and grinding as he slowly brings the fedora down. Finally, he unveils his eyes but covers the rest of his face, teasing all the men he has rendered speechless in their seats. The fedora travels down to rest on his chest as he smiles seductively to the crowd. The place erupts with cheers.
From where he is sitting, Andy can only see the side of the dancer’s head. He wants to sink his fingers in the long brunette locks and get lost for days. His eyes follow every move, mesmerized by the fluidity of the man. Andy straightens his back as the dancer pushes the fedora back onto his head, gets up and walks over to the right, to where the American’s are seated. As he struts over, he places his deft fingers over the button on his trousers and looks up to the crowd. His eyes connect with Andy’s and the American feels like he can’t breathe. Flashing his signature smile, the dancer keeps eye contact as he slowly pushes his pants down an inch, teasing the crowd with the sight of white underwear. He brings his hands to his chest, running skillful fingers up and down his flanks before stopping at his nipple. He circles the nub as he teases himself and the crowd, knowing he’s got their full attention.
“He’s quite good, no?”
The soft voice catches Andy off guard and he jumps a little in his seat. He turns to see the waiter, Nando smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“W-what? Y-yeah,” Andy stutters as he loses focus between Nando and the dancer on stage.
“This is nothing. He is tame today.”
“Tame?” Andy asks as he finally tears his eyes away from the beauty. Nando is still grinning.
“Oh yeah. This is nothing. He take it easy tonight. Oh look. Now he is done.”
Andy whips his head back to the stage to see the dancer place his fedora on some guy in the front before turning around and leaving. Andy watches his almost bare body walk away, only covered by the stripes of a white thong. When the body is no longer visible, he turns back to the table with a helpless look on his face.
“He does that to everybody,” Nando says with a laugh as he places down more drinks for everyone.
Andy remains silent as he replays the dance in his head, not aware of how captivated he has become.
{*}
“Feli! Excellent routine as usual,” Marat says in Spanish with a grin as he places a glass of ice water in front of the exhausted dancer. Feliciano has danced every night for the last four days without a break and he’s more than tired. Luckily he has the next day off so he’s not going to complain.
“Thank you, Marat.” He offers a shy smile, one far different from those he had been throwing out earlier on the stage. When he’s dancing, it’s like he becomes a different man, a different being. He leans forward on the bar with his forearms as he takes a much-needed drink of water. Feliciano talks with Marat about nothing in particular, just shooting the breeze for a little while he waits for Nando to finish his shift. After a few minutes he feels a body next to him, cutting in his personal space.
“Hi.”
Feliciano inches in head to the side, his hair falling into his eyes. He sees the man he spotted earlier in the crowd and gives him a smile.
“Hello.”
“I’m Andy,” Andy says as he offers his hand. Feliciano takes it in his own, warm skin heating up his cool hand. “I know this is going to sound stupid, but that was just… You’re really good.”
Feliciano hears Marat snorts and turns to see him roll his eyes before he goes to help customers at the other side of the bar. He turns back to Andy. He can’t help but notice the other man’s eyes and how he smiles with them.
“Thank you. I… I dance for long time.” Feliciano’s accented voice is low but Andy hangs on to every word. He lifts the chilled glass to his lips and drinks slowly.
Mesmerized once again, Andy’s eyes are glued on Feliciano as he takes a sip. When Feliciano raises a brow in question, Andy blushes and coughs.
“Uh so, what’s your name?”
“Are you American?” Feliciano deflects with his own question.
“Yeah, from Texas actually. Have you ever been?”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. I stay in Spain my whole life. Vacation?”
“Sorta. I’m here with my friends… for, uh, a bachelor party.” Andy has no idea why he tells the man, who won’t even give him his name, this information.
Feliciano grins. “Really? Who’s the lucky groom-to-be?”
“Uh,” Andy stalls as he looks over his shoulder. “Uh, you see the guy with the ponytail, with the scruff? That’s him, Mardy.” He rubs his ring finger, glad he doesn’t have one just yet.
“Too bad I’m off or I would give him a present,” Feliciano says with a laugh as he looks over to the table with the Americans. “Who’s the one flirting with Nando?”
“James but I don’t think he’s getting anywhere.”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. Not with Nando. Twins?”
Andy nods, grinning at James’ misfortune. “Yeah. Bob is on the right, Mike on the left.” He turns his attention back to the Spaniard. “So… Are you finally going to tell me your name? Or can I just call you Sexy?”
Feliciano tries his best to not burst out laughing, even though he has heard lines worse than that. He decides to be nice; after all he is pretty tired. “Feli.”
Andy beams. “It’s nice to meet you, Feli. Is this your only job, or are you a tour guide too?”
Feliciano gives him a look before turning around to lean against the bar, looking over the crowd. David’s on stage right now, working it out as best as he can. “How long you stay here?”
“We’re in Madrid for two weeks. Then we travel to Sevilla, Valencia, and Barcelona for about ten days before heading back here for five more days.”
Feliciano cringes at the butchering of the precious cities’ names. “Ah. I will be busy here but I sure you will find other tour guides.” His eyes catch David’s, who gives him a cheeky smile as he throws his feather boa in Feliciano’s direction.
Daringly, Andy presses a little closer. “But what if I want you?”
Turning his head, Feliciano comes face to face with Andy, close enough to smell his spicy cologne. Andy’s eyes remain friendly and bright, but he can see the fire that dwells within. Feliciano grins, knowing Andy will chase him as far as he wishes. “Too bad.”
Andy chuckles. “What if I show up here every night until you say yes?”
“You know that guy,” Feliciano says, pointing to Marat. “He’s the security too. Plus he’s a good friend.”
Andy takes a look, assessing Marat. If it comes down to it, he could take him on… Maybe. “So? I’m not worried. Look. Take my number and call me on your day off. You do get days off, right?” He hands Feliciano a business card, which he takes reluctantly.
“You know where I work, so why I call you?”
“Because I want you to show me your city. You live here, yeah?”
Feliciano shrugs, knowing exactly what Andy is trying to do. “Maybe.”
“Ok, fine. Are you off for the night? How about we go for a drink right now?”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. I’m tired. Long day.” He turns back around again, jutting out his backside, aware that Andy checks it out before following suit.
“Come on, Feli. I’m”
“Feli,” Nando cuts in with a kiss to Feliciano’s cheek. “Hey Americano,” he nods to Andy. “Ready to go?”
Feliciano nods as he pushes off the bar. “Nice to meet you, Andy. Have fun in Spain.”
Andy gives him a weak smile, thrown off by Nando’s presence. “Yeah. Same here. Thanks.”
Feliciano and Nando walk off together and when they get outside, Feliciano smacks him. “What the hell was that?”
Nando shrugs. “The Americano was all but drooling when you were on stage. Was he trying to get with you?”
“Yeah. But he was nice. There was no reason to do that.”
“Ooooooh. So you like this one?”
Feliciano ignores the question until he’s seated inside the car and Nando pokes him. “He’s nice,” he offers once again. Nando frowns.
“Nice? You don’t need nice and you don’t need tourists. Remember that fucker from, where was he from, Sweden? Robert or Roger or something?”
“Roger from Switzerland,” Feliciano says quietly as he looks out the window. The Swiss, even almost a year later, is still a sore spot.
“Whatever. He’s still a fucking idiot.” When there’s a red light, Nando turns to him and places Feliciano’s hand in his. “Look, Feli. I just don't want to see you hurt again. And I’m not just talking about Roger. You need to find someone outside of the club.”
“I don’t date the customers!” Feliciano exclaims as he drops Nando’s hand. "Roger is the only exception because he wouldn’t me alone. Ser… The other one knew I work there so he would always come by but I met him somewhere else originally. You know, you pick up more guys than I do at the club and don’t even try to deny it.”
Nando grins at him. "Yeah ok. Maybe I do but I don’t try to have relationships with them. I’m more than happy with just a fuck, Feli. You know that.”
Feliciano lets out a sigh as he looks out the window again. “Yeah, Nando. I know.”
+++++
Four days have passed since Andy and his friends walked in the club and still no call from Feliciano. He tries not to think about it so much. After all, he is a stripper. He must be hit on all the time. But still, Andy can’t help but image Feliciano’s hard tight body underneath him…
Later that night he fakes a sickness and stays at the hotel while the others club hop. Around midnight, Andy walks into the strip club and takes a seat in the corner, feeling a bit weird coming by himself.
Feliciano spots him before Andy sees him and fixes his hair before he approaches his table. “Hello, Sir. What can I get for you?”
Recognizing the accent, Andy looks up, floored when he sees a shirtless Feliciano, looking better than he did the other day. It takes him a moment to collect himself.
“You,” Andy rasps.
“Sorry, not on the menu,” Feliciano says cheekily as he shifts his weight on his back foot, leaning away from Andy.
“Well… What if I wanted a dance?” Andy questions. “A private dance?”
“I’ll check if Nando’s free or David. He’s the guy that was on after me that day.”
Andy shakes his head. “Nope. I want you.”
“I’m only a waiter tonight. No dancing.”
“Come on, Feli,” Andy all but begs. “Just one dance.”
Feliciano bites down on his lip. He knows no one will care if he gives Andy a dance but he’s not sure if he wants to. Andy gives him a puppy dog pout, making the Spaniard laugh. “Just hold on a second.”
He goes to the back to retrieve a key to the private rooms when he sees Nando getting ready for his routine.
“You dancing for someone, Feli?”
Feliciano grins. “Maybe.”
Nando laughs as he pats him on the back. “Make it good like always.”
Feliciano just laughs as he walks away, feeling a bit relieved. It’s just a dance. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. He approaches Andy once again and nods at him to follow. Together they make their way to the private rooms. Feliciano finds a vacant one and holds the door open for Andy to enter first. He puts on some music, something sultry and throbbing with drums, while Andy takes a seat on the couch.
As the music begins to sound throughout the room, Feliciano keeps his back to the American as he sways his hips from left to right and back again. He throws a look over his shoulders, catching the lust already in Andy’s eyes. He turns around and prowls over, every step stealthy in its movement. When he reaches Andy, Feliciano leans in and places his hands on his thighs to part them before dropping down. They’re eyes remain on each other as Feliciano bounces between Andy’s legs. He slowly ascends, turning around. His ass is right in front of Andy’s face and it takes every inch of Andy’s will power to not touch him.
The beat suddenly picks up and so does Feliciano’s movement. He swivels his hips in a circle and then his whole body as he stands facing Andy once again. Carefully, he pulls Andy to the edge of the couch, then places his arms around his neck. Andy lets out a groan when Felicianno drops once against, his crotch at the same level as the Spaniard’s pouty lips. Upon hearing the sound, Feliciano suppresses a grin and leans in even closer, ghosting his lips over the tenting pants. Teasing to the best of his ability, Feliciano pulls back to get up and straddle Andy’s hips.
“Feli… fuck. Can I touch you?”
Feliciano doesn’t answer, just smiles as he begins to grind his ass down on Andy, feeling the hardness of Andy’s muscles and length. He loves the feeling, knowing how desperate he can make someone feel.
He creeps his fingers into Andy’s hair and pulls his head back as he ghosts his lips over his collarbone, his throat. When he reaches his lips, they breathe against each other, sharing every exhale and inhale. Hazel eyes lock on brown and for the moment they forget about everything else. Feliciano leans in even closer, ready to close off the millimeter of space that separates their lips when suddenly Feliciano becomes aware of the loud silence. The music has ended.
When he pulls back, breathing heavily, Andy claws at him.
“Nononono. Stay. Where are you going?”
Feliciano strokes his cheekily, smiling shyly. “The music ended.”
“I’ll pay for more. I don’t care! Just don’t leave.”
Sense coming back to him, Feliciano regretfully slides off Andy’s lap. “No. I… I think it’s better we stop here.”
“Feli…” Andy closes his eyes, his body still heavy from Feliciano’s seduction. “Come home with me.”
“I can’t, Andy. I think… I think you should leave.”
Andy’s eyes whip open. “What? No. Feli… It’s just that I really like you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. I”
Feliciano shakes his head but he’s smiling. “You didn’t offend me. I just think it would be good to end the night. But…” He pauses as he thinks it over. “I will call you. Okay?”
Andy smiles weakly, thinking he’s heard that line before. He collects himself and walks over to the Spaniard. There’s a moment of hesitation before he leans in for a hug. Feliciano happily complies but his pleasantly surprised when Andy places a kiss to either side of his cheek, flipping his customary gesture on him. He does the same before pulling away.
Andy strokes his cheek and offers one last smile before he opens the door and leaves. Closing his suddenly heavy eyes, Feliciano silently hopes he still has Andy’s business card.
TBC
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Other Characters: Fernando Verdasco, Mardy Fish, James Blake, Bob Bryan, Mike Bryan, Marat Safin, David Ferrer (mentions of Roger Federer)
Rating: R for this part
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: The Americans are in Spain and decide to go to a strip club where Andy becomes infatuated wtih a certain dancer. AU.
a/n: this wouldn't leave me alone (particularly thanks to matty). so stripper!AU it is :)
A group of American men cautiously stride into the club, being cautious for various reasons. It’s their first time in Spain and with little to no language skills; they have to be on their guard. Andy though steps forward, finds a vacant table and takes a seat, knowing the others will follow. Minutes later, a cute shirtless waiter approaches them.
“Well, hello gentlemen. What I get for you today?” He flashes them his winning smile, puffing his tanned chest out a little.
“How about your name and number for starters?” James, one of the more vocal Americans, asks with a wiggle of his brow.
“My name’s Nando but you work for my number,” Nando says cheekily as he places down coasters and takes out a notepad. The other Americans hoot at James, ribbing him in good fun before giving their drink orders. All five sets of eyes follow Nando’s behind as he sashays off.
“Damn, he’s cute.”
“Too bad he doesn’t want you, James,” Mardy says with a laugh. Mike and Bob join in too until the music changes to heavy drums and lusty rhythms. Five heads swivel to focus on the dance floor.
A tall hard body struts on the stage, confidence flowing off every pore. Clothed in a soft white button down with black trousers, the man begins to swirl his hips seductively. He’s wearing a fedora, white too, that covers his eyes and all the audience can see are perfectly shaped pink lips. He places his fingers over the button of his shirt and slowly undoes the first few, all the while swaying to the seductive beat.
Andy can’t take his eyes of the dancer, captivated by every swish of hips, by every inch of newly revealed skin. His fingers itch to push the fedora back, just enough to see the beauty’s eyes. The club ceases to exist when the man finally has all the buttons undone and slowly begins to remove the shirt, rolling his shoulders as his arches his back.
The others appreciate the beauty on the stage as well, but soon their drinks arrive and they begin to discuss the possibilities of their trip. Not Andy though. He doesn’t even realize that he’s tapping his foot in time with the music.
The man makes his way to the left of the stage before dropping to his knees, one hand on his hat. His hips stay in constant motion, winding and grinding as he slowly brings the fedora down. Finally, he unveils his eyes but covers the rest of his face, teasing all the men he has rendered speechless in their seats. The fedora travels down to rest on his chest as he smiles seductively to the crowd. The place erupts with cheers.
From where he is sitting, Andy can only see the side of the dancer’s head. He wants to sink his fingers in the long brunette locks and get lost for days. His eyes follow every move, mesmerized by the fluidity of the man. Andy straightens his back as the dancer pushes the fedora back onto his head, gets up and walks over to the right, to where the American’s are seated. As he struts over, he places his deft fingers over the button on his trousers and looks up to the crowd. His eyes connect with Andy’s and the American feels like he can’t breathe. Flashing his signature smile, the dancer keeps eye contact as he slowly pushes his pants down an inch, teasing the crowd with the sight of white underwear. He brings his hands to his chest, running skillful fingers up and down his flanks before stopping at his nipple. He circles the nub as he teases himself and the crowd, knowing he’s got their full attention.
“He’s quite good, no?”
The soft voice catches Andy off guard and he jumps a little in his seat. He turns to see the waiter, Nando smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“W-what? Y-yeah,” Andy stutters as he loses focus between Nando and the dancer on stage.
“This is nothing. He is tame today.”
“Tame?” Andy asks as he finally tears his eyes away from the beauty. Nando is still grinning.
“Oh yeah. This is nothing. He take it easy tonight. Oh look. Now he is done.”
Andy whips his head back to the stage to see the dancer place his fedora on some guy in the front before turning around and leaving. Andy watches his almost bare body walk away, only covered by the stripes of a white thong. When the body is no longer visible, he turns back to the table with a helpless look on his face.
“He does that to everybody,” Nando says with a laugh as he places down more drinks for everyone.
Andy remains silent as he replays the dance in his head, not aware of how captivated he has become.
{*}
“Feli! Excellent routine as usual,” Marat says in Spanish with a grin as he places a glass of ice water in front of the exhausted dancer. Feliciano has danced every night for the last four days without a break and he’s more than tired. Luckily he has the next day off so he’s not going to complain.
“Thank you, Marat.” He offers a shy smile, one far different from those he had been throwing out earlier on the stage. When he’s dancing, it’s like he becomes a different man, a different being. He leans forward on the bar with his forearms as he takes a much-needed drink of water. Feliciano talks with Marat about nothing in particular, just shooting the breeze for a little while he waits for Nando to finish his shift. After a few minutes he feels a body next to him, cutting in his personal space.
“Hi.”
Feliciano inches in head to the side, his hair falling into his eyes. He sees the man he spotted earlier in the crowd and gives him a smile.
“Hello.”
“I’m Andy,” Andy says as he offers his hand. Feliciano takes it in his own, warm skin heating up his cool hand. “I know this is going to sound stupid, but that was just… You’re really good.”
Feliciano hears Marat snorts and turns to see him roll his eyes before he goes to help customers at the other side of the bar. He turns back to Andy. He can’t help but notice the other man’s eyes and how he smiles with them.
“Thank you. I… I dance for long time.” Feliciano’s accented voice is low but Andy hangs on to every word. He lifts the chilled glass to his lips and drinks slowly.
Mesmerized once again, Andy’s eyes are glued on Feliciano as he takes a sip. When Feliciano raises a brow in question, Andy blushes and coughs.
“Uh so, what’s your name?”
“Are you American?” Feliciano deflects with his own question.
“Yeah, from Texas actually. Have you ever been?”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. I stay in Spain my whole life. Vacation?”
“Sorta. I’m here with my friends… for, uh, a bachelor party.” Andy has no idea why he tells the man, who won’t even give him his name, this information.
Feliciano grins. “Really? Who’s the lucky groom-to-be?”
“Uh,” Andy stalls as he looks over his shoulder. “Uh, you see the guy with the ponytail, with the scruff? That’s him, Mardy.” He rubs his ring finger, glad he doesn’t have one just yet.
“Too bad I’m off or I would give him a present,” Feliciano says with a laugh as he looks over to the table with the Americans. “Who’s the one flirting with Nando?”
“James but I don’t think he’s getting anywhere.”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. Not with Nando. Twins?”
Andy nods, grinning at James’ misfortune. “Yeah. Bob is on the right, Mike on the left.” He turns his attention back to the Spaniard. “So… Are you finally going to tell me your name? Or can I just call you Sexy?”
Feliciano tries his best to not burst out laughing, even though he has heard lines worse than that. He decides to be nice; after all he is pretty tired. “Feli.”
Andy beams. “It’s nice to meet you, Feli. Is this your only job, or are you a tour guide too?”
Feliciano gives him a look before turning around to lean against the bar, looking over the crowd. David’s on stage right now, working it out as best as he can. “How long you stay here?”
“We’re in Madrid for two weeks. Then we travel to Sevilla, Valencia, and Barcelona for about ten days before heading back here for five more days.”
Feliciano cringes at the butchering of the precious cities’ names. “Ah. I will be busy here but I sure you will find other tour guides.” His eyes catch David’s, who gives him a cheeky smile as he throws his feather boa in Feliciano’s direction.
Daringly, Andy presses a little closer. “But what if I want you?”
Turning his head, Feliciano comes face to face with Andy, close enough to smell his spicy cologne. Andy’s eyes remain friendly and bright, but he can see the fire that dwells within. Feliciano grins, knowing Andy will chase him as far as he wishes. “Too bad.”
Andy chuckles. “What if I show up here every night until you say yes?”
“You know that guy,” Feliciano says, pointing to Marat. “He’s the security too. Plus he’s a good friend.”
Andy takes a look, assessing Marat. If it comes down to it, he could take him on… Maybe. “So? I’m not worried. Look. Take my number and call me on your day off. You do get days off, right?” He hands Feliciano a business card, which he takes reluctantly.
“You know where I work, so why I call you?”
“Because I want you to show me your city. You live here, yeah?”
Feliciano shrugs, knowing exactly what Andy is trying to do. “Maybe.”
“Ok, fine. Are you off for the night? How about we go for a drink right now?”
Feliciano shakes his head. “No. I’m tired. Long day.” He turns back around again, jutting out his backside, aware that Andy checks it out before following suit.
“Come on, Feli. I’m”
“Feli,” Nando cuts in with a kiss to Feliciano’s cheek. “Hey Americano,” he nods to Andy. “Ready to go?”
Feliciano nods as he pushes off the bar. “Nice to meet you, Andy. Have fun in Spain.”
Andy gives him a weak smile, thrown off by Nando’s presence. “Yeah. Same here. Thanks.”
Feliciano and Nando walk off together and when they get outside, Feliciano smacks him. “What the hell was that?”
Nando shrugs. “The Americano was all but drooling when you were on stage. Was he trying to get with you?”
“Yeah. But he was nice. There was no reason to do that.”
“Ooooooh. So you like this one?”
Feliciano ignores the question until he’s seated inside the car and Nando pokes him. “He’s nice,” he offers once again. Nando frowns.
“Nice? You don’t need nice and you don’t need tourists. Remember that fucker from, where was he from, Sweden? Robert or Roger or something?”
“Roger from Switzerland,” Feliciano says quietly as he looks out the window. The Swiss, even almost a year later, is still a sore spot.
“Whatever. He’s still a fucking idiot.” When there’s a red light, Nando turns to him and places Feliciano’s hand in his. “Look, Feli. I just don't want to see you hurt again. And I’m not just talking about Roger. You need to find someone outside of the club.”
“I don’t date the customers!” Feliciano exclaims as he drops Nando’s hand. "Roger is the only exception because he wouldn’t me alone. Ser… The other one knew I work there so he would always come by but I met him somewhere else originally. You know, you pick up more guys than I do at the club and don’t even try to deny it.”
Nando grins at him. "Yeah ok. Maybe I do but I don’t try to have relationships with them. I’m more than happy with just a fuck, Feli. You know that.”
Feliciano lets out a sigh as he looks out the window again. “Yeah, Nando. I know.”
+++++
Four days have passed since Andy and his friends walked in the club and still no call from Feliciano. He tries not to think about it so much. After all, he is a stripper. He must be hit on all the time. But still, Andy can’t help but image Feliciano’s hard tight body underneath him…
Later that night he fakes a sickness and stays at the hotel while the others club hop. Around midnight, Andy walks into the strip club and takes a seat in the corner, feeling a bit weird coming by himself.
Feliciano spots him before Andy sees him and fixes his hair before he approaches his table. “Hello, Sir. What can I get for you?”
Recognizing the accent, Andy looks up, floored when he sees a shirtless Feliciano, looking better than he did the other day. It takes him a moment to collect himself.
“You,” Andy rasps.
“Sorry, not on the menu,” Feliciano says cheekily as he shifts his weight on his back foot, leaning away from Andy.
“Well… What if I wanted a dance?” Andy questions. “A private dance?”
“I’ll check if Nando’s free or David. He’s the guy that was on after me that day.”
Andy shakes his head. “Nope. I want you.”
“I’m only a waiter tonight. No dancing.”
“Come on, Feli,” Andy all but begs. “Just one dance.”
Feliciano bites down on his lip. He knows no one will care if he gives Andy a dance but he’s not sure if he wants to. Andy gives him a puppy dog pout, making the Spaniard laugh. “Just hold on a second.”
He goes to the back to retrieve a key to the private rooms when he sees Nando getting ready for his routine.
“You dancing for someone, Feli?”
Feliciano grins. “Maybe.”
Nando laughs as he pats him on the back. “Make it good like always.”
Feliciano just laughs as he walks away, feeling a bit relieved. It’s just a dance. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. He approaches Andy once again and nods at him to follow. Together they make their way to the private rooms. Feliciano finds a vacant one and holds the door open for Andy to enter first. He puts on some music, something sultry and throbbing with drums, while Andy takes a seat on the couch.
As the music begins to sound throughout the room, Feliciano keeps his back to the American as he sways his hips from left to right and back again. He throws a look over his shoulders, catching the lust already in Andy’s eyes. He turns around and prowls over, every step stealthy in its movement. When he reaches Andy, Feliciano leans in and places his hands on his thighs to part them before dropping down. They’re eyes remain on each other as Feliciano bounces between Andy’s legs. He slowly ascends, turning around. His ass is right in front of Andy’s face and it takes every inch of Andy’s will power to not touch him.
The beat suddenly picks up and so does Feliciano’s movement. He swivels his hips in a circle and then his whole body as he stands facing Andy once again. Carefully, he pulls Andy to the edge of the couch, then places his arms around his neck. Andy lets out a groan when Felicianno drops once against, his crotch at the same level as the Spaniard’s pouty lips. Upon hearing the sound, Feliciano suppresses a grin and leans in even closer, ghosting his lips over the tenting pants. Teasing to the best of his ability, Feliciano pulls back to get up and straddle Andy’s hips.
“Feli… fuck. Can I touch you?”
Feliciano doesn’t answer, just smiles as he begins to grind his ass down on Andy, feeling the hardness of Andy’s muscles and length. He loves the feeling, knowing how desperate he can make someone feel.
He creeps his fingers into Andy’s hair and pulls his head back as he ghosts his lips over his collarbone, his throat. When he reaches his lips, they breathe against each other, sharing every exhale and inhale. Hazel eyes lock on brown and for the moment they forget about everything else. Feliciano leans in even closer, ready to close off the millimeter of space that separates their lips when suddenly Feliciano becomes aware of the loud silence. The music has ended.
When he pulls back, breathing heavily, Andy claws at him.
“Nononono. Stay. Where are you going?”
Feliciano strokes his cheekily, smiling shyly. “The music ended.”
“I’ll pay for more. I don’t care! Just don’t leave.”
Sense coming back to him, Feliciano regretfully slides off Andy’s lap. “No. I… I think it’s better we stop here.”
“Feli…” Andy closes his eyes, his body still heavy from Feliciano’s seduction. “Come home with me.”
“I can’t, Andy. I think… I think you should leave.”
Andy’s eyes whip open. “What? No. Feli… It’s just that I really like you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. I”
Feliciano shakes his head but he’s smiling. “You didn’t offend me. I just think it would be good to end the night. But…” He pauses as he thinks it over. “I will call you. Okay?”
Andy smiles weakly, thinking he’s heard that line before. He collects himself and walks over to the Spaniard. There’s a moment of hesitation before he leans in for a hug. Feliciano happily complies but his pleasantly surprised when Andy places a kiss to either side of his cheek, flipping his customary gesture on him. He does the same before pulling away.
Andy strokes his cheek and offers one last smile before he opens the door and leaves. Closing his suddenly heavy eyes, Feliciano silently hopes he still has Andy’s business card.
TBC