fic: mantener seguro
title: mantener seguro
pairing: carlos moya/rafael nadal
rating: nc-17 (or maybe just r)
disclaimer: fiction
summary: rafael heads home after losing in new york
i have no idea where this came from. randomz.
The first thing he does when he gets home from the airport, aside from basking in the comfortable Mallorcan air, is take a shower. He stands underneath the showerhead, relishing the way the hot, almost scalding water, loosens up his tense muscles. Dipping his head, he lets the water flow into his hair and down his shoulders. The steam fills the space quickly, clouding his vision slightly but he doesn’t mind; he just closes his eyes anyway.
It has been a long few months for Rafael. From winning the Australian Open to losing early at the French and then being sidelined with an injury, it has been a little more than taxing on his mind and body. Now adding the semi-final loss in New York, Rafael just wants to disappear for a little while; somewhere he can clear his head and not worry about knee tendonitis or abdominal tears. Coming home to Mallorca probably isn’t the best choice to be anonymous and irrelevant but at the end of the day, it is his home, the one place that will accept and love him regardless.
The water continues to soothe him. Rafael reaches for the shampoo and pours a liberal amount into the palm of his hand. He hates the smell of the airplanes, especially how it clings to his hair. He begins to massage it into his scalp when strong arms wrap around his waist.
“Want me to help with that?”
Carlos’ soft stubble tickles against his neck as he places tiny kisses to Rafael’s skin. Rafael leans back into the touch, his body going limp against Carlos’. Fingers sink into his hair, rotating in little circles. Rafael feels his shoulders drop as he lets Carlos take control. First at the top of his head then to nape of his neck, Carlos makes sure every inch of the shampoo is rinsed completely from his hair before reaching for the bar of soap. Starting at his shoulders, Carlos works his fingers and the soap into Rafael’s skin gently, loosening up tense muscles as he goes. He pays special attention to his chest, carefully rubbing down to his stomach, petting the soreness. When he slips his fingers around Rafael’s cock, his eyes flutter open, a quiet moan escaping from his lips but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything but lean further into the touch.
Moulding himself completely against Rafael’s back, Carlos slides his hand back and settles his palm against the shaft. He places open-mouthed kisses to the nape of Rafael’s neck, his tongue teasing and soothing. He starts off slowly; his hand moving in a rhythmic motion against Rafael’s stiffening cock. The water makes the glide much easier. He picks up the pace when he feels Rafael shudder against him. When an arm fastens securely around his waist, holding him flush against Carlos, Rafael tips his head onto Carlos’ shoulder. The steam, the heat from the water, the soothing touch of his lover relaxes him completely. He can feel Carlos hard against him and he wants more.
“C-Carlos.”
Carlos shushes him gently as he increases the pressure, his palm sliding over the head of Rafael’s cock and down the shaft. He feels Rafael’s body tense up again and he knows the exact moment he come. Rafael let out a strangled noise when his orgasm hits, his body shaking slightly. He opens his eyes to watch the water, the dirt, his come, his doubts swirl around before draining away. After a moment he turns off the water and slowly spins around to face the one man that knows him better than himself. Rafael smiles when he sees Carlos’ happy but concerned face and leans in for a proper kiss. His hands slide to Carlos’ hair where he pulls away the elastic, loving the feel of the long locks through his fingers. This is all he needs.
Rafael pulls away, his eyes closing slightly when Carlos strokes his cheek. “I should be taking care of you.” He pulls one hand away to slide down Carlos’ body, running a finger down his cock.
Carlos doesn’t say anything, just smiles as he pulls Rafael into his embrace. They remain like that for some time, not caring about their wet bodies until Rafael shivers from the water slowly cooling on his skin. As Carlos wraps a towel around Rafael’s shoulders, he wonders how long they can hide out, here in their home, before having to face the real world again, where others than themselves exist.
pairing: carlos moya/rafael nadal
rating: nc-17 (or maybe just r)
disclaimer: fiction
summary: rafael heads home after losing in new york
i have no idea where this came from. randomz.
The first thing he does when he gets home from the airport, aside from basking in the comfortable Mallorcan air, is take a shower. He stands underneath the showerhead, relishing the way the hot, almost scalding water, loosens up his tense muscles. Dipping his head, he lets the water flow into his hair and down his shoulders. The steam fills the space quickly, clouding his vision slightly but he doesn’t mind; he just closes his eyes anyway.
It has been a long few months for Rafael. From winning the Australian Open to losing early at the French and then being sidelined with an injury, it has been a little more than taxing on his mind and body. Now adding the semi-final loss in New York, Rafael just wants to disappear for a little while; somewhere he can clear his head and not worry about knee tendonitis or abdominal tears. Coming home to Mallorca probably isn’t the best choice to be anonymous and irrelevant but at the end of the day, it is his home, the one place that will accept and love him regardless.
The water continues to soothe him. Rafael reaches for the shampoo and pours a liberal amount into the palm of his hand. He hates the smell of the airplanes, especially how it clings to his hair. He begins to massage it into his scalp when strong arms wrap around his waist.
“Want me to help with that?”
Carlos’ soft stubble tickles against his neck as he places tiny kisses to Rafael’s skin. Rafael leans back into the touch, his body going limp against Carlos’. Fingers sink into his hair, rotating in little circles. Rafael feels his shoulders drop as he lets Carlos take control. First at the top of his head then to nape of his neck, Carlos makes sure every inch of the shampoo is rinsed completely from his hair before reaching for the bar of soap. Starting at his shoulders, Carlos works his fingers and the soap into Rafael’s skin gently, loosening up tense muscles as he goes. He pays special attention to his chest, carefully rubbing down to his stomach, petting the soreness. When he slips his fingers around Rafael’s cock, his eyes flutter open, a quiet moan escaping from his lips but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything but lean further into the touch.
Moulding himself completely against Rafael’s back, Carlos slides his hand back and settles his palm against the shaft. He places open-mouthed kisses to the nape of Rafael’s neck, his tongue teasing and soothing. He starts off slowly; his hand moving in a rhythmic motion against Rafael’s stiffening cock. The water makes the glide much easier. He picks up the pace when he feels Rafael shudder against him. When an arm fastens securely around his waist, holding him flush against Carlos, Rafael tips his head onto Carlos’ shoulder. The steam, the heat from the water, the soothing touch of his lover relaxes him completely. He can feel Carlos hard against him and he wants more.
“C-Carlos.”
Carlos shushes him gently as he increases the pressure, his palm sliding over the head of Rafael’s cock and down the shaft. He feels Rafael’s body tense up again and he knows the exact moment he come. Rafael let out a strangled noise when his orgasm hits, his body shaking slightly. He opens his eyes to watch the water, the dirt, his come, his doubts swirl around before draining away. After a moment he turns off the water and slowly spins around to face the one man that knows him better than himself. Rafael smiles when he sees Carlos’ happy but concerned face and leans in for a proper kiss. His hands slide to Carlos’ hair where he pulls away the elastic, loving the feel of the long locks through his fingers. This is all he needs.
Rafael pulls away, his eyes closing slightly when Carlos strokes his cheek. “I should be taking care of you.” He pulls one hand away to slide down Carlos’ body, running a finger down his cock.
Carlos doesn’t say anything, just smiles as he pulls Rafael into his embrace. They remain like that for some time, not caring about their wet bodies until Rafael shivers from the water slowly cooling on his skin. As Carlos wraps a towel around Rafael’s shoulders, he wonders how long they can hide out, here in their home, before having to face the real world again, where others than themselves exist.