FIC: Due Penance for Slyreflection
The other players, Marat in particular, used to nicely joke about Roger’s virtually charmed look. Rafa did laugh to do like others, but he never commented it. Partly because he still lacked English vocab to do it properly, but mostly because he didn’t like the view of them together.
He had desired his arch-nemesis for now three years, but the older Swiss had never responsed to his advances. One day the Spaniard had awkwardly tried to kiss him one evening on the practise courts and Roger had calmly but firmly pushed him back.
The idea of having Stan surrendering began to obsess him the minute he had left the court: he would revenge for Roger having refused him, and would taste what flavour this young and tempting man had. He decided to wait him in the locker room. Stan wasn’t long to arrive, his bags hanging on his shoulders and slightly bent to his left to balance the whole. Rafa was bent on his shoes and made like he hadn’t noticed him entering the room.
_“Congratulations: you played wonderful.” he heard; when looking up, he saw a tired and slightly desappointed Stan; but still, he didn’t seem too affected at all. He had this calm Rafa had so many read on Roger’s face. Swiss characteristic really, he thought.
_” Merci” he answered with a grin.
_”De nada.”
Rafa stood up and came near him, still grinning.
He was about to wrap him when the Swiss said: “ Don’t have illusions, Rafa. I’m in couple.”
_”But you’re appealed by me...”
_” I am. But I’m in love and I’m faithful.”
_” Come on little Stan, let me just taste your lips...”
The Spaniard came closer again. He believed he had seen his eyes twinkle. He firmly took his waist:
_“Oh no, you’re no gonna go anywhere..” he whispered in his ear. Stan tried to push the wide hands away,but the Spaniard was stronger and didn’t intend to let his sweet prey escape him.
He closed his eyes and was coming for the so desired lips, when a violent pain ran from his balls. He bent under the shock, releasing his hold over Stan.
_” tú cabrón!!”
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BWAAAHAHA!!! XD XD XD
He had desired his arch-nemesis for now three years, but the older Swiss had never responsed to his advances. One day the Spaniard had awkwardly tried to kiss him one evening on the practise courts and Roger had calmly but firmly pushed him back.
The idea of having Stan surrendering began to obsess him the minute he had left the court: he would revenge for Roger having refused him, and would taste what flavour this young and tempting man had. He decided to wait him in the locker room. Stan wasn’t long to arrive, his bags hanging on his shoulders and slightly bent to his left to balance the whole. Rafa was bent on his shoes and made like he hadn’t noticed him entering the room.
_“Congratulations: you played wonderful.” he heard; when looking up, he saw a tired and slightly desappointed Stan; but still, he didn’t seem too affected at all. He had this calm Rafa had so many read on Roger’s face. Swiss characteristic really, he thought.
_” Merci” he answered with a grin.
_”De nada.”
Rafa stood up and came near him, still grinning.
He was about to wrap him when the Swiss said: “ Don’t have illusions, Rafa. I’m in couple.”
_”But you’re appealed by me...”
_” I am. But I’m in love and I’m faithful.”
_” Come on little Stan, let me just taste your lips...”
The Spaniard came closer again. He believed he had seen his eyes twinkle. He firmly took his waist:
_“Oh no, you’re no gonna go anywhere..” he whispered in his ear. Stan tried to push the wide hands away,but the Spaniard was stronger and didn’t intend to let his sweet prey escape him.
He closed his eyes and was coming for the so desired lips, when a violent pain ran from his balls. He bent under the shock, releasing his hold over Stan.
_” tú cabrón!!”
........
BWAAAHAHA!!! XD XD XD