now waiting for your call
title: now waiting for your call
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: r
disclaimer: never happened.
word count: ~580
summary: Fernando's in France, and Feliciano isn't. That's not a problem. That's what phones are for, after all.
notes: cut text and title from Anberlin - Dance, Dance, Christa Paffgen. written for lone_star_aggie, who is also an awesome cheerleader.
Feliciano doesn't argue with Fernando when he says he's still playing Nice. They both know he's argued the pros and cons forwards and backwards with his team, and really, Feliciano doesn't want to get into that.
He doesn't even mind much that Nando's going to Cannes, even though they both know one of Feli's weak spots is when Nando's dressed up.
Fuck, even Rafa knows that. As much as he's told them both repeatedly how he wishes he didn't.
Fernando sends him pictures of what he's going to wear that night, and Feliciano 'hmmms’ down the phone at him. Fernando doesn't push him for an opinion though, and Feli talks about being at home - 'your mother said she say she sees me more than you' - and Nando laughs down the line - 'well, your mother said-' 'how old are you again, twelve?' 'Better than being an old man.' - and they spend a good portion of the afternoon on the phone saying not much of any merit at all.
Eventually Nando says he has to get ready - 'what, already? You're such a girl.' 'At least I don't own hair straighteners.' - and Feli laughs and hangs up.
he goes out for dinner with friends, because just cause Fernando's off somewhere else doesn't mean his whole life stops. And yeah, he has a good time, but when the others say they're going to a club after the meal is finished, Feli goes home.
Knowing that Fernando's out getting photographed and talking to film stars doesn't stop Feli from texting him. If anything, it kind of spurs him on.
god if i was there, i would sneak into the bathroom with you and blow you
And when there's no reply to the first text - well, he's not going to stop there.
or i'd make you wait and just slowly jerk you off until you're desperate and gasping
or, he sends after a minute or two, i'd grind against you until you came in those really expensive trousers
And that's what finally gets him a reply. oh fuck i hate you i hate you i hate you
you don't mean that. but i bet you're looking for a bathroom right now
NOT. AM NOT.
And Feli can imagine Nando's flustered face, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.
He doesn't get any more texts, and he doesn't send anymore. But it’s not long before Nando rings up.
'God, you bastard' he groans. 'I can't believe you did that.'
Feli laughs. 'Don’t tell me you wouldn't do the same.'
There's a long pause. 'Fuck you,' Fernando offers eventually, sounding petulant because they both know he would.
'I kind of wish I was there,' Feli says, dropping his voice to a whisper.
'Oh?' Nando says breathlessly, annoyance forgotten.
'Mmm. You dressed up so smart like that, I wouldn't know where to begin.' Nando groans in reply, and Feli hears the faint sound of clothes rustling. 'Actually,' he says, drawing the word out. 'I have an idea.'
'Uh-huh?'
He grins wickedly, even though he knows Nando can’t see him. 'I'd burn that fucking jacket.'
'Feli!' Nando says, sounding annoyed and desperate and pathetic all at once. 'I hate you.'
Feli laughs. 'So you don't want phone sex, huh?'
'....I never said that.'
And the thing is, he knows Fernando's going to make him pay for this when they see each other next, but really, that's half the point.
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: r
disclaimer: never happened.
word count: ~580
summary: Fernando's in France, and Feliciano isn't. That's not a problem. That's what phones are for, after all.
notes: cut text and title from Anberlin - Dance, Dance, Christa Paffgen. written for lone_star_aggie, who is also an awesome cheerleader.
Feliciano doesn't argue with Fernando when he says he's still playing Nice. They both know he's argued the pros and cons forwards and backwards with his team, and really, Feliciano doesn't want to get into that.
He doesn't even mind much that Nando's going to Cannes, even though they both know one of Feli's weak spots is when Nando's dressed up.
Fuck, even Rafa knows that. As much as he's told them both repeatedly how he wishes he didn't.
Fernando sends him pictures of what he's going to wear that night, and Feliciano 'hmmms’ down the phone at him. Fernando doesn't push him for an opinion though, and Feli talks about being at home - 'your mother said she say she sees me more than you' - and Nando laughs down the line - 'well, your mother said-' 'how old are you again, twelve?' 'Better than being an old man.' - and they spend a good portion of the afternoon on the phone saying not much of any merit at all.
Eventually Nando says he has to get ready - 'what, already? You're such a girl.' 'At least I don't own hair straighteners.' - and Feli laughs and hangs up.
he goes out for dinner with friends, because just cause Fernando's off somewhere else doesn't mean his whole life stops. And yeah, he has a good time, but when the others say they're going to a club after the meal is finished, Feli goes home.
Knowing that Fernando's out getting photographed and talking to film stars doesn't stop Feli from texting him. If anything, it kind of spurs him on.
god if i was there, i would sneak into the bathroom with you and blow you
And when there's no reply to the first text - well, he's not going to stop there.
or i'd make you wait and just slowly jerk you off until you're desperate and gasping
or, he sends after a minute or two, i'd grind against you until you came in those really expensive trousers
And that's what finally gets him a reply. oh fuck i hate you i hate you i hate you
you don't mean that. but i bet you're looking for a bathroom right now
NOT. AM NOT.
And Feli can imagine Nando's flustered face, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.
He doesn't get any more texts, and he doesn't send anymore. But it’s not long before Nando rings up.
'God, you bastard' he groans. 'I can't believe you did that.'
Feli laughs. 'Don’t tell me you wouldn't do the same.'
There's a long pause. 'Fuck you,' Fernando offers eventually, sounding petulant because they both know he would.
'I kind of wish I was there,' Feli says, dropping his voice to a whisper.
'Oh?' Nando says breathlessly, annoyance forgotten.
'Mmm. You dressed up so smart like that, I wouldn't know where to begin.' Nando groans in reply, and Feli hears the faint sound of clothes rustling. 'Actually,' he says, drawing the word out. 'I have an idea.'
'Uh-huh?'
He grins wickedly, even though he knows Nando can’t see him. 'I'd burn that fucking jacket.'
'Feli!' Nando says, sounding annoyed and desperate and pathetic all at once. 'I hate you.'
Feli laughs. 'So you don't want phone sex, huh?'
'....I never said that.'
And the thing is, he knows Fernando's going to make him pay for this when they see each other next, but really, that's half the point.