Fic by me. Volume III. Teh silly badfic continues.
Ok kids, I've been pondering... to post or not to post...
But all this talk about Rafa speaking Italian and the many and varied uses of the word "dirty" in this LJ have been like signs. Good ones. You'll see why, later on. So, post, it is.
Remember I told you once about that Monster Slash Project I had together with watercolourblue? By now I should have written at least three fics. But I've only finished one, mwahahaha *is a Looser*
From all the missions I've been given -because we set deadlines, oh yes- I only finished this one. That was... more than two months ago. So here you have it.
Untitled
Rating: R, I think.
Pairing: Richard Gasquet/Rafa Nadal (ehgads it isn't rafalos, I'm going to hell for this)
Disclaimer: It's all in my head.
Warnings: Dirty talk.
A/N: Keywords are French accent, Locker room pranks and Phone dirty talk. And just for the record, I'm sure uncle Toni doesn't sound like this at all for he is supreme Zen Master and I'm a dork. Set during this year's Marseille tourney. There are three characters here. And I like to fill my stuff with random trivia and/or hidden movie quotes, so brownie points if you find the slightly altered quote here XP Oh and do feel free to correct my lousy French.
Thank you, once again, to my nastasie for beta and encouragement. And thank you to watercolourblue for getting into this thing with me and for all her wonderful writings which I've become addicted to.
I'm also providing audio help to enhance the experience. Keep the sound of their voices in your head, it's fun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSXolgzKJ7A
http://media.putfile.com/25-01-07-Larguero
“’lo?”
“Bonjour, Rafa. Are you busy?”
“Oh, Richard, hey.”
“Rafel! Chatter away when you’re done training! Didn’t I tell you to turn off the phone? I remember telling you to turn off the phone.”
“Oh, come on, I was about to take a break now, anyway, I need some re-hydration here.”
“Make it quick. Tell Richie hi from me.”
“Um. So sorry. Am I getting you in trouble with your uncle?”
“Nah, he’s always like this, you know him. How are you? How’s Marseille?”
“What an awful pronunciation of my beloved native language.”
“You can’t string a complete phrase in Majorcan, shut up.”
“I would like to hear you try a complete phrase in French. No “uh”s or “um”s in between.”
“Ok, then. Qui ne risque rien n'a rien. How’s that?”
“Figures you’d have learned that one by now. I blame it all on the Spanish Civil War, not fair.”
“That’s how your side got Jean Reno, again, shut up.”
“But I have yet to hear you speak Italian, you always lie about not knowing but three languages.”
“I’m just gentlemanly restraining from bragging unlike… other people.”
“Oui, sure. Marseille, très bien. And I have a chance to win, but we miss you anyway. Some of us.”
“So kind of you to include “some of you”.”
“Is your… backside doing better?”
“… Oh please, let it out, you’ll explode if you don’t.”
“How’s your famous ass doing?”
“Ok. You can stop laughing now. That’s enough.”
“Fine, fine, je suis désolé, donc très désolé…”
“Ok, it was nice speaking to you Richie…”
“Wait, wait! I haven’t told you what I called to tell you.”
“… yes?”
“I found your little gift in my racket bag.”
“… What little…?”
“While I was in the locker room.”
“… oh.”
“Filled to the brim with players.”
“…”
“Rafel, get up from the ground... Are you ok? Why are you crying? … Why are you laughing?...”
“Yeah, say hi to Toni from me too. Rafel, I’ve always liked the sound of that... Rafa?... Rafa. Oui. Bon. As much as the sound of your laughter pleases me, you can get too much of a good thing.”
“Aaaaaaaw, you like the sound of my laughter? Really?”
“Your nasal wheezing is like Beethoven to my ears. But I did want to let you know how grateful I am for that gift. It’s open up to me a whole new world of possibilities. In fact, I’m so grateful that I wanted to give some of the satisfaction back. Is your uncle near you?”
“Ehm. Not right now, he came to raise the eyebrow at me rolling on the ground laughing, but he’s back to speaking with Ángel. … Why?”
“Ok. I just wanted to tell you… that if you had been here, in Marseille, I would have fucked your famous ass with that dildo so hard that you wouldn’t have been able to tell up from down and the only words you could have pronounced would have been please and my name. And god’s, maybe.”
“… What!?”
“Perhaps I need to explain myself better, I’m still getting my grasp on English. Do you want me to speak slower? Like this? Ok. I would have started by backing you up against a wall, so the contrast between the cold wall on your back and the warmth of my body in front of you would make you push against me on your own. Then I would have tongue fucked your ear, slowly, to see that beautiful skin of yours rise with goosebumps. And it would have been such a pleasure to run my fingers up your bare arms and feel the effects of my tongue in your ear, making love to it. Are you listening? Are you there?”
“… uh, yeah.”
“Bon. Your hair would have tickled my face while I’d have run my tongue down your neck and my nails up your back, and I would have unbuttoned your shirt, sucking on your nipples and biting down on them to see your back arching from the wall, my hands in your hair, pulling back your head. And you taste so good, I’m sure. Have you ever tasted yourself? Just out of curiosity?”
“…”
“Never mind. The next time I get you alone I will taste you myself. And I know I’m going to love your taste. But first I would look at you. I would bare you, bit by bit, drinking up the sight of your body. Do you like to be looked at, Rafel? Imagine you touching yourself, splayed and open and vulnerable and so hot, and me there, just staring at you while you bring yourself to orgasm. I could spend my entire life just looking at you, moving. I like the way you move like you wouldn’t believe, and I am dying to know how you move when you’re having sex. Are you vocal, Rafel? You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”
“… no.”
“It sounds sweeter than Rafael. Well, um. Where was I?”
“Am I vocal?”
“I don’t think you are, much. You like to be in control of yourself, and I suppose you would be too focused on your partner getting off to let yourself go and scream. So, making you lose it and get all vocal would be… something of a feat. Am I right?”
“I-I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been paying enough attention.”
“I could. I could even make you beg. I could play with you, I would have you laid down, relaxed and soft-eyed, in front of me, on your back, between my legs, with your knees over my shoulders and then I would put my fingers inside you, slow, always slow. I could play with you like that for hours. And you would look just gorgeous, breathless and speechless, just a quivering puddle of skin and flesh, sweating all over and begging, softly, with that tired voice you make sometimes, all deep and scratchy, for me to screw you and just finish you up. And I could eat up every inch of that skin, but I think I’d settle for pushing you down on your knees, looking into your beautiful eyes, and feeding you my cock before I fucked you with it, and I want so much to fuck your mouth, to see your perfect lips stretching around me, and to finish it all I would eat my cum out of your ass after I’ve pounded on you, I would put my tongue inside you and suck and then I’d kiss you to make you swallow it while you come again in my fist. I could get off on your breathing, right now. Just on the way you’re breathing, hard and fast … what was that thump? Rafa, are you ok?”
“’T was… water.”
“I’ve never heard water do that.”
“A-a bottle, it was a bottle. Of water. I dropped a bottle.”
“Oh, Ok. I hope you didn’t get it all on your pants. Although it could be of help for cooling you down. Mon dieu, I’m sorry. I let myself get carried away, do you think the purring was over the top?”
“Richie.”
“… But I just had to express my enormous gratitude at you slipping a bright pink dildo on my racket bag. It was so very thoughtful of you, knowing perfectly well that I like to get everything out of my bag on the bench before my first match to throw away what I don’t need.”
“Richard.”
“Most of the times, while I chat with my dad or other players in the locker room to relax. Yep. Well, will be seeing you soon. La balle est de ton coté, mon cher. I’m sure uncle Toni will want to have you back to practice right now, as soon as you hang up and won’t let you out of his sight until you’re done for the day. Have a wonderful practice.”
“Rafel! Quit slacking, boy! Are you coming or what?”
As always I demaaaand C&C *bites lip* pleashe.
Ok, now I'm going to bed before I regret posting and delete the whole entry :B
But all this talk about Rafa speaking Italian and the many and varied uses of the word "dirty" in this LJ have been like signs. Good ones. You'll see why, later on. So, post, it is.
Remember I told you once about that Monster Slash Project I had together with watercolourblue? By now I should have written at least three fics. But I've only finished one, mwahahaha *is a Looser*
From all the missions I've been given -because we set deadlines, oh yes- I only finished this one. That was... more than two months ago. So here you have it.
Untitled
Rating: R, I think.
Pairing: Richard Gasquet/Rafa Nadal (ehgads it isn't rafalos, I'm going to hell for this)
Disclaimer: It's all in my head.
Warnings: Dirty talk.
A/N: Keywords are French accent, Locker room pranks and Phone dirty talk. And just for the record, I'm sure uncle Toni doesn't sound like this at all for he is supreme Zen Master and I'm a dork. Set during this year's Marseille tourney. There are three characters here. And I like to fill my stuff with random trivia and/or hidden movie quotes, so brownie points if you find the slightly altered quote here XP Oh and do feel free to correct my lousy French.
Thank you, once again, to my nastasie for beta and encouragement. And thank you to watercolourblue for getting into this thing with me and for all her wonderful writings which I've become addicted to.
I'm also providing audio help to enhance the experience. Keep the sound of their voices in your head, it's fun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSXolgzKJ7A
http://media.putfile.com/25-01-07-Larguero
“’lo?”
“Bonjour, Rafa. Are you busy?”
“Oh, Richard, hey.”
“Rafel! Chatter away when you’re done training! Didn’t I tell you to turn off the phone? I remember telling you to turn off the phone.”
“Oh, come on, I was about to take a break now, anyway, I need some re-hydration here.”
“Make it quick. Tell Richie hi from me.”
“Um. So sorry. Am I getting you in trouble with your uncle?”
“Nah, he’s always like this, you know him. How are you? How’s Marseille?”
“What an awful pronunciation of my beloved native language.”
“You can’t string a complete phrase in Majorcan, shut up.”
“I would like to hear you try a complete phrase in French. No “uh”s or “um”s in between.”
“Ok, then. Qui ne risque rien n'a rien. How’s that?”
“Figures you’d have learned that one by now. I blame it all on the Spanish Civil War, not fair.”
“That’s how your side got Jean Reno, again, shut up.”
“But I have yet to hear you speak Italian, you always lie about not knowing but three languages.”
“I’m just gentlemanly restraining from bragging unlike… other people.”
“Oui, sure. Marseille, très bien. And I have a chance to win, but we miss you anyway. Some of us.”
“So kind of you to include “some of you”.”
“Is your… backside doing better?”
“… Oh please, let it out, you’ll explode if you don’t.”
“How’s your famous ass doing?”
“Ok. You can stop laughing now. That’s enough.”
“Fine, fine, je suis désolé, donc très désolé…”
“Ok, it was nice speaking to you Richie…”
“Wait, wait! I haven’t told you what I called to tell you.”
“… yes?”
“I found your little gift in my racket bag.”
“… What little…?”
“While I was in the locker room.”
“… oh.”
“Filled to the brim with players.”
“…”
“Rafel, get up from the ground... Are you ok? Why are you crying? … Why are you laughing?...”
“Yeah, say hi to Toni from me too. Rafel, I’ve always liked the sound of that... Rafa?... Rafa. Oui. Bon. As much as the sound of your laughter pleases me, you can get too much of a good thing.”
“Aaaaaaaw, you like the sound of my laughter? Really?”
“Your nasal wheezing is like Beethoven to my ears. But I did want to let you know how grateful I am for that gift. It’s open up to me a whole new world of possibilities. In fact, I’m so grateful that I wanted to give some of the satisfaction back. Is your uncle near you?”
“Ehm. Not right now, he came to raise the eyebrow at me rolling on the ground laughing, but he’s back to speaking with Ángel. … Why?”
“Ok. I just wanted to tell you… that if you had been here, in Marseille, I would have fucked your famous ass with that dildo so hard that you wouldn’t have been able to tell up from down and the only words you could have pronounced would have been please and my name. And god’s, maybe.”
“… What!?”
“Perhaps I need to explain myself better, I’m still getting my grasp on English. Do you want me to speak slower? Like this? Ok. I would have started by backing you up against a wall, so the contrast between the cold wall on your back and the warmth of my body in front of you would make you push against me on your own. Then I would have tongue fucked your ear, slowly, to see that beautiful skin of yours rise with goosebumps. And it would have been such a pleasure to run my fingers up your bare arms and feel the effects of my tongue in your ear, making love to it. Are you listening? Are you there?”
“… uh, yeah.”
“Bon. Your hair would have tickled my face while I’d have run my tongue down your neck and my nails up your back, and I would have unbuttoned your shirt, sucking on your nipples and biting down on them to see your back arching from the wall, my hands in your hair, pulling back your head. And you taste so good, I’m sure. Have you ever tasted yourself? Just out of curiosity?”
“…”
“Never mind. The next time I get you alone I will taste you myself. And I know I’m going to love your taste. But first I would look at you. I would bare you, bit by bit, drinking up the sight of your body. Do you like to be looked at, Rafel? Imagine you touching yourself, splayed and open and vulnerable and so hot, and me there, just staring at you while you bring yourself to orgasm. I could spend my entire life just looking at you, moving. I like the way you move like you wouldn’t believe, and I am dying to know how you move when you’re having sex. Are you vocal, Rafel? You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”
“… no.”
“It sounds sweeter than Rafael. Well, um. Where was I?”
“Am I vocal?”
“I don’t think you are, much. You like to be in control of yourself, and I suppose you would be too focused on your partner getting off to let yourself go and scream. So, making you lose it and get all vocal would be… something of a feat. Am I right?”
“I-I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been paying enough attention.”
“I could. I could even make you beg. I could play with you, I would have you laid down, relaxed and soft-eyed, in front of me, on your back, between my legs, with your knees over my shoulders and then I would put my fingers inside you, slow, always slow. I could play with you like that for hours. And you would look just gorgeous, breathless and speechless, just a quivering puddle of skin and flesh, sweating all over and begging, softly, with that tired voice you make sometimes, all deep and scratchy, for me to screw you and just finish you up. And I could eat up every inch of that skin, but I think I’d settle for pushing you down on your knees, looking into your beautiful eyes, and feeding you my cock before I fucked you with it, and I want so much to fuck your mouth, to see your perfect lips stretching around me, and to finish it all I would eat my cum out of your ass after I’ve pounded on you, I would put my tongue inside you and suck and then I’d kiss you to make you swallow it while you come again in my fist. I could get off on your breathing, right now. Just on the way you’re breathing, hard and fast … what was that thump? Rafa, are you ok?”
“’T was… water.”
“I’ve never heard water do that.”
“A-a bottle, it was a bottle. Of water. I dropped a bottle.”
“Oh, Ok. I hope you didn’t get it all on your pants. Although it could be of help for cooling you down. Mon dieu, I’m sorry. I let myself get carried away, do you think the purring was over the top?”
“Richie.”
“… But I just had to express my enormous gratitude at you slipping a bright pink dildo on my racket bag. It was so very thoughtful of you, knowing perfectly well that I like to get everything out of my bag on the bench before my first match to throw away what I don’t need.”
“Richard.”
“Most of the times, while I chat with my dad or other players in the locker room to relax. Yep. Well, will be seeing you soon. La balle est de ton coté, mon cher. I’m sure uncle Toni will want to have you back to practice right now, as soon as you hang up and won’t let you out of his sight until you’re done for the day. Have a wonderful practice.”
“Rafel! Quit slacking, boy! Are you coming or what?”
As always I demaaaand C&C *bites lip* pleashe.
Ok, now I'm going to bed before I regret posting and delete the whole entry :B