Get the party started
Title: Get the party started
Pairing: Novak Djokovic/Ernests Gulbis
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,648
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and this is a fiction.
Summary: Novak goes to a party and Ernie is left alone; bored, horny, and with far too many cleaning materials.
Author's note: This is a collaboration story with my dear friends crystaleyesd and jeu_set_match. It all started with a sentence “Suddenly, he was at the door, his shirt gaping,” that I found on my working page, ehehe. Oh, I left the format of the story as the way it was, trying to respect our different styles :)
Nole was at a party in one of Monte Carlo's casino with officials; he was dressed in a nice black suit, with a black shirt and a white tie. The party was going well, but one man was very unhappy. Indeed, Ernie felt abandoned when Nole told him he wouldn't be home until early in the morning.
Since Ernie had already cleaned the kitchen twice and gone through all the archives of Nole's MSN sessions, he was lying on the couch, bored. All he could think about was how hot Novak looked when he left for that damn party. With an evil grin, he went to retrieve his cell phone and took some suggestive pictures and sent them to his lover.
Nole felt his phone vibrating, indicating he received a text message. When he opened said message he choked on his champagne. He then quickly excused himself and ran back home. On his way, he took off his jacket and tie, ripping half of the buttons of his shirt.
Ernie jumped when he heard the door open, and turned his head. Nole was at the door, his shirt gaping.
“You’re home!” Ernie pretended that he didn’t expect Novak to come back home any earlier.
“Yes. Nature called.”
“Oh. Bathroom is that way in case you forgot.” Another Oscar winning act was at display and Ernests even pointed at the bathroom while he saw Novak walk straight at him.
“You just had to send those pictures, hadn’t you?” It wasn’t exactly a question, and in a flash, Novak pushed Ernests back on the couch, devouring his lips in passion.
“Well… I was bored…” Ernests answered as soon as their lips parted their ways.
“But you’re always bored.” Novak’s lips were busy with the soft skin on the neck now.
“I tried, you know! I even cleaned the kitchen. Twice!”
Novak stopped his little bites and kisses to turn around and take a look at the kitchen. The place was sparkling.
“Wow, I wonder if we need ice skates. It looks rather slippery.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Ernests beamed and got an idea.
“You know…” He fumbled with the few buttons that were left on Novak’s shirt.
“Yes?”
“The kitchen is all clean and… you know, maybe we can… you know.”
Fortunately, Novak knew what his lover was suggesting. “All right. Hang on.”
Ernests wrapped his arms tightly around Novak’s neck while his legs were around the slim waist. He enjoyed the ride to the kitchen table, having fun with Novak’s left ear between his lips.
“Ernie…”
“Nole…”
The Serb smiled as he heard his lover whine with desire. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his belt.
“Hurry up…”
“If you’re that much in a hurry, you could help me with taking off your own clothes, Ernie.”
“But I thought that was one of your favorite parts.” Ernests looked up from the table, fingers toying with the end of his own T-shirt.
“Yeah, it is. But I don’t want you to burn inside.”
The twenty year old must have liked those words, since Novak’s neck was pulled down soon, lips meeting the eager ones once again.
Ernie moaned as the fingers of his lover, still cold from the air outside, toyed with the bottom of his t-shirt, roaming beneath the fabric and fondling the soft skin underneath. Novak's words were true; he really was burning inside, and from the expression on the Serbian's face, Ernie knew he wasn't going to get off easily. Those eyes flashed with a teasing glance, and the Latvian squirmed at the feather-light touch currently being used on him.
“For God's sake, Nole” he gasped involuntarily, reaching his fingers towards the waistband of his trousers. Nole slapped his hands away and forced him physically back down onto the table, where he landed with a dull thud. Ernie's heart was racing, as he stared up at his lover, lust burning in his eyes.
“You're making me miss my party” Nole said calmly, but his voice held a dangerous edge. “So we're going to do what I want, ok?”
Ernie nodded fervently, half frustrated, but half enjoying Nole's dominant role. He watched as the Serbian unbuttoned his trousers deftly so they fell to the floor, and peeled off his socks so he was left standing in the sparkling kitchen in nothing but his boxers.
“Do you mind putting those in the washing machine?” Ernie said innocently. “I don't want the floor to get dirty!”
Novak raised his eyebrows and took several steps forward so he was almost touching his younger lover. It was a game of cat and mouse, and Novak was not going to let the Latvian cheek him like that. Moving his face to within millimeters of Ernie's soft skin, he whispered in his ear, hot breath making the hairs on the back of Ernie's neck stand up.
“Why don't you do it?” he growled.
It wasn't a request. Shrugging his shoulders, Ernie clambered down from the large wooden table, feeling his erection pressing hard against his jeans, almost painfully so. Novak leaned against the table edge, watching him, and his hand moved down into his shorts.
Novak's clothes were scattered everywhere, and Ernie hurried from place to place, gathering the fabric, but fully aware that behind him, Novak was starting the party without him. He could hear his lover's gasps and moans clearly, deliberately accentuated to turn him on and frustrate him even more. Soon his arms were full and he threw the clothes in the washing machine and slammed the door defiantly.
“Done” he said, breathing heavily, his cheeks slightly flushed.
Ernie could clearly see the outline of Nole's cock as he stroked himself through the fabric, and he felt a shiver run through him. He couldn't wait much longer for this. Novak's head was thrown back, and his eyes glazed shut in an expression of ecstasy. He hadn't even heard Ernie. If he wasn't careful, he was going to go too far and Ernie didn't think he'd ever forgive him.
“Nole!” he said sharply.
Nole's eyes snapped open.
“Oh, sorry!” he grinned lazily. “Have you put the washing powder in?”
“What??” Ernie looked like he was about to explode.
“No point in putting them in the washing machine without turning it on” Novak said, enjoying the fury spreading across Ernie's face. “It'll only take a minute!”
Making a strangled sound of rage, Ernie reached into the cupboard and pulled out the washing powder, yanking open the drawer and pouring half the box in so it overflowed and some of the choking white powder went down his front. Novak smirked.
“Don't forget the fabric softener. This is my favorite shirt!”
Muttering to himself, Ernie grabbed the fabric softener and sloshed it in, slamming the drawer and pushing the 'on' switch like he wanted to perform a similar operation on Nole's eye.
“Satisfied?” the sarcasm dripped from Ernie's tongue.
“Not yet” Nole said, eyebrow raised.
Striding across to the table, Ernie took Nole's face in his hands and kissed him forcefully, the passion of their clashing mouths making them both let out moans of contentment as their tongues collided. Ernie's hands were inside Nole's boxers within seconds, and the Serbian bucked his hips involuntarily, the pleasure of a pair of foreign hands on his cock exploding through him, Ernie's expert touch making him gasp. Now was not the time to tease, and his hands frantically struggled with Ernie's belt buckle, wriggling it free and almost tearing down his jeans. His t-shirt followed, dragging away the fabric from his flushed skin, ruffling his curls and landing in a heap on the newly cleaned floor. Their breaths quickened, panting, snatching fistfuls of air between kisses, as Ernie's hands roamed that body he knew so well but always loved to rediscover.
“Ernie...” Nole gasped as his lover nipped gently at his lips. “Shouldn't you clean up your clothes too?”
Ernie pulled away and Nole saw his eyes narrow, before the Latvian's hand tangled itself in his shock of black hair and pulled down sharply, exposing Nole's milky neck. The right amount of pain mixed with unrelenting pleasure. Nole arched his back and stared to the ceiling as Ernie's furious mouth descended on his, kissing, biting, sucking gently on the untainted skin of his neck while his hands roamed up and down his lover's back, teasing the waistband of his boxers.
The Latvian was kneeling on the table now, his arm wrapped around Nole under him, pulling him closer so their bodies collided, every part touching, slippery with sweat. He could feel the frustration and anger still radiating from Ernie, through his heavy touches to his deep kisses. How the tables had turned, he couldn't be sure, but he was enjoying this dominant Ernie just as much as the submissive one.
Their groins were tantalizingly close; every so often their combined movement would create a friction where their cocks would touch through the fabric, rub together and groans of pleasure would follow. Unable to stand it any longer, Ernie reached down and dragged off Nole's boxers, enjoying the sight of his naked lover lying on his back on the wooden kitchen table.
“What are you grinning at?” Nole asked, thinking Ernie never looked lovelier than when he was bathed in the glow of lust.
“I'm thinking about what I'm going to do to you” Ernie grinned. “Wait here.”
Nole lay back, studying the white ceiling, before he felt a cool, slippery hand on his cock and he inhaled sharply. He continued to stare upwards as Ernie's fingers crawled up his body, his mouth following so he was planting small kisses on Nole's belly, trailing his tongue down the smattering of hair gently while his hands roamed down his back and back between his legs.
It was a foreign feeling, but an incredibly pleasurable one; Ernie's fingers inside him. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, Nole relished these times. He moaned gently as he felt Ernie's warm mouth on him, taking his cock easily inside those lips and sliding back out again.
He heard the sounds; the drag of fabric as Ernie pulled off his boxers, the rustle of a foil wrapper, the squeeze of a tube. Still he didn't look. The excitement of not knowing when put his body in a state of tingling arousal; every nerve seemed to be on fire and ten times as sensitive than normal. Every touch magnified, every kiss ecstasy.
Then he felt himself being filled, slowly, agonizingly. He screwed his eyes up and his fingers gripped the edge of the table as the combined waves of pleasure and pain washed through him. He felt Ernie grope for his legs to push himself further as a shout ripped from his throat. His head swirling, feeling like he'd never breathe again, Nole felt the slow creep of his orgasm through his limbs, to every part of his body. He was close, and he could tell Ernie was too. He glanced at his lover as he moved in and out of him, furiously, the sweat dripping down his curls and his eyes half-closed as if in some sort of trance. He grunted in exertion as he lifted his hips upwards, feeling the brink beneath his feet, teetering, almost.
“Ernie” he whimpered.
Ernie was there, his hands caressing him and Novak let himself fall. Hurtling, yet feather light, into an abyss of nothingness, but to float back upwards again to the highest heavens.
Ernie joined him in that shared world moments later and with a groan, fell forward and their bodies mingled and lay cooling together in the air; exhausted, sated, one.
“So… how did you like the party?” Ernests asked after they caught their breaths.
“I loved it more than ever. We should have it more often.” Novak was aware that another round of kisses would probably suffocate them, but he couldn’t help his lips finding Ernests’ again.
“Nole…” Ernests whined as the kiss ended rather shortly.
“I thought you might want to clean the table. The floor looks perfect but… ouch!”
“I didn’t even slap that hard.” The Latvian pouted as he got up from the table; well, to be exact, from his lover’s body.
“But you have a different level of power, you know. Even Roddick said that he admires your power.” Novak rubbed his right arm and thought of the day when he had misunderstood his fellow player’s remark.
“Yes. And, you asked me nicely if I had slept with him. Seriously, Nole…” Ernests shook his head and gathered his own clothes from the floor.
“Ahaha, sorry about that. I should’ve known that he was talking about your serve, but then, I’ve mostly been interested in your other power, haha.”
“Oh, you.” The Latvian walked over to the washing machine with his new laundry when he realized something annoying.
“Damn. I already turned on the washing machine without these.” Ernests looked down at his clothes, a little pissed off.
“Well, it won’t take hours for it to be done with mine. We can always kill some time with a nice bath. What do you say? Shall I go warm up the tub?”
Novak didn’t really need to hear the answer. His lover had never turned down a bath or a shower together for that matter. He was always up for their joint activities, he was always eager to love him back.
“You go do that while I get the wine then.”
Ernests thought that the feeling of being loved was so dangerously addictive. But he wasn’t going to be afraid like a sissy. He was going to gratefully accept everything Novak was willing to give him, every new sentiment that he was going to make him feel.
“Go already. I’m starting to get a little chilly.”
Ernests dropped his clothes on a chair and slightly pushed his lover’s back. Novak was looking into his eyes so endearingly that he felt that he was going to blush at any moment.
“Ok. Don’t make me wait too much.” Novak didn’t forget to place a small kiss on the tip of Ernests’ nose, one of his many favorite places to kiss.
Failing miserably to hide his blushes, Ernests had to look for the wine bottle while Novak’s laughter tickled the air.
‘Oh, I guess I can let him laugh. He makes me laugh so much all day, it’s only fair that I do the same for him even if he’s not exactly laughing at my jokes.’
Listening to the water filling the bathtub, the happy twenty year old hurried to find the right glasses now.
‘Thanks, Nole.’
He pressed his lips against the bottom of Novak’s glass, hoping that it would make the wine taste better, wishing that he will be loved for a very long time by the owner of that glass.
“Ernie, the tub is almost filled! Hurry!”
“I’m coming!”
Ernests grabbed everything that he needed and skated his way to where his lover was waiting for him. It was worth all the boredom in the evening and cleaning the damn kitchen floor twice. It was always worth loving the guy that he loved and he knew that the real party had just started.