tennis slash - The Childish Ones
Title: The Childish Ones
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This didn't happen.
Summary: Nole enjoys the celebrity and it's just annoying.
Author's Notes: Written for tennisslash's 7 Deadly Sins Challenge (sins are Pride with a side of Wrath). When I first heard the idea of the challenge, the first player that popped in my head was Novak, due to his sudden rise to fame in the last year.
"Would you shut up already?" Andy snapped after listening to Novak talk about an attractive interviewer for the last ten minutes. All he wanted to do was finish the video game that had been paused. The weather had cancelled play for the day so it was a time meant for playing video games in the hotel room.
Novak stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. "You don't think I could get a date with her?"
"I'm sure you could. I'm also sure that there will be ten admirers surrounding you so you won't even notice the attractive interviewer is taking notes, ready to report it 'anonymously' to the tabloids."
Novak went over to Andy's closet and absently grabbed one of his shirts. "You are paranoid."
"But you'd be thrilled since it means it's another page to add to the growing scrapbook. You probably look at that book every night and revel in the glory."
"Oh, I'm sorry," in a not-at-all apologetic tone, "You're not paranoid. You're jealous."
"You're a brat. You might get to be the number 1 player in the world. You're certainly closer to that goal than I am. But just be sure that everyone will be enjoying your fall if you're not careful. Hell, everyone's trying to write Roger off and he's a genuinely nice and pleasant person unlike, well, you."
"I don't see you complaining in the hotel rooms at night."
"Be fair. I'm always complaining. You don't shut up, even when having sex, and I tell you so. All the time. It's only afterwards that you're actually silent."
"If I get on your nerves so much, move on." Novak threw off his bright red sweatshirt and changed into the blue-and-white striped polo shirt, determined to at least get Andy's shirt if he was really thrown out.
Andy dropped back on the bed and let out a sigh. "You're annoying because success is going to your head. I know what you were like before. When you were just trying to entertain players in the locker room, not thousands at Centre Court."
Novak paused, then said, "I didn't do that on Centre Court."
"You would if the royals gave you the opportunity. Anything so you're the center of attention."
"Since you don't like the spotlight, I'm supposed to get the brunt of your wrath?"
"I don't like the spotlight because I've been dealing with the spotlight for years. Wary, yes, of having my mum's face on the cover of the papers, wondering why I'm being so mean to my brother about Davis Cup. I'm shocked when something like that doesn't happen."
Novak said dismissively, "You should have done Davis Cup."
Andy dropped his arm over his eyes, shaking his head. "That really isn't the point."
"You should have pride in where you came from. In Serbia..."
"Oh, cue the violins already!"
He stopped the impending speech. "Ne razumem."
"It means you're about to start a sob story about how the war ruined your nation. I respect that you've made a successful career despite the hardships. But that's a reporter answer. I'm not a reporter and national pride was never the issue!"
Novak stood still, watching as Andy kept his arm covering his eyes. "Are you mad at me?" Andy shook his head. "Are you jealous of the girls, then? Huh, An-deeeee? Do you want me all to yourself..."
"Nole, shut up."
Novak grinned, then sat on the bed. "You do. You like it when I'm wearing your shirts..."
Andy finished, "That don't fit you properly."
Novak looked down at the outfit. "You're right. Your taste is boring." He took off the polo shirt then looked at Andy. "In fact, you're wearing jeans you borrowed from me last month."
"They're not yours."
"They're not boring so they can't be yours." He grabbed ahold of Andy's waist, trying to sit him up, to no avail.
"Maybe you're not the only one screwing around, Nole. Did you ever think of that? I could have five other ladies catering to my every whim."
He refused to acknowledge that remark; instead, he slipped off his shoes and straddled Andy. "You enjoy pouting too much." He trailed a finger along Andy's mouth. "It's adorable. But you can't look at me because then your eyes will give away that you really are upset. You set the rules so that we were casual but if you no longer want that, I get it."
"Please leave," Andy said softly.
Novak let out a loud sigh, realizing too late he really had gone too far. He ran a hand through Andy's curls to console him. "There was no interviewer. I was only trying to annoy you. I may flirt... a lot... but I haven't been with anyone else."
That finally got the arm down to his side. Andy looked right at him. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"You're a pest." Then sat up slowly, allowing Novak the chance to back up, then kissed him.
"So are you." Novak pushed Andy back down on the bed. "Stop stealing my clothes."
Translation:
Ne razumem - I don't understand.
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This didn't happen.
Summary: Nole enjoys the celebrity and it's just annoying.
Author's Notes: Written for tennisslash's 7 Deadly Sins Challenge (sins are Pride with a side of Wrath). When I first heard the idea of the challenge, the first player that popped in my head was Novak, due to his sudden rise to fame in the last year.
"Would you shut up already?" Andy snapped after listening to Novak talk about an attractive interviewer for the last ten minutes. All he wanted to do was finish the video game that had been paused. The weather had cancelled play for the day so it was a time meant for playing video games in the hotel room.
Novak stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. "You don't think I could get a date with her?"
"I'm sure you could. I'm also sure that there will be ten admirers surrounding you so you won't even notice the attractive interviewer is taking notes, ready to report it 'anonymously' to the tabloids."
Novak went over to Andy's closet and absently grabbed one of his shirts. "You are paranoid."
"But you'd be thrilled since it means it's another page to add to the growing scrapbook. You probably look at that book every night and revel in the glory."
"Oh, I'm sorry," in a not-at-all apologetic tone, "You're not paranoid. You're jealous."
"You're a brat. You might get to be the number 1 player in the world. You're certainly closer to that goal than I am. But just be sure that everyone will be enjoying your fall if you're not careful. Hell, everyone's trying to write Roger off and he's a genuinely nice and pleasant person unlike, well, you."
"I don't see you complaining in the hotel rooms at night."
"Be fair. I'm always complaining. You don't shut up, even when having sex, and I tell you so. All the time. It's only afterwards that you're actually silent."
"If I get on your nerves so much, move on." Novak threw off his bright red sweatshirt and changed into the blue-and-white striped polo shirt, determined to at least get Andy's shirt if he was really thrown out.
Andy dropped back on the bed and let out a sigh. "You're annoying because success is going to your head. I know what you were like before. When you were just trying to entertain players in the locker room, not thousands at Centre Court."
Novak paused, then said, "I didn't do that on Centre Court."
"You would if the royals gave you the opportunity. Anything so you're the center of attention."
"Since you don't like the spotlight, I'm supposed to get the brunt of your wrath?"
"I don't like the spotlight because I've been dealing with the spotlight for years. Wary, yes, of having my mum's face on the cover of the papers, wondering why I'm being so mean to my brother about Davis Cup. I'm shocked when something like that doesn't happen."
Novak said dismissively, "You should have done Davis Cup."
Andy dropped his arm over his eyes, shaking his head. "That really isn't the point."
"You should have pride in where you came from. In Serbia..."
"Oh, cue the violins already!"
He stopped the impending speech. "Ne razumem."
"It means you're about to start a sob story about how the war ruined your nation. I respect that you've made a successful career despite the hardships. But that's a reporter answer. I'm not a reporter and national pride was never the issue!"
Novak stood still, watching as Andy kept his arm covering his eyes. "Are you mad at me?" Andy shook his head. "Are you jealous of the girls, then? Huh, An-deeeee? Do you want me all to yourself..."
"Nole, shut up."
Novak grinned, then sat on the bed. "You do. You like it when I'm wearing your shirts..."
Andy finished, "That don't fit you properly."
Novak looked down at the outfit. "You're right. Your taste is boring." He took off the polo shirt then looked at Andy. "In fact, you're wearing jeans you borrowed from me last month."
"They're not yours."
"They're not boring so they can't be yours." He grabbed ahold of Andy's waist, trying to sit him up, to no avail.
"Maybe you're not the only one screwing around, Nole. Did you ever think of that? I could have five other ladies catering to my every whim."
He refused to acknowledge that remark; instead, he slipped off his shoes and straddled Andy. "You enjoy pouting too much." He trailed a finger along Andy's mouth. "It's adorable. But you can't look at me because then your eyes will give away that you really are upset. You set the rules so that we were casual but if you no longer want that, I get it."
"Please leave," Andy said softly.
Novak let out a loud sigh, realizing too late he really had gone too far. He ran a hand through Andy's curls to console him. "There was no interviewer. I was only trying to annoy you. I may flirt... a lot... but I haven't been with anyone else."
That finally got the arm down to his side. Andy looked right at him. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"You're a pest." Then sat up slowly, allowing Novak the chance to back up, then kissed him.
"So are you." Novak pushed Andy back down on the bed. "Stop stealing my clothes."
Translation:
Ne razumem - I don't understand.