tennis slash - For My Personal Collection (6)
Title: For My Personal Collection (6)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet; this chapter: A. Murray/Novak Djokovic, Jamie Murray/Jelena Jankovic
Other Players: Gael Monfils
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
The next morning, Andy wakes up in his bed to a pounding headache and an emptied stomach. He doesn’t want to get out of bed but knows he must as he’s got company. Richie had insisted on staying here last night and is probably still on the couch in the studio.
Andy supposes Richie had a point. After all, he was too weak to deal with anything at the party and did need help getting home.
Then again, why didn’t Richie simply ask Gael? That was his job. Well, no, Gael’s job wasn’t to deal with his sick boss but it wasn’t Richie’s either and that was something he should have handed off.
Andy shuffles around his bedroom, gingerly holding on, until he gets to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, quickly strips out of his sweats and jumps in. The hot water feels wonderful, washing away the grime from last night.
Afterward, he returns to his bedroom and picks up the clothes set on the chair. Black jeans, black sweater, fuck Novak and his fashion advice.
He looks in the mirror afterwards. Always hated looking at his reflection but especially now. Paler, sickened and tainted.
“Are you okay?” Richie asks as he slowly approaches the entranceway.
Andy shrugs. “I guess there was some rotten fish.”
“Right. Was that guy… what was the story?”
“Ex who hasn’t quite let it go. Even though it ended six months ago, he’s still lurking. Well, I can’t avoid him because his best friend is dating my brother but he thinks I want back in. Or something like that.”
“How long were you two together?”
“It was never serious, but on and off for two years.”
“Why?”
“Novak’s a good fuck. I don’t know.”
“Novak is a jerk. He couldn’t even tell you were getting sick because he was too busy trying to get a quickie.”
“Well, it’s what I can get when I’m not tricking someone.”
Richie stares at Andy, shocked to hear him sound so deflated. “You don’t need to resort to games or lowering your standards to get someone.”
“You just don’t understand.”
“I understand that you sell yourself short. I don’t know the details about your past modeling career but I think those people have warped you.”
Andy says in a threatening voice, “Do not open that door. I don’t want to waste my money on therapy.”
“You looked pretty disgusted at what you saw in the mirror. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Richie drags Andy back to the mirror, standing behind him so he’s forced to look at the reflection.
“I don’t want to model. Never did. Being in front of the camera always makes me uncomfortable.” Andy is uncomfortable now just dealing with Richie watching him. “Jamie loves the attention. I hate it. I’d be asking the photographer questions about his work as a distraction, which is how I got interested in the business.”
“So why settle for someone like Novak?”
“This is the world I know. I can’t help that I like models and they don’t really care for photographers. So, yeah, Novak is a catalog model, which is lower level. We can’t all catch the attention of elite tennis players.”
“You can attract better than Novak, however. Just stop using your camera as a lure. I mean, you're good looking and you even have a nice body hidden under these baggy, dark clothes.” Richie grabs onto the hem of Andy’s shirt, lifting up then dropping it, his hand settling on Andy’s waist.
Andy is watching Richie in the reflection. “Why aren’t you with Mr. Safin and Roger Federer?”
Richie looks away from the mirror, not wanting to see those eyes when he answers, “I would never do that.”
“You’re a pretty good tease.” Andy means in reference to Marat but Richie is having a similar effect on him right now; Richie’s fingers are making small circles along Andy’s hipbone.
“Look, I don’t want to irritate Mr. Safin as I am determined to make this modeling thing work. I should be able to get something out of Alize and these photo shoots since she utilized it to get a Spanish tennis player.”
Andy looks down, muttering, “Sorry if I messed everything up.”
“You really shouldn’t be. She was the adventurous one and would push me to follow her. I don’t mean the tour stops, just… yeah, that photo shoot is something she would do. She really liked your vision but I just couldn't tell her I never wanted to deal with you again."
“Yet here you are now, voluntarily back in my apartment when you could have just left me in that restroom or had Gael find me.”
“Yeah,” Richie replies, not sure what to make of that either.
Andy really doesn’t know why Richie is so close to him but is better off not mentioning that. So instead, he jokes. “Gael has a video phone and I’m sure he’s going to replay that kiss until I just want to smash the damn thing even though I got him that as a birthday gift. You’d better hope there was no poor schmuck at the party who would sell the footage because, dude, Alize Cornet and Roger Federer are on completely different levels of fame.”
* * * * *
Andy only wants to have a coffee. Against his better judgment, he frequents the place that Richie works. Though he's not sure why he wanted to come here, he is mildly relieved that Richie isn’t actually working on this particular day.
That relief is short-lived, for as Arnaud is leading him to a table, someone calls out his name. It is Jamie, who is sitting with his girlfriend Jelena and her tagalong Novak. Andy never told Jamie the details about the breakup, knowing it could cause damage among the trio. Pity, because Novak had spilled his version of the details, making it sound as if it’s Andy’s judgment that’s impaired.
Jamie waves him over to join them. They’re in a booth against the window. Of course, the empty seat is next to Novak, who stands up to let Andy in the window seat. They must have just arrived as well; menus are still in front of them.
Jamie says, “I heard you were feeling under the weather at the Christmas party.”
“How do you know that?”
He points to Novak, who answers, “Yeah, Gael told me you left early. Are you feeling better?”
Andy nods but he really doesn’t want his consolation. Novak didn’t care then and Andy doubts he really cares now.
Jelena says, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Been hiding out?”
When Jamie suggests activities that involve his girlfriend, Andy finds an excuse because the two together are so sickeningly sweet. Instead, he says, “I guess our paths haven’t crossed lately.”
Jelena gives him a wide smile and Andy wishes, not for the first time, she could be just a little imperfect. Well, beyond the fact that she has terrible taste in friends.
They place their orders and, while Jamie and Jelena are chatting about their day, Novak whispers, “I’m sorry about that night. I think I was slipped something in my drink. I want to make it up to you.”
“We’re over.” Andy turns to the window, wanting to escape.
“I don’t believe you.” Novak’s hand rests on Andy’s thigh. Andy quickly moves away from his touch. “We can work it out if you would just stop shutting me out.” Novak moves closer. “Come on, Andy.” Hand back on thigh and moving slowly up. “Please, don’t push me away. You know this feels so good.”
That part is the truth, even if Andy knows this isn’t who he wants doing this. “Fine.”
Andy leans back in the booth as Novak whispers in his ear, “I want to get you off right here.”
“You head to the bathroom now. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“No. Here.” Novak works down the zipper of Andy’s pants.
“In front of Jelena and Jamie? Are you insane?”
“I know you. I’ll head there, you’ll walk out of the restaurant, then Jamie will knock on the door and tell me that you chickened out.”
“It’s not chickening out. That’s disgust.”
Jamie and Jelena have stopped talking and are now focused on them. Jamie says, “No, Novak is right. You’re afraid to let anyone get close. Okay, so his methods aren’t the best but you don’t speak up.”
Andy glares at Novak, barking out, “Get up.”
“Andy…”
“Novak, get your ass up or else I’m climbing over you.” Andy zips up and gulps down the too-hot coffee, then glares at Jamie. “See? Speaking up.”
“Do it,” Novak says in a threatening tone.
Andy snatches up Jamie’s coffee and holds it over Novak. “Do you dare me? I just burned my tongue on this so I wouldn’t tempt.” At Jamie's warning look, Andy puts down the cup and tries to get past Novak, who grabs onto Andy’s waist before Andy breaks free of the booth.
Jamie calls out, "Andy, stop."
Andy can't face his perfect brother and his perfect girlfriend and their two-faced friend. That Andy knows he deserves a guy like Novak after what he's done to everyone else.
The fact that he was so close to giving Novak what he wants tells him one thing: He really needs to get laid.
Chapter 7
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet; this chapter: A. Murray/Novak Djokovic, Jamie Murray/Jelena Jankovic
Other Players: Gael Monfils
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
The next morning, Andy wakes up in his bed to a pounding headache and an emptied stomach. He doesn’t want to get out of bed but knows he must as he’s got company. Richie had insisted on staying here last night and is probably still on the couch in the studio.
Andy supposes Richie had a point. After all, he was too weak to deal with anything at the party and did need help getting home.
Then again, why didn’t Richie simply ask Gael? That was his job. Well, no, Gael’s job wasn’t to deal with his sick boss but it wasn’t Richie’s either and that was something he should have handed off.
Andy shuffles around his bedroom, gingerly holding on, until he gets to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, quickly strips out of his sweats and jumps in. The hot water feels wonderful, washing away the grime from last night.
Afterward, he returns to his bedroom and picks up the clothes set on the chair. Black jeans, black sweater, fuck Novak and his fashion advice.
He looks in the mirror afterwards. Always hated looking at his reflection but especially now. Paler, sickened and tainted.
“Are you okay?” Richie asks as he slowly approaches the entranceway.
Andy shrugs. “I guess there was some rotten fish.”
“Right. Was that guy… what was the story?”
“Ex who hasn’t quite let it go. Even though it ended six months ago, he’s still lurking. Well, I can’t avoid him because his best friend is dating my brother but he thinks I want back in. Or something like that.”
“How long were you two together?”
“It was never serious, but on and off for two years.”
“Why?”
“Novak’s a good fuck. I don’t know.”
“Novak is a jerk. He couldn’t even tell you were getting sick because he was too busy trying to get a quickie.”
“Well, it’s what I can get when I’m not tricking someone.”
Richie stares at Andy, shocked to hear him sound so deflated. “You don’t need to resort to games or lowering your standards to get someone.”
“You just don’t understand.”
“I understand that you sell yourself short. I don’t know the details about your past modeling career but I think those people have warped you.”
Andy says in a threatening voice, “Do not open that door. I don’t want to waste my money on therapy.”
“You looked pretty disgusted at what you saw in the mirror. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Richie drags Andy back to the mirror, standing behind him so he’s forced to look at the reflection.
“I don’t want to model. Never did. Being in front of the camera always makes me uncomfortable.” Andy is uncomfortable now just dealing with Richie watching him. “Jamie loves the attention. I hate it. I’d be asking the photographer questions about his work as a distraction, which is how I got interested in the business.”
“So why settle for someone like Novak?”
“This is the world I know. I can’t help that I like models and they don’t really care for photographers. So, yeah, Novak is a catalog model, which is lower level. We can’t all catch the attention of elite tennis players.”
“You can attract better than Novak, however. Just stop using your camera as a lure. I mean, you're good looking and you even have a nice body hidden under these baggy, dark clothes.” Richie grabs onto the hem of Andy’s shirt, lifting up then dropping it, his hand settling on Andy’s waist.
Andy is watching Richie in the reflection. “Why aren’t you with Mr. Safin and Roger Federer?”
Richie looks away from the mirror, not wanting to see those eyes when he answers, “I would never do that.”
“You’re a pretty good tease.” Andy means in reference to Marat but Richie is having a similar effect on him right now; Richie’s fingers are making small circles along Andy’s hipbone.
“Look, I don’t want to irritate Mr. Safin as I am determined to make this modeling thing work. I should be able to get something out of Alize and these photo shoots since she utilized it to get a Spanish tennis player.”
Andy looks down, muttering, “Sorry if I messed everything up.”
“You really shouldn’t be. She was the adventurous one and would push me to follow her. I don’t mean the tour stops, just… yeah, that photo shoot is something she would do. She really liked your vision but I just couldn't tell her I never wanted to deal with you again."
“Yet here you are now, voluntarily back in my apartment when you could have just left me in that restroom or had Gael find me.”
“Yeah,” Richie replies, not sure what to make of that either.
Andy really doesn’t know why Richie is so close to him but is better off not mentioning that. So instead, he jokes. “Gael has a video phone and I’m sure he’s going to replay that kiss until I just want to smash the damn thing even though I got him that as a birthday gift. You’d better hope there was no poor schmuck at the party who would sell the footage because, dude, Alize Cornet and Roger Federer are on completely different levels of fame.”
* * * * *
Andy only wants to have a coffee. Against his better judgment, he frequents the place that Richie works. Though he's not sure why he wanted to come here, he is mildly relieved that Richie isn’t actually working on this particular day.
That relief is short-lived, for as Arnaud is leading him to a table, someone calls out his name. It is Jamie, who is sitting with his girlfriend Jelena and her tagalong Novak. Andy never told Jamie the details about the breakup, knowing it could cause damage among the trio. Pity, because Novak had spilled his version of the details, making it sound as if it’s Andy’s judgment that’s impaired.
Jamie waves him over to join them. They’re in a booth against the window. Of course, the empty seat is next to Novak, who stands up to let Andy in the window seat. They must have just arrived as well; menus are still in front of them.
Jamie says, “I heard you were feeling under the weather at the Christmas party.”
“How do you know that?”
He points to Novak, who answers, “Yeah, Gael told me you left early. Are you feeling better?”
Andy nods but he really doesn’t want his consolation. Novak didn’t care then and Andy doubts he really cares now.
Jelena says, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Been hiding out?”
When Jamie suggests activities that involve his girlfriend, Andy finds an excuse because the two together are so sickeningly sweet. Instead, he says, “I guess our paths haven’t crossed lately.”
Jelena gives him a wide smile and Andy wishes, not for the first time, she could be just a little imperfect. Well, beyond the fact that she has terrible taste in friends.
They place their orders and, while Jamie and Jelena are chatting about their day, Novak whispers, “I’m sorry about that night. I think I was slipped something in my drink. I want to make it up to you.”
“We’re over.” Andy turns to the window, wanting to escape.
“I don’t believe you.” Novak’s hand rests on Andy’s thigh. Andy quickly moves away from his touch. “We can work it out if you would just stop shutting me out.” Novak moves closer. “Come on, Andy.” Hand back on thigh and moving slowly up. “Please, don’t push me away. You know this feels so good.”
That part is the truth, even if Andy knows this isn’t who he wants doing this. “Fine.”
Andy leans back in the booth as Novak whispers in his ear, “I want to get you off right here.”
“You head to the bathroom now. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“No. Here.” Novak works down the zipper of Andy’s pants.
“In front of Jelena and Jamie? Are you insane?”
“I know you. I’ll head there, you’ll walk out of the restaurant, then Jamie will knock on the door and tell me that you chickened out.”
“It’s not chickening out. That’s disgust.”
Jamie and Jelena have stopped talking and are now focused on them. Jamie says, “No, Novak is right. You’re afraid to let anyone get close. Okay, so his methods aren’t the best but you don’t speak up.”
Andy glares at Novak, barking out, “Get up.”
“Andy…”
“Novak, get your ass up or else I’m climbing over you.” Andy zips up and gulps down the too-hot coffee, then glares at Jamie. “See? Speaking up.”
“Do it,” Novak says in a threatening tone.
Andy snatches up Jamie’s coffee and holds it over Novak. “Do you dare me? I just burned my tongue on this so I wouldn’t tempt.” At Jamie's warning look, Andy puts down the cup and tries to get past Novak, who grabs onto Andy’s waist before Andy breaks free of the booth.
Jamie calls out, "Andy, stop."
Andy can't face his perfect brother and his perfect girlfriend and their two-faced friend. That Andy knows he deserves a guy like Novak after what he's done to everyone else.
The fact that he was so close to giving Novak what he wants tells him one thing: He really needs to get laid.
Chapter 7