tennis slash - For My Personal Collection (8)
Title: For My Personal Collection (8)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet
Other Players: Gael Monfils, Gilles Simon
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
Author's Note: Yeah, this chapter seems a bit short but I doubt you'll mind after reading it.
When Richie wakes up the next morning, he's still surprised by Andy's presence in his apartment. It seems like a bizarre dream but no, it's his bizarre reality. Richie really is sharing his bed with the guy who has turned his life upside down.
There were things Richie was fairly certain about before he made the trip to the states to watch Alize at the US Open. He was sure he was happy to be invited into the tennis world, even though a shoulder operation knocked out his own dreams. He was sure having an attractive soon-to-be-famous girlfriend who lusted after him was the ideal. He enjoyed going along for the ride and all the craziness that entailed.
How all that changed, in some way, because of a male, skinny, caustic Scottish photographer who hated the spotlight Richie still doesn't understand. Everything would be easier if Andy would stop appearing in his life.
And yet... Richie doesn't mind admiring Andy right now, laid out on his bed. The hair is even more of a mess than usual. The weird-looking shirt clearly isn't from Andy's closet; it's not his style and doesn't fit right but looks quite nice wrinkled and riding up. He kind of hopes the tight dark jeans are Andy's; if not, he should definitely keep them. Richie wishes he had a camera here even though he know it's a photo Andy would not appreciate, even if Richie claimed it was about the composition.
Andy is beginning to wake up so Richie heads for the coffeemaker, at least having something to do to distract himself. The maker has just started when Andy calls out from the bed, "I'm sorry Gael brought me here to torture you."
"Don't worry about it. I'd say he was about ready to strangle you so consider yourself fortunate."
Andy makes his way to the table. "Yeah, guess he now knows I meant it when I said I shouldn't get drunk. That's why I only have one or two drinks at parties. Man, it's been a long time since I did that."
"Coffee and bagels sound good."
"Sure."
As Richie is slicing the bagels and waiting for the coffee, pieces of the story are coming together. The shirt isn't Andy's. The jeans may not be either. There's glitter on the jeans that doesn't seem to have come from the shirt. Andy doesn't drink, definitely wasn't drunk at the Christmas party, supporting the tainted food theory. Richie may be wrong but he doesn't believe that Andy is a recovering alcoholic, as Gael didn't seem that concerned.
"Did you want to get drunk last night?" Richie turns around with the plate of bagels and that's when he notices that Andy can't seem to face him. He's tugging on the sleeve of the shirt, it making him as edgy as the question. "Andy?"
Andy shrugs. "It's been a crazy time."
Richie wants to comfort Andy, tell him it will be okay, even if he's not sure exactly what's eating at him. But he's not sure he should do that because it would mean so much more. Instead, he says, "Did it help?"
Another shrug, then Andy gets up to fill the mugs with coffee. Richie watches him do this, then shakes his head and drops the plate of bagels on the table.
"Why do you do that?" Andy says suddenly.
"What?"
"It's...no, that you do that..." shaking his head. "It's so silly. I could say everything last night and now I can barely form a sentence."
"You got that last one out. Beginning to end."
"Right, but that's not..." Andy takes a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes. In the midst of all those words I spewed last night, there is something that requires an answer. Did you mean what you said when we were at the mirror or was that your way of saying I should forget about Novak?"
Now Richie's the uneasy one. Although he couldn't forget what Andy said last night, he didn't think Andy would remember much less want to revisit it. "When it started, it was about Novak. By the end, it... wasn't." Richie leans against the counter, staring at his feet. "I don't know what's going on. That first shoot... yes, I was annoyed and embarrassed, of course, but even then, I... there's been something else. I could try to explain better what's happened since but, well, I'm drawn to you."
Richie doesn't notice that Andy has moved close until he jolts from feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Andy grinning at him, trying not to be excited about finally being told a secret. "Do you realize that, considering how I'm the manipulator, you're the one who looks for ways to watch me or touch me? I mean, cuddling in bed? I'd never think to do that."
Richie feels embarrassed, never considering that Andy would catch him doing that. "Andy, that is not how it happened..."
"Stop me." Andy keeps the one hand on his shoulder and wraps the other around Richie's waist. Their mouths meet while Richie is still protesting so it takes a few seconds for his brain to register what's happening. Memories from their first kiss resurface; it's been lingering in the back of his mind since that fateful day. He doesn't want it to stop this time, so just as Andy is about to give up, Richie begins slowly kissing him back.
It lasts about a minute before the phone rudely interrupts the moment. Richie doesn't want to answer but it's too annoying to ignore. He gently pushes Andy back enough so he can slip past and grab the phone. "Hello?"
"Bon jour, mon cher." Richie rolls his eyes; he should have figured it was Gael. "How's my boss doing? Driving you crazy with his hangover?"
Andy has his arms crossed and there's a hint of a pout, clearly irritated by the call. Richie mouths, "It's your fault," before saying to Gael, "Yeah, you could say he's driving me crazy."
Gael says, "Why am I not surprised? Okay, well, just let him know that he has a meeting with Mr. Safin this afternoon. The schedule is clear before that."
Richie starts to say, "Mr. Safin..."
Andy replies, "Three o'clock. Got it."
Richie says to Gael, "He says he got it."
Gael laughs. "Sometimes I think he keeps me on for entertainment value only. His memory is better than mine. There's a presentation later..."
While Gael is talking, Andy drags a chair over so he's sitting directly in front of Richie, looking up. Richie covers the phone to whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for your oh-so-engaging conversation to end. I mean, unless Gilles is talking dirty in the background, there's no reason to still have Gael on the line."
Apparently, Richie didn't do a good enough job blocking Andy's voice from the phone. Gael replies, "I guess that means I won't let him listen in next time."
Richie repeats what Gael said. Andy gestures to hand him the phone, which he does. Andy says, "Too bad. I might have returned that favor. I was considering giving Richie a blow job while you were reading off my itinerary." Richie wonders if that was in fact Andy's reason for moving the chair over in the first place; Andy is at the right level. He can't help but blush at this realization.
Gael lets out a hoot. "Oh wow, boss. I can't believe you're still teasing that poor boy."
Andy leers upward, touching the back of Richie's knee. "Teasing. Yeah."
Richie's voice sounds squeaky when he says, "He'll call you back later," and hangs up.
Andy lets go and backs away to a safer distance. Richie finds the nearest piece of mail and whacks Andy with it. "I can't believe you."
"Come on. I'm not an innocent little pup, like you."
"You need to get that image out of your head." Richie yanks onto the collar of Andy's shirt, jolting him out of the chair. "You may have an overactive imagination and spout all sorts of sexual wants but I've probably actually done more than you. That's what happens when you have steady relationships."
"With women," Andy mutters.
"Yes, with women. The idea of having sex with a guy might be new to me but I definitely have had my own adventures." Richie smiles upon realizing that Andy actually appears to be surprised by that information. He leans down to brush a light kiss over Andy's nose, barely a whisper when he says, "We both have work to do."
Chapter 9
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Andy Murray/Richard Gasquet
Other Players: Gael Monfils, Gilles Simon
Rating; NC17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. Andy is a photographer who has found the perfect model to manipulate.
Author's Note: Yeah, this chapter seems a bit short but I doubt you'll mind after reading it.
When Richie wakes up the next morning, he's still surprised by Andy's presence in his apartment. It seems like a bizarre dream but no, it's his bizarre reality. Richie really is sharing his bed with the guy who has turned his life upside down.
There were things Richie was fairly certain about before he made the trip to the states to watch Alize at the US Open. He was sure he was happy to be invited into the tennis world, even though a shoulder operation knocked out his own dreams. He was sure having an attractive soon-to-be-famous girlfriend who lusted after him was the ideal. He enjoyed going along for the ride and all the craziness that entailed.
How all that changed, in some way, because of a male, skinny, caustic Scottish photographer who hated the spotlight Richie still doesn't understand. Everything would be easier if Andy would stop appearing in his life.
And yet... Richie doesn't mind admiring Andy right now, laid out on his bed. The hair is even more of a mess than usual. The weird-looking shirt clearly isn't from Andy's closet; it's not his style and doesn't fit right but looks quite nice wrinkled and riding up. He kind of hopes the tight dark jeans are Andy's; if not, he should definitely keep them. Richie wishes he had a camera here even though he know it's a photo Andy would not appreciate, even if Richie claimed it was about the composition.
Andy is beginning to wake up so Richie heads for the coffeemaker, at least having something to do to distract himself. The maker has just started when Andy calls out from the bed, "I'm sorry Gael brought me here to torture you."
"Don't worry about it. I'd say he was about ready to strangle you so consider yourself fortunate."
Andy makes his way to the table. "Yeah, guess he now knows I meant it when I said I shouldn't get drunk. That's why I only have one or two drinks at parties. Man, it's been a long time since I did that."
"Coffee and bagels sound good."
"Sure."
As Richie is slicing the bagels and waiting for the coffee, pieces of the story are coming together. The shirt isn't Andy's. The jeans may not be either. There's glitter on the jeans that doesn't seem to have come from the shirt. Andy doesn't drink, definitely wasn't drunk at the Christmas party, supporting the tainted food theory. Richie may be wrong but he doesn't believe that Andy is a recovering alcoholic, as Gael didn't seem that concerned.
"Did you want to get drunk last night?" Richie turns around with the plate of bagels and that's when he notices that Andy can't seem to face him. He's tugging on the sleeve of the shirt, it making him as edgy as the question. "Andy?"
Andy shrugs. "It's been a crazy time."
Richie wants to comfort Andy, tell him it will be okay, even if he's not sure exactly what's eating at him. But he's not sure he should do that because it would mean so much more. Instead, he says, "Did it help?"
Another shrug, then Andy gets up to fill the mugs with coffee. Richie watches him do this, then shakes his head and drops the plate of bagels on the table.
"Why do you do that?" Andy says suddenly.
"What?"
"It's...no, that you do that..." shaking his head. "It's so silly. I could say everything last night and now I can barely form a sentence."
"You got that last one out. Beginning to end."
"Right, but that's not..." Andy takes a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes. In the midst of all those words I spewed last night, there is something that requires an answer. Did you mean what you said when we were at the mirror or was that your way of saying I should forget about Novak?"
Now Richie's the uneasy one. Although he couldn't forget what Andy said last night, he didn't think Andy would remember much less want to revisit it. "When it started, it was about Novak. By the end, it... wasn't." Richie leans against the counter, staring at his feet. "I don't know what's going on. That first shoot... yes, I was annoyed and embarrassed, of course, but even then, I... there's been something else. I could try to explain better what's happened since but, well, I'm drawn to you."
Richie doesn't notice that Andy has moved close until he jolts from feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Andy grinning at him, trying not to be excited about finally being told a secret. "Do you realize that, considering how I'm the manipulator, you're the one who looks for ways to watch me or touch me? I mean, cuddling in bed? I'd never think to do that."
Richie feels embarrassed, never considering that Andy would catch him doing that. "Andy, that is not how it happened..."
"Stop me." Andy keeps the one hand on his shoulder and wraps the other around Richie's waist. Their mouths meet while Richie is still protesting so it takes a few seconds for his brain to register what's happening. Memories from their first kiss resurface; it's been lingering in the back of his mind since that fateful day. He doesn't want it to stop this time, so just as Andy is about to give up, Richie begins slowly kissing him back.
It lasts about a minute before the phone rudely interrupts the moment. Richie doesn't want to answer but it's too annoying to ignore. He gently pushes Andy back enough so he can slip past and grab the phone. "Hello?"
"Bon jour, mon cher." Richie rolls his eyes; he should have figured it was Gael. "How's my boss doing? Driving you crazy with his hangover?"
Andy has his arms crossed and there's a hint of a pout, clearly irritated by the call. Richie mouths, "It's your fault," before saying to Gael, "Yeah, you could say he's driving me crazy."
Gael says, "Why am I not surprised? Okay, well, just let him know that he has a meeting with Mr. Safin this afternoon. The schedule is clear before that."
Richie starts to say, "Mr. Safin..."
Andy replies, "Three o'clock. Got it."
Richie says to Gael, "He says he got it."
Gael laughs. "Sometimes I think he keeps me on for entertainment value only. His memory is better than mine. There's a presentation later..."
While Gael is talking, Andy drags a chair over so he's sitting directly in front of Richie, looking up. Richie covers the phone to whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for your oh-so-engaging conversation to end. I mean, unless Gilles is talking dirty in the background, there's no reason to still have Gael on the line."
Apparently, Richie didn't do a good enough job blocking Andy's voice from the phone. Gael replies, "I guess that means I won't let him listen in next time."
Richie repeats what Gael said. Andy gestures to hand him the phone, which he does. Andy says, "Too bad. I might have returned that favor. I was considering giving Richie a blow job while you were reading off my itinerary." Richie wonders if that was in fact Andy's reason for moving the chair over in the first place; Andy is at the right level. He can't help but blush at this realization.
Gael lets out a hoot. "Oh wow, boss. I can't believe you're still teasing that poor boy."
Andy leers upward, touching the back of Richie's knee. "Teasing. Yeah."
Richie's voice sounds squeaky when he says, "He'll call you back later," and hangs up.
Andy lets go and backs away to a safer distance. Richie finds the nearest piece of mail and whacks Andy with it. "I can't believe you."
"Come on. I'm not an innocent little pup, like you."
"You need to get that image out of your head." Richie yanks onto the collar of Andy's shirt, jolting him out of the chair. "You may have an overactive imagination and spout all sorts of sexual wants but I've probably actually done more than you. That's what happens when you have steady relationships."
"With women," Andy mutters.
"Yes, with women. The idea of having sex with a guy might be new to me but I definitely have had my own adventures." Richie smiles upon realizing that Andy actually appears to be surprised by that information. He leans down to brush a light kiss over Andy's nose, barely a whisper when he says, "We both have work to do."
Chapter 9