tennis slash - Free Coffee (3)
Title: Free Coffee (3)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Richard Gasquet/Andy Murray, Marat Safin/Juan Carlos Ferrero
Other Characters: Mario Ancic, Kim Sears
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: Richie is in hiding during the suspension so ends up at Andy’s London home. During Wimbledon. Yeah, that’s not asking for trouble.
Chapter 3 - Before the Start of the Matches (Avoiding)
It takes Andy some time but he eventually does make it back to the bedroom. When he arrives, Notting Hill is stuck on the menu screen and Richie has fallen asleep.
The thing that makes everything so weird is that Andy doesn’t quite know how to approach this situation. Sure, it sounds great to hear that the guy he had a crush on from junior days acting like a buffet platter, but it isn’t. Andy isn’t sure if Richie would understand that he’s at least some of the reason Andy is so distrustful of relationships in general.
Andy shuts off the DVD player, then the television and decides this is the moment he’s going to take advantage of opportunity. Though he’s not so sure this was what Richie meant when he said Andy could have what he wants.
* * * * *
Richie is in the shower the next morning. He knows that Andy is on the other side of the door but he can't make out the words over the blast of water.
Andy is doing this on purpose. Slipping into bed, snuggling up against him like a lost puppy. It wasn't a surprise to Richie to be alone when he woke up, since it's only the biggest tournament starting tomorrow and there's much to do, routines to get started. That makes sense.
What is going on now doesn't. Andy has clearly interrupted his routine to have a conversation that he probably doesn't want Richie to participate in.
The problem is that Andy didn't want to give in to Marat's plan and may now wish he hadn't even gone this far. Richie doesn't exactly blame him for trying; in fact, there needed to be apologies for past behavior if this is meant to go beyond this arrangement.
Richie stops the water, wraps a towel around his waist and opens the bathroom door. Andy had just finished saying, "it's a possibility, I suppose," but stops upon realizing he is face to face with the problem.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the water." Richie leans against the door frame, amused that he's managed to completely fluster the Brit. Richie admits he wants to shock Andy even further by dropping the towel or slipping his tongue into Andy's agape mouth. He won't now because he can hear Andy's mom's voice at the other end of the house.
In fact, Judy's voice is getting closer, insisting that Andy needs to get going if they want to get to the interviewer on time. That thaws Andy from his frozen state, muttering, "I have to go. I... probably won't be back until late so if... right."
"I have calls to make." Richie enjoys how sounding so sure is working on wearing Andy's defenses down, even if the calls themselves he is anything but sure about.
* * * * *
When Marat sees the name pop up on his cellphone, he's got a wide smile on his face. Juan Carlos can already guess who it is but what he really wants is to eavesdrop on this conversation.
"Hello Mario."
"Why, yes. I know all about last week. Very nice work, indeed. I've never seen him happier."
"He exceeded expectations at Roland Garros so I kind of doubt he wants to part with you."
"You're welcome. Wha- Are you kidding? It's a good thing you know about law because that information was quite useful. It helped detangle the mess a little."
"You know the sports news so..."
"Yeah, him. After all, you do know more about lawyers than Richie does. The facts are there."
"Definitely better off being in England than cooped up at home. Okay then. Tell him I hope he does well this week."
Marat nods then closes his phone. Juan Carlos glares at him. "You fucking did that on purpose. When did Mario hang up on you?"
"'You're welcome'?"
"Bastard. It's not Soderling, is it?"
Marat stares at Juan Carlos as if he's the insane one. "Um, no. Exactly why would I want to help him?"
"I don't know. There is no logical explanation for what he did at the French so I looked for illogic..."
"I wouldn't be that cruel to Mario. In fact, I really don't want to think about what he does behind closed doors at all. It might involve a dungeon..."
"Oh shut up."
"Make me."
* * * * *
The questions Andy is facing are possibly more exhausting than playing a four-hour match. Nonetheless, there is an odd calm, as he’s not irritated by this madness as much as he was last year. Maybe it’s because he now realizes he belongs in these conversations regarding winning this title, instead of the wishful thinking the Brits had last year when the crowd carried him to the quarterfinals.
When he returns to the house that night, Andy isn’t sure why he wants to dart right for his room and repeat what happened last night. So he enters and the situation is similar - he thinks the movie tonight is Love Actually, but knows it's the other guy from Bridget Jones' Diary and the movie is modern-day. The point is that Richie has dozed off and Andy was more relaxed lying next to him than he’s been in a long time.
Andy changes into an old t-shirt and worn-out shorts, turns to the bed ready to settle in and has a pair of brown eyes watching him.
Richie has the grace to appear embarrassed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spy on you. I was waiting up, drifted off and thought I was back into the movie and, surprise, you’re standing there.”
“I came in hoping to repeat last night,” Andy admits. “But now I’m not so sure.”
“You don’t have to explain. Come here.” Andy sits on the edge of the bed, next to Richie’s feet but not looking his way. “I know I promised kinky sexual encounters but the offer did extend beyond that.”
“That’s nice and all but I enjoyed the feel of your skin.”
Andy says that in such a matter-of-fact tone that Richie almost doesn't catch what he really means. “You did?”
“Yes. I think it probably tastes good too. Of course, salty because of sweat but this other, indescribable flavor that I’d want to savor.” Andy tilts his head, determined not to back down this time, before resting his hands around Richie’s bare ankles, pushing them forward so his knees rise up. Andy plants a kiss on Richie's knee, staring down. "Yeah, I believe so."
Andy has let go of Richie's ankles, so Richie takes the opportunity to wrap one leg around to trap Andy in place. Richie says, "Is this your way of wanting a tasty treat before the start of the tournament?"
"Stick with getting inspired by your romantic comedies instead of porn flicks."
"Given this situation is more fitting of porn flick, you might want to be careful with your wording."
Andy lurches forward, hovering over Richie when he hisses out, "I don't want to be careful tonight," then lowers himself down and captures Richie by surprise with a soft kiss. Richie hesitantly wraps an arm around Andy as he stays in that slow rhythm, though not so sure either of them is going to last with their bodies so entwined. For that matter, Richie doesn't know if Andy is going to back away again and that has to be considered.
Rather than voice that thought, Richie decides to work a different angle. He breaks away from Andy's mouth, brushing kisses along his cheek until he's able to whisper, "Give us a chance."
Andy nods, afraid to interrupt. Richie's hand wanders under Andy's shirt but this is more about trying to be reassuring than any possible hookup. Just because Marat's plan implies this arrangement as sexual desires doesn't mean either have to follow that script.
"Nothing sweet," Andy says with determination, then makes short work of Richie's t-shirt and lowers himself back down. Their mouths crush together in rushed kisses, the friction feeling so good even though there's just thin pieces of fabric separating them. Maybe because of being frustrated by the night before and not doing anything about it but this time Richie is the one who is desperately trying not to end this too soon.
"Need you, just..."
Andy breaks away, smirk planted on his face. "You know, technically, I could torture you even worse than yesterday."
Richie glares at him. The sad part is that technically Andy is right - and that, based on their history, Richie would likely deserve it. "You did say nothing sweet so I guess I need to abide by that." Richie then realizes he can get Andy right back. "Then again, you were the one set in stone this morning, wondering if my towel would untie from my waist."
Andy tries to be dismissive. "I've seen you naked. In the locker room." But he is still pressed into Richie's thigh and that part of his body indicates what he truly thinks of that.
"True, but unlike those other times, you can indulge in all of your senses." Richie rises off the bed to kiss him, allowing Andy to slink back up Richie's body. Richie lets his hand slip to Andy's hip, debating whether to go lower.
As a cue, Andy nods, muttering, "Please, Richie." Richie bucks up, then his fingers work under the waistband to feel Andy's dick, to find they're both very close. It doesn't take more than a few strokes for Andy to release, his moans captured by Richie's mouth. Richie keeps working his hand, until they've both let go and collapse from the wait.
It takes about a minute for Andy to start to get up, nearly apologetic when he says, "I should..."
Even though this was probably breaking the rules, Richie pulls him back down into a hug. "Don't go and please don't be sorry."
* * * * *
It's Day 1 of Wimbledon. Though none of them have matches today, that doesn't mean their minds aren't on other tennis players in the draw. Or something.
"My plan has worked!" Marat announces as he and Juan Carlos are waiting in the lounge for a practice court. Marat's eyes are on the television monitor.
Juan Carlos glances at the screen. Some British commentator is on. "Which plan? The one to get all the line judges drunk?"
Marat's eyes widen. "No, but why didn't you say that sooner?" He shakes his head. "No, the campaign regarding getting Andy laid." The screen returns to an interview done the day before. "See, it wasn't so bad to stash Richie there after all!"
"Could you seriously shut up? People aren't supposed to know about that."
"Come on. What is the worst that can happen?"
* * * * *
Richie is surprisingly chipper today as he deals with the lawyers' questions. Andy even went out of his way to give a nice wake up kiss before starting his routine.
Kim had shown up during lunchtime, apparently able to tell everything without Andy saying a word on the subject. She did have to sway Andy's mom in a different direction before she caught on, but it was a small price to pay, Kim said.
In the back of his mind, however, Richie had known the bliss would not last. Marat thought he knew everything about the history but there may have been pieces that Richie... may have omitted. For his own health.
Nonetheless, when the phone rings around three in the afternoon, Richie is taken by surprise.
"Hello Richard. You'd better give me a good reason not to kill you."
Richie cringes. The fatal flaw in the plan has been uncovered.
Chapter 4 - Ready For the First Round
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Richard Gasquet/Andy Murray, Marat Safin/Juan Carlos Ferrero
Other Characters: Mario Ancic, Kim Sears
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: Richie is in hiding during the suspension so ends up at Andy’s London home. During Wimbledon. Yeah, that’s not asking for trouble.
Chapter 3 - Before the Start of the Matches (Avoiding)
It takes Andy some time but he eventually does make it back to the bedroom. When he arrives, Notting Hill is stuck on the menu screen and Richie has fallen asleep.
The thing that makes everything so weird is that Andy doesn’t quite know how to approach this situation. Sure, it sounds great to hear that the guy he had a crush on from junior days acting like a buffet platter, but it isn’t. Andy isn’t sure if Richie would understand that he’s at least some of the reason Andy is so distrustful of relationships in general.
Andy shuts off the DVD player, then the television and decides this is the moment he’s going to take advantage of opportunity. Though he’s not so sure this was what Richie meant when he said Andy could have what he wants.
* * * * *
Richie is in the shower the next morning. He knows that Andy is on the other side of the door but he can't make out the words over the blast of water.
Andy is doing this on purpose. Slipping into bed, snuggling up against him like a lost puppy. It wasn't a surprise to Richie to be alone when he woke up, since it's only the biggest tournament starting tomorrow and there's much to do, routines to get started. That makes sense.
What is going on now doesn't. Andy has clearly interrupted his routine to have a conversation that he probably doesn't want Richie to participate in.
The problem is that Andy didn't want to give in to Marat's plan and may now wish he hadn't even gone this far. Richie doesn't exactly blame him for trying; in fact, there needed to be apologies for past behavior if this is meant to go beyond this arrangement.
Richie stops the water, wraps a towel around his waist and opens the bathroom door. Andy had just finished saying, "it's a possibility, I suppose," but stops upon realizing he is face to face with the problem.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the water." Richie leans against the door frame, amused that he's managed to completely fluster the Brit. Richie admits he wants to shock Andy even further by dropping the towel or slipping his tongue into Andy's agape mouth. He won't now because he can hear Andy's mom's voice at the other end of the house.
In fact, Judy's voice is getting closer, insisting that Andy needs to get going if they want to get to the interviewer on time. That thaws Andy from his frozen state, muttering, "I have to go. I... probably won't be back until late so if... right."
"I have calls to make." Richie enjoys how sounding so sure is working on wearing Andy's defenses down, even if the calls themselves he is anything but sure about.
* * * * *
When Marat sees the name pop up on his cellphone, he's got a wide smile on his face. Juan Carlos can already guess who it is but what he really wants is to eavesdrop on this conversation.
"Hello Mario."
"Why, yes. I know all about last week. Very nice work, indeed. I've never seen him happier."
"He exceeded expectations at Roland Garros so I kind of doubt he wants to part with you."
"You're welcome. Wha- Are you kidding? It's a good thing you know about law because that information was quite useful. It helped detangle the mess a little."
"You know the sports news so..."
"Yeah, him. After all, you do know more about lawyers than Richie does. The facts are there."
"Definitely better off being in England than cooped up at home. Okay then. Tell him I hope he does well this week."
Marat nods then closes his phone. Juan Carlos glares at him. "You fucking did that on purpose. When did Mario hang up on you?"
"'You're welcome'?"
"Bastard. It's not Soderling, is it?"
Marat stares at Juan Carlos as if he's the insane one. "Um, no. Exactly why would I want to help him?"
"I don't know. There is no logical explanation for what he did at the French so I looked for illogic..."
"I wouldn't be that cruel to Mario. In fact, I really don't want to think about what he does behind closed doors at all. It might involve a dungeon..."
"Oh shut up."
"Make me."
* * * * *
The questions Andy is facing are possibly more exhausting than playing a four-hour match. Nonetheless, there is an odd calm, as he’s not irritated by this madness as much as he was last year. Maybe it’s because he now realizes he belongs in these conversations regarding winning this title, instead of the wishful thinking the Brits had last year when the crowd carried him to the quarterfinals.
When he returns to the house that night, Andy isn’t sure why he wants to dart right for his room and repeat what happened last night. So he enters and the situation is similar - he thinks the movie tonight is Love Actually, but knows it's the other guy from Bridget Jones' Diary and the movie is modern-day. The point is that Richie has dozed off and Andy was more relaxed lying next to him than he’s been in a long time.
Andy changes into an old t-shirt and worn-out shorts, turns to the bed ready to settle in and has a pair of brown eyes watching him.
Richie has the grace to appear embarrassed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spy on you. I was waiting up, drifted off and thought I was back into the movie and, surprise, you’re standing there.”
“I came in hoping to repeat last night,” Andy admits. “But now I’m not so sure.”
“You don’t have to explain. Come here.” Andy sits on the edge of the bed, next to Richie’s feet but not looking his way. “I know I promised kinky sexual encounters but the offer did extend beyond that.”
“That’s nice and all but I enjoyed the feel of your skin.”
Andy says that in such a matter-of-fact tone that Richie almost doesn't catch what he really means. “You did?”
“Yes. I think it probably tastes good too. Of course, salty because of sweat but this other, indescribable flavor that I’d want to savor.” Andy tilts his head, determined not to back down this time, before resting his hands around Richie’s bare ankles, pushing them forward so his knees rise up. Andy plants a kiss on Richie's knee, staring down. "Yeah, I believe so."
Andy has let go of Richie's ankles, so Richie takes the opportunity to wrap one leg around to trap Andy in place. Richie says, "Is this your way of wanting a tasty treat before the start of the tournament?"
"Stick with getting inspired by your romantic comedies instead of porn flicks."
"Given this situation is more fitting of porn flick, you might want to be careful with your wording."
Andy lurches forward, hovering over Richie when he hisses out, "I don't want to be careful tonight," then lowers himself down and captures Richie by surprise with a soft kiss. Richie hesitantly wraps an arm around Andy as he stays in that slow rhythm, though not so sure either of them is going to last with their bodies so entwined. For that matter, Richie doesn't know if Andy is going to back away again and that has to be considered.
Rather than voice that thought, Richie decides to work a different angle. He breaks away from Andy's mouth, brushing kisses along his cheek until he's able to whisper, "Give us a chance."
Andy nods, afraid to interrupt. Richie's hand wanders under Andy's shirt but this is more about trying to be reassuring than any possible hookup. Just because Marat's plan implies this arrangement as sexual desires doesn't mean either have to follow that script.
"Nothing sweet," Andy says with determination, then makes short work of Richie's t-shirt and lowers himself back down. Their mouths crush together in rushed kisses, the friction feeling so good even though there's just thin pieces of fabric separating them. Maybe because of being frustrated by the night before and not doing anything about it but this time Richie is the one who is desperately trying not to end this too soon.
"Need you, just..."
Andy breaks away, smirk planted on his face. "You know, technically, I could torture you even worse than yesterday."
Richie glares at him. The sad part is that technically Andy is right - and that, based on their history, Richie would likely deserve it. "You did say nothing sweet so I guess I need to abide by that." Richie then realizes he can get Andy right back. "Then again, you were the one set in stone this morning, wondering if my towel would untie from my waist."
Andy tries to be dismissive. "I've seen you naked. In the locker room." But he is still pressed into Richie's thigh and that part of his body indicates what he truly thinks of that.
"True, but unlike those other times, you can indulge in all of your senses." Richie rises off the bed to kiss him, allowing Andy to slink back up Richie's body. Richie lets his hand slip to Andy's hip, debating whether to go lower.
As a cue, Andy nods, muttering, "Please, Richie." Richie bucks up, then his fingers work under the waistband to feel Andy's dick, to find they're both very close. It doesn't take more than a few strokes for Andy to release, his moans captured by Richie's mouth. Richie keeps working his hand, until they've both let go and collapse from the wait.
It takes about a minute for Andy to start to get up, nearly apologetic when he says, "I should..."
Even though this was probably breaking the rules, Richie pulls him back down into a hug. "Don't go and please don't be sorry."
* * * * *
It's Day 1 of Wimbledon. Though none of them have matches today, that doesn't mean their minds aren't on other tennis players in the draw. Or something.
"My plan has worked!" Marat announces as he and Juan Carlos are waiting in the lounge for a practice court. Marat's eyes are on the television monitor.
Juan Carlos glances at the screen. Some British commentator is on. "Which plan? The one to get all the line judges drunk?"
Marat's eyes widen. "No, but why didn't you say that sooner?" He shakes his head. "No, the campaign regarding getting Andy laid." The screen returns to an interview done the day before. "See, it wasn't so bad to stash Richie there after all!"
"Could you seriously shut up? People aren't supposed to know about that."
"Come on. What is the worst that can happen?"
* * * * *
Richie is surprisingly chipper today as he deals with the lawyers' questions. Andy even went out of his way to give a nice wake up kiss before starting his routine.
Kim had shown up during lunchtime, apparently able to tell everything without Andy saying a word on the subject. She did have to sway Andy's mom in a different direction before she caught on, but it was a small price to pay, Kim said.
In the back of his mind, however, Richie had known the bliss would not last. Marat thought he knew everything about the history but there may have been pieces that Richie... may have omitted. For his own health.
Nonetheless, when the phone rings around three in the afternoon, Richie is taken by surprise.
"Hello Richard. You'd better give me a good reason not to kill you."
Richie cringes. The fatal flaw in the plan has been uncovered.
Chapter 4 - Ready For the First Round