Fic: Come Closer
Title: Come Closer
Pairing: Marat Safin/Andy Roddick
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
A/N: this is for poppinrockz who has asked for this fic for a longggg time now. sorry babes, i hope you like it. the song is Closer by Neyo
With the sea of gyrating bodies, the heat is incredible. The music is throbbing and Marat can feel it in his bones. His head is pressed against Roger’s in a fruitful attempt to communicate with him, but they can barely hear each other, just smiling to let the other one know that they understand when really they don’t. However, their converstation is cut short when Andy comes by and pulls Marat away, pushing their hips together. Andy leans in and yells, “Dance with me, Marat.”
Marat just laughs and turns Andy around so he can grind into Andy’s back. Andy looks around and when he spots Mardy he raises a brow and smiles when his friend nods. He turns around again and leans in to kiss Marat. “Dance with me.”
A familiar beat flows into to the club, mentally reminding himself to thank Mardy for his hook-ups with the DJ. Andy begins a fast shimmy of his hips.
“Turn the lights off in this place and he shines just like a star,” Andy says against Marat’s lips. Marat can’t hear the words persay, but can definitely feel them . Andy’s got a steady rhythm going on now, and Marat grips his hips to keep in tandem.
Andy’s lips trace hot kisses along Marat’s chin. “Like he's right there in my ear, telling me that he wants to own me, to control me.” Marat’s not even listening to the version that is being blasted throughout the club, only the words from Andy’s lips are making any sense right now. Their hips are rocking together now, close enough to feel how hard they both are. Andy takes both of Marat’s hands into his own and turns himself, esentially trapping himself against the bigger man.
“And I just can't pull my self away, under his spell I can't break, I just can't stop,” Andy tips his head back against Marat’s shoulder while his hands reach back and pull Marat in even closer. “And I just can't bring myself away, but I don't want to escape, I just can't stop.” Now he’s latched himself to Marat’s neck, nipping and sucking to the best of his ability. Marat knows that if the music wasn’t so loud, everybody could hear him moan shamelessly. Marat begins to grind a little harder, a little faster, not caring if his movements are not in time with the beat. He’s incredibly close to coming, and he doesn’t want to in his pants. He leans down and captures Andy’s lips in a rough kiss. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”
Andy laughs and moves away, shaking his head. “I can feel him on my skin, I can taste him on my tongue, he's the sweetest taste of sin, the more I get the more I want.” Facing him once again, as Andy comes in, he drops a hand to Marat’s crotch and rubs slowly. “Come closer. I just can’t stop.” Marat bites back a moan and smashes their lips together. He can taste the coppy tang of blood. So can Andy and it doesn’t stop his teasing. His fingers go a little lower and he presses hard. Marat’s cock jumps and Andy grins. “Fuck, Marat.”
“Now,” Growls Marat as his hips rotate against Andy and his hand. With one last kiss, Andy nods, takes Marat’s hand and leads him out the club. Marat’s close enough to keep his cock in contact with Andy’s ass, but he needs more. When Andy leans against the counter at coat check, Marat presses even closer, effectly bending Andy in half, whispering against his neck, “Under his spell, I just can’t stop.”
Pairing: Marat Safin/Andy Roddick
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
A/N: this is for poppinrockz who has asked for this fic for a longggg time now. sorry babes, i hope you like it. the song is Closer by Neyo
With the sea of gyrating bodies, the heat is incredible. The music is throbbing and Marat can feel it in his bones. His head is pressed against Roger’s in a fruitful attempt to communicate with him, but they can barely hear each other, just smiling to let the other one know that they understand when really they don’t. However, their converstation is cut short when Andy comes by and pulls Marat away, pushing their hips together. Andy leans in and yells, “Dance with me, Marat.”
Marat just laughs and turns Andy around so he can grind into Andy’s back. Andy looks around and when he spots Mardy he raises a brow and smiles when his friend nods. He turns around again and leans in to kiss Marat. “Dance with me.”
A familiar beat flows into to the club, mentally reminding himself to thank Mardy for his hook-ups with the DJ. Andy begins a fast shimmy of his hips.
“Turn the lights off in this place and he shines just like a star,” Andy says against Marat’s lips. Marat can’t hear the words persay, but can definitely feel them . Andy’s got a steady rhythm going on now, and Marat grips his hips to keep in tandem.
Andy’s lips trace hot kisses along Marat’s chin. “Like he's right there in my ear, telling me that he wants to own me, to control me.” Marat’s not even listening to the version that is being blasted throughout the club, only the words from Andy’s lips are making any sense right now. Their hips are rocking together now, close enough to feel how hard they both are. Andy takes both of Marat’s hands into his own and turns himself, esentially trapping himself against the bigger man.
“And I just can't pull my self away, under his spell I can't break, I just can't stop,” Andy tips his head back against Marat’s shoulder while his hands reach back and pull Marat in even closer. “And I just can't bring myself away, but I don't want to escape, I just can't stop.” Now he’s latched himself to Marat’s neck, nipping and sucking to the best of his ability. Marat knows that if the music wasn’t so loud, everybody could hear him moan shamelessly. Marat begins to grind a little harder, a little faster, not caring if his movements are not in time with the beat. He’s incredibly close to coming, and he doesn’t want to in his pants. He leans down and captures Andy’s lips in a rough kiss. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”
Andy laughs and moves away, shaking his head. “I can feel him on my skin, I can taste him on my tongue, he's the sweetest taste of sin, the more I get the more I want.” Facing him once again, as Andy comes in, he drops a hand to Marat’s crotch and rubs slowly. “Come closer. I just can’t stop.” Marat bites back a moan and smashes their lips together. He can taste the coppy tang of blood. So can Andy and it doesn’t stop his teasing. His fingers go a little lower and he presses hard. Marat’s cock jumps and Andy grins. “Fuck, Marat.”
“Now,” Growls Marat as his hips rotate against Andy and his hand. With one last kiss, Andy nods, takes Marat’s hand and leads him out the club. Marat’s close enough to keep his cock in contact with Andy’s ass, but he needs more. When Andy leans against the counter at coat check, Marat presses even closer, effectly bending Andy in half, whispering against his neck, “Under his spell, I just can’t stop.”