Take You Down
Title: Take You Down
Pairing: Marat Safin/Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
Sequel to The Wooing of Roger Federer
There’s a whirlwind of bodies as Roger, Marat and Andy exit the club. In the cab back to Marat’s place, Andy has his lips attached to Roger’s neck as Marat’s finger’s run up and down his thighs. Roger’s quickly becoming overheated with lust and is highly disappointed when the cab comes to a halt. Someone pays the fare and the three bodies tumble out of the car. Andy’s tugging on Roger’s hand as they follow Marat inside. Immediately, he leads them to the bedroom, his bedroom. Everything is black and white. Black bed frame with stark white silk sheets. There’s matching black furniture with white sculptures and other knick knacks on top. Marat turns on a lamp beside the bed as Andy leads Roger over to the bed and sits him down. With both men on either side of him, Roger feels two sets of lips on his neck. When Marat tries to kiss him, Roger lets him for all of two seconds before turning to Andy. For some reason, he feels safer with Andy. So he kisses him, slow at first, lips and a hint of tongue. He feels a hand slip under his shirt, petting his stomach, and it increases his passion. Andy opens up to him, kissing back as good as he’s getting.
Marat, however, notices how Roger pulls away from him. Sure, he’s a little disappointed, but he decides he’s not going to let that ruin his night. Instead, he slips in fingers inside Roger’s shirt and plays with his abs, while placing feathery kisses to his neck. The body under his touches becomes tense, causing Marat to pull away and watch. Andy’s fucking Roger’s mouth without abandon. He can see slick tongues and white teeth clashing against one another, battling for dominance. With one last kiss to Roger’s neck, Marat moves off the bed to vacated chair next the bed. He continues to watch the two on the bed, watching what Andy does best.
He’s been with Andy before, numerous times. Andy’s fun and knows what he is doing. One time they were together, Marat carelessly told Andy his attraction to Roger. He took the piss at him for a while, making kissy faces at him when Roger would happen to pass by, or make crude gestures or comments. When he whispered how fuckable Roger was looking tonight, how hot the three of them would be together, Andy was all game. Marat usually had great ideas, especially this one. For now, he’s content with letting Andy have his way with Roger, knowing Roger’s in very capable hands.
Andy manages to have both his and Roger’s shirts off in record timing, not paying attention to the surroundings. When he leaves Roger’s lips and swings around to press against his back, that’s when Marat comes back into focus. He’s just watching them, reclining against the back of the chair comfortably. His hands rested on the arm rests, his eyes drawn to Roger’s face. Andy grins and lowers his mouth to Roger’s earlobe.
“Open your eyes, Rog.”
And Roger does. The sight of Marat staring at him with such naked lust in his eyes throws him off a little.
“Isn’t he sexy?”
When he doesn’t get a response, Andy continues tongue and tease while his hands begin to wander.
“Look at him. Really look at him. He’s so fuckable, so fucking hot. He makes me hot.” Andy presses the evidence against Roger’s back.
“He wants you, Rog. The question is do you want him?”
Roger once again doesn’t answer but he looks at Marat carefully. Does he want him? He cannot deny that he finds Marat exceptionally good looking. He has always had a good friendly relationship with him. But where as Andy is safe and comforting, Marat makes him feel… uneasy, scared. He lets Andy continue to suckle his earlobe as he closes his eyes.
Andy frowns when Roger remains silent. He looks up to Marat, who is still watching with much interest. He takes one hand off of Roger to beckon Marat, but Marat shakes his head. Andy shrugs and goes back to giving Roger his attention.
Sitting the chair, Marat does his best to remain still and not run towards the men occupying his bed. He wants nothing but to join them, to fuck them senseless. But he has a feeling that Roger’s not quite there yet, not quite comfortable, with him at least. His desire grows as Andy helps Roger off the bed to removes his pants, as well as his own. He not only hears Roger’s moan but feels it too when Andy teasingly caresses him. Marat grins. He knows exactly how good Andy can tease. His fingers begin to move closer to tend to his own needs.
Now nude, Andy steps behind Roger so they are both standing in front of Marat. He slides his fingers along the plains of Roger’s lean body, tonguing and kisses his shoulders and neck. When he sees Marat whip off his shirt, he kicks his teasing up a level.
“Fuckkkk,” Andy moans against Roger’s ear. “Look at his body.”
Roger obeys, opening his eyes to a miraculous site: Marat’s tanned, hard body.
“Shit”
“Makes me wanna lick his body everywhere. Don’t you wanna, Rog?”
Marat’s hasn’t taken his eyes off the pair and doesn’t as he slips his fingers inside his pants.
“Fuck,” Roger breathes. The dim light makes Marat’s body glow, glisten. He can see that Marat’s nipples are stiff, tattoos a little darker, abs a little more defined. Andy’s fingers slide down and grasp Roger’s erection, tugging lightly. He moans, but doesn’t dare close his eyes. Roger can’t even if he wanted to.
“He looks like he could use some help with his pants, hmm?” Andy whispers, already moving their bodies towards the man in the chair. Roger nods slightly, feet following on their own accord. They stop in front of him and Roger is a little hesitant. So Andy steps forward and bends down to kiss Marat. Marat arches his body, lifting out of his seat a little. Pulling away slightly, Andy uses his tongue to trail a path down Marat’s body: across his jaw, down his neck, toys with a nipples, swirls his belly button. When he gets to the waistband of Marat’s pants, he stops, looks back to Roger, nods and smiles. Roger eventually bends down too, sliding his knees to the floor.
When Roger’s hands touch the button on his pants, Marat’s eyes smolder. Roger, on his knees, looks absolutely fuckable, more so than before. He gives a hint of a smile that encourages Roger. Andy holds on to him as he stands up to allow Roger to remove the garment. With the pants out the way, Marat sits back down. Andy has now moved behind Roger once again, whispering into his ear. He sees Roger’s eyes widen but nods before he moves towards Marat. Roger stops in front of him and reaches for his hand. Obliging, Marat stands again and allows Roger to lead him to the bed, where Roger gets him to sit against the headboard. He leans back against the plush pillows, ready to watch whatever unfolds in front of his eyes.
The two bodies on display are of such contrast. Day and night. Light and dark. Andy carefully lays Roger down at the foot of the bed, kissing him the entire time. His fingers wander over eager skin. He loves the feeling of Roger’s excitement pressing in to him. He moves his lips over Roger’s jaw, down his neck and back to his earlobe, turning Roger’s eyes to Marat.
“Look how hard he is. Fuck, he’d feel so good.”
Roger moans, eyes fluttering a little. He’s so overwhelmed right now, but hopes it doesn’t stop.
“Do you want him to fuck you, Roger?” Andy asks, purring his name. His answer is another needy moan.
“Have you ever been fucked, Roger?”
Roger’s over stimulated mind takes a few seconds to produce a nod.
Andy’s brow rises in surprise. “Oh really? You have to tell me about that sometime.” He licks Roger’s cheek before moving off of him. “Don’t move.”
Roger just breathes, taking the time to collect himself. His eyes close and he hears murmuring between Andy and Marat. As his heart begins to slow, he feels fingers caressing his erection, whipping his eye open. Andy smiles down on him, waving a bottle of lube in front of his eyes.
“Ok?”
Roger nods. “Ok”
Andy looks to Marat once more before turning his full attention to the body laid out before him.
Marat’s not one for foreplay and teasing, but Andy’s a master at his craft. His lean, deft fingers trace Roger’s pliant skin, causing tiny hair all over his body to rise as Andy kisses his lips. Slowly, Andy lifts Roger’s right leg so it’s resting foot flat against the mattress. An index finger makes its way sneakily downward, coming to rest on Roger’s entrance. Roger’s body tenses initially at the feel of something different, something he hasn’t had in a very long time. But he breathes and nods when Andy pulls away with a silent question marked on his beautiful features. Marat leans forward when he sees Andy coat his fingers and bring them to Roger’s body. Subconsciously, Marat holds his breath and watches Roger’s body arch slightly as he’s penetrated. When Andy and Roger both pause, freeze exactly how they are, Marat exhales and whispers, “fuck” that doesn’t go unnoticed by the American. Andy turns his head and grins before leaning down and whispering something into Roger’s ear that makes the man so wantonly. Now Roger’s eyes are on Marat.
“C-come here, Marat.”
Marat grins and quickly moves forward to the both of them, stopping just in front of Roger’s splayed body. When he feels fingers on his wrist, it startles him a little. He knows who they belong to, but Marat still glances down then back to Roger’s face. With a shaky hand, Roger brings Marat’s to his torso and leaves it there. They just stare at each other, not wanting to break the spell that has fallen over them. Luckily, Andy is still in the room.
Watching Roger let his guard down a little and Marat in awe, Andy decides to move their night along a little farther. He begins to move his finger in and then out slowly. Marat’s lips swallow what would have been a moan as he kisses Roger hungrily. Andy inserts another finger as his eyes stay on the writhing bodies. He can see their wet tongues, battling in the messy kiss. It’s making him harder than ever.
Eventually Marat pulls back to watch Andy work on Roger, all the while kissing random patches on Roger’s skin. He scoots back to his position earlier, against the plush pillows, working his length gently to the rhythm of Andy’s hand. The sweat on Roger’s body glows in the low light, the air heavy and heady with lust.
Slipping his fingers out, Andy leans forward, tongue in Roger’s ear. “Go to him. Let him fuck you. He’s really good at it.”
The smile in Andy’s eyes placates Roger and he crawls to Marat. Marat closes that little bit of distance between them by pulling Roger onto his thighs. He brings their lips close but not together. “What do you want, Roger?”
His voice causes a shiver to run down Roger’s body. Courageously, he licks Marat’s bottom lip. “You”
Marat wastes no time in mauling Roger. With his hands under Roger, Marat haul him up, so he’s sitting on his stomach and pulls him forward so he can devour his lips. He feels a hand running up and down his thigh but without ending the kiss, Marat knows its Andy. His own hands are too busy trying to map every inch of Roger’s soft skin. Roger’s moaning now, rocking his hips ever so slightly.
Enamored with the display in front of him, Andy continues to caress Marat with one hand as the other deals with the condom. With the condom in place, Andy slides his fingers over Roger’s back before wrapping them around his waist to pull him down to Marat’s needy cock.
Breathing as calmly as he can manage, Roger pushes down slightly, feeling the slight burn. As he told Andy earlier, it has been a while and he needs time to adjust. Marat senses this and holds firmly on to his hips. Andy has one hand on his hand, soothing him. With another breath, he continues his descent down Marat’s cock. When he reaches bottom, a long low moan is released from his lips. Marat grins and tugs him forward into a kiss.
Slowly, while not releasing Marat’s lips, Roger moves off of Mara’t cock, then slides back down. This pace continues for few strokes before Marat’s gets frustrated and starts thrusting with a little more urgency. Neither man notices Andy slipping around them until they feel his tongue and fingers on random part of their bodies. Roger’s ribs. Marat’s hipbone. He slips his fingers between their bodies to wrap around Roger’s needy length. It’s hot, hard, and dripping and Andy wants, needs more as he presses his body, his lips against theirs. All three bodies move together, rubbing, pressing, thrusting. Marat’s pace is quickening, and so his Andy’s. He has one hand on Roger while he shoves his hips against Roger and Marat’s thighs. Andy’s fingers tighten as he approaches his orgasm, which causes Roger to moan and tighten around Marat’s cock. With a few more strokes, Marat’s pants against Andy’s and Roger’s mouths as he comes, with Roger and Andy right behind him. With come on his stomach and thigh, Marat cannot be any happier and holds Roger and Andy close to his body.
With Marat still in him, Roger’s on the brink of falling asleep. He feels lips on his forehead and on his bicep. He turns to Andy and kisses him sleepily before resting his on Marat’s chest. All while having a huge smile on his beautiful sated face.
Pairing: Marat Safin/Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
Sequel to The Wooing of Roger Federer
There’s a whirlwind of bodies as Roger, Marat and Andy exit the club. In the cab back to Marat’s place, Andy has his lips attached to Roger’s neck as Marat’s finger’s run up and down his thighs. Roger’s quickly becoming overheated with lust and is highly disappointed when the cab comes to a halt. Someone pays the fare and the three bodies tumble out of the car. Andy’s tugging on Roger’s hand as they follow Marat inside. Immediately, he leads them to the bedroom, his bedroom. Everything is black and white. Black bed frame with stark white silk sheets. There’s matching black furniture with white sculptures and other knick knacks on top. Marat turns on a lamp beside the bed as Andy leads Roger over to the bed and sits him down. With both men on either side of him, Roger feels two sets of lips on his neck. When Marat tries to kiss him, Roger lets him for all of two seconds before turning to Andy. For some reason, he feels safer with Andy. So he kisses him, slow at first, lips and a hint of tongue. He feels a hand slip under his shirt, petting his stomach, and it increases his passion. Andy opens up to him, kissing back as good as he’s getting.
Marat, however, notices how Roger pulls away from him. Sure, he’s a little disappointed, but he decides he’s not going to let that ruin his night. Instead, he slips in fingers inside Roger’s shirt and plays with his abs, while placing feathery kisses to his neck. The body under his touches becomes tense, causing Marat to pull away and watch. Andy’s fucking Roger’s mouth without abandon. He can see slick tongues and white teeth clashing against one another, battling for dominance. With one last kiss to Roger’s neck, Marat moves off the bed to vacated chair next the bed. He continues to watch the two on the bed, watching what Andy does best.
He’s been with Andy before, numerous times. Andy’s fun and knows what he is doing. One time they were together, Marat carelessly told Andy his attraction to Roger. He took the piss at him for a while, making kissy faces at him when Roger would happen to pass by, or make crude gestures or comments. When he whispered how fuckable Roger was looking tonight, how hot the three of them would be together, Andy was all game. Marat usually had great ideas, especially this one. For now, he’s content with letting Andy have his way with Roger, knowing Roger’s in very capable hands.
Andy manages to have both his and Roger’s shirts off in record timing, not paying attention to the surroundings. When he leaves Roger’s lips and swings around to press against his back, that’s when Marat comes back into focus. He’s just watching them, reclining against the back of the chair comfortably. His hands rested on the arm rests, his eyes drawn to Roger’s face. Andy grins and lowers his mouth to Roger’s earlobe.
“Open your eyes, Rog.”
And Roger does. The sight of Marat staring at him with such naked lust in his eyes throws him off a little.
“Isn’t he sexy?”
When he doesn’t get a response, Andy continues tongue and tease while his hands begin to wander.
“Look at him. Really look at him. He’s so fuckable, so fucking hot. He makes me hot.” Andy presses the evidence against Roger’s back.
“He wants you, Rog. The question is do you want him?”
Roger once again doesn’t answer but he looks at Marat carefully. Does he want him? He cannot deny that he finds Marat exceptionally good looking. He has always had a good friendly relationship with him. But where as Andy is safe and comforting, Marat makes him feel… uneasy, scared. He lets Andy continue to suckle his earlobe as he closes his eyes.
Andy frowns when Roger remains silent. He looks up to Marat, who is still watching with much interest. He takes one hand off of Roger to beckon Marat, but Marat shakes his head. Andy shrugs and goes back to giving Roger his attention.
Sitting the chair, Marat does his best to remain still and not run towards the men occupying his bed. He wants nothing but to join them, to fuck them senseless. But he has a feeling that Roger’s not quite there yet, not quite comfortable, with him at least. His desire grows as Andy helps Roger off the bed to removes his pants, as well as his own. He not only hears Roger’s moan but feels it too when Andy teasingly caresses him. Marat grins. He knows exactly how good Andy can tease. His fingers begin to move closer to tend to his own needs.
Now nude, Andy steps behind Roger so they are both standing in front of Marat. He slides his fingers along the plains of Roger’s lean body, tonguing and kisses his shoulders and neck. When he sees Marat whip off his shirt, he kicks his teasing up a level.
“Fuckkkk,” Andy moans against Roger’s ear. “Look at his body.”
Roger obeys, opening his eyes to a miraculous site: Marat’s tanned, hard body.
“Shit”
“Makes me wanna lick his body everywhere. Don’t you wanna, Rog?”
Marat’s hasn’t taken his eyes off the pair and doesn’t as he slips his fingers inside his pants.
“Fuck,” Roger breathes. The dim light makes Marat’s body glow, glisten. He can see that Marat’s nipples are stiff, tattoos a little darker, abs a little more defined. Andy’s fingers slide down and grasp Roger’s erection, tugging lightly. He moans, but doesn’t dare close his eyes. Roger can’t even if he wanted to.
“He looks like he could use some help with his pants, hmm?” Andy whispers, already moving their bodies towards the man in the chair. Roger nods slightly, feet following on their own accord. They stop in front of him and Roger is a little hesitant. So Andy steps forward and bends down to kiss Marat. Marat arches his body, lifting out of his seat a little. Pulling away slightly, Andy uses his tongue to trail a path down Marat’s body: across his jaw, down his neck, toys with a nipples, swirls his belly button. When he gets to the waistband of Marat’s pants, he stops, looks back to Roger, nods and smiles. Roger eventually bends down too, sliding his knees to the floor.
When Roger’s hands touch the button on his pants, Marat’s eyes smolder. Roger, on his knees, looks absolutely fuckable, more so than before. He gives a hint of a smile that encourages Roger. Andy holds on to him as he stands up to allow Roger to remove the garment. With the pants out the way, Marat sits back down. Andy has now moved behind Roger once again, whispering into his ear. He sees Roger’s eyes widen but nods before he moves towards Marat. Roger stops in front of him and reaches for his hand. Obliging, Marat stands again and allows Roger to lead him to the bed, where Roger gets him to sit against the headboard. He leans back against the plush pillows, ready to watch whatever unfolds in front of his eyes.
The two bodies on display are of such contrast. Day and night. Light and dark. Andy carefully lays Roger down at the foot of the bed, kissing him the entire time. His fingers wander over eager skin. He loves the feeling of Roger’s excitement pressing in to him. He moves his lips over Roger’s jaw, down his neck and back to his earlobe, turning Roger’s eyes to Marat.
“Look how hard he is. Fuck, he’d feel so good.”
Roger moans, eyes fluttering a little. He’s so overwhelmed right now, but hopes it doesn’t stop.
“Do you want him to fuck you, Roger?” Andy asks, purring his name. His answer is another needy moan.
“Have you ever been fucked, Roger?”
Roger’s over stimulated mind takes a few seconds to produce a nod.
Andy’s brow rises in surprise. “Oh really? You have to tell me about that sometime.” He licks Roger’s cheek before moving off of him. “Don’t move.”
Roger just breathes, taking the time to collect himself. His eyes close and he hears murmuring between Andy and Marat. As his heart begins to slow, he feels fingers caressing his erection, whipping his eye open. Andy smiles down on him, waving a bottle of lube in front of his eyes.
“Ok?”
Roger nods. “Ok”
Andy looks to Marat once more before turning his full attention to the body laid out before him.
Marat’s not one for foreplay and teasing, but Andy’s a master at his craft. His lean, deft fingers trace Roger’s pliant skin, causing tiny hair all over his body to rise as Andy kisses his lips. Slowly, Andy lifts Roger’s right leg so it’s resting foot flat against the mattress. An index finger makes its way sneakily downward, coming to rest on Roger’s entrance. Roger’s body tenses initially at the feel of something different, something he hasn’t had in a very long time. But he breathes and nods when Andy pulls away with a silent question marked on his beautiful features. Marat leans forward when he sees Andy coat his fingers and bring them to Roger’s body. Subconsciously, Marat holds his breath and watches Roger’s body arch slightly as he’s penetrated. When Andy and Roger both pause, freeze exactly how they are, Marat exhales and whispers, “fuck” that doesn’t go unnoticed by the American. Andy turns his head and grins before leaning down and whispering something into Roger’s ear that makes the man so wantonly. Now Roger’s eyes are on Marat.
“C-come here, Marat.”
Marat grins and quickly moves forward to the both of them, stopping just in front of Roger’s splayed body. When he feels fingers on his wrist, it startles him a little. He knows who they belong to, but Marat still glances down then back to Roger’s face. With a shaky hand, Roger brings Marat’s to his torso and leaves it there. They just stare at each other, not wanting to break the spell that has fallen over them. Luckily, Andy is still in the room.
Watching Roger let his guard down a little and Marat in awe, Andy decides to move their night along a little farther. He begins to move his finger in and then out slowly. Marat’s lips swallow what would have been a moan as he kisses Roger hungrily. Andy inserts another finger as his eyes stay on the writhing bodies. He can see their wet tongues, battling in the messy kiss. It’s making him harder than ever.
Eventually Marat pulls back to watch Andy work on Roger, all the while kissing random patches on Roger’s skin. He scoots back to his position earlier, against the plush pillows, working his length gently to the rhythm of Andy’s hand. The sweat on Roger’s body glows in the low light, the air heavy and heady with lust.
Slipping his fingers out, Andy leans forward, tongue in Roger’s ear. “Go to him. Let him fuck you. He’s really good at it.”
The smile in Andy’s eyes placates Roger and he crawls to Marat. Marat closes that little bit of distance between them by pulling Roger onto his thighs. He brings their lips close but not together. “What do you want, Roger?”
His voice causes a shiver to run down Roger’s body. Courageously, he licks Marat’s bottom lip. “You”
Marat wastes no time in mauling Roger. With his hands under Roger, Marat haul him up, so he’s sitting on his stomach and pulls him forward so he can devour his lips. He feels a hand running up and down his thigh but without ending the kiss, Marat knows its Andy. His own hands are too busy trying to map every inch of Roger’s soft skin. Roger’s moaning now, rocking his hips ever so slightly.
Enamored with the display in front of him, Andy continues to caress Marat with one hand as the other deals with the condom. With the condom in place, Andy slides his fingers over Roger’s back before wrapping them around his waist to pull him down to Marat’s needy cock.
Breathing as calmly as he can manage, Roger pushes down slightly, feeling the slight burn. As he told Andy earlier, it has been a while and he needs time to adjust. Marat senses this and holds firmly on to his hips. Andy has one hand on his hand, soothing him. With another breath, he continues his descent down Marat’s cock. When he reaches bottom, a long low moan is released from his lips. Marat grins and tugs him forward into a kiss.
Slowly, while not releasing Marat’s lips, Roger moves off of Mara’t cock, then slides back down. This pace continues for few strokes before Marat’s gets frustrated and starts thrusting with a little more urgency. Neither man notices Andy slipping around them until they feel his tongue and fingers on random part of their bodies. Roger’s ribs. Marat’s hipbone. He slips his fingers between their bodies to wrap around Roger’s needy length. It’s hot, hard, and dripping and Andy wants, needs more as he presses his body, his lips against theirs. All three bodies move together, rubbing, pressing, thrusting. Marat’s pace is quickening, and so his Andy’s. He has one hand on Roger while he shoves his hips against Roger and Marat’s thighs. Andy’s fingers tighten as he approaches his orgasm, which causes Roger to moan and tighten around Marat’s cock. With a few more strokes, Marat’s pants against Andy’s and Roger’s mouths as he comes, with Roger and Andy right behind him. With come on his stomach and thigh, Marat cannot be any happier and holds Roger and Andy close to his body.
With Marat still in him, Roger’s on the brink of falling asleep. He feels lips on his forehead and on his bicep. He turns to Andy and kisses him sleepily before resting his on Marat’s chest. All while having a huge smile on his beautiful sated face.