Fic: Cómo El Corazón Comporta
Title: Cómo El Corazón Comporta
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17 (more like R)
Disclaimer: Not true
As soon as the fuzzy neon ball sails into the net and the victor, his compadre, Rafa drops to the ground, Fernando feels tiny aches and pains nestle into his muscles and joints. They creep up into his neck, branch out to his shoulder but he doesn’t acknowledge it as he lets Rafa hug him. It was a good match, hard fought on both end and Fernando has no regrets. He feels a twinge in his wrist as he lifts up his bag and lifts it onto his shoulders, another in his shins as he makes his way to the locker room. Fernando makes his way inside and suddenly the weight of his bag disappears as long lithe fingers push it of his sore limb. Feliciano, long hair and bright eyed, offers a smile as he stands in front of Fernando, fingers trailing to the nape of his neck.
Words seem to escape Fernando as he allows Feliciano to undress him. Fingers grasp the edge of his sweaty shirt and pull it off of Fernando’s slowly grieving body. Feliciano bends down, beings to unlace his shoes causing Fernando to seek out for something to hold on to. The left foot is released bare only to be joined by the right seconds later. Fighting the urge to close them, Fernando’s eyes stay on Feliciano, watching intently as he stands back up, locking on to his. Their noses touch as Feliciano leans in, fingers tracing the top of his shorts. They share the same air as Feliciano just simply breathes against Fernando’s lips, resting their foreheads together. Fernando’s shorts slowly make their way to the floor. Lips press together, light, only for a second before Feliciano moves away to strip off his own clothes quickly and slips his fingers into Fernando’s, leading them to the showers.
Within seconds, the spray is cascading down them, water clinging to soft skin before sliding and swirling down the drain. Fernando’s eyes stutter shut as Feliciano’s slim fingers massage his scalp, watching away the sweat and chemicals. Thumbs press lightly into the aching muscles in his neck causing a hissed “Dios” escape from his lips. Feliciano moves his fingers to his shoulder, applying little pressure in a circular motion, feeling the taut tense muscle loosen gradually. He dips his head, water hitting his face, as he places butterfly kisses to Fernando’s neck. Fernando shifts so he’s facing Feliciano, his querido, leaning in to lick at Feliciano’s bottom lip. He wraps his arm around Feliciano’s back when their lips enclose together. The kiss is unhurried as tongues slide against one another. Desperate fingers grasp for skin, for substance, anything to hold on to. The water continues to rain upon them as lose themselves within each other.
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Fernando’s head collides with the wall of their hotel room as Feliciano’s breath floats over the sensitized skin of his cock. Feliciano’s fingernails nails into his hips, leaving crescent shaped indents that will eventually fade away with time. He feels the tiny throb of pain that has seeped into random cracks of his body. His legs won’t be able to support him for much longer, but Feliciano’s holding on to him, holding him up and secure. Lips descend onto his flesh and Fernando lets out a low moan.
“Feli”
The sheer utterance of his name as Feliciano wanted to swallow him whole. And he does. He pulls back, letting his tongue swirl around the head before taking Fernando all the way in again. It’s a cycle, a vicious one if you ask Fernando, but Feliciano doesn’t stop, not until Fernando’s body seizes up for a second for slumping forward and his taste his filling Feliciano’s senses. He places a kiss to every inch of Fernando’s skin on the way to his lips before moving to mouth his jaw and the space right below the earlobe. He presses Fernando against the wall a little harder, settling between parted legs.
“Nando”
{*}
Fernando’s nose curls up when bright light awakes him from his peaceful sleep. He shifts to his other side, gently colliding into a warm body, eyes whipping open then closing just as fast as the harsh light hits the retinas. He tries again, slower this time, and smiles when he sees Feliciano sleeping on his side, slightly curled up, blond hair falling helplessly into his face. Fernando leans in, brushes aside the fallen locks and presses a kiss to his lips. He still tastes like the oranges Feliciano insisted on eating last night, at four in the morning. Smiling, Fernando scoots closer, carefully twining his arms and legs with Feliciano’s. His eyes close once again. With nothing important planned, the day can wait.
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17 (more like R)
Disclaimer: Not true
As soon as the fuzzy neon ball sails into the net and the victor, his compadre, Rafa drops to the ground, Fernando feels tiny aches and pains nestle into his muscles and joints. They creep up into his neck, branch out to his shoulder but he doesn’t acknowledge it as he lets Rafa hug him. It was a good match, hard fought on both end and Fernando has no regrets. He feels a twinge in his wrist as he lifts up his bag and lifts it onto his shoulders, another in his shins as he makes his way to the locker room. Fernando makes his way inside and suddenly the weight of his bag disappears as long lithe fingers push it of his sore limb. Feliciano, long hair and bright eyed, offers a smile as he stands in front of Fernando, fingers trailing to the nape of his neck.
Words seem to escape Fernando as he allows Feliciano to undress him. Fingers grasp the edge of his sweaty shirt and pull it off of Fernando’s slowly grieving body. Feliciano bends down, beings to unlace his shoes causing Fernando to seek out for something to hold on to. The left foot is released bare only to be joined by the right seconds later. Fighting the urge to close them, Fernando’s eyes stay on Feliciano, watching intently as he stands back up, locking on to his. Their noses touch as Feliciano leans in, fingers tracing the top of his shorts. They share the same air as Feliciano just simply breathes against Fernando’s lips, resting their foreheads together. Fernando’s shorts slowly make their way to the floor. Lips press together, light, only for a second before Feliciano moves away to strip off his own clothes quickly and slips his fingers into Fernando’s, leading them to the showers.
Within seconds, the spray is cascading down them, water clinging to soft skin before sliding and swirling down the drain. Fernando’s eyes stutter shut as Feliciano’s slim fingers massage his scalp, watching away the sweat and chemicals. Thumbs press lightly into the aching muscles in his neck causing a hissed “Dios” escape from his lips. Feliciano moves his fingers to his shoulder, applying little pressure in a circular motion, feeling the taut tense muscle loosen gradually. He dips his head, water hitting his face, as he places butterfly kisses to Fernando’s neck. Fernando shifts so he’s facing Feliciano, his querido, leaning in to lick at Feliciano’s bottom lip. He wraps his arm around Feliciano’s back when their lips enclose together. The kiss is unhurried as tongues slide against one another. Desperate fingers grasp for skin, for substance, anything to hold on to. The water continues to rain upon them as lose themselves within each other.
{*}
Fernando’s head collides with the wall of their hotel room as Feliciano’s breath floats over the sensitized skin of his cock. Feliciano’s fingernails nails into his hips, leaving crescent shaped indents that will eventually fade away with time. He feels the tiny throb of pain that has seeped into random cracks of his body. His legs won’t be able to support him for much longer, but Feliciano’s holding on to him, holding him up and secure. Lips descend onto his flesh and Fernando lets out a low moan.
“Feli”
The sheer utterance of his name as Feliciano wanted to swallow him whole. And he does. He pulls back, letting his tongue swirl around the head before taking Fernando all the way in again. It’s a cycle, a vicious one if you ask Fernando, but Feliciano doesn’t stop, not until Fernando’s body seizes up for a second for slumping forward and his taste his filling Feliciano’s senses. He places a kiss to every inch of Fernando’s skin on the way to his lips before moving to mouth his jaw and the space right below the earlobe. He presses Fernando against the wall a little harder, settling between parted legs.
“Nando”
{*}
Fernando’s nose curls up when bright light awakes him from his peaceful sleep. He shifts to his other side, gently colliding into a warm body, eyes whipping open then closing just as fast as the harsh light hits the retinas. He tries again, slower this time, and smiles when he sees Feliciano sleeping on his side, slightly curled up, blond hair falling helplessly into his face. Fernando leans in, brushes aside the fallen locks and presses a kiss to his lips. He still tastes like the oranges Feliciano insisted on eating last night, at four in the morning. Smiling, Fernando scoots closer, carefully twining his arms and legs with Feliciano’s. His eyes close once again. With nothing important planned, the day can wait.