Fic: Touch, Touch, Feel

Feb 12, 2009 21:47

Title: Touch, Touch, Feel
Pairing: Marat Safin/Juan Carlos Ferrero
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: Not true

for poppinrockz who didn't "discover" Juanqui until today. Iloveyoudork hahaha. Plus its Juanqui's Birthday today! *throws confetti* :)






When Marat came up from behind, wrapping his strong arms around his waist, enveloping him like a cape and whispered, “Do you trust me?” Juanqui had no qualms about nodding almost instantaneously. Now he’s not so sure. Completely bare of clothes, he lying on the bed, blindfold covering his soul bearing eyes, his hands tied together to the headboard. It’s not like he can’t break free. The scarves’ knots are so loose around his wrist that he can slip out of them easily. But he won’t simply for the fact that Marat wants him like this. So he waits.

Luckily it’s not too long. He hears the telltale creek of the door as it opens and Marat’s not exactly a mouse as steady footsteps sound in his direction. The mattress underneath him dips and lips are against his, smiling.

“You ready?” Marat’s voice is low and rough, arousing all of Juanqui’s senses. He nods and feels Marat’s lips brush against his cheek.

“Ok. We’re going to play a game. I have a few items with me and you have to guess what they are. The first one to get to one wins.”

“To one?”

“Tennis style point system.”

“Oh ok… Marat?” Juanqui keeps his voice low. It just seems to fit the atmosphere.

“Hmm?”

“Are we doing… kinky stuff?”

The boom of Marat’s laughter resonates throughout his body and Juanqui’s not sure if that’s reassuring or not. He feels Marat’s gently touch run through his hair.

“No, love. Nothing we haven’t used before.” He can hear the smirk in Marat’s voice. The bed shakes a little when Marat shuffles him around, placing his feet flat on the mattress, knees bent. The surface dips again and Marat is no longer near him.

Juanqui’s about to call out when he feels something trail along his thigh, first on the left then crisscrossing to the right. It feels familiar, warm leather. Marat taps it against his skin a few times, lightly, and Juanqui knows exactly what it is, furthering his arousal.

“Flogger” The word comes out with a smirk on his lips, confident in his answer. The sound of Marat laughing fills his ears.

“Ok, that was easy. Love-fifteen.”

Now Juanqui feels something being rubbed against his collarbone. Marat’s close because he feels his lips on against his throat, under his jaw then on his lips. A moan escapes Juanqui’s mouth. When he doesn’t answer though, Marat takes what is in his hands and rubs it to the skin right above Juanqui’s lips, the rich sweet scent revealing itself.

Juanqui’s body shivers. “Chocolate.”

There’s a light pressure on his stomach as lips descend on his, tongue pushing until its inside and he indeed tastes chocolate. He moans when Marat’s fingers press into his muscles, desperately wishing he had his own hands free right now. But then its over as Marat moves away.

“Love-thirty. Either you’re really good at this or this is way to easy.”

Juanqui stays silent, secretly wanting Marat to end this game and take him in any and every way possible.

A new object his placed on his chest, cool and metal. As Marat run its up, down and across his nipples, Juanqui can hear a distinct clink.

“It can’t be your watch. It feels too small.”

“Is that your guess?”

Juanqui frowns. Small. Cool. Square. Metal. He can’t exactly think properly with his cock insisting on some attention but he does his best to concentrate. “Hmm, yeah, the watch.”

“Fifteen-thirty. Yes! I’m still in this.” The object scrapes his nipple one last time before being removed.

“What was it?” His skin is definitely warm now, wanting, needing more contact.

“My necklace, the gold one.”

“Oh” Juanqui feels disappointed with himself. He should have known that one. Marat presses a kiss against his lips, distracting him momentarily until…

“Shit! It’s cold!” There’s a slippery substance resting on his stomach, apparently quite cold too.

Marat chuckles against his ear, as his fingers run up and down his side. “Guess?”

“Ice?”

What ever was on his stomach is now at his lip. He darts out a cautious tongue, moaning when the sweetness hits his taste buds. “Jello? Since when do we have jello?”

“Thought it would taste good on you.”

If Juanqui wasn’t tied up at the moment, he would have mauled Marat by now. He rotates his hips, his lust aching every inch of his body, especially his groin. “Are we done yet? I need you, Marat.”

Sudden Marat’s warm breath is on his ear, causing shivers to take over his body. There’s a shift on the bed and finally Juanqui can feel bare flesh press against his side. “Almost, Juanqui. Just a few more.”

Juanqui’s groan turns into a moan as Marat devours his lips. He feels something soft, a cloth of some sort glide down chest. Marat pulls away as he runs the cloth lower, until he winds it around his cock. The added pressure is quite pleasurable, enough to make Juanqui forget about their little game but then its gone as Marat tickles his thighs before running it up his chest again and around his collarbone and neck. It’s silk and Juanqui knows exactly what it is when Marat’s heady cologne fills his nostril.

“Tie. It’s one of your silk ties.”

He feels Marat’s tongue in his bellybutton, licking, nipping and he whispers, “Match point. Ready?”

Juanqui nods fiercely, ready to get this game over with. A soft fuzzy object trails down his chest, over his hard abs and presses lightly against his balls. The moan that escapes his lips is ignored as Marat begins to tickles his thighs again, the fluffy object scratching his sensitive skin. Juanqui moans are now interspersed with giggles as Marat makes quick work over to his feet. Squealing uncontrollably, Juanqui thinks he’s going to die from the tickling against his instep. His leg kicks out wildly as he tries to get away from Marat.

“Marat! S-Stop! P-please. It’s too m-much!”

Marat’s laughing too, pausing momentarily. “I’ll stop if you get it right.”

Juanqui collects himself as he purses his lips in thought. “Soft. Fuzzy. Round. Tennis ball?”

The bed rumbles as Marat settles on it before straddling Juanqui thighs, skin brushing against his cock. He feels his lithe fingers on his wrists as he undoes the knots. Next to go is the blindfold and Juanqui carefully opens his eyes, anticipating harsh light. Instead he is greeted by a smiling Marat bathed in candlelight. His eyes whip around the room, taking in the romantic setting. It’s a bit much but he loves it more than he’ll admit.

Marat leans down and takes his lips against his own. Juanqui’s hands whip up to grasp his hair, enjoying its freedom. Marat smiles against his mouth, whispering, “You win.”

Juanqui lets out a little laugh. “What’s my prize?”

Marat pulls away, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger, contemplating. “Hmm. Anything you want?”

Juanqui reaches out and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling into a kiss. “How about the flogger?”

Marat bites down on his bottom lip before licking away the hurt. “Anything you want, Juanqui.”

tennis!fic, marat safin

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