Fic: The Skin You Live In
Title: The Skin You Live In
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true (damn i wish)
Summary: Fernando does a nude photo shoot for Cosmo Magazine
for somarem who wanted a fic out of this video Nando is SO ADORABLE in it and major 'awwwwwwwww' for the Feli shout out :D
i know i've been spaming your flist alot lately, i apologize :( its the damn bunnies!
“So when do we leave?”
“Leave where?”
“Leave here to go to the photo shoot.”
Fernando steps out of the bathroom with his head sticking out of his shirt, tugging it over his chest. He spots Feliciano lounging on the bed, trying his best to look innocent.
“Nice try, Feli but you know you can’t go.”
“Why?” Feliciano asks as he crosses his arms and pouts. Fernando walks over to him, sits on the bed and pats his cheek.
“You know why. I’m already nervous. You being there is just going to add to it.” He leans in and kisses Feli, who is still pouting.
“But I’ll be there to support you. And why would I make you nervous?”
Ducking his head to hide his embarrassment, cheeks crimsoning, his words are nothing more than a mumble. Feliciano wraps his fingers over his ear and tugs gently. “What?”
“You. Um.”
Feliciano raises an eyebrow.
“You’ll make me excited and that not something I want everyone to see.”
The sound of Feliciano’s laughter fills the room, causing Fernando to blush even more and he tries to smother his friend with a pillow. When Feliciano doesn’t stop, Fernando backs away and pouts.
“Feliiiiiiiiiii,” whines Fernando. “It’s not funny.”
After a bout of hiccups, Feliciano collects himself and moves to wraps Fernando in a hug. “Well, I’m flattered. I didn’t know that just my presence makes you excited.” This earns him a punch in the arm, but he still holds on tight. “I’m joking, Nando. You’ll be fine.” He kisses his forehead, fingers caressing his arms.
Fernando looks into his eyes with love and care for a moment before breaking out in a big grins. “You’re still not coming.”
Feliciano pretends to push him away in anger, a pout back on his lips. “I don’t like you.”
Fernando laughs as he crawls over and takes Feliciano’s hands into his own, and then proceeds to kiss every digit. “No, you love me.” The silly grin on his face gets to Feli. He laughs as pushes him.
“Ok. Ok. Go, before you are late.” Fernando leaves with one last kiss to Feliciano’s palm.
{*}
Fifty-three minutes into the shoot, Fernando’s muscles finally begin to relax. He was extremely nervous to start despite everyone’s reassurance that he would be fabulous. He had started to regret his decision against Feliciano coming, but as he starts to calm a little, he knows he made the right choice. Feliciano would have done one out of the two possible things. He would have either stared and grinned coyly, eyes all suggestive or he would be coaching Fernando as though being in a few modeling ads qualify him as a director.
Much to his delight, everyone involved is very kind and positive. And male, which surprisingly helps because as long as it’s not Feliciano, little Nando’s not going anywhere. Being on top of a building was a bit nerve-wracking too, only for the fact that anyone could see him completely nude but then he was reminded that in a few weeks time everyone would be able to see him naked. He got over it quick.
Soon enough, the photographer calls it a wrap and his assistance hands Fernando a robe. He accepts it with a smile, pulls it on and heads over to the photographer.
“So, when can I see photos?” Nerves plague him again.
The photographer looks up from his camera. “I can show you now or I can email you or you can wait until the mag goes on sale. Which do you prefer?”
“Now.”
The photographer laughs, knowing too well how eager the models are to see the end result. He hands Fernando the camera. “Just press that button to see the previous.”
The image of his own nude body catches him by surprise, as though he was expecting something, someone else. His serious face stares back at him and he frowns. He should have smiled more. As he continues browsing through the pictures, he decides that they’re not that bad. There are few, like the one where he’s leaning against the rail with his back arched, which could be removed from the collection. When he’s done, he hands back the camera.
“Can you email them too?”
The photographer nods as he begins to dismantle his tools. After goodbye, Fernando heads home, ready to face Feliciano and the billion questions he’s bound to ask.
{*}
The jingle at the door is enough of a cue that Fernando is home for Feliciano that he jumps off the couch. He practically steamrolls Fernando as he comes through the door.
“So how did it go? Were you nervous? Did you pose with anyone? Were you completely naked or just a little? I bet it was cold, huh? What was the set like? Where there
women around? Any hot guys?”
Feliciano only stops because he’s out of breath. Fernando laughs as he grabs him by the wrist and leads him up the stairs and into their “office” which is more of a room with a computer and a desk in it. He hasn’t answered any of Feliciano’s questions and doesn’t plan to, not yet. Fernando takes a seat and pulls Feliciano onto his lap as they sit and wait together for the computer to load up.
“Nando, what-"
Fernando silences him with a kiss. Feliciano fully turns around, straddling his legs to get comfortable. Their lips mould together naturally as their kiss begins to heat up. When Fernando feels Feliciano’s fingers undoing the button on his jeans, he breaks the kiss and opens his eyes, remembering the computer. Feliciano whines when he’s turned around, away from where he wants to be. But being a good boy he is, he silently watches Fernando sign into his email. Seconds later his jaw drops.
Fernando watches the side of his face, wishing to get some notion of approval.
“Fuck, Nando. You’re gorgeous.”
Fernando lets out a nervous laugh.
“I’m serious. Look at your skin, so golden and flawless. Your hipbones. Your stomach. Your legs…” He doesn’t finish as he turns back around and smashes their lips together, slowly grinding his ass against Fernando. He bites Fernando’s lips, leaving little eventual bruises. “Fuck me.”
Slightly out of breath, Fernando pulls back a little, catching air from Feliciano’s lips. “Here?”
Feliciano only nods as he beings to trail kisses down Fernando’s neck, licking and biting as he goes. Finding the shirt offensive, Feliciano rips it off Nando’s body, balls it up and throws it somewhere in front of him. He’s too wrapped up in getting Nando’s clothes off, in getting to his body. Lips cover the expanse of the tanned toned chest, tongue flickering over sensitive nipples. The moans from above him only spurn Feliciano on further, heat and lust pooling in his cock. Fingers trail down, over rough denim to tease Fernando, just for a second though before tracing over the button and zip. Unbuttoned and unzipped, Feliciano reluctantly slips down to the floor and pulls the last two pieces of clothing away from the breathtaking canvass in front him.
Fernando watches, panting as though his airway is being blocked. Feliciano stands up in front of him as he slowly begins to peel off his own clothes. Why he decides to slow down now is a torturous mysterious for Fernando who wants nothing more than to be in him. Now. However, his eyes don’t even dare to leave Feli’s as he begins to sway his hips a little, like there’s a beat only he can hear. Fernando’s hand sneaks to his cock; he can’t help but wrap it around himself. The contact feels so good.
The button on Feli’s jeans pops open to reveal smooth bare skin. Fernando grins. “Putting on underwear was too much of a hassle?”
Feliciano keeps his hip rocking, swiveling here, there and back again. “What’s the point when I knew I’d wouldn’t be wearing them for long?” He takes a lone step towards Fernando, who automatically whips out a hand and touches the ‘V’ created by the pants. He leans in and sucks on the skin, teeth scraping, tonguing fucking.
Now it’s Feliciano’s turn to moan. His cock begins to swell, begging to be released from its confines. His fingers plunge into Fernando’s long hair, trailing down and clutching at the ends. He pulls Fernando’s head back and grins down at him before letting him go. Fernando’s eyes follow as he turns around and bends down retrieve something from the bottom drawer of the desk. Lotion. Thank God.
But he doesn’t immediately jump on Fernando’s cock like he wishes. No, Feliciano pours a bit of the cream on his fingers, tosses the bottle a side and turns right around so his back is facing Fernando. Fingers of one hand grasp the edge of the desk while the other trail up and down his entrance. He bends his knees and looks over his shoulders, loving the way Fernando’s eyes are glued on him. One finger taps lightly before gently pushing in. He’s going slowly, not because he needs it but because he knows Fernando appreciates it. Fernando’s cock sure does, if how its stand at attention is any indication. As Feliciano slips in another, he notices that Nando is holding his cock at the base; he’s ready, they both are. It only takes seconds for Feliciano to pull out his fingers, walk over, push Fernando’s hand out of the way and descend on his cock.
Moans escape from both of them. Fernando’s thrusting up just as hard as Feliciano is pushing down. Their pace is frantic, both of them desperate to get off. The tease had gone on for far too long. Feliciano’s teeth sink into Fernando’s shoulder as he grips his cock. Three more thrusts and Fernando’s coming, hand subconsciously squeezing for dear life around Feliciano’s cock. He screams, senses heightened from the pleasurepain, spurting his come between their sweaty bodies. They slump against each other, kissing each other’s necks, lips and any other piece of bare skin. They pet and caress, until Fernando finally whispers, “shower?” and Feliciano nods in agreement, getting up and walking off to the bathroom hand in hand.
{*}
“Feli? Querido?” Fernando asks out loud as he steps out into their empty bedroom. Feliciano had exited the bathroom before him, saying the hot water was making his skin dry. Fernando had expected to see him here, on the bed waiting for him.
He walks out into the hall and almost down the stairs when he hears the whirl of the computer fan. He forgot to turn it off. Turning, he walks into their office room, surprised to see Feliciano intently assessing the screen.
“Feli?”
Feliciano turns, smiling and lends out his hand, beckoning Fernando to him. He complies and sits down on Feliciano’s lap, a reverse of their positions not too long ago. He lets out an embarrassed smile when he sees his bare body on the screen.
“Why are you still looking at this?”
Feliciano kisses his cheek. “You look good.” When Fernando just laughs, Feliciano takes his hands into his own. “Seriously. You look amazing.”
Fernando turns around, presses their lips together, sweet and chaste. “Thank you,” he whispers, lips curling into a smile against Feliciano’s.
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true (damn i wish)
Summary: Fernando does a nude photo shoot for Cosmo Magazine
for somarem who wanted a fic out of this video Nando is SO ADORABLE in it and major 'awwwwwwwww' for the Feli shout out :D
i know i've been spaming your flist alot lately, i apologize :( its the damn bunnies!
“So when do we leave?”
“Leave where?”
“Leave here to go to the photo shoot.”
Fernando steps out of the bathroom with his head sticking out of his shirt, tugging it over his chest. He spots Feliciano lounging on the bed, trying his best to look innocent.
“Nice try, Feli but you know you can’t go.”
“Why?” Feliciano asks as he crosses his arms and pouts. Fernando walks over to him, sits on the bed and pats his cheek.
“You know why. I’m already nervous. You being there is just going to add to it.” He leans in and kisses Feli, who is still pouting.
“But I’ll be there to support you. And why would I make you nervous?”
Ducking his head to hide his embarrassment, cheeks crimsoning, his words are nothing more than a mumble. Feliciano wraps his fingers over his ear and tugs gently. “What?”
“You. Um.”
Feliciano raises an eyebrow.
“You’ll make me excited and that not something I want everyone to see.”
The sound of Feliciano’s laughter fills the room, causing Fernando to blush even more and he tries to smother his friend with a pillow. When Feliciano doesn’t stop, Fernando backs away and pouts.
“Feliiiiiiiiiii,” whines Fernando. “It’s not funny.”
After a bout of hiccups, Feliciano collects himself and moves to wraps Fernando in a hug. “Well, I’m flattered. I didn’t know that just my presence makes you excited.” This earns him a punch in the arm, but he still holds on tight. “I’m joking, Nando. You’ll be fine.” He kisses his forehead, fingers caressing his arms.
Fernando looks into his eyes with love and care for a moment before breaking out in a big grins. “You’re still not coming.”
Feliciano pretends to push him away in anger, a pout back on his lips. “I don’t like you.”
Fernando laughs as he crawls over and takes Feliciano’s hands into his own, and then proceeds to kiss every digit. “No, you love me.” The silly grin on his face gets to Feli. He laughs as pushes him.
“Ok. Ok. Go, before you are late.” Fernando leaves with one last kiss to Feliciano’s palm.
{*}
Fifty-three minutes into the shoot, Fernando’s muscles finally begin to relax. He was extremely nervous to start despite everyone’s reassurance that he would be fabulous. He had started to regret his decision against Feliciano coming, but as he starts to calm a little, he knows he made the right choice. Feliciano would have done one out of the two possible things. He would have either stared and grinned coyly, eyes all suggestive or he would be coaching Fernando as though being in a few modeling ads qualify him as a director.
Much to his delight, everyone involved is very kind and positive. And male, which surprisingly helps because as long as it’s not Feliciano, little Nando’s not going anywhere. Being on top of a building was a bit nerve-wracking too, only for the fact that anyone could see him completely nude but then he was reminded that in a few weeks time everyone would be able to see him naked. He got over it quick.
Soon enough, the photographer calls it a wrap and his assistance hands Fernando a robe. He accepts it with a smile, pulls it on and heads over to the photographer.
“So, when can I see photos?” Nerves plague him again.
The photographer looks up from his camera. “I can show you now or I can email you or you can wait until the mag goes on sale. Which do you prefer?”
“Now.”
The photographer laughs, knowing too well how eager the models are to see the end result. He hands Fernando the camera. “Just press that button to see the previous.”
The image of his own nude body catches him by surprise, as though he was expecting something, someone else. His serious face stares back at him and he frowns. He should have smiled more. As he continues browsing through the pictures, he decides that they’re not that bad. There are few, like the one where he’s leaning against the rail with his back arched, which could be removed from the collection. When he’s done, he hands back the camera.
“Can you email them too?”
The photographer nods as he begins to dismantle his tools. After goodbye, Fernando heads home, ready to face Feliciano and the billion questions he’s bound to ask.
{*}
The jingle at the door is enough of a cue that Fernando is home for Feliciano that he jumps off the couch. He practically steamrolls Fernando as he comes through the door.
“So how did it go? Were you nervous? Did you pose with anyone? Were you completely naked or just a little? I bet it was cold, huh? What was the set like? Where there
women around? Any hot guys?”
Feliciano only stops because he’s out of breath. Fernando laughs as he grabs him by the wrist and leads him up the stairs and into their “office” which is more of a room with a computer and a desk in it. He hasn’t answered any of Feliciano’s questions and doesn’t plan to, not yet. Fernando takes a seat and pulls Feliciano onto his lap as they sit and wait together for the computer to load up.
“Nando, what-"
Fernando silences him with a kiss. Feliciano fully turns around, straddling his legs to get comfortable. Their lips mould together naturally as their kiss begins to heat up. When Fernando feels Feliciano’s fingers undoing the button on his jeans, he breaks the kiss and opens his eyes, remembering the computer. Feliciano whines when he’s turned around, away from where he wants to be. But being a good boy he is, he silently watches Fernando sign into his email. Seconds later his jaw drops.
Fernando watches the side of his face, wishing to get some notion of approval.
“Fuck, Nando. You’re gorgeous.”
Fernando lets out a nervous laugh.
“I’m serious. Look at your skin, so golden and flawless. Your hipbones. Your stomach. Your legs…” He doesn’t finish as he turns back around and smashes their lips together, slowly grinding his ass against Fernando. He bites Fernando’s lips, leaving little eventual bruises. “Fuck me.”
Slightly out of breath, Fernando pulls back a little, catching air from Feliciano’s lips. “Here?”
Feliciano only nods as he beings to trail kisses down Fernando’s neck, licking and biting as he goes. Finding the shirt offensive, Feliciano rips it off Nando’s body, balls it up and throws it somewhere in front of him. He’s too wrapped up in getting Nando’s clothes off, in getting to his body. Lips cover the expanse of the tanned toned chest, tongue flickering over sensitive nipples. The moans from above him only spurn Feliciano on further, heat and lust pooling in his cock. Fingers trail down, over rough denim to tease Fernando, just for a second though before tracing over the button and zip. Unbuttoned and unzipped, Feliciano reluctantly slips down to the floor and pulls the last two pieces of clothing away from the breathtaking canvass in front him.
Fernando watches, panting as though his airway is being blocked. Feliciano stands up in front of him as he slowly begins to peel off his own clothes. Why he decides to slow down now is a torturous mysterious for Fernando who wants nothing more than to be in him. Now. However, his eyes don’t even dare to leave Feli’s as he begins to sway his hips a little, like there’s a beat only he can hear. Fernando’s hand sneaks to his cock; he can’t help but wrap it around himself. The contact feels so good.
The button on Feli’s jeans pops open to reveal smooth bare skin. Fernando grins. “Putting on underwear was too much of a hassle?”
Feliciano keeps his hip rocking, swiveling here, there and back again. “What’s the point when I knew I’d wouldn’t be wearing them for long?” He takes a lone step towards Fernando, who automatically whips out a hand and touches the ‘V’ created by the pants. He leans in and sucks on the skin, teeth scraping, tonguing fucking.
Now it’s Feliciano’s turn to moan. His cock begins to swell, begging to be released from its confines. His fingers plunge into Fernando’s long hair, trailing down and clutching at the ends. He pulls Fernando’s head back and grins down at him before letting him go. Fernando’s eyes follow as he turns around and bends down retrieve something from the bottom drawer of the desk. Lotion. Thank God.
But he doesn’t immediately jump on Fernando’s cock like he wishes. No, Feliciano pours a bit of the cream on his fingers, tosses the bottle a side and turns right around so his back is facing Fernando. Fingers of one hand grasp the edge of the desk while the other trail up and down his entrance. He bends his knees and looks over his shoulders, loving the way Fernando’s eyes are glued on him. One finger taps lightly before gently pushing in. He’s going slowly, not because he needs it but because he knows Fernando appreciates it. Fernando’s cock sure does, if how its stand at attention is any indication. As Feliciano slips in another, he notices that Nando is holding his cock at the base; he’s ready, they both are. It only takes seconds for Feliciano to pull out his fingers, walk over, push Fernando’s hand out of the way and descend on his cock.
Moans escape from both of them. Fernando’s thrusting up just as hard as Feliciano is pushing down. Their pace is frantic, both of them desperate to get off. The tease had gone on for far too long. Feliciano’s teeth sink into Fernando’s shoulder as he grips his cock. Three more thrusts and Fernando’s coming, hand subconsciously squeezing for dear life around Feliciano’s cock. He screams, senses heightened from the pleasurepain, spurting his come between their sweaty bodies. They slump against each other, kissing each other’s necks, lips and any other piece of bare skin. They pet and caress, until Fernando finally whispers, “shower?” and Feliciano nods in agreement, getting up and walking off to the bathroom hand in hand.
{*}
“Feli? Querido?” Fernando asks out loud as he steps out into their empty bedroom. Feliciano had exited the bathroom before him, saying the hot water was making his skin dry. Fernando had expected to see him here, on the bed waiting for him.
He walks out into the hall and almost down the stairs when he hears the whirl of the computer fan. He forgot to turn it off. Turning, he walks into their office room, surprised to see Feliciano intently assessing the screen.
“Feli?”
Feliciano turns, smiling and lends out his hand, beckoning Fernando to him. He complies and sits down on Feliciano’s lap, a reverse of their positions not too long ago. He lets out an embarrassed smile when he sees his bare body on the screen.
“Why are you still looking at this?”
Feliciano kisses his cheek. “You look good.” When Fernando just laughs, Feliciano takes his hands into his own. “Seriously. You look amazing.”
Fernando turns around, presses their lips together, sweet and chaste. “Thank you,” he whispers, lips curling into a smile against Feliciano’s.