Fic: Nada Mal Con El Sexo
Title: Nada Mal Con El Sexo
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not true
A/N: this fic is a remix(sort of) of gryps_celsus's fic Felicidades, that uses the whole idea of not having sex before matches and such. It was a lovely idea by somarem who also provided me this quote by Andre Agassi: "Sex doesn’t interfere with your tennis; it’s staying out all night trying to find it that affects your tennis… I feel like I’m a little lighter in my shoes, it makes me kind of run a little bit quicker because I feel like a stud."
Also, because i forgot to mention earlier, just in case you might not know, Agassi is Nando's idol and did have the chance of meeting him properly in Decemeber of 2008. Any interview where Nando's talks about him, he gets all wide-eyed and giggly, all starstruck, its cute :D
It's crap for the amount of time i put into it, i feel like i can't do anymore it make it better *shrugs* hope you still like it, hun!
I don't have any knowledge of the Spanish language. My title is supposed to say "Nothing Wrong With Sex" so if that's inncorrect please let me know!
Two hour later, Fernando is still bouncing with excitment, constantly shifting from his left foot to the right. A little part of him still can’t believe he’s speaking with Andre, the Andre Agassi. When he was younger, he had imagine this moment countless times. At first, Fernando was quite, shy and nervous, after this is Andre Agassi, his idol. But now, after realizing that Andre is just like him, a regular guy who just happens to be the winner of eight Grand Slams, Fernando has been able to relax enough to ask and answer questions. Some would call this a proper conversation. Fernando calls it a dream come true.
Andre is discussing the details about his next project, a tennis academy for kids, when Fernando feels a hand on his back, sliding to rest on his waist. He turns his head slightly, his smile brightening when he sees Feliciano. Feliciano extends his free hand to Andre.
“Hi, Andre. Nice to see you again.”
Andre’s eyes wander up from the hand on Fernando’s waist to Feliciano’s eyes. “You, too, Lopez. Congratulations on the Davis Cup. That was quite a win.”
Feliciano laughs, his face brightening at the complement. “Thank you. I will never forget.” He turns to Fernando, leaning in close to whisper into his ear, Spanish flowing effortlessly. “Make sure you come say bye to me before my flight tomorrow. Goodnight, Nando.”
A feeling of something he can’t quite put a name to yet fills his heart. He smiles and nods, fighting the urge to grab Feliciano by the neck and kiss him until he can’t breathe. Instead, Fernando watches him walk away. When Andre coughs, Fernando turns his attention back to him, a blush splashed across his cheeks.
“So,” Andre starts, not sure if he should say anything.
“I. Uh. Feli. Uh.”
Andre laughs, clapping his shoulder. “Nothing to be ashamed about. How long have you two been together?”
Fernando looks down, wanting to die of embarrassment but glad he can talk to someone about it. “We friends for long time. It just happened at Davis Cup Final.”
“Must have been a hell of a celebration then.”
His head jerks up, eyes falling on Andre’s grin. “Ah, no. Not-not exactly.” Andre frowns, little lines forming on his forehead. When he doesn’t say anything, Fernando sighs, hating himself for wanting to elaborate.
“Everyone was so excited after we win. We party a lot. Drink a lot. So n-nothing happened.”
Trying his best to not smirk, Andre nods. “So what you’re saying is that you and Feliciano haven’t had sex yet?”
Oh God, kill him now. Fernando turns a shade of red Andre didn’t think was humanly possible. He begins to play with his fingernails, a habit he picked up since he was little. “No, not really.”
Andre looks around and pulls Fernando to a near by sitting area. “Do you wan to talk about it?”
“We are, no?”
Andre laughs. He likes this kid. “Yeah, we are. So? Since then, you two… never even tried to…?”
Fernando shakes his head. When he sees Andre’s gentle smile, he takes it as encouragement. “So busy. We go back to Spain. Media here. Media there. No time for us, even to relax. Plus coaches say no sex during big matches.”
“Well if you ask me I’d say take any opportunity you can to be together. Don’t stress about not having sex. It just doesn’t make sense.”
Fernando’s face crinkles in question, not sure if he fully understands. “I no stress. It’s just difficult. When holidays come, we spend time with family and not together. I no see Feli until in Australia. Then we both focus so” he lets out an exhausting sigh, a smile creeping on his face. “Ok, so I stress a little.”
“If the Australian Open is the where you two see each other next, then why not there?”
“Because we focus on tennis?”
Andre stares at him, making Fernando self-conscious about his English. He’s about to elaborate what he means, when Andre shakes his head.” Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? There is nothing wrong with having sex the night before your match. In the morning or afternoon of, now that’s different. But the night before? It always makes me feel better.”
“Feel better?”
Andre laughs, as he throws his arm over Fernando’s shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but some matches are tough, not just the physical play on the court but the mindfuck before too.” When Fernando gives him a confused look, Andre explains. “The media, reporters, whatever. They compare you to your opponent and pretty much take any opportunity to rip up your game. I’ve been so stressed before games more than I can count. But sometimes finding… release helps. Always made my toes feel a little lighter.”
Huh. Fernando just sits there, mulling over Andre’s words. The man has won eight slams, and much much more. He must know what he’s talking about, surely? After Spain won the Davis Cup, when he was sober, Fernando wanted nothing more but to throw Feliciano up against a wall and fuck him senseless. All they got though were confirmation kisses of their mutual attraction to each other before the intoxicants took over. Since then, there hasn’t been much progress with their relationship, but they both know that their long time friendship has developed into something more.
“So, is not weird. Me and Feliciano?”
“I thought we established that when Lopez practically kissed you in front of me and I didn’t say anything.”
“He didn’t kiss me!” The blush comes back full force, making it hard for Fernando to look like anything but a sun burnt tomato.
Andre grabs his sides, laughter erupting. It takes him a few minutes to gather himself. They talk about other things, non-tennis related, until Fernando and Andre both yawn and decide to call it a night. “Keep up the good work, Fernando. It won’t be long ‘til you win a slam. Good luck for the upcoming season and with Lopez.” He chuckles as they shake hands and say goodbye, leaving Fernando feeling a little awestruck.
+
Unfortunately, Fernando was right. The holidays came and went and although Fernando did get to see Feliciano, they weren’t able to spend time together. Nonetheless, phone calls were made and text messages were sent. Fernando would escape the loud comforting noise of his family to tuck himself in a corner, laughing, talking and ultimately missing Feliciano as his voice floated over the receiver. He found this particular holiday to be very difficult.
Now they’re in Melbourne, only to be packing once again. Not Fernando though as his hard work has paid off and sees him in the fourth round. He only wishes that he and Feliciano had won their doubles match too, so they could be celebrating instead of getting ready to say their farewells.
Fernando steps out of the bathroom, donning only a pair of shorts, droplets of water falling graciously from his dark hair onto his tanned chest. He sees Feliciano sitting on the bed; phone in hand as he makes his way towards him.
“My flight’s at nine in the morning tomorrow.” Feli looks tired. Dark circles mar his red eyes. His shoulders are slumped, making Fernando want nothing more but to soothe them and relax his aching body. Fernando sits next to him and takes his phone from his hands. Feliciano closes his eyes, only to open them when he feels Fernando’s lips against his. For a moment, he forgets about the aches in his muscles. His body is pushed towards the mattress and he allows himself to be settled against it, only wanting to be closer to Fernando. Deft fingers swiftly find their way under his shirt, touching, caressing his soft skin, his sensitive nipples. Feliciano finds himself shirtless within seconds but doesn’t care when he comes into contact with Fernando’s bare skin, warmth surrounding his senses. His own fingers close around Fernando’s bicep when he feels Fernando reach below and rub him slowly, causally.
“We should go to sleep.”
“We will. Later” It’s whispered against his lips, the words vibrating his skin. Any more words are forgotten though as Fernando climbs on top of Feliciano, their mouths still fused together. But Feliciano struggles, just a little, worrying about other things that are much more important, well at least in his eyes.
“You have a match tomorrow, Nando. It’s important.” His voice is breathy, increasing Nando’s lust for him, just a tad bit.
“I know. I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Right now, I want you.”
Not knowing how to say no, and not really wanting to, Feliciano locks their lips together as he pushes his hip up.
With every nerve in his body tingling, Fernando does his best to pry himself away from Feli. They’ve waited long enough. He needs more and he needs it now. Climbing off of the bed and Feliciano, Nando makes his way to the bathroom, and comes back with a bottle of lotion. Making quick work of his shorts, he tugs off Feliciano’s too before returning to his spot on top.
The lotion is poured generously directly onto Feliciano’s cock and he sucks in a breath, the coolness causing a shiver to run throughout his body. But Fernando’s right there, warming it up as best he can as his fingers massage the hard length. He eyes Fernando critically as he leans back against his thighs and uses the remainder of the lotion on himself. Feliciano knows the exact moment Nando touches himself, breaches himself; his eyes flutter but don’t shut completely. His lips part, barely but enough that Feliciano can see the tip of his tongue. It’s all too much. He reaches up and pulls Fernando down by the neck, kissing, licking, biting, fucking his mouth.
Fingers slipping out slowly, Fernando reaches for Feliciano’s cock and places against his sensitive skin, the sheer heat permeating his body. With an insistent push, the head slips inside and Fernando groans against Feliciano’s lip. They go slow, both of them wanting to make the most of the moment. Fernando rocks his hips, every single one of his groans swallowed by Feli’s mouth, his own cock trapped between the heat of their bodies. Feliciano’s fingers dig into the flesh of Fernando’s buttocks, guiding and holding simultaneously. Their pace is increasing, but neither of them cares; only the want of climaxing together is clear in their minds. The feel of Feliciano inside of him, finally, feels so right; the way their bodies mould together, moving in a well-choreographed dance.
Feliciano can’t help but bite down on Fernando’s lips as his orgasm pours out of him. Every part of him clings onto Nando. His hand fights to get between him, to get hold on Fernando’s cock. His fingers wrap and stroke expertly. In no time, he has Nando coming, his hot release staining his fingers.
The earlier pace of fierce thrusting becomes a gentle rocking as they begin to come down together. Eventually, Fernando settles against Feli’s chest, lips kissing and licking gently.
“Claudio is going to kill me.”
Fernando lets out a blissful laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
+
With a gesture of triumph aimed towards the crowd, Fernando heads to net with his head held high. Now that he allows himself to think about it, his shoes do feel a little lighter.
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not true
A/N: this fic is a remix(sort of) of gryps_celsus's fic Felicidades, that uses the whole idea of not having sex before matches and such. It was a lovely idea by somarem who also provided me this quote by Andre Agassi: "Sex doesn’t interfere with your tennis; it’s staying out all night trying to find it that affects your tennis… I feel like I’m a little lighter in my shoes, it makes me kind of run a little bit quicker because I feel like a stud."
Also, because i forgot to mention earlier, just in case you might not know, Agassi is Nando's idol and did have the chance of meeting him properly in Decemeber of 2008. Any interview where Nando's talks about him, he gets all wide-eyed and giggly, all starstruck, its cute :D
It's crap for the amount of time i put into it, i feel like i can't do anymore it make it better *shrugs* hope you still like it, hun!
I don't have any knowledge of the Spanish language. My title is supposed to say "Nothing Wrong With Sex" so if that's inncorrect please let me know!
Two hour later, Fernando is still bouncing with excitment, constantly shifting from his left foot to the right. A little part of him still can’t believe he’s speaking with Andre, the Andre Agassi. When he was younger, he had imagine this moment countless times. At first, Fernando was quite, shy and nervous, after this is Andre Agassi, his idol. But now, after realizing that Andre is just like him, a regular guy who just happens to be the winner of eight Grand Slams, Fernando has been able to relax enough to ask and answer questions. Some would call this a proper conversation. Fernando calls it a dream come true.
Andre is discussing the details about his next project, a tennis academy for kids, when Fernando feels a hand on his back, sliding to rest on his waist. He turns his head slightly, his smile brightening when he sees Feliciano. Feliciano extends his free hand to Andre.
“Hi, Andre. Nice to see you again.”
Andre’s eyes wander up from the hand on Fernando’s waist to Feliciano’s eyes. “You, too, Lopez. Congratulations on the Davis Cup. That was quite a win.”
Feliciano laughs, his face brightening at the complement. “Thank you. I will never forget.” He turns to Fernando, leaning in close to whisper into his ear, Spanish flowing effortlessly. “Make sure you come say bye to me before my flight tomorrow. Goodnight, Nando.”
A feeling of something he can’t quite put a name to yet fills his heart. He smiles and nods, fighting the urge to grab Feliciano by the neck and kiss him until he can’t breathe. Instead, Fernando watches him walk away. When Andre coughs, Fernando turns his attention back to him, a blush splashed across his cheeks.
“So,” Andre starts, not sure if he should say anything.
“I. Uh. Feli. Uh.”
Andre laughs, clapping his shoulder. “Nothing to be ashamed about. How long have you two been together?”
Fernando looks down, wanting to die of embarrassment but glad he can talk to someone about it. “We friends for long time. It just happened at Davis Cup Final.”
“Must have been a hell of a celebration then.”
His head jerks up, eyes falling on Andre’s grin. “Ah, no. Not-not exactly.” Andre frowns, little lines forming on his forehead. When he doesn’t say anything, Fernando sighs, hating himself for wanting to elaborate.
“Everyone was so excited after we win. We party a lot. Drink a lot. So n-nothing happened.”
Trying his best to not smirk, Andre nods. “So what you’re saying is that you and Feliciano haven’t had sex yet?”
Oh God, kill him now. Fernando turns a shade of red Andre didn’t think was humanly possible. He begins to play with his fingernails, a habit he picked up since he was little. “No, not really.”
Andre looks around and pulls Fernando to a near by sitting area. “Do you wan to talk about it?”
“We are, no?”
Andre laughs. He likes this kid. “Yeah, we are. So? Since then, you two… never even tried to…?”
Fernando shakes his head. When he sees Andre’s gentle smile, he takes it as encouragement. “So busy. We go back to Spain. Media here. Media there. No time for us, even to relax. Plus coaches say no sex during big matches.”
“Well if you ask me I’d say take any opportunity you can to be together. Don’t stress about not having sex. It just doesn’t make sense.”
Fernando’s face crinkles in question, not sure if he fully understands. “I no stress. It’s just difficult. When holidays come, we spend time with family and not together. I no see Feli until in Australia. Then we both focus so” he lets out an exhausting sigh, a smile creeping on his face. “Ok, so I stress a little.”
“If the Australian Open is the where you two see each other next, then why not there?”
“Because we focus on tennis?”
Andre stares at him, making Fernando self-conscious about his English. He’s about to elaborate what he means, when Andre shakes his head.” Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? There is nothing wrong with having sex the night before your match. In the morning or afternoon of, now that’s different. But the night before? It always makes me feel better.”
“Feel better?”
Andre laughs, as he throws his arm over Fernando’s shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but some matches are tough, not just the physical play on the court but the mindfuck before too.” When Fernando gives him a confused look, Andre explains. “The media, reporters, whatever. They compare you to your opponent and pretty much take any opportunity to rip up your game. I’ve been so stressed before games more than I can count. But sometimes finding… release helps. Always made my toes feel a little lighter.”
Huh. Fernando just sits there, mulling over Andre’s words. The man has won eight slams, and much much more. He must know what he’s talking about, surely? After Spain won the Davis Cup, when he was sober, Fernando wanted nothing more but to throw Feliciano up against a wall and fuck him senseless. All they got though were confirmation kisses of their mutual attraction to each other before the intoxicants took over. Since then, there hasn’t been much progress with their relationship, but they both know that their long time friendship has developed into something more.
“So, is not weird. Me and Feliciano?”
“I thought we established that when Lopez practically kissed you in front of me and I didn’t say anything.”
“He didn’t kiss me!” The blush comes back full force, making it hard for Fernando to look like anything but a sun burnt tomato.
Andre grabs his sides, laughter erupting. It takes him a few minutes to gather himself. They talk about other things, non-tennis related, until Fernando and Andre both yawn and decide to call it a night. “Keep up the good work, Fernando. It won’t be long ‘til you win a slam. Good luck for the upcoming season and with Lopez.” He chuckles as they shake hands and say goodbye, leaving Fernando feeling a little awestruck.
+
Unfortunately, Fernando was right. The holidays came and went and although Fernando did get to see Feliciano, they weren’t able to spend time together. Nonetheless, phone calls were made and text messages were sent. Fernando would escape the loud comforting noise of his family to tuck himself in a corner, laughing, talking and ultimately missing Feliciano as his voice floated over the receiver. He found this particular holiday to be very difficult.
Now they’re in Melbourne, only to be packing once again. Not Fernando though as his hard work has paid off and sees him in the fourth round. He only wishes that he and Feliciano had won their doubles match too, so they could be celebrating instead of getting ready to say their farewells.
Fernando steps out of the bathroom, donning only a pair of shorts, droplets of water falling graciously from his dark hair onto his tanned chest. He sees Feliciano sitting on the bed; phone in hand as he makes his way towards him.
“My flight’s at nine in the morning tomorrow.” Feli looks tired. Dark circles mar his red eyes. His shoulders are slumped, making Fernando want nothing more but to soothe them and relax his aching body. Fernando sits next to him and takes his phone from his hands. Feliciano closes his eyes, only to open them when he feels Fernando’s lips against his. For a moment, he forgets about the aches in his muscles. His body is pushed towards the mattress and he allows himself to be settled against it, only wanting to be closer to Fernando. Deft fingers swiftly find their way under his shirt, touching, caressing his soft skin, his sensitive nipples. Feliciano finds himself shirtless within seconds but doesn’t care when he comes into contact with Fernando’s bare skin, warmth surrounding his senses. His own fingers close around Fernando’s bicep when he feels Fernando reach below and rub him slowly, causally.
“We should go to sleep.”
“We will. Later” It’s whispered against his lips, the words vibrating his skin. Any more words are forgotten though as Fernando climbs on top of Feliciano, their mouths still fused together. But Feliciano struggles, just a little, worrying about other things that are much more important, well at least in his eyes.
“You have a match tomorrow, Nando. It’s important.” His voice is breathy, increasing Nando’s lust for him, just a tad bit.
“I know. I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Right now, I want you.”
Not knowing how to say no, and not really wanting to, Feliciano locks their lips together as he pushes his hip up.
With every nerve in his body tingling, Fernando does his best to pry himself away from Feli. They’ve waited long enough. He needs more and he needs it now. Climbing off of the bed and Feliciano, Nando makes his way to the bathroom, and comes back with a bottle of lotion. Making quick work of his shorts, he tugs off Feliciano’s too before returning to his spot on top.
The lotion is poured generously directly onto Feliciano’s cock and he sucks in a breath, the coolness causing a shiver to run throughout his body. But Fernando’s right there, warming it up as best he can as his fingers massage the hard length. He eyes Fernando critically as he leans back against his thighs and uses the remainder of the lotion on himself. Feliciano knows the exact moment Nando touches himself, breaches himself; his eyes flutter but don’t shut completely. His lips part, barely but enough that Feliciano can see the tip of his tongue. It’s all too much. He reaches up and pulls Fernando down by the neck, kissing, licking, biting, fucking his mouth.
Fingers slipping out slowly, Fernando reaches for Feliciano’s cock and places against his sensitive skin, the sheer heat permeating his body. With an insistent push, the head slips inside and Fernando groans against Feliciano’s lip. They go slow, both of them wanting to make the most of the moment. Fernando rocks his hips, every single one of his groans swallowed by Feli’s mouth, his own cock trapped between the heat of their bodies. Feliciano’s fingers dig into the flesh of Fernando’s buttocks, guiding and holding simultaneously. Their pace is increasing, but neither of them cares; only the want of climaxing together is clear in their minds. The feel of Feliciano inside of him, finally, feels so right; the way their bodies mould together, moving in a well-choreographed dance.
Feliciano can’t help but bite down on Fernando’s lips as his orgasm pours out of him. Every part of him clings onto Nando. His hand fights to get between him, to get hold on Fernando’s cock. His fingers wrap and stroke expertly. In no time, he has Nando coming, his hot release staining his fingers.
The earlier pace of fierce thrusting becomes a gentle rocking as they begin to come down together. Eventually, Fernando settles against Feli’s chest, lips kissing and licking gently.
“Claudio is going to kill me.”
Fernando lets out a blissful laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
+
With a gesture of triumph aimed towards the crowd, Fernando heads to net with his head held high. Now that he allows himself to think about it, his shoes do feel a little lighter.