Fic: His Spanish Fix
Title: His Spanish Fix
Pairing: Roger Federer/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger has a bad habit
a/n: someone nominated Roger/Feli for PotM, and that intrigued me. Plus with all the naughty!roger talk, it got me thinking... PLUS YUM FELI lol. short.
Roger has a secret; a bad habit of sorts and his name is Feliciano Lopez. Somewhere along the way, perhaps at Wimbledon where he was too busy being great to notice, Roger got caught up in the whirlwind that is Feliciano. It doesn’t matter that their words are always fumbled, scrambled in any language because when Feliciano smiles, smirks really, Roger knows. He’s stealthy when he needs to be, sneaking out of his hotel room at two in the morning; leaving messages for Mirka saying he’s going out with the boys. No one questions him. After all, he’s Roger Federer.
There’s something about Feliciano that’s addictive. It’s not the kisses, although they come pretty damn close. His mouth should be illegal, the things that tongue is capable of… Roger didn’t know he could come with just having his nipples sucked, well practically tongue fucked, until he met Feliciano. But no, not the kisses, not the sex either, even though the man is wonderfully insatiable. Roger’s never gotten harder quicker than when he’s with Feliciano. Just having Feliciano’s breath against his skin will have aroused. Sex is never boring with Feliciano, that’s for sure. He’ll never forget the time he fucked Feliciano all the while wearing his dark perfectly cut Armani suit. Roger was due to meet some ritzy people at some ritzy affaire, when Feliciano stumbled out of bed to give him a kiss, all sleepy and unaware. Roger didn’t have time to undress, didn’t have time to wait for Feli to fully wake up. Instead he flipped them around, pinned Feliciano against the wall and fucked him as hard as he could. The tightness of Feliciano around his cock was worth Roger being late that day.
It’s the times Roger catches Feliciano unawares that sets him off, makes his body crave for the other man. Feliciano has a habit of overdoing himself a bit, always making sure every strand of hair is perfectly in place, that his skin is radiant and glowing. But it’s those moments in the morning, or on court after a hard fought match that makes Roger hot beyond belief. He’s not glamorous, not trying to be, just him sleepy or sweaty self and most likely a little bitchy too. He’s open, free of societal demands and pressures. It’s a moment where Roger sees a side of Feliciano no one else can and he is sexier than the word itself.
Pairing: Roger Federer/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger has a bad habit
a/n: someone nominated Roger/Feli for PotM, and that intrigued me. Plus with all the naughty!roger talk, it got me thinking... PLUS YUM FELI lol. short.
Roger has a secret; a bad habit of sorts and his name is Feliciano Lopez. Somewhere along the way, perhaps at Wimbledon where he was too busy being great to notice, Roger got caught up in the whirlwind that is Feliciano. It doesn’t matter that their words are always fumbled, scrambled in any language because when Feliciano smiles, smirks really, Roger knows. He’s stealthy when he needs to be, sneaking out of his hotel room at two in the morning; leaving messages for Mirka saying he’s going out with the boys. No one questions him. After all, he’s Roger Federer.
There’s something about Feliciano that’s addictive. It’s not the kisses, although they come pretty damn close. His mouth should be illegal, the things that tongue is capable of… Roger didn’t know he could come with just having his nipples sucked, well practically tongue fucked, until he met Feliciano. But no, not the kisses, not the sex either, even though the man is wonderfully insatiable. Roger’s never gotten harder quicker than when he’s with Feliciano. Just having Feliciano’s breath against his skin will have aroused. Sex is never boring with Feliciano, that’s for sure. He’ll never forget the time he fucked Feliciano all the while wearing his dark perfectly cut Armani suit. Roger was due to meet some ritzy people at some ritzy affaire, when Feliciano stumbled out of bed to give him a kiss, all sleepy and unaware. Roger didn’t have time to undress, didn’t have time to wait for Feli to fully wake up. Instead he flipped them around, pinned Feliciano against the wall and fucked him as hard as he could. The tightness of Feliciano around his cock was worth Roger being late that day.
It’s the times Roger catches Feliciano unawares that sets him off, makes his body crave for the other man. Feliciano has a habit of overdoing himself a bit, always making sure every strand of hair is perfectly in place, that his skin is radiant and glowing. But it’s those moments in the morning, or on court after a hard fought match that makes Roger hot beyond belief. He’s not glamorous, not trying to be, just him sleepy or sweaty self and most likely a little bitchy too. He’s open, free of societal demands and pressures. It’s a moment where Roger sees a side of Feliciano no one else can and he is sexier than the word itself.