Fic: I Am Not My Hair
Title: I Am Not My Hair
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez; Rafael Nadal, David Ferrer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
I’ve been curious about Nando’s hair for a while now. The bunnies hopped in. Just a little bit of silliness with my canon OTP :)
“This is so ridiculous. You guys are so fucking stupid,” Feliciano says angrily. When he sees Fernando’s solemn expression though, he calms a little. “You don’t have to do this, Nando. You really don’t.”
Nando shakes his head, putting on a brave smile. “But I do, Feli. I’m not going to back down now. It’ll be over quick.” He leans in for a kiss which Feliciano complies to readily. He curls his fingers around Feliciano’s neck and brings their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s familiarity. There’s a touch to Fernando’s shoulder and unfortunately, its time to part. With a kiss to Feliciano’s temple, Fernando turns to David and offers a weak smile as he follows his lead. Feliciano trails behind them, not wanting to miss out no matter how absurd this all is. He leans in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the other two proceed inside. Feliciano tenses when arms fold around his waist, but the familiar smell of Rafa surrounds him. He relaxes and leans back against the solid chest, his eyes weary but remain on the men in front of him.
David says something to Fernando, but it’s too low for anyone else to hear. He smiles as he gently pushes Fernando down to his knees. Feliciano’s stomach lurches as he realizes that they are actually going to go though with it.
“Nando, don’t do it, please. You don’t have to,” Feliciano pleads as he begins to step forward, only to be held back by Rafa.
“Stop it, Feli. He lost fair and square. He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.” Rafa keeps his voice low but everyone hears him. Fernando looks up to Feliciano, his stomach plummeting at his lover’s expression. He closes his eyes and turns back to David.
“I’m ready.”
David slides his fingers over his jaw and taps his cheek lightly. Silence falls around them, only Feliciano’s harsh breathing is audible in the room. David takes a few steps, reaches into his bag and pulls out black case. He walks back to Fernando and opens the case, the zipper sounding loud and foreign. Soon enough, David holds the object in his palm, heavy and full of potential. The flick of the switch gives way to the familiar buzz and hum of the technology as the vibration is heard throughout the room.
Feliciano feels Rafa’s hands tight around his waist as he tries to break his grasp. David brings the razor down to the left side of Fernando’s hair and wastes no time as he begins to desecrate Fernando’s beauty.
“No!”
David lifts his hand and turns to face the source of the objection, clearly amused. He lets out a low chuckle. “Who knew Feli could be so melodramatic. You would think I was defacing the Spanish flag or something.”
Fernando sneaks out his hand and pinches David’s leg hard, happy when he hears a pained “ow!” above him.
“Just get to it, Ferru.” And he does just that.
Little by little, Fernando’s beautiful dark hair begins to fall around him, surrounding him like black snowflakes.
On the other side of the room, Rafa does his best not to laugh as Feliciano slumps further against him, muttering something about the insanity of it all. Slowly, his Fernando begins to transform in front of his eyes and Feliciano doesn’t know if he can handle it.
It feels like ages but finally, David turns off the razor and moves aside, allowing Fernando to stand up and assess himself in the mirror. With a tentative hand, Fernando touches his scalp, unsure. He turns around and shrugs.
“So what do you think?”
Rafa’s the first to answer as he comes out from behind Feliciano and starts to fiddle with the freshly shaven Mohawk. “I like it, Fer! It suits you!”
Fernando laughs and presses his lips to his temple. “Thanks, Rafa.”
“Yeah, it’s not much different than what you had before,” David says with a grin as he assesses his handiwork. Only one person hasn’t spoken up and his opinion is the one Fernando cares about the most. He lifts his gaze to Feliciano who just stares at him. Luckily, Rafa and David get the hint and quickly exit the room.
Feliciano slowly walks towards him and reaches out to touch when he’s close enough. The hairs under his fingertips prickle his skin, so short, so different. His fingers edge in closer and carefully plunge into the Mohawk. He just touches, just feels, not saying a word and it freaks Fernando out a little.
“Feli?”
Feliciano shakes his head and he brings their mouths together, where he proceeds to lick every contour of Fernando’s mouth. He holds on to the stripe of hair as he brings one leg to wrap around Fernando’s waist. Fernando grabs his thigh tightly, pressing their bodies close together. Their clothes feel hot and itchy against their skin but they remember that they are not alone and hesitantly pull away.
Catching his breath, Fernando can’t help but ask. “So?”
Feliciano laughs, a blush staining his cheeks. “I like it.”
Fernando laughs too, as he pushes him towards the door. “Then why did you act like such a baby about it? I honestly thought you were going to cry.”
That earns him a smack to his arm. “Hey! I happen to like your hair a lot, ok? And David’s such a fucker. I thought it was going to shave the whole thing off!” Feliciano knows he’s whining but he doesn’t care when Fernando takes a hold of his wrist, pulls him in close and kisses him soundly.
“You’re too cute, Feli.”
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez; Rafael Nadal, David Ferrer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
I’ve been curious about Nando’s hair for a while now. The bunnies hopped in. Just a little bit of silliness with my canon OTP :)
“This is so ridiculous. You guys are so fucking stupid,” Feliciano says angrily. When he sees Fernando’s solemn expression though, he calms a little. “You don’t have to do this, Nando. You really don’t.”
Nando shakes his head, putting on a brave smile. “But I do, Feli. I’m not going to back down now. It’ll be over quick.” He leans in for a kiss which Feliciano complies to readily. He curls his fingers around Feliciano’s neck and brings their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s familiarity. There’s a touch to Fernando’s shoulder and unfortunately, its time to part. With a kiss to Feliciano’s temple, Fernando turns to David and offers a weak smile as he follows his lead. Feliciano trails behind them, not wanting to miss out no matter how absurd this all is. He leans in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the other two proceed inside. Feliciano tenses when arms fold around his waist, but the familiar smell of Rafa surrounds him. He relaxes and leans back against the solid chest, his eyes weary but remain on the men in front of him.
David says something to Fernando, but it’s too low for anyone else to hear. He smiles as he gently pushes Fernando down to his knees. Feliciano’s stomach lurches as he realizes that they are actually going to go though with it.
“Nando, don’t do it, please. You don’t have to,” Feliciano pleads as he begins to step forward, only to be held back by Rafa.
“Stop it, Feli. He lost fair and square. He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.” Rafa keeps his voice low but everyone hears him. Fernando looks up to Feliciano, his stomach plummeting at his lover’s expression. He closes his eyes and turns back to David.
“I’m ready.”
David slides his fingers over his jaw and taps his cheek lightly. Silence falls around them, only Feliciano’s harsh breathing is audible in the room. David takes a few steps, reaches into his bag and pulls out black case. He walks back to Fernando and opens the case, the zipper sounding loud and foreign. Soon enough, David holds the object in his palm, heavy and full of potential. The flick of the switch gives way to the familiar buzz and hum of the technology as the vibration is heard throughout the room.
Feliciano feels Rafa’s hands tight around his waist as he tries to break his grasp. David brings the razor down to the left side of Fernando’s hair and wastes no time as he begins to desecrate Fernando’s beauty.
“No!”
David lifts his hand and turns to face the source of the objection, clearly amused. He lets out a low chuckle. “Who knew Feli could be so melodramatic. You would think I was defacing the Spanish flag or something.”
Fernando sneaks out his hand and pinches David’s leg hard, happy when he hears a pained “ow!” above him.
“Just get to it, Ferru.” And he does just that.
Little by little, Fernando’s beautiful dark hair begins to fall around him, surrounding him like black snowflakes.
On the other side of the room, Rafa does his best not to laugh as Feliciano slumps further against him, muttering something about the insanity of it all. Slowly, his Fernando begins to transform in front of his eyes and Feliciano doesn’t know if he can handle it.
It feels like ages but finally, David turns off the razor and moves aside, allowing Fernando to stand up and assess himself in the mirror. With a tentative hand, Fernando touches his scalp, unsure. He turns around and shrugs.
“So what do you think?”
Rafa’s the first to answer as he comes out from behind Feliciano and starts to fiddle with the freshly shaven Mohawk. “I like it, Fer! It suits you!”
Fernando laughs and presses his lips to his temple. “Thanks, Rafa.”
“Yeah, it’s not much different than what you had before,” David says with a grin as he assesses his handiwork. Only one person hasn’t spoken up and his opinion is the one Fernando cares about the most. He lifts his gaze to Feliciano who just stares at him. Luckily, Rafa and David get the hint and quickly exit the room.
Feliciano slowly walks towards him and reaches out to touch when he’s close enough. The hairs under his fingertips prickle his skin, so short, so different. His fingers edge in closer and carefully plunge into the Mohawk. He just touches, just feels, not saying a word and it freaks Fernando out a little.
“Feli?”
Feliciano shakes his head and he brings their mouths together, where he proceeds to lick every contour of Fernando’s mouth. He holds on to the stripe of hair as he brings one leg to wrap around Fernando’s waist. Fernando grabs his thigh tightly, pressing their bodies close together. Their clothes feel hot and itchy against their skin but they remember that they are not alone and hesitantly pull away.
Catching his breath, Fernando can’t help but ask. “So?”
Feliciano laughs, a blush staining his cheeks. “I like it.”
Fernando laughs too, as he pushes him towards the door. “Then why did you act like such a baby about it? I honestly thought you were going to cry.”
That earns him a smack to his arm. “Hey! I happen to like your hair a lot, ok? And David’s such a fucker. I thought it was going to shave the whole thing off!” Feliciano knows he’s whining but he doesn’t care when Fernando takes a hold of his wrist, pulls him in close and kisses him soundly.
“You’re too cute, Feli.”