Fic: Looking Glass
Title: Looking Glass
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Rafael Nadal/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Like on many occasions before, Rafa joins Feli and Nando for a night. Light bondage.
a/n: for somarem who wanted Feli/Nando/Rafa with the prompt 'ring'. i'm SO sorry that it took forever! i started this a while ago but i just couldn't seem to finish it. i struggled with this one :( i hope you still like it! *headdesk*
edits** i changed the ending a little...
The darkness of the room doesn't surprise him, but the set up does. The only source of light is provided by a tiny lamp resting on the nightstand. There are no candles, no scent of vanilla or lavander; only the smell of pure lust and arousal permeates the air. He steps in quietly, his feet finding their own way to the leather lounger as his eyes stay trained on the bare bodies tangled together on the bed. He remains silent as he takes a seat, swallowing when his entrance disrupts the other occupants of the room.
Feliciano pulls back and throws a look over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing when he sees Rafael seated on the lounger, his body taut with tension. He smirks before turning his attention back to Fernando, who is trembling with need. But he doesn't beg, doesn't do anything but willing recieve whatever Feliciano wants give him. He knows Rafael has joined them but he doesn't get up to look. He will know for sure soon enough.
With the intended guest finally settles in, Feliciano takes a swipe at Fernando's collarbone with his tongue, licking around the gold chain, as he reaches behind him and grabs the silk scarves he had placed earlier. Carefully, and lovingly, Feliciano takes a hold of Fernando's wrists. He traces the warm skin with his fingers, drawing swirly patterns before wrapping the black silk around them. When each wrist has it's own cloth securely tied to it, Feliciano leans above Fernando and lifts the scarves to attach them to the brass rings carved into the headboard. Feliciano pulls back and grins at his work, loving the way Fernando look up at him with trust. The black cloth highlights the tanned skin perfectly, and when Fernando tugs experimentally, blood rushes to his wrists, darkening the skin further.
The tube of lubricant that had been tossed onto the bed earlier is picked up by Feliciano. He wastes no time to slick up his fingers before discarding the tube and presses gentle fingers against Fernando's knee. When Fernando spreads his legs, Feliciano settles between them and offers a warm smile before placing his index finger on Fernando's entrance. He rubs at the skin soothingly, not wanting to cause any kind of discomfort even though they have done this and much more countless times before. When his finger does finally breach, Fernando closes his eyes and breathes deep. There is always the inital pain that slightly burns but when Fernando opens his eyes and sees Feliciano smiling down on him, he nods and lets him continue. Two fingers slip into him and his back arches, his body desperatly seeking more. But Fernando knows; Feliciano is in control tonight and he'll only get what he wants to give him.
Rafael watches intently, his fingers dig into the sides of the lounger. His friends have this connection that he cannot fully comprehend. He has always known that they share something more than friendship, something deep and unconditional. Rafael would use the word love, but it's more than that too. He wishes that someday he'll be able to find at least half of the bond Feliciano and Fernando share. The sharp intake of breath catches his attention. Fernando has his eyes closed, his head pressed into the pillow and Rafael can feel himself harden. The room suddenly feels a few degrees warmer. He whips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, his eyes still focused on the men in front of him. He sees the muscles in Feliciano's back ripple as he begins to fuck Fernando with his fingers. Rafael brings his hand and begins to touch himself. It's only once in a while, far too rare in his eyes, that he gets to witness this, gets to be apart of them. His cock throbs, begging for more attention but for some reason he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself properly. Feliciano always sets up the rules and they are never to be broken. Because he arrived late, Rafael has no idea what is in store for tonight. So, his hand remains on the outside of his shorts but squeezing occassionally. Every whimper and soft moan emitted by Fernando turns him on further, feeding his desire.
The sound of the bed creaking sounds loudly in the rather silent room as Feliciano removes himself from Fernando and the mattress, and stalks towards the man seated on the lounger. Rafa swallows and stops his hand instantly. Feliciano steps up to him and stares intently, his face a blank slate. He cocks his head to the side and after a moment he smirks.
"He's all yours, Rafa."
"M-mine?" Rafa stutters, not sure what Feliciano is getting at. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. You want Nando, no?"
He lets his eyes wander to the subject of their conversation. Fernando is trying to lift himself as high up as possible despite being restrained, frustation evident on his face as he watches the interaction when he rather have them do something else, perferably to him. His cock lays hard against his toned stomach and Rafa swallows as he looks back to Feliciano. He has never had the option to be with either one of them alone. Afterall, it is called ménage à trois for a reason. Moveover, there has always been that feeling of intrusion whenever Rafa joins them for a promise night together but he has always just shakes it off, leaving to deal with it some other time.
"Yeah."
"Then go have him."
Abruptly, Rafa is pulled up and just as quickly, Feliciano has his shorts undone and pushes them to pool around his feet. A shove sets him in the right direction but it doesn't stop him from having doubts and casting a look back at Feliciano. When he reaches Fernando, however and sees the ever present lust in his eyes and arousal, Rafa lets everything fall away and focuses on here and now.
As Rafa climbs onto the bed cautiously, Feliciano takes his spot on the lounger, ready to watch anything and everything that would soon transpire. This is something new, something not precedented amongst the three of them, but Feliciano knows that the result will be more than satisfying. So for the moment, he's more than comfortable to hand over the reins, sit back and watch the show.
Fernando doesn't say a word as Rafa joins him, just grins when he sees how badly the other man wants this, wants him. He lifts up his head, cocking it to one side when Rafa reaches for the lube and pours it directly onto his hard length. As he spreads his legs a little wider, he looks past to Feliciano and gives him a ghost of a smile before returning his attention to the man before him.
Breathing in, Rafa takes ahold of Fernando's left ankle and stretches his leg back as far as he can. He looks down at Fernando, looking for some kind of affirmation and recieves it with a cheeky smile.
"Fuck me."
The bold words startle Rafa for a moment but not for long when he sees Fernando settle back against the pillow, awaiting inevitable pleasures. He lines himself against Fernando's body and pushes in with confidence (which wavers slightly when heat surrounds his cock). Letting go of the leg to balance himself better, Rafa leans forward, placing his hands on Fernando's chest while his cock starts an easy rhythm. He brings his lips to Fernando's skin, licking and nipping at the spot slightly under his jaw before trailing down his neck and finally to his collarbone. The musky, spicy scent and taste was intoxicating and any doubts that Rafa may had had before were clearly of no concern any longer. His thrusts pick up momentum, his cock pulsing in and out as Fernando squeezes around him causes a moan to escape from his lips, only to be muffled by slick skin. He can feel eyes on hin, burning into him and it turns him on further. Confidence flooding him, Rafa slides his lips down and latches onto Fernando's nipple, laving the bud with his tongue.
"Rafa," Fernando breathes, his voice raspy and heavy. Forgetting his position, he goes to sink his fingers into Rafa's long locks, when his wrists are met with resistance and he lets out a moan, of pleasure and frustation. "Kiss me. Just... Fuck!" He wants it all, to feel as much as he can. The moment Rafa complies, his cock driving into him now, hitting his spot constantly, his eyes fall shut, every nerve in his body on fire.
He can feel his orgasm building, can feel Fernando's too as he press down and traps his cock between their bodies. His lips attack Fernando's neck once again. With his teeth he tugs at the gold chain, tasting Nando and slight tang of the mental. He tugs and tugs as he thrusts and thrusts, reveling at the sight of Fernando tossing his head from side to side. With one last hard push, Rafa's body seizes up as he comes, his finger now gripping Fernando's biceps tightly. Seconds later, Rafa slumps forward, his body now completely on top of Fernando's, his mouth his wrapped around the gold necklace. When he starts to pull away, Fernando's body tries to follow, and when he comes to an abrupt halt, his chain pitches forward onto his chest. A gold disk settles between sculpted pectorals.
The sudden sight of the ring throws Rafa off and he doesn't know what to do, or how to react. It's not like he hasn't seen it before; in fact, he was the first one Feliciano showed it to, looking for approval before giving it to Fernando. It's just that now, right after fucking Fernando, after putting away his doubts about sharing these moments with his friends, Rafa can't help but feel dirty, feel like a mistress.
Still watching ever so intently, Feliciano keeps his hand on his cock as he whips his eyes from Fernando to Rafa's shocked face. He follows his gaze and smiles when he sees the gleaming ring hanging proudly from Fernando's neck. Rafa may only be here to fuck, but he is first and foremost their friend. Feliciano gracefully leaves the lounger to remind him of the fact.
Upon reaching the bed, Feliciano carefully seats himself next to Rafa on the outsides of Fernando's still spread legs. No words are exchanged as Feliciano takes Rafa's hand and proceeds to lick his palm, their eyes locked on each other. Slowly his pulls his mouth away and brings Rafa's hand to wrap around his cock. Feliciano lifts his own hand to Rafa's mouth and smiles as he encourages Rafa to do the same. The younger man breaks the eye contact as he proceeds to do so, colour marring his cheeks. Reluctantly after a moment, Feliciano moves his hand to take Fernando's length within his grasp. With a nod, Feliciano begins to move his hand, and Rafa has no choice but to follow, hypnotized by Feliciano. Like before, everything else just simply falls away.
Their movements become synchronized; up, twirl around the head, down the shaft, and repeat. Rafa doesn't dare to look away from Feliciano's gaze. Feliciano's free hand settles on his hip, lithe fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin before sliding their way to Rafa's newly hardened cock. His breathing quickens and it becomes a little hard to follow Feliciano's pace.
With his lover's cock in one hand and his dear friend's in the other, coupled with the feeling of complete trust and love from the two, Feliciano feels his orgasm approaching and pitches forward to attack Rafa's lips. The kiss is brutal, bruises will be left behind as teeth click together but neither of them care as their orgasms finally rip through them. There's a shout from Fernando and in seconds, he's coming too, overwhelmed not only by the stimulation but by the display too. Heavy pants and moans fill the already musty air.
Feliciano smiles as he pulls away from his friend's lips. He brings both hands up to his mouth and proceeds to lick Fernando's seed first before offering it to Rafa, his smile now cheeky. Rafa hesitates as he leans his head forward and pokes out tongue in wonder. Salty musk fills his senses as he licks some more from Feliciano's hand before he pulls away. Feliciano lets out a low laugh as he shrugs as licks his other hand, Rafa's come. It seems to be a game, Follow The Leader, as Rafa does just that. He brings his hand with Feliciano's semen to his lips and just like before he lets the tastes take over.
Propped up on his elbows, Fernando watches as the two share tastes with each other and feels himself hardening all over again. Suddenly, as though Feliciano could read his mind, the restraints around his hands are undone and he's wrapped in a warm embrace. He reaches around for Rafa and pulls him in too, seeking as much comfort as he can.
As the three settle against each other, Feliciano ruffles his fingers through Rafa's hair, hoping that the young one understands everything he could not and will not say with words.
Pairing: Feliciano Lopez/Rafael Nadal/Fernando Verdasco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Like on many occasions before, Rafa joins Feli and Nando for a night. Light bondage.
a/n: for somarem who wanted Feli/Nando/Rafa with the prompt 'ring'. i'm SO sorry that it took forever! i started this a while ago but i just couldn't seem to finish it. i struggled with this one :( i hope you still like it! *headdesk*
edits** i changed the ending a little...
The darkness of the room doesn't surprise him, but the set up does. The only source of light is provided by a tiny lamp resting on the nightstand. There are no candles, no scent of vanilla or lavander; only the smell of pure lust and arousal permeates the air. He steps in quietly, his feet finding their own way to the leather lounger as his eyes stay trained on the bare bodies tangled together on the bed. He remains silent as he takes a seat, swallowing when his entrance disrupts the other occupants of the room.
Feliciano pulls back and throws a look over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing when he sees Rafael seated on the lounger, his body taut with tension. He smirks before turning his attention back to Fernando, who is trembling with need. But he doesn't beg, doesn't do anything but willing recieve whatever Feliciano wants give him. He knows Rafael has joined them but he doesn't get up to look. He will know for sure soon enough.
With the intended guest finally settles in, Feliciano takes a swipe at Fernando's collarbone with his tongue, licking around the gold chain, as he reaches behind him and grabs the silk scarves he had placed earlier. Carefully, and lovingly, Feliciano takes a hold of Fernando's wrists. He traces the warm skin with his fingers, drawing swirly patterns before wrapping the black silk around them. When each wrist has it's own cloth securely tied to it, Feliciano leans above Fernando and lifts the scarves to attach them to the brass rings carved into the headboard. Feliciano pulls back and grins at his work, loving the way Fernando look up at him with trust. The black cloth highlights the tanned skin perfectly, and when Fernando tugs experimentally, blood rushes to his wrists, darkening the skin further.
The tube of lubricant that had been tossed onto the bed earlier is picked up by Feliciano. He wastes no time to slick up his fingers before discarding the tube and presses gentle fingers against Fernando's knee. When Fernando spreads his legs, Feliciano settles between them and offers a warm smile before placing his index finger on Fernando's entrance. He rubs at the skin soothingly, not wanting to cause any kind of discomfort even though they have done this and much more countless times before. When his finger does finally breach, Fernando closes his eyes and breathes deep. There is always the inital pain that slightly burns but when Fernando opens his eyes and sees Feliciano smiling down on him, he nods and lets him continue. Two fingers slip into him and his back arches, his body desperatly seeking more. But Fernando knows; Feliciano is in control tonight and he'll only get what he wants to give him.
Rafael watches intently, his fingers dig into the sides of the lounger. His friends have this connection that he cannot fully comprehend. He has always known that they share something more than friendship, something deep and unconditional. Rafael would use the word love, but it's more than that too. He wishes that someday he'll be able to find at least half of the bond Feliciano and Fernando share. The sharp intake of breath catches his attention. Fernando has his eyes closed, his head pressed into the pillow and Rafael can feel himself harden. The room suddenly feels a few degrees warmer. He whips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, his eyes still focused on the men in front of him. He sees the muscles in Feliciano's back ripple as he begins to fuck Fernando with his fingers. Rafael brings his hand and begins to touch himself. It's only once in a while, far too rare in his eyes, that he gets to witness this, gets to be apart of them. His cock throbs, begging for more attention but for some reason he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself properly. Feliciano always sets up the rules and they are never to be broken. Because he arrived late, Rafael has no idea what is in store for tonight. So, his hand remains on the outside of his shorts but squeezing occassionally. Every whimper and soft moan emitted by Fernando turns him on further, feeding his desire.
The sound of the bed creaking sounds loudly in the rather silent room as Feliciano removes himself from Fernando and the mattress, and stalks towards the man seated on the lounger. Rafa swallows and stops his hand instantly. Feliciano steps up to him and stares intently, his face a blank slate. He cocks his head to the side and after a moment he smirks.
"He's all yours, Rafa."
"M-mine?" Rafa stutters, not sure what Feliciano is getting at. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. You want Nando, no?"
He lets his eyes wander to the subject of their conversation. Fernando is trying to lift himself as high up as possible despite being restrained, frustation evident on his face as he watches the interaction when he rather have them do something else, perferably to him. His cock lays hard against his toned stomach and Rafa swallows as he looks back to Feliciano. He has never had the option to be with either one of them alone. Afterall, it is called ménage à trois for a reason. Moveover, there has always been that feeling of intrusion whenever Rafa joins them for a promise night together but he has always just shakes it off, leaving to deal with it some other time.
"Yeah."
"Then go have him."
Abruptly, Rafa is pulled up and just as quickly, Feliciano has his shorts undone and pushes them to pool around his feet. A shove sets him in the right direction but it doesn't stop him from having doubts and casting a look back at Feliciano. When he reaches Fernando, however and sees the ever present lust in his eyes and arousal, Rafa lets everything fall away and focuses on here and now.
As Rafa climbs onto the bed cautiously, Feliciano takes his spot on the lounger, ready to watch anything and everything that would soon transpire. This is something new, something not precedented amongst the three of them, but Feliciano knows that the result will be more than satisfying. So for the moment, he's more than comfortable to hand over the reins, sit back and watch the show.
Fernando doesn't say a word as Rafa joins him, just grins when he sees how badly the other man wants this, wants him. He lifts up his head, cocking it to one side when Rafa reaches for the lube and pours it directly onto his hard length. As he spreads his legs a little wider, he looks past to Feliciano and gives him a ghost of a smile before returning his attention to the man before him.
Breathing in, Rafa takes ahold of Fernando's left ankle and stretches his leg back as far as he can. He looks down at Fernando, looking for some kind of affirmation and recieves it with a cheeky smile.
"Fuck me."
The bold words startle Rafa for a moment but not for long when he sees Fernando settle back against the pillow, awaiting inevitable pleasures. He lines himself against Fernando's body and pushes in with confidence (which wavers slightly when heat surrounds his cock). Letting go of the leg to balance himself better, Rafa leans forward, placing his hands on Fernando's chest while his cock starts an easy rhythm. He brings his lips to Fernando's skin, licking and nipping at the spot slightly under his jaw before trailing down his neck and finally to his collarbone. The musky, spicy scent and taste was intoxicating and any doubts that Rafa may had had before were clearly of no concern any longer. His thrusts pick up momentum, his cock pulsing in and out as Fernando squeezes around him causes a moan to escape from his lips, only to be muffled by slick skin. He can feel eyes on hin, burning into him and it turns him on further. Confidence flooding him, Rafa slides his lips down and latches onto Fernando's nipple, laving the bud with his tongue.
"Rafa," Fernando breathes, his voice raspy and heavy. Forgetting his position, he goes to sink his fingers into Rafa's long locks, when his wrists are met with resistance and he lets out a moan, of pleasure and frustation. "Kiss me. Just... Fuck!" He wants it all, to feel as much as he can. The moment Rafa complies, his cock driving into him now, hitting his spot constantly, his eyes fall shut, every nerve in his body on fire.
He can feel his orgasm building, can feel Fernando's too as he press down and traps his cock between their bodies. His lips attack Fernando's neck once again. With his teeth he tugs at the gold chain, tasting Nando and slight tang of the mental. He tugs and tugs as he thrusts and thrusts, reveling at the sight of Fernando tossing his head from side to side. With one last hard push, Rafa's body seizes up as he comes, his finger now gripping Fernando's biceps tightly. Seconds later, Rafa slumps forward, his body now completely on top of Fernando's, his mouth his wrapped around the gold necklace. When he starts to pull away, Fernando's body tries to follow, and when he comes to an abrupt halt, his chain pitches forward onto his chest. A gold disk settles between sculpted pectorals.
The sudden sight of the ring throws Rafa off and he doesn't know what to do, or how to react. It's not like he hasn't seen it before; in fact, he was the first one Feliciano showed it to, looking for approval before giving it to Fernando. It's just that now, right after fucking Fernando, after putting away his doubts about sharing these moments with his friends, Rafa can't help but feel dirty, feel like a mistress.
Still watching ever so intently, Feliciano keeps his hand on his cock as he whips his eyes from Fernando to Rafa's shocked face. He follows his gaze and smiles when he sees the gleaming ring hanging proudly from Fernando's neck. Rafa may only be here to fuck, but he is first and foremost their friend. Feliciano gracefully leaves the lounger to remind him of the fact.
Upon reaching the bed, Feliciano carefully seats himself next to Rafa on the outsides of Fernando's still spread legs. No words are exchanged as Feliciano takes Rafa's hand and proceeds to lick his palm, their eyes locked on each other. Slowly his pulls his mouth away and brings Rafa's hand to wrap around his cock. Feliciano lifts his own hand to Rafa's mouth and smiles as he encourages Rafa to do the same. The younger man breaks the eye contact as he proceeds to do so, colour marring his cheeks. Reluctantly after a moment, Feliciano moves his hand to take Fernando's length within his grasp. With a nod, Feliciano begins to move his hand, and Rafa has no choice but to follow, hypnotized by Feliciano. Like before, everything else just simply falls away.
Their movements become synchronized; up, twirl around the head, down the shaft, and repeat. Rafa doesn't dare to look away from Feliciano's gaze. Feliciano's free hand settles on his hip, lithe fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin before sliding their way to Rafa's newly hardened cock. His breathing quickens and it becomes a little hard to follow Feliciano's pace.
With his lover's cock in one hand and his dear friend's in the other, coupled with the feeling of complete trust and love from the two, Feliciano feels his orgasm approaching and pitches forward to attack Rafa's lips. The kiss is brutal, bruises will be left behind as teeth click together but neither of them care as their orgasms finally rip through them. There's a shout from Fernando and in seconds, he's coming too, overwhelmed not only by the stimulation but by the display too. Heavy pants and moans fill the already musty air.
Feliciano smiles as he pulls away from his friend's lips. He brings both hands up to his mouth and proceeds to lick Fernando's seed first before offering it to Rafa, his smile now cheeky. Rafa hesitates as he leans his head forward and pokes out tongue in wonder. Salty musk fills his senses as he licks some more from Feliciano's hand before he pulls away. Feliciano lets out a low laugh as he shrugs as licks his other hand, Rafa's come. It seems to be a game, Follow The Leader, as Rafa does just that. He brings his hand with Feliciano's semen to his lips and just like before he lets the tastes take over.
Propped up on his elbows, Fernando watches as the two share tastes with each other and feels himself hardening all over again. Suddenly, as though Feliciano could read his mind, the restraints around his hands are undone and he's wrapped in a warm embrace. He reaches around for Rafa and pulls him in too, seeking as much comfort as he can.
As the three settle against each other, Feliciano ruffles his fingers through Rafa's hair, hoping that the young one understands everything he could not and will not say with words.