fic: the way gravity pulls on you and me
title: the way gravity pulls on you and me
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
this takes place directly after crackberries are the sweetest. for lynsey and sam ♥ (this probably takes more twists and turns than it really needs to, it has everything from sex to drama to fluff. an 'all in one' fic! lol) the messenger they use is BBM on Blackberry
A drive that should have taken twenty minutes took Fernando ten. He knew he broke about seven different traffic rules but as long as he didn’t see any police patrolling about, he didn’t really care. Only Feliciano could do this to him, make him forget everything except his taut body, his unforgiving lips, his gripping touch...
As he pulled up to the house, Fernando saw that Feliciano was waiting outside for him like he asked. The older man pushed off the wall of the side of his parents’ house as he causally strolled toward the car. A cigarette dangled between his fingers and Feliciano brought it to his lips one last time before tossing it to the side (Fernando would berate him later for that). He opened the door and slid inside coolly, taking a seat on the warm leather. Feliciano turned and smiled sweetly, innocently.
“Hi.” The word was clearly spoken, hanging alone in the air as Feliciano turned back to face the front with his hands securely clasped in front of him.
Blinking, Fernando tried to assess what the hell the other man was playing at. ‘Hi?’ Fernando questioned with exasperation, his brow raised. The car remained stationary as Fernando reached over and tugged on Feliciano’s hand. “After fucking teasing me, all you have to say is ‘Hi”?” When the older man faced him, Fernando crashed their lips together, fiercely kissing Feliciano the way he’s been craving since he left to his family’s. Fingers latched on biceps, pulling both men in close to each other. Lips moulded together, tongues seeking (as though they hadn’t seen each other in weeks, not hours). When they finally pull apart, Feliciano smirked.
“Better?”
Fernando nodded. He put one hand on the wheel while the other caressed Feliciano’s cheek in soothing circles before slapping it lightly. “What did I tell you about smoking?”
“Lo siento, Papi”
It was simple, a tease but not in the way Feliciano intended. The sentence, the word, the implication, the tone sent a fire through Fernando’s body. His eyes narrowed and he gripped Feliciano’s jaw.
“I need to get you home and fuck you.”
Feliciano raised his hand and covered Fernando’s. He then placed a soft kiss to his palm, his tongue plying a little lick. “Then do it.”
Fernando dropped his hand to the stick shift and put the car in drive. Though he did his best to keep his attention on the road, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at his passenger every now and then. At every red light (though luckily there weren’t many), he would turn to Feliciano and just look. The older man however was either completely oblivious or letting his lover indulge in him. He had turned the volume up on the stereo and began singing along to the music (he made Fernando keep a mix of his favourite songs in his car. Fernando had no choice in the matter, not that he really cared). Feliciano had closed his eyes and didn’t worry about anything. He knew Fernando would get them home and safely.
Minutes later the engine was turned off and Feliciano opened his eyes, the sight of his and Fernando’s home in front of eyes (though to his parents, Fernando’s and the rest of the world, this was solely Fernando’s.) Feliciano remained silent as he opened the door and slid out of the car. He knew his behaviour was puzzling Fernando. He was usually loud and boisterous and demanding but he felt like Fernando should be in control, wanted Fernando to be in control. Casually, he strolled towards the entrance of the house where Fernando already was. As soon as he entered inside, he was pinned up to the closing door.
“Fuck Feli,” Fernando hissed into Feliciano’s ear has held him down, his eyes piercing. His mouth attached to his earlobe and sucked it hard, only letting it go when it was red. “Why did we even leave today?”
Feliciano chuckles briefly before moaning when Fernando slid his lips down his neck. His fingers sunk into Fernando’s long thick hair as he felt the buckle on his jeans being undone. Fernando licked and bit at his chest while his skilful fingers took care of the clothing. He pulled back once he had the belt undone and jeans unzipped and down Feliciano’s thighs. Quickly pulling off his own sweater, Fernando dropped down to his knees and looked up into Feliciano’s eyes before taking his cock into his mouth. The back of Feliciano’s head connected with the door but he didn’t care. He looked down, his eyes narrowing on Fernando’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His lips were tight and shiny and Feliciano wanted nothing more than to fuck them, leave bruises on them if he had to. His hand went to rest on Fernando’s shoulders before slipping one into his hair. Feliciano weaved his fingers through the thick locks as Fernando began to move. Moist heat covered Feliciano’s cock and his eyes flickered. He tugged at the hair curled around his fingers, not intentionally but Fernando’s mouth was too good, too intoxicating. Inch by slow inch, Fernando swallowed his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time. He smirked around the flesh when Feliciano let out a groan.
“Nando” It was barely a breath, a gasp really as Fernando took him in deep, his tongue flicking at the base. The hand on Fernando’s shoulder joined the one in his hair and he held his lover’s head in place as he slowly thrust in cock inside. Fernando brought his hands to grip the back of Feliciano’s thighs. He slipped the fingers of one hand between Feliciano’s cheeks and rubbed the pad of his index finger against his entrance. Feliciano slammed his hips hard, pinning Fernando’s mouth to the base of his cock as he came.
Fernando pushed away, his lungs begging for air. He had swallowed but the force that Feliciano had come with made it difficult to breathe. But then he was being hauled onto his feet and his lips were crushed against Feliciano’s. Fernando felt like he was drowning but wanted more, always wanted more.
“Upstairs, Feli. Now.” He was desperate and his tone held no room for argument. Feliciano tugged his pants back up, took Fernando’s hand into his and all but ran up the stairs, dragging his lover behind him. Once inside their room, Feliciano let go of Fernando’s hand to quickly discard his clothes, throwing them in any and every direction possible. Fernando was a little more diplomatic. He walked around the bed, pulling out his phone and placed it on the nightstand. Then he toed off his shoes in the corner of their room before sliding out of his pants and letting them pool on the ground. By the time he returned his attention to the bed, Feliciano was already fisting his cock with one hand while prepping himself with the other.
Already impossibly hard, Fernando had to calm himself down at the sight of Feliciano being fucking Feliciano. He was smirking on the bed, his face asking ‘why the fuck aren’t you fucking me yet?’ and really there was no answer to that anyway. So Fernando practically jumped on top of Feliciano and fucked his mouth with his tongue as he groped for the lube he knew was around somewhere. But Feliciano beat him to it again as he withdrew his fingers and wrapped them around Fernando’s cock. He wrapped his legs around Fernando’s waist, the smirk still on his lips.
“I’ve been wanting this present for hours now.”
Fernando groaned as he sunk into Feliciano’s heat, his words heightening his lust. He didn’t wait. Fernando just began thrusting, slow and hard.
“Fuck. This was... Exactly. What. I. Wanted.”
Leaning down, Fernando cut off any other words Feliciano may have had with his lips, his kiss deep and desperate. He didn’t have this last year, didn’t have Feliciano (mind, body, soul) at Christmas last year. Sure they spoke over the phone more than was necessary but it wasn’t the same as having him near to touch, to kiss, to fuck. He loved his family too, but it wasn’t the same as this.
Fernando wrapped a hand around Feliciano’s cock and began to stroke him when he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He worked his fingers swiftly, knowing exactly where and how to touch his lover. When Feliciano tensed around him, Fernando thrust in hard, unforgiving until they both reached their climax.
Fernando slumped down and Feliciano immediately uncurled his legs from his waist. Wrapping his arm around his shoulders, Feliciano slipped his fingers into Fernando’s slightly sweaty hair as he kissed him sweetly. This was exactly what he needed, what they both needed.
After moment of clarity, Fernando placed a kiss to his lover’s chest before carefully getting of the bed. He entered the bathroom, cleaned himself up and retrieved a washcloth before heading back. The sight of a blissful Feliciano greeted him and Fernando couldn’t help but laugh though his lust was still stirring.
“You are so sexy, too sexy.”
Feliciano just laughed, lifting a hand and slowly motioning him over. His eyes were drooping. “Best present.”
Fernando laughed again as he padded over. As soon as he and Feliciano got under the covers, his phone buzzed from the bedside table. He rolled to the side, curious to see who it could be. When he sees Sara’s name pop up on his instant messenger, he sighed.
~*Sara*~: I told Mami and Papi you’re not coming back tonight.
~*Sara*~: You AND Feli owe me.
Fernando smiled, a chuckle escaping him. He nudged Feliciano in the arm and showed him the message too.
“She likes diamonds, right?” Feliciano questioned with a sleepy smile on his lips. “Every girl likes diamonds. Get her a bracelet or something.”
Placing his phone on the table, Fernando settled in, their bodies entwining around each others. Before he closed his eyes, he reminded himself to thank his sister in the morning.
{*}
A loud persistent buzzing sound stirred both men from sleep. It wasn’t early, not by any means, but to them it was. Feliciano groaned and elbowed Fernando in the side.
“Turn the fucking thing off!”
A moan escaped from Fernando. It was far too early for buzzing and yelling and noise. He rolled over (half pushed by Feliciano as well) and reached for his phone groggily. After many failed attempts, he finally curled his fingers around it only to have his phone stop ringing. He sighed and was about to put it back when it buzzed again. When he saw that it was his father, he groaned before answering it.
“Hola, Papi”
“Feliz Navidad, Nando!” José joyful voice boomed into his ear. “Where did you go last night? Sara said something about you not feeling well?”
Deciding that Sara needed something more than a bracelet (maybe two), Fernando sat up in bed, the heel of one hand rubbing out the sleep in his eyes.
“You too, Papa. I...” Fernando paused, not too sure how to continue though this wouldn’t be the first time lying to his father. “Sara asked to borrow something and I forgot to bring so I decided to go back and get it but I suddenly didn’t feel well once I got home. So I decided to stay and wait it out.” He winced. His excuse, lame as it was, sounded completely contrived. He held his breath and waited.
José hummed on the other end of the line. “Are you feeling better now?” There was nothing but concern in his voice and Fernando felt horrible.
“Y-yeah. I’m better now. Just needed to sleep it off.”
A snort came from right next to him. Fernando glared as he turned to see a smirking Feliciano. He pushed at him light as he pressed the phone closer to his ear.
“Well your Mami has decided that she needs to take care of you so we are all coming over.” When Fernando began to object, José ploughed on. “Don’t refuse, son. Your mother and sisters, mind you, have made all this food. We will be over in about a half hour or so. So if you are not out of bed yet, I suggest you hurry up!”
Fernando let out a sigh and pouted (to which Feliciano laughed at). “Okay. See you soon, Papi.” They exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up. Fernando tossed his phone onto the sheets in front of him.
“Everyone’s coming over. Are you going to stay?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
His quick and curt reply cut through the air. Feliciano however did not retract it or apologize. Instead he waited with a steady calm stare.
Fernando sighed. He leaned to rest his head on Feliciano’s shoulder and grasped their hands together. “You know I do.” His eyes closed when he felt Feliciano’s fingers slip into his hair and massage his scalp.
“Then I will.”
They remained silent after that. They didn’t discuss the fact that at the end of the day, Feliciano and Fernando were just friends in both of their parents’ and families’ eyes. Only Sara and Victor knew and as for right now, both of them were okay with that. It just made it more than a little difficult to tiptoe around everyone, especially their families to whom they were extremely close with.
Soon enough, they got out of bed and cleaned up. Feliciano tried his best to convince his lover to shower with him but Fernando was damn well persistent that it would only lead to something more and they really couldn’t have that, not with his family arriving so soon. So after taking separate showers (at which Feliciano showed his displeasure by walking around their room naked in attempt to ‘find’ something to wear), they only had enough time to put on their closes and tidy up their room a little before the doorbell rang.
Feliciano looked to Fernando, his eyes soft and suddenly understanding. He knew how much Fernando hated lying, especially to his family. “Should I get it?”
Fernando walked up to him and kissed him sweetly before nodding. “Could you please?” His eyes were swimming with worry. He just had a bad feeling.
“Of course,” Feliciano replied before placing another kiss on his lips, his fingers reaching up to caress his cheek. “It’ll be fine, baby.”
Fernando smiled at the sentiment. Feliciano only called him that when he knew Fernando was upset or worried. Oddly enough, it calmed him a bit.
Quickly rushing down the stairs, Feliciano abruptly stopped in front of the door to fix his hair and inhale deeply. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. He reached to open the door. Wait, why was he here again?
“Feli?” José, as well as Olga, stared at him for a second, no doubt wondering why the hell he was answering their son’s door. (Sara however had a smirk on her lips). But seconds later, Feliciano was being pulled in for a tight hug. A round of ‘Feliz Navidad!’ was shared as the family was ushered inside. Feliciano took their coats and led them into the living room.
“So why are you here? Where’s Fernando? Is he still not feeling well?”
Wishing they would have discussed what their story was going to be, Feliciano moved to take a seat at the farthest end of the couch, next to Sara who was still smirking.
“Y-yes. I stopped by to give... him his present and he said he wasn’t feeling too well so I decided to stay for a little while.” Sara snorted a little and Feliciano had to stop himself from elbowing her in the side. But he continued, a little more confident now that José and Olga were nodding. “But he’s doing better now.”
Luckily it was then Fernando walked into the room, a smile on his lips (though his eyes were still worried, Feliciano could tell). He hugged and kisses his parents and his sister as he answered their concerned questions. Now that he was reciting ‘Yes I’m okay’ Fernando regretted lying... a little.
True to their word, the Verdascos had brought over enough food to feed four families. Feliciano joined them of course, feeling quite at home. Fernando’s family was like his own (and vice versa). Both of their nerves eased as the day wore on. Olga had ceased asking if Fernando truly was okay or if she should make some tea for him and Sara had ceased with the smirking (well somewhat). After the kitchen was cleaned and clear, they all make it back to the living room where they started talking about any and everything. Fernando didn’t like the circumstances but he was glad that he could spend the day with everyone he loved dearly.
As José told them about the fight the cooks at their restaurant got into, Fernando’s attention was brought to his phone that buzzed in his pocket.
Feli: I’m bored.
Feli: Meet me in the kitchen.
Fernando looked up to see Feliciano smiling coyly at him before cutting his eyes toward the man telling his story. Seconds later, Feliciano got up and walked over to the kitchen, glad that no one asked any questions.
It was a bad idea, Fernando knew it was but he found himself getting up and following. When he pushed the door aside, Feliciano was leaning against the island, a soft smile on his lips. It was like a gravitational pull and he didn’t resist. Fernando settled into the space between Feliciano’s legs and pressed their bodies together lightly, pinning the man underneath him. He leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
Feliciano laughed against his lips. “That’s because you worry too much.” He kissed Fernando again, this time pressing his tongue inside. Fernando protested for all of two point three seconds before he felt arms wrap around him. He then gave in, letting himself melt against the hard body. He sighed and relaxed only to tense of seconds later when he heard glass smashing behind him.
This was it, the moment he never wanted to face or experience. Fernando closed his eyes quickly before opening them. Feliciano smiled weakly at him before turning him around. Fernando really wished he didn’t.
His father stood before him, his face impossibly pale, glass shattered around his feet. His eyes darted between the two men, his mouth opening and closing but no words escape. When Fernando leaned forward towards him, José stumbled back before turning around and leaving abruptly. Fernando was rooted where he was, his feet not able to lift and move. It was Feliciano’s arm that wrapped around his waist, his comforting voice in his ear (though he couldn’t make out the words) that guided him carefully past the broken glass and into the living room.
José was pulling on his coat while Olga asked what was going on. When the two men made their way into the room (no longer holding onto each other), José stopped his actions, his eyes on Fernando’s.
“Tell your mother and sister.”
“P-papa please. Let’s just t-talk about this, okay?” Fernando was trembling and he couldn’t help it. The blank look in his father’s eyes cut threw him like nothing else.
“Tell them.” Quiet yet authoritative. José’s tone left no room for questions.
A hand on his back calmed his trembles for a split second as he took a deep breath. He looked directly at his mother, trying to not be the coward he had been for so long.
“I... Feliciano and I... We’re together.”
Before Olga could even open her mouth, José turned on his heels and exited the room and the house. It was then Fernando broke. He was expecting to hit the floor, welcomed it but it never came. Instead strong arms wrapped around him, a familiar scent filling his senses and he was being led to the couch. Fernando’s body slumped, felt lifeless. His eyes wouldn’t leave the floor.
“Mami, I-”
Olga knelt down, her eyes not full of disgust like Fernando feared but of confusion and worry. “Give it time, Fernando. It’s... Just give us time.” She squeezed his knee before standing up. “However, I expect you at the restaurant tonight.” Her eyes met Feliciano’s. “Both of you.” Olga left quietly, thoughts flying through her mind.
“What the hell happened?”
Sara moved out from the corner she was standing in, her face pale with worry. She sat down next to Fernando and Feliciano and took her brother’s hand into hers.
“Your father walked in on us in the kitchen.”
“Please tell me you two weren’t fucking, Feliciano.”
Her voice was light and humorous and Feliciano appreciated that. “Of course not. We were just kissing.”
Sara sighed before moving in to place a kiss to Fernando’s and Feliciano’s cheek. “It’ll be okay. Eventually. Papi’s... He’ll come around. I’ll see you two tonight, okay?”
Then it was just the both of them, alone in a house that was just full of love and laughter not too long ago. Fernando leaned back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. “What the fuck do we do, Feli?”
Feliciano moved in, his arms clutching and protecting the best they could. He tucked Fernando tight against his body and kissed the top of his head. “We go to the restaurant tonight.”
{*}
Sara was truly turning out to be their angel. She offered (insisted really) to drive them to the restaurant, maintaining that depending on how tonight went, they may not be able to drive back home. So as soon as Fernando stepped inside his family’s restaurant and made his round of greetings of hugs and kisses, he sought out a glass of deep red liquid. Only then with the wine coursing through his veins did he calm down a little. But as soon as he saw his father, his body froze his muscles tight and distraught.
It was awkward, beyond so, for Fernando to feel numb just by looking at his father. José wasn’t just a parent but a friend also; he was someone Fernando trusted everything with... well almost. Instead of wrapping his father in a warm embrace immediately, he paused, unsure how to proceed.
Luckily, José picked up on his hesitancy and moved in to hug him. It was brief but it was enough to please the people around them, to make them believe nothing was out of the ordinary. When they parted, José moved onto the next person, neglecting to make any sort of eye contact with Feliciano before giving him something that could not be called a hug at all.
Shuffling over, Feliciano joined Fernando at the table and took the seat next to him. He reached under the table and gave his thigh a squeeze, a smile on his lips for support. Fernando just raised his glass before taking a long and healthy drink.
Despite the unfortunate events from earlier, it was hard for either man to forget that it was Christmas. With family and friends loud and happy around them, Fernando and Feliciano let themselves be a part of good food and hospitality. Nothing was too out of the ordinary with smiles here and there. Sara would shoot both men a look from time to time, her eyes offering support with every glance. Everything was running smoothly as it could until family members and friends started to move around and away from the table. It was then that José’s eyes locked onto his son’s and signalled for him to follow. As Fernando got up, his stomach plummeted (despite the warm look Feliciano offered).
José led the way to his office in the back of the restaurant. Words weren’t exchanged, not that Fernando would have said anything anyway. His thoughts had plagued his mind, the scene from his kitchen earlier replaying over and over like a broken record.
Once inside, José went straight for his seat, slumping down onto the fine leather. As he let out a sigh, he looked like he had aged about fifteen years.
Biting the bullet, Fernando leaned forward in the chair he had sat down in from across the big mahogany table that occupied the middle of the room. “Papa, I-”
“Fernando,” José cut in, his voice soft but his eyes hard, “I don’t understand.”
Fernando dropped his chin, his eyes trained on his hands. “I... Feliciano and I have been together-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His head whipped up, his hair flying in all sorts of direction. His father’s stare hadn’t left him and was intense as ever. He opened his mouth but his father beat him to it yet again.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Fernando? Tell your family? Do you really not care about us?”
“Of course I do!” Fernando all but jumped out of his seat. When he saw his father recline, his face no longer so intense, he relaxed a little too. “I love you all. I... I was just scared.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah,” Fernando breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “With tennis... It’s just... It’s not normal, is it?”
“I’ll support you, Fernando. But,” José pursed his lips, thoughts buzzing through his mind. “That doesn’t mean I want you to announce this to the world... well not yet.”
“I know. I just...” Fernando didn’t finish, didn’t know how actually. This wasn’t supposed to happen, especially not like this.
José got up and walked around out from his seat, stopping in front of his son’s defeated body. “Look, Fernando.” José put his hand on his head and petted his hair like he did all those years ago. “You are my son and always will be. And really that’s all that matters.”
The hand on his head tipped back as Fernando looked up. His father smiled down at him, not as bright and happy as he usually did, but it was genuine. Fernando couldn’t be any happier. He stood up and embraced his father tightly.
“It’s not easy, Fernando but Feliciano is like a son and I trust him. Trust both of you to be smart.” He kissed Fernando’s temple before pulling away. “Let’s go back, okay?”
Fernando nodded. “I’ll meet you out there.” Luckily his father understood and closed the door as he left. Fernando plunked back down into the chair. There was so much unsaid, so much that needed to be discussed but he understood that it was going to take time (much longer than just a few hours) for his father to be okay with this. A part of him couldn’t believe that his father had said what he just did, that ultimately he was okay with him, with his relationship with Feliciano and felt a little stupid, a little guilty for thinking the worst of his father.
The buzz of his phone in his pocket shook him out of his ponderings.
Feli: Are you with your Papi?
Feli: Are you okay?
Feli: ilu
Nando: Yes. We talked... He’s okay with us.
Nando: I love you too
Feli: He is?
Nando: Yeah... Probably not fully but he said that he is.
Feli: Oh okay. I was worried when I saw you two leave.
Nando: Why?
Feli: I didn’t want him to get mad or anything without me being there too.
Nando: Why would you need to be here?
Feli: Did you forget that it takes two people to be in a relationship.
Fernando stared at his Blackberry, the written words forming a smile on his lips. It was moments like this that made Fernando wonder what he did to deserve Feliciano. Who would have thought that what they had now, their beautiful easy relationship, would have started from a friendship that started by accident all those years ago?
Nando: Didn’t forget. Never will.
Feli: Good. So am I going to get to see you again tonight or just keep bbm’ing you?
Nando: Hmmmm good question ☺
*
Hours later, the two men stumbled into their home, intoxicated from good company and wine. They somehow made it up the stairs without too much difficultly. Clothes were haphazardly discarded to the floor, the light remaining off. A window was open somewhere in the bedroom, allowing the slight breeze of the wind to whistle in and cool the room. The sheets were cool causing the men to shiver lightly as they slipped under them. Their bodies gravitated towards each other, seeking out the only heat they needed.
Fernando leaned in and captured Feliciano’s lips in a soft kiss. He felt all of the day’s stress melt away from his body, from his veins and bones when Feliciano instinctive took control. He let the older man wrap him up his embrace and revelled in just being.
When their lips broke apart, Feliciano tucked Fernando against him, his hands running soothingly over his back. Fernando sighed against his chest and placed a kiss to his skin.
“You know, you’re to blame for all of this.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“If you didn’t always make me forget about anything but you, Papa wouldn’t have walked in one us.”
“But I like making you forget.”
“And I like forgetting,” Fernando mumbled sleepily. Feliciano just smiled. They would continue in the morning (maybe).
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
this takes place directly after crackberries are the sweetest. for lynsey and sam ♥ (this probably takes more twists and turns than it really needs to, it has everything from sex to drama to fluff. an 'all in one' fic! lol) the messenger they use is BBM on Blackberry
A drive that should have taken twenty minutes took Fernando ten. He knew he broke about seven different traffic rules but as long as he didn’t see any police patrolling about, he didn’t really care. Only Feliciano could do this to him, make him forget everything except his taut body, his unforgiving lips, his gripping touch...
As he pulled up to the house, Fernando saw that Feliciano was waiting outside for him like he asked. The older man pushed off the wall of the side of his parents’ house as he causally strolled toward the car. A cigarette dangled between his fingers and Feliciano brought it to his lips one last time before tossing it to the side (Fernando would berate him later for that). He opened the door and slid inside coolly, taking a seat on the warm leather. Feliciano turned and smiled sweetly, innocently.
“Hi.” The word was clearly spoken, hanging alone in the air as Feliciano turned back to face the front with his hands securely clasped in front of him.
Blinking, Fernando tried to assess what the hell the other man was playing at. ‘Hi?’ Fernando questioned with exasperation, his brow raised. The car remained stationary as Fernando reached over and tugged on Feliciano’s hand. “After fucking teasing me, all you have to say is ‘Hi”?” When the older man faced him, Fernando crashed their lips together, fiercely kissing Feliciano the way he’s been craving since he left to his family’s. Fingers latched on biceps, pulling both men in close to each other. Lips moulded together, tongues seeking (as though they hadn’t seen each other in weeks, not hours). When they finally pull apart, Feliciano smirked.
“Better?”
Fernando nodded. He put one hand on the wheel while the other caressed Feliciano’s cheek in soothing circles before slapping it lightly. “What did I tell you about smoking?”
“Lo siento, Papi”
It was simple, a tease but not in the way Feliciano intended. The sentence, the word, the implication, the tone sent a fire through Fernando’s body. His eyes narrowed and he gripped Feliciano’s jaw.
“I need to get you home and fuck you.”
Feliciano raised his hand and covered Fernando’s. He then placed a soft kiss to his palm, his tongue plying a little lick. “Then do it.”
Fernando dropped his hand to the stick shift and put the car in drive. Though he did his best to keep his attention on the road, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at his passenger every now and then. At every red light (though luckily there weren’t many), he would turn to Feliciano and just look. The older man however was either completely oblivious or letting his lover indulge in him. He had turned the volume up on the stereo and began singing along to the music (he made Fernando keep a mix of his favourite songs in his car. Fernando had no choice in the matter, not that he really cared). Feliciano had closed his eyes and didn’t worry about anything. He knew Fernando would get them home and safely.
Minutes later the engine was turned off and Feliciano opened his eyes, the sight of his and Fernando’s home in front of eyes (though to his parents, Fernando’s and the rest of the world, this was solely Fernando’s.) Feliciano remained silent as he opened the door and slid out of the car. He knew his behaviour was puzzling Fernando. He was usually loud and boisterous and demanding but he felt like Fernando should be in control, wanted Fernando to be in control. Casually, he strolled towards the entrance of the house where Fernando already was. As soon as he entered inside, he was pinned up to the closing door.
“Fuck Feli,” Fernando hissed into Feliciano’s ear has held him down, his eyes piercing. His mouth attached to his earlobe and sucked it hard, only letting it go when it was red. “Why did we even leave today?”
Feliciano chuckles briefly before moaning when Fernando slid his lips down his neck. His fingers sunk into Fernando’s long thick hair as he felt the buckle on his jeans being undone. Fernando licked and bit at his chest while his skilful fingers took care of the clothing. He pulled back once he had the belt undone and jeans unzipped and down Feliciano’s thighs. Quickly pulling off his own sweater, Fernando dropped down to his knees and looked up into Feliciano’s eyes before taking his cock into his mouth. The back of Feliciano’s head connected with the door but he didn’t care. He looked down, his eyes narrowing on Fernando’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His lips were tight and shiny and Feliciano wanted nothing more than to fuck them, leave bruises on them if he had to. His hand went to rest on Fernando’s shoulders before slipping one into his hair. Feliciano weaved his fingers through the thick locks as Fernando began to move. Moist heat covered Feliciano’s cock and his eyes flickered. He tugged at the hair curled around his fingers, not intentionally but Fernando’s mouth was too good, too intoxicating. Inch by slow inch, Fernando swallowed his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time. He smirked around the flesh when Feliciano let out a groan.
“Nando” It was barely a breath, a gasp really as Fernando took him in deep, his tongue flicking at the base. The hand on Fernando’s shoulder joined the one in his hair and he held his lover’s head in place as he slowly thrust in cock inside. Fernando brought his hands to grip the back of Feliciano’s thighs. He slipped the fingers of one hand between Feliciano’s cheeks and rubbed the pad of his index finger against his entrance. Feliciano slammed his hips hard, pinning Fernando’s mouth to the base of his cock as he came.
Fernando pushed away, his lungs begging for air. He had swallowed but the force that Feliciano had come with made it difficult to breathe. But then he was being hauled onto his feet and his lips were crushed against Feliciano’s. Fernando felt like he was drowning but wanted more, always wanted more.
“Upstairs, Feli. Now.” He was desperate and his tone held no room for argument. Feliciano tugged his pants back up, took Fernando’s hand into his and all but ran up the stairs, dragging his lover behind him. Once inside their room, Feliciano let go of Fernando’s hand to quickly discard his clothes, throwing them in any and every direction possible. Fernando was a little more diplomatic. He walked around the bed, pulling out his phone and placed it on the nightstand. Then he toed off his shoes in the corner of their room before sliding out of his pants and letting them pool on the ground. By the time he returned his attention to the bed, Feliciano was already fisting his cock with one hand while prepping himself with the other.
Already impossibly hard, Fernando had to calm himself down at the sight of Feliciano being fucking Feliciano. He was smirking on the bed, his face asking ‘why the fuck aren’t you fucking me yet?’ and really there was no answer to that anyway. So Fernando practically jumped on top of Feliciano and fucked his mouth with his tongue as he groped for the lube he knew was around somewhere. But Feliciano beat him to it again as he withdrew his fingers and wrapped them around Fernando’s cock. He wrapped his legs around Fernando’s waist, the smirk still on his lips.
“I’ve been wanting this present for hours now.”
Fernando groaned as he sunk into Feliciano’s heat, his words heightening his lust. He didn’t wait. Fernando just began thrusting, slow and hard.
“Fuck. This was... Exactly. What. I. Wanted.”
Leaning down, Fernando cut off any other words Feliciano may have had with his lips, his kiss deep and desperate. He didn’t have this last year, didn’t have Feliciano (mind, body, soul) at Christmas last year. Sure they spoke over the phone more than was necessary but it wasn’t the same as having him near to touch, to kiss, to fuck. He loved his family too, but it wasn’t the same as this.
Fernando wrapped a hand around Feliciano’s cock and began to stroke him when he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He worked his fingers swiftly, knowing exactly where and how to touch his lover. When Feliciano tensed around him, Fernando thrust in hard, unforgiving until they both reached their climax.
Fernando slumped down and Feliciano immediately uncurled his legs from his waist. Wrapping his arm around his shoulders, Feliciano slipped his fingers into Fernando’s slightly sweaty hair as he kissed him sweetly. This was exactly what he needed, what they both needed.
After moment of clarity, Fernando placed a kiss to his lover’s chest before carefully getting of the bed. He entered the bathroom, cleaned himself up and retrieved a washcloth before heading back. The sight of a blissful Feliciano greeted him and Fernando couldn’t help but laugh though his lust was still stirring.
“You are so sexy, too sexy.”
Feliciano just laughed, lifting a hand and slowly motioning him over. His eyes were drooping. “Best present.”
Fernando laughed again as he padded over. As soon as he and Feliciano got under the covers, his phone buzzed from the bedside table. He rolled to the side, curious to see who it could be. When he sees Sara’s name pop up on his instant messenger, he sighed.
~*Sara*~: I told Mami and Papi you’re not coming back tonight.
~*Sara*~: You AND Feli owe me.
Fernando smiled, a chuckle escaping him. He nudged Feliciano in the arm and showed him the message too.
“She likes diamonds, right?” Feliciano questioned with a sleepy smile on his lips. “Every girl likes diamonds. Get her a bracelet or something.”
Placing his phone on the table, Fernando settled in, their bodies entwining around each others. Before he closed his eyes, he reminded himself to thank his sister in the morning.
{*}
A loud persistent buzzing sound stirred both men from sleep. It wasn’t early, not by any means, but to them it was. Feliciano groaned and elbowed Fernando in the side.
“Turn the fucking thing off!”
A moan escaped from Fernando. It was far too early for buzzing and yelling and noise. He rolled over (half pushed by Feliciano as well) and reached for his phone groggily. After many failed attempts, he finally curled his fingers around it only to have his phone stop ringing. He sighed and was about to put it back when it buzzed again. When he saw that it was his father, he groaned before answering it.
“Hola, Papi”
“Feliz Navidad, Nando!” José joyful voice boomed into his ear. “Where did you go last night? Sara said something about you not feeling well?”
Deciding that Sara needed something more than a bracelet (maybe two), Fernando sat up in bed, the heel of one hand rubbing out the sleep in his eyes.
“You too, Papa. I...” Fernando paused, not too sure how to continue though this wouldn’t be the first time lying to his father. “Sara asked to borrow something and I forgot to bring so I decided to go back and get it but I suddenly didn’t feel well once I got home. So I decided to stay and wait it out.” He winced. His excuse, lame as it was, sounded completely contrived. He held his breath and waited.
José hummed on the other end of the line. “Are you feeling better now?” There was nothing but concern in his voice and Fernando felt horrible.
“Y-yeah. I’m better now. Just needed to sleep it off.”
A snort came from right next to him. Fernando glared as he turned to see a smirking Feliciano. He pushed at him light as he pressed the phone closer to his ear.
“Well your Mami has decided that she needs to take care of you so we are all coming over.” When Fernando began to object, José ploughed on. “Don’t refuse, son. Your mother and sisters, mind you, have made all this food. We will be over in about a half hour or so. So if you are not out of bed yet, I suggest you hurry up!”
Fernando let out a sigh and pouted (to which Feliciano laughed at). “Okay. See you soon, Papi.” They exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up. Fernando tossed his phone onto the sheets in front of him.
“Everyone’s coming over. Are you going to stay?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
His quick and curt reply cut through the air. Feliciano however did not retract it or apologize. Instead he waited with a steady calm stare.
Fernando sighed. He leaned to rest his head on Feliciano’s shoulder and grasped their hands together. “You know I do.” His eyes closed when he felt Feliciano’s fingers slip into his hair and massage his scalp.
“Then I will.”
They remained silent after that. They didn’t discuss the fact that at the end of the day, Feliciano and Fernando were just friends in both of their parents’ and families’ eyes. Only Sara and Victor knew and as for right now, both of them were okay with that. It just made it more than a little difficult to tiptoe around everyone, especially their families to whom they were extremely close with.
Soon enough, they got out of bed and cleaned up. Feliciano tried his best to convince his lover to shower with him but Fernando was damn well persistent that it would only lead to something more and they really couldn’t have that, not with his family arriving so soon. So after taking separate showers (at which Feliciano showed his displeasure by walking around their room naked in attempt to ‘find’ something to wear), they only had enough time to put on their closes and tidy up their room a little before the doorbell rang.
Feliciano looked to Fernando, his eyes soft and suddenly understanding. He knew how much Fernando hated lying, especially to his family. “Should I get it?”
Fernando walked up to him and kissed him sweetly before nodding. “Could you please?” His eyes were swimming with worry. He just had a bad feeling.
“Of course,” Feliciano replied before placing another kiss on his lips, his fingers reaching up to caress his cheek. “It’ll be fine, baby.”
Fernando smiled at the sentiment. Feliciano only called him that when he knew Fernando was upset or worried. Oddly enough, it calmed him a bit.
Quickly rushing down the stairs, Feliciano abruptly stopped in front of the door to fix his hair and inhale deeply. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. He reached to open the door. Wait, why was he here again?
“Feli?” José, as well as Olga, stared at him for a second, no doubt wondering why the hell he was answering their son’s door. (Sara however had a smirk on her lips). But seconds later, Feliciano was being pulled in for a tight hug. A round of ‘Feliz Navidad!’ was shared as the family was ushered inside. Feliciano took their coats and led them into the living room.
“So why are you here? Where’s Fernando? Is he still not feeling well?”
Wishing they would have discussed what their story was going to be, Feliciano moved to take a seat at the farthest end of the couch, next to Sara who was still smirking.
“Y-yes. I stopped by to give... him his present and he said he wasn’t feeling too well so I decided to stay for a little while.” Sara snorted a little and Feliciano had to stop himself from elbowing her in the side. But he continued, a little more confident now that José and Olga were nodding. “But he’s doing better now.”
Luckily it was then Fernando walked into the room, a smile on his lips (though his eyes were still worried, Feliciano could tell). He hugged and kisses his parents and his sister as he answered their concerned questions. Now that he was reciting ‘Yes I’m okay’ Fernando regretted lying... a little.
True to their word, the Verdascos had brought over enough food to feed four families. Feliciano joined them of course, feeling quite at home. Fernando’s family was like his own (and vice versa). Both of their nerves eased as the day wore on. Olga had ceased asking if Fernando truly was okay or if she should make some tea for him and Sara had ceased with the smirking (well somewhat). After the kitchen was cleaned and clear, they all make it back to the living room where they started talking about any and everything. Fernando didn’t like the circumstances but he was glad that he could spend the day with everyone he loved dearly.
As José told them about the fight the cooks at their restaurant got into, Fernando’s attention was brought to his phone that buzzed in his pocket.
Feli: I’m bored.
Feli: Meet me in the kitchen.
Fernando looked up to see Feliciano smiling coyly at him before cutting his eyes toward the man telling his story. Seconds later, Feliciano got up and walked over to the kitchen, glad that no one asked any questions.
It was a bad idea, Fernando knew it was but he found himself getting up and following. When he pushed the door aside, Feliciano was leaning against the island, a soft smile on his lips. It was like a gravitational pull and he didn’t resist. Fernando settled into the space between Feliciano’s legs and pressed their bodies together lightly, pinning the man underneath him. He leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
Feliciano laughed against his lips. “That’s because you worry too much.” He kissed Fernando again, this time pressing his tongue inside. Fernando protested for all of two point three seconds before he felt arms wrap around him. He then gave in, letting himself melt against the hard body. He sighed and relaxed only to tense of seconds later when he heard glass smashing behind him.
This was it, the moment he never wanted to face or experience. Fernando closed his eyes quickly before opening them. Feliciano smiled weakly at him before turning him around. Fernando really wished he didn’t.
His father stood before him, his face impossibly pale, glass shattered around his feet. His eyes darted between the two men, his mouth opening and closing but no words escape. When Fernando leaned forward towards him, José stumbled back before turning around and leaving abruptly. Fernando was rooted where he was, his feet not able to lift and move. It was Feliciano’s arm that wrapped around his waist, his comforting voice in his ear (though he couldn’t make out the words) that guided him carefully past the broken glass and into the living room.
José was pulling on his coat while Olga asked what was going on. When the two men made their way into the room (no longer holding onto each other), José stopped his actions, his eyes on Fernando’s.
“Tell your mother and sister.”
“P-papa please. Let’s just t-talk about this, okay?” Fernando was trembling and he couldn’t help it. The blank look in his father’s eyes cut threw him like nothing else.
“Tell them.” Quiet yet authoritative. José’s tone left no room for questions.
A hand on his back calmed his trembles for a split second as he took a deep breath. He looked directly at his mother, trying to not be the coward he had been for so long.
“I... Feliciano and I... We’re together.”
Before Olga could even open her mouth, José turned on his heels and exited the room and the house. It was then Fernando broke. He was expecting to hit the floor, welcomed it but it never came. Instead strong arms wrapped around him, a familiar scent filling his senses and he was being led to the couch. Fernando’s body slumped, felt lifeless. His eyes wouldn’t leave the floor.
“Mami, I-”
Olga knelt down, her eyes not full of disgust like Fernando feared but of confusion and worry. “Give it time, Fernando. It’s... Just give us time.” She squeezed his knee before standing up. “However, I expect you at the restaurant tonight.” Her eyes met Feliciano’s. “Both of you.” Olga left quietly, thoughts flying through her mind.
“What the hell happened?”
Sara moved out from the corner she was standing in, her face pale with worry. She sat down next to Fernando and Feliciano and took her brother’s hand into hers.
“Your father walked in on us in the kitchen.”
“Please tell me you two weren’t fucking, Feliciano.”
Her voice was light and humorous and Feliciano appreciated that. “Of course not. We were just kissing.”
Sara sighed before moving in to place a kiss to Fernando’s and Feliciano’s cheek. “It’ll be okay. Eventually. Papi’s... He’ll come around. I’ll see you two tonight, okay?”
Then it was just the both of them, alone in a house that was just full of love and laughter not too long ago. Fernando leaned back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. “What the fuck do we do, Feli?”
Feliciano moved in, his arms clutching and protecting the best they could. He tucked Fernando tight against his body and kissed the top of his head. “We go to the restaurant tonight.”
{*}
Sara was truly turning out to be their angel. She offered (insisted really) to drive them to the restaurant, maintaining that depending on how tonight went, they may not be able to drive back home. So as soon as Fernando stepped inside his family’s restaurant and made his round of greetings of hugs and kisses, he sought out a glass of deep red liquid. Only then with the wine coursing through his veins did he calm down a little. But as soon as he saw his father, his body froze his muscles tight and distraught.
It was awkward, beyond so, for Fernando to feel numb just by looking at his father. José wasn’t just a parent but a friend also; he was someone Fernando trusted everything with... well almost. Instead of wrapping his father in a warm embrace immediately, he paused, unsure how to proceed.
Luckily, José picked up on his hesitancy and moved in to hug him. It was brief but it was enough to please the people around them, to make them believe nothing was out of the ordinary. When they parted, José moved onto the next person, neglecting to make any sort of eye contact with Feliciano before giving him something that could not be called a hug at all.
Shuffling over, Feliciano joined Fernando at the table and took the seat next to him. He reached under the table and gave his thigh a squeeze, a smile on his lips for support. Fernando just raised his glass before taking a long and healthy drink.
Despite the unfortunate events from earlier, it was hard for either man to forget that it was Christmas. With family and friends loud and happy around them, Fernando and Feliciano let themselves be a part of good food and hospitality. Nothing was too out of the ordinary with smiles here and there. Sara would shoot both men a look from time to time, her eyes offering support with every glance. Everything was running smoothly as it could until family members and friends started to move around and away from the table. It was then that José’s eyes locked onto his son’s and signalled for him to follow. As Fernando got up, his stomach plummeted (despite the warm look Feliciano offered).
José led the way to his office in the back of the restaurant. Words weren’t exchanged, not that Fernando would have said anything anyway. His thoughts had plagued his mind, the scene from his kitchen earlier replaying over and over like a broken record.
Once inside, José went straight for his seat, slumping down onto the fine leather. As he let out a sigh, he looked like he had aged about fifteen years.
Biting the bullet, Fernando leaned forward in the chair he had sat down in from across the big mahogany table that occupied the middle of the room. “Papa, I-”
“Fernando,” José cut in, his voice soft but his eyes hard, “I don’t understand.”
Fernando dropped his chin, his eyes trained on his hands. “I... Feliciano and I have been together-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His head whipped up, his hair flying in all sorts of direction. His father’s stare hadn’t left him and was intense as ever. He opened his mouth but his father beat him to it yet again.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Fernando? Tell your family? Do you really not care about us?”
“Of course I do!” Fernando all but jumped out of his seat. When he saw his father recline, his face no longer so intense, he relaxed a little too. “I love you all. I... I was just scared.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah,” Fernando breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “With tennis... It’s just... It’s not normal, is it?”
“I’ll support you, Fernando. But,” José pursed his lips, thoughts buzzing through his mind. “That doesn’t mean I want you to announce this to the world... well not yet.”
“I know. I just...” Fernando didn’t finish, didn’t know how actually. This wasn’t supposed to happen, especially not like this.
José got up and walked around out from his seat, stopping in front of his son’s defeated body. “Look, Fernando.” José put his hand on his head and petted his hair like he did all those years ago. “You are my son and always will be. And really that’s all that matters.”
The hand on his head tipped back as Fernando looked up. His father smiled down at him, not as bright and happy as he usually did, but it was genuine. Fernando couldn’t be any happier. He stood up and embraced his father tightly.
“It’s not easy, Fernando but Feliciano is like a son and I trust him. Trust both of you to be smart.” He kissed Fernando’s temple before pulling away. “Let’s go back, okay?”
Fernando nodded. “I’ll meet you out there.” Luckily his father understood and closed the door as he left. Fernando plunked back down into the chair. There was so much unsaid, so much that needed to be discussed but he understood that it was going to take time (much longer than just a few hours) for his father to be okay with this. A part of him couldn’t believe that his father had said what he just did, that ultimately he was okay with him, with his relationship with Feliciano and felt a little stupid, a little guilty for thinking the worst of his father.
The buzz of his phone in his pocket shook him out of his ponderings.
Feli: Are you with your Papi?
Feli: Are you okay?
Feli: ilu
Nando: Yes. We talked... He’s okay with us.
Nando: I love you too
Feli: He is?
Nando: Yeah... Probably not fully but he said that he is.
Feli: Oh okay. I was worried when I saw you two leave.
Nando: Why?
Feli: I didn’t want him to get mad or anything without me being there too.
Nando: Why would you need to be here?
Feli: Did you forget that it takes two people to be in a relationship.
Fernando stared at his Blackberry, the written words forming a smile on his lips. It was moments like this that made Fernando wonder what he did to deserve Feliciano. Who would have thought that what they had now, their beautiful easy relationship, would have started from a friendship that started by accident all those years ago?
Nando: Didn’t forget. Never will.
Feli: Good. So am I going to get to see you again tonight or just keep bbm’ing you?
Nando: Hmmmm good question ☺
*
Hours later, the two men stumbled into their home, intoxicated from good company and wine. They somehow made it up the stairs without too much difficultly. Clothes were haphazardly discarded to the floor, the light remaining off. A window was open somewhere in the bedroom, allowing the slight breeze of the wind to whistle in and cool the room. The sheets were cool causing the men to shiver lightly as they slipped under them. Their bodies gravitated towards each other, seeking out the only heat they needed.
Fernando leaned in and captured Feliciano’s lips in a soft kiss. He felt all of the day’s stress melt away from his body, from his veins and bones when Feliciano instinctive took control. He let the older man wrap him up his embrace and revelled in just being.
When their lips broke apart, Feliciano tucked Fernando against him, his hands running soothingly over his back. Fernando sighed against his chest and placed a kiss to his skin.
“You know, you’re to blame for all of this.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“If you didn’t always make me forget about anything but you, Papa wouldn’t have walked in one us.”
“But I like making you forget.”
“And I like forgetting,” Fernando mumbled sleepily. Feliciano just smiled. They would continue in the morning (maybe).