Fic Repost
Title: Tastes of You
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer, written for kindoftrouble (for bpc3)
Required Words: apple, pen, alcohol, dead, one
Rated: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Not true.
"Roger!"
"Hmm?"
"Taste this!" Andy says excitedly, waving a spoon in the air. It wasn't everyday that Andy cooks something; the only thing he ever makes, or knows how, are too strong coffee and too concentrated alcohol drinks. This is a proud moment for Andy.
Scratching of the pen on the paper Roger was furiously working on stops as he looks up to see a grinning Andy Roddick. Roger slowly rises from his seat and moves towards the American. "Is it safe?" He asks mockingly as he places a soft kiss upon Andy's lips. "You know, it might be poisonous."
Andy rolls his eyes. "Yeah that's been my plan all along. So once your dead, I can be number one again." He playfully pushes the Swiss, pretending to be angry.
Smiling, Roger wraps his arms around Andy's waist, bringing their bodies much closer as he whispers, " I knew it. Evil Andy. So evil". Wet kisses trail a path down Andy's neck to his ticklish collarbones. As soon as Roger's fingers start to open the buttons on his shirt, Andy knocks them away.
"As appealing as sex in teh kitchen is," Andy pauses to flash Roger a wide bright smile, "Can you please taste this first?" He brings the spoon closer to Roger who hesitates.
"What is it?"
Andy sighs. "Just taste it."
Roger is about to protest when Andy shoves the spoon in his mouth, looking quite smug about it. After a few moments of uncertain looks and excessive chewing, Roger is done and Andy awaits.
"So?"
"Here, taste" Roger seizes the opportunity to explore Andy's mouth with his. Andy moans he as tastes the tangy apple sauce mixed with the sweetness of Roger's tongue.
Andy pulls back. "Good?"
Roger licks his lips and smirks. "Very good."
"I meant the apple sauce, Roger."
Roger laughs as he runs his fingers through Andy's hair. "It would taste better on you though."
"Oh, is that so?"
Little kisses are placed on Andy's chin and throat as Roger whispers, "Only one way to find out."
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Roger Federer, written for kindoftrouble (for bpc3)
Required Words: apple, pen, alcohol, dead, one
Rated: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Not true.
"Roger!"
"Hmm?"
"Taste this!" Andy says excitedly, waving a spoon in the air. It wasn't everyday that Andy cooks something; the only thing he ever makes, or knows how, are too strong coffee and too concentrated alcohol drinks. This is a proud moment for Andy.
Scratching of the pen on the paper Roger was furiously working on stops as he looks up to see a grinning Andy Roddick. Roger slowly rises from his seat and moves towards the American. "Is it safe?" He asks mockingly as he places a soft kiss upon Andy's lips. "You know, it might be poisonous."
Andy rolls his eyes. "Yeah that's been my plan all along. So once your dead, I can be number one again." He playfully pushes the Swiss, pretending to be angry.
Smiling, Roger wraps his arms around Andy's waist, bringing their bodies much closer as he whispers, " I knew it. Evil Andy. So evil". Wet kisses trail a path down Andy's neck to his ticklish collarbones. As soon as Roger's fingers start to open the buttons on his shirt, Andy knocks them away.
"As appealing as sex in teh kitchen is," Andy pauses to flash Roger a wide bright smile, "Can you please taste this first?" He brings the spoon closer to Roger who hesitates.
"What is it?"
Andy sighs. "Just taste it."
Roger is about to protest when Andy shoves the spoon in his mouth, looking quite smug about it. After a few moments of uncertain looks and excessive chewing, Roger is done and Andy awaits.
"So?"
"Here, taste" Roger seizes the opportunity to explore Andy's mouth with his. Andy moans he as tastes the tangy apple sauce mixed with the sweetness of Roger's tongue.
Andy pulls back. "Good?"
Roger licks his lips and smirks. "Very good."
"I meant the apple sauce, Roger."
Roger laughs as he runs his fingers through Andy's hair. "It would taste better on you though."
"Oh, is that so?"
Little kisses are placed on Andy's chin and throat as Roger whispers, "Only one way to find out."