Fic: 7 deadly sins challenge
Title: Pecado Hermoso
Sin: Lust, Pride, Greed
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17 (not really)
Disclaimer: not mine, not real
warnings: sex
Summary: Feli makes Andy smile.
Andy smiles.
He leans against the locker room door; bag slung over one shoulder, his eyes on the object in front of him.
Feliciano Lopez, standing in a pair of white shorts, is waving his arms around wildly as he laughs with Carlos Moya. It’s all in Spanish, but Andy doesn’t notice anyway. He’s too distracted by Feli’s smile, by the way his lips curve upward and reach his eyes. His chest is bare and displays his natural tan perfectly. Andy remembers all the times he has worshiped that chest, those nipples. Every limb is perfection, on its own and together. Fingers, legs, toes. Everything.
Andy wants him right now, needs him right now. His craving for him can be described as nothing but pure lust. Pure greed.
~~
Andy smiles.
As he brings the spoon to his lips with an unsteady hand, little drops of soup dribble down his chin. But Andy doesn’t notice. He’s too busy watching Feli pick at his salad, moving around random pieces of lettuce, tomatoes and chicken with his fork. But Feli’s not stupid.
A crouton hits Andy on the nose and falls in his soup. “Ow. What was that for?”
“Stop watching me eat, Andy,” Feli says with a huge grin on his face.
Andy shrugs as he brings the spoon back to his lips, murmuring, “Beautiful.”
~~
Andy smiles.
The groans coming from Feli’s lips should be a sin. His tanned skin is slick from anticipation and Andy’s lips. His fingers are curled in the sheets and his head is hanging to the side, lips parted, releasing the sweetest music.
Andy pushes in slowly, lowering his lips to the column of Feli’s neck. Feli’s all warm, inside and out and Andy can’t help but hold on to him a little bit tighter.
“Andy”
It’s barely whispered, but the word reaches Andy’s cock, making him pulse inside Feli. His heart soars. Pride. Love. His lips swallow Feli’s and now both are moaning. Fingers indent soft skin, leaving behind crescent moons.
Andy slows his hips and pulls back, taking in Feli’s flushed skin. His fingers brush against the Spaniard’s cheek, eyes connecting and not letting go.
“You’re beautiful, Feli.”
Feli laughs and nips at Andy’s fingers that have wandered to trace his lips.
“I’m serious, Feliciano. You. Are. Beautiful.”
This time Feli lowers his eyes, dark eyelashes resting against reddening cheeks. A set of lips press against his and he opens up automatically, loving the feel of Andy’s tongue against his. His own fingers slide down the American’s back and he holds on for dear life. Reluctantly, the kiss ends.
“Thank you, Andy.”
Andy smiles and moves his hips a little faster.
~~
Andy smiles.
Feli is wrapped around his body, head lying on his chest. Andy has his fingers in Feli’s hair, making slow random patterns. He secretly hates the time when Feli had cut his hair and even though he has never voiced it, Andy hopes he never does that again.
After placing a careful kiss on the top of his head, Andy pulls the covers up over both of them and snuggles in as his eyes close.
~~
Feli smiles.
The sun is rising and creeps through the curtains. Feli pulls back from the chest that is his pillow and watches Andy sleep. This is his morning ritual and Andy will never know. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, head facing towards Feli, lips parted slightly.
Feli traces the outline of Andy’s lips lightly, moving towards his jaw and up to his cheeks. Andy’s beautiful too. Hermoso.
Sin: Lust, Pride, Greed
Pairing: Andy Roddick/Feliciano Lopez
Rating: NC-17 (not really)
Disclaimer: not mine, not real
warnings: sex
Summary: Feli makes Andy smile.
Andy smiles.
He leans against the locker room door; bag slung over one shoulder, his eyes on the object in front of him.
Feliciano Lopez, standing in a pair of white shorts, is waving his arms around wildly as he laughs with Carlos Moya. It’s all in Spanish, but Andy doesn’t notice anyway. He’s too distracted by Feli’s smile, by the way his lips curve upward and reach his eyes. His chest is bare and displays his natural tan perfectly. Andy remembers all the times he has worshiped that chest, those nipples. Every limb is perfection, on its own and together. Fingers, legs, toes. Everything.
Andy wants him right now, needs him right now. His craving for him can be described as nothing but pure lust. Pure greed.
~~
Andy smiles.
As he brings the spoon to his lips with an unsteady hand, little drops of soup dribble down his chin. But Andy doesn’t notice. He’s too busy watching Feli pick at his salad, moving around random pieces of lettuce, tomatoes and chicken with his fork. But Feli’s not stupid.
A crouton hits Andy on the nose and falls in his soup. “Ow. What was that for?”
“Stop watching me eat, Andy,” Feli says with a huge grin on his face.
Andy shrugs as he brings the spoon back to his lips, murmuring, “Beautiful.”
~~
Andy smiles.
The groans coming from Feli’s lips should be a sin. His tanned skin is slick from anticipation and Andy’s lips. His fingers are curled in the sheets and his head is hanging to the side, lips parted, releasing the sweetest music.
Andy pushes in slowly, lowering his lips to the column of Feli’s neck. Feli’s all warm, inside and out and Andy can’t help but hold on to him a little bit tighter.
“Andy”
It’s barely whispered, but the word reaches Andy’s cock, making him pulse inside Feli. His heart soars. Pride. Love. His lips swallow Feli’s and now both are moaning. Fingers indent soft skin, leaving behind crescent moons.
Andy slows his hips and pulls back, taking in Feli’s flushed skin. His fingers brush against the Spaniard’s cheek, eyes connecting and not letting go.
“You’re beautiful, Feli.”
Feli laughs and nips at Andy’s fingers that have wandered to trace his lips.
“I’m serious, Feliciano. You. Are. Beautiful.”
This time Feli lowers his eyes, dark eyelashes resting against reddening cheeks. A set of lips press against his and he opens up automatically, loving the feel of Andy’s tongue against his. His own fingers slide down the American’s back and he holds on for dear life. Reluctantly, the kiss ends.
“Thank you, Andy.”
Andy smiles and moves his hips a little faster.
~~
Andy smiles.
Feli is wrapped around his body, head lying on his chest. Andy has his fingers in Feli’s hair, making slow random patterns. He secretly hates the time when Feli had cut his hair and even though he has never voiced it, Andy hopes he never does that again.
After placing a careful kiss on the top of his head, Andy pulls the covers up over both of them and snuggles in as his eyes close.
~~
Feli smiles.
The sun is rising and creeps through the curtains. Feli pulls back from the chest that is his pillow and watches Andy sleep. This is his morning ritual and Andy will never know. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, head facing towards Feli, lips parted slightly.
Feli traces the outline of Andy’s lips lightly, moving towards his jaw and up to his cheeks. Andy’s beautiful too. Hermoso.