Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme

[louiselux]

I stole this idea from many others, but most memorably vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:

You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.

Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.

Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.

About the requests:

A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.

About the replies:

If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.

In general:

Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.

Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.

If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.

Please, no underage characters having sex.

Request! If your request is filled, write another one!

Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!

Read! Everyone loves a reader!

I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!

ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa - Roger playing very hard to get and with Rafa doing all the chasing.

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Roger/Rafa: Rafa in a dog collar, and yet still somehow - deviously, and without Roger realising it - calling the shots.

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Roddick/Djokovic hardcore BDSM. Nole's been a disobedient sub and Master!Andy is going to set his boy straight.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my God, please someone write this!

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa: Roger shows Rafa all the naughty ways in which a tennis racket can be used during sexy times.

Pt 1

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa has never seen Roger like this. He's leaning against the bed frame with his knees, shirt twisted and half unbuttoned, grinning like a madman. He's singing the theme song to some old television show or something, off-key of course, and he's just told Rafa he wants to fuck him against the wall. Rafa is on the verge of wondering just how drunk Roger is now until he remembers that he's had quite a few himself, and realises that he's hanging over the side of the bed giggling up at Roger's upside down face. Everything is incredibly funny, and actually Rafa thinks he might quite enjoy being fucked up against the wall. But only if Roger stops singing.

"Rogi, shhhhhh!" Rafa cries suddenly. "I want - oh! Look!" In the midst of his sentence, Rafa drags his arm into the air, clutching a tennis racquet. "I think under the bed is bad place for keep your racquets Rogi."

Roger laughs and grabs for it, misses, narrowly avoids toppling onto the bed. He laughs again. "That's where that one goes," he contests vaguely.

"Why?" Rafa is holding the racquet tight against his face, nose and cheek pressing through the holes.

"Because... because it's, you know, for using... not on court?"

"Why- what, wait, no, what is what I mean to say," Rafa slurs. Roger isn't sure he understands, but that might be okay because Rafa doesn't seem to either. He decides to test the liquored-up water.

"It's my sex racquet!"

Rafa goes silent. He's pondering that statement, Roger assumes. Or he's fallen asleep. Roger flops inelegantly onto the mattress and jabs at Rafa's ribs.

"Hey!" Rafa protests. Pondering, then. And then he surprises Roger a little, "I don't understand. Sex racquet? You must show me, no?"

That's how is starts.

[(Anonymous)]

Gasquet/Monfils: the coke brings out a side of Richie that Gael has not seen before.

[(Anonymous)]

Safin/anyone: Marat likes to taste blood during sex. (Bonus points if he's an actual vampire.)

Vamp part 1

[(Anonymous)]

To everyone else, Marat was just a normal guy. No, not quite normal in the way that Feli's friends from back home were normal, obviously. Marat was handsome, rich and talented; a grand slam winner, party animal, lover of beautiful women. Straight guy.

"Pull your hair to the side," Marat said. His breath was a gust of damp heat across Feli's shoulders. His cock was buried deep in Feli's ass. "God, I fucking love your hair," he said. He stuck a hand in it, running his fingers through it in one hard sweep. "It's like a girl's."

Feli twisted an arm back and scraped his hair to one side so that it exposed the back and the left side of his neck. He braced himself on his forearms and closed his eyes as Marat leaned down right over him. He was heavy, but not too much. He was never too heavy. Marat's hand landed on the sheets next to Feli's shoulder. His mouth landed on Feli's skin, at the top of his spine. Feli felt the scrap of teeth, very sharp teeth, and it sent a long shiver rippling down his spine.

"Oh my god," he said.

Marat's breath smelled faintly of the beer they'd drunk tonight, sitting outside the café with the other players, watching the city flow by. Marat had hung all over him, not that subtly. But then, Marat was never Mr Subtle. Feli bent his head and moaned into the pillow as Marat bit down harder.

"You know you get all tight when I do that?" Marat said, curling around and over Feli. He ran his fingertips up along Feli's forearm and over his biceps, then further up to his shoulder, exploring the lines of his body. They lingered at the base of his throat. Marat groaned and then kissed and sucked at his neck, nipping hard at the skin with his teeth. It was still faintly marked from the last time.

"I saw you tonight, couldn't wait to fuck you."

"Holy god," Feli said. Marat shifted and sank even deeper. He felt huge inside Feli, moving and rubbing, slick and hard in just the right places. Feli had his lubed up palm clamped tight around his own cock, and he was getting to the edge, right there. He let Marat's thrusts move him. "Yeah."

"Can I take you back to Monaco with me when I go?" Marat said. His breathing was getting heavier and thicker, his accent twisting the words into things Feli wasn't sure he was hearing. His lips slid across Feli's skin, his tongue licking over the vein in Feli's neck, pushing down on it hard. "I love you, Feli."

"What?" He twisted his head.

[(Anonymous)]

Safincest - and I'd like it to be Marat/Feli/Dinara. Marat and Dinara seducing Feli. Or Marat and Feli seducing Dinara, I don't mind.

[(Anonymous)]

"He doesn't even understand what we are saying!" Marat seemed so thrilled by this discovery.

"Did you never speak our language with him before?" questioned Dinara.

"No, we spoke the Spanish."

Feli's eyes flashed for a second on the last word, then slipped happily back into lustful ignorance.

"He doesn't really like to talk much anyway," continued Marat as he finished tying Feli's wrists to the headboard.

Dinara smiled the competitive grin of a sibling, as she had finished tying his feet down seconds before.

"That's okay," reasoned Dinara. "Slut sounds the same in most languages."

Feli's eyes flashed with recognition again.

[(Anonymous)]

Hate!sex. Don't care who, as long as it's vicious, and snarky, and biting.

[(Anonymous)]

(also: hair-pulling. Forgot the hair-pulling.)

[(Anonymous)]

Roger rimming Rafa and both of them loving it. Lots of lovin' for Rafa's gorgeous ass.

Roger/Rafa - On the Rim

[(Anonymous)]

A/N to Requester: did this as a small thank you to you - this is excerpted & revised from a longer piece, and doing the prompt helped me write my way out of a hole, if you will.


On the Rim

(A Roger/Rafa drabble)

Roger thought of Rafa's ass and thighs, thunderous around his ears, smelling of sweet spicy soap like always before they'd sweat each other up, digging fingers in thick muscles to hang on, pushing, probing, finally burying his tongue in the rosy hole between burnished pliant cheeks, Rafa clenching, bucking as he rode Roger, his tenor grunts at Roger's deep-tonguing, head hung down, dark hair brushing back muscles as they worked, his cock pushing at Roger's chest, mouth falling, open to suck, between Roger's legs.
Rafa's mouth on his cock.
His tongue in Rafa's ass.
It might take him one thrust.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa: Sometimes Rafa gets sulky and grumpy without reason, like a little kid. Roger knows Rafa needs sex (being Rafa the submissive one) When Rafa comes he weeps a little.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa: shower!sex please

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa - Rafa is the master. When he says jump, Roger asks how high. He sometimes makes Roger wear butt plugs to matches, and he won't allow him to cum if he's lost a match.

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Feli/Fernando vampirism

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, I don't usually write smut, so I don't know how good this is but...


The first thing Nando noticed when he stepped into the club was that Feli looked even hotter than usual tonight. The smoky light seemed to bend and twist around him as he danced, giving him an attractively mysterious and airthat reeked of sec. And Nando was pretty sure it wasn't just him that was thinking it - he'd caught Tommy throwing Feli admiring looks, and if Tommy wasn't straight, no one was.

He scowled. Really, whatever cosmic power was out there had to hate his guts with a strong passion. That was the only reason why the hottest piece of ass on the tour had to be his best friend and therefore, by the unspoken rules of friendship, untouchable. And, he added bitterly to the mental checklist in his mind as someone else approached the man, that was not taking into consideration the fact that just about every other guy could get him. Feli was easy like that.

Nando decided that he was going to replace his best friend with the bar for the night.

--

When he began to regain consciousness, Nando started lining the fragments of his memory up together, out of habit. He'd gotten drunk. Probably off his ass and definitely on purpose. Besides that he couldn't remember a damn thing, not even how he go back to the hotel without any misha-

He let out a hiss as talented fingers skimmed over his abdomen, and his eyes flew open. Squinting as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he let out a yelp of surprise. "Feli, what the hell-?!"

Feli shot him a look that Nando knew too well. one that was dark and reeked of sin and sex and had never, ever been directed at him before. Then, he pressed a long, open-mouthed kiss to Nando's mouth. Their tongues and lips languidly tangled together as Feli controlled the kiss, taking his time and savouring his best friend's mouth. Nando let out a moan. Fuck, if he'd known how good this would be he would have told friendship to go to hell a long time ago.

"I would think that was obvious," Feli purred, when he finally broke the kiss, letting his hand drift lower.

Nando was too out of breath to formulate an answer.

Then Feli's hand slipped underneath his waistband and Nando let out a strangled scream, because since when did he get hard from a kiss and fuck Feli had the most talented fingers ever and the fact that they were cold was providing even more of a contrast with his blood-warmed cock and there seriously wasn't enough friction-

"No." Feli's other hand came up and grabbed both of Nando's wrists before they could assist him, pinning them to the headboard with ease. "I'm finishing this by myself, Nando."

Nando sqeezed his eyes shut, trying to wiggle his hands free. "Not fair," he panted out, when it was obvious that it wasn't working. "What happened to being weak after recovering from illnesses-"

He was cut off from completing his sentence when Feli grabbed hold of his cock and stroked, and fuck, he whatever had done felt so good and if he didn't do it again he was going to die and-

"You were saying?" Nando could hear the smirk in his friends voice, but at this point was beyond caring. Abandoning any attempts to talk, he jerked his hips and moaned, trying to make the other man move.

For the first time that night, Feli was accommodating, as he sped up the speed of his strokes. Nando did not even bother trying to be quiet as he vocally encouraged his friend, wanting, needing the friction...

Then Feli licked a long stripe down his throat, and Nando lost it.

Screaming as he came, he barely heard the whispered apology, but acutely felt the pain at the side of his throat. He could feel Feli's lips pressed against the burn, sucking on the spot. He made another strangled gurgle because it felt so good but he was getting dizzy-

And everything went black.

--

Feli looked over the prone form of his best friend, noting the slight breathing motions with relief. Lightly stroking the two puncture marks he had made on his's throat, he wondered if he would ever be forgiven for binding the other man to himself without any sort of permission.

"It doesn't matter," He told the silent room. "He's mine now."

The silence seemed to mock him.

[(Anonymous)]

Spanish Armada - shower orgy

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Andy Daddy!kink

[(Anonymous)]

roger/andy daddy!kink

part1
Camping out in the woods is suppossed to be fun.But this was slowly turning into a nightmare Andy.He desperately needed to pee but was too scared to leave the tent and go out in the dark night. He lay still holding his breath trying not to fidget.Roger chose that moment to creep closer to him n squeezed him in his arms.Roger's strong arms put pressure on his stomach and his bladder screamed bloody murder. Focusing all his energy to not wet his pjs Andy whimpered.
"Whats wrong? baby" Roger asked. Andy's face was strained and sweat glistened on his forehead.
"I um eh um I think I need to go" andy stammered.
Roger smiled "Baby is scared to go out in the dark is it?"
Andy nodded blushing beet red. Pulling Andy on his lap and kissing his forehead Roger stood up and opened the tent flap. "Dont worry baby. Daddy will fight the booboos and baby can do peepee."
tbc

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa/Roger: Roger surprises him with a liquid chocolate bottle and Rafa LOVES chocolate. There is a lot of licking. Rafa ends up mixing chocolate with come and swallowing the mix.

[(Anonymous)]

Novak/Rafa - violence and non-con, please? A whip, complete with panic and sweat and blood and screaming, scene would make me incredibly happy. If you want to go on after that, maybe you would want to give me begging!Rafa who promises he will do anything Novak wants, if only he stops. And Novak exploiting this "offer" to have his way with Rafa - of course still in the cruel and hurtful way.

part one

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Rafael's body shakes uncontrollably as one of Novak's hands push him against the wall, “no, I do anything you want. No!”

A moment of relief sweeps over him as the hand moves away. He doesn't think quickly enough to run, and that's his first mistake. Before his foot can move an inch, searing pain over comes him, and he screams out loud enough to cause a laugh from the man behind him. Then there is more, and more, almost never ending. The part of his brain that's still working through the pain has him begging, mumbling really, in Spanish to be let go.

Naturally, he's completely ignored. The pain keeps coming, and he continues yelling and begging without really knowing what's coming out of his mouth.

Then there is another pause. This time he goes to run, his second mistake. He feels Novak's hand grab onto his hair pulling him back, “I don't fucking thinks so Rafa.”

He falls to his knees crying silent tears, and begs in a hoarse voice, “please no, please, I do anything.” He rests his forehead against the wall not wanting to know what happens next.

“Anything?”

The question is punctuated with more of the same pain, and Rafa has no idea what Novak is using to cause it, just that he needs it to stop, “anything.” There is a loud crack, and as he jumps from the shock of the noise he knows Novak has a whip. “please no! No more, I can't, no more.” Rafael falls into a ball curling up, still shaking, and now sobbing, crying hysterically.

“Remember you said anything,” Novak grabs his hair again pulling him up to his knees. “Get on your knees and open your mouth. I swear to god if you bite me I'm going to rip open those cuts on your back with my bare hands.”

It doesn't really register in his mind what's happening until Novak has his cock out in his hand, “no, I didn't mean this.”

“This is anything.”

[(Anonymous)]

rafa/roger arranged marriage

Best Laid Plans Pt. 1

[(Anonymous)]

For some reason it didn't post properly the first time:

The Best Laid Plans Pt. 1
"So then we have a deal?" Lynette's voice is cool and poised. Fingers tapping impatiently against the polished desktop.

Toni nods, slightly sadly, he has no choice. He only hopes Rafa will forgive him for this. From what he's heard, the Federer heir is not all that un-attractive, if a little aloof. He'd only met him once before a few days ago. Roger had been coolly polite, and wholly disinterested in the affair. He only worries, that he's bright passionate nephew won't suffer for it

he wedding is lavish. Or as lavish the signing of a business contract can be. Rafa smiles brightly and the twinkling lights of the Federer mansion ball-room glitter and dazzle, as numerous people who's names he'll never remember, pretend not to hate him for marrying the very eligible Roger Federer. In one corner he spots his uncle, drowing himself in Dom Perignon. Next to him, Roger smiles coolly as a blonde socialite leans too closely, overpowering them with her sickly sweet perfume.

ut of the corner of his eyes, he watches his new husband. Elegant, witty, charming. He's kind of attracted to him actually. He thinks, he really lucked out, he could've been forced to marry some rich old pervert, as opposed to a twenty-something rich, attractive Swiss businessmen. He sort of feels like a virgin on her wedding night. Although to be honest, it's going to be his wedding night in...exactly two hours and forty seven minutes.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa Daddy!kink

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa/Toni - any way you want to write it, I'll read it.

[(Anonymous)]

I have an idea for this. I might have to go off and work on it.

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa - secret exhibitionism. He doesn't ever admit it, but people admiring his body gets him hot.

Secret Exhibitionism, Rafa/Gilles, pt 1

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Gilles spun his racquet in one hand, feeling sweat pool at the base of his back. On the practice court adjacent, Nadal was hitting forehand after powerful forehand, alternating cross court and down the line. He was topless, the sweat on his skin highlighting those incredible muscles which rippled and worked as he played. It was mesmerising, and Gilles wasn't the only one who had noticed if the screams of the girls massed behind the fencing were anything to go by. He watched as Rafa stopped to speak on his cellphone, the fingers of his other hand playing across his taut stomach, the white rings of tape standing out against the tanned skin. Gilles reached for his water bottle and took a long drink.

"You notice Nadal took his shirt off?" he asked Gael later, picking over lukewarm pasta in the players' lounge.

Gael shrugged, pulling apart a piece of garlic bread with his fingers. "Not really."

"You play with your eyes shut? He was topless almost the whole time we were out there."

"My eyes were on the ball, cocksucker. You might give that a try sometime. Anyway, it was hot today. What's your problem?"

"He practices with his top off all the time. I think he likes it."

"I think you like it," Gael retorted, standing up and lifting his tray from the table. "Stop obsessing. It always gets you into trouble." He moved away a step and then turned back. "That pout won't work on me either, Gillou."

Gilles grinned up at him.

[(Anonymous)]

Feli is an exhibitionist with a penchant for sex in semi-public places. Marat is unsure about this, but Feli talks him into it.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa & Jim Courier - Jim catches Roger and Rafa in the act, but instead of springing them he stays hidden, watches, and gets off on it.

Voyeur!Jim, part 1

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Rafa's arms wrap around Roger from behind, hands hastily unbuttoning Roger's shirt and roaming over the muscles of his chest. There is no sign of his tie. Roger has his eyes closed and his head tipped to the side, allowing Rafa to suck at his neck. That'll bruise, Jim thinks, wondering how Roger will explain it. But then, keeping this thing a secret can't be that important if they're prepared to go at it here, in the corner of the hotel cloakroom, barely hidden by the coats. Jim had watched Roger slip away from the party, a careful but exact three minutes after Rafa, and Jim had followed. Everyone knew the rumours about Roger and Rafa. Jim took them more seriously than most; after all, the rumours he heard about himself were almost always true.

"Yeah, Rafa," Roger says, quiet but urgent, as Rafa's hand slips beneath his waistband. Jim presses himself back into the dark corner of the room soundlessly, eyes raking over Roger's exposed flesh and his face flushed with heat. His lips are slightly parted and his pink tongue licks out briefly. Jim pushes his hand inside his pants and takes a hold of his cock.

"Want you," Rafa mumbles, almost inaudible against Roger's skin. There is the jagged sound of a zipper being pulled down. Rafa pushes Roger's suit trousers and underwear over his thighs and Jim strokes himself fast and tight as all is revealed: the sharp line of Roger's hipbones leading down to the patch of hair, darker against the white skin of his thighs, and his cock standing straight up. Jim can smell the sharp note of sex as Rafa takes hold of Roger and begins to jerk him slowly. It's crazily hot, Rafa's large hand working Roger with the assurance of familiarity, holding Roger tight against him with one arm wrapped around his waist. Roger is breathing hard, pushing himself forward in little thrusts through Rafa's fist, making quiet, needy noises that Jim has to struggle not to mimic.

Rafa takes a step back until he's against the wall with Roger leaning back on him and Jim has to move slightly to keep a clear view through the rack of coats. They're kissing, messy and hot, Roger's tongue sliding into Rafa's mouth once and then again and Jim has to lick his lips. Roger turns his head away and Jim has a clear view of Rafa's face, brows furrowed, intense, looking down over Roger's shoulder to his hand on Roger's cock. The quick, wet smack of flesh is audible and the smell grows sharper in the small room. Jim pictures himself on his knees before them, letting Rafa jerk Roger's cock into his open mouth. He imagines the taste of it, biting on the fingers of his free hand to stop himself making any noise.

[(Anonymous)]

Any pairing - golden showers

[(Anonymous)]

Andy pulled her into his lap halfway through the match. "Had a lot to drink?" he murmured. "Well hydrated? That was a fuckin' big Coke." His fingers found their way under her shirt to the bare skin of her side. It was just a light brush, but it still made her squirm.

"Not here," she whispered. "Please, Andy, not here." God, not in public, he wouldn't.

"But you're so pretty, and you smell so good, and your tits jiggle so nice when I do this..."

His nails skittered lightly down her ribs, and she bit her lip so she won't make a sound. She couldn't keep still, and her tits were bouncing in her tank top, even more so when he moved his fingers down to her stomach.

"Please," she said, but she knew he wouldn't stop. He's had this thing since the first time. It was her feet the first time. He'd been rubbing them, hadn't even meant to tickle, or so he said, but she'd shrieked and tried to pull away, and the look on his face... He definitely had a thing for it. He did it when he was inside her, hands all over her, making her squeeze down around his cock and giggle and beg him to stop.

She didn't usually mean it. But this time, with everyone watching...

He eased her skirt up and brushed his nails against her inner thighs. "Tickle, tickle," he whispered, and she shivered.

Two weeks ago--well, she'd warned him, sitting in his lap, him working her over, ribs and tummy and finally holding her wrists in one strong hand so he could get under her arms. She'd had so much coffee, and she'd warned him, and he hadn't listened, and she'd--well. He wouldn't stop, and she'd lost control.

They'd both had a shower after, and she'd apologized so much, again and again, until he finally kissed and backed her up against the shower wall and squeezed her tits and told her he'd liked it.

Liked it. He'd gone really red when he said it, but. He'd said it. Meant it, too, apparently. Two days ago, she'd been heading for the bathroom first thing in the morning, and he'd caught her wrist and pinned her arms over her head and gone at it while she giggled and shrieked and begged and--finally--

It was too embarrassing. Really awful. But Andy liked it. And so she kind of couldn't help liking it too, just a little. She liked anything that made him look at her like that.

But not here.

"I don't have anything to change into," she hissed. "I don't-- I can't--"

He took a deep breath. "Okay. But after, yeah? Right after. We can go somewhere. I brought some clothes. Uh."

She nodded, leaning back against him in relief, feeling his big hands settle at her waist. "I have to, um. The ladies' room," she said.

"Wait. Please," he said. "It won't be much longer. Mardy's trashing this guy."

She could feel his cock, hard and hot, pushing up against her ass. She nodded and wriggled a little against it, hearing his soft moan in her ear.

[(Anonymous)]

roger/rafa; at a players party, roger has to deal with a gropey, emotional drunk rafa i front of everyone.(gropey and emotional with roger not the others)

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roger/rafa; at a players party, roger has to deal with a gropey, emotional drunk rafa i front of everyone.(gropey and emotional with roger not the others)

A/N:slightly (maybe very) offtrack from the given prompt.But tried my best



Roger arrived fashionably late. On entering the party arena his eyes scanned the crowd and settled on Rafa but he glanced away quickly.
Rafa eyes burned amber in jealous indignation.He hated Safin. Safin had no right be so close. Safin had no right to whisper in his Roger's ears. Safin had no right to lean towards Roger ever so intimately.
Rafa looked away and gulped down his drink at one shot. His throat burned but it was good. He wasnt hurting so much now.Feli looked at him curiously and maybe a little worriedly.Rafa knew that it was his 4th drink that night and he knew that being a bloody lightweight he should probably stop. But the drinks helped. It eased out the overwhelming pain and soothed his senses. All he felt now was a dull ache some where he couldnt pinpoint.
His eyes searched for Roger and when he found him, he moved towards him. Drawn towards him in morbid fascination.He bumped into something hard. Umphhhh His nose hurt. He looked up and his eyes met a smiling Safin.'Wait a second. Safin was smiling, the smug bastard.' Rafa frowned. He raised his hand but his balance deserted him and he landed on his ass.
Hands were helping him up."Rafa, you have too much to drink" He heard Roger saying. Rogi's voice was soothing. Rafa turned and put his arms around Roger's neck and buried his nose in Roger's shoulder. He wanted to stay like that forever.
Roger tried to disentangle Rafa but drunk Rafa was all 'octopus like' . "Rogelio I love u thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much" Rafa's handa eased his strangle hold on him but was now stretched to show how much he loved him. Roger turned a bright shade of beet red. He could hear Safin chuckling softly behind him. Andy had a amused look on his face. Carlos was looking very worried and turned pleading eyes to him.Roger nodded back reassuringly. Rafa meanwhile had managed to open his first few shirt buttons and his hands were stroking his nipples. Roger
sucked in air as a tremor of pleasure pulsed through his body. He was about to give in when he heard Safin whisper from behind him. " Roger. Get a room. Your brat has undone his zipper" He was jerked back to senses. His eyes surveyed Rafa.Roger looked down to find that Rafa's pants were on his knees now.Roger tried to free himself from the bundle of arms. Rafa looked completely ravishing, his hair tousled, lips slightly open and eyes brimming with tears. Roger once again attempted to free himself, a little bit more forcibly this time. Rafa jerked back hurt and started to move away from Roger. He didnt go far his legs got entangled in his pants and he fell face forward. Strong arms grabbed him. Rafa was now crying uncontrollably loud hiccupping sobs that racked his body.Roger tried to calm him. He ran a soothing hand drawing circles on his back and pulled his pants up and buttoned them with Carlos helping him hold the extremely fidgeting Rafa.A good number of people had gathered around them. Rafa kept on crying in humiliation and the dread of rejection from Roger. Soon he was hyperventilating . Roger gathered Rafa in his arms and rocked him and let him bury his face in his chest. Slowly he felt Rafa go limp in his arms. He kissed his forehead softly and picked him up and moved towards the exit leaving the players gasping.They were shocked to see the dignified and aloof Swiss to exhibit such tenderness and love.