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There was not a single cloud in the bright blue sky and the sun burnt down onto the red clay, making the air shimmer like in a desert. It was one of those mercilessly hot summer days that became unbearable before most people even had breakfast. A day when everyone around hurried inside, closed their shutters at sunrise, and tore their windows open at night, hoping for a fresh gust of wind coming from the sea.
Despite the unrelenting heat, some tennis players were still training, fighting the weather and testing their physical limits to withstand the conditions. After all, they couldn’t take a day off at an important tournament, either.
Feli was happy he had finished his training early, hours before noon and the cruel heat that came with it. It had already been uncomfortable enough in the morning. He still felt the torturous session in his body — his muscles were sore and his legs felt heavy, so he decided to take it easy this afternoon and just watch a bit. He was the only person around, not another soul to be seen for miles, the ranks of the court completely deserted. Sitting in the shade, he sipped from an ice-cold drink and enjoyed the way it prickled pleasantly against his tongue. It made the horrid conditions quite bearable and Feli almost felt like being on vacation, if not for the noises coming from the court reminding him of where he was. Too bad he wasn’t on a beach in Ibiza right now.
But oh boy, did the view he got make up for it and everything that had somewhat bothered him today.
While Rafa practised his inside in shots under Toni’s critical gaze, Feli also stared all be it in a very different way. He drank it all in, in awe at Rafa’s fluid movements, letting his eyes wander appreciatively over Rafa’s body and following the droplets of sweat running down his bare back. Mierda, this boy had muscles like no other; they shifted so beautifully underneath his smooth and golden-tanned skin. Feli could watch it for hours, watch and listen to Rafa's grunts echoing over the court, mixing with the sound of sliding over the clay.
Thank God it was so hot outside, giving Feli a perfectly innocent explanation for the flush of his skin and the way his tongue constantly had to wet his lips. Rafa was always a sight to behold and Feli would have been lying if he said he didn’t want to do more than just look.
“Hey, Hot Stuff.”
Feli flinched and almost spilt his drink as he turned around, finding Fernando standing right behind him, his bare chest only inches away. He smirked at Feli, his eyebrow raised suggestively.
“Hostia, Nando!” Feli hissed, his heart beating out of his chest. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.” Nando chuckled, sitting down in the plastic chair next to Feli and moving it closer to him. He folded one leg over the other and leaned in. “Drooling over Spain’s most promising young talent again?”
“Shut up,” Feli mumbled, shifting his weight to hide the outline of his half-hard dick straining against his shorts. “Also, he already won two majors. I think he’s proven himself. No need to call him promising anymore.”
Nando shrugged. “Why, I think he’s got more in him.”
“Well, duh. Who doesn’t think that?” Feli countered and watched how Rafa sprinted across the court, trying to get a ball. His thigh muscles really were something else. And his ass. Goddamn it, his ass.
“You’re drooling again,” Nando chuckled, putting an arm around Feli’s shoulder. Feli loved having him so close, even when it was thirty degrees outside. He didn’t mind the slightly sticky sweat on both of them, even liked the somewhat slick feeling. The way his skin prickled nicely whenever Nando touched him turned Feli on, especially when he let his fingers trail over his sensitive nape. It always reminded Feli of their nights together, entangled in the sheets, moaning each other’s names.
“Mhh,” Feli hummed, closing his eyes for a second and enjoying Nando’s caressing. “Can you blame me?”
“Oh no, definitely not.” Nando shook his head, a slight smile playing around his lips. “I have eyes, Feli.”
“Well, too bad he’s only got eyes for Federer,” Feli sighed heavily, putting his drink down, and leaned his head against Nando’s shoulder.
“Yeah.” Nando agreed, putting a hand on Feli’s thigh and suggestively rubbing circles into the hot skin. “Man, the things I would do to touch his ass.”
“It’s so round,” Feli said, using his hands to show how round exactly it looked. “I wanna bite it.”
Nando groaned low in his throat, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Not only that,” he murmured. “I wanna part his cheeks to lick from his tailbone right over his hole to his balls. I want his mouth on me and I wanna hear him get loud when I fuck him.”
Feli’s jaw dropped and he turned his head, blinking a few times at Nando. He wasn't used to Nando saying things like these, to vocalise his desires like this. Usually, it was Feli who talked dirty, who spurred Nando on with his words, who was the loud one when they fucked. He knew Nando liked it, loved it when Feli moaned and groaned, begging Nando to take him deeper, to go even faster.
“Tell me more,” whispered Feli, intrigued and fascinated by how wonderfully all those words sounded when they fell from Nando’s lips.
“Mierda, Feli,” Nando groaned. “Not here.”
“Well,” Feli replied, turning further around in his seat, and leered at Nando. He was hard already, riled up by the way Nando’s hand rested on his thigh, dangerously high. “You started it.”
Nando let out a deep breath and licked over his lips, once, twice. His hand on Feli’s thigh wandered even higher until they were only mere inches away from touching his cock. Feli’s breath hitched and Nando smiled wickedly.
“You’re right,” Nando mumbled. “I started it. Do you want me to finish it?”
“Always,” Feli gasped as Nando pressed his thumb into the sensitive skin right next to his balls. “But don’t change the topic, Nando.”
Nando chuckled and let his gaze wander back to Rafa, who was just wiping the sweat off of his body with a towel. His skin was still glistening, though, and Feli followed Nando’s gaze, watching how a droplet ran down Rafa’s spine until it vanished in Rafa’s pants. Too bad he wasn’t wearing white today.
“I’m not changing the topic,” Nando said, just as Toni made Rafa hurry to get back into position, wanting to continue their exercise. Feli couldn’t tear his gaze away from those thighs, this ass, this muscular back. Dios, what did he even do to look like this?
“You are,” Feli pouted, running his fingers over Nando’s arm. “I asked you to tell me more and you just don’t.”
“Told you I will say no more.” Nando grinned and massaged Feli’s thigh, sending sparks through his body. Holy shit, Feli wanted Nando to stop teasing him, wanted his hand on his cock right now, right here.
“You did, but I don’t accept that,” Feli countered, turning his head and running his mouth over Nando’s neck, right below his earlobe. “I want all the dirty details. I wanna know how you would fuck him.”
“Jesús,” Nando cursed, his eyes fluttering shut. He inhaled audibly, his muscles tensing as he visibly pondered whether to give in or not. “If… If I ever get to fuck him, I want you to watch. Or I’d make him suck your dick while I’m in him.”
“Fuck, I bet his mouth would feel so good,” Feli hummed. “You think he’s a good kisser?”
“Mhh.” Nando nodded, his breath uneven as Feli continued to nuzzle his neck. “I think he’s eager. Passionate. He probably can’t wait to get his mouth on you. You see him biting all those trophies? Yeah, I’m sure he loves kissing, loves giving head.”
“Joder, Nando,” Feli moaned and nibbled on Nando’s skin, careful not to leave a mark. He shifted his weight, so that Nando’s hand finally, finally rested against his cock, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of Feli’s shorts. “I want, fuck, I want his mouth on my cock while you kiss me. Or let him blow me while you fuck me. I bet he’s such a slut for it.”
“He can probably take you deep,” Nando agreed, not taking his hand away, but not starting to move it, either. Feli bucked his hips, but Nando acted as if he didn’t even notice the hardness right beneath his palm.
What a fucking tease.
“Swallow you all the way down, adapting to the rhythm I set by fucking you,” he continued stoically and Feli mewled quietly into Nando’s ear. Mierda, this was all getting too much and it was yet not enough.
“Touch me.”
“Here?” Nando said, but he wasn’t able to hide the hint of amusement in his voice. “People can see us.”
“Nobody is watching,” Feli countered, too desperate to care. His cock was twitching, pulsing against Nando’s still hand, and the image of Rafa sucking him off took him to the brink of madness. “Just… please, Nando, touch me.”
“Maybe I was wrong,” Nando whispered, turning his head to capture Feli’s lips in a short but intense kiss. It was enough to make Feli groan, to dig his nails into Nando’s arms to keep him close, to silently request more. “Maybe it’s you who’s the slut, Feli, as insatiable as you are.”
“I won’t deny that,” Feli breathed heavily, his hips rocking involuntarily. “Especially not if that’s what finally gets you to touch me.”
Feli’s whole body prickled with excitement as Nando’s fingers twitched, hinting he was close to giving in. “Joder, you’re so eager,” Nando sighed, wetting his lips. And then, painfully slow, he moved his hand and pressed his palm right against Feli’s cock.
Feli had to bite onto the inside of his cheek, hard, in order not to groan obscenely. His hips bucked upwards, his dick starving for more friction. Hostia, this was so good already, and Nando hadn’t even wrapped his hand around his cock yet. Every fibre of Feli’s body vibrated, every nerve ending tingled, when it hit him that anyone could turn their heads and see what they were doing.
This was taboo, this was something that’d get them into so much trouble if someone caught them, and that was exactly what turned Feli on so much.
“More,” he begged, his voice breaking halfway through the word, desperation and need fogging his mind. “Please, Nando, stop being a tease.”
“You’re such a slut, Feli.” Nando clicked his tongue dismissively, but the corner of his mouth was crooked into a wicked grin. Feli’s cock twitched in anticipation. He loved that expression on Nando’s face, promising and somewhat dangerous. “You really are. Wanting it here, right at the training court, right in front of Rafa?”
“You know I’d love him to watch,” Feli gasped and hummed in pleasure as Nando firmly pressed his palm against his crotch. Slowly, way too slowly, he began to massage Feli’s cock through the thin fabric of his pants, drawing a soft moan from his lips.
“I know you’d love him to do even more than just watching,” Nando corrected him. “And I’d also really love to see his lips wrapped around my cock. Or yours, I’m not picky.”
“Sí,” Feli’s breath was already coming in short, ragged blows. “And that ass. That ass just begs to be fucked.”
Nando leered at Feli. “So do you.”
“You love it,” Feli groaned, his head lolling back as Nando let his fingers slide under the hem of his shorts and touch his bare balls.
“I love it,” Nando affirmed, and although he didn’t seem visibly affected by what they were doing, Feli knew it was just a façade. If Nando could, he’d turn Feli around and fuck him raw, but he had more self-control in moments like these than Feli would ever have in his whole life. “I love it when you’re vocal, Feli. Just like Rafa is on court. But right now, I need you to be quiet.”
“Can’t promise that,” Feli replied, short of breath and clenching and unclenching his jaw so he could remain silent.
“Well, you have to,” Nando insisted. “I can’t gag you right now.”
“Fuck, Nando.” Feli’s eyes fluttered shut as vivid images came to his mind. Images of silky cloths and leather bands, the first keeping him from yelling and the latter neatly holding him in place. He was pulled back to reality the second Nando closed his fingers around Feli’s cock. The angle was awkward and his grip slightly too firm, but it still felt like heaven to Feli and he had to press a hand onto his mouth to stifle a moan.
“You’re so desperate, so eager,” Nando murmured, changing his position in order to get better access and to make his actions look less suspicious. “You really want him in our bed, right between us, his cock rubbing against yours, begging for us to use him?”
“Please, Nando,” Feli groaned, letting his legs fall open. Rafa’s grunts echoed over the court, mixing with Nando’s words about having them naked in his bed, and the lines between reality and fantasy blurred. It sent sparks through Feli’s body, pleasure twisting in his groin, and he rolled his hips, silently begging for more. Nando rubbed his thumb over the tip of Feli’s cock, eliciting a deep moan from him.
“Keep quiet,” Nando said, tightening his grip around Feli’s dick. He didn’t yet start to move, leaving Feli voicelessly begging and squirming in his chair. “I know you want Rafa to suck you off, I know you’d love to fuck him, push deep in him, but we don’t really want him to notice this now, do we?”
It was indeed fortunate that Rafa was always so focused during his training sessions and that Toni never paid much attention to things going on off court, as long as his nephew wasn’t distracted. Feli and Nando weren’t exactly discreet, everyone with eyes would have immediately seen what was going on between them, but the heat had forced everyone else inside long ago, nipping any interest in watching some players train in the bud.
“Be a good boy for me, Feli,” Nando continued and Feli dug his nails into his own thigh, not wanting to cry out loud. “Imagine Rafa’s cock is in your mouth to silence you. How thick it must feel, hot and hard. Take him as deep as you take me, let him use your mouth.”
“Fuck, Nando! Stop teasing me,” Feli tried urging Nando on, jerking his hips and pushing into Nando’s fist. Mierda, this was torture, those words, Rafa moving fluidly on the clay court, brutal and unstoppable – truly the bull of Manacor. Man, how much Feli wanted to know whether he was equally wild in bed. “Please, just… please.”
“You really want me to make you come in your pants like a desperate teenager, don’t you?” Nando asked playfully, finally moving his hand up and down ever so slightly. “Come on, listen to my words and Rafa’s grunts, imagine he’s moaning your name instead.”
“Sí,” Feli gasped and bit his lip immediately after as Nando started rubbing his thumb in circles over the sensitive tip of his cock. Feli’s skin prickled, making all his nerve endings feel like they were on fire, and heat coiled in his gut. His muscles twitched and he had to bite his tongue to stifle a moan when Nando began to move his fist right to the rhythm of Rafa’s shots on court.
“Listen to him,” Nando ordered. “Listen to his grunts. Oh, they turn you on, I know they do. Can you come from that? From my hand and his noises? From looking at him and imagining fucking him?”
“Yeah, I… Fuck, Nando.” Feli’s breath quickened and threw his head back, stopping himself from groaning out loud at the last moment. He was getting closer with every flick of Nando’s wrist, with every single one of Rafa’s grunts. “Fuck, please.”
“Dios, I love when you beg,” Nando marvelled, speeding up the pace and going for a quicker rhythm. Feli’s reaction was instant, his breath hitching and hand gripping the armrest so hard that his knuckles turned white. He was close, so close. “Come on, Feli, come for me.”
Nando’s finger flicked skillfully over the tip of Feli’s cock, once, twice, and a third time right when Rafa let out an obscenely loud grunt. Feli clenched his jaw in a desperate attempt to hold on slightly longer, but the orgasm washed over him in big waves he couldn’t fight. A moan he couldn’t stifle in time escaped his lips, and he clenched his eyes shut, just as hot spurts of come stained his shorts with wet spots.
Golden sparks danced in front of his eyes and he was riding high on his post-coital bliss, his chest heaving and falling visibly. He felt like floating and everything and nothing was real at the same time, creating a beautiful euphoria fogging his brain.
It took a while for Feli to fully come back to his senses and the world was too bright when he opened his eyes, white sunlight blinding him. He groaned and moved in his chair, realising his thighs clung painfully to the plastic seat. Wincing, he got himself in a more upright position, Nando’s hand around his wrist silently asking whether he was alright. Feli turned his head, looking into Nando’s questioning eyes, and smiled. Damn, he’d love to lean in and go for a deep and sloppy kiss, but he really didn’t want to stretch their luck right here, right now, of keeping this off the record.
A loud smash of a racket hitting a ball followed by an intense grunt drew Feli’s attention back onto court, back to Rafa, and a pang of guilt hit him, flashing like ice through his still scorchingly hot veins. Yet, even though he just came hard only mere moments ago, he felt his mouth water again at the sight and sounds.
Hostia, Feli wouldn’t be able to watch a match of Rafa’s without getting hard for a long, long time.