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Andrey Rublev
- Are you listening to me or not ?
The seconds tick by, but no response, and Andrey sighs. Either his friend is deaf or he is ignoring him on purpose.
Howerer his friend ... Andrey doesn't really know if he can regard Sascha as such.Can you still consider a person a friend when you have secretly wanted to put your mouth on hers since months ? They've known each other since they were kids, they were about ten years old the first time they met and became friends very quickly. Only it has been several months since Andrey doubts his feelings towards the German, wondering if they have crossed the friendship barrier.
Sascha has been behaving strangely with him since the start of this week in Boston, which Andrey doesn't understand. They have always been very close with German but from the second day Andrey felt that Sascha was different to him, much colder, more distant. German barely greets him on Tuesday mornings.
The young Russian then simply thought that Sascha must be having a bad day, maybe he had slept badly, and that his bad mood would be fleeting. However, Andrey quickly wondered when he saw Sascha behaving quite normally with Matteo. Then Andrey's doubts were confirmed, when he realized that his friend hadn't said a word to him all day as he spent his time laughing with their teammates for the week. Sascha even exchanged more words with Stefanos than with him. And yet Andrey knows well how the feeling does not pass between the two players.
Vexed and not understanding his friend's childish behavior, Andrey did not try to insist. Sascha wanted to be a jerk, for him to play it. In any case, he suspects that the German will eventually come back to him.
Well, that's what Andrey thought, but the young Russian hadn't imagined that Sascha could be such a jerk that he didn't talk to him about the week. Andrey did make a few attempts to strike up a conversation with Sascha, who each time made him realize that he didn't want to talk to him. The Russian then let it go, thinking mentally about how big a jerk Sascha could be when he decides to. And Andrey hadn't thought how much it would hurt to see one of his closest friends push him away like that.
So what could he have done to deserve such treatment from Sascha?
And even to this day, Sascha seems unwilling to say a word to him, which annoys Andrey to the utmost, who is still forced to put his pride aside and take a step towards his friend. They're going to be playing doubles together in less than two hours, so they're going to be forced to communicate at one point or another. As Sascha didn't seem determined to take that first step, Andrey was forced to do so.
- And oh Zverev, it's too much to ask of you to have even a minimum of respect when someone talks to you and at least to have the decency to pretend to listen !
Planted in front of Sascha, the young Russian then snatches the phone that his friend had in his hands. Maybe there at least Sascha will deign to listen to him. The German has already raised his head, it's almost a miracle!
- Ah well finally, I'm talking to you, you can't answer me!
- What do you want ?
Andrey hesitates, at the harshness of the tone used. Sascha had never spoken so harshly to him.
- What's your problem ?
- There is no problem, Sascha hastens to answer.
Andrey wonders whether he should laugh or put his hand on the German's cheek. He's not serious. How can he say there is no problem when he has been avoiding him for a week.
Either Sascha is completely stupid, or he blatantly laughs at him, but either way that doesn't make Andrey laugh and refrain from throwing Sascha a scathing spade. They're gonna have to play together in a little while, arguing now would be even more stupid.
- Okay, no problem if you say so, but if not, you are aware that we have like a match in two hours and that to win it it might be easier by doing something than all humans do and which in general works, namely to communicate ! Serious Sash we're gonna play together I'll call you back, don't you think it would be better if we talked ?
- The tactics we have already seen earlier with the team, do you want us to review it ?
Andrey sighs, there is definitely nothing to do, Sascha does not understand anything.
- Do whatever you want, after all it's not like the team is counting on us to win, Andrey retorts sarcastically.
He then hands his phone back to Sascha and leaves the German alone and walks away with a sigh. Sascha didn't feel like trying and Andrey was tired of trying in the void.
The Russian looks like he's trying to talk to a wall. Too bad for the game, Andrey just hopes that despite the lack of communication they can play together and hopefully that will be enough to win.
As Andrey had feared, they didn't talk to Sascha again until they took the pitch. They exchange a few tactical banalities and Andrey sighs. There is nothing more. Not even a friendly word, encouragement. If they weren't going to play together in the next few moments, Andrey would have fluffed to Sascha is racket.
However Andrey tries to keep a facade smile, the Russian not wanting everyone to realize the tension between Sascha and him. And even less their opponents who could use this weakness to their advantage.
They narrowly lost the first set in the tie break. Despite the lack of communication and the silly mistakes they made, they were very close to winning, their opponents not playing their best tennis.
A result during this first set which does not seem to suit Sascha. Andrey knows him by heart and he knows his friend is fuming inside. However Andrey didn’t say, especially since it was partly thanks to Sascha that they were able to follow their opponents in this way.
Disturbed by the German’s attitude, Andrey has rarely played so badly and he knows it was he who lost them most of the points. Andrey has to admit that they may be lucky that Sascha looked like him perfectly in his game, making up for his bullshit as best he can.
They notably lost the set through his fault. A double fault on the serve and then on the next point he let the ball go for Sascha who he thought was better placed than him to return it. He didn't notice, however, that Sacha had actually moved and was on the other side of the court.
- But what the hell are you doing, why didn't you hit this ball ? You give them the set or what ! Sascha exclaims.
- And you ! Why you did not take it! You just had to move your ass !
Andrey knows full well that his friend could never have returned the ball, not being placed on the right part of the court at all, but it is just his pride that speaks in the moment.
- No but my word you do it on purpose! You were in front and I was at the bottom completely on the other side, how you wanted me to have it! You were in a much better position than me!
- Oh yeah and how do you want me to know if you don't tell me! A super practical trick for a double is communication! Talking with your partner is easier and strangely afterwards you play better!
- But the partner must not have decided to play with the opponent!
- Oh fuck you Zverev!
Sascha doesn't bother to answer, just letting out a loud sigh as Andrey tightens his grip around his racquet. Suddenly he thinks that the ball which is still in the pocket of his shorts, would find its place perfectly on the German's face. But he is holding back. One because he knows such a move would disqualify them on the spot. And two because Sascha may be insufferable when he gets down to it, Andrey would never see himself hurting him, he loves her too much for that.
So he returned to sit on the bench, noticing the glare Sascha gave Nick Kyrgios, after the latter had quietly whispered a few words in his ear. Surely a little peak again. The two haven't loved each other for years and they haven't stopped looking for each other all week. Nick taunts Sascha and the German foolishly goes into his game every time.
Andrey finds himself alongside Sascha on the bench, the two players surrounded by their team, who takes advantage of this moment of pause to give them some advice and to motivate them again. Andrey nods mechanically, giving the impression of listening, despite being completely elsewhere, focusing his attention on his teammate who is vigorously moving his leg.
Sascha is nervous, way too nervous and Andrey knows him, on the verge of running his nerves on his racket. The young Russian sighs. With Sascha so nervous, he knows they don't stand a chance of winning, the German having a tendency to lose his way when he's so tense.
Then as Andrey dreaded, they lose this match. Still so disturbed Andrey failed to raise his level of play, while Sascha also missed out on this second set, making too many silly mistakes. Mistakes that cost them victory. They will not win the cup for their team, and Andrey is hoping that Stefanos, who will play in the singles right after them, will be able to bring them that last victory they miss.
Andrey briefly claps Sascha's hand before going to greet their opponents, the young Russian exchanging a few words with Denis.
- Shut your fucking mouth Nick!
Hearing the exclamation, Andrey turns his head sharply and his heart misses a beat, when he clenched Sascha with his fists, glaring at Nick, who seems to continue to provoke him. His friend then pushes the Australian hard and that's when Andrey reacts, grabbing Sascha's wrist and pulling him back. Nick not being the goofy type was about to retaliate and Andrey sensed that Sascha's fist was about to go out.
Damn, but the German has gone completely crazy ! He had the attention to come to blows on a court, in front of packed stands and all the cameras. But what is wrong with him !
- But what are you doing ! Are you crazy! Stop that ! Exclaims Andrey.
Andrey then struggles to maintain Sascha who does not seem determined to calm down, but the Russian ends up succeeding in getting him completely away from Kyrgios, dragging him to their bench on which he forces the German to sit down. .
- No you're not moving from there! Andrey picks up as Sascha was about to get up.
This time the German doesn't try to resist and sits quietly, sighing as he takes his face in his hands. The German who half-listens to the blower their captain is passing him and instead tries to get his emotions back in check.
Sascha then apologizes to the team, for losing his nerves, before getting his things back and heading to the locker room. Want to go in the shower quickly. Andrey knows that the post-game showers are a time that Sascha greatly appreciates, allowing him to clear his mind, to find himself a bit lonely.
Andrey does the same, enjoying the warm water running over his body. He finishes before Sascha, as so often the German spends an hour in the shower, but rather than join his team, Andrey waits for his friend.
The Russian is fed up with this tension that has reigned between them since the start of the week. He wants to know what's wrong with Sascha. And he would also like to understand what happened to him on the court. Nick threw spikes at him all week, it wasn't like Sascha wasn't used to it, so why did you react that way today.
Luckily, Sascha didn't last long in the shower, Andrey doesn't have to wait too long for him and when the German comes back he looks a lot more relaxed and at ease than he did a few minutes ago.
Then to his surprise Sascha even gives him a thin smile, and although surprised Andrey responds shyly. Decidedly, he no longer understands anything with German.
Far from worrying about his questions, Sascha takes off his shirt, searching his gym bag for a soothing cream, while Andrey grimaces at the sight of a bluish mark starting to form on his friend's lower back.
It was the young Russian in the last play who completely missed his serve, the ball bouncing directly off his friend's back. Sascha had hurt instantly, but Andrey didn't think the bruise would be so prominent so visible on Sascha's porcelain skin.
- Andrey.
Sascha's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he lifted, his gaze unable to stop drifting over the German's muscular chest.
- Can you help me please ?
Sascha then points to the cream he is holding in his hands, the Russian realizing that he probably can't reach the painful part of his back. Although hesitant, Andrey nods positively.
Andrey then shyly stretches his fingers towards Sascha's back and notices the German shivers as his fingers barely brush his skin. Andrey doesn't pay any more attention, however, slowly applying the product to his friend's back, who sighs in relief.
- I'm sorry I spoke like shit to you on the pitch and got carried away at the end of the game.
- Um .. But what happened with Nick?
- I ... I didn't appreciate his words and I ... I went nuts, Sascha stammers.
Andrey finishes applying the cream, wiping his hands on his towel and sits down next to Sascha before answering, slightly surprised the German has apologized. Proud as he is, that's really not his style.
- What did he tell you ?
- What ?
- Nick, what did he say to you to get carried away like this ?
- Something about you and I ... He didn't have to say such a thing, Sascha replies, cheeks flushed with shame.
Andrey frowns, suddenly wondering if Sascha isn't literally kidding him. The German barely spoke to him all week and he is seriously telling her that probably Nick's criticism made him lose his temper. It doesn't make sense to Andrey.
- Are you kidding me ?
- No why ?
- Are you kidding or what Sascha! You ignore me all week, you talk to me like a dog on that fucking court and you say you pick on Nick because he said something about me! But there is something really wrong with you! Either I'm the one who's stupid and can't keep up or ...
- Why didn't you tell me you had someone? Sascha cut.
Andrey suddenly stops in what he was saying, staring at Sascha. He doesn't even understand his question. But what the hell is his friend talking about.
- But what are you talking about, I have no one! But where do you get such bullshit from, it is not right with you or wha ! retorts Andrey.
- But I ... I saw the video with this guy and you ... I thought you two ...
Andrey sighs, realizing immediately what video Sascha is referring to, and Andrey curses Daniil again for it. Video from a week or two in which he is seen dancing in the arms of a slightly older man, who finds nothing smarter than to kiss him by surprise, while Andrey had none desire.
The young Russian then hastened to push him away, but obviously this is not seen in the images, especially since the other asshole was not determined to let go, and even stuck a part of it. the evening trying several times to kiss her and surely to get more. Something that made Andrey extremely uncomfortable.
Daniil was completely drunk when he filmed, and couldn't think of anything better than mistakenly posting the video to his Instagram account. Andrey realized it a few minutes later, and was quick to delete it, but it was already too late.
Andrey didn't even know if Sascha saw it or not and even if he did, he doesn't understand. The German seriously ignored him all week for it, because he thought he was in a relationship.
- And you were thinking bullshit! He kissed me by surprise without really asking my autorisation, he pissed me off all night, but I'm not with man!
Sascha stares at him wide-eyed, running her hand nervously behind his neck. The German must be seriously feeling stupid.
- He forced you to kiss him? Sascha asks with clenched fists.
- Not forced but he didn't ask me either if I was okay but that's not so much the point, is it seriously because of this that you ignored me all week? Did you really hit me up because you thought I had someone?
Cheeks flushed with shame, Sascha doesn't answer, but Andrey considers his silence a yes and his heart suddenly misses a beat. No, it still can't be what he's thinking.
Yet he only sees that which might explain why Sascha behaved like this with him. A way to hide his suffering.
- Sascha you ... Is it thinking that I was in a relationship that you didn't like ?
Andrey notices that the German doesn't even dare to look him in the eye, playing nervously with his fingers, as the young Russian's heart pounding in his chest. He's not dreaming, that's what he's really thinking.
Andrey then walks over to Sascha and shyly runs his legs back and forth across the German's, settling astride her thighs. Andrey then gently grabs Sascha's face between his fingers, forcing her to face him.
- Andrey ... Sascha gasps.
The two young players stare at each other for long seconds, Andrey not being able to tear himself away from Sascha's burning gaze. Both of them no longer dare to move, seeming hesitant.
Then Andrey got tired of thinking. The young Russian leaned over slightly and closing his eyes rested his lips on Sascha's.
Sascha responds to his kiss, the German's strong arms closing behind his back as their tongues intertwine. There is no sweetness in this kiss, just a pressing desire to discover every bit of the other's mouth, a desire for too long unacknowledged. A burning desire to make their feelings, so long repressed, understood.
It's completely out of breath that Andrey pulls back, biting Sascha's bottom lip, who lets out a low moan.
- Why didn't you try to come talk to me instead of stewing yourself like that? Asks the Russian, still panting.
- I don't know I ... I was afraid that you would push me away and it would ruin our whole friendship, but I ... It made me bad to imagine you with someone else, Sascha stammers.
- So shouting at me was a better idea," Andrey quipped.
Sascha shrugs weakly, giving Andrey a sorry look who can't help his smile, gently brushing the German's cheek.
- You know you're a big jerk Zverev anyway.
- A jerk who loves you, Sascha said.
- But still a jerk.
The two young players chuckle lightly, Sascha nestling his face in the crook of his neck, which he sprinkles with a kiss, reaching up to his chin.
- The neighbor who kisses you without your consent I swear I will kill him.
Andrey rolls his eyes, still unable to suppress his smile at the overly protective side Sascha has always had with him.
- Shut up and kiss me instead.
He doesn't have to repeat that over and over again to the German who regains possession of his lips, the grip behind his back deepening. Sascha presses him a little more against him and Andrey moans when he feels Sascha's hardness against his thigh.
- Sascha ...
- I want you, German whispered in her ear.
Andrey shivers at the warm German breath, and restrains himself from moaning as Sascha's thumbs slid under his shirt, caressing the skin of his hips. Sascha is nuts, they're in a locker room, which anyone can walk in at any time. Not to mention their team who must surely be waiting for them.
- Here but if ... If someone enter ?
Andrey hesitates. He wants Sascha so much but here ... It's madness.
- Are you freaking out ?
This azure gaze, burning with desire, this slightly visible hint of mistrust. The lower lip Sascha chews provocatively.
Andrey can't resist this, too bad for his will. He really wants to do it with Sascha.
- I hate you Zverev, sighs the Russian.
He doesn't give Sascha time to reply anything and then places a hand on the German's chest, pushing him back against the wall, before pulling his t-shirt over his shoulders, swinging him on the floor. .
- Overbearing, I like it, Sascha whispers.
- And there are other things I can make you like.
Andrey then captures the German's lips and kisses him lovingly, rolling his hips lightly and putting more pressure against Sascha's hardness. The German's skillful hands glide over the white skin of his chest and Andrey feels his body ablaze with the touch, his manhood swelling with desire. Russian is impatient.
Then Sascha's lips find his neck, biting, licking greedily, sucking on his pale skin, but not hard enough to leave marks, as his fingers slip inside Sascha's joggers. The German is so harsh, and he lets out a moan that chokes on Andrey's neck.
Andrey craves Sascha so much and quickly pulls the German's hair out, bringing his face up to level.
- Sascha ... Go ahead, gasps the Russian.
- Have you ever done that ?
- Yes, I want you, please Sascha.
The two players are forced to separate the time to get up and Andrey moans in front of the void to no longer feel the heat of the German. Sascha hastens to regain possession of his lips, however, Andrey desperately clinging to the back of his neck as Sascha pushes him against the wall, his powerful body pressing him against the wall of the locker room.
Damn, they're gonna fuck seriously in here. Sascha is really going to take him here against that wall and Andrey shudders in excitement at the thought, his hands having already started lowering Sascha's joggers.
- Someone is impatient with what I see, the German whispered sensually to him.
Sascha then decides to tease him, touching every part of his body, slowly kneading her buttocks, extracting sighs of pleasure from the Russian. German drives him nuts and his hot, hard manhood against his thigh makes him lose all coherent thought.
The German takes the time to prepare it, slipping two fingers inside him, but the Russian quickly wants more.
- Sascha please, pleads Andrey.
- What do you want ?
- You know very well...
- Hmm no I don't know, Sascha teases him, tell me what you want.
Andrey bites his lower lip, under the mischievous gaze of Sascha, who waits for the young Russian to say what he wants to hear.
- Fuck me Zverev, Andrey gasps.
- As you wish Rublev.
Sascha then slides his hands under his thighs and lifts him off the ground with disconcerting ease as Andrey wraps his legs around the German's waist and his arms behind his neck.
Eyes staring into Sascha's blue, Andrey nodded positively, making it clear to the German who was expecting approval from him that he could go.
Andrey bites his lower lip, stifling his moan. Sascha then starts to move slowly but quickly Andrey wants more and he can't hold back the moans, his fingernails digging into Sascha's white skin. It will surely leave its mark, but Andrey isn’t able to care.
It's so good. He has dreamed of this for so long.
Sascha finds the point and it's a wave of pleasure that radiates all over the body of the Russian, a pleasure that is increased tenfold as Sascha's fingers wrap around his cock. The two young players come at the same time, Andrey spilling onto Sascha's fingers, who muffles his moans in his neck, his body still shaking with spam.
Breathing still panting, Sascha pulls back and Andrey nearly collapses when the German puts him back on the floor. His legs still feverish he clings to Sascha's neck
- Fuck Andrey I ... it was, hardly articulate Sascha.
Intense, bestial, passionate.
An uncontrollable desire, a desire stronger than anything to possess the body of the other.
Andrey now tenderly kisses Sascha's shoulder, who slowly comes to his senses, occasionally tucking behind the German's ear a few unruly strands of the now disheveled blonde hair, before whispering:
- I love you...
Sascha in response simply puts his lips to his, kissing him lovingly. Just a sweet, tender, loving kiss.
Then they scrambled to get dressed, putting on their blue Team Europe outfits and the two hoped their teammates hadn't noticed their long absence.
Much to Andrey's surprise, Sascha slips an arm around his shoulders and the Russian shyly wraps his arm around Sascha's waist who gives him a bright smile, chastely laying his lips to his forehead.
- You're not bothering Nick ... worries Andrey, as they are about to return to the sidelines with their teammates.
- Um, I can't guarantee that, that he doesn't dare to bother you and I will be wise, chuckles the German.
- You know I can defend myself very well on my own !
- I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I love you, you are my baby to me and I would kill to the first one who tries to hurt you, and even more if his name is Nick Kyrgios!
- You are aware that you are only a few months older, that's all ...
- That's a detail, you still my baby to me!
Andrey rolls his eyes, but he can't help but smile silly, chastely kissing Sascha's cheek. He won't admit it in front of the German, but he's so happy to have her by his side. It’s so reassuring to have someone he can count on, who he can support himself with. A person who would do anything to protect him.
Sascha may have a very bad temper at times, he's probably the person who has managed to piss him off the most in his life, but Sascha is also the one he loves the most and loved the most in his life.
Andrey often doubted, but today he is almost certain; he is madly in love with Sascha Zverev.