Tennis One Shots

Alexander Zverev

N.B. - You are a tennis player on the WTA tour and your doubles partner is Kristina Mladenovic. Have fun with this one :) This was done fairly tongue in cheek

*Your POV*
Kristie and I sat in the lounge with the other players, who were all watching Juan Martín and Tomas Berdych have a push-up competition on the floor, beads of sweat beginning to form on each of their foreheads. Roger was refereeing, Garbiñe was handing out drinks to everybody, and Angelique was the DJ for the night. It was the end of a long week of first round matches, and we were glad to finally get some relief. Next to me, sprawled out across the table, were Dom and Kristie, canoodling, kissing, and generally being a little bit sickening to look at.

"Hey Y/N, is it okay if I go upstairs to our room first?" Kristie asked, with Dominic hugging her from behind.

"Yeah of course, just let me in when I come up later okay? And Dom, behave!" I told them as Kristie dragged him to the lift and I watched as they travelled up the transparent, glass shaft.

"Three, two, one. And Tomas just takes it!" An excited Roger yells out as Juan is panting on the floor.

I laughed to myself, we were supposed to be world-class athletes, not a fraternity at a university! I grabbed myself another drink and leaned back on the wall at a quieter, darker corner of the room, hoping for some respite from the hysteria and hype.

"So, Kristina and Dom are dating? Don't expect to get back in your room tonight Y/N." A German accent suddenly spoke from behind me.

"Oh, hi Sascha. Yeah well Kristie said she'd let me in so I'm gonna flip out if she doesn't." I laughed and went over to him, leaning on the same patch of secluded wall.

"It's okay, I know the struggle. He's my doubles partner and won't ever shut up about Kristina." He rolled his eyes, taking a swig from his bottle.

"I'm glad somebody understands." I replied, finishing up my plastic cup of some shitty concoction of Garbiñe's.

I watched as, slowly, the numbers began to deteriorate as more and more players retired to their rooms in the luxurious hotel. Soon, it was just me, Alexander, and Nick Kyrgios left in the room. By now, I'd begun to feel tired, noticing my eyes involuntarily droop and an air of drowsiness take over me.

"Guys, who wants to do shots with me?" A loud, twangy Aussie accent reverberated in the room as Nick lined up eight tiny glasses of a clear liquid.

"Actually, I'm gonna have to pass on that, sorry Nick." I apologetically told him.

"Yeah me too man, see you tomorrow though." Sascha politely declined.

Nick shrugged care-freely and swallowed the contents of two glasses at once.

Sascha and I sauntered together to the lift, exhausted as we felt the toll the alcohol was beginning to have on our bodies. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, a lift arrived and we both got in.

"Which floor?" He asked, pressing number 5.

"Actually, I'm on your floor." I told him, leaning in close to press the 'close door' button.

We rode the lift in silence, a tension, yet not an awkward one, befell the air around us. Soon, the fifth floor arrived and we both got out. I walked over to my room, room 520, and knocked at the door once. Then again. And, yet again. No answer. I knew Kristie wouldn't have let me in, who knew what the two were doing? And in my room too!

Turning around, I hoped to catch Alexander again to see if he could help but his door closed just as I managed to swivel myself to face him, my only hope of rescue gone. Ugh I groaned. Desperate, I went over to Sascha's door, knocked, and waited patiently.

"Hello there, Miss Y/L/N. How may I help?" He asked, a silly look on his face.

"You were right Alex, they're not letting me in." I miserably grumbled, a yawn escaping my mouth.

"Okay, come on in. You look so tired." He pulled me in gently.

Immediately, I collapsed down onto his king sized bed as a satisfied sigh was gradually released.

"Do you want to grab a shower? I know it's been a long day for you Y/N." Sascha considerately asked me.

"Yes please." I tiredly and bluntly replied, a hint of an alcohol-induced slur in my speech was apparent.

I clambered into the bathroom, stripping off and carelessly throwing my clothes on the floor. I turned the shower on, my shoulders hunching up slightly as the cold water trickled down my body. Humming to myself, I lathered the shower gel into my skin and began to relax as the water evolved to warm and soothed my aching muscles.

Finally, I was done and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I walked out to see Sascha sitting on the bed, eyes glued to the TV.

"Hey, um I don't have any extra clothes Alex." I guiltily told him, today's attire in a bundle cradled in my arms.

"Oh here, try this." He got up, rummaged in his suit case and pulled out a burgundy jumper and some of his bright green Adidas training shorts and threw them at me.

I looked in disgust at the clash of colour, but who was I to complain? Slipping on the shorts under my towel I pulled them up onto my waist, having to pull the string tight to compensate for my tiny waist in comparison to Sascha's. As I did so, the towel fell to my ankles suddenly and I froze. It was almost like an immediate, subconscious reaction. Too overcome with embarrassment to do anything, I awkwardly stared, eyes wide open in shock, at Sascha who was also looking right back at me!

"Shit, Y/N, at least buy me a drink first." He exclaimed in mock disapproval as he threw the jumper over my head, chuckling.

Our bodies were close together now. His fingertips grazed my torso as he pulled the jumper over my head. I could see him attempting to avert his gaze. As his hands moved down, pulling the material over my exposed skin, I placed mine on his and guided his big, warm arms around me, looking up shyly to meet his eyes. His cheeks flushed as I stood on my toes, reaching up towards his perfectly formed mouth.

My eyes closed, and I felt his soft lips find their way to mine and brush delicately against them, teasing me as a soft moan escaped my mouth. His hands snaked around my waist and my legs instinctively wrapped around his firm torso. I smiled against the kiss, momentary bliss overcoming my body as my hands tousled his perfectly styled hair.

His lips moved, cautiously at first, then more adventurously as he started to relax, reaching my neck where a trail of soft kisses led his gentle touch to my collarbones. My hand reached up to flick the lights off, a sense of danger now hung in the air as we blindly kissed. Now, it was just me and him, all night. Another moan escaped my lips as he traced his hands along the contours of my body, his fingertips grazing my thighs as they climbed their way up...

Eghhhh, I need onefrozenheart to read this, it's like very subtle smut. Bleurgh. Don't laugh! Happy reading.