Evil plan
Pairing: Danny Wilson/Ross Perry
Other characters: Kal Naismith, Kyle Hutton, Andy Little
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: Danny goes on a lads holiday with his old friends from Rangers. He has a history with one of them, and it looks like the connection is still there.
Notes:
- Not sure anyone is interested in these boys. They're adorable though.
It was just a lads weekend away to Ibiza. Nothing special.
Danny hadn't been away with them for a few years, not since the summer he signed for Liverpool, but he'd seen more of them over the last few months, since he moved to Edinburgh.
So it felt like old times, although he supposed that was mainly because it was old faces, guys he'd grown up with.
He came down the stairs to the sundeck next to their infinity pool, and raised an eyebrow at Kyle who was making them cocktails at the bar. “This place is decadent.” Kyle grinned, ever so proud of the house he’d booked for them. “Shut up, you love it.”
With an almost careless shrug, Danny sat down on one of the loungers, let his eyes slide over the other lads. Kal was playing around by himself in the pool. Ross stood a bit further, one foot on a chair, slathering on the sunscreen. His arms and chest were already done, and he was now slowly, very slowly, doing his legs.
When he looked up, the corners of his mouth were curled just a little upwards. “Can you do my back?"
The laugh Danny let out was not intentionally hoarse, but it was perceived that way, judging by the way Ross walked over to him with a dark look in his eyes. Danny spread his legs, and Ross sat down with his back to him, holding the bottle of sunscreen out over his shoulder.
Danny grinned at Kyle, before squirting some of the liquid on the small of Ross' back, mumbling softly. “You like that?” Immediately Kyle slammed the bottle of vodka in his hands down, frowning angrily. “No.” He pointed in their direction. “You two.” Waggled his finger. “Not again.”
Even though he knew he'd never pull it off as well as Ross could, Danny tried his best to look very innocent, and Kal’s head suddenly popped up over the side of the pool, arms crossed and chin resting on his hands. “What's going on?”
With his lips pursed, and his hands in his side, Kyle looked like an angry schoolteacher, and Danny fought hard not to start laughing, his fingers gently rubbing the sunscreen over Ross' back, marveling at the way his freckles were spread out over his shoulders. Clearly Kyle had seen that Danny was distracted, because he raised his voice. “These two have been playing this game for as long as I can remember.”
Kal frowned. “What game?” Kyle huffed, arms out indignantly. “This sexual tension game.” Kal cocked his head. “That's a game?”
When Ross chuckled, Danny thought it may have been partly to not make any other sounds, seeing how the Hearts captain had pushed his fingertips in the waistband of his shorts. “It doesn't have to be a game. We can be done with it as soon as Danny gives in.”
With a snort, Danny leaned forward, pressed his chest against Ross' back. He knew that the Rangers defender liked how big he'd gotten over the last year, although they'd been playing this game since he was a pimply boy with a beer belly, so it had never really been just about that. He deliberately breathed over Ross' ear. “Or you could give in.”
Kal sounded positively whiny now. “Give in to wha-haat?”
Never even considering that their friends might take offense, Danny slid his hands over Ross' sides, making him suck in a breath, then moved them forward, one coming to rest over his belly button, the other cupping his dick. “Me.”
For a few seconds, it was just them, Ross hardening under his fingers, his breathing speeding up.
But then Kyle slammed both hands down on the bar. “No. This ends here.”
Ross slowly pulled Danny's hands off him, rubbed at the white sunscreen stain Danny’s hand had left on his swimshorts. “Yeah? Are you gonna decide for us?”
It was like a fucking lightbulb went off over Kyle's head, his smile was so bright. “Yes.” He nodded, clapped his hands together in delight. “Yes! We will decide.”
A fucking weight fell off Danny's shoulders, really, and he pressed his lips behind Ross' ear, hoped that was one place where he wouldn't taste like sunscreen. “What do you say?” Ross shrugged, reached behind him to pat Danny's arse. “Sure.”
Kyle marched towards the house, Kal heaving himself out of the pool and padding after him mumbled I don't get it. They could hear screams of Kyle's Andy, I need your help and the other man's ominous if you need an evil plan, I am your man.
***
When the yelling started inside less than ten minutes later, Ross raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Danny, who was stretched out on the lounger next to him. They'd only been there fifteen minutes, and the both of them were looking pinkish already. “What do you think they're up to?”
Danny showed that lopsided half smirk of his, shrugged. “They're Kyle and Andy. Nothing good, I suppose.”
It was another ten minutes later, when Danny was wrestling an umbrella to create some shade, and Ross was making them new drinks, that the three others stepped outside. Kal had a serious look on his face, the kind of concentration they only really saw on the pitch, and not even always then. He gestured at the loungers. “Gentlemen, please sit down.”
Humoring him, Ross sat down, handed Danny his cocktail and frowned when Andy immediately took place on the foot of his chair, Kyle doing the same with Danny.
Kal cleared his throat, produced a stack of cue cards. “So, we have come up with a plan.” Andy grinned, threw a look at Ross. “An evil plan.” Ross snorted, and Kal raised his voice. “There will be three rounds where you can win one point, and at the end of the game, the winner gets to stick his cock up the loser's arse.”
There was no reaction from Danny, so Ross didn't say anything either. He'd have to get him alone at some point though, make sure he was alright with all this. He didn't want Danny to do anything against his will.
“Since two members of the jury...” Kal threw a meaningful look at Andy and Kyle. “... didn't have it in them to remain impartial...” Andy reassuringly squeezed Ross' ankle with a quiet you've got this, mate. “... they have been demoted to coaches instead of judges, leaving me the deciding vote on each challenge.”
With a flourish, Kal switched to the next cue card. “I will take into account creativity, ardor, determination and level of excitement for each judging.”
He took a deep breath, looked at Ross first, then Danny, and nodded when he noticed he had their full attention. “There is only one rule:...” He turned to his next cue card, took a deep breath to build the suspense. “No shagging before sundown tomorrow.” Kyle grinned, leaned towards Danny. “That's my line.” Danny patted him on the shoulder with a proud good one, mate, then looked up to roll his eyes at Ross.
Kal produced the next cue card. “The first round will be...” He left a dramatic pause, and both Andy and Ross started drumming their fingers on the loungers. Kal held his hand up. “... kissing. You have until midnight. Make the other man kiss you first, and win. Otherwise we will judge who looked the most tempted.”
With a snort, Ross looked at Danny, who was leaning back, foot against Kyle's side as he tried to push him off the chair. Andy stood, towered over them. “Pucker up, Danny boy. Ross has got this.” Immediately Kyle stood, chest puffed out. “Oh really? I think Ross will be begging before the night is over.” Andy smirked, flicked Kyle's ear. “Don't even try...”
Words flew as the two newly appointed coaches started wrestling, laughter and taunts sounding loudly in the otherwise quiet afternoon, and then they bumped into Kal, the three of them more rolling than falling into the pool, and the youngest boy spluttering and yelling you fuckers ruined my cards.
Ross took their distraction as an opportunity to look at Danny, brows knitting together in a worried frown. “Are you okay with this?” Danny shrugged, stretched his legs. “Sure, it's just a bit of fun.” Ross lowered his voice as he noticed Kal was genuinely upset about his cue cards and tried to get out of the pool. “Well, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”
There was a bit of cockiness in the way Danny sat up, placed his feet on the ground between their chairs, and leaned forward. “Are you chickening out?” He cocked his head, and he'd never looked less like someone Ross needed to look out for. Well, not in a caring sense anyway. He looked positively predatory. “Because I plan to win this thing.”
Grinning with more bravado than he felt, Ross nodded. “Okay, let's do this.” He stood, and with his drink in his hand, he walked inside. He needed to get out of the sun, because he wouldn't be winning anything when looking like a lobster.
***
Ross was just buttoning his shirt, when Andy snuck in, held out a pair of jeans. When Ross didn't immediately take them, Andy threw them at him. “Put those on, you need to show off your legs.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ross pulled his own jeans off, and pulled Andy's on. Except that they were uncomfortably tight, too tight in fact, to be Andy’s. He shook his head, walked to the ensuite to try and judge himself in the mirror. “I'm not wearing these.” Andy pursed his lips. “Your legs are to die for. Danny won't be able to keep his hands to himself.”
Getting frustrated with his inability to see himself completely, Ross walked out of his room to the hallway, where there was a full length mirror. He stared in horror when he saw the whole picture though. The pants stuck to his legs like a second skin, outlining every muscle when he flexed. The seam dug into his arse, giving it a rounder shape than it really was.
But the worst thing was the way his privates were squished together, bulging under the zipper in a too obvious way.
Ross looked at Andy, who stood in the doorway. “Where the hell did you get these? They're like little boys pants.”
As if on cue, suddenly Kal stormed from his room. “Who took my jeans? I swear to God if you...” He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Ross standing there, hummed approvingly. “Playing dirty, mr. Perry. I like.”
He was just about to go back to his room, to try and get them off, when Danny stepped into the hallway with Kyle, probably curious about the ruckus. And although the coaches were both keen on their player winning, they were clearly not going to stand in the way of anything, as Kyle gave Danny a gently push in Ross' direction.
It seemed like Danny moved in slow motion, his eyes skimming over Ross' chest, but then halting on his legs. Andy had made a good call on the legs thing, and Ross would’ve worked it, if the jeans hadn’t been a total disgrace in every other way.
Danny seemed to disagree, as he suddenly crouched down, hands coming to rest on Ross' thighs, eyes wide and dark when he looked up. “Do you think...” He licked his lips, and fuck, these jeans were becoming painful. “...a blowjob as a kiss?” He leaned just a little closer, bumped his nose against Ross’ cock.
This close. Ross was this close to begging for it, when Kal's business voice sounded. “Technically, we'll count all mouth action as a kiss. Hope that answers your question.” Ross blinked, and Danny let out a long suffering sigh while he slowly stood, hands straying more than they really had to as he used Ross' legs for leverage. “That was a close one then.”
He walked away, and all Ross could think that he looked broad and strong and fucking gorgeous in his plain white t-shirt, and that maybe his legs were Danny's weakness, but they knew what Ross liked as well.
***
It was dark in the club, and the both of them had maybe a bit too much to drink. It was the only explanation Danny had for letting Ross press up against his back, hands on his hips with the tips of his fingers under his t-shirt.
They hadn't talked during dinner, although Danny had caught Ross looking a few times. But then again, he'd been looking too.
Danny wasn't much of a dancer, and he'd always thought that Ross wasn't either, but maybe it was the primal sound of thumping house music, or maybe Ross had learned to move to the beat, but there was a rhythm there, and Danny managed to follow it without too much effort. They were swaying mostly from side to side, because Ross had pressed his hips, his cock against Danny's buttocks, and it felt exquisite enough for him to not want to break that contact.
The song changed, the lights seemed to dim, and Ross' hands roamed, one sliding to pinch a nipple, something that had always bothered Danny, but somehow added to the excitement now. The other slid down, and in the darkness of the club, with people pressing in closely on all sides, Danny didn’t think anything of it when Ross cupped him through his jeans, putting just the right amount of pressure to make him buck his hips. The way Ross moaned right into his ear when Danny pressed his arse back against him, was proof that at least he was getting off on this as well. Ross sunk his teeth into Danny's earlobe, his voice rough. “This is just like the Jacuzzi.”
It was as if someone had turned the heat up a few degrees, and Danny wondered if he could get away with ripping his shirt off. But that would mean he'd have to pull away from Ross, and that wasn't something he was willing to do right now. He remembered the jacuzzi very well, the first time they'd fooled around, years before. Danny had sat in Ross' lap, back against the older boy's chest as he'd closed his eyes and pretended it was a girl jerking him off. Which had lasted for less than a minute, and focusing on his friend's hand on his cock only brought release quicker.
Ross still smelled the same, although his hands seemed smaller now, and definitely more freckled. It was the thought of those freckles all over Ross' arms, shoulders, chest, not to mention his legs, that made Danny turn around, and crash their mouths together before he could even reconsider.
On one side of him, someone cheered, on the other side a disappointed groan, and then someone slapped the back of his head. Danny had been so caught up in Ross that he'd not even noticed the other three standing by. But he noticed when they ushered them out of the club, Andy thumping Ross emphatically on the back, as Kyle kept saying stuff like we'll get him tomorrow and we've not lost yet.
It was only in the taxi back to their house, when Kal cleared his throat, and with a very important look on his face made eye contact with all four of them from the front seat. Danny was worried to look at Ross, who was sitting on the other side of the back seat, Andy and Kyle entangled in between them. “It's time to declare the winner.”
Danny could feel his cheeks flush, suddenly embarrassed by his lack of control. But then Kal grinned triumphantly, and pointed at him. “Since Ross got a bit fresh with your ear earlier, you have won this round.”
The mere thought of Ross' teeth on his earlobe was enough to send blood rushing to his cock again, and Danny turned his face away to look out the window, almost falling over himself when the taxi stopped and he hurried inside. A hand grabbed his wrist just before he got to the front door, and then Ross was there, eyes still so dark, and face pulled into a grimace. Just the slightest step aside, and they were stood behind a plant, hidden from the taxi driver's view. It didn't matter anymore who moved first now, all that mattered was Ross' body pressing Danny to the wall, his thigh between Danny's legs, his fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans.
It had never been like this between them. It had always been playful, about experimentation mostly. This urgency was new, and Danny ran his fingers through Ross' hair, angled his head more to his liking, tried to get the upper hand, but not really feeling disappointment when he couldn't. From the way Ross was rutting against him, it felt like he knew what he was doing anyway.
But then suddenly they were pulled apart, with Andy guiding Ross inside, and now he was saying they'd lost the battle, but not the war, and Kyle was cheering happily in his ear.
It looked like they'd have to wait another 24 hours before they could finish this.
***
Ross hadn’t slept very well. Andy had followed him into his bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, he’d given Ross a lecture, about keeping his eye on the goal and getting carried away and being irresponsible. The way he talked made Ross think he and Kyle had a lot of money on the outcome, so he stopped listening halfway through.
He’d desperately wanted a wank, but Andy suddenly declared he wouldn’t let Ross out of his sight, because he didn’t trust him. That was how he ended up being spooned by the Northern Irishman, who was snoring happily in his ear, while Ross lay awake, still hard, still frustrated.
The next morning didn’t prove much of a relief. Andy was watching him like a hawk, even got under the second spray when Ross was in the shower, talking about a dream he had where he was a fighter pilot in WWI.
Danny had clearly not fared any better. He had a tight look on his face, and he slapped Kyle’s hand away when he rested it lightly on his arm. Ross sat down across from him, raised an eyebrow when he noticed Danny was slumped in his seat, but then he realized that everything below his waist was now hidden by the table cloth, and he quickly mimicked him.
Breakfast was quiet and mostly enjoyable, except for Danny’s knee rubbing against his leg under the table every time he moved even an inch. Until Kal cleared his throat, and he tented his fingers together in an attempt to look important, before turning towards Ross. “Why have you never fucked?”
For a second, Ross thought he’d heard it wrong, that his overstimulated brain was playing tricks on him. But then Kal smiled, sweetly, and he nodded. “Because you’ve done everything else, right? Kyle said you’ve been fooling around since you were 16?”
When Danny snorted, Ross looked at him, but the younger man had his eyes on Kal. “He was 16. I was 14.” Ross frowned. “You weren’t that young.” Danny smirked when he turned towards Ross. “Sure I was. I first sucked you off on my 15th birthday.”
Ross felt his cheeks heat up when he thought of that evening. Danny had hardly talked to him after the Jacuzzi incident a month before, but then he’d invited him round for his birthday. Much to Ross’ surprise, it wasn’t a party. It was just the two of them, watching a movie in Danny’s dimly lit room. Needless to say, they didn’t take much notice of the movie.
He noticed Danny’s little smirk though. He’d always been smug when it came to sex, especially when it came to talking about it. Ross pursed his lips, cocked his head. “Remember your 16th though?” He grinned when Danny’s smile faltered a little, how the red in his cheeks intensified.
They just stared at each other, and Ross deliberately stretched his leg out, his knee now rubbing along the inside of Danny’ thigh.
There were hushed whispers from the other three, Andy slightly indignant when he said I don’t want to know the details and Kyle grunting we have a right to… as Kal had climbed on top of him while trying to clamp his hand over his mouth.
When Danny snuck his hand under the tablecloth, his eyes darkening considerably, Ross knew he was touching himself, and immediately he thought of the video Danny had once made him. It’d been just after he’d moved to Liverpool, and Danny never showed his face, but Ross knew those sighs and the rhythm of his hand anywhere. He still had that video. He still watched it sometimes.
Danny made the smallest gesture with his head towards the house, and he was just about to nod, when Andy rested his hand on Ross’ wrist. “Next challenge. Get each other off.” Kal peeked over the table from where he was wrestling with Kyle on the ground, glared at Andy. “I’m supposed to say that!” Andy snorted. “Then do it, they were about to leave together.” With some effort, Kal disentangled himself from Kyle, but he couldn’t quite muster a serious face as Kyle continuously poked his finger between his ribs. “You have to get each other off…” Andy muttered I already said that, but Kal just raised his voice to talk over him. “… using just your hands. First one to come, loses.”
For a second, Ross just stared, then he huffed. “No way. No fucking way.” Danny frowned, and Ross stood, not even caring how obvious his arousal was. He stomped off, ignoring their shouts of then Danny will get the points and oh come on, do you want it up the arse?
He was almost at his room, when Danny caught up, overpowering Ross quickly and pressing him against the wall. “Ross, don’t worry. I’ll lose this one.” Ross huffed indignantly. “We’re not a fucking live sex show.” Danny blinked, then he grinned, reached beside Ross to push his door open. “I’m sure they don’t want to watch.”
As it turned out, Ross didn’t get to watch much either. They were stretched out next to each other on the bed, hands working each other’s dicks furiously, mouths fused together, like they were teenagers again. Until Ross pushed Danny to his back, loomed over him as he whispered quietly into his ear, about how he’d wanted to give Danny something special for his 16th birthday. “I bought you a watch.”
Danny arched his back, hands linking together behind Ross’ neck. “You didn’t… ahh.. give me… a watch.”
For a minute, Ross just kissed him, swallowing Danny’s little moans. He knew those sounds very well, knew that Danny was close.
He pressed a kiss to the pulse point in Danny’ neck, his heart beat going delightly quick. “I chickened out. Thought you’d think I was your boyfriend.” He sped up his hand on Danny’s cock. “So in stead, I did something I’d only seen in porn.” He chuckled when Danny came, his body trembling and Ross’ name falling from his lips. Danny had loved Ross’ tongue up his arse, and clearly just the memory of it was enough to bring him off. Danny scooted down the bed, wrapped his lips around Ross’ dick. It felt like a fitting reward for winning the next round.
***
If looks could kill, Danny would be dead by now. Or, more likely, Andy would be.
It was the game though, the final round which would determine who would end on top that night. If Danny was honest, he probably wouldn’t have minded losing. Not until Ross pulled Danny into his room after Kal had given them their assignment.
Ross was a bit protective over Danny. He guessed that was to be expected after his time in Liverpool, where he’d not always been in the best state of mind, and which he’d called Ross about. Even when he was in a relationship, he’d still call Ross in the middle of the night to talk about football, the club, the loans that never worked out. It would probably be a while still before Ross realized Danny was happy at Hearts, even though they were bottom of the league.
But after Kal had told them in a hushed voice that to win, they’d have to be the first to get their hand on the other one’s coach’s cock, Ross had pulled him apart. Danny wasn’t too keen on getting into Andy’s pants, and he would be more than okay with calling the whole thing off. Except that Ross curled his hand around his jaw, stroked his thumb up and down and in the most patronizing tone said you don’t have to do this.
That was how Danny ended up in the Jacuzzi with Andy between his legs, hands kneading his tense shoulder muscles. The sun was setting, they had a few fruity cocktails standing nearby, and Danny knew he could at least get a grope in, enough to win the third round.
Ross was staring at them though, lips pouting in the most delicious way and eyebrows drawn into a tight frown. Danny refused to look in his direction, because he didn’t want to be confronted with how Ross totally ignored Kyle, who was pressed against his side in the too small couch.
Instead he let his hands slip down Andy’s sides, over the muscles there, causing the striker to twitch and mumble do that again. Danny couldn’t help a low chuckle from spilling out, and Andy tensed, but didn’t move away. This was the moment Danny could do it, could teasingly rub his hand over Andy’s dick and win the game. He’d get to fuck Ross, and then this whole back and forth between them would be over.
It had started not long after his 16th birthday. They weren’t exactly together, but they kind of broke up anyway. They couldn’t decide who would get to fuck who, and even though Danny had learned in the next few years that getting to top didn’t necessarily mean being in charge, but back when they were boys, it was about someone being the girl. There were too many fights, and one time, punches were thrown. After that, they fooled around once in a while, but it was an occasional thing more than a routine. They never fucked though, and even something like Ross using three fingers instead of two was enough to set off another argument.
So maybe if they got it over and done with, they could move on.
Danny dipped his hands under the water, and Andy threw his head back, a soft moan falling from his lips as soon as Danny’s fingertips touched his thigh. His face must’ve been priceless, because both Kyle and Kal burst out laughing, and Ross jumped up, and stalked to the Jacuzzi, his fingers tightening around Andy’s arm and pushing him out of the way.
Even though he’d not pulled his arm back, his fist was balled, and Danny quickly stood, before things escalated. “Ross, calm down.” The Rangers defender huffed, but let go of Andy, who scrambled out of the way. Ross didn’t get angry often, but when he did, he was out of control. “I can’t believe you went through with it. Does this…” He gestured between the two of them. “… mean nothing to you?” Danny rolled his eyes, more out of instinct than because he thought that was too sappy, but then Ross gripped his upper arms, pulled him closer and kissed him.
If Danny had expected a hard, jealous kiss, this was something entirely different. This was soft, promising, and Danny sagged against Ross, caught up in the moment until he heard the arguing on the other side of the terrace.
“He didn’t touch my cock!” Andy was nearly shrieking, a towel held conveniently in front of his crotch, but Kyle pushed his chin up. “He fucking did and that means I win.” Kal tutted them, but his eyes were big, as if he was aware he wasn’t in control of the situation anymore, and he’d so loved to be the ringleader for once. “Let’s hear from Danny?”
Danny turned back to Ross, the unreadable look in his eyes. He shrugged. “I think Ross and I need to work this out on our own.”
As they walked inside, not holding hands, because that would be lame, the others called out. Andy yelled Danny, tell them you didn’t…, Kyle was just moaning obscenely and Kal demanded that they listen to him. Danny just focused on the man climbing the stairs before him though.
***
Ross pulled off his shirt even before Danny had closed the door, started pulling at the button of his pants. Danny quickly held his hands up, and his voice had that patronizing tone it sometimes got, like he was better than them, because he'd gotten in the first team before the others, and because Liverpool had wanted him. And now he was captain. Sure, what he had was a sinking ship and a crew barely out of kindergarten, but he was still their captain. “Ross, let's talk for a moment.”
He snorted, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. “No. Let's fuck.”
When Danny only raised an eyebrow, Ross snorted, palmed his dick and massaged it a little. “That's what you want, right?” Danny sighed, rubbed his hands over his face, as if he was feeling sorry for himself that he had to deal with this. “Put your clothes on, and sit down. We should talk.”
With a grand arm gesture in the direction of the bed, Ross invited Danny to sit down. “Are you going to tell me you only felt Andy up because you wanted me?” Danny crossed his arms over his chest, but he wasn't as determined as he pretended to be. Ross hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushed the elastic down a little, just until a patch of gingerish hair was visible. Danny's eyes darkened considerably, and Ross smirked. “Guess I won't have to get Andy to get you in the mood then?”
Danny growled as he pushed Ross down on the bed, crawled on top of him and smashed their mouths together. He was more teeth than lips, and Ross tasted blood, but he didn't care. This had been too long coming, and he just wanted it over and done with.
It wasn't too comfortable though, to have Danny rub his rough jeans against his cock, and Ross pushed him off and stood. “I'll get lube. Take your fucking clothes off.” He didn't dare look into the mirror as he rummaged through his toiletry bag, not entirely sure about what he was doing, and as he walked back into the bedroom, Danny was sitting naked on the bed, a puzzled look on his face.
So Ross knelt between Danny's legs, kissed him gently because it seemed like a good start. And it felt so right, to push Danny onto his back, stretch out over him, hands wandering and touching, testing if he still had the same sensitive spots, still liked the same things.
He'd had his mouth on Danny's cock for a few minutes, when the Hearts captain pulled at his hand, and sucked two fingers into his mouth, grinning around them when Ross pushed himself up, and looked at him questioningly. When Danny spread his legs a bit more, Ross yanked his hand back abruptly, anger inexplicably flaring up again. “I'm not doing this.”
He grabbed the lube, made a show of coating the fingers Danny had wetted, and then reached behind himself to push them in. That was when Danny scrambled back, sitting up with his legs still on either side of Ross. He sounded impatient, and a surge of arousal shot through Ross at the prospect of Danny throwing him down and angrily fucking him. “You can fuck me, Ross. You won.”
Ross snorted and wrapped his free hand around Danny’s dick. “You clearly want it more. So...” He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheets. “... you can...” He turned around, arse sticking out as he looked over his shoulder at Danny. “... have me.”
For a few seconds, Danny didn't move, eyes narrowed and face flushed. In fact, he waited so long, that Ross started feeling self conscious, and he'd just sat back on his haunches, when Danny grunted fine, grabbed the lube and squirted a healthy amount in his palm. He slicked himself, then smacked Ross' arse none too gently. “Let's do this.”
It still took Danny ages to push in. First testing with his fingers if Ross was loose enough, and curling his fingers against his prostate a few times in retaliation when Ross complained he was taking too long. And then he went slow, so slow, hands in a vice grip on Ross' hips so he couldn't move an inch. When he was all the way in, he leaned forward, chest pressing against Ross' back, skin sticking together with their combined sweat. “So tight.” He started rolling his hips, and Ross sagged down on his elbows, knees slipping further apart as well as he followed his rhythm. He shuddered when Danny scraped his teeth over the freckles on his shoulders, his voice surprisingly soft. “Is this your first time?” Ross snorted, turned his face so he could look Danny in the eye. When he grinned, Danny matched it with his cheeky lopsided smile, and luckily his sarcasm wasn't lost on the Hearts man. “Yes, I've been saving myself for you.”
Immediately Danny picked up the pace, his hips stuttering once in a while when Ross clenched around him, and when he grunted close, Ross leaned further down, face smushed into the pillow as he rested his weight on his shoulder, and it took him only a few strokes before he came, Danny following not too long after that.
They spread out on the bed, limbs thrown out as far as they could and still somehow not touching, their harsh breaths the only sound in the quiet room. Until Danny mumbled something that sounded like fuckfuckfuck, and Ross turned to his side, just grabbing onto Danny as the younger man tried to get away, and pulling him against his chest, keeping him immobile. “Don't start freaking out now. We fucked, it was nice, now we move on.” Danny huffed, and after a few seconds, he muttered it was better than nice.
Ross pressed a kiss to Danny's hairline, sighed when the younger man wriggled around, using his elbows and rubbing his arse over Ross' sensitive dick a bit too harshly. But it seemed he was trying to get comfortable more than he was trying to get away, and Ross assumed he'd not often been the smaller spoon.
He'd have to get used to it though, if Ross had any say in it.
***
Ross had always liked to be woken up with a blowjob. He wasn’t picky though, and a handjob would suit him just fine. Except that Danny wasn’t exactly doing that. Sure, his hand moved rhythmically against Ross’ hardening cock, but it was the back of his hand mostly, his wrist against the tip. Not very controlled or tight, not as exciting as Ross had initially thought.
He blinked his eyes open and pressed a kiss to Danny’s shoulder where the muscles moved under his skin. It was almost outside, but it was more likely still evening than already morning, so Ross settled for a soft hi. Danny chuckled, then gasped. He mumbled something that sounded like that should do it, and then he tightened a slick fist around Ross’ dick.
And that was what Ross had been hoping for. He rolled his hips, hummed appreciatively, wondered if he could convince Danny to move around, even though they were pressed together so delightfully.
Then Danny bent one knee, and before Ross fully realized, he was buried balls deep in Danny. It was tight, and hot, and Danny let out the sweetest little moan, and this was better than waking up with a blowjob.
***
Breakfast was not entirely comfortable. Halfway through the night, they’d gone down for some food, and they’d gotten a bit carried away.
They’d not noticed Andy and Kal sitting outside, just on the other side of the glass sliding doors, until the youngest boy had fallen down from where he was climbing to his room on a rainpipe, claiming he didn’t want to disturb them. Andy couldn’t quite explain why he’d not wanted to do the same, just mumbled something about safety, with cheeks redder than any of them had ever seen on him.
Kyle found out about it when Kal refused to look at Danny when he passed him the orange juice, and managed to spill half of it over the table. So Kyle narrowed his eyes, looking from Danny and Ross and back again. Because they both ignored him, Kyle turned to the other two with an evil grin. “Fucking hell, you saw them!”
Huffing indignantly, Kal waved his arm around, wincing when that jarred his bruises. “They were fucking on the kitchen table!” Kyle laughed loudly, then sobered little, lowered his voice. “Who was fucking who?” He kicked out under the table, got at least three legs. “Come on, who won?”
With a sugary sweet voice, Ross batted his eyes at Danny. “We both did.” Danny aww’ed, one hand pressed to his heart. “You say the sweetest things.”
When Kyle gagged in response, Danny grinned, and stood, stretched his arms over his head. Ross couldn’t keep his eyes off the sliver of skin just above the waistband of his shorts. “In terms of fucking, it’s 3-1. But not for long.” Ross laughed, and followed Danny as he made his way to the Jacuzzi.
Andy slammed his hand on the table, when Kyle yelled after them 3-1 for who?, and he sounded on edge. “I am going to the beach. I am going to find myself a bird with a decent hotel room. I’m not staying here.”
One look at Ross, with his head throw back on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and Danny nowhere to be seen, was enough for Kal to agree hastily. Kyle decided to let it rest. For now. He had something important riding on the outcome.
Other characters: Kal Naismith, Kyle Hutton, Andy Little
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: Danny goes on a lads holiday with his old friends from Rangers. He has a history with one of them, and it looks like the connection is still there.
Notes:
- Not sure anyone is interested in these boys. They're adorable though.
It was just a lads weekend away to Ibiza. Nothing special.
Danny hadn't been away with them for a few years, not since the summer he signed for Liverpool, but he'd seen more of them over the last few months, since he moved to Edinburgh.
So it felt like old times, although he supposed that was mainly because it was old faces, guys he'd grown up with.
He came down the stairs to the sundeck next to their infinity pool, and raised an eyebrow at Kyle who was making them cocktails at the bar. “This place is decadent.” Kyle grinned, ever so proud of the house he’d booked for them. “Shut up, you love it.”
With an almost careless shrug, Danny sat down on one of the loungers, let his eyes slide over the other lads. Kal was playing around by himself in the pool. Ross stood a bit further, one foot on a chair, slathering on the sunscreen. His arms and chest were already done, and he was now slowly, very slowly, doing his legs.
When he looked up, the corners of his mouth were curled just a little upwards. “Can you do my back?"
The laugh Danny let out was not intentionally hoarse, but it was perceived that way, judging by the way Ross walked over to him with a dark look in his eyes. Danny spread his legs, and Ross sat down with his back to him, holding the bottle of sunscreen out over his shoulder.
Danny grinned at Kyle, before squirting some of the liquid on the small of Ross' back, mumbling softly. “You like that?” Immediately Kyle slammed the bottle of vodka in his hands down, frowning angrily. “No.” He pointed in their direction. “You two.” Waggled his finger. “Not again.”
Even though he knew he'd never pull it off as well as Ross could, Danny tried his best to look very innocent, and Kal’s head suddenly popped up over the side of the pool, arms crossed and chin resting on his hands. “What's going on?”
With his lips pursed, and his hands in his side, Kyle looked like an angry schoolteacher, and Danny fought hard not to start laughing, his fingers gently rubbing the sunscreen over Ross' back, marveling at the way his freckles were spread out over his shoulders. Clearly Kyle had seen that Danny was distracted, because he raised his voice. “These two have been playing this game for as long as I can remember.”
Kal frowned. “What game?” Kyle huffed, arms out indignantly. “This sexual tension game.” Kal cocked his head. “That's a game?”
When Ross chuckled, Danny thought it may have been partly to not make any other sounds, seeing how the Hearts captain had pushed his fingertips in the waistband of his shorts. “It doesn't have to be a game. We can be done with it as soon as Danny gives in.”
With a snort, Danny leaned forward, pressed his chest against Ross' back. He knew that the Rangers defender liked how big he'd gotten over the last year, although they'd been playing this game since he was a pimply boy with a beer belly, so it had never really been just about that. He deliberately breathed over Ross' ear. “Or you could give in.”
Kal sounded positively whiny now. “Give in to wha-haat?”
Never even considering that their friends might take offense, Danny slid his hands over Ross' sides, making him suck in a breath, then moved them forward, one coming to rest over his belly button, the other cupping his dick. “Me.”
For a few seconds, it was just them, Ross hardening under his fingers, his breathing speeding up.
But then Kyle slammed both hands down on the bar. “No. This ends here.”
Ross slowly pulled Danny's hands off him, rubbed at the white sunscreen stain Danny’s hand had left on his swimshorts. “Yeah? Are you gonna decide for us?”
It was like a fucking lightbulb went off over Kyle's head, his smile was so bright. “Yes.” He nodded, clapped his hands together in delight. “Yes! We will decide.”
A fucking weight fell off Danny's shoulders, really, and he pressed his lips behind Ross' ear, hoped that was one place where he wouldn't taste like sunscreen. “What do you say?” Ross shrugged, reached behind him to pat Danny's arse. “Sure.”
Kyle marched towards the house, Kal heaving himself out of the pool and padding after him mumbled I don't get it. They could hear screams of Kyle's Andy, I need your help and the other man's ominous if you need an evil plan, I am your man.
***
When the yelling started inside less than ten minutes later, Ross raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Danny, who was stretched out on the lounger next to him. They'd only been there fifteen minutes, and the both of them were looking pinkish already. “What do you think they're up to?”
Danny showed that lopsided half smirk of his, shrugged. “They're Kyle and Andy. Nothing good, I suppose.”
It was another ten minutes later, when Danny was wrestling an umbrella to create some shade, and Ross was making them new drinks, that the three others stepped outside. Kal had a serious look on his face, the kind of concentration they only really saw on the pitch, and not even always then. He gestured at the loungers. “Gentlemen, please sit down.”
Humoring him, Ross sat down, handed Danny his cocktail and frowned when Andy immediately took place on the foot of his chair, Kyle doing the same with Danny.
Kal cleared his throat, produced a stack of cue cards. “So, we have come up with a plan.” Andy grinned, threw a look at Ross. “An evil plan.” Ross snorted, and Kal raised his voice. “There will be three rounds where you can win one point, and at the end of the game, the winner gets to stick his cock up the loser's arse.”
There was no reaction from Danny, so Ross didn't say anything either. He'd have to get him alone at some point though, make sure he was alright with all this. He didn't want Danny to do anything against his will.
“Since two members of the jury...” Kal threw a meaningful look at Andy and Kyle. “... didn't have it in them to remain impartial...” Andy reassuringly squeezed Ross' ankle with a quiet you've got this, mate. “... they have been demoted to coaches instead of judges, leaving me the deciding vote on each challenge.”
With a flourish, Kal switched to the next cue card. “I will take into account creativity, ardor, determination and level of excitement for each judging.”
He took a deep breath, looked at Ross first, then Danny, and nodded when he noticed he had their full attention. “There is only one rule:...” He turned to his next cue card, took a deep breath to build the suspense. “No shagging before sundown tomorrow.” Kyle grinned, leaned towards Danny. “That's my line.” Danny patted him on the shoulder with a proud good one, mate, then looked up to roll his eyes at Ross.
Kal produced the next cue card. “The first round will be...” He left a dramatic pause, and both Andy and Ross started drumming their fingers on the loungers. Kal held his hand up. “... kissing. You have until midnight. Make the other man kiss you first, and win. Otherwise we will judge who looked the most tempted.”
With a snort, Ross looked at Danny, who was leaning back, foot against Kyle's side as he tried to push him off the chair. Andy stood, towered over them. “Pucker up, Danny boy. Ross has got this.” Immediately Kyle stood, chest puffed out. “Oh really? I think Ross will be begging before the night is over.” Andy smirked, flicked Kyle's ear. “Don't even try...”
Words flew as the two newly appointed coaches started wrestling, laughter and taunts sounding loudly in the otherwise quiet afternoon, and then they bumped into Kal, the three of them more rolling than falling into the pool, and the youngest boy spluttering and yelling you fuckers ruined my cards.
Ross took their distraction as an opportunity to look at Danny, brows knitting together in a worried frown. “Are you okay with this?” Danny shrugged, stretched his legs. “Sure, it's just a bit of fun.” Ross lowered his voice as he noticed Kal was genuinely upset about his cue cards and tried to get out of the pool. “Well, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”
There was a bit of cockiness in the way Danny sat up, placed his feet on the ground between their chairs, and leaned forward. “Are you chickening out?” He cocked his head, and he'd never looked less like someone Ross needed to look out for. Well, not in a caring sense anyway. He looked positively predatory. “Because I plan to win this thing.”
Grinning with more bravado than he felt, Ross nodded. “Okay, let's do this.” He stood, and with his drink in his hand, he walked inside. He needed to get out of the sun, because he wouldn't be winning anything when looking like a lobster.
***
Ross was just buttoning his shirt, when Andy snuck in, held out a pair of jeans. When Ross didn't immediately take them, Andy threw them at him. “Put those on, you need to show off your legs.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ross pulled his own jeans off, and pulled Andy's on. Except that they were uncomfortably tight, too tight in fact, to be Andy’s. He shook his head, walked to the ensuite to try and judge himself in the mirror. “I'm not wearing these.” Andy pursed his lips. “Your legs are to die for. Danny won't be able to keep his hands to himself.”
Getting frustrated with his inability to see himself completely, Ross walked out of his room to the hallway, where there was a full length mirror. He stared in horror when he saw the whole picture though. The pants stuck to his legs like a second skin, outlining every muscle when he flexed. The seam dug into his arse, giving it a rounder shape than it really was.
But the worst thing was the way his privates were squished together, bulging under the zipper in a too obvious way.
Ross looked at Andy, who stood in the doorway. “Where the hell did you get these? They're like little boys pants.”
As if on cue, suddenly Kal stormed from his room. “Who took my jeans? I swear to God if you...” He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Ross standing there, hummed approvingly. “Playing dirty, mr. Perry. I like.”
He was just about to go back to his room, to try and get them off, when Danny stepped into the hallway with Kyle, probably curious about the ruckus. And although the coaches were both keen on their player winning, they were clearly not going to stand in the way of anything, as Kyle gave Danny a gently push in Ross' direction.
It seemed like Danny moved in slow motion, his eyes skimming over Ross' chest, but then halting on his legs. Andy had made a good call on the legs thing, and Ross would’ve worked it, if the jeans hadn’t been a total disgrace in every other way.
Danny seemed to disagree, as he suddenly crouched down, hands coming to rest on Ross' thighs, eyes wide and dark when he looked up. “Do you think...” He licked his lips, and fuck, these jeans were becoming painful. “...a blowjob as a kiss?” He leaned just a little closer, bumped his nose against Ross’ cock.
This close. Ross was this close to begging for it, when Kal's business voice sounded. “Technically, we'll count all mouth action as a kiss. Hope that answers your question.” Ross blinked, and Danny let out a long suffering sigh while he slowly stood, hands straying more than they really had to as he used Ross' legs for leverage. “That was a close one then.”
He walked away, and all Ross could think that he looked broad and strong and fucking gorgeous in his plain white t-shirt, and that maybe his legs were Danny's weakness, but they knew what Ross liked as well.
***
It was dark in the club, and the both of them had maybe a bit too much to drink. It was the only explanation Danny had for letting Ross press up against his back, hands on his hips with the tips of his fingers under his t-shirt.
They hadn't talked during dinner, although Danny had caught Ross looking a few times. But then again, he'd been looking too.
Danny wasn't much of a dancer, and he'd always thought that Ross wasn't either, but maybe it was the primal sound of thumping house music, or maybe Ross had learned to move to the beat, but there was a rhythm there, and Danny managed to follow it without too much effort. They were swaying mostly from side to side, because Ross had pressed his hips, his cock against Danny's buttocks, and it felt exquisite enough for him to not want to break that contact.
The song changed, the lights seemed to dim, and Ross' hands roamed, one sliding to pinch a nipple, something that had always bothered Danny, but somehow added to the excitement now. The other slid down, and in the darkness of the club, with people pressing in closely on all sides, Danny didn’t think anything of it when Ross cupped him through his jeans, putting just the right amount of pressure to make him buck his hips. The way Ross moaned right into his ear when Danny pressed his arse back against him, was proof that at least he was getting off on this as well. Ross sunk his teeth into Danny's earlobe, his voice rough. “This is just like the Jacuzzi.”
It was as if someone had turned the heat up a few degrees, and Danny wondered if he could get away with ripping his shirt off. But that would mean he'd have to pull away from Ross, and that wasn't something he was willing to do right now. He remembered the jacuzzi very well, the first time they'd fooled around, years before. Danny had sat in Ross' lap, back against the older boy's chest as he'd closed his eyes and pretended it was a girl jerking him off. Which had lasted for less than a minute, and focusing on his friend's hand on his cock only brought release quicker.
Ross still smelled the same, although his hands seemed smaller now, and definitely more freckled. It was the thought of those freckles all over Ross' arms, shoulders, chest, not to mention his legs, that made Danny turn around, and crash their mouths together before he could even reconsider.
On one side of him, someone cheered, on the other side a disappointed groan, and then someone slapped the back of his head. Danny had been so caught up in Ross that he'd not even noticed the other three standing by. But he noticed when they ushered them out of the club, Andy thumping Ross emphatically on the back, as Kyle kept saying stuff like we'll get him tomorrow and we've not lost yet.
It was only in the taxi back to their house, when Kal cleared his throat, and with a very important look on his face made eye contact with all four of them from the front seat. Danny was worried to look at Ross, who was sitting on the other side of the back seat, Andy and Kyle entangled in between them. “It's time to declare the winner.”
Danny could feel his cheeks flush, suddenly embarrassed by his lack of control. But then Kal grinned triumphantly, and pointed at him. “Since Ross got a bit fresh with your ear earlier, you have won this round.”
The mere thought of Ross' teeth on his earlobe was enough to send blood rushing to his cock again, and Danny turned his face away to look out the window, almost falling over himself when the taxi stopped and he hurried inside. A hand grabbed his wrist just before he got to the front door, and then Ross was there, eyes still so dark, and face pulled into a grimace. Just the slightest step aside, and they were stood behind a plant, hidden from the taxi driver's view. It didn't matter anymore who moved first now, all that mattered was Ross' body pressing Danny to the wall, his thigh between Danny's legs, his fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans.
It had never been like this between them. It had always been playful, about experimentation mostly. This urgency was new, and Danny ran his fingers through Ross' hair, angled his head more to his liking, tried to get the upper hand, but not really feeling disappointment when he couldn't. From the way Ross was rutting against him, it felt like he knew what he was doing anyway.
But then suddenly they were pulled apart, with Andy guiding Ross inside, and now he was saying they'd lost the battle, but not the war, and Kyle was cheering happily in his ear.
It looked like they'd have to wait another 24 hours before they could finish this.
***
Ross hadn’t slept very well. Andy had followed him into his bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, he’d given Ross a lecture, about keeping his eye on the goal and getting carried away and being irresponsible. The way he talked made Ross think he and Kyle had a lot of money on the outcome, so he stopped listening halfway through.
He’d desperately wanted a wank, but Andy suddenly declared he wouldn’t let Ross out of his sight, because he didn’t trust him. That was how he ended up being spooned by the Northern Irishman, who was snoring happily in his ear, while Ross lay awake, still hard, still frustrated.
The next morning didn’t prove much of a relief. Andy was watching him like a hawk, even got under the second spray when Ross was in the shower, talking about a dream he had where he was a fighter pilot in WWI.
Danny had clearly not fared any better. He had a tight look on his face, and he slapped Kyle’s hand away when he rested it lightly on his arm. Ross sat down across from him, raised an eyebrow when he noticed Danny was slumped in his seat, but then he realized that everything below his waist was now hidden by the table cloth, and he quickly mimicked him.
Breakfast was quiet and mostly enjoyable, except for Danny’s knee rubbing against his leg under the table every time he moved even an inch. Until Kal cleared his throat, and he tented his fingers together in an attempt to look important, before turning towards Ross. “Why have you never fucked?”
For a second, Ross thought he’d heard it wrong, that his overstimulated brain was playing tricks on him. But then Kal smiled, sweetly, and he nodded. “Because you’ve done everything else, right? Kyle said you’ve been fooling around since you were 16?”
When Danny snorted, Ross looked at him, but the younger man had his eyes on Kal. “He was 16. I was 14.” Ross frowned. “You weren’t that young.” Danny smirked when he turned towards Ross. “Sure I was. I first sucked you off on my 15th birthday.”
Ross felt his cheeks heat up when he thought of that evening. Danny had hardly talked to him after the Jacuzzi incident a month before, but then he’d invited him round for his birthday. Much to Ross’ surprise, it wasn’t a party. It was just the two of them, watching a movie in Danny’s dimly lit room. Needless to say, they didn’t take much notice of the movie.
He noticed Danny’s little smirk though. He’d always been smug when it came to sex, especially when it came to talking about it. Ross pursed his lips, cocked his head. “Remember your 16th though?” He grinned when Danny’s smile faltered a little, how the red in his cheeks intensified.
They just stared at each other, and Ross deliberately stretched his leg out, his knee now rubbing along the inside of Danny’ thigh.
There were hushed whispers from the other three, Andy slightly indignant when he said I don’t want to know the details and Kyle grunting we have a right to… as Kal had climbed on top of him while trying to clamp his hand over his mouth.
When Danny snuck his hand under the tablecloth, his eyes darkening considerably, Ross knew he was touching himself, and immediately he thought of the video Danny had once made him. It’d been just after he’d moved to Liverpool, and Danny never showed his face, but Ross knew those sighs and the rhythm of his hand anywhere. He still had that video. He still watched it sometimes.
Danny made the smallest gesture with his head towards the house, and he was just about to nod, when Andy rested his hand on Ross’ wrist. “Next challenge. Get each other off.” Kal peeked over the table from where he was wrestling with Kyle on the ground, glared at Andy. “I’m supposed to say that!” Andy snorted. “Then do it, they were about to leave together.” With some effort, Kal disentangled himself from Kyle, but he couldn’t quite muster a serious face as Kyle continuously poked his finger between his ribs. “You have to get each other off…” Andy muttered I already said that, but Kal just raised his voice to talk over him. “… using just your hands. First one to come, loses.”
For a second, Ross just stared, then he huffed. “No way. No fucking way.” Danny frowned, and Ross stood, not even caring how obvious his arousal was. He stomped off, ignoring their shouts of then Danny will get the points and oh come on, do you want it up the arse?
He was almost at his room, when Danny caught up, overpowering Ross quickly and pressing him against the wall. “Ross, don’t worry. I’ll lose this one.” Ross huffed indignantly. “We’re not a fucking live sex show.” Danny blinked, then he grinned, reached beside Ross to push his door open. “I’m sure they don’t want to watch.”
As it turned out, Ross didn’t get to watch much either. They were stretched out next to each other on the bed, hands working each other’s dicks furiously, mouths fused together, like they were teenagers again. Until Ross pushed Danny to his back, loomed over him as he whispered quietly into his ear, about how he’d wanted to give Danny something special for his 16th birthday. “I bought you a watch.”
Danny arched his back, hands linking together behind Ross’ neck. “You didn’t… ahh.. give me… a watch.”
For a minute, Ross just kissed him, swallowing Danny’s little moans. He knew those sounds very well, knew that Danny was close.
He pressed a kiss to the pulse point in Danny’ neck, his heart beat going delightly quick. “I chickened out. Thought you’d think I was your boyfriend.” He sped up his hand on Danny’s cock. “So in stead, I did something I’d only seen in porn.” He chuckled when Danny came, his body trembling and Ross’ name falling from his lips. Danny had loved Ross’ tongue up his arse, and clearly just the memory of it was enough to bring him off. Danny scooted down the bed, wrapped his lips around Ross’ dick. It felt like a fitting reward for winning the next round.
***
If looks could kill, Danny would be dead by now. Or, more likely, Andy would be.
It was the game though, the final round which would determine who would end on top that night. If Danny was honest, he probably wouldn’t have minded losing. Not until Ross pulled Danny into his room after Kal had given them their assignment.
Ross was a bit protective over Danny. He guessed that was to be expected after his time in Liverpool, where he’d not always been in the best state of mind, and which he’d called Ross about. Even when he was in a relationship, he’d still call Ross in the middle of the night to talk about football, the club, the loans that never worked out. It would probably be a while still before Ross realized Danny was happy at Hearts, even though they were bottom of the league.
But after Kal had told them in a hushed voice that to win, they’d have to be the first to get their hand on the other one’s coach’s cock, Ross had pulled him apart. Danny wasn’t too keen on getting into Andy’s pants, and he would be more than okay with calling the whole thing off. Except that Ross curled his hand around his jaw, stroked his thumb up and down and in the most patronizing tone said you don’t have to do this.
That was how Danny ended up in the Jacuzzi with Andy between his legs, hands kneading his tense shoulder muscles. The sun was setting, they had a few fruity cocktails standing nearby, and Danny knew he could at least get a grope in, enough to win the third round.
Ross was staring at them though, lips pouting in the most delicious way and eyebrows drawn into a tight frown. Danny refused to look in his direction, because he didn’t want to be confronted with how Ross totally ignored Kyle, who was pressed against his side in the too small couch.
Instead he let his hands slip down Andy’s sides, over the muscles there, causing the striker to twitch and mumble do that again. Danny couldn’t help a low chuckle from spilling out, and Andy tensed, but didn’t move away. This was the moment Danny could do it, could teasingly rub his hand over Andy’s dick and win the game. He’d get to fuck Ross, and then this whole back and forth between them would be over.
It had started not long after his 16th birthday. They weren’t exactly together, but they kind of broke up anyway. They couldn’t decide who would get to fuck who, and even though Danny had learned in the next few years that getting to top didn’t necessarily mean being in charge, but back when they were boys, it was about someone being the girl. There were too many fights, and one time, punches were thrown. After that, they fooled around once in a while, but it was an occasional thing more than a routine. They never fucked though, and even something like Ross using three fingers instead of two was enough to set off another argument.
So maybe if they got it over and done with, they could move on.
Danny dipped his hands under the water, and Andy threw his head back, a soft moan falling from his lips as soon as Danny’s fingertips touched his thigh. His face must’ve been priceless, because both Kyle and Kal burst out laughing, and Ross jumped up, and stalked to the Jacuzzi, his fingers tightening around Andy’s arm and pushing him out of the way.
Even though he’d not pulled his arm back, his fist was balled, and Danny quickly stood, before things escalated. “Ross, calm down.” The Rangers defender huffed, but let go of Andy, who scrambled out of the way. Ross didn’t get angry often, but when he did, he was out of control. “I can’t believe you went through with it. Does this…” He gestured between the two of them. “… mean nothing to you?” Danny rolled his eyes, more out of instinct than because he thought that was too sappy, but then Ross gripped his upper arms, pulled him closer and kissed him.
If Danny had expected a hard, jealous kiss, this was something entirely different. This was soft, promising, and Danny sagged against Ross, caught up in the moment until he heard the arguing on the other side of the terrace.
“He didn’t touch my cock!” Andy was nearly shrieking, a towel held conveniently in front of his crotch, but Kyle pushed his chin up. “He fucking did and that means I win.” Kal tutted them, but his eyes were big, as if he was aware he wasn’t in control of the situation anymore, and he’d so loved to be the ringleader for once. “Let’s hear from Danny?”
Danny turned back to Ross, the unreadable look in his eyes. He shrugged. “I think Ross and I need to work this out on our own.”
As they walked inside, not holding hands, because that would be lame, the others called out. Andy yelled Danny, tell them you didn’t…, Kyle was just moaning obscenely and Kal demanded that they listen to him. Danny just focused on the man climbing the stairs before him though.
***
Ross pulled off his shirt even before Danny had closed the door, started pulling at the button of his pants. Danny quickly held his hands up, and his voice had that patronizing tone it sometimes got, like he was better than them, because he'd gotten in the first team before the others, and because Liverpool had wanted him. And now he was captain. Sure, what he had was a sinking ship and a crew barely out of kindergarten, but he was still their captain. “Ross, let's talk for a moment.”
He snorted, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. “No. Let's fuck.”
When Danny only raised an eyebrow, Ross snorted, palmed his dick and massaged it a little. “That's what you want, right?” Danny sighed, rubbed his hands over his face, as if he was feeling sorry for himself that he had to deal with this. “Put your clothes on, and sit down. We should talk.”
With a grand arm gesture in the direction of the bed, Ross invited Danny to sit down. “Are you going to tell me you only felt Andy up because you wanted me?” Danny crossed his arms over his chest, but he wasn't as determined as he pretended to be. Ross hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushed the elastic down a little, just until a patch of gingerish hair was visible. Danny's eyes darkened considerably, and Ross smirked. “Guess I won't have to get Andy to get you in the mood then?”
Danny growled as he pushed Ross down on the bed, crawled on top of him and smashed their mouths together. He was more teeth than lips, and Ross tasted blood, but he didn't care. This had been too long coming, and he just wanted it over and done with.
It wasn't too comfortable though, to have Danny rub his rough jeans against his cock, and Ross pushed him off and stood. “I'll get lube. Take your fucking clothes off.” He didn't dare look into the mirror as he rummaged through his toiletry bag, not entirely sure about what he was doing, and as he walked back into the bedroom, Danny was sitting naked on the bed, a puzzled look on his face.
So Ross knelt between Danny's legs, kissed him gently because it seemed like a good start. And it felt so right, to push Danny onto his back, stretch out over him, hands wandering and touching, testing if he still had the same sensitive spots, still liked the same things.
He'd had his mouth on Danny's cock for a few minutes, when the Hearts captain pulled at his hand, and sucked two fingers into his mouth, grinning around them when Ross pushed himself up, and looked at him questioningly. When Danny spread his legs a bit more, Ross yanked his hand back abruptly, anger inexplicably flaring up again. “I'm not doing this.”
He grabbed the lube, made a show of coating the fingers Danny had wetted, and then reached behind himself to push them in. That was when Danny scrambled back, sitting up with his legs still on either side of Ross. He sounded impatient, and a surge of arousal shot through Ross at the prospect of Danny throwing him down and angrily fucking him. “You can fuck me, Ross. You won.”
Ross snorted and wrapped his free hand around Danny’s dick. “You clearly want it more. So...” He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheets. “... you can...” He turned around, arse sticking out as he looked over his shoulder at Danny. “... have me.”
For a few seconds, Danny didn't move, eyes narrowed and face flushed. In fact, he waited so long, that Ross started feeling self conscious, and he'd just sat back on his haunches, when Danny grunted fine, grabbed the lube and squirted a healthy amount in his palm. He slicked himself, then smacked Ross' arse none too gently. “Let's do this.”
It still took Danny ages to push in. First testing with his fingers if Ross was loose enough, and curling his fingers against his prostate a few times in retaliation when Ross complained he was taking too long. And then he went slow, so slow, hands in a vice grip on Ross' hips so he couldn't move an inch. When he was all the way in, he leaned forward, chest pressing against Ross' back, skin sticking together with their combined sweat. “So tight.” He started rolling his hips, and Ross sagged down on his elbows, knees slipping further apart as well as he followed his rhythm. He shuddered when Danny scraped his teeth over the freckles on his shoulders, his voice surprisingly soft. “Is this your first time?” Ross snorted, turned his face so he could look Danny in the eye. When he grinned, Danny matched it with his cheeky lopsided smile, and luckily his sarcasm wasn't lost on the Hearts man. “Yes, I've been saving myself for you.”
Immediately Danny picked up the pace, his hips stuttering once in a while when Ross clenched around him, and when he grunted close, Ross leaned further down, face smushed into the pillow as he rested his weight on his shoulder, and it took him only a few strokes before he came, Danny following not too long after that.
They spread out on the bed, limbs thrown out as far as they could and still somehow not touching, their harsh breaths the only sound in the quiet room. Until Danny mumbled something that sounded like fuckfuckfuck, and Ross turned to his side, just grabbing onto Danny as the younger man tried to get away, and pulling him against his chest, keeping him immobile. “Don't start freaking out now. We fucked, it was nice, now we move on.” Danny huffed, and after a few seconds, he muttered it was better than nice.
Ross pressed a kiss to Danny's hairline, sighed when the younger man wriggled around, using his elbows and rubbing his arse over Ross' sensitive dick a bit too harshly. But it seemed he was trying to get comfortable more than he was trying to get away, and Ross assumed he'd not often been the smaller spoon.
He'd have to get used to it though, if Ross had any say in it.
***
Ross had always liked to be woken up with a blowjob. He wasn’t picky though, and a handjob would suit him just fine. Except that Danny wasn’t exactly doing that. Sure, his hand moved rhythmically against Ross’ hardening cock, but it was the back of his hand mostly, his wrist against the tip. Not very controlled or tight, not as exciting as Ross had initially thought.
He blinked his eyes open and pressed a kiss to Danny’s shoulder where the muscles moved under his skin. It was almost outside, but it was more likely still evening than already morning, so Ross settled for a soft hi. Danny chuckled, then gasped. He mumbled something that sounded like that should do it, and then he tightened a slick fist around Ross’ dick.
And that was what Ross had been hoping for. He rolled his hips, hummed appreciatively, wondered if he could convince Danny to move around, even though they were pressed together so delightfully.
Then Danny bent one knee, and before Ross fully realized, he was buried balls deep in Danny. It was tight, and hot, and Danny let out the sweetest little moan, and this was better than waking up with a blowjob.
***
Breakfast was not entirely comfortable. Halfway through the night, they’d gone down for some food, and they’d gotten a bit carried away.
They’d not noticed Andy and Kal sitting outside, just on the other side of the glass sliding doors, until the youngest boy had fallen down from where he was climbing to his room on a rainpipe, claiming he didn’t want to disturb them. Andy couldn’t quite explain why he’d not wanted to do the same, just mumbled something about safety, with cheeks redder than any of them had ever seen on him.
Kyle found out about it when Kal refused to look at Danny when he passed him the orange juice, and managed to spill half of it over the table. So Kyle narrowed his eyes, looking from Danny and Ross and back again. Because they both ignored him, Kyle turned to the other two with an evil grin. “Fucking hell, you saw them!”
Huffing indignantly, Kal waved his arm around, wincing when that jarred his bruises. “They were fucking on the kitchen table!” Kyle laughed loudly, then sobered little, lowered his voice. “Who was fucking who?” He kicked out under the table, got at least three legs. “Come on, who won?”
With a sugary sweet voice, Ross batted his eyes at Danny. “We both did.” Danny aww’ed, one hand pressed to his heart. “You say the sweetest things.”
When Kyle gagged in response, Danny grinned, and stood, stretched his arms over his head. Ross couldn’t keep his eyes off the sliver of skin just above the waistband of his shorts. “In terms of fucking, it’s 3-1. But not for long.” Ross laughed, and followed Danny as he made his way to the Jacuzzi.
Andy slammed his hand on the table, when Kyle yelled after them 3-1 for who?, and he sounded on edge. “I am going to the beach. I am going to find myself a bird with a decent hotel room. I’m not staying here.”
One look at Ross, with his head throw back on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and Danny nowhere to be seen, was enough for Kal to agree hastily. Kyle decided to let it rest. For now. He had something important riding on the outcome.