The line I walk
Title: The line I walk
Author:
littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: Danny (Wilson)/Skrtel
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true.
A/N: For elf_md and vicky86x
They showed up although there was a pretty good chance they'd be turned away at the door. Their IDs were fake and their clothes not exactly the level of the regulars. Kelly had been all confidence though and so the others had tagged along.
Now that it was almost their turn in the queue, most of them became quite nervous, wiping their sweaty hands on their pants, fearing imminent rejection and embarrassment in front of all these holier-than-thou people (and quite a lot of gorgeous girls too, to be honest).
The bouncer was a tall, bulky guy, black jacket, shaved head, sharp eyes. He eyed them up and down while his colleague waved a group of dandies through.
“Surely not.”
That was it. The group heaved a collective sigh of disappointment. And while most of them had already expected that outcome and turned away, Kelly strode up to the bouncer, invading his personal space. He was as tall as him, packed some muscle himself, so he didn't feel the least bit intimidated.
“See that guy over there?” he pointed, “He sucks dick like a pro, if you let us in, find us later and I'll make sure he'll show you some of his skill.”
John behind him snorted loudly, but Kelly wasn't deterred, just grinned challengingly at the guy. Who didn't look too impressed, eyebrow raised, but then, to the astonishment of everyone (besides Kelly obviously) stepped aside.
“One wrong step, one word too loud and you're out of here quicker than you can cry out for your mummy.”
His voice was accented, even more so with the threatening tone, but Kelly just grinned even broader in answer and hurried forward (maybe he wasn't that sure and didn't want to give the guy a chance to change his mind).
Danny still marvelled at the fact that they had gotten into the club and no one had thrown them out again yet, telling them it had just been a joke. His fake ID worked wonders at the bar too (not that the guy behind the bar really checked, he probably assumed that whoever got in was good enough to buy alcohol too) and he had found a few girls who had allowed him to buy them drinks.
He was in a good mood, slightly tipsy already maybe, the music on the dance floor thrumming through him, the girl he had just left on the dance floor and her wandering hands, adding to his high.
When he turned around, looking to get another round at the bar in, he saw Kelly discussing with the bouncer from outside. Uh oh, so they'd finally be thrown out after all. Well, he'd had fun so far, he just hoped that none of the others had embarrassed them too much. Kelly looked around every now and then and when Danny approached him, he grinned, turning so the bouncer could get a view of him as well.
Damn, had he done something?
He approached them a bit more hesitantly, but Kelly's stance was still relaxed and the bouncer... well, he could just not read him at all, so it could be either bad or not.
“Danny, mate, this gentleman requires your presence at his office.”
Two frowns turned onto Kelly, Danny not sure if he had understood him right, the dance floor not far away enough to not almost drown out their voices.
“Just go with him.”
Danny looked at the bouncer who just gave a half-shrug/eye-roll and turned, walking away, obviously expecting Danny to follow.
“Just go. And be nice to him.”
“What the fuck, Kells?”
“Go!”
What other choices did he have? Something fishy was going on, he could smell it five miles against the wind, but what could happen to him, in a renowned club full of people. He did feel apprehensive though when he followed the bouncer into some corner, through a heavy door, past a guy watching a lot of tiny screens showing all corner of the club who was giving instructions to security and into a small office.
OK, so maybe they had found out his ID was fake? His mom would so love to get him from here and ground him until his first grey hairs showed.
The bouncer shed his jacket and Danny saw that he wasn't half as bulky as it made people believe. Still muscular and probably pretty strong, but not in an obvious way. And fuck, why was he thinking that now?
“Do you have any idea why you are in here? In the club I mean, why I let you in? Do you know what your friend offered?”
Danny didn't, but since he was here, alone with the bouncer... He gulped.
“He offered me a blow job, saying, I quote 'he sucks dick like a pro.'.”
“And you brought me here to collect?”
“What? Fuck no! Do you not have any self-respect?!”
The bouncer turned around, gripping the back of a chair.
“I brought you here to bring your friends behaviour to your attention. It's not right that they try to bribe people with personal favours you'll have to deliver.”
Danny shrugged. The guy was right. He didn't like it himself, and he would have words with Kells later, but it was pretty harmless what he'd done.
“Why did you let us in then?”
“Who knows what else you lot would have gotten up to then. At least in here I could have an eye on you.”
“Not because you were interested? Kelly was right, I've had my blow jobs praised quite a few times.” Now that the initial apprehension had left, Danny felt he could be cocky.
The bouncer's face flushed, either because he was embarrassed by Danny's straightforwardness, or out of interest. The way he licked his lips, Danny suspected the latter.
“I'm still on duty. And we do not take bribes.”
“Not a bribe then. Just a thank you? Don't worry, I'd be quite interested to.” And his dick was too, having made its presence known not long after Danny had seen tattoos spilling out of the guy's T-shirt sleeves, had had a closer look at those long fingers. Danny shifted on his feet, waiting for an answer.
“Daniel is just outside.”
“You'll have to be quiet then.”
Staying quiet was no issue for Danny, the girth of the guy's cock and the way he shoved it down his throat, ensured that he hardly got a sound past his lips. And the occasional gagging noise, when one of his thrusts were just too viscous, should be muffled by the door.
Which Danny had the guy pressed to and the continual banging of his hands against the door could prove to be a problem, if that Daniel guy decided to investigate. So he took them, placed one on his head, allowing him to grip his hair tightly, the other on his shoulder.
It gave the guy leverage to dictate Danny's pace and how far he took him down, but he didn't seem to realise that just know, he just gripped but didn't guide. Or maybe he just didn't do it, because when his thrusts became more frantic and Danny knew that he was nearing climax, he still only so much as moved the hand on Danny's shoulder to his neck.
Danny pulled of, circling fingers around the base of the guy's cock, looking up at him. He was panting heavily, face flushed and lips pouting.
“How do want to come? In my mouth? Over my face?”
The bouncer - and for some reason Danny wondered if it was worth it to ask his name, when he saw him press his eyes closed and let his head thud against the door - didn't answer immediately, but stopped the movement of Danny's hand.
“Sit on the desk, get your pants off.”
“You're not going to fuck me.”
The guy opened his eyes again, looked down at him. “I'm not.” His eyes searched Danny's face but he didn't wait to see what he found there, just got up and did as he was told.
He was pulled forward when the guy stepped up to him, until his ass was hanging over the edge and he couldn't, wouldn't, hold back a deep moan when a long finger disappeared between those luscious lips, wetting it thoroughly. Under different circumstances Danny would have wanted those lips around his cock, but right now what he wanted more than anything was that finger inside of him. He didn't have to wait long and he moaned again at how perfect it felt, just the length and girth to push all the right buttons and another finger was already wiggling itself inside of him and all Danny could do was squeeze his cock hard to not come then and there.
But he knew he couldn't stave it off much longer, not with three fingers inside his ass now and the guy's other hand jerking both of them off simultaneously. And he didn't have to, when the bouncer came all over his stomach and leaned forward to bite at Danny's collarbone, he was gone himself.
The guy moved back after only a second, rummaging in the desk's drawers until he produced some tissues. Danny had expected to clean himself up but he was surprised by the guy's unusual behaviour again when he did it for him.
“Thanks.”
He only received a nod but it was enough. “Tell me your name.”
He half expected to not receive an answer, half hoped the guy was what he had already made of him in his head - not half as hard and scary as he appeared to be.
“Martin.”
Danny couldn't keep a chuckle to himself. “You know, the guy that got us here is called Martin too.”
This Martin only shrugged, stepping back so Danny could get up and pull his pants back on.
“I'm sure we're nothing alike though.”
Danny stepped forward. “You are not.” His breath ghosting over Martin's ear. “He certainly never fingered me as good as you.”
He moved to the door, hand on the handle already and turned back around half way. “Will you let us, will you let me in if I come here again?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I'll let you fuck me next time then.” And he was out the door.
Author:
littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: Danny (Wilson)/Skrtel
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true.
A/N: For elf_md and vicky86x
They showed up although there was a pretty good chance they'd be turned away at the door. Their IDs were fake and their clothes not exactly the level of the regulars. Kelly had been all confidence though and so the others had tagged along.
Now that it was almost their turn in the queue, most of them became quite nervous, wiping their sweaty hands on their pants, fearing imminent rejection and embarrassment in front of all these holier-than-thou people (and quite a lot of gorgeous girls too, to be honest).
The bouncer was a tall, bulky guy, black jacket, shaved head, sharp eyes. He eyed them up and down while his colleague waved a group of dandies through.
“Surely not.”
That was it. The group heaved a collective sigh of disappointment. And while most of them had already expected that outcome and turned away, Kelly strode up to the bouncer, invading his personal space. He was as tall as him, packed some muscle himself, so he didn't feel the least bit intimidated.
“See that guy over there?” he pointed, “He sucks dick like a pro, if you let us in, find us later and I'll make sure he'll show you some of his skill.”
John behind him snorted loudly, but Kelly wasn't deterred, just grinned challengingly at the guy. Who didn't look too impressed, eyebrow raised, but then, to the astonishment of everyone (besides Kelly obviously) stepped aside.
“One wrong step, one word too loud and you're out of here quicker than you can cry out for your mummy.”
His voice was accented, even more so with the threatening tone, but Kelly just grinned even broader in answer and hurried forward (maybe he wasn't that sure and didn't want to give the guy a chance to change his mind).
Danny still marvelled at the fact that they had gotten into the club and no one had thrown them out again yet, telling them it had just been a joke. His fake ID worked wonders at the bar too (not that the guy behind the bar really checked, he probably assumed that whoever got in was good enough to buy alcohol too) and he had found a few girls who had allowed him to buy them drinks.
He was in a good mood, slightly tipsy already maybe, the music on the dance floor thrumming through him, the girl he had just left on the dance floor and her wandering hands, adding to his high.
When he turned around, looking to get another round at the bar in, he saw Kelly discussing with the bouncer from outside. Uh oh, so they'd finally be thrown out after all. Well, he'd had fun so far, he just hoped that none of the others had embarrassed them too much. Kelly looked around every now and then and when Danny approached him, he grinned, turning so the bouncer could get a view of him as well.
Damn, had he done something?
He approached them a bit more hesitantly, but Kelly's stance was still relaxed and the bouncer... well, he could just not read him at all, so it could be either bad or not.
“Danny, mate, this gentleman requires your presence at his office.”
Two frowns turned onto Kelly, Danny not sure if he had understood him right, the dance floor not far away enough to not almost drown out their voices.
“Just go with him.”
Danny looked at the bouncer who just gave a half-shrug/eye-roll and turned, walking away, obviously expecting Danny to follow.
“Just go. And be nice to him.”
“What the fuck, Kells?”
“Go!”
What other choices did he have? Something fishy was going on, he could smell it five miles against the wind, but what could happen to him, in a renowned club full of people. He did feel apprehensive though when he followed the bouncer into some corner, through a heavy door, past a guy watching a lot of tiny screens showing all corner of the club who was giving instructions to security and into a small office.
OK, so maybe they had found out his ID was fake? His mom would so love to get him from here and ground him until his first grey hairs showed.
The bouncer shed his jacket and Danny saw that he wasn't half as bulky as it made people believe. Still muscular and probably pretty strong, but not in an obvious way. And fuck, why was he thinking that now?
“Do you have any idea why you are in here? In the club I mean, why I let you in? Do you know what your friend offered?”
Danny didn't, but since he was here, alone with the bouncer... He gulped.
“He offered me a blow job, saying, I quote 'he sucks dick like a pro.'.”
“And you brought me here to collect?”
“What? Fuck no! Do you not have any self-respect?!”
The bouncer turned around, gripping the back of a chair.
“I brought you here to bring your friends behaviour to your attention. It's not right that they try to bribe people with personal favours you'll have to deliver.”
Danny shrugged. The guy was right. He didn't like it himself, and he would have words with Kells later, but it was pretty harmless what he'd done.
“Why did you let us in then?”
“Who knows what else you lot would have gotten up to then. At least in here I could have an eye on you.”
“Not because you were interested? Kelly was right, I've had my blow jobs praised quite a few times.” Now that the initial apprehension had left, Danny felt he could be cocky.
The bouncer's face flushed, either because he was embarrassed by Danny's straightforwardness, or out of interest. The way he licked his lips, Danny suspected the latter.
“I'm still on duty. And we do not take bribes.”
“Not a bribe then. Just a thank you? Don't worry, I'd be quite interested to.” And his dick was too, having made its presence known not long after Danny had seen tattoos spilling out of the guy's T-shirt sleeves, had had a closer look at those long fingers. Danny shifted on his feet, waiting for an answer.
“Daniel is just outside.”
“You'll have to be quiet then.”
Staying quiet was no issue for Danny, the girth of the guy's cock and the way he shoved it down his throat, ensured that he hardly got a sound past his lips. And the occasional gagging noise, when one of his thrusts were just too viscous, should be muffled by the door.
Which Danny had the guy pressed to and the continual banging of his hands against the door could prove to be a problem, if that Daniel guy decided to investigate. So he took them, placed one on his head, allowing him to grip his hair tightly, the other on his shoulder.
It gave the guy leverage to dictate Danny's pace and how far he took him down, but he didn't seem to realise that just know, he just gripped but didn't guide. Or maybe he just didn't do it, because when his thrusts became more frantic and Danny knew that he was nearing climax, he still only so much as moved the hand on Danny's shoulder to his neck.
Danny pulled of, circling fingers around the base of the guy's cock, looking up at him. He was panting heavily, face flushed and lips pouting.
“How do want to come? In my mouth? Over my face?”
The bouncer - and for some reason Danny wondered if it was worth it to ask his name, when he saw him press his eyes closed and let his head thud against the door - didn't answer immediately, but stopped the movement of Danny's hand.
“Sit on the desk, get your pants off.”
“You're not going to fuck me.”
The guy opened his eyes again, looked down at him. “I'm not.” His eyes searched Danny's face but he didn't wait to see what he found there, just got up and did as he was told.
He was pulled forward when the guy stepped up to him, until his ass was hanging over the edge and he couldn't, wouldn't, hold back a deep moan when a long finger disappeared between those luscious lips, wetting it thoroughly. Under different circumstances Danny would have wanted those lips around his cock, but right now what he wanted more than anything was that finger inside of him. He didn't have to wait long and he moaned again at how perfect it felt, just the length and girth to push all the right buttons and another finger was already wiggling itself inside of him and all Danny could do was squeeze his cock hard to not come then and there.
But he knew he couldn't stave it off much longer, not with three fingers inside his ass now and the guy's other hand jerking both of them off simultaneously. And he didn't have to, when the bouncer came all over his stomach and leaned forward to bite at Danny's collarbone, he was gone himself.
The guy moved back after only a second, rummaging in the desk's drawers until he produced some tissues. Danny had expected to clean himself up but he was surprised by the guy's unusual behaviour again when he did it for him.
“Thanks.”
He only received a nod but it was enough. “Tell me your name.”
He half expected to not receive an answer, half hoped the guy was what he had already made of him in his head - not half as hard and scary as he appeared to be.
“Martin.”
Danny couldn't keep a chuckle to himself. “You know, the guy that got us here is called Martin too.”
This Martin only shrugged, stepping back so Danny could get up and pull his pants back on.
“I'm sure we're nothing alike though.”
Danny stepped forward. “You are not.” His breath ghosting over Martin's ear. “He certainly never fingered me as good as you.”
He moved to the door, hand on the handle already and turned back around half way. “Will you let us, will you let me in if I come here again?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I'll let you fuck me next time then.” And he was out the door.