Not Alone - AU

[littlesumo]

Title:  Not Alone - 5b/6



It is very probable that, now, finally, it is happening. Fernando had wanted it to happen since Cádiz, but he didn't want to jump Dan, either, and fuck if this man didn't like to give mixed signals.

Breaking the kiss in the middle of the hallway, Fernando looks into Dan's eyes, for just a second, wanting to see lust there, and when he's rewarded by a spark of undeniable desire in those eyes - he still can't quite decide on their colour sometimes - he grins, leaning forward and kissing Dan again.

Again, and again, and again, he doesn't really want to stop, as they tumble their way to the bedroom.

He already thinks the heat might consume him, radiating outward from every inch of his skin that's touching Dan's, and he wants it to, wants to go up in flames if only to feel alive in the moments before he burns away.

They've stopped right at the foot of the bed and Dan's trailing gentle fingers down his sides, light enough to send shivers across his skin, hands ending up right above the waistband of his jeans. Their mouths are still firmly attached, tongues entwining lazily, more slowly now. He wants to sift through exactly what Dan tastes like, put a name to every layer to sort into his memories, even though he hopes he'll get more (infinite) chances to relearn them all.

Finally Dan pulls back, thumb stroking the curve of Fernando's right hipbone, eyes holding a beautiful wreck of lust and happiness and insecurity, and Fernando doesn't want to use words as reassurance anymore; he wants to use his hands and lips and tongue until Dan knows that he's perfect, that this is perfect.

They look at each other for a few moments, and Fernando just takes in how the moonlight highlights the side of Dan's face, freckles dotting his skin, and Fernando wants to count them and memorise each one, make a map in his head so he'll always find his way back.

He leans down, mouth fitting over Dan's collarbone, and he feels a hand move to the back of his head, fist closing around his hair and keeping him right where he is as a gasp escapes Dan's lips. It feels right and Fernando wants to take all the time in the world to explore the whole of Dan's body, his tattoos, his muscles, his cock, everything.

"Nando..."

Fernando hums in answer, hearing in Dan's tone that he wants to say more. Fernando can't bring himself to stop kissing Dan, though, he's been thinking, imagining, dreaming about this for too long now. He grips Dan's hips when they move a little - he doesn't want him to start talking and break the spell or think suddenly this is a mistake. He wants Dan to think this is right, but they had so many missed chances that he's getting a little bit desperate.

"Let me- let's lie down, yeah? I'm not going anywhere, Nando."

"I don't think I would let you." The words barely brush his lips and he's not sure if he really meant to say them out loud, but Dan's smiling as he sits down on the bed and moves backward on his elbows, like he can't let Fernando out of his sight.

"C'mere." Dan cocks his head, eyes warm, mouth soft, and Fernando doesn't need to be told twice. He crawls onto the bed until his knees are on either side of Dan's thighs and just admires for a moment, the shadows in the curves of Dan's cheekbones that make him look darker and wilder, the sharpness of Dan's collarbones just begging for him to dip down and bite, and the inked skin that makes his fingertips tingle like they're daring to touch something priceless.

"Beautiful," he breathes just as he lowers his mouth to Dan's shoulder, the word muffled against skin, and proceeds to trail his lips down a spontaneous path, tongue flicking out every so often to pick up Dan's taste like he's feeding an addiction.

"Nando," wavers in the air, wrapped around a light groan but there's no movement to suggest impatience so Fernando keeps to his slow pace, making it over to Dan's left inner wrist then back, before dipping his fingers under the waistband of Dan's jeans, tracing the edge of his boxer-briefs.

His mouth makes its way to Dan's other side, this time the kisses and touches going down along Dan's ribs, picking up a rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing under his tongue and lips. He deciphers the drawings he can make out, touches the inked skin, feeling its warmth, how alive it all is.

It's one-sided but Fernando doesn't care, he's been wanting this for too long to give up on the chance to discover Dan's body on his own terms. He's not teasing, that's not his point, but he's not sure he'd manage to explain to Dan what he wants - needs - to do right now. Worship this man in front of him, the one that possibly saved him from his darkness.

"Nando-"

Again, words stopped at the edge of Dan's mouth, and Fernando looks up, eyes questioning, only to find Dan has thrown his head back, the column of his neck inviting, irresistible. Fernando moves back up, swiftly, and bites into the corded muscles - not to hurt, just to taste, and Dan moans, his hand grabbing Fernando's hair again.

In return, Fernando's fingers pull apart Dan's belt, pop open the button on his jeans. He wants more, and judging by the sound coming from deep within Dan when Fernando pulls down the zipper of his trousers, so does Dan.

He trails his tongue along Dan's neck, to soothe the teeth marks, just as he wraps his fingers (finally, finally) around Dan's cock.

"Ngh, god," Dan slurs as his hips surge upward, the incoherence vibrating against Fernando's tongue.

He's never really cared for talking during sex, but he wants to keep hearing Dan's voice, letting him know how good it feels and then begging for more.

"Tell me what you want." His mouth's moved over to Dan's ear now, lips brushing sensitive skin, and a soft keen breaks apart in Dan's throat.

"Harder." The word is caught between a whimper and a groan, and Fernando thinks that it's Dan's noises, already so deliciously helpless, that'll be the end of him.

He removes his hand, making sure Dan's watching as he licks a wide strip across his palm, and the heat in Dan's eyes alone makes his breath hitch a little. He tugs the rest of Dan's clothes off before he returns his hand to Dan's cock, strokes slow and rough as he watches Dan's face, memorizes the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and the way he bites his lips just before parting them.

Dan groans, his hand curling around the back of Fernando's neck, fingers digging into his muscles in an almost painful way, just almost, because to Fernando it feels amazing.

"Nando, Nando - fuck! I, um-"

Fernando looks up, his eyes meeting Dan. He doesn't stop moving his hand for a second and Dan doesn't stop thrusting up into the touch, either, but his hand moves to brush Fernando's cheek.

"What, Dan?"

Maybe he did something wrong, but he has no idea what and now it's a bit too late anyway. His sudden panic must show on his features, because Dan's face splits into a grin, relaxing Fernando immediately.

"You're wearing too many clothes."

Fernando finds himself chuckling, letting his head drop to Dan's shoulder. He twists his wrist a little viciously on Dan's cock, a sort of revenge that makes Dan punch him in the shoulder, before they both start laughing again.

Funnily enough, the mood's not broken.

"Seriously. You need to get naked, Nando. Now.”

Fernando doesn't let go of Dan's eyes as he gets up from the bed and sheds the rest of his clothes, and when he stands there completely bared, he feels his skin flush hotly under Dan's gaze, tingling pleasantly in spots where Dan's eyes linger. With Dan he always feels like he's worth more than a ball in the back of the net, more than his injured, useless knee, and he wants to pour his gratitude over Dan's body, in all the dips and creases until it's as permanent as his ink.

He gets back onto the bed and the slide of skin on skin is so delicious that he gasps with his mouth on the upward curve of Dan's shoulder, vaguely hearing a garbled word out of Dan at the same time and he guesses it's Danish. His hips rock forward then, partly in his need to hear more, to know that he's the reason Dan's losing control of his tongue and letting his instincts take over.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna-" The rest of the words catch in Dan's throat as Fernando flicks his tongue over a nipple.

"We have all night." His lips move against Dan's chest before he trails his tongue over hard muscle that clenches against the sensation, up the long arch of Dan's neck, dipping it teasingly into Dan's open mouth for a quick taste, and then delving it in deeper.

He wants this night to last forever, for demons and responsibilities and everything else to just disappear, leaving the two of them in a bubble of soft moans, lust, intimacy and comfort, where they can shed issues and clothes and skin and façades and just be themselves, and just love each other.

Because Fernando's not really denying it anymore, or trying to hide it from himself. Maybe he's not going to tell Dan just yet, but there's not the shadow of a doubt that Fernando loves him.

He pulls away from the kiss after letting it go deep and last long, expressing feelings he doesn't want to explain in words, and then Dan rolls them over, making Fernando laugh with surprise as he finds himself on his back, with Dan's mouth low on his hips, tongue tracing the bone.

"Dan..."

"My turn now."

Fernando looks down as Dan presses small, open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, peering at Fernando deviously through his lashes, and heat floods deep through Fernando's insides. He's sure he's never seen anything as sexy and satisfying as Dan's mouth on his skin, body propped up to show off strong, bare shoulders.

His eyes flutter shut as he feels warm wetness trail by his cock, so close that he writhes a little because he can already imagine the sensation engulfing him, hot persistent suction where he needs it most.

"You taste so sweet." The words are murmured into his skin and even though they're far from dirty, they make him clench his fingers into the sheets and swallow hard, feel his blood boil. "I'll have to find out if that's true everywhere."

And suddenly Dan's pressing his hips down with both hands as he licks a leisurely strip up the underside of his cock and Fernando's next inhale rips down his throat, hips surging against their restraints.

Fernando clenches his teeth, trying to resist the urge to just thrust up when Dan fits his lips around the head of his cock, tongue flicking against it, a hum making Fernando tremble.

He wants more, more, more, but he's not about to force it when they're finally here. He doesn't want a quick fuck to quell the frustration he's been feeling these past few months, he wants Dan completely, to give himself up in the same way, completely willing under Dan's touches.

A guttural moan makes its way out, from deep in his throat, when Dan leans in and sucks him in further, and fuck, it's been a while since Fernando’s had sex, even longer since he’s had a blowjob, and fuck, it's Dan, his lips his hands his tongue his moans fuckfuckfuck.

Fernando wills himself to calm down, and he manages to take one of his hands away from the sheets to run the tips of his fingers along the side of Dan's face, earning himself a look, a smile, devious, amused, teasing, hot. It makes him smile too, and then he closes his eyes at the onslaught of sensations wrecking his whole body, threatening to make him come way faster than he wants.

His hand fists in Dan's hair, pulling a little helplessly, not wanting Dan to move away and desperately wanting to at the same time, until Dan pulls away, obscene sound muffled by Fernando's loud moan.

"Problem, Nando?"

Dan's voice is a bit rough and Fernando wonders if it'd sound even rougher if he fucked Dan’s mouth raw.

"Am just- gonna..."

"I thought we had all night?"

As good (absolutely fucking good) as Dan's mouth feels, Fernando doesn't want their first time to be like this. He wants Dan above him, looking down at him, with swollen lips open in pleasure and pupils impossibly dark and blown when they both reach their orgasms.

"I want to feel you... in me. Please." He isn't above begging and he isn't ashamed of it either because Dan makes him feel wanted, like he's entitled to it, deserves it. He surrenders to the give and take, and for once, he's assured that he's not being selfish.

"Are you sure?" Dan worries his lower lip with his teeth even as his eyes darken, heavy with want.

Fernando reaches up to brush three fingertips against Dan's mouth, which parts at the touch, while he nods and proceeds to curl that hand around Dan's neck, pulling him down until their mouths are almost touching and he can see Dan's heart in his eyes.

"Okay," is barely a whisper against Fernando's lips and then they're kissing, tongues sliding, slow and soothing, as Fernando feels Dan shift and hears the shuffling of a hand in a drawer.

It makes Fernando's stomach knot with desire and anticipation, because he keeps on telling himself, finally, finally, finally, like a mantra in his head. Dan's free hand is running along Fernando's ribs, up and down, slowly, as they kiss and writhe and rub, building each other up in a steady rhythm.

"Oh, God, Dan..."

Fernando breaks the kiss with a moan and a few words, wanting more, needing more. He runs his fingers down Dan's back, digging in between the notches of his spine, trying to convey without words how much he needs this, and he's rewarded with Dan pulling back a little, smiling down at him. He's got lube in his hand and Fernando breathes a sigh a relief as he looks on, Dan slicking up his fingers and bringing them down, until Fernando feels them against him.

Dan grins, raising an eyebrow at Fernando when he moans wantonly, not being able to help himself.

"Eager?"

"If you don't get me ready for you in a second, I'll do it myself, Dan, I swear."

"Hey, maybe I wanna see that."

"Dan." It's supposed to sound threatening but instead, it's a shameless whine that curls out of his mouth as he attempts to push down onto Dan's fingers. "I swear if-"

And then his words abruptly die in his throat as Dan slides in one slick finger, so fucking slowly, and Fernando's lungs stop expanding all together for a long, torturous moment.

"Nando? Are you-" Fernando would've found Dan's sudden uncertainty endearing if it weren't for the need (for more, more) scorching lines bone-deep down his body, pulling his focus from anything other than the thought of Dan filling him completely and fucking him senseless.

All he can do is nod and spread his legs wider, and Dan seems to get the hint because he adds another finger up to the knuckle and curves both until- oh fuck, oh fuck, Fernando squeezes his eyes shut and arches his spine, mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

It feels so fucking good but Fernando is already aching for more, for Dan's cock inside him, deep, branding him from inside out. He needs traces on his body of this, reminders always of what happened, bites and scars and fingerprints, everything at once.

He's already missing Dan's mouth on his and on his skin, he's missing hands all over him, as if Dan's got five hands to touch Fernando everywhere at once, he's missing Dan's erection between his lips, he wants it all and more at the same time, overwhelming, threatening to make him go mad with images and sensations.

"Oh God, fuck, fuck fuck Dan!"

Dan drags his mouth along Fernando's chest, lips wet and tongue leaving a trail from ribs to nipple, his breathing heavy and shallow, going through Fernando's skin, right to his heart, and Fernando can just cling, hoping it will be enough for Dan to understand.

When the fingers are withdrawn, Fernando lets out an helpless moan, his eyes opening suddenly, and he watches Dan move back and prepare himself, his heart rattling against his ribcage. Yes, yes.

"Yessss..."

His moan turns into a hiss when Dan guides his cock inside Fernando's arse, slowly, carefully, and the slight burn, the fullness, feels so amazing Fernando sees stars behind his eyelids.

He wraps his legs firmly around Dan, thighs clenching, urging Dan to move. There's no limit on what he wants now; he wants it all. Wants Dan to carry him beyond the edge of his world where all he can do is hold on tightly and remember to breathe.

Dan pulls out enough to make him whimper at the loss but then thrusts back in, going a little deeper this time, and he digs his heels into Dan's lower back while gripping Dan's biceps, pleasure raking down his spine.

"God, you feel so tight, so good." The words are half-slurred and half-broken as Dan sets a hard, fast rhythm, finding the exact angle to make Fernando's head fall back and hips rise to meet Dan's halfway, moans thick in his throat.

Dan's mouth latches onto his bared neck, tongue lapping in time to his thrusts, and Fernando grips Dan's arm even more tightly, imagining that his nails are cutting half moons into Dan's inked skin, adding their own symmetry to the art.

Then Dan draws back, sliding one hot hand along the back of his thigh, and it takes his lust-wrecked brain a second to realise what Dan wants. He untangles his legs from around Dan's waist and lets Dan guide them, with gentle fingers skimming his calves, until they settle onto strong shoulders.

Fernando’s lucky he's still nimble, and even if the change in position hurts his knee a little he wouldn't trade this in for the world.

As it is, his brain is somewhere between here and Heaven, Dan's thrusts, steady and deep and hard, bringing him closer and closer to the skies and feelings he can't name that he's chasing right now.

Dan keeps on moaning, his head turned and his kisses running along Fernando's calves, just like his hands, until one of them leaves, to reach down and grip Fernando's cock tightly, jerking in rhythm with his thrusts.

It's Fernando's undoing. Head pushed back into the pillows, he raises his hips, lost between Dan's cock and hand, wanting to push down and pull up, everything at once and he explodes, stars burning bright behind his eyelids as he comes, mouth open in gasped moans of Dan's name. He brings his hand to his own mouth and bites, muffling himself as he thinks, for a split second, that if he opens his eyes he'll be blind, vision wiped out by pure bliss.

Dan groans loudly and speeds up his thrusts, leaning down a little when Fernando's legs fall to his sides, his muscles giving out, refusing to work now. And then Dan comes with a kiss to Fernando's collarbone, that turns into a bite, pain and pleasure mixing as Fernando feels Dan come inside him.

He lays panting for a moment, not noticing much around him, concentrating on his breathing and keeping in the words, that so easily want to stumble past his lips, that he's not yet ready to say.

Fingers pry at his mouth, freeing his bottom lip from his teeth, and Dan’s mouth is there, soft and warm.

"Want to take a shower?"

Fernando blinks, then closes his eyes altogether for a second, focusing on his body. On the warm, sated, tired, so tired (in a very, very good way) feeling in his limbs.

He opens his eyes again and shakes his head a bit and notices that Dan has been watching him.

"No, I don't want to move."

Dan reaches his arm out to retrieve his shirt and use it to wipe at Fernando's stomach and chest, and it's hardly romantic or perfect and he sees Dan wince a bit, but Fernando doesn't care, because it is perfect. Between them.

"Actually, I don't want to move either.

Fernando kisses the lopsided grin on Dan’s face, deeply, then tucks down beside him, snuggling into his side.

He falls asleep to the steady rhythm of Dan's breathing and his fingers tracing paths over his back.

*

There is something to be said about being able to touch someone else freely, without restraint. Be it softly pushing away a strand of hair from Fernando's forehead, kissing him while he's putting on a T-shirt, his arms trapped in the sleeves, or trailing his fingers along his back in passing.

Dan enjoys it thoroughly, not having to think his actions through beforehand anymore, just doing it, and by the way Fernando's eyes sparkle, he does too.

They're having a quiet breakfast (which is really only coffee, coffee and some coffee), smiling at each other over the rim of their mugs.

"So, what’s the plan for today?"

Fernando's voice sounds a bit rough, and Dan wonders if it's a result of last night. He feels warmth creep up his neck at the thought before he banishes it firmly.

"I don't know what your plans are, but I've got two appointments at the parlour today. One of them is this huge work in progress, so it will take some time. But what about an early dinner? I should be free by 5."

"Hm... I was hoping for lunch because I have other plans later on."

Dan cradles his mug to his chest, looking at Fernando, weighing his options.

"What about... How late will you be? You could come here again tonight, and we will repeat this day tomorrow, only with lunch and dinner."

"You want me to stay over?" Fernando's smile turns mischievous. "Why, Mr Agger, are you trying to get into my pants again?"

"Well, I was rather thinking you could try to get into my pants this time."

Despite the threatening blushes on both of their faces, they start laughing.