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Title: The One We Share
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Sergio Ramos; implied: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos/Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Disclaimer: "The thoughts I write have little relevance in reality" as quoted by lovinthelads
Author’s Notes: Written for Cesc's World Cup Key Party. It was supposed to be porn *wails* I have no idea what this ended up as but the boys wouldn't play without discussing feelings, so I'm sorry. Hopefully this is still fullfilling, but honestly, I have no idea. (Also see end for another ramble, apologies in advance.)
“So you’re more interested in the view than me?” Sergio’s voice startles the tall Dane into turning from the window.
“God no,” he states quickly, taking a step towards the bed where the Spaniard is lying stretched out, fingers casually playing with the lube he’d dropped onto the sheets. A smile breaks out across Sergio's face, a laugh bubbling out a moment later. Daniel shakes his head, his own smile in place as he realises he’s being teased. “This view’s pretty spectacular too,” he admits, kneeling on the bed next to his Spanish counterpart.
“Oh yeah?” Sergio sits up and tugs off Daniel's shirt. Daniel nods, his eyes dark as he bites his lip self-consciously. Another laugh bubbles out of the Spaniard as he removes his own shirt. “Good. Mine’s not bad either,” he reassures the Dane, his fingers moving to ghost over the symbols decorating Daniel’s ribs. The man shivers under the touch, his own hands going out - one to grasp a shoulder and the thumb of the other rubbing Sergio’s nipple to a pebble. The Spaniard lets out a low moan, fumbling with Daniel’s buckle.
Both men pull away and by unspoken agreement quickly shuck the rest of their clothing. They end up in a similar position; Sergio reclined against the headboard, Daniel kneeling almost hesitantly beside him. Sergio reaches out, his hands dark against Daniel’s pale skin where they encompass his waist. He pulls gently and the Dane goes willingly, moulding his lanky frame to Sergio’s body. The Spaniard mouths along Daniel’s collarbone, one of the Dane’s hands threading through long strands of hair, the other kneading skilfully at the back of Sergio’s neck.
The Spanish defender flips them over suddenly, one hand cradling the Dane’s head to stop it smashing against the headboard. Daniel blinks up at him and Sergio smiles, returning to mouthing down his chest. Daniel’s eyes roll back briefly when his nipples are bitten softly, one after the other, his hands slipping down to grasp Sergio’s shoulders as the man dips his tongue into his navel. Sergio stops, hovering only inches above the Danish defender’s erect cock. Daniel looks down at him and gulps at the picture the stunning young man presents sprawled between his legs. “This view’s even better.” The Dane chokes out. Sergio’s musical laugh filling the room again.
The sound echoes in Daniel’s ears as he’s engulfed into a warm, wet, talented mouth. He moans loudly as Sergio works him expertly. The Spaniard has a beautiful mouth and his lips are full and smooth against Daniel’s balls as he deep-throats him. Sergio hums as he pulls off and dips down again. Daniel’s fingers tangle in his hair again but not pulling or directing him in anyway. The Dane is vocal in his appreciation of Sergio’s work and it’s not long before the words out of his mouth are a mix of Danish and English curses, even a few Spanish ones thrown in. Daniel tugs once at Sergio’s hair and the other man knows it’s a warning before the Dane gasps out the words. His only response is to hum once again and Daniel comes, arching off the bed in a brilliant bow.
Sergio slithers up the bed, grinning like the cat that got the cream, as Daniel pants, gradually catching his breath. Once he has he smiles radiantly at the Spaniard and rolls to loom over him. He presses a chaste kiss to the hollow of Sergio’s throat and then nips his way down his chest. The sharp sting of teeth is always followed by a lapping tongue to soothe any pain but Sergio’s main reaction is to jolt like he’s receiving minute static shocks. He’s painfully hard and knows he’s not going to last long when Daniel starts whatever he’s planning. The Dane grins mischievously and nips one last time at the Spaniard’s beautiful abs, before blowing across the man’s cock. Sergio shoots up, coming suddenly and even quicker than expected, “Oh my God.”
By the time Sergio recovers Daniel has cleaned off his chest and is lying alongside him, propped upon an elbow watching him. “For the record I don’t usually come that fast.” The Spaniard defends, causing the Dane to laugh. “I don’t,” he pouts, “ask Fernando.”
Daniel stops laughing but is still smiling gently as he pokes at Sergio’s cheek to get him to smile. Sergio snaps his teeth at the finger, turning on his side to mirror the other man.
“Does Fernando ever talk about me?” A brief shadow passes over the Spaniard’s face as he asks this, eloquently broadcasting his insecurity.
Daniel shakes his head, not denying the question but, “We’re not talking about Fernando,” he explains gently, “at least not until he’s here with us.” The Dane paused, his features darkening. “You will share, won’t you?” he asks hesitantly, revealing his own insecurities.
Sergio frowns. “He asked us both to be here,” he states, his tone questioning.
“It’s the World Cup. He’s playing with Spain, which means he’s with you at the moment. Well, he’s always yours but...” Daniel tries to explain, getting flustered before being cut off by Sergio pressing a kiss to his lips. He freezes and frowns when Sergio pulls back with a soft smile on his face.
“I get it.” The Spanish defender tells him, smoothing the frown lines away with a gentle fingertip. “Thank you.”
Daniel nods, one hand settling on Sergio’s hip, thumb rubbing softly. Sergio cupped the Dane’s face, his own thumb tracing a pattern between his cheekbone and lips. “I know you don’t want to talk about him but I get why Fernando loves you.” The Spaniard murmurs, leaning in to grace him with another gentle kiss. This time Daniel responds, kissing back softly.
“And how could he not love you.” The reply is whispered between kisses that become progressively more involved.
They wind up with Daniel pressing Sergio into the bed, both hard once again. They pull apart and Sergio squirms due to something digging into his back. Daniel pants into his neck as he reaches behind himself and pulls out the offending object. The Spaniard lets out a laugh when he sees it causing Daniel to lift his head to look at him. Sergio dangles the tube of lube in his face, still chuckling. Daniel blushes and buries his face back into Sergio's neck, mouthing and nipping at the skin there. He pulls away again when he feels the tube being pressed into his hand. "I want you in me." Sergio answers his questioning look simply and with no hesitation. Daniel is the one that hesitates as his fingers close around the bottle. "Please?" Sergio looks up at him through fluttering eyelashes and the tension breaks, Daniel huffing out a laugh at the absurd picture the confident defender makes.
He has two fingers buried to the hilt inside the Spaniard before Sergio can tell him he's taking too long, because once he's decided Daniel is not a man to back down or leave his partner hanging. And Sergio is most definitely his partner in this, the other man is right there with him, moaning out his pleasure as the Dane's long fingers find the right spot. Sergio babbles, asking for more in all languages he knows and pouting in discontent when Daniel pulls out and flips them over. The Danish defender fumbles for a condom from the bedside table and rolls it on while Sergio watches him with hungry eyes from his perch across the Dane's thighs. Daniel meets his eyes. "Ride me," he demands, his voice gravely and vibrating pleasurably up Sergio's spine. The Spaniard doesn't have to be told twice and their joining draws long, low moans from them both.
Sergio sits for a moment, catching his breath as Daniel's hand circle his waist. "Okay?" the Dane questions. Sergio hums in response and rocks his hips in small circles. Daniel gasps and jerks upwards.
"There!" the Spaniard gasps out, grinding hard into the man below him. Daniel nods frantically and pounds upwards whilst pulling Sergio down into him. They match up in rhythm quickly and Sergio pretty certain he's going to come once again without the other man ever once touching his cock.
They lose themselves, completely submersed in what they're doing and who they're doing, three maybe four languages mingling with moans and sounds of skin meeting skin. Daniel pushes himself up suddenly, wanting more contact and secretly wanting this to be more than just another fuck, wants to make this good and in a way prove himself good enough to look after Fernando, even if it is only when this spectacular man he's currently buried in isn't there. Sergio for his part is seeing stars and wondering why the hell Fernando comes back to him after this. He's good and he knows Fernando loves him, but damn, Daniel is almost a God. If he's honest with himself for a brief second just before his world shatters (without a single touch from the Dane) he's jealous of the striker.
Daniel comes a millisecond after him and they collapse on the bed, all sated limbs and sleepy smiles.
"You are stunning." The Dane murmurs as he slips from the Spaniard. He winces slightly as he removes and ties off the condom, flinging it haphazardly in the direction of the bin. Sergio laughs tiredly from where he's sprawled face first into the pillows.
"You're not too bad yourself," he mumbles, his voice trailing off as he slips into sleep. Daniel smiles, almost sadly and presses a kiss to the other man's heart before he too greets the sandman.
Daniel is once again startled out of his appreciation of the view offered from the window, this time by a pair of freckled arms circling his waist and a soft kiss pressed to his shoulder. Fernando hooks his chin over the Dane’s shoulder and smiles at him via their reflections. Daniel smiles back and relaxes into the other man.
“Did you have fun?” the Spaniard asks quietly as Daniel links their fingers.
“I did. Your boy has a helluva mouth on him.”
Fernando laughs and pulls away to look at the ‘boy’ in question. Sergio is fast asleep, sprawled out decadently across the large bed, a white sheet covering only his pelvis and contrasting brilliantly with his skin. Daniel turns as well, reversing their previous position and they both watch the sleeping defender for a long moment.
Daniel breaks it by sighing softly and pushing Fernando towards the bed. The striker looks back questioningly at the defender who shakes his head, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Please?”Fernando entreats, offering his hand, “I’m greedy.”
Daniel shakes his head again but he’s never been able to refuse the Spaniard anything and so slips his hand into the other’s and lets himself be pulled to the bed.
Sergio stirs as the pair settle around him. He blinks awake and finds Fernando smiling down at him. A sleepy smile crosses his face. “Hola,” he murmurs, reaching out to pull him into a soft kiss. Daniel watches them mould together, pure familiarity, and feels something in his chest clench. Sometimes he wishes he had the right to be jealous and possessive but he doesn’t, especially not now because what did he expect at this party. He shifts readying himself to leave but a hand catches his wrist. He’s expecting it to be Fernando so the tan startles him. His eyes jerk up to meet two pairs of Spanish chocolate regarding him steadily, almost tenderly. “I said I’d share.” Sergio reminds the Dane, prompting a shy smile as the man relaxes fully onto the bed.
"Also, I want to be inside you now." Sergio breaks the silence a few moments later, causing Fernando to laugh and Daniel to blush.
"So you were the top, eh?" Fernando nudges the blushing Dane teasingly.
Sergio nods enthusiastically, "God he's good. 'Nando, why didn't you share before?"
Fernando laughs again and flicks a brief possessive glance at the Dane whose blush has spread down his chest. He strokes the chest in question and smiles softly when Daniel meets his eyes.
"Seriously. He made me come without touching me. Twice!" Sergio complains. His heart freezes for a second at the actions of the two men in front of him, but he pushes it away to continue lightly (strangely enough it's Daniel's earlier words that enable him to), "I came from him blowing on me. Blowing!"
"He's good at that." Fernando turns his smile onto his Spanish defender and all the man can do is smile back.
"Yes well, Sergio's mouth is a Godsend and he moves like a dancer." Daniel's voice is soft and he links his hand into Sergio's and squeezes lightly. This whole situation is completely fucked up and in terms of feelings Fernando's the odd one out because he loves them both. Although Daniel's pretty sure given half a chance he could fall for the Spanish defender because, as he'd murmured before, how could he not.
"So, a Danish sandwich?" Fernando proposes, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Daniel gulps as the two Spaniards share Cheshire cat grins and then turn towards him.
"Please?" Sergio entreats, and the trick works exactly the same as the first time. Daniel relaxes and gives a short nod which is all the two men need to pounce.
NB: so in my head this stopped before the threesome as Sergio didn't actually stop Daniel and he left before they realised and then Daniel rang Nicklas and basically cried at him, so then Nicklas rang Cesc who found Iker and then Cesc went to find Dan and Iker went to see what Sergio and Fernando were up to and he found them dressing to go look for Dan and then Cesc text Iker to tell him he'd found Dan on the beach and could he bring a blanket because it was cold, so the three of them traisped out to the beach and basically curled around Dan and Fernando told him he loved him and Sergio told him he was special and they had a cuddle-fest on the beach.
So yeah, the version that got written ended in sex, which is obviously more fitting, but actually only ended up being slightly less angsty. Sorry. And I don't know what happened to Yoann, maybe rainstorm20's 'Nando wore him out too completely?
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Sergio Ramos; implied: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos/Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Disclaimer: "The thoughts I write have little relevance in reality" as quoted by lovinthelads
Author’s Notes: Written for Cesc's World Cup Key Party. It was supposed to be porn *wails* I have no idea what this ended up as but the boys wouldn't play without discussing feelings, so I'm sorry. Hopefully this is still fullfilling, but honestly, I have no idea. (Also see end for another ramble, apologies in advance.)
“So you’re more interested in the view than me?” Sergio’s voice startles the tall Dane into turning from the window.
“God no,” he states quickly, taking a step towards the bed where the Spaniard is lying stretched out, fingers casually playing with the lube he’d dropped onto the sheets. A smile breaks out across Sergio's face, a laugh bubbling out a moment later. Daniel shakes his head, his own smile in place as he realises he’s being teased. “This view’s pretty spectacular too,” he admits, kneeling on the bed next to his Spanish counterpart.
“Oh yeah?” Sergio sits up and tugs off Daniel's shirt. Daniel nods, his eyes dark as he bites his lip self-consciously. Another laugh bubbles out of the Spaniard as he removes his own shirt. “Good. Mine’s not bad either,” he reassures the Dane, his fingers moving to ghost over the symbols decorating Daniel’s ribs. The man shivers under the touch, his own hands going out - one to grasp a shoulder and the thumb of the other rubbing Sergio’s nipple to a pebble. The Spaniard lets out a low moan, fumbling with Daniel’s buckle.
Both men pull away and by unspoken agreement quickly shuck the rest of their clothing. They end up in a similar position; Sergio reclined against the headboard, Daniel kneeling almost hesitantly beside him. Sergio reaches out, his hands dark against Daniel’s pale skin where they encompass his waist. He pulls gently and the Dane goes willingly, moulding his lanky frame to Sergio’s body. The Spaniard mouths along Daniel’s collarbone, one of the Dane’s hands threading through long strands of hair, the other kneading skilfully at the back of Sergio’s neck.
The Spanish defender flips them over suddenly, one hand cradling the Dane’s head to stop it smashing against the headboard. Daniel blinks up at him and Sergio smiles, returning to mouthing down his chest. Daniel’s eyes roll back briefly when his nipples are bitten softly, one after the other, his hands slipping down to grasp Sergio’s shoulders as the man dips his tongue into his navel. Sergio stops, hovering only inches above the Danish defender’s erect cock. Daniel looks down at him and gulps at the picture the stunning young man presents sprawled between his legs. “This view’s even better.” The Dane chokes out. Sergio’s musical laugh filling the room again.
The sound echoes in Daniel’s ears as he’s engulfed into a warm, wet, talented mouth. He moans loudly as Sergio works him expertly. The Spaniard has a beautiful mouth and his lips are full and smooth against Daniel’s balls as he deep-throats him. Sergio hums as he pulls off and dips down again. Daniel’s fingers tangle in his hair again but not pulling or directing him in anyway. The Dane is vocal in his appreciation of Sergio’s work and it’s not long before the words out of his mouth are a mix of Danish and English curses, even a few Spanish ones thrown in. Daniel tugs once at Sergio’s hair and the other man knows it’s a warning before the Dane gasps out the words. His only response is to hum once again and Daniel comes, arching off the bed in a brilliant bow.
Sergio slithers up the bed, grinning like the cat that got the cream, as Daniel pants, gradually catching his breath. Once he has he smiles radiantly at the Spaniard and rolls to loom over him. He presses a chaste kiss to the hollow of Sergio’s throat and then nips his way down his chest. The sharp sting of teeth is always followed by a lapping tongue to soothe any pain but Sergio’s main reaction is to jolt like he’s receiving minute static shocks. He’s painfully hard and knows he’s not going to last long when Daniel starts whatever he’s planning. The Dane grins mischievously and nips one last time at the Spaniard’s beautiful abs, before blowing across the man’s cock. Sergio shoots up, coming suddenly and even quicker than expected, “Oh my God.”
By the time Sergio recovers Daniel has cleaned off his chest and is lying alongside him, propped upon an elbow watching him. “For the record I don’t usually come that fast.” The Spaniard defends, causing the Dane to laugh. “I don’t,” he pouts, “ask Fernando.”
Daniel stops laughing but is still smiling gently as he pokes at Sergio’s cheek to get him to smile. Sergio snaps his teeth at the finger, turning on his side to mirror the other man.
“Does Fernando ever talk about me?” A brief shadow passes over the Spaniard’s face as he asks this, eloquently broadcasting his insecurity.
Daniel shakes his head, not denying the question but, “We’re not talking about Fernando,” he explains gently, “at least not until he’s here with us.” The Dane paused, his features darkening. “You will share, won’t you?” he asks hesitantly, revealing his own insecurities.
Sergio frowns. “He asked us both to be here,” he states, his tone questioning.
“It’s the World Cup. He’s playing with Spain, which means he’s with you at the moment. Well, he’s always yours but...” Daniel tries to explain, getting flustered before being cut off by Sergio pressing a kiss to his lips. He freezes and frowns when Sergio pulls back with a soft smile on his face.
“I get it.” The Spanish defender tells him, smoothing the frown lines away with a gentle fingertip. “Thank you.”
Daniel nods, one hand settling on Sergio’s hip, thumb rubbing softly. Sergio cupped the Dane’s face, his own thumb tracing a pattern between his cheekbone and lips. “I know you don’t want to talk about him but I get why Fernando loves you.” The Spaniard murmurs, leaning in to grace him with another gentle kiss. This time Daniel responds, kissing back softly.
“And how could he not love you.” The reply is whispered between kisses that become progressively more involved.
They wind up with Daniel pressing Sergio into the bed, both hard once again. They pull apart and Sergio squirms due to something digging into his back. Daniel pants into his neck as he reaches behind himself and pulls out the offending object. The Spaniard lets out a laugh when he sees it causing Daniel to lift his head to look at him. Sergio dangles the tube of lube in his face, still chuckling. Daniel blushes and buries his face back into Sergio's neck, mouthing and nipping at the skin there. He pulls away again when he feels the tube being pressed into his hand. "I want you in me." Sergio answers his questioning look simply and with no hesitation. Daniel is the one that hesitates as his fingers close around the bottle. "Please?" Sergio looks up at him through fluttering eyelashes and the tension breaks, Daniel huffing out a laugh at the absurd picture the confident defender makes.
He has two fingers buried to the hilt inside the Spaniard before Sergio can tell him he's taking too long, because once he's decided Daniel is not a man to back down or leave his partner hanging. And Sergio is most definitely his partner in this, the other man is right there with him, moaning out his pleasure as the Dane's long fingers find the right spot. Sergio babbles, asking for more in all languages he knows and pouting in discontent when Daniel pulls out and flips them over. The Danish defender fumbles for a condom from the bedside table and rolls it on while Sergio watches him with hungry eyes from his perch across the Dane's thighs. Daniel meets his eyes. "Ride me," he demands, his voice gravely and vibrating pleasurably up Sergio's spine. The Spaniard doesn't have to be told twice and their joining draws long, low moans from them both.
Sergio sits for a moment, catching his breath as Daniel's hand circle his waist. "Okay?" the Dane questions. Sergio hums in response and rocks his hips in small circles. Daniel gasps and jerks upwards.
"There!" the Spaniard gasps out, grinding hard into the man below him. Daniel nods frantically and pounds upwards whilst pulling Sergio down into him. They match up in rhythm quickly and Sergio pretty certain he's going to come once again without the other man ever once touching his cock.
They lose themselves, completely submersed in what they're doing and who they're doing, three maybe four languages mingling with moans and sounds of skin meeting skin. Daniel pushes himself up suddenly, wanting more contact and secretly wanting this to be more than just another fuck, wants to make this good and in a way prove himself good enough to look after Fernando, even if it is only when this spectacular man he's currently buried in isn't there. Sergio for his part is seeing stars and wondering why the hell Fernando comes back to him after this. He's good and he knows Fernando loves him, but damn, Daniel is almost a God. If he's honest with himself for a brief second just before his world shatters (without a single touch from the Dane) he's jealous of the striker.
Daniel comes a millisecond after him and they collapse on the bed, all sated limbs and sleepy smiles.
"You are stunning." The Dane murmurs as he slips from the Spaniard. He winces slightly as he removes and ties off the condom, flinging it haphazardly in the direction of the bin. Sergio laughs tiredly from where he's sprawled face first into the pillows.
"You're not too bad yourself," he mumbles, his voice trailing off as he slips into sleep. Daniel smiles, almost sadly and presses a kiss to the other man's heart before he too greets the sandman.
Daniel is once again startled out of his appreciation of the view offered from the window, this time by a pair of freckled arms circling his waist and a soft kiss pressed to his shoulder. Fernando hooks his chin over the Dane’s shoulder and smiles at him via their reflections. Daniel smiles back and relaxes into the other man.
“Did you have fun?” the Spaniard asks quietly as Daniel links their fingers.
“I did. Your boy has a helluva mouth on him.”
Fernando laughs and pulls away to look at the ‘boy’ in question. Sergio is fast asleep, sprawled out decadently across the large bed, a white sheet covering only his pelvis and contrasting brilliantly with his skin. Daniel turns as well, reversing their previous position and they both watch the sleeping defender for a long moment.
Daniel breaks it by sighing softly and pushing Fernando towards the bed. The striker looks back questioningly at the defender who shakes his head, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Please?”Fernando entreats, offering his hand, “I’m greedy.”
Daniel shakes his head again but he’s never been able to refuse the Spaniard anything and so slips his hand into the other’s and lets himself be pulled to the bed.
Sergio stirs as the pair settle around him. He blinks awake and finds Fernando smiling down at him. A sleepy smile crosses his face. “Hola,” he murmurs, reaching out to pull him into a soft kiss. Daniel watches them mould together, pure familiarity, and feels something in his chest clench. Sometimes he wishes he had the right to be jealous and possessive but he doesn’t, especially not now because what did he expect at this party. He shifts readying himself to leave but a hand catches his wrist. He’s expecting it to be Fernando so the tan startles him. His eyes jerk up to meet two pairs of Spanish chocolate regarding him steadily, almost tenderly. “I said I’d share.” Sergio reminds the Dane, prompting a shy smile as the man relaxes fully onto the bed.
"Also, I want to be inside you now." Sergio breaks the silence a few moments later, causing Fernando to laugh and Daniel to blush.
"So you were the top, eh?" Fernando nudges the blushing Dane teasingly.
Sergio nods enthusiastically, "God he's good. 'Nando, why didn't you share before?"
Fernando laughs again and flicks a brief possessive glance at the Dane whose blush has spread down his chest. He strokes the chest in question and smiles softly when Daniel meets his eyes.
"Seriously. He made me come without touching me. Twice!" Sergio complains. His heart freezes for a second at the actions of the two men in front of him, but he pushes it away to continue lightly (strangely enough it's Daniel's earlier words that enable him to), "I came from him blowing on me. Blowing!"
"He's good at that." Fernando turns his smile onto his Spanish defender and all the man can do is smile back.
"Yes well, Sergio's mouth is a Godsend and he moves like a dancer." Daniel's voice is soft and he links his hand into Sergio's and squeezes lightly. This whole situation is completely fucked up and in terms of feelings Fernando's the odd one out because he loves them both. Although Daniel's pretty sure given half a chance he could fall for the Spanish defender because, as he'd murmured before, how could he not.
"So, a Danish sandwich?" Fernando proposes, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Daniel gulps as the two Spaniards share Cheshire cat grins and then turn towards him.
"Please?" Sergio entreats, and the trick works exactly the same as the first time. Daniel relaxes and gives a short nod which is all the two men need to pounce.
NB: so in my head this stopped before the threesome as Sergio didn't actually stop Daniel and he left before they realised and then Daniel rang Nicklas and basically cried at him, so then Nicklas rang Cesc who found Iker and then Cesc went to find Dan and Iker went to see what Sergio and Fernando were up to and he found them dressing to go look for Dan and then Cesc text Iker to tell him he'd found Dan on the beach and could he bring a blanket because it was cold, so the three of them traisped out to the beach and basically curled around Dan and Fernando told him he loved him and Sergio told him he was special and they had a cuddle-fest on the beach.
So yeah, the version that got written ended in sex, which is obviously more fitting, but actually only ended up being slightly less angsty. Sorry. And I don't know what happened to Yoann, maybe rainstorm20's 'Nando wore him out too completely?