House Of The Rising Sun (6/?)
Title: House Of The Rising Sun (6/?)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know I’m one.
Disclaimer: Not real.
When Daniel was next able to yank himself away from wading the treacherous waters of his memories he noticed the girl with the guitar was gone. It felt like an age had passed but it couldn’t have been all that long. It felt like the train was rattling along on one long continuous track; like there would be no stop, like he was doomed to sit aboard the illuminated train with the black rolling night swelling outside and pressing in heavily at the windows, swimming through memories he had tried so hard to forget and yet found himself eagerly navigating now that he was willing to face them.
It was almost as if he had to relive it all. To immerse himself in it, to close his eyes and have himself awash with the wilting memories that scattered like leaves in an autumn breeze through his mind, like the ripples of a falling stone into a murky pond. He had to relive it, to remind himself why the impulse to go back had been impossible to ignore. He sat back, slouching in his seat and heaving a sigh as he reached back into the depths of his mind and pulled them to the service as one might pluck a shining shell from the bottom of a shallow rock pool. It didn’t take any coaxing, they never did and without any effort whatsoever he was there once more.
Except this time he was sitting in his car and it was dawn and the fading blues of the night were seeping away into the light of a sun that was rising over a grey horizon steeped in smog and thick with the haze of the unrelenting night.
He hadn’t been waiting all that long really and he was still comfortably glowing from the previous hours he had spent in The Rising Sun. It was very early on a Sunday morning and just as he had promised, Fernando had agreed to let him drop him home. When he saw his familiar figure appear at the end of the street he leant across and popped the lock, turning the key in the ignition to speed away from that street as fast as he knew Fernando would want to.
Despite having only said goodbye to him not two hours previously he was filled to the brim with an eagerness he found did not come naturally to him; eager to see him as he was always eager to see Fernando. It was weighted in his chest and stomach, palpable and uncomfortable like a heavy stone lodged between his ribs.
Fernando glanced anxiously over his shoulder every few steps as he approached the car and Daniel found himself holding his breath in waiting until finally, Fernando was opening the door and sliding elegantly into the seat.
“Hi,” Daniel grinned, putting the car into gear and pulling away from the curb and speeding them away from the street where the very houses themselves had eyes.
“Hi,” Fernando said smiling and yanking his hood down as he leant across and planted his lips against his cheek.
The corners of Daniel’s mouth turned up and before he could stop himself he was pulling over again and yanking the handbrake up. The face Fernando turned on him was a question to itself but Daniel didn’t pause to answer it. Instead he leant across the distance that separated them and snaked his hand to the nape of Fernando’s neck. He saw the moment that Fernando realised what he was doing. His anxious countenance melted of its worry and his features softened as he leant in to receive his kiss.
Fernando was smiling into it, Daniel could feel the upward curve of his lips and he couldn’t resist letting his tongue lap out over them. Fernando opened his mouth and sucked in his tongue, tilting his head and pressing in firmer and from his mouth stemmed a fire that he felt to the tips of his very toes.
He groaned and fisted his hand in Fernando’s hair, yanking him impossibly closer and Fernando let out a small whimper and his hands slid out against Daniel’s chest. It didn’t matter how many times he kissed him, didn’t matter how many times they had sex because invariably, contact or not, he would always want more of him. It was the only excuse he could think of for the words that were bubbling ominously in his throat.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Fernando’s as they panted breathlessly into the perfect silence of a serene Sunday morning.
“Come home with me,” He whispered not opening his eyes for fear of the admonition and cold rejection he would see in Fernando’s face “you don’t even have to do anything, I just want you there,”
When Fernando did not reply Daniel forced himself to pull away, expecting and readying himself for the stab of raw resentment but it did not come. Fernando was wide eyed, worrying his bottom lip anxiously but his eyes were dark and his cheeks were pink and the minute nod of his head made Daniel’s heart thump erratically in his chest.
“Yeah?” He asked unable to chase away the excited connotations in his voice.
“Yeah,” Fernando said offering him an almost shy smile.
Daniel breathed out and took the handbrake off, turning the car around and driving in the opposite direction until they were eventually pulling up inside the square where he lived. In the early morning sunlight the houses that lined the square were extraordinarily white. The grass looked greener than it usually did and the cars that looped like a solid chain around the square gleamed almost violently. Fernando didn’t comment. He didn’t open his mouth around any of the words Daniel could see churning in his mind but he was not blind to the wide eyed, intimidated stare he gave the four storey old Victorian houses and he was not oblivious to the way he chaffed his hands nervously in his lap in a habit he was ill familiar with in Fernando. He was, after all, paid to be charming and relaxed. It was strange to see him anything other than inhumanly perfect, but it was welcome. As was the sight of him on his doorstep, in his world and beyond real and right there in front of him. It was strange but welcome.
When they entered the house the hallway glittered back at them, the sunlight pouring in intrusively behind them and Daniel could not help but pause and drink in the sight of Fernando standing amongst his things. He looked out of place and unsure and the tension radiating from him in thick waves was palpable; but he was there and that was the important thing.
He dropped his keys down onto the table with a resounding clang and Fernando snapped his head up to him, tearing his gaze away from the random pieces of art that lined his walls and the expensive looking chandelier that was hanging above them. Daniel crossed to him and forced his folded arms down to his sides, drawing him into his embrace and clutching him tightly.
Fernando reached up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing his forehead into his neck and turning his face into his skin, laying a gentle kiss against his pulse. Daniel smiled and nudged the side of his face, coaxing him up into a kiss that made the tension roll from Fernando’s frame as easily as ice melted in the spring.
“Do you want me to show you around?” He breathed between kisses as Fernando clung to him tighter and his mouth became more demanding.
Fernando shook his head “show me your bedroom,” he whispered in reply and Daniel grinned down at him, planting one last, firm kiss on his mouth before turning to tug him up the stairs.
His bedroom was at the front of the house, painted all white with polished wooden floor boards and furniture he imagined looked as bland and as devoured of life as the rest of the room. When he pushed open the door and led Fernando inside he kept his eyes on his face, watching the inflection of his countenance as he first glanced up and then around, drinking in the sight of the large, almost cold room.
“I imagined something brighter,” Fernando admitted, dropping his bag down on the floor and offering Daniel his other hand.
“Like what?” he smiled as he gripped both of Fernando’s hands in his and toed his shoes off.
Fernando shrugged “I don’t know, when I think of you I think of something bright, like red,”
“Are you telling me I need to redecorate?” he asked as he yanked Fernando closer and slid his hands around his waist.
Fernando chuckled, leaning his head back as Daniel’s mouth descended on his neck.
“It’s simple, it’s nice, it’s not complicated or over done… like you,” he said reaching up to frame Daniel’s face in his hands before pressing their mouths together.
It wasn’t hurried or sizzling with the lustful energy he so easily associated with Fernando. It was slow but burning and ardent and overwhelming in that he rarely took anyone back to his home. It was his. His small corner of the world and it was private, yet he wanted Fernando to see it and Fernando, ever in tune with him, seemed to know that without being told. It was a big deal, for them both, they were about to cross the line, to tilt the axis irrevocably and they both knew it.
He reached up, threading his fingers into Fernando’s hair and kissing him harder, probing deeply with his tongue and enjoying the taste of him; a taste he would never tire of. Fernando hummed, his hands pushing the jacket from Daniel’s shoulders and reaching down to grasp the hem of his t-shirt. In one fluid movement he tore it over his head, breaking the kiss for just a moment before their mouths were latched back together and Daniel was yanking the zip of Fernando’s hoody down, disentangling it from him and then pulling back to yank his t-shirt over his head.
He paused, letting his eyes drink it in as Fernando stared back at him curiously, holding still, as though Daniel were about to paint his image on a canvas and if he could he would have. He was perfect enough to stand immortalised beside any Botticelli angel, Da Vinci himself couldn’t have painted anyone more perfect, no piece of art in any museum by any master of genius could be quite as perfect as Fernando.
Daniel bit his lip and trailed his fingers down Fernando’s abdomen, leaning in to latch his mouth to his neck, careful not to leave a mark as his tongue followed the trail his fingers were making until he found himself on his knees, his fingers grasping his belt.
He glanced up, looking past the erratic rise and fall of Fernando’s chest and found his eyes, dark, abyssal and deeper than an oblivion he would willingly fall into if it were only have as alluring as those eyes. Slowly, he snaked the belt open and popped the buttons of his jeans, sliding them down and helping him to step out of them. He licked his lips, reaching out with eager fingers to grasp his length and with one last flick of his eyes up to him he parted his mouth and took him in as far as he could, closing his lips around his swelling length and sucking hard as he let his head bob back.
Fernando breathed out heavily and tangled his hand in the back of Daniel’s hair, his fingers stroking the back of his neck as he watched him intently through eyes that were nearly black with lust.
He could feel Fernando getting harder in his mouth, could feel the swell of him and the erratic, rattling sound of Fernando’s breathing in the perfect silence spurred on his rhythm until he was hollowing his cheeks and sucking intently, lavishing him with his tongue and his lips and his hand.
When eventually he released him with an obscene pop he glanced up, offering him a small smile as he rose to his feet and pressed their mouths back together. Fernando kissed him hard, his mouth was near bruising and his hands were at his belt, yanking them open and forcing them down as they moved blindly toward his huge perfectly white bed.
Daniel kicked himself out of his restraints and span them around, pressing Fernando back onto the edge of the bed and watching with blazing eyes as he scooted himself almost meekly backward, biting his lip with a wide eyed stare accompanied by the obvious pulse of his too-fast heart beat.
Daniel followed, crawling up the expanse between them until he was looming over him, his body hovering and not quite touching Fernando as he lay on his back, his forearms either side of his head, his legs spread and his lips parted around uneven breaths.
Daniel smiled and Fernando traced his eyes over his features before smiling back and then Daniel was leaning down, kissing him again before tearing his mouth away and sucking his fingers into his mouth. Fernando hummed and drew his legs up around them, snaking his arms beneath his knees and watching as Daniel sat back on his haunches and trailed his fingers down to his entrance.
He didn’t take his eyes off Fernando’s face as he pushed his index finger inside him. Fernando’s breathing hitched and his cheeks flamed red in an endearing display of arousal and Daniel had to reach down to stroke his own half neglected cock to the same rhythm he was using to pump his finger inside Fernando.
Fernando was breathily heavily, his mouth pressed into a tight line, almost as if he was afraid of burdening the silence with his sinful noises. Even when Daniel was pushing a second finger in alongside the first he didn’t open his mouth around the groan building in his throat, but his eyes flickered and his hands became fists in the sheets as he began to roll his hips.
When Daniel pushed a third in and plunged his fingers as deep as he could Fernando arched from the mattress and lifted his hips and Daniel didn’t need to hear him ask. He pulled his fingers out, ignoring the small hiss from Fernando as he reached across to the bedside cabinet and threw the draw open, shoving his hand inside and rooting around until he felt his fingers close around the small foil packet.
He sat back between Fernando’s legs, licking his lips as he deftly tore the packet open and rolled the condom on. Fernando watched him the entire time, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s face as he loomed back over him and reached down to position himself.
Fernando’s breath fanned out across his face as he drew his arms back beneath his knees and offered his mouth up to Daniel. He obliged readily, pressing their lips together as he planted his hands either side of Fernando and relished the moment of first contact between them as he thrust forward and his cock began to breach him; slowly and maddeningly prising him open.
He slid inside him, thrusting in as deep as he could go and Fernando’s mouth fell open and the whimper that escaped him was erotic and made Daniel groan in response. He stilled for only a moment, revelling in the heat that surrounded him, the expression on Fernando’s face, the way he felt pinned beneath him and the sight of him, practically glowing with desire against his bed sheets.
“Danny, please,” Fernando breathed, pressing his hips back and sucking in a breath as he did so.
Daniel nodded and pulled back, feeling a ripple of pleasure fan out in Fernando’s body and when he pushed back in Fernando rolled his hips down to meet him, forcing him deeper, taking him further. Daniel groaned, striking up a deep, slow, smouldering rhythm that had them rocking together, his cock plundering the tight hot heat of Fernando again and again as he bit his lip and writhed and tossed his head restlessly beneath him.
His pace was increasing before he wanted it too, his desire driving him on and only Fernando’s hands at his hips and his hooded brown eyes as he gazed up at him could have made him pause.
“Slower,” Fernando said, breathily, his voice low and enticing.
Daniel felt his breath hitch. Fernando had never asked for that before. Fernando never asked for anything save for a seductive fuck me, every now and then. He felt more than obliged to give him what he wanted.
It felt different, it was different, entirely so. He nodded, thrusting forward again, slowly this time, as deep as he could. Fernando moaned, just a small barely there noise and pressed his eyes closed for a moment as he nodded his head and clamped his mouth shut again.
Daniel peered down at him and Fernando was gazing back at him. His eyes were intense and infinitely dark and his gaze was searching and thoughtful. Daniel didn’t want to ever tear his gaze away. He wanted to stay in that moment forever, moving inside him, moving with him as Fernando clutched his hips hard in his hands, watching the play of pleasure and emotion roll over his face.
When Fernando’s hands came up to grip tightly at Daniel’s shoulders he knew Fernando well enough to know what he meant and instantly he thrust harder, faster, striking up a pace that was full of intent as he leant down to press their foreheads together, letting his weight rest against him as he thrust and grunted and panted. Fernando beneath him was quiet, more so than he usually was but his face was glowing pink and his mouth was hanging open and the insistent claw of his finger nails down Daniel’s back let him know he was as lost in the sensation as Daniel was.
He felt when Fernando was going to cum, he could feel the spasm building, could feel his body tensing and his muscles quaking and when he arced up into him and his eyes flickered and his mouth fell open the noise that escaped him was loud, ringing and impossibly erotic. It was perfect, his expression, the sound, the way Daniel’s name fell from his lips and the breathless way he stared up at him, watching his face as he followed him over the edge and came up inside him.
He pressed his mouth to Fernando’s hungrily, needing and craving all over again even in the thaw of the passion they had surely been only moments before shrouded in. When he tore his mouth away and dropped his forehead to Fernando’s shoulder Fernando let his legs splay out and he breathed out shakily in a loud whoosh.
“Jesus,” he whispered
Daniel lifted his face and smiled down at him, lifting his hand to stroke his thumb over the concupiscent blotches of red across his cheeks.
“Yeah,” he agreed readily and pressed another kiss to his mouth before he rolled off him onto his side, still fighting the raging heart beat in his chest.
He didn’t know how Fernando could stomach such intimacy away from his job; away from the Sun and he only in that moment thought of it as strange that Fernando should want to come home with him. Perhaps that was why he refused so profusely the first times he had asked him. Everyone hated what they did and if they didn’t they still would not choose to do it as a recreation. Perhaps sex was different; perhaps sex as a career and sex as a physical need were so far removed from each other that the two didn’t in anyway overlap. Daniel didn’t know and he didn’t ask, but he was glad to whatever the cause was and thanked whatever god was at play because having Fernando in his bed with nothing but his scent surrounding them for once was divine.
Humming contentedly Daniel rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head and enjoying the pull of his muscles. Quite unlike the vast majority of their other times together Fernando, instead of turning away from him, turned toward him and slid himself closer, laying his head down gently on Daniel’s chest, his one arm loping easily about him. Without conscious design Daniel’s arm dropped to hold Fernando’s shoulders; to draw him tighter against him, enjoying the heat and the pure, relaxing sensation of having Fernando beside him in his own bed. The intimacy, the affection in his gesture was nice and it made Daniel’s relaxed body practically vibrate with contentment.
“Danny?” Fernando asked quietly as his delicate fingers traced invisible patterns on the skin of his stomach.
“Yeah?” he asked turning his eyes down to Fernando’s bed mussed head even if the Spaniard didn’t lift his own gaze to meet him.
“Please don’t pay me for this,” he replied quietly, his voice a thin strand in the vast, high ceilinged room that was white and neutral and entirely devoured of colour.
Daniel swallowed, unable to find the appropriate reply to his lover’s words. In truth that hadn’t even crossed his mind one way or the other. When he didn’t answer Fernando turned his face up to gauge his reaction, his soulful eyes round and wide and his bottom lip in the purchase of his teeth.
“Can I ask why... or where this is coming from, without sounding like an arsehole?” He asked lifting his hand to stroke Fernando’s hair back from his face.
Fernando gave him a small sad smile “I’m here because I want to be Danny, I want you to want me here, not a whore, not just sex, I want…” he inhaled “I just want it to feel real,” he said, his cheeks burning brightly and his gaze sliding away from him.
Daniel ran his fingers down his cheek and pressed them beneath his chin, coaxing his face back up “It’s you I want here, it’s real for me, you know that right?”
Fernando frowned “even when you pay me? When you know I have to be paid?” he asked doubtfully
“Yes,” He said simply “I pay for the hours but I wouldn’t change them, I’d pay a thousand times for the privilege of knowing you,”
Fernando’s smile was worth the brief pang of something ardent in his chest and the momentary discomfort his own words caused him. His eyes were full of light and he looked carefree in a way he had never seen him before. Fernando’s face was naturally youthful, but in that moment, with the sun streaming in through the high windows and his hair mussed in a golden halo on his head he looked years younger than he had done just a few short hours ago.
“Can I sleep here?” Fernando asked his gaze questioning
Daniel flashed him a smile and drew him up into a brief kiss “Yeah, and when you wake up I’ll cook,” he said “but I warn you now I’m bad at it,” he laughed
Fernando shook his head “I’m not; maybe I’ll cook for you?”
He was asking for permission and the expression arranged so perfectly in his features told Daniel he was uncertain of the answer he would receive. Perhaps he thought Daniel would have a problem in accepting anything from him, perhaps he was just generally uncertain of the rules here in a place where there were none. His life was dictated by rules, it was not just a job, it was a lifestyle and everything he did was governed by a system created by Mou. Daniel saw it clearly in that moment; Fernando didn’t know how to be normal, he didn’t know how to be with him without his rules and it frightened him. Daniel was determined to take that fear away from him.
“I’d like that,” he said and Fernando flashed him a small shy smile.
What they had may have been far from perfect, it may have been flawed and strange and unorthodox and the chance of a flower blooming from the roots they had months ago planted may well have been slim but it didn’t make it any less real. He knew it then; truly knew it, in the depths of his heart and in the thrum of his veins he truly saw just what it was they were building. He was a fool if he let the tower rise higher; he’d have been a bigger fool to have torn it down. He smiled, coaxed Fernando’s head to his chest and closed his eyes to sleep, knowing he would wake up tangled up in Fernando.