Player of the Season - Skrtel/Agger
Title: Player of the Season
Pairing: Martin Skrtel x Daniel Agger
Rating: 18A
Words: 1,217
Disclaimer: Fiction as in made up
Summary: Martin sees an interesting article on LFC’s webpage
Martin smiled to himself as Daniel came home, listening to the familiar sounds of the Dane tossing his keys on the counter and sorting through the mail.
“Mart?” Daniel called out.
“In here.” Martin answered from the study.
A few moments later Daniel was leaning against the doorframe a bag of crisps in his hands.
“Crisps, Dan?” he admonished.
“Yes, mum.” Daniel answered mockingly.
Martin just shook his head at the Dane’s typically childish response; after all they had had this conversation before.
“See if I make you dinner if you keep spoiling it with crisps.” He teased.
“You’re just jealous that I haven’t offered you any.” Daniel teased back shaking the bag as he entered the room.
Martin smirked as Dan turned the office chair around to settle on Martin’s lap.
“I’m not a scrawny thing like you I can’t go around eating crisps.”
Dan pretended to look offended but couldn’t help but laugh. Martin slid his arms up the Dane’s thighs his thumbs rubbing at the slight protrusion of his hip bones. Dan dropped the bag onto the desk so that he could reach up and place his hands against the Slovak’s chest. Martin smiled and leaned up to kiss Dan’s soft pink lips. Dan obliged sliding their mouth together in a familiar dance that never failed to make his heart beat faster. They kissed leisurely for a few moments before pulling apart. Dan looked over Martin’s shoulder at the computer screen to where it was open to the Liverpool webpage.
“What are you looking at on there?”
Daniel’s question reminded him of what he had discovered before the Dane’s arrival home.
“Just checking out some of the latest interviews. So you think I’m Player of the Season, do you?” he said with a smirk.
“What? Er... well you know I think you’ve had a great season and you deserve it after all.” Dan said stammering slightly a blush making his freckles more prominent.
Martin leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“I love that you have faith in me that you should think so but you lied in the interview.”
“Lied? I did not; I really think you deserve it.”
“Not that part. Near the end you said you don’t know how many years I’ve been with Liverpool but that I’ve improved each season.”
“You have improved, Mart.” Dan pressed.
“And how long have I been at Liverpool, Dan?”
The Dan blushed even more and looked away.
“I don’t know.”
“Dan...” Martin cajoled lightly.
“Fine. You came to Liverpool January 2008. I was injured and decided I hated you.”
“You ignored me for months when I came.”
“I remember when they subbed you on for your first match against Aston Villa I kept hoping selfishly that you’d play badly but you never did.”
“And now?” Martin asked softly.
“Now I’m honoured to play with you.” Daniel answered with a soft smile.
Martin could resist pulling the Dane’s head down for a deep, passionate kiss. Daniel responded by gripping Martin’s shirt and pressing closer so that they were flush together. Martin’s hands slid under Daniel’s t-shirt sliding up the inked skin before scratching back down.
“Mart.” Daniel gasped breaking the kiss.
Martin responded by yanking his own shirt off smirking as Dan’s eyes immediately went to his chest his tongue slipping out to moisten his lips. The Dane pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it behind him his hands already moving to Martin’s belt buckle.
“Get up.” Martin said knocking his hands away.
The Dane immediately began to pout causing the Slovak to chuckle.
“Oh don’t worry I’m going to fuck you. Just not on this awkward chair when there’s a perfectly good bed down the hall.”
Daniel laughed before his eyes narrowed in a look that Martin knew meant trouble.
“Last one there bottoms.” The Dane offered with a wink.
Martin growled and before Daniel even had the chance to back away he had thrown him over his shoulder with a slap to his ass. He just smirked as Daniel yelped and pounded his back in a futile protest. He carried him into the bedroom and tossed him on to the bed with a smirk. The smirk only grew as Daniel spluttered indignantly calling Martin a caveman. Yet despite the protests his cock bulged against the confines of his jeans. He kept his gaze on the Dane as he slowly stripped off his own jeans and boxers. Daniel responded by pushing his palm against his clothed erection and letting out a deep groan that had Martin climbing up the bed.
On his knees he went for his jeans and was soon pulling them down the Dane’s toned legs along with his underwear exposing his erect cock. Martin ground down against him as he trailed hot, open mouthed kisses across Daniel’s chest before taking his left nipple into his mouth. The Dane arched into the touch his hands grappling at the back of Martin’s head to keep him there. He rolled the tightening num with his tongue and teeth. His hand snaked down to rub at Daniel’s erection once before moving behind to probe his entrance with one blunt finger. Martin couldn’t help but groan as it slipped in easily; Dan still loose from their morning session. He quickly inserted two using the Dane’s pre-cum as lubricant and twisting and turning them until Daniel was panting and gasping his hands alternating between fisting the sheets and clawing at the Slovak’s back.
“Mart. Please.” He begged.
Martin’s own cock was hard as steel at that point and he didn’t need any more encouragement. Quickly he removed his fingers and rummaged in the bedside table for the condoms and lube. In less than a minute he had rolled a condom on and lubed up positioned himself at Daniel’s stretched hole. Dan had lifted his legs up onto Martin’s shoulder and the Slovak kept one hand on Dan’s hip and the other on the mattress for support as he pushed in with minimal resistance. Daniel was immediately demanding movement, his hips lifting to create a needed friction.
Never one to disappoint Martin moved both hands to the bed and leaning down began to slam his hips forward with powerful thrusts. He could feel the sharp sting where Daniel’s nails dug down his back the slight pain intensified his arousal and he thrust harder angling his hips so that he was hitting the Dane’s prostate with every stroke. Each time he hit that bundle of nerves Dan would clench his whole body trying to trap Martin there to prolong the pleasure that vice grip sending intense pleasure to skyrocket throughout Martin’s body originating from his cock. Both men were nearing their release and Martin shifted his weight to one hand the other moving to wrap around Daniel’s cock to jack him off with almost painful strokes. It didn’t take long for Daniel to cry out, his hips arching off the bed as he came in thick spurts over his chest and Martin’s hands. Curse words spilled out of his moth in both English and Spanish, there might have even been one or two Slovakian ones he picked up from Martin. Thrusting harder Martin came a few heartbeats later.
“Fuck! I’m glad you came to Liverpool.”
Pairing: Martin Skrtel x Daniel Agger
Rating: 18A
Words: 1,217
Disclaimer: Fiction as in made up
Summary: Martin sees an interesting article on LFC’s webpage
Martin smiled to himself as Daniel came home, listening to the familiar sounds of the Dane tossing his keys on the counter and sorting through the mail.
“Mart?” Daniel called out.
“In here.” Martin answered from the study.
A few moments later Daniel was leaning against the doorframe a bag of crisps in his hands.
“Crisps, Dan?” he admonished.
“Yes, mum.” Daniel answered mockingly.
Martin just shook his head at the Dane’s typically childish response; after all they had had this conversation before.
“See if I make you dinner if you keep spoiling it with crisps.” He teased.
“You’re just jealous that I haven’t offered you any.” Daniel teased back shaking the bag as he entered the room.
Martin smirked as Dan turned the office chair around to settle on Martin’s lap.
“I’m not a scrawny thing like you I can’t go around eating crisps.”
Dan pretended to look offended but couldn’t help but laugh. Martin slid his arms up the Dane’s thighs his thumbs rubbing at the slight protrusion of his hip bones. Dan dropped the bag onto the desk so that he could reach up and place his hands against the Slovak’s chest. Martin smiled and leaned up to kiss Dan’s soft pink lips. Dan obliged sliding their mouth together in a familiar dance that never failed to make his heart beat faster. They kissed leisurely for a few moments before pulling apart. Dan looked over Martin’s shoulder at the computer screen to where it was open to the Liverpool webpage.
“What are you looking at on there?”
Daniel’s question reminded him of what he had discovered before the Dane’s arrival home.
“Just checking out some of the latest interviews. So you think I’m Player of the Season, do you?” he said with a smirk.
“What? Er... well you know I think you’ve had a great season and you deserve it after all.” Dan said stammering slightly a blush making his freckles more prominent.
Martin leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“I love that you have faith in me that you should think so but you lied in the interview.”
“Lied? I did not; I really think you deserve it.”
“Not that part. Near the end you said you don’t know how many years I’ve been with Liverpool but that I’ve improved each season.”
“You have improved, Mart.” Dan pressed.
“And how long have I been at Liverpool, Dan?”
The Dan blushed even more and looked away.
“I don’t know.”
“Dan...” Martin cajoled lightly.
“Fine. You came to Liverpool January 2008. I was injured and decided I hated you.”
“You ignored me for months when I came.”
“I remember when they subbed you on for your first match against Aston Villa I kept hoping selfishly that you’d play badly but you never did.”
“And now?” Martin asked softly.
“Now I’m honoured to play with you.” Daniel answered with a soft smile.
Martin could resist pulling the Dane’s head down for a deep, passionate kiss. Daniel responded by gripping Martin’s shirt and pressing closer so that they were flush together. Martin’s hands slid under Daniel’s t-shirt sliding up the inked skin before scratching back down.
“Mart.” Daniel gasped breaking the kiss.
Martin responded by yanking his own shirt off smirking as Dan’s eyes immediately went to his chest his tongue slipping out to moisten his lips. The Dane pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it behind him his hands already moving to Martin’s belt buckle.
“Get up.” Martin said knocking his hands away.
The Dane immediately began to pout causing the Slovak to chuckle.
“Oh don’t worry I’m going to fuck you. Just not on this awkward chair when there’s a perfectly good bed down the hall.”
Daniel laughed before his eyes narrowed in a look that Martin knew meant trouble.
“Last one there bottoms.” The Dane offered with a wink.
Martin growled and before Daniel even had the chance to back away he had thrown him over his shoulder with a slap to his ass. He just smirked as Daniel yelped and pounded his back in a futile protest. He carried him into the bedroom and tossed him on to the bed with a smirk. The smirk only grew as Daniel spluttered indignantly calling Martin a caveman. Yet despite the protests his cock bulged against the confines of his jeans. He kept his gaze on the Dane as he slowly stripped off his own jeans and boxers. Daniel responded by pushing his palm against his clothed erection and letting out a deep groan that had Martin climbing up the bed.
On his knees he went for his jeans and was soon pulling them down the Dane’s toned legs along with his underwear exposing his erect cock. Martin ground down against him as he trailed hot, open mouthed kisses across Daniel’s chest before taking his left nipple into his mouth. The Dane arched into the touch his hands grappling at the back of Martin’s head to keep him there. He rolled the tightening num with his tongue and teeth. His hand snaked down to rub at Daniel’s erection once before moving behind to probe his entrance with one blunt finger. Martin couldn’t help but groan as it slipped in easily; Dan still loose from their morning session. He quickly inserted two using the Dane’s pre-cum as lubricant and twisting and turning them until Daniel was panting and gasping his hands alternating between fisting the sheets and clawing at the Slovak’s back.
“Mart. Please.” He begged.
Martin’s own cock was hard as steel at that point and he didn’t need any more encouragement. Quickly he removed his fingers and rummaged in the bedside table for the condoms and lube. In less than a minute he had rolled a condom on and lubed up positioned himself at Daniel’s stretched hole. Dan had lifted his legs up onto Martin’s shoulder and the Slovak kept one hand on Dan’s hip and the other on the mattress for support as he pushed in with minimal resistance. Daniel was immediately demanding movement, his hips lifting to create a needed friction.
Never one to disappoint Martin moved both hands to the bed and leaning down began to slam his hips forward with powerful thrusts. He could feel the sharp sting where Daniel’s nails dug down his back the slight pain intensified his arousal and he thrust harder angling his hips so that he was hitting the Dane’s prostate with every stroke. Each time he hit that bundle of nerves Dan would clench his whole body trying to trap Martin there to prolong the pleasure that vice grip sending intense pleasure to skyrocket throughout Martin’s body originating from his cock. Both men were nearing their release and Martin shifted his weight to one hand the other moving to wrap around Daniel’s cock to jack him off with almost painful strokes. It didn’t take long for Daniel to cry out, his hips arching off the bed as he came in thick spurts over his chest and Martin’s hands. Curse words spilled out of his moth in both English and Spanish, there might have even been one or two Slovakian ones he picked up from Martin. Thrusting harder Martin came a few heartbeats later.
“Fuck! I’m glad you came to Liverpool.”