Who has to know? (part two)
Title: Who has to know? (part two)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Martin Skrtel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Here is part one. Either this is good, or I should've just left it where I ended the first :p Whatever, it's out there now!
Wordcount: 1,771
Summary: After what happened that night Dan have no idea what to do with himself. So he goes to a party. Turns out, not such a good idea. Or...?
The first night home after what happened was horrible. He didn't get one minute of sleep, all the thoughts were messing with his head. Slightly sweaty and with his heart racing he would sit completely still, unable to let the images go. Over and over again he would see and experience what happened behind his closed lids, an insane urge to touch himself always, always present.
Dan's dick had felt so good in his hand, hard and pulsing and slick, his hips thrusting every so slightly. The desperation in his eyes when he made Fernando stop kissing his neck and kissed him on the lips instead, when he slipped his tongue into his mouth and bit and nipped and sucked for what he was worth.
It had been so, fucking good. Even if it had embarrassed him greatly at the time, now the thought of Dan watching him finger himself and jerking off turned him on like fuck. Dan had seen it, and stayed to watch, unable to walk away. The boy wasn't completely straight, of that Fernando was sure. And if he got another chance to show Dan what it was like, how good it was, he would take it in a heartbeat.
*
Dan wasn't stupid.
He knew that what happened wasn't like other sexual encounters he'd had, no matter how much he told himself it was. There had been a feeling of complete loss of control when he finally came that night, when Fernando's fingers were wrapped tightly around his dick and his tongue down his throat.
So how did he cope? He needed to forget. When the opportunity of a good ol' pool party presented itself, he didn't think twice before saying, 'hell yeah, I'll be there'.
*
Dan was actually enjoying himself.
The air was warm even now, far out in the evening. There were people dancing and talking everywhere, half-full plastic cups abandoned on every flat surface, music so loud it drowned out every other sound. The large patio with the huge swimming-pool was crowded, the pool the same, and all the chairs already occupied with boys and girls enjoying themselves a bit more passionately than strictly necessary.
Then someone caught his eye.
What the hell was he doing here?
Realizing his mouth was open Dan snapped it shut, then made his way to the other side of the patio, sneaking up to a couple of his friends to hide.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sarah bumped him with her shoulder and handed him her cup of beer. Or something else. Dan had already drunk so much tonight his senses were slightly dysfunctional.
"Around," Dan mumbled, taking a long swig of the... whatever it was. It burned his throat, so it wasn't beer after all. He was vaguely aware of Martin staring at him with furrowed brows, but now, the boy always walked around with a frown. "What's going on? You don't look good," Martin tipped his chin up.
"Thanks, you don't look good either," Dan retorted and gave the cup back to Sarah who rolled her eyes. "Fuck off," Martin grumbled, "you now what I mean."
"I just saw Torres. What the hell is he doing here?" the Dane didn't have to fake the annoyed tone in his voice. He really didn't want to have Fernando hanging around, no matter how many people there were in the gigantic house and how small the chance of them running into each other were. And there was an irrational fear that Fernando would blurt out what had happened or wanted to 'talk' about it.
"The guy never does anything but being boring, maybe he's sick of it," Sarah shrugged, "good for him."
"He's a prick."
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist," Sarah pushed him, "what have you got against him? You did get a fairly good grade on that P.E. thing, didn't you?"
"Yeah. So? I just don't like him," Dan grunted. "Give me more to drink."
Another hour passed, and Martin was off with some girl and Sarah was nowhere to be found. The activity in the pool seemed only to get rowdier as the hours rolled by, and Dan figured he might as well jump in. On the edge of the pool a couple of girls from his History class were dancing, and with a huge grin on his face Dan grabbed them both when he fell into the water. There were screams and pushing and laughter, everyone else cheering around them.
"Oh, fuck you!" Olivia yelled and threw the useless plastic cup she'd been holding at Dan's head. Dan just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.
Quickly he tore his plain, black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the patio, then joined the seemingly endless number of people already in the pool with singing along to an old classic playing loudly from the stereo.
*
Everything inside Dan's head was just fluffy and beautiful and happy, and he knew he was walking around with the stupidest grin on his face. Sarah had an arm around his waist, slurring something resembling a song into his collarbone. They were both drunk, but Sarah was on another level. Even by small amounts of alcohol Dan got pleasantly buzzed, but there took a whole lot more to really make him smashed. He was a happy drunk, though, and smiled even if he was dragging his friend around. Not even the fact that he was half-naked bothered him, since he was at least being modest. That was more than you could say about many, many others.
Everywhere around them there were more youths in the same state, both younger and older than Daniel. On a couch in the corner Dan spotted Martin sleeping or passed out, and he grinned at the dumb expression on his face. There was more people laying half on top of him, all in the same state of unconsciousness.
"What?" Dan mumbled, not having caught what Sarah was trying to say. She only shook her head and pushed away from him, her face suddenly a grimace. Quickly she slapped a hand over her mouth, then ran towards the hallway.
Oh, well.
Looking through the open doors Dan saw the now empty pool, and spotted a tiny, black heap at the other end of the pool. T-shirt. Get t-shirt.
Humming a melody under his breath Dan didn't even realize he was about to fall into the pool before someone yelled, "hey!" and tried to grab him. Toppling over they both went into the water, Dan still too confused to understand his head was under water and his mouth open before he broke the surface and coughed up what had made its way into his air pipe. His hands were curled into fists in the other boy's t-shirt, effectively holding him close as he regained his senses.
Warm breath washed over his face, and finally his brain caught up to the rest of him, there he was pressed up against the other heaving body.
"You..." Dan mumbled, eyes slipping shut for a moment before he tilted his head slightly sideways.
"Yeah," Fernando whispered, awkwardly moving his hands to hold onto the Dane's hips. Hesitating greatly he watched Dan lick his lips and blink some more water out of his eyes.
Dan hadn't seen this coming. But when his hips were so snugly pressed against Fernando's, and Fernando's hands were touching his bare skin underwater, and Fernando's lips were slightly parted and wet, he just...
Slowly he tilted his head a bit further, and kissed the other boy. There wasn't much of a response at once, but Dan kissed him again, slipped his tongue just into Fernando's mouth and sucked his upper lip into his own mouth. Suddenly they moved, until Dan could feel the cold tiles of the wall in the pool against his naked back, which sent a shiver through him at the contrast from the heated water. Fernando's hands were still touching his hips, but moved to slide over his stomach and crotch, making delicious, little sounds as Dan kissed him a bit deeper.
His mind had shut off long ago, and Dan panted openly into the other boy's mouth and thrust his hips forward. Any contact was good contact, he was drunk and horny and Fernando was a willing participant. A hand sneaked around his thigh, and Dan didn't think twice before he let go of Fernando's shirt and slid both arms around his neck, making it easy to wrap his legs around his hips, too. He felt pleasantly helpless trapped against the poolside like that, hooking his ankles together and moaning when Fernando rocked his hips up against him.
The heat in his stomach was building and building until it became almost unbearable, and even if he could feel Fernando's half-hard dick pushing up between his legs, it didn't scare him. Before it would probably have freaked him the fucking hell out, but it was thrilling and new, and he tightened his legs and arms more around the other boy. They continued kissing, hard and sloppy and deep and it consumed him, and Dan moved one arm without thinking. His hand slipped in between them, got underneath Fernando's flowing, wet t-shirt after a short struggle, and the skin of his lower abdomen seemed even smoother underwater.
Suddenly there was a noise from the patio, the loud giggles of two drunk girls stumbling around. For a split second Dan's alcohol-muddled brain said 'fuck it', and made him want to continue to kiss and grind, but as the girls came closer to the edge of the pool he pushed Fernando away. The expression on the Spaniard's face would've shocked Dan if he was actually paying attention, the incredibly sad and hopeless look in his eyes. "Get off," Dan mumbled, pushing Fernando once more in the chest. The water was suddenly cold, too dark and scary, like it could swallow him any time, even if his feet was planted firmly on the tiled bottom and the water only sloshing around his chest.
He watched as Fernando swam a few meters away, then hauled himself up and quickly disappeared towards the house. The two girls had fallen over on a chair and were giggling wildly, oblivious to the fact that there were anyone in the pool. They probably hadn't even noticed Fernando when he walked past, they were completely gone.
Fucking hell.
Dan tried to ignore the burning in his crotch and wild arousal that still coursed through his veins. Fuck!
part three
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Martin Skrtel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Here is part one. Either this is good, or I should've just left it where I ended the first :p Whatever, it's out there now!
Wordcount: 1,771
Summary: After what happened that night Dan have no idea what to do with himself. So he goes to a party. Turns out, not such a good idea. Or...?
The first night home after what happened was horrible. He didn't get one minute of sleep, all the thoughts were messing with his head. Slightly sweaty and with his heart racing he would sit completely still, unable to let the images go. Over and over again he would see and experience what happened behind his closed lids, an insane urge to touch himself always, always present.
Dan's dick had felt so good in his hand, hard and pulsing and slick, his hips thrusting every so slightly. The desperation in his eyes when he made Fernando stop kissing his neck and kissed him on the lips instead, when he slipped his tongue into his mouth and bit and nipped and sucked for what he was worth.
It had been so, fucking good. Even if it had embarrassed him greatly at the time, now the thought of Dan watching him finger himself and jerking off turned him on like fuck. Dan had seen it, and stayed to watch, unable to walk away. The boy wasn't completely straight, of that Fernando was sure. And if he got another chance to show Dan what it was like, how good it was, he would take it in a heartbeat.
*
Dan wasn't stupid.
He knew that what happened wasn't like other sexual encounters he'd had, no matter how much he told himself it was. There had been a feeling of complete loss of control when he finally came that night, when Fernando's fingers were wrapped tightly around his dick and his tongue down his throat.
So how did he cope? He needed to forget. When the opportunity of a good ol' pool party presented itself, he didn't think twice before saying, 'hell yeah, I'll be there'.
*
Dan was actually enjoying himself.
The air was warm even now, far out in the evening. There were people dancing and talking everywhere, half-full plastic cups abandoned on every flat surface, music so loud it drowned out every other sound. The large patio with the huge swimming-pool was crowded, the pool the same, and all the chairs already occupied with boys and girls enjoying themselves a bit more passionately than strictly necessary.
Then someone caught his eye.
What the hell was he doing here?
Realizing his mouth was open Dan snapped it shut, then made his way to the other side of the patio, sneaking up to a couple of his friends to hide.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sarah bumped him with her shoulder and handed him her cup of beer. Or something else. Dan had already drunk so much tonight his senses were slightly dysfunctional.
"Around," Dan mumbled, taking a long swig of the... whatever it was. It burned his throat, so it wasn't beer after all. He was vaguely aware of Martin staring at him with furrowed brows, but now, the boy always walked around with a frown. "What's going on? You don't look good," Martin tipped his chin up.
"Thanks, you don't look good either," Dan retorted and gave the cup back to Sarah who rolled her eyes. "Fuck off," Martin grumbled, "you now what I mean."
"I just saw Torres. What the hell is he doing here?" the Dane didn't have to fake the annoyed tone in his voice. He really didn't want to have Fernando hanging around, no matter how many people there were in the gigantic house and how small the chance of them running into each other were. And there was an irrational fear that Fernando would blurt out what had happened or wanted to 'talk' about it.
"The guy never does anything but being boring, maybe he's sick of it," Sarah shrugged, "good for him."
"He's a prick."
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist," Sarah pushed him, "what have you got against him? You did get a fairly good grade on that P.E. thing, didn't you?"
"Yeah. So? I just don't like him," Dan grunted. "Give me more to drink."
Another hour passed, and Martin was off with some girl and Sarah was nowhere to be found. The activity in the pool seemed only to get rowdier as the hours rolled by, and Dan figured he might as well jump in. On the edge of the pool a couple of girls from his History class were dancing, and with a huge grin on his face Dan grabbed them both when he fell into the water. There were screams and pushing and laughter, everyone else cheering around them.
"Oh, fuck you!" Olivia yelled and threw the useless plastic cup she'd been holding at Dan's head. Dan just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.
Quickly he tore his plain, black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the patio, then joined the seemingly endless number of people already in the pool with singing along to an old classic playing loudly from the stereo.
*
Everything inside Dan's head was just fluffy and beautiful and happy, and he knew he was walking around with the stupidest grin on his face. Sarah had an arm around his waist, slurring something resembling a song into his collarbone. They were both drunk, but Sarah was on another level. Even by small amounts of alcohol Dan got pleasantly buzzed, but there took a whole lot more to really make him smashed. He was a happy drunk, though, and smiled even if he was dragging his friend around. Not even the fact that he was half-naked bothered him, since he was at least being modest. That was more than you could say about many, many others.
Everywhere around them there were more youths in the same state, both younger and older than Daniel. On a couch in the corner Dan spotted Martin sleeping or passed out, and he grinned at the dumb expression on his face. There was more people laying half on top of him, all in the same state of unconsciousness.
"What?" Dan mumbled, not having caught what Sarah was trying to say. She only shook her head and pushed away from him, her face suddenly a grimace. Quickly she slapped a hand over her mouth, then ran towards the hallway.
Oh, well.
Looking through the open doors Dan saw the now empty pool, and spotted a tiny, black heap at the other end of the pool. T-shirt. Get t-shirt.
Humming a melody under his breath Dan didn't even realize he was about to fall into the pool before someone yelled, "hey!" and tried to grab him. Toppling over they both went into the water, Dan still too confused to understand his head was under water and his mouth open before he broke the surface and coughed up what had made its way into his air pipe. His hands were curled into fists in the other boy's t-shirt, effectively holding him close as he regained his senses.
Warm breath washed over his face, and finally his brain caught up to the rest of him, there he was pressed up against the other heaving body.
"You..." Dan mumbled, eyes slipping shut for a moment before he tilted his head slightly sideways.
"Yeah," Fernando whispered, awkwardly moving his hands to hold onto the Dane's hips. Hesitating greatly he watched Dan lick his lips and blink some more water out of his eyes.
Dan hadn't seen this coming. But when his hips were so snugly pressed against Fernando's, and Fernando's hands were touching his bare skin underwater, and Fernando's lips were slightly parted and wet, he just...
Slowly he tilted his head a bit further, and kissed the other boy. There wasn't much of a response at once, but Dan kissed him again, slipped his tongue just into Fernando's mouth and sucked his upper lip into his own mouth. Suddenly they moved, until Dan could feel the cold tiles of the wall in the pool against his naked back, which sent a shiver through him at the contrast from the heated water. Fernando's hands were still touching his hips, but moved to slide over his stomach and crotch, making delicious, little sounds as Dan kissed him a bit deeper.
His mind had shut off long ago, and Dan panted openly into the other boy's mouth and thrust his hips forward. Any contact was good contact, he was drunk and horny and Fernando was a willing participant. A hand sneaked around his thigh, and Dan didn't think twice before he let go of Fernando's shirt and slid both arms around his neck, making it easy to wrap his legs around his hips, too. He felt pleasantly helpless trapped against the poolside like that, hooking his ankles together and moaning when Fernando rocked his hips up against him.
The heat in his stomach was building and building until it became almost unbearable, and even if he could feel Fernando's half-hard dick pushing up between his legs, it didn't scare him. Before it would probably have freaked him the fucking hell out, but it was thrilling and new, and he tightened his legs and arms more around the other boy. They continued kissing, hard and sloppy and deep and it consumed him, and Dan moved one arm without thinking. His hand slipped in between them, got underneath Fernando's flowing, wet t-shirt after a short struggle, and the skin of his lower abdomen seemed even smoother underwater.
Suddenly there was a noise from the patio, the loud giggles of two drunk girls stumbling around. For a split second Dan's alcohol-muddled brain said 'fuck it', and made him want to continue to kiss and grind, but as the girls came closer to the edge of the pool he pushed Fernando away. The expression on the Spaniard's face would've shocked Dan if he was actually paying attention, the incredibly sad and hopeless look in his eyes. "Get off," Dan mumbled, pushing Fernando once more in the chest. The water was suddenly cold, too dark and scary, like it could swallow him any time, even if his feet was planted firmly on the tiled bottom and the water only sloshing around his chest.
He watched as Fernando swam a few meters away, then hauled himself up and quickly disappeared towards the house. The two girls had fallen over on a chair and were giggling wildly, oblivious to the fact that there were anyone in the pool. They probably hadn't even noticed Fernando when he walked past, they were completely gone.
Fucking hell.
Dan tried to ignore the burning in his crotch and wild arousal that still coursed through his veins. Fuck!
part three