Who has to know? (part four)
Title: Who has to know? (part four)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Last part :-) I hope I managed to write it okay! AND IT'S CL SOON, SO NERVOUS I MIGHT PISS MY PANTS.
Wordcount: 2,244
Summary: Fernando and Dan meet up in the weekend.
part one | part two | part three
Dan was pacing his room, so nervous he thought he might just break down any moment. From the look Fernando had given him when they exchanged numbers at school and when he'd said 'get ready', Dan knew that he was going to cross some personal boundaries this weekend. Before he'd been completely opposed to the idea of anything being remotely close to his ass, but a few days earlier in the changing-room, when Fernando was that close, it had felt electrifying. And something told Dan Fernando was going to push for it.
*
The doorbell rung, and Dan closed his eyes for a quick moment. He'd made sure his parents weren't home that weekend, because fuck if he was going to hook up with a boy in his room and his mum and dad would sit in the living-room on the other floor. When he welcomed Fernando in the door he sucked in a deep breath before stepping aside, almost scared to let the Spaniard brush past him and step inside. There was a deliberate hand touching his hip when he closed the door, and they didn't even exchange one word before Dan found his personal space invaded. It was only inevitable, and Dan parted his lips even before Fernando leaned in to kiss him.
"Your parents are away, no?" Fernando mumbled, lip catching Daniel's when he spoke. They kissed again, gently this time, and Dan settled for it. Let Fernando set the pace and mirrored his movements, fought the urge to start pushing it further and dominate.
"They're away the whole weekend," Dan replied, and didn't think about his answer before Fernando stopped and leaned a bit back, teasing glint in his eye. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?" the Spaniard grinned. Flushing deep red Dan flicked his eyes down and shuffled his feet awkwardly, and Fernando obviously took notice. "Hey," he said, and Dan looked up, "I'm just kidding, okay. No pressure."
They stayed in the hallway kissing for almost ten more minutes, Dan feeling bold enough to rest both hands on the small of Fernando's back, sneaking them in underneath his t-shirt. Fernando answered with sliding his hands over the other boy's ass, dragging him closer. "How about we go to your room or something?"
Dan swallowed. "Sure."
*
Fernando undressing him was one of the most arousing things Dan had ever experienced, no matter how casual he acted or the simplicity of the act itself. Fernando didn't put on a performance beyond being himself, didn't say a lot except for small comments about Dan being tense as fuck and getting him to move so the clothes would come off. It made him breathe a bit easier.
Daniel was down to his boxer briefs, flat on his back on the bed while watching Fernando. Not one second did he take his eyes off of him, there was something in the ripple of Fernando's muscles when he dragged the dark shirt he was wearing over his head that turned him on so much. His jeans followed, then he crawled back on the bed and hovered over Daniel. They just looked at each other for a few long, heated seconds, and then the Dane broke into a smile. Carefully he cupped Fernando's cheek and pulled him down, pressed their lips gently together once before he went for it.
It didn't take long before Fernando laid down on top of him instead of just hovering over on his elbows and knees, and Dan pushed his thigh in between his legs. A small moan fell from the Spaniard's lips, and it was amazing what that sound did to Daniel's confidence. Fuck if it wasn't a little strange to feel another erection press against his hip, but it wasn't freaking him out at all. The heavy, hot feeling was intriguing, he wanted to get Fernando naked and touch him. Touch his dick.
Feeling a bit more eager he kissed Fernando a little deeper, and groaned low in his throat when the other boy's hands started pulling at them hem of his boxer briefs.
"Come on," Fernando broke off the kiss and sat up, quickly climbing off Dan so he could take the last piece of clothing off. Dan just stared, he couldn't help it.
For some reason he started thinking back, started thinking about how he'd acted towards Fernando. The things he'd said, or rather, not said, and how he'd used him just to push him away when he felt like it. There was really no excuse for what an ass he had been towards the Spaniard. The boy who now got naked for him and took things slowly for him.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Fernando went for an easy tone, but Dan could hear that it affected him. There had definitely been some hurt feelings.
"For being an ass," he frowned slightly, wondered if maybe Fernando had just been bullshitting him and would leave now or something. "It's... okay," the Spaniard shrugged, before he smirked, "you can make it up to me."
Oh, God.
"What do you want me to do?" Dan swallowed.
"Let me finger you."
Well, fuck.
Dan hesitated before nodding his head once. Then again. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his nerves and started telling himself over and over again it would be fine. It could even be good.
"Just relax," Fernando smiled, and with slightly more rough hands than before dragged Dan's boxer briefs off. Dan was about to say something, but not even two seconds had passed before the Spaniard had a good grip around his dick and pressed his tongue against the rapidly hardening flesh. If Dan hadn't been turned on before he certainly was now, there was nothing like seeing his classmate dip his head down and lick at his fucking cock.
"Spread your legs a little," Fernando flicked a look up at him, just as he moved his head back. There was a tiny thread of spit hanging between his lips and Dan's dick, and the Dane had to compose himself before talking after seeing something so obscenely arousing. Really, everything about Fernando aroused him now. His dick was pounding and hard, standing in full attention to every move the boy made.
Uncertainly Dan spread his legs a bit more, but was instantly confused as Fernando jumped off the bed instead of doing anything to him. He started to close his legs again, but Fernando was quick to get back to him and stop him with a hand on the inside of his thigh. "Just lube."
"Sorry," Dan mumbled, his cheeks feeling a little warm.
"Nothing to be sorry about," the Spaniard murmured, and without warning started rubbing a slick finger over Daniel's hole. "Holy shi-" Dan gasped, but Fernando interrupted him, "no complaints, you'll get used to it." Dan frowned, but felt another warm curl of pure want in his stomach. It was kind of sexy to hear the other boy be so certain in his commands.
Dan hiked his leg up even further without thinking when Fernando pressed the tip of his finger just inside. It wasn't anything at all how he'd expected it to feel. Well, to be honest, he had tried not to think about what it would feel like.
"Fuck, Fernando..." Dan dropped his head back and closed his eyes, tried not to writhe uncomfortably when the finger was pushed further into him. Fernando settled with the one finger and started mouthing and biting the Dane's stomach, leaving tiny, tiny bite marks and red spots all over the skin.
Daniel grunted and shifted his hips when another fingertip started prodding him, right alongside the first. If he could take one he could take two, it couldn't be that bad, he thought. He didn't even realize he was panting like a bitch until Fernando started nipping at his lower lip, urging him to start kissing him again. It was actually kind of hard, Dan felt like he couldn't get enough air when his mouth was sealed against the Spaniard's. They kissed all until Dan had to break it off, and his whole body was shaking slightly with the effort.
"Relax," Fernando mumbled and slowed his fingers down, "remember to breathe."
"Easy for you to say," Dan grunted, but he did take the advice to heart, and really tried to breathe properly.
Fernando was being amazing. Whatever he did with his fingers it was working, because Dan felt more like he was closing in on a release than wanting to get that out of my ass like it had been a little earlier. An almost guttural moan escaped him, and Dan didn't know he was capable of making such a strange sound. It sounded so needy, so desperate and emotional.
"You're so fucking sexy," Fernando breathed hard against his lips, eyes fluttering shut ever so often. Dan didn't quite know when he'd grabbed the other boy's cock and started stroking and tugging, but he was, and Fernando was enjoying himself. Another half-choked praise from the Spaniard and Dan's whole body shuddered. It couldn't be put off, he was so close and Fernando's fingers felt amazing now, so perfect and good, and Dan thought more, he wanted more...
"C-can I fuck you? Danny, please," the Spaniard thrust into Daniel's hand, lips against the side of his neck. "Please? You're so sexy, Dan, I want to."
Swallowing hard Dan tried to force his eyes open, but when Fernando was fingering him like that he could get off if he'd only tug just right at his cock, and...
"Yeah, come on," he panted, not knowing what had gotten into him. He opened his eyes, and the look on Fernando's face made it so worth it. At least in this moment. Maybe he would complain when it was all over and his ass hurt, but right now Fernando could do whatever he wanted.
The next minute was a bit hazy in Daniel's mind, it was just wild anticipation running in his veins, his heart beating a furious tattoo in his chest and a feeling of suffocating on nothing. Again he struggled with relaxing, but with Fernando's soothing words and the gentle prodding it was okay in the end, even if it took him quite a while to relax enough for Fernando to get in at all.
And it hurt.
"Relax," Fernando begged, "relax, Danny, relax, relax. Breathe."
And he did.
Fuck.
"Ohhh, fuck," Dan licked his lips and bit hard down on the bottom one. Actually, he was in need of biting down on something a bit more solid than his lip, because that hurt just seconds later. So instead he muffled the small cries of both pain and pleasure, he wasn't sure what was what anymore, into his arm, teeth sinking in to create sick marks.
Fernando was over him, pushing him into the mattress as they rocked together, and when it started to feel a bit better Dan pushed his ass back a bit more, ended up on his knees, but still with his face planted safely in the pillow. When Fernando reached around him and grabbed his dick he came in a matter of seconds. It would be embarrassing if he wasn't too fucking exhausted to care. Instead of pounding into him, like Dan thought he would do, Fernando pulled out and ripped off the condom, and started jerking himself off. Some strange instinct told Dan he didn't want to just lay there in a heap when the Spaniard finished, so he rolled himself over on his back and dragged Fernando down to kiss him. It was a mess, Fernando too close to think properly, and the kiss was wet and deep. The most delicious moan was breathed right into his mouth when Fernando came onto his stomach, and Dan couldn't help but grin slightly. Fuck. He'd had sex with a boy.
"Shit," the Spaniard mumbled, dropping down on the bed next to his classmate.
How quickly their relationship had changed, Dan thought. It was insane, of course they'd known of each other but never even talked properly before that P.E. assignment in the woods. And now this.
Dan turned his head and looked at the other boy. Fernando had his eyes closed, his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession, dick now soft and spent.
"You wanna take a nap?" Dan suggested. It was more like asking if Fernando to stay, because Dan was taking a nap regardless.
"Yeah, if you're okay with it," the Spaniard turned his head too, locking their eyes together.
"Of course," Dan answered sincerely.
"Alright," Fernando gave him a half-smile. "But maybe we should clean off first?"
Dan wrinkled his nose and the other boy laughed. They padded into the bathroom across the hall (this was why no parents was a good thing) and wiped the sticky liquid off. Fernando walked back into Dan's bedroom first, leaving Dan get everything off his stomach as well.
When he got back from the bathroom Fernando was nestled underneath the duvet, and the Dane fought, he really did, but the smile appeared on his face nevertheless. Without a second thought he climbed in with him.
"Next time you top. I'm much more a fan of bottoming," Fernando mumbled when Dan had settled. Biting back a wider smile the Dane reached out and pushed at the other boy, who grinned. "Sounds good."
~ The End ~
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Last part :-) I hope I managed to write it okay! AND IT'S CL SOON, SO NERVOUS I MIGHT PISS MY PANTS.
Wordcount: 2,244
Summary: Fernando and Dan meet up in the weekend.
part one | part two | part three
Dan was pacing his room, so nervous he thought he might just break down any moment. From the look Fernando had given him when they exchanged numbers at school and when he'd said 'get ready', Dan knew that he was going to cross some personal boundaries this weekend. Before he'd been completely opposed to the idea of anything being remotely close to his ass, but a few days earlier in the changing-room, when Fernando was that close, it had felt electrifying. And something told Dan Fernando was going to push for it.
*
The doorbell rung, and Dan closed his eyes for a quick moment. He'd made sure his parents weren't home that weekend, because fuck if he was going to hook up with a boy in his room and his mum and dad would sit in the living-room on the other floor. When he welcomed Fernando in the door he sucked in a deep breath before stepping aside, almost scared to let the Spaniard brush past him and step inside. There was a deliberate hand touching his hip when he closed the door, and they didn't even exchange one word before Dan found his personal space invaded. It was only inevitable, and Dan parted his lips even before Fernando leaned in to kiss him.
"Your parents are away, no?" Fernando mumbled, lip catching Daniel's when he spoke. They kissed again, gently this time, and Dan settled for it. Let Fernando set the pace and mirrored his movements, fought the urge to start pushing it further and dominate.
"They're away the whole weekend," Dan replied, and didn't think about his answer before Fernando stopped and leaned a bit back, teasing glint in his eye. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?" the Spaniard grinned. Flushing deep red Dan flicked his eyes down and shuffled his feet awkwardly, and Fernando obviously took notice. "Hey," he said, and Dan looked up, "I'm just kidding, okay. No pressure."
They stayed in the hallway kissing for almost ten more minutes, Dan feeling bold enough to rest both hands on the small of Fernando's back, sneaking them in underneath his t-shirt. Fernando answered with sliding his hands over the other boy's ass, dragging him closer. "How about we go to your room or something?"
Dan swallowed. "Sure."
*
Fernando undressing him was one of the most arousing things Dan had ever experienced, no matter how casual he acted or the simplicity of the act itself. Fernando didn't put on a performance beyond being himself, didn't say a lot except for small comments about Dan being tense as fuck and getting him to move so the clothes would come off. It made him breathe a bit easier.
Daniel was down to his boxer briefs, flat on his back on the bed while watching Fernando. Not one second did he take his eyes off of him, there was something in the ripple of Fernando's muscles when he dragged the dark shirt he was wearing over his head that turned him on so much. His jeans followed, then he crawled back on the bed and hovered over Daniel. They just looked at each other for a few long, heated seconds, and then the Dane broke into a smile. Carefully he cupped Fernando's cheek and pulled him down, pressed their lips gently together once before he went for it.
It didn't take long before Fernando laid down on top of him instead of just hovering over on his elbows and knees, and Dan pushed his thigh in between his legs. A small moan fell from the Spaniard's lips, and it was amazing what that sound did to Daniel's confidence. Fuck if it wasn't a little strange to feel another erection press against his hip, but it wasn't freaking him out at all. The heavy, hot feeling was intriguing, he wanted to get Fernando naked and touch him. Touch his dick.
Feeling a bit more eager he kissed Fernando a little deeper, and groaned low in his throat when the other boy's hands started pulling at them hem of his boxer briefs.
"Come on," Fernando broke off the kiss and sat up, quickly climbing off Dan so he could take the last piece of clothing off. Dan just stared, he couldn't help it.
For some reason he started thinking back, started thinking about how he'd acted towards Fernando. The things he'd said, or rather, not said, and how he'd used him just to push him away when he felt like it. There was really no excuse for what an ass he had been towards the Spaniard. The boy who now got naked for him and took things slowly for him.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Fernando went for an easy tone, but Dan could hear that it affected him. There had definitely been some hurt feelings.
"For being an ass," he frowned slightly, wondered if maybe Fernando had just been bullshitting him and would leave now or something. "It's... okay," the Spaniard shrugged, before he smirked, "you can make it up to me."
Oh, God.
"What do you want me to do?" Dan swallowed.
"Let me finger you."
Well, fuck.
Dan hesitated before nodding his head once. Then again. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his nerves and started telling himself over and over again it would be fine. It could even be good.
"Just relax," Fernando smiled, and with slightly more rough hands than before dragged Dan's boxer briefs off. Dan was about to say something, but not even two seconds had passed before the Spaniard had a good grip around his dick and pressed his tongue against the rapidly hardening flesh. If Dan hadn't been turned on before he certainly was now, there was nothing like seeing his classmate dip his head down and lick at his fucking cock.
"Spread your legs a little," Fernando flicked a look up at him, just as he moved his head back. There was a tiny thread of spit hanging between his lips and Dan's dick, and the Dane had to compose himself before talking after seeing something so obscenely arousing. Really, everything about Fernando aroused him now. His dick was pounding and hard, standing in full attention to every move the boy made.
Uncertainly Dan spread his legs a bit more, but was instantly confused as Fernando jumped off the bed instead of doing anything to him. He started to close his legs again, but Fernando was quick to get back to him and stop him with a hand on the inside of his thigh. "Just lube."
"Sorry," Dan mumbled, his cheeks feeling a little warm.
"Nothing to be sorry about," the Spaniard murmured, and without warning started rubbing a slick finger over Daniel's hole. "Holy shi-" Dan gasped, but Fernando interrupted him, "no complaints, you'll get used to it." Dan frowned, but felt another warm curl of pure want in his stomach. It was kind of sexy to hear the other boy be so certain in his commands.
Dan hiked his leg up even further without thinking when Fernando pressed the tip of his finger just inside. It wasn't anything at all how he'd expected it to feel. Well, to be honest, he had tried not to think about what it would feel like.
"Fuck, Fernando..." Dan dropped his head back and closed his eyes, tried not to writhe uncomfortably when the finger was pushed further into him. Fernando settled with the one finger and started mouthing and biting the Dane's stomach, leaving tiny, tiny bite marks and red spots all over the skin.
Daniel grunted and shifted his hips when another fingertip started prodding him, right alongside the first. If he could take one he could take two, it couldn't be that bad, he thought. He didn't even realize he was panting like a bitch until Fernando started nipping at his lower lip, urging him to start kissing him again. It was actually kind of hard, Dan felt like he couldn't get enough air when his mouth was sealed against the Spaniard's. They kissed all until Dan had to break it off, and his whole body was shaking slightly with the effort.
"Relax," Fernando mumbled and slowed his fingers down, "remember to breathe."
"Easy for you to say," Dan grunted, but he did take the advice to heart, and really tried to breathe properly.
Fernando was being amazing. Whatever he did with his fingers it was working, because Dan felt more like he was closing in on a release than wanting to get that out of my ass like it had been a little earlier. An almost guttural moan escaped him, and Dan didn't know he was capable of making such a strange sound. It sounded so needy, so desperate and emotional.
"You're so fucking sexy," Fernando breathed hard against his lips, eyes fluttering shut ever so often. Dan didn't quite know when he'd grabbed the other boy's cock and started stroking and tugging, but he was, and Fernando was enjoying himself. Another half-choked praise from the Spaniard and Dan's whole body shuddered. It couldn't be put off, he was so close and Fernando's fingers felt amazing now, so perfect and good, and Dan thought more, he wanted more...
"C-can I fuck you? Danny, please," the Spaniard thrust into Daniel's hand, lips against the side of his neck. "Please? You're so sexy, Dan, I want to."
Swallowing hard Dan tried to force his eyes open, but when Fernando was fingering him like that he could get off if he'd only tug just right at his cock, and...
"Yeah, come on," he panted, not knowing what had gotten into him. He opened his eyes, and the look on Fernando's face made it so worth it. At least in this moment. Maybe he would complain when it was all over and his ass hurt, but right now Fernando could do whatever he wanted.
The next minute was a bit hazy in Daniel's mind, it was just wild anticipation running in his veins, his heart beating a furious tattoo in his chest and a feeling of suffocating on nothing. Again he struggled with relaxing, but with Fernando's soothing words and the gentle prodding it was okay in the end, even if it took him quite a while to relax enough for Fernando to get in at all.
And it hurt.
"Relax," Fernando begged, "relax, Danny, relax, relax. Breathe."
And he did.
Fuck.
"Ohhh, fuck," Dan licked his lips and bit hard down on the bottom one. Actually, he was in need of biting down on something a bit more solid than his lip, because that hurt just seconds later. So instead he muffled the small cries of both pain and pleasure, he wasn't sure what was what anymore, into his arm, teeth sinking in to create sick marks.
Fernando was over him, pushing him into the mattress as they rocked together, and when it started to feel a bit better Dan pushed his ass back a bit more, ended up on his knees, but still with his face planted safely in the pillow. When Fernando reached around him and grabbed his dick he came in a matter of seconds. It would be embarrassing if he wasn't too fucking exhausted to care. Instead of pounding into him, like Dan thought he would do, Fernando pulled out and ripped off the condom, and started jerking himself off. Some strange instinct told Dan he didn't want to just lay there in a heap when the Spaniard finished, so he rolled himself over on his back and dragged Fernando down to kiss him. It was a mess, Fernando too close to think properly, and the kiss was wet and deep. The most delicious moan was breathed right into his mouth when Fernando came onto his stomach, and Dan couldn't help but grin slightly. Fuck. He'd had sex with a boy.
"Shit," the Spaniard mumbled, dropping down on the bed next to his classmate.
How quickly their relationship had changed, Dan thought. It was insane, of course they'd known of each other but never even talked properly before that P.E. assignment in the woods. And now this.
Dan turned his head and looked at the other boy. Fernando had his eyes closed, his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession, dick now soft and spent.
"You wanna take a nap?" Dan suggested. It was more like asking if Fernando to stay, because Dan was taking a nap regardless.
"Yeah, if you're okay with it," the Spaniard turned his head too, locking their eyes together.
"Of course," Dan answered sincerely.
"Alright," Fernando gave him a half-smile. "But maybe we should clean off first?"
Dan wrinkled his nose and the other boy laughed. They padded into the bathroom across the hall (this was why no parents was a good thing) and wiped the sticky liquid off. Fernando walked back into Dan's bedroom first, leaving Dan get everything off his stomach as well.
When he got back from the bathroom Fernando was nestled underneath the duvet, and the Dane fought, he really did, but the smile appeared on his face nevertheless. Without a second thought he climbed in with him.
"Next time you top. I'm much more a fan of bottoming," Fernando mumbled when Dan had settled. Biting back a wider smile the Dane reached out and pushed at the other boy, who grinned. "Sounds good."
~ The End ~