What's This?
Title: What's This?
Pairing: Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel, Daniel Agger (mentions of Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: AU. A companion piece to Who has to know? (Agger/Torres), and you will already have met the Martins in part 3. Maybe you should just read that part, so you know a bit about them.
Wordcount: 8,585
Summary: Martin has never really had an impression of Kelly, only knowing him as the scared kid in class, but after he randomly finds something in the boy's room...
+ I don't know how this turned into this, it was supposed to be short... But it isn't. *sigh*
+ First time I've written this pairing, crossed fingers!
+ ... and right now I'm sitting with my brother who is a Chelsea fan and my cousin who is a United fan. Exciting.
Kelly was on his bed, curled up on his side with his back against the wall. Sometimes when he had nothing else to do (which was often), he would lay down on his bed like this and just stare on the furniture in the small room, think about his life and much of a loser he was.
He was easily messed with as he didn't dare to stand up to anyone. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up so scared and quiet, when his sister was so loud and outgoing. Their parents had been sheltering him more than they had with her, but Kelly just thought that was because he was such a scrawny child. When growing up he'd been short, he'd had arms like toothpicks and a voice that no one cared to listen to. Boring, a nobody, a waste of space.
He'd had problems with making friends, always feeling too awkward around the boys who were bigger and louder than him. In his primary school there hadn't been many kids like him, and he'd taken to sit by himself with his back covered and look at the other kids play.
Things didn't really get better when Kelly realized he liked boys.
Now it was simply easier to accept the fact he wouldn't have any friends as he got through school, and that he should wait with even giving an effort until, like, when he started building himself a career. It was just so much easier that way. Luckily his teachers liked him because he always finished his assignments on time, he always did his homework and got excellent grades. Though he had a sneaky suspicion his Geography teacher wanted him to get out of his shell, since he paired him up with that dreadful boy, Skrtel.
Martin Skrtel pretty much summed up everything Kelly was not. He was loud, funny, looked scary and somehow attracted everyone. Girls loved him, something about his bad-boy looks and easy attitude. They talked about him like he was some kind of amazing sex god, and more than once had Kelly blushed furiously as he pretended not to be listening to their conversations. One time he'd been sitting by himself in the hallway, just behind a corner were people usually didn't go. A flock of giggling girls had stopped right by the doorway, out of his sight. But oh, he'd heard them. Apparently, Skrtel was amazing. He wasn't just amazing, he did this thing with his tongue (which had Kelly reddening within seconds), and his fingers, god, his hands!, and Kelly just wanted to shrink into nothing and not hear any more about Skrtel. When the girls eventually moved down the hallway he sat completely quiet in his corner and tried to breathe properly, and desperately tried to figure out how to get rid of his boner.
Martin Skrtel did Kelly's head in. Not that he'd ever made fun of him or done anything towards him, but Kelly couldn't cope with the fact that the Slovak was part of every wet dream he'd had since they started school together. It was like a curse, he was so drawn to the one person who would most likely destroy his face if it came to his knowledge that Kelly was gay and wanted him.
And now, this. The stupid project where they would have to work together. Martin had suggested just not really meeting up at all, just divide the work and put it together at the end, but Kelly was not too excited about the idea. He knew he was a bit anal about schoolwork, but he wanted to keep his perfect grades. In the end it came down to the fact that he just didn't trust Skrtel to do what he was supposed to do. Insulting as it may sound, he just couldn't.
Which was why Martin was coming over in an hour to work on their assignment.
Kelly rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling instead. It stared back, cold and white and boring. Just like him.
An itch in his stomach made him turn again, and he groaned when the images wouldn't let go. He shouldn't have been thinking so much about Skrtel, it always made him horny.
It was a long time ago when Kelly was too uptight and scared to properly touch himself. After a while of being restless and unfocused he started exploring, and holy damn, was internet a wonderful invention. Without it Kelly was pretty sure he wouldn't be as far in his self-discovery as now. At first it had been curious googling, and some of the videos he'd come across downright scared him. All the things the men in the videos did seemed impossible, and it always seemed so raw and painful and one had to be in total control while the other submitted completely.
In the end he'd started to find the type of videos he now sticked to. Kelly wasn't into anything hardcore, didn't have any particular kinks. What he looked for was that passion, and even if he knew it was all faked in porn there were actors who had chemistry and those who did not. To him it was never arousing with one dude just going at the other with no concern and no mercy, Kelly liked when there were small smiles, maybe laughter, a good, fun time.
First he made sure the door was locked, then quickly he got back on the bed. Kelly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, gently started squeezing and pulling a little at his half-hard dick. When he started to get into it he sat up and dragged his clothes off, also the t-shirt. Completely naked he laid down again, spat in his palm and took his dick in his hand. The easy slide of his hand felt amazing, but Kelly had to bite back the noises he wanted to make. He wasn't sure if his sister was home or not, she came and went all the time, so he couldn't take the chance.
When he really started to jerk himself off properly, hips thrusting up into his hand and the feeling of sweat breaking out on his forehead, Kelly moaned softly. If anything, the bedroom was where he could make a little noise, managed to let himself go if only a little. Quickly he spread his legs and started rubbing over his hole, pressing his finger in almost dry, just to feel something. It was so good, there was nothing that could compare. Kelly genuinely liked having something in his ass.
It felt almost wrong to stop the movement of his hand and let go of his dick, but Kelly really, really needed the lube right now. Swiftly he jumped off the bed and opened the top drawer in his desk, digging inside the little, inconspicuous box in the back of it. He threw the lube on the bed before opening his underwear drawer. In the beginning the thing had made him blush just when he looked at it, when he touched it, even used it, but now he was far past caring. So what, he had a dildo. He wasn't getting any, and it provided what he couldn't quite do with his fingers.
After preparing himself thoroughly Kelly slowly pressed the dildo into himself, all while biting his lip and groaning deep in his throat. Every time he fucked himself on it Kelly would think if only he'd soon get to do this for real. Just the mere thought of someone moaning and thrusting into him, a warm, pulsing dick inside him, made him shiver. Kelly fought back the weak whimper that threatened to spill and pulled the dildo almost all the way out before pushing it agonizingly slow back in. The other hand was working his dick in long, quick strokes, he was so eager to get off, and he couldn't really afford to spend too much time, either. Martin was coming over.
Sweat broke out all over his body, he was shaking with the effort of staying quiet and speeding up his movements. There wasn't much of a resistance anymore, the dildo slid in and out without much trouble and Kelly was so, so, so close. Hiking his leg up a bit more he hit that spot that made him trash like a whore for it on the bed, and he went tense and completely still for a moment before he came all over his stomach and hand. All through it he fucked himself hard, desperately to milk ever last drop of pleasure out of the time he had.
*
It was raining.
Sometimes Martin got overly emo and started thinking the universe was together in working against him. First he got paired up with Kelly, the biggest wuss he think he's ever met in his life, and now it was raining.
Fuck his life.
He contemplated on texting Dan and bitch a bit, but dismissed the idea when he realized how much of a girl that would make him. So he manned up and padded his way from the bus stop to Kelly's house. This wasn't Martin's idea, he'd wanted to meet at the library or something, but apparently goodie two-shoes had some chores at home, which meant he couldn't go to the library today.
Martin knocked on the door when he got there, and stood waiting with a mean scowl on his face, hands deep into his jeans pockets. The strap of his messenger bag was digging into his shoulder. Suddenly someone opened the door, and a girl, probably just slightly younger than Martin, appeared.
"Hi," she said, pretty lips turning slightly up in a coy smile, and eyes quickly giving Martin a once-over.
Oh, damn. Girl was hot. And looked a little (who was he kidding, a lot) like Kelly, but that he could overlook when he took her from behin-
"Who are you?" she bit her lower lip slowly.
"Martin. Can I come in? I'm supposed to meet your brother," Martin couldn't help but smirk a little when she didn't really move away from the entrance, and he had to nearly squeeze in.
"Why do you wanna hang out with him? He's so boring," she tilted her head and looked at him again, "we should hang out." Martin knew this girl was probably sixteen or seventeen, but fuck, the tone of her voice was downright dirty.
"Not hanging out with him, homework," Martin rolled his eyes, and she giggled.
A small sting of something made him rethink what he had just said, and he almost felt guilty about it. Here he was in Kelly's hallway talking shit about him with his sister. That was just plain mean. He'd get bad karma.
When had he ever cared about karma?
"Martin!" Kelly's sister yelled, and Martin's attention snapped to her. Oh, right, they shared the same name. "Martin is here!"
Kelly looked a little like an awkwardly over-grown puppy in a too big sweater when he jogged down the stairs, face slightly flushed. There was this feeling you got when you saw him, that he didn't want to be around you, didn't really want to be around anyone. Eyes cast down, shoulders hunched, feet shuffling. Martin wanted to grab a hold of his shoulders and shake him, see if he could provoke a different reaction than retreat and stay quiet. Even if Martin didn't want to go there, he couldn't help but think how much potential Kelly had, if he just opened up to people and started partying and, well, started talking. He wasn't ugly, he was big as fuck with broad shoulders and a muscular body, there was no denying it.
"Hi," Kelly mumbled, talking to the floor, not Martin.
"We should start," Martin sighed. Kelly's face fell, it showed on his entire body that the tone of the Slovak's voice affected him negatively. It came as a shock to Martin, he wasn't used to people taking him that seriously, because usually he always sounded like this.
Kelly just nodded, then half-turned towards the stairs. A conflicted look flashed across his face, and Martin wasn't quite sure whether to be annoyed by his behavior or smile at how endearing it was. Endearing. A word that shouldn't be in his vocabulary, but somehow his brain found fitting to describe Martin Kelly with.
"I have my books in my room," Kelly said quickly, and made a tiny gesture with his hand. It didn't even look like he knew what he was doing. "You..."
"Let's go," Martin stared at the other boy, whose ears turned red.
"Just let mum know you guys are here when she gets home, I'm going out," Kelly's sister said to her brother, who nodded carefully. "I'm gonna let you two be alone," she added right before she walked out the door, the tone of her voice, again, suggestive and dirty, and she winked at her brother who spluttered and flushed.
"She didn't mean that," he mumbled, a scared look dominant in his big eyes as he actually locked eyes with Martin. For a second only, before he cast them down again.
"Whatever, man," the Slovak shrugged, "can we get started?"
Kelly couldn't quite shake the nervous expression off of his face, and frankly, it annoyed Martin. Why couldn't the kid just relax for once, why couldn't he just smile and let his shoulders down? Never, not once in his life, had Martin met someone so cautious of his every move, so uptight. It made him wanna crack that shell and break him down, but not in a bad way. Just make him realize what living was.
Martin followed Kelly up the stairs, and again had to hide a small huff of amusement when the Brit was so obviously embarrassed at his room. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the room, it was an ordinary teenage bedroom with a few posters, CD's on the shelfs and simple colors. A bit boring, maybe, but Martin knew that was just how Kelly was. There was quite a few books too, filling up half of the bookshelf and a few stacks here and there on the floor.
"Just," Kelly made a vague gesture with his hand towards his bed or the desk, Martin wasn't sure, he just shrugged and went to sit down on the bed. Without saying anything else Kelly started flicking through some papers on his desk, but the frustration was quickly evident on his face.
"My notes-" he looked unhappily down at the desk, "I'm gonna go downstairs and see."
Martin only grunted and started pulling out his own notes and his pen, but of course, the pen wasn't working. He tried a few times, but quickly gave up. Kelly probably wouldn't mind, he thought as he got up and sauntered over to the desk. In the top drawer he found no pen, but did find lube. Martin smirked. Everyone had their needs. In the second drawer he found a whole box of pens, and took one.
As he dumped down on the bed again the two pillows propped up against the wall fell over, and something red and... rubbery, poked out at the top. Curious Martin leaned over and grabbed it, and only when he held it in his hand and could see the whole thing did he realize it was a dildo.
A red, big, fucking dildo.
Holy fuck.
No matter how shocked he was, and that it was kinda gross thinking this had been inside someone, Martin just stared at it. Still he held it in his hand and just looked at it, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.
There was a noise at the door, and Martin's attention snapped to Kelly who looked ready to die in the doorway. It seemed like he was in such a state of shock he didn't even blush, he was white as a ghost.
Awkwardly Martin dropped the... thing on the floor and stood up quickly, fighting the blush wanting to break out on his cheeks. He didn't blush, ever. There was just no way, the Slovak thought, that that dildo was Kelly's. Instantly images of the other boy fucking himself on the thing appeared in his mind, and Martin felt so surprised over himself, that he was even capable of conjuring such wild pictures.
"I gotta go," Martin grabbed his things and avoided making eye-contact with Kelly, then rushed by him in the doorway. Their shoulders bumped, and the Brit just let himself be pushed out of the way.
Outside he couldn't get to the bus stop fast enough, and when he was finally there, it felt like ages until the bus came. He needed to get home now, he was too confused, and scared of his own thoughts, to be outside right now. A shower and some food would do him good, make him think about something else. Marína was probably home from school too, he could help her with her homework.
*
Kelly sighed deeply and dumped down on his bed, but not before he carefully hid the toy. Never again would he be that careless, he should've know something would happen. The one time he didn't put it far back in a drawer or in his closet someone happened to be in his room and happened to find it. People were never in his room, it usually wasn't a problem. He had just been stressed, after he'd finished jerking off earlier it hadn't been that long until Martin was coming over, and he needed to take a shower. So he ended up cleaning off and just throwing it behind some pillows. Good choice, he thought bitterly. Now everyone would know he liked to fuck himself with a god damn dildo. No way Martin was going to shut up about this, it was too good of a story. Just maybe, Kelly hoped, just maybe Martin was too embarrassed to mention it to anyone. But Martin wasn't know for being quiet about anything. He didn't get embarrassed.
Swallowing back the lump of fear in his throat Kelly changed into pajamas and went to bed, no matter if it was only six in the evening.
*
Martin didn't know what to do. Neither his mother nor Marína had been home when he got there, so he'd locked himself in and tried to start on the assignment. Only it just reminded him of Kelly. How was he supposed to ever work alone with the guy again when all he could think of was him using a toy like that? It was burned in his mind. Martin had seen guys fucking before, because Dan had a weird taste in porn and got off on bisexual threesomes even if he was straight, but Martin never given it much thought. It surely hadn't turned him on, had it? He'd gotten hard from watching it sometimes, but just when one of the guys fucked the girl, not when the guys were sucking each other off or fucked... He was pretty sure he hadn't.
In the end Martin gave up and texted Dan.
Me: dude i think kellys a fag
Agger, Dan: what?
Me: i was at his place and he had a dildo
Maybe not the best approach, as the answer he got back was clearly amused.
Agger, Dan: oh martin is thre something your not telling me? -.^ howd u know hes got a dildo?
Me: fuck u! not like that, i found it. randomly
Agger, Dan: what u do wit it? -.^
Me: fuck dan! it was akwakrd, i got out of there
Agger, Dan: dude
Me: what
Agger, Dan: thats mean. kellys prob scared shitless now
Me: why?
Agger, Dan: cus he thinks ur gonna tell evryone
Me: whyd i do that?
Agger, Dan: cus your a douche?
Martin threw his phone on the floor and stared up into the ceiling. Of course he wasn't planning on telling everyone, why would he do that? If Kelly liked that... it was his decision, Martin wasn't going to make his life miserable by telling the entire school. He could only imagine if someone did that to him, how fucking horrible would it be. No, he wasn't telling anyone. Except Dan, but Dan wasn't going to tell anyone either. The guy was straight as an arrow, but he wasn't a homophobe or a bully.
When Martin finally fell asleep that night he was confused, but also curious. No matter how much it alienated him he couldn't fight the curiosity, what the hell it would feel like to shove something that big into your ass. He could understand how it was enjoyable to someone, but when he started thinking about ever doing it himself... no way.
*
Since his hours of sleep had been limited, Martin wasn't in a very good mood the next morning. It didn't get better when Dan was grinning at him like a madman from class one, and kept bugging him every free minute they had. It wasn't worse than the knot in his stomach though, which had formed at the thought of having World History with Kelly later. Dan wasn't in that class, and it was sure to get awkward.
"How big was it?" Dan smirked when they sat outside in the summer sunshine having lunch, and started chuckling when Martin choked on his sandwich.
"Dan, I already told you, I'm not talking about this!" the Slovak glared disapprovingly at his best friend before continuing to chew on his food.
"Come on," Dan grinned, "pretend you're not even slightly interested!"
"Interested?" Martin just managed to keep his voice down, "interested? Fuck you!"
"Dude, I don't judge. Don't tell me you didn't think about it afterwards," the Dane winked and nudged Martin with his shoulder.
"Dan, I'm not gay!"
"I didn't say you were, chill!" Dan put his hands up and looked at Martin with earnest. "But seriously, I just wanna know."
Suddenly the conversation had taken a serious road the Slovak did not want to walk. He didn't know why Dan had taken such an interest in knowing his inner feelings, but he didn't like it. When had Dan changed, anyway? Before he'd been just as opposed to talking about feelings as Martin, and surely had never talked about... gays and dildos the way he did now. And with such ease?
"If you're asking whether I thought about sticking that thing up my ass afterwards, then fine, I'll give you an answer. No! I didn't. The fuck does it mean to you?" Martin spat.
Dan frowned slightly, voice calm, "woah, sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Martin. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Shut up," Martin regretted his words already, didn't really know what had made him yell at his friend like that. He supported his chin in his hands and stared out at the other students lounging around on the grass and the asphalt. "Dude, I don't know what to make of it. I just feel awkward around him. How am I supposed to act casual when we work on the assignment. I know he's shoving that thing up his ass!"
"You don't have to make it sound so bad," Dan muttered, and Martin cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Martin waited patiently, as the expression on Dan's face had changed from teasing to nearly pained. There was something on his mind, Martin knew the boy inside out.
Martin took a deep breath and sighed, "since we're having a touchy-feely moment already, tell me. What's bugging you, man?"
"Nothing," Dan shrugged rather unconvincingly, and the Slovak rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to push Dan for info when the boy wasn't going to tell him right away.
*
Kelly didn't glance in his direction once.
Didn't turn in his chair or even flick a look sideways.
For the tenth time the teacher called out Martin's name and he jerked in his chair, he'd spaced out again. All on his mind was Kelly, because he still found it so... weird. Now that he saw the other boy in person it was even stranger, Martin took in his normal stance; the hunched shoulders, the downcast eyes, the nervous tapping of fingers against the desk. His attention was on the teacher and the teacher only, because he was a good student like that. To everyone else he seemed so quiet and normal and nerdy, but Martin knew what he got up to alone in bed. He knew what Kelly was doing when he got off, he knew, and it bugged him to no end. Not because it disgusted him... quite the contrary.
*
That evening Martin received an e-mail from Kelly, saying in very few, impersonal words that he had finished his part of the project, and with the e-mail followed the file containing all of it. Martin stared at it for a long time. It was obvious that the Brit didn't want to have to face him again if possible, no matter if they were in the same class or not and were bound to.
Feeling confused and a little rejected, for some strange reason, Martin grabbed a thin jacket and headed out of his house, walking down the street towards Daniel's house. Even if he felt like a total girl he needed to talk to Dan, he was the only person he could possibly confide in. No matter how out of character this was for him, Martin needed to air his thoughts on Kelly. How yesterday he'd started thinking about Kelly and the dildo and had grown hard. It was going to be awkward and painful for him to utter the words, but Dan would at least not laugh at him. He hoped.
They didn't live far from each other, and soon Martin was on Dan's doorstep. Quickly he rung the doorbell, and stood quietly waiting with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. It was all too new and weird, and over and over again Martin was questioning how smart it would be to tell his best friend about this thoughts. But, if he should tell someone, it would be Dan, and he knew it was important to talk about stuff like this. No matter how girly it was.
The door was opened and Martin snapped his head up, a small smile making its way to his face when he saw Dan's mum. She smiled at him and invited him inside, told him Dan was upstairs in his room with his friend. Martin frowned a little at her words, started wondering who Dan was hanging out with. Probably one of the guys.
What he didn't expect was for the door to be shut and no sounds filtering out. Usually there would be yelling and the noise of FIFA or Grand Theft Auto, but now there was nothing. Feeling unsure Martin knocked on the door, and if he heard right, there was a surprised gasp and the rustling of fabric. Now frowning Martin stood waiting for Dan to open the door, he wasn't going to burst in if something shady was going on in there.
Maybe a minute passed while Martin was just standing in the hallway, but then the door opened halfway and Dan appeared, blocking the sight in. His hair was standing in all directions, his cheeks were flushed and he was shirtless. Martin didn't want to look, but he was pretty sure Dan was going to have a hard-on if he did.
"Aw, dude," Martin wrinkled his nose, "were you jerking off?"
"No!" Dan 's voice cracked, and the Slovak cocked an eyebrow.
Suddenly Martin remembered, "your mum said someone was here with you!" Dan's eyes widened, mouth falling slightly open. Then he closed it again and looked down, "it's not what it looks like."
Martin could hear someone huff out a humorless laugh inside the room. "Not what it looks like... Fuck you."
The Slovak's eyebrows were ready to disappear up past his scalp, because the voice from inside Dan's room was most definitely male, and sounded not too happy. This was not just a mate, this was... fuck, Dan was getting it on with a dude?
"Can you just wait downstairs for five minutes?" Dan begged, and Martin nodded. Without saying anything else he turned and walked back down into the living-room, where he dumped down on the couch.
It wasn't as much five minutes as fifteen, but the Slovak waited patiently. The sound of someone jogging down the stairs got his attention, and Martin just caught the sight of a boy walking quickly past the living-room towards the door. It was too fleeting for Martin to see who he was, but then Dan came running past as well, and he heard, "Nando-"
Martin's mind went into overdrive. There was only one person that could be. Dan had been getting it on with Fernando Torres? So... strange, the Slovak frowned. Never had he heard a nice word about that boy coming from Dan's mouth, and now they were having sex or something? Deciding he'd rather hear Dan's story than trying to figure it out himself, Martin sat quietly until Dan appeared in the doorway.
"Wanna go upstairs?" the Dane asked.
"Sure."
They sat in complete silence for five minutes before Dan looked up from his hands. Martin only sat there, waited patiently for his friend to talk. It wasn't like Dan to be this quiet, so unsure of himself and his words. Before the Dane had been a legend in his own mind, and he would talk without hesitation.
"I..." Dan began, hands twitching in his lap, "I'm not gay."
"I'm not judging," Martin stated quietly.
"But-" Dan shrugged half-heartedly, "I've kinda been feeling something for Fernando. I don't know how it started, but it just did."
"You didn't use to like him that much," the Slovak said, and Dan nodded.
"I know. But... you remember that trip to the woods? P.E. thing?"
The Slovak nodded.
"I caught him-" Dan looked a little uncomfortable and made a movement with his hand, and Martin couldn't help but break into a slight grin, "and... that night he kinda, uhm, jerked me off. And we kissed."
Only now did Dan look up and made eye-contact with Martin, who was still grinning slightly. When it became clear to the Dane there wouldn't be any hate or insults, he relaxed slightly and even smiled a little.
"We've been hooking up for some time now," Dan finished, eyes flicking down every other second.
"I'm fine with it, really," Martin shrugged. "You should know me that well by now, yeah?" He smiled encouragingly.
"He's so mad at me now," Dan frowned, looking unhappier by the second, "I don't know what to do, I think he's been getting feelings for me, like... like he wants us to be together or something."
*
In the end Martin ended up going home without telling Dan about his thoughts, and was left more confused than ever. It had seemed that the Dane was too caught up in his pain and misery to be of any help anyways, so Martin left him with a hearty pat on the back and a smile. Much else he couldn't offer.
*
Over the next week it became apparent to everyone, even if Kelly usually stayed away from most people, that he was especially avoiding Martin Skrtel.
"Dude, people are like, noticing that you guys are," Dan made a pouty face and knocked his knuckles together.
"I don't care," Martin muttered. "There's nothing for us to talk about. We're not working together anymore. Assignment over."
"You still found his dildo..." Dan tried to hold back the smile, but he couldn't.
The Slovak rested his forehead on his folded arms, the teacher paying no attention to him not paying attention. "Fuck off, man."
*
It was a complete coincidence that Martin and Kelly ran into each other at the local store. Right next to the endless row of cereals Kelly almost jogged into the Slovak, and Martin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Again he noticed how tall and broad Kelly was.
"Where's the fire?" Martin cocked an eyebrow at Kelly who blushed. Not the first time.
"Sorry," the Brit looked down, shifting his weight awkwardly. All of a sudden he spoke again, voice weirdly steady for being Kelly, "thanks for not telling anyone."
"I wouldn't do that," Martin frowned, feeling slightly upset that Kelly would think that about him.
"I know now. Thanks," the kid repeated, even smiling a little.
For a moment Martin's stomach flared with something warm and pleasant. It was the feeling of curious attraction, a small part of Martin wanted to smile warmly back and fleetingly touch Kelly's arm with his fingertips, just to have a memory of his skin. Martin dared to believe he hadn't felt this in a long, long time, and another part of him desperately wanted to jump on the chance.
"Do you wanna hang out some time?"
Kelly looked surprised.
Martin felt surprised. Where had those words come from?
"... okay."
*
It was awkward, to say it the least. Martin didn't know what to say, and Kelly was quiet by nature. Maybe it was all in his head. It didn't really seem like the Brit was that affected by the silence, it was more like he was so used to it he barely took notice. When Martin glanced over it actually looked like Kelly was quite enjoying himself, he was relaxed in a way the Slovak had never seen him, a small smile on his lips and eyes were trained on the TV.
Strange boy.
Martin couldn't remember how his hand had ended up on Kelly's thigh, but it did, and Kelly didn't move. Of course it just made Martin want to push his luck a bit further, even if he had no idea what possessed him to do so.
Kelly turned his head towards the other boy, eyes almost shy, but there was something else in them too. A permission to take it along, a question for more. Cracking a nervous smile Martin leaned in, but stopped and hesitated before their lips touched. Gently the Brit put a hand on Martin's cheek and pulled him the last distance, pressed their lips together as softly as possible.
The need to be in control and set the pace made itself known to Martin, but he was a little afraid of what Kelly might have to say about it. Wordlessly he began pushing a bit, kissed the Brit deeper and opened his mouth more to him. A soft puff of air caressed his lips just as he pulled back a little, and instead of continuing the kiss Martin drew back a bit further. Kelly was smiling. They just looked at each other for a few long seconds, then Kelly sat back on the couch, eyes again finding the TV.
Martin stared, didn't even hide it. Like nothing had happened the Brit was engaged in the movie, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips every time a joke was uttered, and his hands were relaxed and in his own lap. Martin still stared. How could he be so casual about it? Acting like it was no big deal at all, not giving him an extra thought. They'd kissed, it was...
...it was just a kiss. Kelly probably didn't think more of it than just a kiss.
Martin didn't want it to be 'just a kiss'.
He cleared his throat, caught Kelly's attention.
The Brit was looking expectantly at him, but no words would come out. So instead Martin did the only thing he could think of, and that was slipping a hand around Kelly's neck and kiss him. There was no complaints as Martin pushed the other boy back on the couch, and he felt a surge of confidence. Obviously Kelly wanted it, or else he'd never let him. A tiny groan formed at the back of his throat when Kelly wiggled a hand underneath his sweater.
Where did the shy, awkward and scared boy Martin knew from class go?
"You know, I'm bigger than that dildo of yours."
Kelly's eyes snapped open, and the Slovak felt like he should be slightly embarrassed for what he'd said, but he wasn't. They kept quiet, neither said anything, but Martin knew it was all good when Kelly broke into a grin.
*
Soon Martin was completely on top of Kelly, resting almost his entire weight down on him. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the good kind of heavy, and he couldn't help but rock his hips slightly against Kelly. Again Kelly huffed out a small chuckle, but it quickly turned into a breathy moan. The Brit squirmed underneath Martin's weight, and after a short struggle managed to hook his leg around Martin's thighs. Their kissing was growing harder and hotter each second, deep and long and wet. Martin pulled back for a moment before he nipped at Kelly's lip, bit down on it and sucked gently. Again he was surprised at Kelly's eagerness, how easily he arched and moulded against him and let out all these noises that went straight to Martin's dick.
"I think maybe my family will be home soon," Kelly mumbled when the Slovak moved to kiss at his jaw and neck. Martin stopped, caught Kelly's eye. "I didn't say we can't take it further, but..."
Martin smirked.
For a second the insecure Kelly Martin knew so well came back out, and the Brit stuttered on the first word, "y-you... uh, wanna go to my room?"
"Before your folks get home," Martin grinned.
"Yeah," Kelly was blushing a little, and Martin couldn't help but find it absolutely endearing. Again, the word intruded where it didn't belong, meaning his vocabulary, but... he couldn't help it.
It was hard to make his body move, because he was very comfortable just were he was. Kelly got to his feet quickly, headed towards the stairs without hesitation. Still standing by the couch Martin watched the tall figure move; broad shoulders, big hands, long, muscular legs... Damn. Really, if only Kelly had started socializing a bit more, he could've gotten anyone, everyone. God, he was sexy. Martin didn't know why he hadn't been with boys before. He'd always been a bit alternative, but somehow he had always ended up with girls. Especially now he regretted not taking earlier chances he probably had had if he'd only looked for it.
Shaking it off Martin followed Kelly upstairs. No more time to think, only time to do.
*
It took them almost half an hour to get out of their clothes. Just because Martin wanted to take it that slow, Kelly was actually getting a little impatient. It was a different situation entirely, taking off the other person's t-shirt to find a flat chest and stomach. A stomach with defined, firm muscles and a light hair trailing down into rough jeans. When Martin popped the button and pulled down the zipper of those jeans, he couldn't help but stop to skim his fingers across the bulge that revealed itself. How strange, feeling another dick underneath his fingers, feel the warmth and steady growth from soft to hard. Feel it swell and gain size all while he ran his fingers up and down. Hear and feel breathy moans and soft noises brush his cheek as he explored and undressed. Sometimes he moaned too, when Kelly kissed his cheek or mouthed at his jaw, bit and nipped at his earlobe. By now he was fully hard himself, but Kelly wasn't touching him.
"What are we going to do?" Martin murmured, bringing a hand up to cup the Brit's face. Kelly smiled slightly, eyes fluttering shut as Martin kissed him, their tongues playing lazily for a moment. Drawing back the Slovak grinned, traced Kelly's bottom lip with his thumb. The air in the room suddenly thickened when Kelly tilted his head and sucked Martin's thumb into his mouth.
Releasing Martin's thumb Kelly whispered, "do you want to..." he hesitated for a split second, ears turning red, "can you fuck me? I've never done it with someone else before, but... do you want to?"
Martin had to bite down on his lip to hold back the smirk, and instead pressed his mouth to Kelly's, kissed him hard and relentlessly until the Brit grabbed a hold of his hips and dragged them together. They were only in their underwear, not that it really did anything but create a thin, annoying barrier. Martin could feel everything, felt insane sparks of arousal at the push of another dick against his. Fuck, it was killing him, the wild heat in his groin and Kelly's moans into his mouth.
"I wanna fuck you," Martin breathed in between the heavy kisses, relishing the way Kelly's knees seemingly buckled underneath him. "Fuck, Kells, I want you."
Kelly put a hand on Martin's chest and put an arms length between them. He never stopped smiling, never as he rid himself of his underwear and stood waiting for Martin to do the same. "Come on," Kelly tilted his head and let his eyes drop to Martin's crotch.
Dirty.
Martin liked it.
So he dropped his boxers and waited for Kelly to come back.
*
It was way too hot in the room, Martin thought for a fleeting moment, but he was soon too occupied with jerking off to think any rational thoughts. Kelly half sat, half leaned against the headboard of his bed, legs spread and hand working quickly on his cock. They weren't touching apart from Martin's right foot resting against Kelly's left calf. Even if this wasn't Martin's first choice (he'd rather be on top of the Brit with his hands on him), but Kelly had pointed at the foot of the bed and asked him to sit. Said he wanted to see him first. Again the boy surprised Martin in a very, very good way.
Something hit Martin.
The memory of a red toy came to his mind. A toy which he'd made a comment about earlier that evening.
"Kells?"
"Hm?" Kelly hummed, eyelids heavy. When he was in this state it was clear much of his awkwardness and fright disappeared. Like when he finally had Martin's approval and knew there was a mutual attraction, he wasn't afraid to let himself go and enjoy himself. And it was hot.
"I wanna watch you fuck yourself with the dildo," Martin said, and watched closely for a negative reaction. Kelly's hand stilled on his dick, and his eyes shot open again, but there was not a rejection in them or in his body language. He just looked slightly hesitant, like he couldn't really believe Martin would want to watch something like that. "It would be so sexy. Please?"
Kelly nodded slowly. "Sit tight," he breathed out just before he jumped off of the bed and started digging through two different drawers to get lube and the toy.
Martin couldn't keep his eyes off of him.
Couldn't stop watching as he added more fingers, stretched himself, moaned low in his throat. Watched as Kelly spread his legs a little bit more and the muscles in his stomach and thighs quivered with anticipation and pent up arousal. Martin didn't even know he'd been holding his breath until he became almost dizzy. Breathing was overrated.
"Fuck..." Martin whispered as Kelly rubbed the head of the toy up and down his crack, both that and the skin shiny with lube. Gently the tip was pressed against the tight hole, and Martin sucked in a deep breath when the muscles gave way and the toy slid slowly inside. For a moment his eyes flicked up to take in Kelly's face, and again Martin's breathing wouldn't come regularly. Pure abandonment and want was etched into Kelly's features, eyes tightly shut and mouth loose and open.
Kelly's hand started gaining speed, the toy sliding in and out with such ease, telling Martin the Brit had done this countless times before.
"Martin," Kelly breathed, opening his eyes halfway to catch his attention. "Come here."
Suddenly he felt nervous, but shook it off quickly. He'd had sex before, jesus, it wasn't that different.
Martin's eyes zoomed in on the toy disappearing inside Kelly with each push, and couldn't help but groan when the boy pulled it completely out with a wet sound and threw it on the bed. Before Kelly could do or say anything Martin had crawled over to him and curiously rubbed two fingers over the hole. When he pushed them in there was no resistance, it felt slick and warm and Martin leaned down to mouth Kelly's stomach.
"Martin," Kelly said again, voice sounding a bit needy and high-pitched. He drew his knees up a bit, one hand reaching out to tug at the Slovak's upper arm.
"Wait," Martin said, just about to get his dick in, cursing himself, "condom."
"Fuck," the Brit part sighed, part moaned, as Martin's fingers were feeling amazing inside him, and right now he didn't want to have to wait another minute before feeling Martin's dick. "Top drawer in my desk."
Martin was quick to get off the bed and look for it, and he found two condoms hidden underneath a small stack of paper in the corner. Having no time to waste he was putting one on as he moved back to the bed, and Kelly smiled lazily and tugged at his cock.
Jumping back on the bed Martin did it all in one, swift movement; hooking one hand beneath Kelly's knee pushing the leg back, and helping himself to get his dick in. There was a second of fumbling and grunting from Martin's side, then he got it all sorted and could only try to remember how to breathe when he slid into Kelly. For a moment Kelly was stiff, back arched and legs trembling, but as soon as Martin bit down on his bottom lip and started kissing him, he relaxed and rolled his hips into Martin's.
They grunted and moaned every now and then, but mostly Kelly kept the level of noises down, opting to rather breathe hard into the Slovak's mouth. Sometimes he let out a deep groan, voice throaty and deep and reverberating down Martin's spine. It wasn't easy to to keep the rhythm, Martin felt like pushing harder and faster, just take Kelly relentlessly until he came. Fuck, it was so different from having sex with a girl, because even if Kelly wasn't trying to dominate and let Martin take control, he was strong and muscular and he was... involved. Martin had had sex with too many girls who only laid limply beneath him and made high-pitched, weird noises. This was ten million times better.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Martin, right there," Kelly gritted out, hand locked in a steely grip on the Slovak's neck, refusing to let their faces move more than mere inches apart.
The last minute was intense, Martin's whole body working itself empty for power as he desperately tried to repeat his motions again and again. Kelly was jerking himself off quickly, breathing shallow and on top of his lungs, eyes screwed close. "Fu-uck!" the Brit moaned long and deep, his thighs trembling and abs strung tight. No matter if it was a girl or boy, Martin knew the signs and saw it all coming, Kelly's hand stuttering in its furious pace, mouth falling open. Come spurted from his dick to hit his stomach and mess up his hand, and Martin craned his neck until it was painful just to see it all. It took him some time thrusting hard into Kelly before he came as well, with some help from the Brit who clenched around him, moaned and encouraged and touched.
"God, Kells," Martin breathed out, kissing Kelly with flaming passion, so caught up in what they were doing and what feelings it had evoked in him.
His hands were trembling slightly and he fumbled with the condom, Kelly huffing out a quiet laugh when Martin couldn't tie it up on the first try. "Shut up," Martin mumbled, smile working its way onto his face. It was so strange, feeling that comfortable and carefree after sex. It was fair to say he hadn't had much of the relationship-thing going on, ever, and sex to Martin usually involved alcohol, girls with no self-respect and crazy forward behavior, and it was all good while the sex was going on, but afterwards it was often awkward and the feeling you just wanted to get out of there.
"Martin," Kelly's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and Martin fell back on the bed, hand finding Kelly's chest. Immediately Kelly's lips were pressed to his, coaxing and teasing with an occasional dip of tongue and small bites. That didn't do it for Martin, so he manhandled Kelly over and half laid down on top of him, kissing him deeper and slower. It felt like they had all the time in the world, really.
Pulling back Martin fought a smile, and his eyes flickered momentarily up to look at the alarm-clock right next to the bed. Fuck.
"What is it?" Kelly's voice sounded insecure and weak again, and Martin hated that he made it so.
"My sister will be home from football practice soon, and I need to make her dinner," Martin frowned, too distracted to really react when Kelly pressed a kiss to his shoulder and gave him a half smile.
He didn't want to go at all, not because he wanted to cuddle or anything, because he didn't cuddle, but he wanted to just lay in bed a little bit longer and kiss and maybe get five minutes of napping time. Kelly looked so... gorgeous. Relaxed, loose limbs, the tips of his hair curling slightly with sweat. They looked at each other for a few seconds, but when it got too intense Martin turned away and climbed off the bed.
In complete silence Martin got cleaned up and dressed, and all the time he felt Kelly's eyes on him. Before he was going to leave Martin felt conflicted, didn't know if he should just say 'bye' and walk out or actually go over and kiss Kelly. That seemed like a very couple-y thing to do, really-
Kelly's eyes were so hopeful it killed Martin.
"Bye," he said quietly before leaning down and kissing Kelly softly on the lips. "See you at school."
"Yeah," Kelly replied, much too serious expression grazing his face.
*
Martin left Kelly's house with thousands of thoughts making a mess in his mind. Conflicted feelings made him almost cringe, and he doubted they'd go away any time soon. What was this thing with Kelly? When Martin asked if he wanted to hang out it wasn't supposed to be more than that. Or maybe his subconscious had already made plans. But he definitely hadn't planned on what happened, the intensity and intimacy of it all. As soon as they crossed the line and Martin knew they were going to have sex he'd been thrilled, it would be a new experience and Kelly was sexy, but.
He was kinda fucked.
Pairing: Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel, Daniel Agger (mentions of Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: AU. A companion piece to Who has to know? (Agger/Torres), and you will already have met the Martins in part 3. Maybe you should just read that part, so you know a bit about them.
Wordcount: 8,585
Summary: Martin has never really had an impression of Kelly, only knowing him as the scared kid in class, but after he randomly finds something in the boy's room...
+ I don't know how this turned into this, it was supposed to be short... But it isn't. *sigh*
+ First time I've written this pairing, crossed fingers!
+ ... and right now I'm sitting with my brother who is a Chelsea fan and my cousin who is a United fan. Exciting.
Kelly was on his bed, curled up on his side with his back against the wall. Sometimes when he had nothing else to do (which was often), he would lay down on his bed like this and just stare on the furniture in the small room, think about his life and much of a loser he was.
He was easily messed with as he didn't dare to stand up to anyone. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up so scared and quiet, when his sister was so loud and outgoing. Their parents had been sheltering him more than they had with her, but Kelly just thought that was because he was such a scrawny child. When growing up he'd been short, he'd had arms like toothpicks and a voice that no one cared to listen to. Boring, a nobody, a waste of space.
He'd had problems with making friends, always feeling too awkward around the boys who were bigger and louder than him. In his primary school there hadn't been many kids like him, and he'd taken to sit by himself with his back covered and look at the other kids play.
Things didn't really get better when Kelly realized he liked boys.
Now it was simply easier to accept the fact he wouldn't have any friends as he got through school, and that he should wait with even giving an effort until, like, when he started building himself a career. It was just so much easier that way. Luckily his teachers liked him because he always finished his assignments on time, he always did his homework and got excellent grades. Though he had a sneaky suspicion his Geography teacher wanted him to get out of his shell, since he paired him up with that dreadful boy, Skrtel.
Martin Skrtel pretty much summed up everything Kelly was not. He was loud, funny, looked scary and somehow attracted everyone. Girls loved him, something about his bad-boy looks and easy attitude. They talked about him like he was some kind of amazing sex god, and more than once had Kelly blushed furiously as he pretended not to be listening to their conversations. One time he'd been sitting by himself in the hallway, just behind a corner were people usually didn't go. A flock of giggling girls had stopped right by the doorway, out of his sight. But oh, he'd heard them. Apparently, Skrtel was amazing. He wasn't just amazing, he did this thing with his tongue (which had Kelly reddening within seconds), and his fingers, god, his hands!, and Kelly just wanted to shrink into nothing and not hear any more about Skrtel. When the girls eventually moved down the hallway he sat completely quiet in his corner and tried to breathe properly, and desperately tried to figure out how to get rid of his boner.
Martin Skrtel did Kelly's head in. Not that he'd ever made fun of him or done anything towards him, but Kelly couldn't cope with the fact that the Slovak was part of every wet dream he'd had since they started school together. It was like a curse, he was so drawn to the one person who would most likely destroy his face if it came to his knowledge that Kelly was gay and wanted him.
And now, this. The stupid project where they would have to work together. Martin had suggested just not really meeting up at all, just divide the work and put it together at the end, but Kelly was not too excited about the idea. He knew he was a bit anal about schoolwork, but he wanted to keep his perfect grades. In the end it came down to the fact that he just didn't trust Skrtel to do what he was supposed to do. Insulting as it may sound, he just couldn't.
Which was why Martin was coming over in an hour to work on their assignment.
Kelly rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling instead. It stared back, cold and white and boring. Just like him.
An itch in his stomach made him turn again, and he groaned when the images wouldn't let go. He shouldn't have been thinking so much about Skrtel, it always made him horny.
It was a long time ago when Kelly was too uptight and scared to properly touch himself. After a while of being restless and unfocused he started exploring, and holy damn, was internet a wonderful invention. Without it Kelly was pretty sure he wouldn't be as far in his self-discovery as now. At first it had been curious googling, and some of the videos he'd come across downright scared him. All the things the men in the videos did seemed impossible, and it always seemed so raw and painful and one had to be in total control while the other submitted completely.
In the end he'd started to find the type of videos he now sticked to. Kelly wasn't into anything hardcore, didn't have any particular kinks. What he looked for was that passion, and even if he knew it was all faked in porn there were actors who had chemistry and those who did not. To him it was never arousing with one dude just going at the other with no concern and no mercy, Kelly liked when there were small smiles, maybe laughter, a good, fun time.
First he made sure the door was locked, then quickly he got back on the bed. Kelly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, gently started squeezing and pulling a little at his half-hard dick. When he started to get into it he sat up and dragged his clothes off, also the t-shirt. Completely naked he laid down again, spat in his palm and took his dick in his hand. The easy slide of his hand felt amazing, but Kelly had to bite back the noises he wanted to make. He wasn't sure if his sister was home or not, she came and went all the time, so he couldn't take the chance.
When he really started to jerk himself off properly, hips thrusting up into his hand and the feeling of sweat breaking out on his forehead, Kelly moaned softly. If anything, the bedroom was where he could make a little noise, managed to let himself go if only a little. Quickly he spread his legs and started rubbing over his hole, pressing his finger in almost dry, just to feel something. It was so good, there was nothing that could compare. Kelly genuinely liked having something in his ass.
It felt almost wrong to stop the movement of his hand and let go of his dick, but Kelly really, really needed the lube right now. Swiftly he jumped off the bed and opened the top drawer in his desk, digging inside the little, inconspicuous box in the back of it. He threw the lube on the bed before opening his underwear drawer. In the beginning the thing had made him blush just when he looked at it, when he touched it, even used it, but now he was far past caring. So what, he had a dildo. He wasn't getting any, and it provided what he couldn't quite do with his fingers.
After preparing himself thoroughly Kelly slowly pressed the dildo into himself, all while biting his lip and groaning deep in his throat. Every time he fucked himself on it Kelly would think if only he'd soon get to do this for real. Just the mere thought of someone moaning and thrusting into him, a warm, pulsing dick inside him, made him shiver. Kelly fought back the weak whimper that threatened to spill and pulled the dildo almost all the way out before pushing it agonizingly slow back in. The other hand was working his dick in long, quick strokes, he was so eager to get off, and he couldn't really afford to spend too much time, either. Martin was coming over.
Sweat broke out all over his body, he was shaking with the effort of staying quiet and speeding up his movements. There wasn't much of a resistance anymore, the dildo slid in and out without much trouble and Kelly was so, so, so close. Hiking his leg up a bit more he hit that spot that made him trash like a whore for it on the bed, and he went tense and completely still for a moment before he came all over his stomach and hand. All through it he fucked himself hard, desperately to milk ever last drop of pleasure out of the time he had.
*
It was raining.
Sometimes Martin got overly emo and started thinking the universe was together in working against him. First he got paired up with Kelly, the biggest wuss he think he's ever met in his life, and now it was raining.
Fuck his life.
He contemplated on texting Dan and bitch a bit, but dismissed the idea when he realized how much of a girl that would make him. So he manned up and padded his way from the bus stop to Kelly's house. This wasn't Martin's idea, he'd wanted to meet at the library or something, but apparently goodie two-shoes had some chores at home, which meant he couldn't go to the library today.
Martin knocked on the door when he got there, and stood waiting with a mean scowl on his face, hands deep into his jeans pockets. The strap of his messenger bag was digging into his shoulder. Suddenly someone opened the door, and a girl, probably just slightly younger than Martin, appeared.
"Hi," she said, pretty lips turning slightly up in a coy smile, and eyes quickly giving Martin a once-over.
Oh, damn. Girl was hot. And looked a little (who was he kidding, a lot) like Kelly, but that he could overlook when he took her from behin-
"Who are you?" she bit her lower lip slowly.
"Martin. Can I come in? I'm supposed to meet your brother," Martin couldn't help but smirk a little when she didn't really move away from the entrance, and he had to nearly squeeze in.
"Why do you wanna hang out with him? He's so boring," she tilted her head and looked at him again, "we should hang out." Martin knew this girl was probably sixteen or seventeen, but fuck, the tone of her voice was downright dirty.
"Not hanging out with him, homework," Martin rolled his eyes, and she giggled.
A small sting of something made him rethink what he had just said, and he almost felt guilty about it. Here he was in Kelly's hallway talking shit about him with his sister. That was just plain mean. He'd get bad karma.
When had he ever cared about karma?
"Martin!" Kelly's sister yelled, and Martin's attention snapped to her. Oh, right, they shared the same name. "Martin is here!"
Kelly looked a little like an awkwardly over-grown puppy in a too big sweater when he jogged down the stairs, face slightly flushed. There was this feeling you got when you saw him, that he didn't want to be around you, didn't really want to be around anyone. Eyes cast down, shoulders hunched, feet shuffling. Martin wanted to grab a hold of his shoulders and shake him, see if he could provoke a different reaction than retreat and stay quiet. Even if Martin didn't want to go there, he couldn't help but think how much potential Kelly had, if he just opened up to people and started partying and, well, started talking. He wasn't ugly, he was big as fuck with broad shoulders and a muscular body, there was no denying it.
"Hi," Kelly mumbled, talking to the floor, not Martin.
"We should start," Martin sighed. Kelly's face fell, it showed on his entire body that the tone of the Slovak's voice affected him negatively. It came as a shock to Martin, he wasn't used to people taking him that seriously, because usually he always sounded like this.
Kelly just nodded, then half-turned towards the stairs. A conflicted look flashed across his face, and Martin wasn't quite sure whether to be annoyed by his behavior or smile at how endearing it was. Endearing. A word that shouldn't be in his vocabulary, but somehow his brain found fitting to describe Martin Kelly with.
"I have my books in my room," Kelly said quickly, and made a tiny gesture with his hand. It didn't even look like he knew what he was doing. "You..."
"Let's go," Martin stared at the other boy, whose ears turned red.
"Just let mum know you guys are here when she gets home, I'm going out," Kelly's sister said to her brother, who nodded carefully. "I'm gonna let you two be alone," she added right before she walked out the door, the tone of her voice, again, suggestive and dirty, and she winked at her brother who spluttered and flushed.
"She didn't mean that," he mumbled, a scared look dominant in his big eyes as he actually locked eyes with Martin. For a second only, before he cast them down again.
"Whatever, man," the Slovak shrugged, "can we get started?"
Kelly couldn't quite shake the nervous expression off of his face, and frankly, it annoyed Martin. Why couldn't the kid just relax for once, why couldn't he just smile and let his shoulders down? Never, not once in his life, had Martin met someone so cautious of his every move, so uptight. It made him wanna crack that shell and break him down, but not in a bad way. Just make him realize what living was.
Martin followed Kelly up the stairs, and again had to hide a small huff of amusement when the Brit was so obviously embarrassed at his room. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the room, it was an ordinary teenage bedroom with a few posters, CD's on the shelfs and simple colors. A bit boring, maybe, but Martin knew that was just how Kelly was. There was quite a few books too, filling up half of the bookshelf and a few stacks here and there on the floor.
"Just," Kelly made a vague gesture with his hand towards his bed or the desk, Martin wasn't sure, he just shrugged and went to sit down on the bed. Without saying anything else Kelly started flicking through some papers on his desk, but the frustration was quickly evident on his face.
"My notes-" he looked unhappily down at the desk, "I'm gonna go downstairs and see."
Martin only grunted and started pulling out his own notes and his pen, but of course, the pen wasn't working. He tried a few times, but quickly gave up. Kelly probably wouldn't mind, he thought as he got up and sauntered over to the desk. In the top drawer he found no pen, but did find lube. Martin smirked. Everyone had their needs. In the second drawer he found a whole box of pens, and took one.
As he dumped down on the bed again the two pillows propped up against the wall fell over, and something red and... rubbery, poked out at the top. Curious Martin leaned over and grabbed it, and only when he held it in his hand and could see the whole thing did he realize it was a dildo.
A red, big, fucking dildo.
Holy fuck.
No matter how shocked he was, and that it was kinda gross thinking this had been inside someone, Martin just stared at it. Still he held it in his hand and just looked at it, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.
There was a noise at the door, and Martin's attention snapped to Kelly who looked ready to die in the doorway. It seemed like he was in such a state of shock he didn't even blush, he was white as a ghost.
Awkwardly Martin dropped the... thing on the floor and stood up quickly, fighting the blush wanting to break out on his cheeks. He didn't blush, ever. There was just no way, the Slovak thought, that that dildo was Kelly's. Instantly images of the other boy fucking himself on the thing appeared in his mind, and Martin felt so surprised over himself, that he was even capable of conjuring such wild pictures.
"I gotta go," Martin grabbed his things and avoided making eye-contact with Kelly, then rushed by him in the doorway. Their shoulders bumped, and the Brit just let himself be pushed out of the way.
Outside he couldn't get to the bus stop fast enough, and when he was finally there, it felt like ages until the bus came. He needed to get home now, he was too confused, and scared of his own thoughts, to be outside right now. A shower and some food would do him good, make him think about something else. Marína was probably home from school too, he could help her with her homework.
*
Kelly sighed deeply and dumped down on his bed, but not before he carefully hid the toy. Never again would he be that careless, he should've know something would happen. The one time he didn't put it far back in a drawer or in his closet someone happened to be in his room and happened to find it. People were never in his room, it usually wasn't a problem. He had just been stressed, after he'd finished jerking off earlier it hadn't been that long until Martin was coming over, and he needed to take a shower. So he ended up cleaning off and just throwing it behind some pillows. Good choice, he thought bitterly. Now everyone would know he liked to fuck himself with a god damn dildo. No way Martin was going to shut up about this, it was too good of a story. Just maybe, Kelly hoped, just maybe Martin was too embarrassed to mention it to anyone. But Martin wasn't know for being quiet about anything. He didn't get embarrassed.
Swallowing back the lump of fear in his throat Kelly changed into pajamas and went to bed, no matter if it was only six in the evening.
*
Martin didn't know what to do. Neither his mother nor Marína had been home when he got there, so he'd locked himself in and tried to start on the assignment. Only it just reminded him of Kelly. How was he supposed to ever work alone with the guy again when all he could think of was him using a toy like that? It was burned in his mind. Martin had seen guys fucking before, because Dan had a weird taste in porn and got off on bisexual threesomes even if he was straight, but Martin never given it much thought. It surely hadn't turned him on, had it? He'd gotten hard from watching it sometimes, but just when one of the guys fucked the girl, not when the guys were sucking each other off or fucked... He was pretty sure he hadn't.
In the end Martin gave up and texted Dan.
Me: dude i think kellys a fag
Agger, Dan: what?
Me: i was at his place and he had a dildo
Maybe not the best approach, as the answer he got back was clearly amused.
Agger, Dan: oh martin is thre something your not telling me? -.^ howd u know hes got a dildo?
Me: fuck u! not like that, i found it. randomly
Agger, Dan: what u do wit it? -.^
Me: fuck dan! it was akwakrd, i got out of there
Agger, Dan: dude
Me: what
Agger, Dan: thats mean. kellys prob scared shitless now
Me: why?
Agger, Dan: cus he thinks ur gonna tell evryone
Me: whyd i do that?
Agger, Dan: cus your a douche?
Martin threw his phone on the floor and stared up into the ceiling. Of course he wasn't planning on telling everyone, why would he do that? If Kelly liked that... it was his decision, Martin wasn't going to make his life miserable by telling the entire school. He could only imagine if someone did that to him, how fucking horrible would it be. No, he wasn't telling anyone. Except Dan, but Dan wasn't going to tell anyone either. The guy was straight as an arrow, but he wasn't a homophobe or a bully.
When Martin finally fell asleep that night he was confused, but also curious. No matter how much it alienated him he couldn't fight the curiosity, what the hell it would feel like to shove something that big into your ass. He could understand how it was enjoyable to someone, but when he started thinking about ever doing it himself... no way.
*
Since his hours of sleep had been limited, Martin wasn't in a very good mood the next morning. It didn't get better when Dan was grinning at him like a madman from class one, and kept bugging him every free minute they had. It wasn't worse than the knot in his stomach though, which had formed at the thought of having World History with Kelly later. Dan wasn't in that class, and it was sure to get awkward.
"How big was it?" Dan smirked when they sat outside in the summer sunshine having lunch, and started chuckling when Martin choked on his sandwich.
"Dan, I already told you, I'm not talking about this!" the Slovak glared disapprovingly at his best friend before continuing to chew on his food.
"Come on," Dan grinned, "pretend you're not even slightly interested!"
"Interested?" Martin just managed to keep his voice down, "interested? Fuck you!"
"Dude, I don't judge. Don't tell me you didn't think about it afterwards," the Dane winked and nudged Martin with his shoulder.
"Dan, I'm not gay!"
"I didn't say you were, chill!" Dan put his hands up and looked at Martin with earnest. "But seriously, I just wanna know."
Suddenly the conversation had taken a serious road the Slovak did not want to walk. He didn't know why Dan had taken such an interest in knowing his inner feelings, but he didn't like it. When had Dan changed, anyway? Before he'd been just as opposed to talking about feelings as Martin, and surely had never talked about... gays and dildos the way he did now. And with such ease?
"If you're asking whether I thought about sticking that thing up my ass afterwards, then fine, I'll give you an answer. No! I didn't. The fuck does it mean to you?" Martin spat.
Dan frowned slightly, voice calm, "woah, sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Martin. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Shut up," Martin regretted his words already, didn't really know what had made him yell at his friend like that. He supported his chin in his hands and stared out at the other students lounging around on the grass and the asphalt. "Dude, I don't know what to make of it. I just feel awkward around him. How am I supposed to act casual when we work on the assignment. I know he's shoving that thing up his ass!"
"You don't have to make it sound so bad," Dan muttered, and Martin cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Martin waited patiently, as the expression on Dan's face had changed from teasing to nearly pained. There was something on his mind, Martin knew the boy inside out.
Martin took a deep breath and sighed, "since we're having a touchy-feely moment already, tell me. What's bugging you, man?"
"Nothing," Dan shrugged rather unconvincingly, and the Slovak rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to push Dan for info when the boy wasn't going to tell him right away.
*
Kelly didn't glance in his direction once.
Didn't turn in his chair or even flick a look sideways.
For the tenth time the teacher called out Martin's name and he jerked in his chair, he'd spaced out again. All on his mind was Kelly, because he still found it so... weird. Now that he saw the other boy in person it was even stranger, Martin took in his normal stance; the hunched shoulders, the downcast eyes, the nervous tapping of fingers against the desk. His attention was on the teacher and the teacher only, because he was a good student like that. To everyone else he seemed so quiet and normal and nerdy, but Martin knew what he got up to alone in bed. He knew what Kelly was doing when he got off, he knew, and it bugged him to no end. Not because it disgusted him... quite the contrary.
*
That evening Martin received an e-mail from Kelly, saying in very few, impersonal words that he had finished his part of the project, and with the e-mail followed the file containing all of it. Martin stared at it for a long time. It was obvious that the Brit didn't want to have to face him again if possible, no matter if they were in the same class or not and were bound to.
Feeling confused and a little rejected, for some strange reason, Martin grabbed a thin jacket and headed out of his house, walking down the street towards Daniel's house. Even if he felt like a total girl he needed to talk to Dan, he was the only person he could possibly confide in. No matter how out of character this was for him, Martin needed to air his thoughts on Kelly. How yesterday he'd started thinking about Kelly and the dildo and had grown hard. It was going to be awkward and painful for him to utter the words, but Dan would at least not laugh at him. He hoped.
They didn't live far from each other, and soon Martin was on Dan's doorstep. Quickly he rung the doorbell, and stood quietly waiting with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. It was all too new and weird, and over and over again Martin was questioning how smart it would be to tell his best friend about this thoughts. But, if he should tell someone, it would be Dan, and he knew it was important to talk about stuff like this. No matter how girly it was.
The door was opened and Martin snapped his head up, a small smile making its way to his face when he saw Dan's mum. She smiled at him and invited him inside, told him Dan was upstairs in his room with his friend. Martin frowned a little at her words, started wondering who Dan was hanging out with. Probably one of the guys.
What he didn't expect was for the door to be shut and no sounds filtering out. Usually there would be yelling and the noise of FIFA or Grand Theft Auto, but now there was nothing. Feeling unsure Martin knocked on the door, and if he heard right, there was a surprised gasp and the rustling of fabric. Now frowning Martin stood waiting for Dan to open the door, he wasn't going to burst in if something shady was going on in there.
Maybe a minute passed while Martin was just standing in the hallway, but then the door opened halfway and Dan appeared, blocking the sight in. His hair was standing in all directions, his cheeks were flushed and he was shirtless. Martin didn't want to look, but he was pretty sure Dan was going to have a hard-on if he did.
"Aw, dude," Martin wrinkled his nose, "were you jerking off?"
"No!" Dan 's voice cracked, and the Slovak cocked an eyebrow.
Suddenly Martin remembered, "your mum said someone was here with you!" Dan's eyes widened, mouth falling slightly open. Then he closed it again and looked down, "it's not what it looks like."
Martin could hear someone huff out a humorless laugh inside the room. "Not what it looks like... Fuck you."
The Slovak's eyebrows were ready to disappear up past his scalp, because the voice from inside Dan's room was most definitely male, and sounded not too happy. This was not just a mate, this was... fuck, Dan was getting it on with a dude?
"Can you just wait downstairs for five minutes?" Dan begged, and Martin nodded. Without saying anything else he turned and walked back down into the living-room, where he dumped down on the couch.
It wasn't as much five minutes as fifteen, but the Slovak waited patiently. The sound of someone jogging down the stairs got his attention, and Martin just caught the sight of a boy walking quickly past the living-room towards the door. It was too fleeting for Martin to see who he was, but then Dan came running past as well, and he heard, "Nando-"
Martin's mind went into overdrive. There was only one person that could be. Dan had been getting it on with Fernando Torres? So... strange, the Slovak frowned. Never had he heard a nice word about that boy coming from Dan's mouth, and now they were having sex or something? Deciding he'd rather hear Dan's story than trying to figure it out himself, Martin sat quietly until Dan appeared in the doorway.
"Wanna go upstairs?" the Dane asked.
"Sure."
They sat in complete silence for five minutes before Dan looked up from his hands. Martin only sat there, waited patiently for his friend to talk. It wasn't like Dan to be this quiet, so unsure of himself and his words. Before the Dane had been a legend in his own mind, and he would talk without hesitation.
"I..." Dan began, hands twitching in his lap, "I'm not gay."
"I'm not judging," Martin stated quietly.
"But-" Dan shrugged half-heartedly, "I've kinda been feeling something for Fernando. I don't know how it started, but it just did."
"You didn't use to like him that much," the Slovak said, and Dan nodded.
"I know. But... you remember that trip to the woods? P.E. thing?"
The Slovak nodded.
"I caught him-" Dan looked a little uncomfortable and made a movement with his hand, and Martin couldn't help but break into a slight grin, "and... that night he kinda, uhm, jerked me off. And we kissed."
Only now did Dan look up and made eye-contact with Martin, who was still grinning slightly. When it became clear to the Dane there wouldn't be any hate or insults, he relaxed slightly and even smiled a little.
"We've been hooking up for some time now," Dan finished, eyes flicking down every other second.
"I'm fine with it, really," Martin shrugged. "You should know me that well by now, yeah?" He smiled encouragingly.
"He's so mad at me now," Dan frowned, looking unhappier by the second, "I don't know what to do, I think he's been getting feelings for me, like... like he wants us to be together or something."
*
In the end Martin ended up going home without telling Dan about his thoughts, and was left more confused than ever. It had seemed that the Dane was too caught up in his pain and misery to be of any help anyways, so Martin left him with a hearty pat on the back and a smile. Much else he couldn't offer.
*
Over the next week it became apparent to everyone, even if Kelly usually stayed away from most people, that he was especially avoiding Martin Skrtel.
"Dude, people are like, noticing that you guys are," Dan made a pouty face and knocked his knuckles together.
"I don't care," Martin muttered. "There's nothing for us to talk about. We're not working together anymore. Assignment over."
"You still found his dildo..." Dan tried to hold back the smile, but he couldn't.
The Slovak rested his forehead on his folded arms, the teacher paying no attention to him not paying attention. "Fuck off, man."
*
It was a complete coincidence that Martin and Kelly ran into each other at the local store. Right next to the endless row of cereals Kelly almost jogged into the Slovak, and Martin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Again he noticed how tall and broad Kelly was.
"Where's the fire?" Martin cocked an eyebrow at Kelly who blushed. Not the first time.
"Sorry," the Brit looked down, shifting his weight awkwardly. All of a sudden he spoke again, voice weirdly steady for being Kelly, "thanks for not telling anyone."
"I wouldn't do that," Martin frowned, feeling slightly upset that Kelly would think that about him.
"I know now. Thanks," the kid repeated, even smiling a little.
For a moment Martin's stomach flared with something warm and pleasant. It was the feeling of curious attraction, a small part of Martin wanted to smile warmly back and fleetingly touch Kelly's arm with his fingertips, just to have a memory of his skin. Martin dared to believe he hadn't felt this in a long, long time, and another part of him desperately wanted to jump on the chance.
"Do you wanna hang out some time?"
Kelly looked surprised.
Martin felt surprised. Where had those words come from?
"... okay."
*
It was awkward, to say it the least. Martin didn't know what to say, and Kelly was quiet by nature. Maybe it was all in his head. It didn't really seem like the Brit was that affected by the silence, it was more like he was so used to it he barely took notice. When Martin glanced over it actually looked like Kelly was quite enjoying himself, he was relaxed in a way the Slovak had never seen him, a small smile on his lips and eyes were trained on the TV.
Strange boy.
Martin couldn't remember how his hand had ended up on Kelly's thigh, but it did, and Kelly didn't move. Of course it just made Martin want to push his luck a bit further, even if he had no idea what possessed him to do so.
Kelly turned his head towards the other boy, eyes almost shy, but there was something else in them too. A permission to take it along, a question for more. Cracking a nervous smile Martin leaned in, but stopped and hesitated before their lips touched. Gently the Brit put a hand on Martin's cheek and pulled him the last distance, pressed their lips together as softly as possible.
The need to be in control and set the pace made itself known to Martin, but he was a little afraid of what Kelly might have to say about it. Wordlessly he began pushing a bit, kissed the Brit deeper and opened his mouth more to him. A soft puff of air caressed his lips just as he pulled back a little, and instead of continuing the kiss Martin drew back a bit further. Kelly was smiling. They just looked at each other for a few long seconds, then Kelly sat back on the couch, eyes again finding the TV.
Martin stared, didn't even hide it. Like nothing had happened the Brit was engaged in the movie, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips every time a joke was uttered, and his hands were relaxed and in his own lap. Martin still stared. How could he be so casual about it? Acting like it was no big deal at all, not giving him an extra thought. They'd kissed, it was...
...it was just a kiss. Kelly probably didn't think more of it than just a kiss.
Martin didn't want it to be 'just a kiss'.
He cleared his throat, caught Kelly's attention.
The Brit was looking expectantly at him, but no words would come out. So instead Martin did the only thing he could think of, and that was slipping a hand around Kelly's neck and kiss him. There was no complaints as Martin pushed the other boy back on the couch, and he felt a surge of confidence. Obviously Kelly wanted it, or else he'd never let him. A tiny groan formed at the back of his throat when Kelly wiggled a hand underneath his sweater.
Where did the shy, awkward and scared boy Martin knew from class go?
"You know, I'm bigger than that dildo of yours."
Kelly's eyes snapped open, and the Slovak felt like he should be slightly embarrassed for what he'd said, but he wasn't. They kept quiet, neither said anything, but Martin knew it was all good when Kelly broke into a grin.
*
Soon Martin was completely on top of Kelly, resting almost his entire weight down on him. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the good kind of heavy, and he couldn't help but rock his hips slightly against Kelly. Again Kelly huffed out a small chuckle, but it quickly turned into a breathy moan. The Brit squirmed underneath Martin's weight, and after a short struggle managed to hook his leg around Martin's thighs. Their kissing was growing harder and hotter each second, deep and long and wet. Martin pulled back for a moment before he nipped at Kelly's lip, bit down on it and sucked gently. Again he was surprised at Kelly's eagerness, how easily he arched and moulded against him and let out all these noises that went straight to Martin's dick.
"I think maybe my family will be home soon," Kelly mumbled when the Slovak moved to kiss at his jaw and neck. Martin stopped, caught Kelly's eye. "I didn't say we can't take it further, but..."
Martin smirked.
For a second the insecure Kelly Martin knew so well came back out, and the Brit stuttered on the first word, "y-you... uh, wanna go to my room?"
"Before your folks get home," Martin grinned.
"Yeah," Kelly was blushing a little, and Martin couldn't help but find it absolutely endearing. Again, the word intruded where it didn't belong, meaning his vocabulary, but... he couldn't help it.
It was hard to make his body move, because he was very comfortable just were he was. Kelly got to his feet quickly, headed towards the stairs without hesitation. Still standing by the couch Martin watched the tall figure move; broad shoulders, big hands, long, muscular legs... Damn. Really, if only Kelly had started socializing a bit more, he could've gotten anyone, everyone. God, he was sexy. Martin didn't know why he hadn't been with boys before. He'd always been a bit alternative, but somehow he had always ended up with girls. Especially now he regretted not taking earlier chances he probably had had if he'd only looked for it.
Shaking it off Martin followed Kelly upstairs. No more time to think, only time to do.
*
It took them almost half an hour to get out of their clothes. Just because Martin wanted to take it that slow, Kelly was actually getting a little impatient. It was a different situation entirely, taking off the other person's t-shirt to find a flat chest and stomach. A stomach with defined, firm muscles and a light hair trailing down into rough jeans. When Martin popped the button and pulled down the zipper of those jeans, he couldn't help but stop to skim his fingers across the bulge that revealed itself. How strange, feeling another dick underneath his fingers, feel the warmth and steady growth from soft to hard. Feel it swell and gain size all while he ran his fingers up and down. Hear and feel breathy moans and soft noises brush his cheek as he explored and undressed. Sometimes he moaned too, when Kelly kissed his cheek or mouthed at his jaw, bit and nipped at his earlobe. By now he was fully hard himself, but Kelly wasn't touching him.
"What are we going to do?" Martin murmured, bringing a hand up to cup the Brit's face. Kelly smiled slightly, eyes fluttering shut as Martin kissed him, their tongues playing lazily for a moment. Drawing back the Slovak grinned, traced Kelly's bottom lip with his thumb. The air in the room suddenly thickened when Kelly tilted his head and sucked Martin's thumb into his mouth.
Releasing Martin's thumb Kelly whispered, "do you want to..." he hesitated for a split second, ears turning red, "can you fuck me? I've never done it with someone else before, but... do you want to?"
Martin had to bite down on his lip to hold back the smirk, and instead pressed his mouth to Kelly's, kissed him hard and relentlessly until the Brit grabbed a hold of his hips and dragged them together. They were only in their underwear, not that it really did anything but create a thin, annoying barrier. Martin could feel everything, felt insane sparks of arousal at the push of another dick against his. Fuck, it was killing him, the wild heat in his groin and Kelly's moans into his mouth.
"I wanna fuck you," Martin breathed in between the heavy kisses, relishing the way Kelly's knees seemingly buckled underneath him. "Fuck, Kells, I want you."
Kelly put a hand on Martin's chest and put an arms length between them. He never stopped smiling, never as he rid himself of his underwear and stood waiting for Martin to do the same. "Come on," Kelly tilted his head and let his eyes drop to Martin's crotch.
Dirty.
Martin liked it.
So he dropped his boxers and waited for Kelly to come back.
*
It was way too hot in the room, Martin thought for a fleeting moment, but he was soon too occupied with jerking off to think any rational thoughts. Kelly half sat, half leaned against the headboard of his bed, legs spread and hand working quickly on his cock. They weren't touching apart from Martin's right foot resting against Kelly's left calf. Even if this wasn't Martin's first choice (he'd rather be on top of the Brit with his hands on him), but Kelly had pointed at the foot of the bed and asked him to sit. Said he wanted to see him first. Again the boy surprised Martin in a very, very good way.
Something hit Martin.
The memory of a red toy came to his mind. A toy which he'd made a comment about earlier that evening.
"Kells?"
"Hm?" Kelly hummed, eyelids heavy. When he was in this state it was clear much of his awkwardness and fright disappeared. Like when he finally had Martin's approval and knew there was a mutual attraction, he wasn't afraid to let himself go and enjoy himself. And it was hot.
"I wanna watch you fuck yourself with the dildo," Martin said, and watched closely for a negative reaction. Kelly's hand stilled on his dick, and his eyes shot open again, but there was not a rejection in them or in his body language. He just looked slightly hesitant, like he couldn't really believe Martin would want to watch something like that. "It would be so sexy. Please?"
Kelly nodded slowly. "Sit tight," he breathed out just before he jumped off of the bed and started digging through two different drawers to get lube and the toy.
Martin couldn't keep his eyes off of him.
Couldn't stop watching as he added more fingers, stretched himself, moaned low in his throat. Watched as Kelly spread his legs a little bit more and the muscles in his stomach and thighs quivered with anticipation and pent up arousal. Martin didn't even know he'd been holding his breath until he became almost dizzy. Breathing was overrated.
"Fuck..." Martin whispered as Kelly rubbed the head of the toy up and down his crack, both that and the skin shiny with lube. Gently the tip was pressed against the tight hole, and Martin sucked in a deep breath when the muscles gave way and the toy slid slowly inside. For a moment his eyes flicked up to take in Kelly's face, and again Martin's breathing wouldn't come regularly. Pure abandonment and want was etched into Kelly's features, eyes tightly shut and mouth loose and open.
Kelly's hand started gaining speed, the toy sliding in and out with such ease, telling Martin the Brit had done this countless times before.
"Martin," Kelly breathed, opening his eyes halfway to catch his attention. "Come here."
Suddenly he felt nervous, but shook it off quickly. He'd had sex before, jesus, it wasn't that different.
Martin's eyes zoomed in on the toy disappearing inside Kelly with each push, and couldn't help but groan when the boy pulled it completely out with a wet sound and threw it on the bed. Before Kelly could do or say anything Martin had crawled over to him and curiously rubbed two fingers over the hole. When he pushed them in there was no resistance, it felt slick and warm and Martin leaned down to mouth Kelly's stomach.
"Martin," Kelly said again, voice sounding a bit needy and high-pitched. He drew his knees up a bit, one hand reaching out to tug at the Slovak's upper arm.
"Wait," Martin said, just about to get his dick in, cursing himself, "condom."
"Fuck," the Brit part sighed, part moaned, as Martin's fingers were feeling amazing inside him, and right now he didn't want to have to wait another minute before feeling Martin's dick. "Top drawer in my desk."
Martin was quick to get off the bed and look for it, and he found two condoms hidden underneath a small stack of paper in the corner. Having no time to waste he was putting one on as he moved back to the bed, and Kelly smiled lazily and tugged at his cock.
Jumping back on the bed Martin did it all in one, swift movement; hooking one hand beneath Kelly's knee pushing the leg back, and helping himself to get his dick in. There was a second of fumbling and grunting from Martin's side, then he got it all sorted and could only try to remember how to breathe when he slid into Kelly. For a moment Kelly was stiff, back arched and legs trembling, but as soon as Martin bit down on his bottom lip and started kissing him, he relaxed and rolled his hips into Martin's.
They grunted and moaned every now and then, but mostly Kelly kept the level of noises down, opting to rather breathe hard into the Slovak's mouth. Sometimes he let out a deep groan, voice throaty and deep and reverberating down Martin's spine. It wasn't easy to to keep the rhythm, Martin felt like pushing harder and faster, just take Kelly relentlessly until he came. Fuck, it was so different from having sex with a girl, because even if Kelly wasn't trying to dominate and let Martin take control, he was strong and muscular and he was... involved. Martin had had sex with too many girls who only laid limply beneath him and made high-pitched, weird noises. This was ten million times better.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Martin, right there," Kelly gritted out, hand locked in a steely grip on the Slovak's neck, refusing to let their faces move more than mere inches apart.
The last minute was intense, Martin's whole body working itself empty for power as he desperately tried to repeat his motions again and again. Kelly was jerking himself off quickly, breathing shallow and on top of his lungs, eyes screwed close. "Fu-uck!" the Brit moaned long and deep, his thighs trembling and abs strung tight. No matter if it was a girl or boy, Martin knew the signs and saw it all coming, Kelly's hand stuttering in its furious pace, mouth falling open. Come spurted from his dick to hit his stomach and mess up his hand, and Martin craned his neck until it was painful just to see it all. It took him some time thrusting hard into Kelly before he came as well, with some help from the Brit who clenched around him, moaned and encouraged and touched.
"God, Kells," Martin breathed out, kissing Kelly with flaming passion, so caught up in what they were doing and what feelings it had evoked in him.
His hands were trembling slightly and he fumbled with the condom, Kelly huffing out a quiet laugh when Martin couldn't tie it up on the first try. "Shut up," Martin mumbled, smile working its way onto his face. It was so strange, feeling that comfortable and carefree after sex. It was fair to say he hadn't had much of the relationship-thing going on, ever, and sex to Martin usually involved alcohol, girls with no self-respect and crazy forward behavior, and it was all good while the sex was going on, but afterwards it was often awkward and the feeling you just wanted to get out of there.
"Martin," Kelly's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and Martin fell back on the bed, hand finding Kelly's chest. Immediately Kelly's lips were pressed to his, coaxing and teasing with an occasional dip of tongue and small bites. That didn't do it for Martin, so he manhandled Kelly over and half laid down on top of him, kissing him deeper and slower. It felt like they had all the time in the world, really.
Pulling back Martin fought a smile, and his eyes flickered momentarily up to look at the alarm-clock right next to the bed. Fuck.
"What is it?" Kelly's voice sounded insecure and weak again, and Martin hated that he made it so.
"My sister will be home from football practice soon, and I need to make her dinner," Martin frowned, too distracted to really react when Kelly pressed a kiss to his shoulder and gave him a half smile.
He didn't want to go at all, not because he wanted to cuddle or anything, because he didn't cuddle, but he wanted to just lay in bed a little bit longer and kiss and maybe get five minutes of napping time. Kelly looked so... gorgeous. Relaxed, loose limbs, the tips of his hair curling slightly with sweat. They looked at each other for a few seconds, but when it got too intense Martin turned away and climbed off the bed.
In complete silence Martin got cleaned up and dressed, and all the time he felt Kelly's eyes on him. Before he was going to leave Martin felt conflicted, didn't know if he should just say 'bye' and walk out or actually go over and kiss Kelly. That seemed like a very couple-y thing to do, really-
Kelly's eyes were so hopeful it killed Martin.
"Bye," he said quietly before leaning down and kissing Kelly softly on the lips. "See you at school."
"Yeah," Kelly replied, much too serious expression grazing his face.
*
Martin left Kelly's house with thousands of thoughts making a mess in his mind. Conflicted feelings made him almost cringe, and he doubted they'd go away any time soon. What was this thing with Kelly? When Martin asked if he wanted to hang out it wasn't supposed to be more than that. Or maybe his subconscious had already made plans. But he definitely hadn't planned on what happened, the intensity and intimacy of it all. As soon as they crossed the line and Martin knew they were going to have sex he'd been thrilled, it would be a new experience and Kelly was sexy, but.
He was kinda fucked.