But There You Go
Title: But There You Go
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is all just a work of fiction!
Author's Note: Teenage!AU. Big surprise.
Summary: Dan never planned on falling in love during summer.
Wordcount: 1,991
+ Me and my fucking timing. littlesumo told me it was okay, so posting. I'm still annoyed with myself though. How unoriginal I am. Whatever :-( Her fic was so hot and cute!
+ Just wrote this because I miss those weeks I spent in Brighton last summer. And when I think of Brighton I always think of The Kooks. And I love The Kooks :-) Song is "Seaside".
~ ~ ~
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
~ ~ ~
Dan brushed a hand across the boy's forehead, smiled sadly when the wind instantly ruffled the bleached straws of hair back in his eyes. They sat huddled close together, a thin blanket draped across their laps. It wasn't cold yet, but Dan just wanted to come up with any excuse to sit nearer to Fernando.
"This summer has been amazing," the Spaniard mumbled, eyes half closed as he watched the waves roll lazily against the shore. Far to their right the pier was lit and full of people enjoying themselves. There was no one close to them.
"Yeah," Dan replied quietly, swallowing the sad lump in his throat.
He never meant to fall in love.
"Can I join you?"
Dan and Johnny looked up, Dan momentarily freezing as he took in the boy standing before them. Flat, freckled chest and stomach, curvy ass oh-so-evident in his navy trunks. Bleached locks that kept falling into the boy's big, brown eyes, but he didn't try to push them back. Dan wanted to reach out and do it.
"Of course," Johnny grinned. "Here on vacation, huh?"
"Yes," the boy replied with a smile, accent dominant even in such a short word. Spanish, Dan recognized.
"Fernando."
"Johnny."
They shook hands.
Dan was still staring.
"Dude," Johnny bumped him with his shoulder.
He couldn't quite remember what to do, but he felt like a complete idiot. His brain kicked in, 'manners, hand, say something'... "Nice to meet you," Dan stuttered out, grabbing Fernando's hand and shaking it firmly.
There was a short pause, Johnny looking amused and Fernando looking like he waited for something.
"And your name is...?"
"Oh!" Dan was momentarily out of it (again), before he slapped himself mentally and gave the friendliest smile he could muster without seeming creepy. "Daniel. Dan."
"Dan. Nice to meet you too."
Not here on the seaside in Brighton, the place that had always housed him, had enveloped him and protected him. So many memories from all over the city, the skatepark, where he'd spend every afternoon after school with his friends, getting bruised and battered. The band t-shirt store on North Street where he got new shirts whenever he ripped his old ones. Hectors House on Grand Parade with their cheap drinks and sticky floors, kind of a hole, but the staff was always smiling and there were good, young bands playing. Angelic Hell on north Road where he'd spent too many hours sweating and cursing himself through the long process of getting tattooed. They always laughed good-heartedly at him, called him a wuss when he spat and roared.
"You've got so many tattoos," Fernando commented as they sat down to take a break, though some of the other guys still fought out on the grass, ball flying in every direction.
"Yeah," Dan smiled, taking a long swig of his water before handing it to Fernando. At first the Spaniard only held it, calculating the risks, Dan chuckled inside his own head, but then tipped it up and drank carefully. A stray droplet trickled down his chin, and Dan reached out and wiped it away with his thumb before he knew what he was doing.
Fernando stopped drinking and lowered the bottle slowly, eyes finding Dan's. They were both silent.
Then Fernando smiled, turned his face away and continued watching the other guys playing football.
Dan couldn't help but grin. Oh. So there was a chance.
This summer was supposed to be just like any other summer, filled with long evenings out in the sun. Days at the beach with lukewarm beer and snacks, surrounded by his friends. Hanging out at the pier starting cotton candy wars, those times when they all ended up sticky and gross and laughing. Parties at houses no one knew who owned, they would run in the streets and yell and get yelled at. Mrs. Johnson at the corner would poke her head out and tell them to go home and be quiet.
"You wanna join us at a party tonight?" Dan grinned, after the fourth day of football in the park. They hadn't exchanged numbers or anything, but Fernando had come to the park at the same time every day, and it wasn't like Dan and the guys had anything better to do than relax all day. So, the park became a daily activity.
"Sure," Fernando smiled, eyes closed as he soaked in the sparkling sun. There was a bit more of a tan bronzing his fair skin, and Dan couldn't help but stare a little. Fernando cracked his eyes open and caught him, but instead of turning away Dan smiled. Got a wider smile back.
They kissed for the first time that night.
There had been a few beers and some wine and some mixed drinks, but Dan was pretty clear with what he wanted. They were out in Greg's huge garden, music thumping loudly from outdoor speakers. People were all around them, dancing, laughing, singing along with the same old songs.
Fernando had draped an arm around Dan's shoulders and the Dane had put a hand on Fernando's hip, and all of a sudden the air changed, thickened, almost. There was an initial awkwardness, but as soon as Dan tilted his head slightly, lips parted just on the right side of inviting, it disappeared. Their lips had met tentatively, curiously testing the waters before engaging more and giving into the feeling. Slowly but surely they moved to press against each other, hips resting together and Dan's hand warm and steady on Fernando's cheek.
The summer air was warm and pleasant, and even at night it wasn't too dark. Velvet, dark blue skies above them, green grass underneath their feet. Cheesy as it may have been, Dan had loved the way the stars seemed to shine just a little bit brighter that night.
It wasn't supposed to feel like this. Wasn't supposed to hurt, damn it.
Dan was distracted by Fernando leaning his head on his shoulder, eyes flicking up to look at him. Looking back Dan waited for the other boy to say something.
"Thanks for showing me around," Fernando said. The tone of his voice was painfully honest, and Dan couldn't believe how casual he was being. Wasn't he hurting too? Wasn't he feeling a tear in his heart at the thought that they'd have to leave each other tomorrow and probably never see each other again?
"No problem," he mumbled.
"Don't do this," Fernando lifted his head up and frowned at Dan, voice so low the Dane had nearly missed his words. Nearly.
"I'm not doing anything," Dan shrugged, but winced inside at how pathetic he sounded.
"This was only a summer-thing, no?"
Again, the open, honest, straight-forward words cut right into Dan's heart.
"Of course."
The first time they had sex it had been started in a fit of laughter, and they were really only supposed to go inside to get something cold to drink. Inside Dan's house Fernando had leaned against the kitchen counter, little smirk playing on his lips. Dan walked over and pressed his hips just against Fernando's, only so he could reach up behind him into the cupboard. Lips started kissing his neck, hands slid down his stomach to fumble with the knot on his trunks.
"Eager, much?"
"Come on, don't pretend," Fernando huffed amusedly against his neck, "you're not exactly subtle."
"Less talking, there's other things you can do with that mouth," Dan murmured, grinning when Fernando punched him lightly in the stomach without stopping the undoing of the Dane's shorts.
They moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, where Fernando teased Dan about the countless posters grazing his walls, but he wasn't even slightly offended. Couldn't bring himself to when the Spaniard palmed his dick and moaned softly against his lips.
It had been absolutely amazing, Fernando was keen and noisy, one of Dan's favorite combinations. The room had been too hot, the sun beating down on half the bed from through the window, and they were both sweating. Fernando was on top of Dan, riding him with earnest eagerness, mouth half open and closed eyes.
Just when Dan had grabbed the boy's hips and started thrusting harder into him, Fernando fought against the movement and leaned down to bite Dan's nipple. Dan let out a pained noise, but it came out more as a moan.
"What?" Dan complained, but let Fernando get off him. It was something very satisfying in seeing his dick slip out of Fernando and hear the breathy groan the Spaniard made as it did.
Flopping onto his back right next to Dan Fernando slapped his palm down on Dan's stomach and made an impatient noise. "Come on, fuck me."
A slight grin curled Dan's lips as he got up on all fours and crawled over Fernando, pushing his dick in as quick as possible. They moaned and grunted and Fernando kept demanding Dan to go quicker, harder, fuck him senseless.
He was exhausted when it was all over.
Dan was half asleep and Fernando nuzzled his neck and made himself comfortable. Smiling Dan curled and arm around the boy's waist and pulled him closer, too happy and satisfied to care how sweaty they were.
"Get some sleep now," Fernando murmured and kissed Dan's neck carefully, "because we're doing this again later."
There was stale silence, then Fernando opened his mouth again. "I'll miss you," Fernando smiled a little, nudged the Dane with his shoulder.
Fucking hell. Did he have to make it so difficult?
"Dan."
Dan pointedly gazed out on the sea.
"Danny."
"What?" Dan said dismissively, refusing to look at the other boy. He knew he wasn't being fair, knew Fernando didn't deserve his attitude at all. Of course Fernando was right, this was just supposed to be a physical, fun time.
"Will you look at me?" the Spaniard pleaded gently.
Their eyes locked, Fernando's slightly confused; Dan's empty.
Neither found the words, and just as Fernando was about to turn away the Dane brought a hand up and kept his face turned against him. When Fernando didn't say or do anything, Dan leaned closer and brushed his lips against his. They kissed slowly at first, but Dan started pushing it, sucked at Fernando's lip and forced him to part his lips. Fernando let himself be pressed back, didn't say anything as the Dane laid half down on top of him and sneaked a hand underneath his shirt.
~ ~ ~
I'm just trying to love you,
in any kind of way
But I find it hard to love you, girl (boy)
when you're far away
~ ~ ~
It was colder now, and Fernando nestled himself in Dan's embrace. Even if Dan obviously had wanted to take it further, Fernando had carefully pushed his hand away when it became too intimate for a public beach.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?" Dan asked quietly.
"Plane leaves at half past ten," Fernando mumbled, cheek pressed to Dan's chest.
~ ~ ~
But I fell in love on the seaside
On the seaside
~ ~ ~
Dan cried for the first time in months the next evening. Finally it hit him, after not seeing Fernando that day, that they would never meet again. It was supposed to be a summer flirt, but he'd fallen so quickly, and fallen so hard.
It felt like a little bit of his heart had gone with Fernando back to Spain.
That night Dan stared aimlessly up at the stars, thought about the summer that had come and gone in a blurry mixture of day and night, sun and rain, quiet evenings with Fernando in the park and wild, loud parties. Mind-blowing, hard sex and slow, passionate sex.
Fucking hell.
There would never be a summer quite like this, Dan knew that.
And though it hurt, hurt so bad right now, he knew he'd never regret it. No matter how fleeting one summer is, the memory of Fernando would always remain, and Dan knew he'd never regret what they'd done together. If that was what he could have he'd take it, and if he was asked; he'd do it all over again.
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is all just a work of fiction!
Author's Note: Teenage!AU. Big surprise.
Summary: Dan never planned on falling in love during summer.
Wordcount: 1,991
+ Me and my fucking timing. littlesumo told me it was okay, so posting. I'm still annoyed with myself though. How unoriginal I am. Whatever :-( Her fic was so hot and cute!
+ Just wrote this because I miss those weeks I spent in Brighton last summer. And when I think of Brighton I always think of The Kooks. And I love The Kooks :-) Song is "Seaside".
~ ~ ~
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
~ ~ ~
Dan brushed a hand across the boy's forehead, smiled sadly when the wind instantly ruffled the bleached straws of hair back in his eyes. They sat huddled close together, a thin blanket draped across their laps. It wasn't cold yet, but Dan just wanted to come up with any excuse to sit nearer to Fernando.
"This summer has been amazing," the Spaniard mumbled, eyes half closed as he watched the waves roll lazily against the shore. Far to their right the pier was lit and full of people enjoying themselves. There was no one close to them.
"Yeah," Dan replied quietly, swallowing the sad lump in his throat.
He never meant to fall in love.
"Can I join you?"
Dan and Johnny looked up, Dan momentarily freezing as he took in the boy standing before them. Flat, freckled chest and stomach, curvy ass oh-so-evident in his navy trunks. Bleached locks that kept falling into the boy's big, brown eyes, but he didn't try to push them back. Dan wanted to reach out and do it.
"Of course," Johnny grinned. "Here on vacation, huh?"
"Yes," the boy replied with a smile, accent dominant even in such a short word. Spanish, Dan recognized.
"Fernando."
"Johnny."
They shook hands.
Dan was still staring.
"Dude," Johnny bumped him with his shoulder.
He couldn't quite remember what to do, but he felt like a complete idiot. His brain kicked in, 'manners, hand, say something'... "Nice to meet you," Dan stuttered out, grabbing Fernando's hand and shaking it firmly.
There was a short pause, Johnny looking amused and Fernando looking like he waited for something.
"And your name is...?"
"Oh!" Dan was momentarily out of it (again), before he slapped himself mentally and gave the friendliest smile he could muster without seeming creepy. "Daniel. Dan."
"Dan. Nice to meet you too."
Not here on the seaside in Brighton, the place that had always housed him, had enveloped him and protected him. So many memories from all over the city, the skatepark, where he'd spend every afternoon after school with his friends, getting bruised and battered. The band t-shirt store on North Street where he got new shirts whenever he ripped his old ones. Hectors House on Grand Parade with their cheap drinks and sticky floors, kind of a hole, but the staff was always smiling and there were good, young bands playing. Angelic Hell on north Road where he'd spent too many hours sweating and cursing himself through the long process of getting tattooed. They always laughed good-heartedly at him, called him a wuss when he spat and roared.
"You've got so many tattoos," Fernando commented as they sat down to take a break, though some of the other guys still fought out on the grass, ball flying in every direction.
"Yeah," Dan smiled, taking a long swig of his water before handing it to Fernando. At first the Spaniard only held it, calculating the risks, Dan chuckled inside his own head, but then tipped it up and drank carefully. A stray droplet trickled down his chin, and Dan reached out and wiped it away with his thumb before he knew what he was doing.
Fernando stopped drinking and lowered the bottle slowly, eyes finding Dan's. They were both silent.
Then Fernando smiled, turned his face away and continued watching the other guys playing football.
Dan couldn't help but grin. Oh. So there was a chance.
This summer was supposed to be just like any other summer, filled with long evenings out in the sun. Days at the beach with lukewarm beer and snacks, surrounded by his friends. Hanging out at the pier starting cotton candy wars, those times when they all ended up sticky and gross and laughing. Parties at houses no one knew who owned, they would run in the streets and yell and get yelled at. Mrs. Johnson at the corner would poke her head out and tell them to go home and be quiet.
"You wanna join us at a party tonight?" Dan grinned, after the fourth day of football in the park. They hadn't exchanged numbers or anything, but Fernando had come to the park at the same time every day, and it wasn't like Dan and the guys had anything better to do than relax all day. So, the park became a daily activity.
"Sure," Fernando smiled, eyes closed as he soaked in the sparkling sun. There was a bit more of a tan bronzing his fair skin, and Dan couldn't help but stare a little. Fernando cracked his eyes open and caught him, but instead of turning away Dan smiled. Got a wider smile back.
They kissed for the first time that night.
There had been a few beers and some wine and some mixed drinks, but Dan was pretty clear with what he wanted. They were out in Greg's huge garden, music thumping loudly from outdoor speakers. People were all around them, dancing, laughing, singing along with the same old songs.
Fernando had draped an arm around Dan's shoulders and the Dane had put a hand on Fernando's hip, and all of a sudden the air changed, thickened, almost. There was an initial awkwardness, but as soon as Dan tilted his head slightly, lips parted just on the right side of inviting, it disappeared. Their lips had met tentatively, curiously testing the waters before engaging more and giving into the feeling. Slowly but surely they moved to press against each other, hips resting together and Dan's hand warm and steady on Fernando's cheek.
The summer air was warm and pleasant, and even at night it wasn't too dark. Velvet, dark blue skies above them, green grass underneath their feet. Cheesy as it may have been, Dan had loved the way the stars seemed to shine just a little bit brighter that night.
It wasn't supposed to feel like this. Wasn't supposed to hurt, damn it.
Dan was distracted by Fernando leaning his head on his shoulder, eyes flicking up to look at him. Looking back Dan waited for the other boy to say something.
"Thanks for showing me around," Fernando said. The tone of his voice was painfully honest, and Dan couldn't believe how casual he was being. Wasn't he hurting too? Wasn't he feeling a tear in his heart at the thought that they'd have to leave each other tomorrow and probably never see each other again?
"No problem," he mumbled.
"Don't do this," Fernando lifted his head up and frowned at Dan, voice so low the Dane had nearly missed his words. Nearly.
"I'm not doing anything," Dan shrugged, but winced inside at how pathetic he sounded.
"This was only a summer-thing, no?"
Again, the open, honest, straight-forward words cut right into Dan's heart.
"Of course."
The first time they had sex it had been started in a fit of laughter, and they were really only supposed to go inside to get something cold to drink. Inside Dan's house Fernando had leaned against the kitchen counter, little smirk playing on his lips. Dan walked over and pressed his hips just against Fernando's, only so he could reach up behind him into the cupboard. Lips started kissing his neck, hands slid down his stomach to fumble with the knot on his trunks.
"Eager, much?"
"Come on, don't pretend," Fernando huffed amusedly against his neck, "you're not exactly subtle."
"Less talking, there's other things you can do with that mouth," Dan murmured, grinning when Fernando punched him lightly in the stomach without stopping the undoing of the Dane's shorts.
They moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, where Fernando teased Dan about the countless posters grazing his walls, but he wasn't even slightly offended. Couldn't bring himself to when the Spaniard palmed his dick and moaned softly against his lips.
It had been absolutely amazing, Fernando was keen and noisy, one of Dan's favorite combinations. The room had been too hot, the sun beating down on half the bed from through the window, and they were both sweating. Fernando was on top of Dan, riding him with earnest eagerness, mouth half open and closed eyes.
Just when Dan had grabbed the boy's hips and started thrusting harder into him, Fernando fought against the movement and leaned down to bite Dan's nipple. Dan let out a pained noise, but it came out more as a moan.
"What?" Dan complained, but let Fernando get off him. It was something very satisfying in seeing his dick slip out of Fernando and hear the breathy groan the Spaniard made as it did.
Flopping onto his back right next to Dan Fernando slapped his palm down on Dan's stomach and made an impatient noise. "Come on, fuck me."
A slight grin curled Dan's lips as he got up on all fours and crawled over Fernando, pushing his dick in as quick as possible. They moaned and grunted and Fernando kept demanding Dan to go quicker, harder, fuck him senseless.
He was exhausted when it was all over.
Dan was half asleep and Fernando nuzzled his neck and made himself comfortable. Smiling Dan curled and arm around the boy's waist and pulled him closer, too happy and satisfied to care how sweaty they were.
"Get some sleep now," Fernando murmured and kissed Dan's neck carefully, "because we're doing this again later."
There was stale silence, then Fernando opened his mouth again. "I'll miss you," Fernando smiled a little, nudged the Dane with his shoulder.
Fucking hell. Did he have to make it so difficult?
"Dan."
Dan pointedly gazed out on the sea.
"Danny."
"What?" Dan said dismissively, refusing to look at the other boy. He knew he wasn't being fair, knew Fernando didn't deserve his attitude at all. Of course Fernando was right, this was just supposed to be a physical, fun time.
"Will you look at me?" the Spaniard pleaded gently.
Their eyes locked, Fernando's slightly confused; Dan's empty.
Neither found the words, and just as Fernando was about to turn away the Dane brought a hand up and kept his face turned against him. When Fernando didn't say or do anything, Dan leaned closer and brushed his lips against his. They kissed slowly at first, but Dan started pushing it, sucked at Fernando's lip and forced him to part his lips. Fernando let himself be pressed back, didn't say anything as the Dane laid half down on top of him and sneaked a hand underneath his shirt.
~ ~ ~
I'm just trying to love you,
in any kind of way
But I find it hard to love you, girl (boy)
when you're far away
~ ~ ~
It was colder now, and Fernando nestled himself in Dan's embrace. Even if Dan obviously had wanted to take it further, Fernando had carefully pushed his hand away when it became too intimate for a public beach.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?" Dan asked quietly.
"Plane leaves at half past ten," Fernando mumbled, cheek pressed to Dan's chest.
~ ~ ~
But I fell in love on the seaside
On the seaside
~ ~ ~
Dan cried for the first time in months the next evening. Finally it hit him, after not seeing Fernando that day, that they would never meet again. It was supposed to be a summer flirt, but he'd fallen so quickly, and fallen so hard.
It felt like a little bit of his heart had gone with Fernando back to Spain.
That night Dan stared aimlessly up at the stars, thought about the summer that had come and gone in a blurry mixture of day and night, sun and rain, quiet evenings with Fernando in the park and wild, loud parties. Mind-blowing, hard sex and slow, passionate sex.
Fucking hell.
There would never be a summer quite like this, Dan knew that.
And though it hurt, hurt so bad right now, he knew he'd never regret it. No matter how fleeting one summer is, the memory of Fernando would always remain, and Dan knew he'd never regret what they'd done together. If that was what he could have he'd take it, and if he was asked; he'd do it all over again.