Request fics - eight to thirteen
Title: Request fics - eight to thirteen
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: All written after request I got to this post. Hopefully I did your requests justice, hope you guys like them! Everything is posted in the same post at my journal.
Word count, total: ca 5,400
#8
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Aaron Ramsey
Title: Surprise
Rating: G
Request by: pinktoothbrush8
"Hello?"
"Amazing."
"Nick?"
"Seriously."
"What's amazing?"
"You."
Aaron checked caller ID once more, unsure whether it was really Nick or someone who was joking with him. He was still at the stadium, barely into his clothes. Nick sounded out of breath, a little excited.
"I'm amazing?"
"I saw your goal," Nick rushed, "congrats on first goal as captain!"
Aaron smiled. "Thank you. You know, my mum hasn't even called me yet. You're the first."
"Oh, well," Nick stuttered a little, "I couldn't wait."
Aaron hesitated, then said quietly, not wanting his teammates to hear of they were even listening, "I can't wait to see you."
"Same," the Dane replied after a moment. "I miss you already... Gonna be a long summer."
"Yeah. But we'll talk, right?"
"Of course," Nick agreed.
"Bye."
Aaron heard Nick breathing for a few, short seconds, then he hung up, and the Welshman locked his phone and put it in his pocket. What had that been all about? Thinking back Aaron knew that things had changed after that one time they'd drunkenly kissed (or, Nick had been drunk, Aaron had been pretending he'd been worse off than he really was), but saying these things were new. No matter how insignificant 'I miss you' and 'can't wait to see you' may be to some. It meant something to him.
Looking down on the floor he thought that it wasn't really a bad thing.
#9
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Title: New (AU)
Rating: PG
Request by: fefe5z5
Dan's lips were slippery with rain, and Fernando enjoyed the taste of it on his tongue. It was falling so thickly around them it was like standing in their own little bubble. No one else dared out on the street in such downpour.
A cold hand slid around his hip and wiggled underneath his t-shirt, and Fernando shivered almost violently from the sudden cold. By now his clothes were drenched, so were Dan's, but it felt good. They were free from everything out here. If only for just a moment.
Sighing Dan kissed Fernando softly on the lips once more before hugging him tight, hooking his chin over his shoulder. He mumbled, "what are we even doing?"
The Spaniard tightened his arms around his waist and just breathed for a second, watched the gray facades of the houses through the curtain of water. Everything was blurry and obscured, and it was beautiful.
"I don't know."
"This is gonna sounds stupid, but-" Dan cut himself off, buried his nose in Fernando's scarf.
"What?" Fernando closed his eyes, ignored everything but the feeling of being so close to the boy he cared so much for.
"I want to hold your hand when we walk."
Fernando didn't know what to say at first. Dan was never one for public displays, only occasionally, like now, when they were completely alone outside. Then he smiled, "yeah. Yeah, that would be nice."
"Okay," the Dane said, voice muffled.
An easy chuckle fell from his lips before he could stop it, and Dan pulled back, eyes questioning. "What are you laughing at?" There was a slight twinge of hurt in there, too.
"I'm not laughing at you," Fernando smiled, kissing the Dane with renewed enthusiasm and almost innocent joy. "I like you a lot," he added a few seconds later, after the kiss ended and he'd fallen back into a calm and warm mood.
"Same here," Dan replied quietly.
When they started walking down the street towards Fernando's house Dan gripped his hand and squeezed it, stupid smile appearing on his face. Shortly after he started smiling too.
#10
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Title: Work It (AU)
Rating: PG-13
Request by: narya86
"Mr. Agger, the model is here," one of the assistants informed him, and Dan looked up. He was looking forward to shooting the young, upcoming model. So far he'd never met him in person, he's just seen some of his other commercial shoots, and they were pretty good. The boy could play any role, though most of the things he'd done so far (Dan had noticed that right off the bat), was shirtless, subtly sexy pictures.
"Tell me when he's done in Wardrobe, okay? I'm gonna go check out the set," Dan flicked a look down on his clock and then back at the assistant, who was nodding furiously.
When Dan was told Fernando was ready he hadn't even realized it had been that much time. On the other side of the room a young man wearing jeans and an open, white dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up was standing, and Dan recognized him from his portfolio. Fernando Torres.
The model was done talking to the make-up artist, and he started walking towards Dan and the assistant. His steps were light and purposeful. A man on a mission. Dan held back a smirk. Toned body, light tan contrasting nicely with the thin, white shirt and the stripe of white boxers peeking out from the jeans. It was too bad he had to wear those jeans.
"Hi, Fernando Torres," Fernando offered his hand and Dan grabbed it, shook it firmly. "Daniel Agger. You ready?"
"Where do you want me?" Fernando grinned.
He was a professional, used to shooting beautiful models in compromising positions. Dan was good at separating work and pleasure. All his hard work had paid off, he was a highly rated photographer for his edgy shots and new style.
But today, Dan couldn't help but look a bit extra at Fernando.
They were shooting a commercial for Calvin Klein, the new underwear collection. This of course could have Fernando in just tight briefs and nothing else in front of them, and eventually, that was what they'd get. In the beginning they'd keep him a little clothed, but; Fernando would eventually get almost naked. Oh, the possibilities.
Fernando was looking completely at ease in front of the camera, casually touching his bare stomach when they took small breaks. The jeans were very low on his hips, the white, tight briefs teasing Dan from the other side of the lens.
"Okay, water," Dan said.
Rain. It was a very good plan; a pretty boy in an open, white shirt, drenched in water. Who wouldn't want to see that?
Before they put on the fake rain, Fernando had to get a bit of water on him. Dan waited patiently with the camera in his hand, watching the shirt become translucent and clinging to the Spaniard's upper arms, chest and abs.
Something curled hot and amazing in the pit of his stomach.
God, how unprofessional.
Glancing to the side Dan could see some of the assistants paying the shoot a lot of attention. Their eyes were glued to Fernando, they were watching him pose and flirt with the camera. Which was were he was standing. So, hah, assistants!
He moved so naturally, never really froze up, but followed the short instructions Dan gave him and just looked sexy. It was going to be a killer fucking campaign. With this picture, nothing could go wrong.
"Okay, we're gonna loose the jeans and the shirt now," Dan called out, and Fernando nodded. Quickly he walked over, to where Dan was standing, curiously enough, and shed the shirt. It wouldn't come off at once, Fernando struggled a second with wriggling out of the soaked piece of clothing. When he unzipped the jeans Dan thought he was taking his fucking time, Fernando pulled it down slowly and stepped out of the pants like he was putting on a show. Then he looked up and made eye-contact with Dan.
"Good?" he asked, smile on his lips. One eyebrow was slightly raised, and Dan had a real suspicions there was something going on here.
"Great," he answered smoothly, eyes never leaving Fernando's.
Dan bit his lip when the Spaniard turned and sauntered back in front of the camera. It wasn't like he hadn't already seen that his ass was magnificent, but in tight and partially see-through boxers (God bless whoever came up with the idea of rain), it looked so sexy. Dan just wanted to touch him. Preferably while they were both naked.
"That's great, Fernando!" Dan shouted, almost grinning. It was a pleasure to shoot him, the film would be a blast to go through.
The briefs were almost drenched, but fortunately (unfortunately. Dan had a dirty mind), Fernando's more private parts stayed hidden. Though you could see the faint outline.
God.
Dan wanted to be able to be more professional, but damn if it wasn't hard.
Talking about hard things... Over the last few minutes Dan had noticed a small change on Fernando. For one he kept rearranging himself quite often, which Dan enjoyed watching, and the bulge in front was bigger. Dan was sure.
"Okay, last frames!" he yelled out.
It was over far too soon, Dan didn't want to stop working with Fernando just yet.
"We're done. Great job," he lowered the camera and threw a quick look on the computer, checking out the last pictures. They were good.
"Loved working with you, it was fun," Fernando came over, and they shook hands. Dan didn't intend on holding Fernando's hand just a little longer than strictly necessary, but he did, and it didn't pass the other man by. The Spaniard tried to keep back the smile, failing, and his eyebrows raised a fraction.
"It was easy to shoot you, you're a natural," Dan said honestly, smirking subtly. Even if he tried not to, his eyes darted down to the model's crotch for a split second, and he instantly wished he hadn't. It was so damn tempting.
Fernando didn't say anything, and Dan convinced himself the Spaniard hadn't seen him ogling him.
It was about half an hour later, and Dan was just finished packing his camera when Fernando walked back in on the set. Now dressed in casual clothes he was suddenly just a normal guy again, albeit gorgeous, of course, but just a normal guy. The kind Dan would see at a club or bar and think 'I wanna go home with him now'.
"Hey, could you come back to the wardrobe for a second? There's something..." Fernando trailed off, smiling a little, and Dan nodded, "sure."
He didn't think of anything as he followed the Spaniard into the other room, and didn't think it was anything weird about it.
"So-" Dan started, but stopped talking when Fernando bit his lip and stepped closer. Close enough to be inside any personal bubble. "Well, okay," Dan said dumbly, blinking once. Here he'd been having his mind in the gutter while working, and now the main star of his dirty thoughts were casually reaching out to touch his hip.
"We should go and get some drinks," Fernando said slowly, then grinned.
Dan just nodded. If anything, shifted his hips slightly forward. Still standing close together they exchanged numbers, and before he walked away Fernando leaned in and kissed the Dane's cheek. This was no kiss your grandmother would ever give you on the cheek. Their lips were almost touching, it was slow and so full of promise Dan kinda wanted to grab Fernando and make out right now.
"I'll call you," Fernando grinned, patting Dan's hip once, fingers almost grazing the front of Dan's jeans.
"Looking forward to it," the Dane smirked, blatantly staring at the other man's ass when he walked out of the room.
#11
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Aaron Ramsey
Title: You Make Me Want
Rating: NC-17
Request by: poynterjoness
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Nick was almost too gentle, Aaron wanted to say, 'you cannot break me, just do it', but he knew the Dane would just hush him and smile at him. They'd talked a lot about it before they finally ended up here, in bed, and Nick had said he would never, ever make him feel uncomfortable or in pain. And Aaron believed him.
"Just breathe," Nick murmured, and he sucked in a deep breath, one that made his head feel funny and his lungs hurt. "Good," Nick mumbled, before kissing him slowly.
"I can do this." Aaron felt his cheeks heating up, he didn't want to be the inexperienced virgin anymore. No matter what Nick said now, they had to go through with it. Up 'til now they'd jerked each other off, and Nick had, a few times, let his fingers dance lightly across his butt and touched his hole. But never pressed in. "You don't have to be so careful."
"Yes, I do," Nick was serious, making sure the other boy was feeling only pleasure and no discomfort when he slicked up his fingers and teasingly parted Aaron's cheeks.
"I'm not a girl," Aaron muttered, but it was weak and he didn't really think Nick viewed him as one. There was pressure against his opening, and he succumbed to the feeling, open his mouth enough to get air down his lungs. Small noises kept trickling out of him with each exhale.
"Thank God for that," Nick smirked, and Aaron grinned, relieved the mood lightened a little. He needed smiles, he needed some of Nick's stupid jokes, even when they were about to have sex. That was the guy he'd fallen so hard for. Even if Aaron admired Nick's promise to be a gentleman, he didn't want Nick to... not be himself. Of course the Welshman knew of his teammates many conquests, and didn't want this to be a one-night-stand, but there was no need to treat him that differently.
Aaron moaned softly when Nick spread his fingers a little, moved them a little bit quicker. Even if it embarrassed him to even think about it, Aaron had read some (a lot) about what anal sex would feel like. And though he thought he recognized some of the things people had described online, it was also completely different. Inside his own mind he couldn't find the words, didn't really need to.
They took it so painfully slow Aaron thought he was about to die any second. And if he did, it wouldn't be that bad. It was a good kind of overwhelming, a good kind of emotional chaos, if such a thing even existed. He wasn't that flexible, and how he had his ankles over Nick's shoulders were just not doing it. At least he had the courage to tell Nick so, just like the Dane had wanted.
He ended up locking his legs around Nick's waist instead, and then the magic happened.
When Aaron finally came, with his teammate kissing his neck and caressing his side, he thought he was in heaven. Total relaxation took over his body, and now he realized how tired he was. His muscles were jelly.
"Thanks," he mumbled, smiling a little when Nick dumped back down on the bed and draped his gigantic body over him.
"I wanna sleep over," the Dane mumbled sleepily in the pillow next to Aaron's head.
"Of course," Aaron patted Nick's head before trying to shove him off.
In the end they fell asleep, the only contact between them being Aaron's arm across Nick's chest. Never he'd liked sleeping with someone all over him, it made him feel a little claustrophobic. Nick knew, so he fell asleep instantly, not worried about anything.
The midfielder smiled, closed his eyes. Let the night envelope him and lull him into blissful unconsciousness.
#12
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Kelly
Title: Conspiracy
Rating: PG-13
Request by: sophie_lfc
"Do I have to?" Martin mumbled, his face already heating in embarrassment over his own behavior. Why did he agree to this? This was a game for thirteen year olds, and still, there he was, fucking stuck with the stupidest dare. It had all been for fun really, they were bored and had started coming up with dares for one another. At first it was easy stuff, things that could be done on the spot. Then, they'd all started daring each other to worse tasks, tasks they might not be able to do right there and then, but nevertheless needed to go through with if they didn't want to be called pussies.
"Yes," Conor grinned. "You asked for it, you were making fun of me for not coming up with good dares!"
Kiss Agger. They knew Martin had a boner for the guy.
"But this?" Martin sighed, "I could get... I don't know, kicked off the team or something!"
"Like they would find out! He's not gonna tell," John huffed, "don't be such a drama queen!"
"I'm not!" Martin argued, "but-"
"No buts," Conor hit his knee with his console, "do it. Or be a pussy."
"Fuck you guys," Martin grunted, leaning back in the small sofa.
*
It was all about finding the right moment. Martin knew he had to go through with it, John was watching out and Conor had probably texted both Jonjo and Jay by now. Throughout training he kept flicking looks at Dan, trying to figure out when the hell to strike. The locker-room would have to be completely empty... but what was the chance of stalling Dan so much they'd be the only ones left? Conor had said he wanted real witnesses, so John had to lurk around and peek.
God, this was so wrong. When he started thinking about it, Martin could actually wind up with a broken face. If Dan decided to hit him.
They were finished, and Martin was about to leave for the locker-room when Skrtel stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Kells, a second."
"What?" Martin said, trying to muster a convincing smile. He felt like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. And he kinda had.
"You've been really distant today," the Slovak was staring at him, and Martin felt his left eye twitch.
"I have? Well, nothing's wrong, if that's what you're implying," he rushed out, and Skrtel gave him an unimpressed look. "Alright," he said after a small pause, "good."
Then he left. Martin breathed out long and hard.
When he walked into the locker-room John, that bitch, was talking to Dan. Coming closer Martin could hear him asking all these stupid questions, and Dan, being his nice self, was answering and explaining everything. John winked at him and Martin scowled, dropping heavily down on the floor to remove his shoes. There was a perfectly adequate bench, but Martin really preferred sitting on the floor.
"Could you show me now?" John said, and Dan nodded, "of course. Come on."
Martin gaped as the two left the locker-room, heading for the pitch again. Fucking hell. John was taking this seriously.
He weighed his options. Run off. Wait and get it over with. Jesus. Burying his face in his hands Martin part growled, part whined, and Carra gave him a weird look.
"You alright there, lad?"
"Yeah," Martin felt his cheeks heat up, and he quickly started untying his shoes.
Kiss Dan, kiss Dan, kiss Dan.
By the time John and Dan returned to the locker-room only Martin and Pepe were still there. They looked a little out of breath, Dan smiling widely and John laughing at something the Dane had said. For some reason Martin felt his stomach churn unpleasantly. Why were they getting on so well? Was something going on?
When the nature of the thoughts hit him Martin almost cringed. What was he doing suspecting something was going on between John and Dan? Jesus, like jokes and smiles meant something more, they never had, why was he thinking that now?
Pepe patted Martin on the shoulder as he passed him and gave a short wave and a smile to Dan and John when he left. Only the three of them left. John was probably gonna rush in and out of the shower now, giving Martin the opportunity to corner Dan before he left.
Breathing a little unsteadily the Brit got to his feet and wondered when the hell he started taking the task so seriously. Somehow he was more nervous about the actual kissing than the aftermath, which could involve everything from Dan punching in the face or getting him kicked off the team. His hair was still damp, and Martin ran a nervous hand through it. He was pulling on his jeans as slow as he could without it being blatantly obvious, and before he got them over his thighs John was already finished, rushing out with a cheeky grin.
Dan came out of the shower not thirty seconds later, and Martin avoided looking at him. One time he flickered his eyes over, but right then Dan was dropping the towel to start getting dressed, and Martin got a good view of his naked ass. Swallowing the lump in his throat he waited until Dan had gotten his jeans on, then he rose up from the bench and walked over.
Kiss him.
"Hey, Dan," Martin croaked, wincing at his own voice. Discreet, yeah, fucking hell.
"What's up?" Dan turned and gave him a tiny smile, the kind that was barely there, but lit his whole face up so handsomely Martin felt like smiling, too.
Martin just shut everything off, grabbed the older man's face with both hands and kissed him.
He'd expected Dan pushing him away and yell at him.
He'd expected Dan shoving him off and hit him.
He'd even expected Dan to nicely remove himself and tell Martin calmly that it wasn't appropriate, and that he wasn't into that kind of things, because Dan was a gentleman like that.
He'd never fucking expected Dan to do this; kiss him back. Never expected the Dane to slip and arm around his waist and keep him close, taking half a step closer to him. There were so many thoughts going through Martin's mind as he continued to kiss Dan, and it was almost he who jumped back when Dan's tongue coaxed his lips apart. Martin still had one hand on the Dane's cheek, but the other had found its way to Dan's neck. They kissed for what surely was a minute, before Martin hesitantly drew back and stared wide-eyed at his teammate. With a gentle hand Dan was rubbing Martin's hip, smile growing on his face.
After another long time of them just looking at each other, Dan stepped back, but not before he had pressed another chaste kiss to Martin's lips.
"You're a good kisser, I'll give you that," the Dane was grinning, and he started picking up his stuff and dropping it in his bag.
Martin still had no words. What was he supposed to say? There was nothing he could possibly say to what just happened, Dan was never supposed to kiss him back. It hadn't been in his wildest dreams... (dreams?).
"What's up, Kells? You were the one who kissed me!" Dan stopped packing and turned to the Brit, still grinning wide. "What'd you expect?" He even winked. Fucking winked.
"I-" Martin stuttered, his brain dying slowly inside his head. "You- What the fuck?"
Dan laughed, throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"See you, Kells," he said, and before Martin knew what was happening, Dan was kissing him again, this time without inhibitions. Dan's tongue slid wetly and easily against his own, and Martin answered the kiss quickly.
Two seconds later the older defender was halfway out the door, and Martin was left dumbfounded on his own. So many thoughts, so little room in his head.
"Hi, Dan."
"Hi, Flanno."
Martin felt like someone had thrown a bucket of icy water in his face. From the sound of his voice right outside the locker-room, Dan wasn't surprised to see John still hanging around. By himself, outside the door.
Fucking hell.
Dan had known.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Martin shouted, his ears and cheeks burning. How fucking mortifying. He could never show his face ever again in Liverpool. It was all a big joke. On him.
John poked his head in, grin going from ear to ear.
"I hate you," Martin said. "I hate you!"
John winked and ran off.
*
It had taken Martin another ten minutes to get out of the locker-room that afternoon. The shame was curling around him like a suffocating blanket, and he was now laying underneath his duvet, too upset to move anywhere else. Conor had texted him, giving him credit for going through with the dare. There were six, huge smiley faces at the end of the message, and Martin could just picture Conor sitting in his room laughing his ass off.
How the hell the guys had convinced Dan to let Martin kiss him was beyond him. How had they approached him? They couldn't have just walked up and said 'hey, we're gonna dare Kells to kiss you, just go with it, will ya?', that was impossible.
His head hurt.
And there was a knock on the door.
Sighing Martin contemplated just not answering, but it could be his mum, because she'd said she was gonna stop by some time and see if he managed to keep his apartment clean. Padding out from the small bedroom the Brit stopped momentarily at the mirror, taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. What the hell.
Opening the door Martin's eyes shot open.
"Can I come in?" Dan smiled gently, stepping inside before Martin could muster a nod. He closed the door after himself, as the younger man seemed incapable of doing anything.
"I'm sorry," Martin finally found his voice, and instantly felt his cheeks heat up, "I shouldn't have acted out on it, it was just a stupid game. I know they told you, and obviously you're kinda okay with it, even if I don't underst-"
Dan shook his head, and again caught Martin completely off guard, pressing their lips together. It grew heated awfully fast, as if Dan had to prove a point. Martin kind of just went with it, his knees buckling slightly underneath him as the Dane made a low groaning noise into his mouth.
"Dan-" the Brit mumbled, breaking off the kiss. He was so fucking confused. "You don't have to kiss me."
"I want to," Dan said sincerely, small smile playing at his lips. "I know what you did back at Melwood was a dare, but you didn't push me away when I kissed you back."
"I..." Martin said, voice faltering for a moment, "I guess."
"Listen," Dan said, "if you don't want me here right now, I'll leave." He took another step back, his expression as honest as Martin had ever seen it.
He thought about what Dan was offering for a minute.
"Don't go," he finally said. He broke into a smile. "Stay."
#13
Pairing: Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel
Title: A Chance Meeting (AU)
Rating: PG
Request by: poynterjoness (Okay, I know this prompt had so much f***ing potential and I just kinda shortened it a whole lot, but it's what I came up with for it :-))
Kelly was sitting in the kitchen looking out the window the day the moving truck drove up to the house next door. It had just been sold, and Kelly was curious who would be moving in. Maybe there would be someone his age. Which would be cool, because there weren't that many teenagers in the street.
*
The first time Kelly saw him his heart beat twice as fast and his stomach did a weird tumble. He wasn't strikingly beautiful or handsome, but the sharp features of his face and tall stature spoke to Kelly like a calling from heaven. There was a sudden urge in his movements as he jogged down the stairs and outside, not even knowing what he was doing until he was standing on his new neighbors' doorstep.
"Hello," Kelly said when the door opened.
"Hi," the boy from yesterday stood in front of him, slightly quizzical look on his face.
"I'm your neighbor. Martin Kelly."
They shook hands and shared a smile.
"Martin Skrtel."
It was like someone had lit a fire in him, and from the looks of it (Martin's hand lingering, not letting go of Kelly's. The heated gaze they kept, neither breaking eye-contact. The small, sexy smile on Martin's lips), the feeling was mutual. There was an immediate attraction, neither could deny that. And Kelly couldn't wait to explore all the opportunities.
By the end of the next hour the two boys were laying side by side in Kelly's garden, soaking up the sun. It was fair to say Kelly's lower parts had twitched when the Slovak offered to help him with the sunscreen. Kelly didn't have a thing for hands, but maybe he had a thing for Martin's hands.
*
"Martin," Kelly's dad was looking serious, the tone of his voice the same.
"What?" he asked, worry making him hesitant to sit down at the dinner table.
"Have you met our new neighbors yet?"
"Yeah, I actually-"
"Stop," his father interrupted him, and Kelly's snapped his mouth shut. His dad hadn't been home all day, and didn't know his son had been hanging out with the new neighbor boy. And from the sound of his voice Kelly would probably be better off not telling about it.
"You are not to visit them."
"Why?" the Brit frowned, and his father's face darkened.
"Because Adam Howard destroyed my company, and I will not have you associate with such a filthy, unworthy person."
Wow. Rage.
"Okay, but what about his son?" Kelly said slowly.
"No."
That was all there was.
*
Kelly was in bed, two nights later. Since the talk with his father he'd been thinking a lot. He remember when a rivaling company had completely pressed Kelly's father out of business, and they had to move further up north to save the company. It hadn't been pretty, and Kelly knew there was a lot of pent up anger from nine years ago. But Kelly couldn't remember that guy having a son back then.
He had only seen Martin once since two days ago. They'd shared a look over the hedge, a long glance that spoke volumes.
It was ridiculous. If Kelly wanted to hang out with Martin, he should be fucking able to. No matter what his dad's relationship with Martin's dad was, it had nothing to do with him.
Climbing out of bed Kelly went to the window, slipping out quietly. He didn't even know what he was doing, he just jumped out in the bushes and out in the garden. The houses were big, one-story buildings, so luckily he didn't have to jump down from the roof to get outside in the middle of the night. Which he'd been doing a lot this summer.
It was either a one-in-a-million coincidence, or Martin had seen Kelly go out, because soon he was standing in his own garden, the moonlight illuminating his pale chest and face. Kelly sat down in the grass, silently looking at the boy next door who was looking back, also quiet. The tattoos on his bare arms seemed alive, the patterns playing on the skin with every shift of muscle and light.
"Can't sleep?" Martin said, after he'd stepped over the tiny hedge and sat down next to Kelly.
"Not really," he murmured.
The Slovak moved a little closer, nudging Kelly's cheek with his nose. Taking a deep breath Kelly's eyelids fell closed and he turned his head. Martin kissed him, and it was soft and innocent and so unlike Martin's appearance it surprised Kelly greatly. They kept kissing a little, then they broke apart and fell back into silence.
It was getting lighter, the sun not out, but making the stars fade and the darkness pull back.
"My dad says we're 'not allowed' to hang out," Kelly rolled his eyes. It felt so natural, sitting next to Martin on the wet grass. Drops of dew made his pajama pants moist, but he didn't think about it.
"My dad's given me the same line. What a cliché, right?" he snorted.
"I can't remember you from those years back," Kelly said, resting his chin on his knees, eyes following Martin's profile from his hairline to his chin.
"Mum remarried. He's not my real father," Martin tilted his head and made eye-contact.
"Oh," Kelly said.
Leaning closer the Slovak pressed their lips together again, and Kelly opened his mouth up to him.
"I'll see you later," he said, standing up. There were goosebumps on his stomach and arms. He must be cold, Kelly thought, he's been sitting out here with me for hours shirtless.
"Yeah," the Brit nodded.
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: All written after request I got to this post. Hopefully I did your requests justice, hope you guys like them! Everything is posted in the same post at my journal.
Word count, total: ca 5,400
#8
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Aaron Ramsey
Title: Surprise
Rating: G
Request by: pinktoothbrush8
"Hello?"
"Amazing."
"Nick?"
"Seriously."
"What's amazing?"
"You."
Aaron checked caller ID once more, unsure whether it was really Nick or someone who was joking with him. He was still at the stadium, barely into his clothes. Nick sounded out of breath, a little excited.
"I'm amazing?"
"I saw your goal," Nick rushed, "congrats on first goal as captain!"
Aaron smiled. "Thank you. You know, my mum hasn't even called me yet. You're the first."
"Oh, well," Nick stuttered a little, "I couldn't wait."
Aaron hesitated, then said quietly, not wanting his teammates to hear of they were even listening, "I can't wait to see you."
"Same," the Dane replied after a moment. "I miss you already... Gonna be a long summer."
"Yeah. But we'll talk, right?"
"Of course," Nick agreed.
"Bye."
Aaron heard Nick breathing for a few, short seconds, then he hung up, and the Welshman locked his phone and put it in his pocket. What had that been all about? Thinking back Aaron knew that things had changed after that one time they'd drunkenly kissed (or, Nick had been drunk, Aaron had been pretending he'd been worse off than he really was), but saying these things were new. No matter how insignificant 'I miss you' and 'can't wait to see you' may be to some. It meant something to him.
Looking down on the floor he thought that it wasn't really a bad thing.
#9
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Title: New (AU)
Rating: PG
Request by: fefe5z5
Dan's lips were slippery with rain, and Fernando enjoyed the taste of it on his tongue. It was falling so thickly around them it was like standing in their own little bubble. No one else dared out on the street in such downpour.
A cold hand slid around his hip and wiggled underneath his t-shirt, and Fernando shivered almost violently from the sudden cold. By now his clothes were drenched, so were Dan's, but it felt good. They were free from everything out here. If only for just a moment.
Sighing Dan kissed Fernando softly on the lips once more before hugging him tight, hooking his chin over his shoulder. He mumbled, "what are we even doing?"
The Spaniard tightened his arms around his waist and just breathed for a second, watched the gray facades of the houses through the curtain of water. Everything was blurry and obscured, and it was beautiful.
"I don't know."
"This is gonna sounds stupid, but-" Dan cut himself off, buried his nose in Fernando's scarf.
"What?" Fernando closed his eyes, ignored everything but the feeling of being so close to the boy he cared so much for.
"I want to hold your hand when we walk."
Fernando didn't know what to say at first. Dan was never one for public displays, only occasionally, like now, when they were completely alone outside. Then he smiled, "yeah. Yeah, that would be nice."
"Okay," the Dane said, voice muffled.
An easy chuckle fell from his lips before he could stop it, and Dan pulled back, eyes questioning. "What are you laughing at?" There was a slight twinge of hurt in there, too.
"I'm not laughing at you," Fernando smiled, kissing the Dane with renewed enthusiasm and almost innocent joy. "I like you a lot," he added a few seconds later, after the kiss ended and he'd fallen back into a calm and warm mood.
"Same here," Dan replied quietly.
When they started walking down the street towards Fernando's house Dan gripped his hand and squeezed it, stupid smile appearing on his face. Shortly after he started smiling too.
#10
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Title: Work It (AU)
Rating: PG-13
Request by: narya86
"Mr. Agger, the model is here," one of the assistants informed him, and Dan looked up. He was looking forward to shooting the young, upcoming model. So far he'd never met him in person, he's just seen some of his other commercial shoots, and they were pretty good. The boy could play any role, though most of the things he'd done so far (Dan had noticed that right off the bat), was shirtless, subtly sexy pictures.
"Tell me when he's done in Wardrobe, okay? I'm gonna go check out the set," Dan flicked a look down on his clock and then back at the assistant, who was nodding furiously.
When Dan was told Fernando was ready he hadn't even realized it had been that much time. On the other side of the room a young man wearing jeans and an open, white dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up was standing, and Dan recognized him from his portfolio. Fernando Torres.
The model was done talking to the make-up artist, and he started walking towards Dan and the assistant. His steps were light and purposeful. A man on a mission. Dan held back a smirk. Toned body, light tan contrasting nicely with the thin, white shirt and the stripe of white boxers peeking out from the jeans. It was too bad he had to wear those jeans.
"Hi, Fernando Torres," Fernando offered his hand and Dan grabbed it, shook it firmly. "Daniel Agger. You ready?"
"Where do you want me?" Fernando grinned.
He was a professional, used to shooting beautiful models in compromising positions. Dan was good at separating work and pleasure. All his hard work had paid off, he was a highly rated photographer for his edgy shots and new style.
But today, Dan couldn't help but look a bit extra at Fernando.
They were shooting a commercial for Calvin Klein, the new underwear collection. This of course could have Fernando in just tight briefs and nothing else in front of them, and eventually, that was what they'd get. In the beginning they'd keep him a little clothed, but; Fernando would eventually get almost naked. Oh, the possibilities.
Fernando was looking completely at ease in front of the camera, casually touching his bare stomach when they took small breaks. The jeans were very low on his hips, the white, tight briefs teasing Dan from the other side of the lens.
"Okay, water," Dan said.
Rain. It was a very good plan; a pretty boy in an open, white shirt, drenched in water. Who wouldn't want to see that?
Before they put on the fake rain, Fernando had to get a bit of water on him. Dan waited patiently with the camera in his hand, watching the shirt become translucent and clinging to the Spaniard's upper arms, chest and abs.
Something curled hot and amazing in the pit of his stomach.
God, how unprofessional.
Glancing to the side Dan could see some of the assistants paying the shoot a lot of attention. Their eyes were glued to Fernando, they were watching him pose and flirt with the camera. Which was were he was standing. So, hah, assistants!
He moved so naturally, never really froze up, but followed the short instructions Dan gave him and just looked sexy. It was going to be a killer fucking campaign. With this picture, nothing could go wrong.
"Okay, we're gonna loose the jeans and the shirt now," Dan called out, and Fernando nodded. Quickly he walked over, to where Dan was standing, curiously enough, and shed the shirt. It wouldn't come off at once, Fernando struggled a second with wriggling out of the soaked piece of clothing. When he unzipped the jeans Dan thought he was taking his fucking time, Fernando pulled it down slowly and stepped out of the pants like he was putting on a show. Then he looked up and made eye-contact with Dan.
"Good?" he asked, smile on his lips. One eyebrow was slightly raised, and Dan had a real suspicions there was something going on here.
"Great," he answered smoothly, eyes never leaving Fernando's.
Dan bit his lip when the Spaniard turned and sauntered back in front of the camera. It wasn't like he hadn't already seen that his ass was magnificent, but in tight and partially see-through boxers (God bless whoever came up with the idea of rain), it looked so sexy. Dan just wanted to touch him. Preferably while they were both naked.
"That's great, Fernando!" Dan shouted, almost grinning. It was a pleasure to shoot him, the film would be a blast to go through.
The briefs were almost drenched, but fortunately (unfortunately. Dan had a dirty mind), Fernando's more private parts stayed hidden. Though you could see the faint outline.
God.
Dan wanted to be able to be more professional, but damn if it wasn't hard.
Talking about hard things... Over the last few minutes Dan had noticed a small change on Fernando. For one he kept rearranging himself quite often, which Dan enjoyed watching, and the bulge in front was bigger. Dan was sure.
"Okay, last frames!" he yelled out.
It was over far too soon, Dan didn't want to stop working with Fernando just yet.
"We're done. Great job," he lowered the camera and threw a quick look on the computer, checking out the last pictures. They were good.
"Loved working with you, it was fun," Fernando came over, and they shook hands. Dan didn't intend on holding Fernando's hand just a little longer than strictly necessary, but he did, and it didn't pass the other man by. The Spaniard tried to keep back the smile, failing, and his eyebrows raised a fraction.
"It was easy to shoot you, you're a natural," Dan said honestly, smirking subtly. Even if he tried not to, his eyes darted down to the model's crotch for a split second, and he instantly wished he hadn't. It was so damn tempting.
Fernando didn't say anything, and Dan convinced himself the Spaniard hadn't seen him ogling him.
It was about half an hour later, and Dan was just finished packing his camera when Fernando walked back in on the set. Now dressed in casual clothes he was suddenly just a normal guy again, albeit gorgeous, of course, but just a normal guy. The kind Dan would see at a club or bar and think 'I wanna go home with him now'.
"Hey, could you come back to the wardrobe for a second? There's something..." Fernando trailed off, smiling a little, and Dan nodded, "sure."
He didn't think of anything as he followed the Spaniard into the other room, and didn't think it was anything weird about it.
"So-" Dan started, but stopped talking when Fernando bit his lip and stepped closer. Close enough to be inside any personal bubble. "Well, okay," Dan said dumbly, blinking once. Here he'd been having his mind in the gutter while working, and now the main star of his dirty thoughts were casually reaching out to touch his hip.
"We should go and get some drinks," Fernando said slowly, then grinned.
Dan just nodded. If anything, shifted his hips slightly forward. Still standing close together they exchanged numbers, and before he walked away Fernando leaned in and kissed the Dane's cheek. This was no kiss your grandmother would ever give you on the cheek. Their lips were almost touching, it was slow and so full of promise Dan kinda wanted to grab Fernando and make out right now.
"I'll call you," Fernando grinned, patting Dan's hip once, fingers almost grazing the front of Dan's jeans.
"Looking forward to it," the Dane smirked, blatantly staring at the other man's ass when he walked out of the room.
#11
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Aaron Ramsey
Title: You Make Me Want
Rating: NC-17
Request by: poynterjoness
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Nick was almost too gentle, Aaron wanted to say, 'you cannot break me, just do it', but he knew the Dane would just hush him and smile at him. They'd talked a lot about it before they finally ended up here, in bed, and Nick had said he would never, ever make him feel uncomfortable or in pain. And Aaron believed him.
"Just breathe," Nick murmured, and he sucked in a deep breath, one that made his head feel funny and his lungs hurt. "Good," Nick mumbled, before kissing him slowly.
"I can do this." Aaron felt his cheeks heating up, he didn't want to be the inexperienced virgin anymore. No matter what Nick said now, they had to go through with it. Up 'til now they'd jerked each other off, and Nick had, a few times, let his fingers dance lightly across his butt and touched his hole. But never pressed in. "You don't have to be so careful."
"Yes, I do," Nick was serious, making sure the other boy was feeling only pleasure and no discomfort when he slicked up his fingers and teasingly parted Aaron's cheeks.
"I'm not a girl," Aaron muttered, but it was weak and he didn't really think Nick viewed him as one. There was pressure against his opening, and he succumbed to the feeling, open his mouth enough to get air down his lungs. Small noises kept trickling out of him with each exhale.
"Thank God for that," Nick smirked, and Aaron grinned, relieved the mood lightened a little. He needed smiles, he needed some of Nick's stupid jokes, even when they were about to have sex. That was the guy he'd fallen so hard for. Even if Aaron admired Nick's promise to be a gentleman, he didn't want Nick to... not be himself. Of course the Welshman knew of his teammates many conquests, and didn't want this to be a one-night-stand, but there was no need to treat him that differently.
Aaron moaned softly when Nick spread his fingers a little, moved them a little bit quicker. Even if it embarrassed him to even think about it, Aaron had read some (a lot) about what anal sex would feel like. And though he thought he recognized some of the things people had described online, it was also completely different. Inside his own mind he couldn't find the words, didn't really need to.
They took it so painfully slow Aaron thought he was about to die any second. And if he did, it wouldn't be that bad. It was a good kind of overwhelming, a good kind of emotional chaos, if such a thing even existed. He wasn't that flexible, and how he had his ankles over Nick's shoulders were just not doing it. At least he had the courage to tell Nick so, just like the Dane had wanted.
He ended up locking his legs around Nick's waist instead, and then the magic happened.
When Aaron finally came, with his teammate kissing his neck and caressing his side, he thought he was in heaven. Total relaxation took over his body, and now he realized how tired he was. His muscles were jelly.
"Thanks," he mumbled, smiling a little when Nick dumped back down on the bed and draped his gigantic body over him.
"I wanna sleep over," the Dane mumbled sleepily in the pillow next to Aaron's head.
"Of course," Aaron patted Nick's head before trying to shove him off.
In the end they fell asleep, the only contact between them being Aaron's arm across Nick's chest. Never he'd liked sleeping with someone all over him, it made him feel a little claustrophobic. Nick knew, so he fell asleep instantly, not worried about anything.
The midfielder smiled, closed his eyes. Let the night envelope him and lull him into blissful unconsciousness.
#12
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Kelly
Title: Conspiracy
Rating: PG-13
Request by: sophie_lfc
"Do I have to?" Martin mumbled, his face already heating in embarrassment over his own behavior. Why did he agree to this? This was a game for thirteen year olds, and still, there he was, fucking stuck with the stupidest dare. It had all been for fun really, they were bored and had started coming up with dares for one another. At first it was easy stuff, things that could be done on the spot. Then, they'd all started daring each other to worse tasks, tasks they might not be able to do right there and then, but nevertheless needed to go through with if they didn't want to be called pussies.
"Yes," Conor grinned. "You asked for it, you were making fun of me for not coming up with good dares!"
Kiss Agger. They knew Martin had a boner for the guy.
"But this?" Martin sighed, "I could get... I don't know, kicked off the team or something!"
"Like they would find out! He's not gonna tell," John huffed, "don't be such a drama queen!"
"I'm not!" Martin argued, "but-"
"No buts," Conor hit his knee with his console, "do it. Or be a pussy."
"Fuck you guys," Martin grunted, leaning back in the small sofa.
*
It was all about finding the right moment. Martin knew he had to go through with it, John was watching out and Conor had probably texted both Jonjo and Jay by now. Throughout training he kept flicking looks at Dan, trying to figure out when the hell to strike. The locker-room would have to be completely empty... but what was the chance of stalling Dan so much they'd be the only ones left? Conor had said he wanted real witnesses, so John had to lurk around and peek.
God, this was so wrong. When he started thinking about it, Martin could actually wind up with a broken face. If Dan decided to hit him.
They were finished, and Martin was about to leave for the locker-room when Skrtel stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Kells, a second."
"What?" Martin said, trying to muster a convincing smile. He felt like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. And he kinda had.
"You've been really distant today," the Slovak was staring at him, and Martin felt his left eye twitch.
"I have? Well, nothing's wrong, if that's what you're implying," he rushed out, and Skrtel gave him an unimpressed look. "Alright," he said after a small pause, "good."
Then he left. Martin breathed out long and hard.
When he walked into the locker-room John, that bitch, was talking to Dan. Coming closer Martin could hear him asking all these stupid questions, and Dan, being his nice self, was answering and explaining everything. John winked at him and Martin scowled, dropping heavily down on the floor to remove his shoes. There was a perfectly adequate bench, but Martin really preferred sitting on the floor.
"Could you show me now?" John said, and Dan nodded, "of course. Come on."
Martin gaped as the two left the locker-room, heading for the pitch again. Fucking hell. John was taking this seriously.
He weighed his options. Run off. Wait and get it over with. Jesus. Burying his face in his hands Martin part growled, part whined, and Carra gave him a weird look.
"You alright there, lad?"
"Yeah," Martin felt his cheeks heat up, and he quickly started untying his shoes.
Kiss Dan, kiss Dan, kiss Dan.
By the time John and Dan returned to the locker-room only Martin and Pepe were still there. They looked a little out of breath, Dan smiling widely and John laughing at something the Dane had said. For some reason Martin felt his stomach churn unpleasantly. Why were they getting on so well? Was something going on?
When the nature of the thoughts hit him Martin almost cringed. What was he doing suspecting something was going on between John and Dan? Jesus, like jokes and smiles meant something more, they never had, why was he thinking that now?
Pepe patted Martin on the shoulder as he passed him and gave a short wave and a smile to Dan and John when he left. Only the three of them left. John was probably gonna rush in and out of the shower now, giving Martin the opportunity to corner Dan before he left.
Breathing a little unsteadily the Brit got to his feet and wondered when the hell he started taking the task so seriously. Somehow he was more nervous about the actual kissing than the aftermath, which could involve everything from Dan punching in the face or getting him kicked off the team. His hair was still damp, and Martin ran a nervous hand through it. He was pulling on his jeans as slow as he could without it being blatantly obvious, and before he got them over his thighs John was already finished, rushing out with a cheeky grin.
Dan came out of the shower not thirty seconds later, and Martin avoided looking at him. One time he flickered his eyes over, but right then Dan was dropping the towel to start getting dressed, and Martin got a good view of his naked ass. Swallowing the lump in his throat he waited until Dan had gotten his jeans on, then he rose up from the bench and walked over.
Kiss him.
"Hey, Dan," Martin croaked, wincing at his own voice. Discreet, yeah, fucking hell.
"What's up?" Dan turned and gave him a tiny smile, the kind that was barely there, but lit his whole face up so handsomely Martin felt like smiling, too.
Martin just shut everything off, grabbed the older man's face with both hands and kissed him.
He'd expected Dan pushing him away and yell at him.
He'd expected Dan shoving him off and hit him.
He'd even expected Dan to nicely remove himself and tell Martin calmly that it wasn't appropriate, and that he wasn't into that kind of things, because Dan was a gentleman like that.
He'd never fucking expected Dan to do this; kiss him back. Never expected the Dane to slip and arm around his waist and keep him close, taking half a step closer to him. There were so many thoughts going through Martin's mind as he continued to kiss Dan, and it was almost he who jumped back when Dan's tongue coaxed his lips apart. Martin still had one hand on the Dane's cheek, but the other had found its way to Dan's neck. They kissed for what surely was a minute, before Martin hesitantly drew back and stared wide-eyed at his teammate. With a gentle hand Dan was rubbing Martin's hip, smile growing on his face.
After another long time of them just looking at each other, Dan stepped back, but not before he had pressed another chaste kiss to Martin's lips.
"You're a good kisser, I'll give you that," the Dane was grinning, and he started picking up his stuff and dropping it in his bag.
Martin still had no words. What was he supposed to say? There was nothing he could possibly say to what just happened, Dan was never supposed to kiss him back. It hadn't been in his wildest dreams... (dreams?).
"What's up, Kells? You were the one who kissed me!" Dan stopped packing and turned to the Brit, still grinning wide. "What'd you expect?" He even winked. Fucking winked.
"I-" Martin stuttered, his brain dying slowly inside his head. "You- What the fuck?"
Dan laughed, throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"See you, Kells," he said, and before Martin knew what was happening, Dan was kissing him again, this time without inhibitions. Dan's tongue slid wetly and easily against his own, and Martin answered the kiss quickly.
Two seconds later the older defender was halfway out the door, and Martin was left dumbfounded on his own. So many thoughts, so little room in his head.
"Hi, Dan."
"Hi, Flanno."
Martin felt like someone had thrown a bucket of icy water in his face. From the sound of his voice right outside the locker-room, Dan wasn't surprised to see John still hanging around. By himself, outside the door.
Fucking hell.
Dan had known.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Martin shouted, his ears and cheeks burning. How fucking mortifying. He could never show his face ever again in Liverpool. It was all a big joke. On him.
John poked his head in, grin going from ear to ear.
"I hate you," Martin said. "I hate you!"
John winked and ran off.
*
It had taken Martin another ten minutes to get out of the locker-room that afternoon. The shame was curling around him like a suffocating blanket, and he was now laying underneath his duvet, too upset to move anywhere else. Conor had texted him, giving him credit for going through with the dare. There were six, huge smiley faces at the end of the message, and Martin could just picture Conor sitting in his room laughing his ass off.
How the hell the guys had convinced Dan to let Martin kiss him was beyond him. How had they approached him? They couldn't have just walked up and said 'hey, we're gonna dare Kells to kiss you, just go with it, will ya?', that was impossible.
His head hurt.
And there was a knock on the door.
Sighing Martin contemplated just not answering, but it could be his mum, because she'd said she was gonna stop by some time and see if he managed to keep his apartment clean. Padding out from the small bedroom the Brit stopped momentarily at the mirror, taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. What the hell.
Opening the door Martin's eyes shot open.
"Can I come in?" Dan smiled gently, stepping inside before Martin could muster a nod. He closed the door after himself, as the younger man seemed incapable of doing anything.
"I'm sorry," Martin finally found his voice, and instantly felt his cheeks heat up, "I shouldn't have acted out on it, it was just a stupid game. I know they told you, and obviously you're kinda okay with it, even if I don't underst-"
Dan shook his head, and again caught Martin completely off guard, pressing their lips together. It grew heated awfully fast, as if Dan had to prove a point. Martin kind of just went with it, his knees buckling slightly underneath him as the Dane made a low groaning noise into his mouth.
"Dan-" the Brit mumbled, breaking off the kiss. He was so fucking confused. "You don't have to kiss me."
"I want to," Dan said sincerely, small smile playing at his lips. "I know what you did back at Melwood was a dare, but you didn't push me away when I kissed you back."
"I..." Martin said, voice faltering for a moment, "I guess."
"Listen," Dan said, "if you don't want me here right now, I'll leave." He took another step back, his expression as honest as Martin had ever seen it.
He thought about what Dan was offering for a minute.
"Don't go," he finally said. He broke into a smile. "Stay."
#13
Pairing: Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel
Title: A Chance Meeting (AU)
Rating: PG
Request by: poynterjoness (Okay, I know this prompt had so much f***ing potential and I just kinda shortened it a whole lot, but it's what I came up with for it :-))
Kelly was sitting in the kitchen looking out the window the day the moving truck drove up to the house next door. It had just been sold, and Kelly was curious who would be moving in. Maybe there would be someone his age. Which would be cool, because there weren't that many teenagers in the street.
*
The first time Kelly saw him his heart beat twice as fast and his stomach did a weird tumble. He wasn't strikingly beautiful or handsome, but the sharp features of his face and tall stature spoke to Kelly like a calling from heaven. There was a sudden urge in his movements as he jogged down the stairs and outside, not even knowing what he was doing until he was standing on his new neighbors' doorstep.
"Hello," Kelly said when the door opened.
"Hi," the boy from yesterday stood in front of him, slightly quizzical look on his face.
"I'm your neighbor. Martin Kelly."
They shook hands and shared a smile.
"Martin Skrtel."
It was like someone had lit a fire in him, and from the looks of it (Martin's hand lingering, not letting go of Kelly's. The heated gaze they kept, neither breaking eye-contact. The small, sexy smile on Martin's lips), the feeling was mutual. There was an immediate attraction, neither could deny that. And Kelly couldn't wait to explore all the opportunities.
By the end of the next hour the two boys were laying side by side in Kelly's garden, soaking up the sun. It was fair to say Kelly's lower parts had twitched when the Slovak offered to help him with the sunscreen. Kelly didn't have a thing for hands, but maybe he had a thing for Martin's hands.
*
"Martin," Kelly's dad was looking serious, the tone of his voice the same.
"What?" he asked, worry making him hesitant to sit down at the dinner table.
"Have you met our new neighbors yet?"
"Yeah, I actually-"
"Stop," his father interrupted him, and Kelly's snapped his mouth shut. His dad hadn't been home all day, and didn't know his son had been hanging out with the new neighbor boy. And from the sound of his voice Kelly would probably be better off not telling about it.
"You are not to visit them."
"Why?" the Brit frowned, and his father's face darkened.
"Because Adam Howard destroyed my company, and I will not have you associate with such a filthy, unworthy person."
Wow. Rage.
"Okay, but what about his son?" Kelly said slowly.
"No."
That was all there was.
*
Kelly was in bed, two nights later. Since the talk with his father he'd been thinking a lot. He remember when a rivaling company had completely pressed Kelly's father out of business, and they had to move further up north to save the company. It hadn't been pretty, and Kelly knew there was a lot of pent up anger from nine years ago. But Kelly couldn't remember that guy having a son back then.
He had only seen Martin once since two days ago. They'd shared a look over the hedge, a long glance that spoke volumes.
It was ridiculous. If Kelly wanted to hang out with Martin, he should be fucking able to. No matter what his dad's relationship with Martin's dad was, it had nothing to do with him.
Climbing out of bed Kelly went to the window, slipping out quietly. He didn't even know what he was doing, he just jumped out in the bushes and out in the garden. The houses were big, one-story buildings, so luckily he didn't have to jump down from the roof to get outside in the middle of the night. Which he'd been doing a lot this summer.
It was either a one-in-a-million coincidence, or Martin had seen Kelly go out, because soon he was standing in his own garden, the moonlight illuminating his pale chest and face. Kelly sat down in the grass, silently looking at the boy next door who was looking back, also quiet. The tattoos on his bare arms seemed alive, the patterns playing on the skin with every shift of muscle and light.
"Can't sleep?" Martin said, after he'd stepped over the tiny hedge and sat down next to Kelly.
"Not really," he murmured.
The Slovak moved a little closer, nudging Kelly's cheek with his nose. Taking a deep breath Kelly's eyelids fell closed and he turned his head. Martin kissed him, and it was soft and innocent and so unlike Martin's appearance it surprised Kelly greatly. They kept kissing a little, then they broke apart and fell back into silence.
It was getting lighter, the sun not out, but making the stars fade and the darkness pull back.
"My dad says we're 'not allowed' to hang out," Kelly rolled his eyes. It felt so natural, sitting next to Martin on the wet grass. Drops of dew made his pajama pants moist, but he didn't think about it.
"My dad's given me the same line. What a cliché, right?" he snorted.
"I can't remember you from those years back," Kelly said, resting his chin on his knees, eyes following Martin's profile from his hairline to his chin.
"Mum remarried. He's not my real father," Martin tilted his head and made eye-contact.
"Oh," Kelly said.
Leaning closer the Slovak pressed their lips together again, and Kelly opened his mouth up to him.
"I'll see you later," he said, standing up. There were goosebumps on his stomach and arms. He must be cold, Kelly thought, he's been sitting out here with me for hours shirtless.
"Yeah," the Brit nodded.