Family Affairs (8/12)
Title: Family Affairs
Chapters: 8/12 ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 )
Authors: jumping_down & narya86
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: Have we finally reached the NC-17 stage? Hell yes we have. ^^
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, we don’t own the boys.
Summary: Fernando’s gaze involuntarily flickered up to where, right across from the table, the largest source of his irritation was sitting. His soon-to-be stepbrother.
A/N: Wow, long time no see. Blame the time difference - could anyone make the sun shine all over the world at the same time? Short one, hope you'll like it anyway. :)
Chapter 8
The dishes were almost empty, Saltimbocca alla Romana, rosemary potatoes, a ruby red Valpolicella in their wine glasses leaving a delicious, complete taste on each of their tongues. It was pleasantly calm in the dining room, no taunt remarks, no arguments, no jibes or barbs. The black-haired woman and her soon-to-be-husband exchanged what wasn’t the first puzzled but amused glance while their sons were eating in innocent silence, even exchanging the occasional polite word or two.
Weeks had passed since that first, so awkward dinner in the very same room together as a family, and since then there had been ups and downs in the behaviour of the two young men towards each other. That night clearly was one of the ups.
“That was delicious, Flori,” Dan finally spoke up, leaning back on his chair, and Fernando beamed at her, quite obviously proud of the fact that his mother was very capable of dishing such a meal without the help of any housekeeper or cook if she was in the mood.
When they were all done it was Fernando who offered to collect the dishes, get them out to the kitchen and put the final touches to their Zabaione dessert. And while their parents began to engage in a conversation about an upcoming opening of a new art gallery, the younger man’s gaze quietly followed the figure of his stepbrother walking out of the room.
“I think I’ll just get myself some more water,” Dan abruptly stood up, already too distracted with following Fernando in the kitchen to notice his father glaring at him for his rudeness. “I’ll be back in a jiff,” Daniel added hurriedly, grabbing his still-full glass and already half-running out of the dining room.
“And give your brother a hand with the dishes!” Markus called after him sternly.
True to his word the blond was in the kitchen already, putting the plates away into the dishwasher. And either he hadn’t heard Dan coming after him or just didn’t bother reacting.
This was such a perfect position: Fernando bent over by the dishwasher. Daniel brazenly reached out and groped Fernando’s ass. The blond didn’t flinch, so he must have heard him coming in - and when he turned his head to face Dan, the corners of his mouth were twitching.
“Could you keep your hands to yourself even if you wanted to?”
“What does it matter?” Dan asked, roughly pulling up the Spaniard to straighten up. “I don’t want to.” Then he slammed their mouth together in a kiss, preventing any more words right from the start.
Fernando gasped but instinctively parted his lips to let him in, the kiss rushed, hungry, frantic, the blond pushing Dan back against the counter. The Dane groaned, and already Fernando was there again, silencing him with another kiss. Muttering between kissing, nibbling and biting, “Be quiet.”
The words drowning in lips meeting again like magnets.
“Our parents will…”
***
“… see us… they could come home any minute…”
And indeed, from the door one had an excellent view on the modern winding stairs that led up to the next floor of their penthouse. They had made it up exactly six steps, their shoes and jackets thrown to the ground in a path leading up to them, stumbling, groping, kissing, not willing to break contact, before Dan finally had a few buttons of Fernando’s shirt undone, more kissing, his hands dipping inside, warm skin, a shudder.
“Daaaan,” Fernando keened, his voice coming out high-pitched and unearthly as Dan’s cold hand slipped inside his briefs. “You get a thrill out of pushing your luck, right?” The words accompanied by fingertips digging deeply into Dan’s shoulders.
“Says the boy who is spread out on our staircase,” Daniel snickered, and it was ironic that Fernando chose that time to spread his legs wider to give him more room.
“You’re too heavy, couldn’t stand up anyway…” Fernando breathed deeply, his hands finding their way underneath Dan’s long-sleeve shirt.
“Open up now,” Dan coaxed, pinning down Fernando’s legs with one hand and tugging at the boy’s jeans with another.
“Wait…” the blond moaned even as his eyes were falling shut. “Really, we can’t… not…”
***
“… not here,” the words were muttered against Dan’s ear, barely audible over the rhythmic beat of the music filtering into the club’s restroom.
“Where have I heard that before?” Dan grunted distractedly, his hands busy with the fancy clasps on Fernando’s jeans. “Jesus Christ, this is worse than a bra.”
Fernando laughed breathlessly, letting his head sink against the cabin wall, not making even one move to help him. “Can’t make it all too easy for you, now can I?”
Dan threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “I give up!” He worked on his own fly and pulled down his underwear. Fernando stared at his cock blankly, and Daniel motioned at it. “Well?”
A not so amused look flashed over his stepbrother’s face, his eyes narrowed, and his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Dan’s length to squeeze, eliciting a gasp. “You’re the one who dragged us in here despite both your and my friends out there. Now if you want to have sex, you’re damn well gonna open my jeans yourself.”
Dan cupped Fernando’s chin. “Don’t use that pout on me, baby.”
“I’ll pout all I want,” the blond shot back, challengingly returning his gaze.
“You can pout around my cock,” Dan coaxed, running his hands through Fernando’s hair.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Fernando murmured, his breath ghosting over the younger boy’s lips. “My mouth around your cock, sucking, licking, hot and wet, your hands in my hair to hold me in place… right? Well… too bad. Because it’ll be just you and your hand tonight if you don’t get my jeans open right fucking now.”
Daniel felt a surge of rage boil all the way up until his throat. With a loud growl, he grabbed Fernando by the shoulders and spun him around, then slammed him against the side of the cubicle.
“This is why I fucking hate you,” Dan hissed. He placed his hand square on Fernando’s back to keep him down. Then he wrapped his free arm around Fernando’s waist - with a ferocious grunt, he pulled at the fly of Fernando’s jeans. The club outside was noisy, but Daniel was sure he heard the sound of thread snapping and metal clasps falling on the floor.
“Bastard,” the blond hissed as he braced himself against the cubicle wall but wriggled his hips until Dan had both jeans and scant black boxer briefs out of the way. “You’re gonna buy me a new one for this.”
“You looked better without them anyway,” Dan answered with as much sweetness as Fernando could detect under his horny, husky tone. He grabbed Fernando’s bare hips. “Now can I…”
***
“… fuck you?”
Fernando laughed disbelievingly, his gaze darting out the car windows from where he was pressed into the leather of the backseat.
“You’re insane.”
Dan laughed and pressed a kiss on Fernando’s neck. “Don’t I get a reward for fetching you from school?”
“Alright,” the blond relented with a small grin, stealing a kiss from the other boy’s lips and drawing him nearer with his legs around Dan’s hips. “But if anyone sees us, I’ll murder you in your sleep.”
Dan steadied Fernando’s hips - “Well, if you’re gonna thrust the way you normally do, people are going to see the car rocking and they’ll know what we’re doing.” He added, with a feathery stroke at Fernando’s thigh, “Think you have yourself under control?”
“I’m not sure,” the blond answered after a few heartbeats of silence, but then a smile broke out on his features. “But since it’s not mine but your life on the line, I’m willing to take that risk.”
Dan grinned, unperturbed. “You know I’m just worried for you, baby,” he murmured between kisses.
“Worrying for me over your own life?” Fernando smiled, fingers tangling in Dan’s short hair to keep him there, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Never thought so, but you manage to surprise me again and again. Now come on…”
Daniel smiled back - fondly so. Placing a tight grip on Fernando’s hips and lifting them easily, he yanked the Spaniard’s long body closer to him until his ass rested on Daniel’s crotch. The younger boy’s cock teasingly slid between Fernando’s butt cheeks.
The blond let his eyes fall shut and groaned, “Please, Danny, too many windows for teasing.”
Danny. That nickname sent shivers down Daniel’s spine, right along with the tightness in Fernando’s quivering voice. Without warning, Dan pressed forward, the head of his member breaching Fernando’s entrance swiftly. Fernando groaned painfully, but he was always like that at the start. It was strange how Daniel was getting used to it.
He watched how the freckled features changed from tense to more relaxed, lips parting, then felt a hand finding its way to the back of his neck to draw him down again. The affirmation that he should go on was foregone for a kiss and the encouraging twist of Fernando’s hips.
Dan clawed at the upholstery of his car in a weak effort to restrain himself from pushing all the way in. He wondered if he would leave scratches on the leather, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to care. He thrust slowly, trying to enter inch by inch even while Fernando was trying to meet him impatiently. Warm breath ghosted over Dan’s cheek as the blond drew his head back a little.
“Harder…”
Just that whispered word made his hips jerk forward like a gunshot, unable to restrain himself, and he was rewarded with a quiet, shuddering sigh.
“Yes, just…”
***
“… like that, yes!” Fernando cried out, completely overtaken and uncontrolled. “Fuck yes!” He threw his head back and he could vaguely see his room upside down as Daniel thrust into him harder, half on the bed, half falling off of it. His fingers were gripping the sheets tightly, trying to find something to hold on to, to anchor himself to, his legs firmly wrapped around Dan’s waist. At least he didn’t have to choke the sounds that escaped him in his pillow that night, no one else home but them, and for once he enjoyed the rush of just letting loose all reigns, the dizziness of adrenaline, arousal and upside down vision.
Dan gritted his teeth to keep from ramming into Fernando too fast or else he was going to come soon. He needed this to last longer. He wanted this to last longer. Chances like these were rare and far between as they were - but with Fernando limp and willing and eager in front of him, wailing at the top of his lungs, his voice ragged and thick with emotion…
“FUCK!” Dan roared loudly, as his orgasm hit him, wave after wave after wave. Fernando moaned with him, feeling the heat spread inside him. Dan thrust in and out of Fernando as he rode out the last throes of his climax, even when he was flagging, even when his arms were about to crumble beneath him.
Finally Dan wanted nothing more than to just lay down and relax his trembling body, but Fernando’s blushed, sweaty face and the rushed words somewhere between commanding and pleading, “No, don’t stop, not yet, damn it!” were enough for him to try and keep it together just a moment longer even though his chest was heaving and his vision was nothing but blurry. Mindlessly, he reached between their bodies, his hand wrapping around Fernando’s still rock-hard cock, and two, three uncoordinated tugs were enough to send the blond spiralling over the edge as well.
After endless, endless seconds and a long, drawn-out whimper, Fernando went boneless under him and Dan weakly tried to draw away. But Fernando was still lying only half on the bed, the silken sheets started to slip, and Dan’s arms shot out even before his ears picked up the soft muttering.
“Hold…”
***
“… me…”
Tiredly but just as readily, Dan wrapped his arms around Fernando’s waist, holding the quivering boy close to him so that his legs wouldn’t give from beneath him. The warm spray of the shower was still falling onto their skin, washing away the ropes of come down their stomachs and legs. He could feel Fernando’s upper body expanding with every breath, his heart slowing, and finally the blond head sank back against his shoulder.
“… alright?” Dan asked softly, his eyes drooping half-closed now.
Fernando’s breath was damp against Dan’s neck. “Yeah, just give me a second to catch my breath.”
Dan nodded, feeling the ache begin to creep into his legs, his back, his arms - “We won’t be trying that position again in a while.”
Fernando laughed weakly. “And to think I always wondered why you got the bigger bathroom with this monster of a shower… not to mention the bathtub. Didn’t know it would come in handy one day.”
Daniel laughed too, shaking his head. “Well, you’re welcome back to my monster shower anytime.”
“Good to know,” Fernando replied with a sated grin. “Be prepared to find me sneaking in if I’m in need of more room.”
“Oh. Like that night you climbed into my bed at three in the morning?” Dan teased.
Fernando lifted his head just enough to stick out his tongue at his brother. “It was cold in my room, okay.”
Dan was quick to grab the tongue between his lips to suckle on it. As soon as he had caught it though Fernando pulled back just a little, laughing, evading him by a mere breath as Dan tried again. The younger one growled, but Fernando just grinned and caught his own lower lip between his teeth. So Dan settled for nibbling on Fernando’s earlobe while the blond combed his fingers through Dan’s short hair.
“And I can’t remember you complaining,” Fernando finally murmured with a smile but then finally detached himself with a sigh from his stepbrother and leaned his head back to catch some more water, running a hand through his dripping hair.
“Alright, I guess we should…”
***
“… really go now,” Fernando finally broke away from the kiss, wanting to turn towards the fridge but not succeeding before Dan had pressed their lips together at least once more. But the younger one had obviously accepted the truth of Fernando’s words since when he was done he hurried without request to finish filling the dishwasher while Fernando, a small grin on his lips, got the four small dessert dishes already filled with the Zabaione cream.
When Daniel was done, Fernando had sprinkled the cream with cocoa and chocolate shavings and decorated it with a cookie and one strawberry, all in record time. Without words Dan reached out to brush some tangled strands of blond hair back into place while Fernando quickly fixed a button on Dan’s shirt that had been forgotten, straightening the cloth. One last scrutinising glance, a quick washing of hands, a quiet “Okay, go”, grabbing the dessert, and they were gone.
Daniel walked back into the dining room, drying his hands on a dishtowel, and Fernando followed quietly just a few seconds later behind him.
“What took you boys so long?” Flori asked, sipping her coffee daintily.
“Sorry, mom.” Fernando spoke meekly, quickly putting the dessert dishes down on the table.
Daniel glanced at the adorable way the Spaniard was blushing, and he had to bite back a smile when he added, “Yeah, we just had some trouble with the, uh, dishwasher.”
More like there was a small dent in the dishwasher after Fernando had inadvertently kicked it at a particularly nice twist of Dan’s fingers inside of him. But there was no need to get into details.
Fernando glared at him meaningfully. “Not like Dan actually knows how to use a dishwasher.”
Dan’s jaw dropped as he pulled back his seat and plopped down. “Excuse me. You just stood around in the kitchen and ordered me around because you were too afraid to get your pretty little cardigan dirty.”
Fernando snapped back as he took his seat beside his mother, “Look, first of all, this is not a cardigan, it’s a pullover. And second, it’s an Izod pullover so, yes, I had to be careful. And third, I had to finish the dessert.”
Markus huffed impatiently and folded his newspaper. Flori glanced at her fiancé and shrugged. For a few moments during dinner, it had seemed like they were all starting to get along - but as it turned out, nothing out of the ordinary was actually happening.
~ TBC in Chapter 9 ~