Late Night Call
Title: Late Night Call
Authors: narya86 & tetila
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All made up!
Summary: “I would love to touch you right now.”
A/N: So... this takes place some time in the past. Happier, uncomplicated times. And... it's a PWP! Definitely something new there. ^^
Late Night Call
It was late already, after midnight, and the living room was dark except for the colourful reflections that the television screen projected.
Dan was sprawled lazily on the couch, his thoughts running like syrup as he watched the hectic images of the late night action thriller. He wasn’t quite tired yet, just in that comfortable state of drowsiness, limbs heavy, head wonderfully empty.
The sound of his mobile ringing was harsh and sudden in the quiet solitude of his living room, making him turn away from the moving pictures on the television and reach for it. Dan smiled when he saw the familiar number blinking on the display.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping already?”
“I tried,” Fernando’s voice answered, slightly cackly over the line but warm and familiar and a little sleepily and with an audible smile colouring it. “But I wanted to hear your voice.”
Dan chuckled warmly into the line. Fernando could be so soppy sometimes. “It’s only been a few hours, Nando,” he answered teasingly, the affection colouring his voice as he rolled onto his back, putting one arm under his head.
“So?” the Spaniard pouted audibly and there were soft sounds of rustling sheets. “But sure, go ahead, make fun of me for missing you.”
That pout. It always worked on him, like it pushed some big Fernando shaped button deep inside him that made him want to hug and cherish the other man, to give him everything he had. “No babe, I’d never make fun of you,” he replied softly, listening to Fernando’s “Mmhh” and his soft breathing as a moment of silence fell between them.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, hitch. Almost drowned by the sounds of the movie on television.
Dan knew that sound from long sweaty nights spent together between the sheets and he felt a shiver run through him as the hairs on his arm stood up. His body was so attuned to Fernando’s he wouldn’t have been able to stop the rush of heat that cursed through him and down in the pit of his stomach, even if he had wanted to.
“Fernando?” he asked, his voice sounding huskier and deeper in his own ears. “What are you doing?”
“Hmmm?” Fernando hummed back, the sound lazy and could have been mistaken for sleep-laden. “I’m great… just keep talking?”
Dan shifted on the couch, smirking to himself. That boy surprised him each day anew. A devil with a halo, little angel in disguise. He quickly grabbed the remote and muted the television, not going to miss even the softest of sounds of this.
“I would love to touch you right now.”
And it wasn’t a lie. He let his hand run down over his shirt-clad stomach and underneath it, caressing his own skin as he imagined touching Fernando in the same manner.
He was rewarded with a soft sigh, barely audible over the line, but it found its way to his ear and transformed into a gentle shiver that ran through his nerves. “You’re addicted to touching me,” Fernando remarked, his smile coming right through the connection.
Even now Dan was already too far gone to stop whatever they are doing here. Not that he wanted to. The image of Fernando lying on white bed sheets with his hair tousled from sleep, touching himself went straight to his cock.
“I would pull the sheets off your body and let my hands run up those legs of yours. Touch that soft skin on your inner thigh till you’re unable to do anything but open them for me,” Dan breathed into the phone while he let his own leg fall to one side, softly tracing the outline of his growing erection.
A low, strangled groan made him suck in a deep breath. “Not in the mood for much foreplay, are we?” Fernando asked and Dan could practically hear the dirty grin grazing his lover’s lips.
“I would lick my way up from your bellybutton to your nipples,” Dan hissed, his breath was coming in short bursts as he gripped his cock harder now. “I’m so fucking hard, Fernando,” he moaned as he could almost taste the freckled skin on his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Fernando groaned in his ear, the sound accompanied by rustling sheets and followed by a deep breath. “Has anyone ever told you that your voice is the sexiest thing on earth?”
Dan smirked into the phone, had never known the blond had a thing for his voice. That information he would store away for their next face to face meeting.
“Tell me, are you touching yourself?”
“Fucking hell, of course!” The empathetic affirmation came among breathless laughter. “God, Dan… got rid of the sheets, spread my legs, just like you said. Any… suggestion for what next?”
Dan felt his own cock twitch and swell at the image his mind created of the other man and another strangled groan escaped him. “I want to taste you, run my lips over your skin and suck your nipples into my mouth. I would lick and flick them with my tongue until they’re red and so fucking hard and you’re a quivering mess underneath me.”
Fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. He took his free hand from his cock and licked over his own palm. The smacking sound could be heard clearly between their shallow breaths. When he finally sneaked the hand into his shorts and around his aching length, Dan couldn’t help but thrust mindlessly into his own hand.
“Dan, Danny, I…” Fernando stopped, whimpered, sucked in a few quick breaths and tried again. “Tell me you’d touch me, please, I need… God, I’m so hard and you haven’t… ngnn…”
Dan’s fingers clenched tightly around the mobile he was holding as he helplessly bucked into his own touch again. Fernando always begged so beautifully. He could just imagine the blush that surely would be colouring his face by now and the sweat-matted hair that would cling to his forehead and lashes which Dan would brush away so he could look into Fernando’s eyes.
“Fuck, I would touch you… my hand stroking your cock. I would spread your pre-cum over the head between the strokes and you would tense and arch into my touch… fuck, but I would deny you. My hand on your stomach holding your down.”
The sound that reached his ear and shot straight down to his rock-hard erection was somewhere between a whimper and a sob, and he could so clearly picture Fernando in his mind, how he mirrored whatever Dan said, that it was like a 3D movie where he just had to reach out and take control over Fernando’s every move and dictate whatever pleasure he was willing to give him.
“Dan… please…”
Dan smirked at the sweet desperate sounds Fernando made. Not that he was in any better state right now, but he loved to have that kind of power over his boyfriend. “Please what?” he asked teasingly, opening his own legs a bit more to give his hand even more space.
“You bastard,” Fernando groaned, his voice trembling and breathless. “Why aren’t you here to fuck me?!”
Dan chuckled and slowed the movement of his hand down, only lazily stroking himself and every now and then smearing the sticky fluid at the tip. He needed this to last a bit longer.
“Babe, get your fingers wet for me.”
“God, finally,” his lover sighed, soft smacking sounds following almost immediately, and Fernando hummed around what could only be his fingers.
God, how Dan would love to feel the slick heat around his fingers. He could imagine it vividly. The sucking and the licking, the sweet pressure from Fernando’s cheeks. Fuck. His rhythm faltered as he successfully teased himself into a frenzy and he couldn’t stop himself from making low growling sounds of pleasure before he concentrated on Fernando on the other end once again.
“Did you get them all wet for me?”
“Yes,” his lover panted, his voice having taken on an almost hopeful tone as he continued. “Can I…?”
“Do it,” Daniel ordered sharply. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers while you jerk off to me. Can you do that, Fernando? Can you fuck yourself?”
There was a softly clattering sound at the other end of the line, loud rusting of sheets and then a string of Spanish curses of a voice that was slightly dulled by distance before it came back clearer.
“Dan? Shit, I… okay… put you on speaker… fuck…” Fernando trailed off, breathing shakily, and then there was a moan that sent a shudder through Dan’s every nerve.
Dan just knew Fernando had his legs spread as far as he could manage, making him look wanton and indecent. “That’s it, Fernando. Just like that. Yeah. Push your fingers inside.” And Dan was back pumping his cock viciously, the picture of his beautifully debauched boyfriend behind his eyes, and with the sounds he was given it wasn’t hard at all. Fernando had audibly given up restraint, his gasps and moans echoing in the room, and between them a desperate, loving chorus of Dan, Dan, Dan.
“Yes, don’t hold back. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good it feels. Come on, Nando. Come for me,” Dan encourage between his own moans and groans, feeling every nerve in his body tense as if on fire. He was so close…
Dan knew exactly when Fernando was coming, heard it in the way his breathing stopped for just a heartbeat, felt it in the way he cried out, and finally was shaken right to the core by the half sobbed, half whispered, “I love you…”
He could only dig his fingers into the plastic of the mobile he was holding, trying to anchor himself as he felt his toes curl and the room starting to spin around him. His hand gained speed and with a last delicious twist at the end of a stroke he was spurting his release into his own hand and over the fabric of his shorts, Fernando’s admission ringing in his ears finally giving him the last shove and tipping him over the edge.
For a few moments harsh breathing from both ends of the line was all that Dan could hear, a hitch in the slowing breaths from Fernando, then soft rustling of sheets again. A sigh.
“Wow… Danny?”
“Mmh… yeah?” he asked, his voice still slightly shaky while he tried to wipe his hand on the fabric of his shirt.
“You nearly killed me there,” he got as an answer, wrapped in gentle laughter.
“I love you,” Dan only replied softly, a smile on his lips when Fernando purred contently in reply.
“You’d better. Is that stupid movie over now? Come to bed already, I can’t sleep without you.”
Dan chuckled amusedly and turned his head to take a look at the forgotten television. Sure enough the movie was still running. “The credits are already rolling. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
“I’m waiting,” Fernando replied softly, smiling, just before the line disconnected and Dan was alone again.
He knew he was smiling like a soft idiot as he moved to get up from the couch but did nothing to get it under control. Fernando just had that effect on him, and there was nothing he’d ever want to do to change it.
The television was switched off, the mobile thrown carelessly onto the table. And his steps carried him up the stairs towards his bedroom to where his boyfriend was waiting.
~ The End ~