Just Gotten Started

[narya86]

Title: Just Gotten Started
Authors: narya86 & tetila
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Very obvious that this is not real.
Summary: Fernando rather let himself got lost. Just them and their moving bodies and the beat and the heat between them. If that wasn’t the fucking best dance of his life.
A/N: 7770 words of porn, with just a hint of plot. Hope you enjoy. :D



Just Gotten Started

“This is ridiculous!”

Fernando was fuming, and he was pretty sure he had a perfectly good reason to be.

“How many times do I have to say no to the little fucker until he fucking gets it?!”

The young man walking beside him hummed in agreement, his hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans as he listened to his friend’s ranting while he kicked a single pebble lying on the street and watching it tumble to the side and into a drain.

“It’s the way you dance, baby, no one in their right mind could resist you then.”

Even though Fernando didn’t see the Dane’s face in the half-darkness of the pretty much abandoned street they were walking down he knew the he was frowning, could practically hear it in his voice.

Then why are you? Fernando wanted to throw at Dan but couldn’t, not really, so he settled for scowling.

“I go dancing because I want to have fun, so how the hell am I supposed to have fun if dancing just attracts assholes? I like dancing, damnit!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the little bastard won’t try again. I think you were quite clear when you told him you would rather dance with a dead rat,” Dan said dryly. “God knows I wouldn’t touch that ugly shithead either,” he added after a pause, shuddering as if he just imagined something vile. “Just forget him, Nando.”

Fernando kicked at a garbage bin they were passing instead of answering, because he was pretty sure that he would still try again, no matter what he said or did, but it didn’t manage to do much more than make his foot throb. So he searched for his keys since they had nearly reached the apartment he lived in with three of his friends.

“It’s fucking one in the morning and I’m already home. Everything that’s wrong in this world…”

“I’m sure we can find something else to entertain you with,” Dan threw in as they stopped in front of a small apartment complex, most windows were already dark and only a few still radiated soft, yellow light.

“Oh yeah?” Fernando raised his eyebrows, letting his gaze flicker over to his friend as he unlocked the door.

Yes, he was still annoyed as fuck. But at least Dan had come with him when he had stormed out of that party - in contrast to his other best friends and flatmates, he could say, who had opted to just party on.

Fernando didn’t wait for an answer but entered the apartment as soon as the door was open. He needed another drink.

“Sure, feel free to swing those hips of yours to that stuff you call music and I’ll get the tequila I hid from Sergio last time,” Dan answered and followed Fernando into the apartment, and for the first time since that party Fernando felt the corners of his mouth twitch.

“What’s that supposed to mean? That stuff I call music?”

Nevertheless he toed off his shoes and went straight into the spacious living room, switched on two of their smaller lights and then turned towards the stereo.

Dan had disappeared into the kitchen and Fernando could hear him opening and closing cupboards while he was humming a catchy tune under his breath. “You do realize no one knows any of the music you listen to?” Dan answered when he joined him in the living room, two shot glasses in one and a bottle of tequila in the other hand. “Haven’t found lemons, so this has to do,” he continued, grinning as he lifted both of his arms to show Fernando the glasses and the alcohol.

“Oh come on, that’s disgusting,” Fernando rolled his eyes and searched his iPod that was, luckily, still plugged into the stereo. “I’ll drink one, but only if you find me that bottle of Cuarenta y Tres that should still be in the cabinet.”

Dan snorted. “Talk about disgusting. I strongly advise you to man-up your drinking habits or one could think you’re a girl,” he teased, but nonetheless put the tequila and the glasses onto the small table and went to get Fernando’s liqueur from the cabinet.

“Just shut up and get me my drink!” the Spaniard shouted after him and finally settled on a song.

As the music began to fill the living room Fernando turned towards the kitchen and just caught a glimpse of how Dan reached up to get that bottle down. His t-shirt riding up at the movement revealed a strip of skin, low-riding jeans and the hem of shorts peeking out from underneath, and Fernando cursed silently to himself.

“Give me that,” he snatched the bottle out of Dan’s hand as soon as the Dane had stepped foot into the living room again, turned away, uncapped the bottle and took a long swig.

“Be careful with that stuff, it stabs you in the back when you’re not looking,” Dan laughed and poured himself a glass of tequila before drinking it, immediately going for a second and a third one afterwards and all the while Fernando could feel his friend’s eyes resting on him, almost like a sixth sense tingling at the back of his neck.

“I know the ‘stuff’. No need to worry,” Fernando muttered, raised the bottle to his lips again and let the bittersweet taste fill his senses. He could practically feel the tension slowly melting away from him, and he let his head sink back, the bottle still held against his stomach.

As if to prove something to his friend the song he had picked was by Placebo - he was pretty sure that even Dan would recognise the voice. It wasn’t one of the kind they would ever play at any party though, calmer, the beat deep and resounding like a heartbeat, almost trance-like. Just what he needed now - to let the beat fill his body, direct the way his hips moved in small, slow, fluid motions, close his eyes and relax.

“Okay, I know ‘Running Up That Hill’, I’ll give you that. Might have spent too much time in your company,” Dan’s voice commented on his choice of music, much closer than it had been before, and when Fernando opened his eyes again he saw him standing in front of the stereo, holding out a shot glass with tequila for him. A small half smile playing on his lips as he spoke. “Your turn.”

Fernando sighed and rolled his shoulders, but he did reach out and took the shot glass out of Dan’s hand. Their fingers brushed and he shuddered a little, couldn’t control himself enough. To hide it he didn’t pause to bring the glass to his lips and drown the tequila, grimacing as it ran down his throat.

“Right. I’ll definitely leave it at that,” Fernando said, turned away again and took a deep breath.

Stupid Danish idiot.

There was a light touch on his hip and he felt Dan’s warm body slide up behind him, his chest almost touching Fernando’s back but he didn’t close those final few inches between their bodies. “Come on, you said you wanted to dance,” Dan’s voice said right into his ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck.

Fernando closed his eyes and swallowed heavily. He didn’t look back, didn’t protest, didn’t curse Dan out loud as he was doing silently in his head. He just tried to keep his breathing steady and his heart from running away and moved, slow and steady, nothing but the deep beat in his ears, Dan’s hand burning on his hip.

They moved together, slowly finding a rhythm to the pulsing beat of the song, their bodies so close Fernando could sense the warmth radiating from Dan even though they still weren’t touching. The fingers on his hips tightened and rubbed caressing circles through the material of his shirt as they danced like this until the last note of the song finally faded away.

Before Dan had the chance to draw away though, Fernando’s hand had found the one resting on his hip, pressing it to his clothes to prevent him from going anywhere.

The song, stuck on repeat, started again.

Dan didn’t miss a beat, his movements fluidly matching those of Fernando as if their bodies had an invisible, natural understanding of each other. And then, just a fracture of a heartbeat later, Dan finally pressed closer, so close it felt like every inch of them was touching.

Drowning, Fernando was drowning, falling fast, faster, his senses overloading until all he knew was Dan. His touch, his smell, his deep voice humming in his ear and he could almost taste him. His own breath sounded ragged in his ears and he didn’t trust himself to open his eyes again. Fernando rather let himself got lost. Just them and their moving bodies and the beat and the heat between them.

If that wasn’t the fucking best dance of his life.

The second time the music ended came far, far too quickly.

It was like a bucket of cold water when Dan stopped moving and detached himself from his back, taking one step back, then two, three, leaving Fernando’s body pulsing with a burning, screaming need for more, while all the places Dan had touched him were hot and cold and tingling at the same time.

“Time for some more alcohol,” Dan said before turning to get the forgotten tequila from beside the stereo, taking a big gulp directly from the bottle.

Fernando’s hands were trembling. When he sat the bottle still clutched in his left hand down on the side table, it clanked loudly, but he didn’t pay any attention to it.

It had always, always been like this between them, from the moment they had been introduced to each other about two years ago. The jokes, the touches, the flirting, right from the very start, and back then Fernando had never even thought about it. So maybe - probably - that was the whole crux of it, the reason why Dan just didn’t see that Fernando had realised that he could very well do with more between them.

Like fucking each other silly every chance they got.

But subtlety - or even more than that - was obviously lost on Dan and Fernando damn well had enough.

He didn’t turn around to face his friend when he said it, gaze fixed on a point somewhere on the floor.

“Are you ever going to get that I want you?”

Fernando had barely spoken the words when he felt a hand roughly grabbing his arm, making him turn and face Dan whose face possessed a look Fernando had never seen before. “Are you drunk?”

“Are you stupid?!” Fernando threw back at him, wrenching his arm free and pushing Dan away from him. His breathing was laboured, his heart beating in his throat.

Something flashed in Dan’s eyes as he stumbled back a bit before he managed to get a hold of Fernando’s wrist when the blond wanted to push him again. “I’m not the one walking around and randomly telling people that I want them.”

Fernando could feel anger pounding in his whole body and he tried to rip his arm away again, but this time Dan’s grip on his wrist was too determined. And he was near seeing red.

“Randomly?! You stupid idiot! You son of a bitch, you fucking asshole -”

The hand around his wrist pulled and suddenly Fernando’s body was touching Dan’s again, his next curse swallowed by Dan closing the space between their mouths in a brutal kiss. Their teeth clashed and Fernando’s lips throbbed painfully from the force Dan was using, but it was over before he even had time to react. Dan had drawn back again, only looking at him with heat in his eyes that made Fernando shiver with excitement and anticipation.

“Is this what you want?”

Fernando felt dizzy, and he wasn’t exactly sure why, but his whole body was thrumming. Dear God, was this finally happening?

“Fucking right that’s what I want,” he growled breathlessly and grabbed Dan, pulling him back and their lips crashed together again.

He could feel Dan’s arms close around him before pulling him even closer, kissing him hungrily, desperately. It was a tangle of tongues, lips and teeth while Dan’s hands were touching him everywhere, gripping his hair, and hips, groping his ass like he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t taste and feel enough of Fernando, who could definitely relate to the feeling. He didn’t even know which hunger to sate first.

The result of it was a mess of unfinished kisses and touches, of hands gripping and lips nibbling and fingers trailing hastily, and there were endless possibilities racing through Fernando’s thoughts, everything he had ever wanted to do with (to) Dan, and he couldn’t help laughing drunkenly into their kiss.

“You and me, we’re epically major idiots…”

“Shut up,” was growled against his lips, a deep, husky drawl awakening sparks of arousal down in his lower stomach as Dan’s hands found his ass again and squeezed. Fernando could already feel Dan’s hardness through the layers of their clothes and he couldn’t help but shudder flutteringly, because finally he knew that he was the one who caused it.

“Fuck, Dan, I want… aah…”

Fernando’s body twitched as Dan ground their groins together and his hand tightened in the short dark hair it was buried in. They both stumbled as he decided to steer them forward in the general direction of a couch, feet bumping disorientedly, and the couch came earlier than Fernando had anticipated. So they stumbled over the armrest as well, and instead of landing on the couch, they tumbled to the ground, bumping knees and elbows.

It didn’t seem to bother Dan much because with one smooth movement Fernando felt himself be pushed onto his back, fingers digging tightly into his hip while Dan used his knee to open his thighs up wide. They both groaned out loudly when Dan slipped between Fernando’s legs, impatiently beginning to grind down against his erection.

Fernando wanted so much right now, so much all at once. He wanted to peel all his clothes off Dan and touch every single spot that he had been denied before, wanted him to lie between his legs just as he did now, to have him inside him and be fucked into oblivion.

Basically.

But it was much more complicated than that at the same time, and some small part of Fernando realised as well that for that particular fantasy to be fulfilled they’d need to untangle again. And he wasn’t willing to detach himself from Dan in any way at all.

So he hooked his legs around Dan’s waist, thrusting up to get even more friction and heat between them and with every thrust of Dan their hipbones connected until they were both mewling and groaning and gasping in the back of their throats, bodies high strung with energy and mind melting arousal.

The moment Dan slipped his hand into Fernando’s boxer briefs, he was lost. He had enough good sense left to do the same, Dan’s cock hot and hard in his hand, and he shuddered and came, Dan following him just a moment later, like teenage boys in their pants.

It was one of the fucking best orgasms of his life.

Senses reeling, Fernando clung to the strong body on top of him, sucking in deep breaths of air and Dan’s scent, aftershave and sweat.

“Well that was… messy,” Dan finally mumbled against the sweet, sweaty skin of his neck when they both had found their breath again. He then lifted his head and looked at Fernando underneath him, smirking when his movement made him gasp from overstimulation.

Fernando’s lids fluttered for a moment, lips parted to breathe slowly, gaze still fixed on Dan. Still very aware of the other’s body pressed against his own, heat, clothes, muscles, skin. The corners of his mouth were twitching.

“Not quite like I always imagined.”

Dan laughed. “I liked it. But…” he gently ran his thumb over Fernando’s lower lip and Fernando knew that he could now taste himself on it. “I would like a second round. Preferably involving you and me and no clothes.”

Fernando let his tongue flicker out, slowly running it over his lower lip, the faint traces of his own release, holding Dan’s gaze.

“And my bed and your cock inside me? Sounds about perfect,” he answered, already feeling a tingle at the base of his spine again.

Blessed youth.

Dan smirked amusedly, bending down to slowly let his own tongue run over Fernando’s lips, sneaking a taste before he quickly disappeared down Fernando’s body. He didn’t have time to protest or be confused because in the next second an overwhelmingly hot, wet heat closed around the length of his cock, and the sentence Fernando had wanted to get out was reduced to garbled sounds.

“I didn’t - oh fuck… aargh…”

Fernando’s head fell back onto the ground with a thud and he groaned, his cock already hardening again. This felt amazing, wonderful, how long he had fantasised about this… but on the other hand -

“Fuck, Dan, stop! I mean it, I want you in me the next time I come…”

Dan growled, the vibrations around Fernando’s cock sending deliciously little sparks over his skin. “Say please, Fernando,” Dan ordered, raising his head to rest his chin on Fernando’s lower stomach, his mouth still dangerously close to his erection before he traced a sharp hip bone with his mouth.

“Please,” fell easily from Fernando’s mouth, gaze raptly following Dan’s lips, because, no, he really wasn’t below begging. Definitely not if the outcome would be worth it.

“Pleasepleaseplease…”

It must have been exactly what Dan had wanted to hear because in the next moment Fernando found himself manhandled into a standing position, Dan’s hands tightly grasping his wrist before he pulled him into the general direction of his room.

“I really hope you have more than one condom.”

Fernando laughed, high and drunk on adrenaline, one hand grappling for his jeans so that they wouldn’t slide over his hips, undone as they were, while he let himself be dragged along.

“Oh don’t worry, I have a whole box. Planning to test your stamina?”

Dan chuckled as he made them take two steps at a time up the stairs, impatiently tugging on Fernando’s arm. “There’s plenty of time, and I might just have the right motivation tonight.”

The blond Spaniard licked his lips, his mind whirling with possibilities that had his skin prickling. But there was still another thought stuck somewhere in the back of his mind as well.

“How long?” he asked just when Dan opened his door, the teasing, giddy smile gone from his face.

“How long?” the Dane echoed questioningly, but proceeding to push him into the room.

Fernando’s back collided with the door the moment it had shut behind them, making him gasp, Dan’s hands on his hips, but he looked him in the eye and specified, “How long did you want this?”

“First time I looked up and saw the most perfect ass in the whole world. The day Pepe made me help when you moved into the apartment,” Dan answered immediately, hands slipping under Fernando’s black shirt, his warm fingers running over his nipples before he grabbed the fabric and pulled it over his head.

“Shit…” Fernando whispered almost against Dan’s lips after he had moved in again, faces so close their noses were almost touching. He brought his hands up to Dan’s hips and let them slip under the hem of his shirt too, just wanting to touch. “Two years? We screwed us out of two fucking years?”

“Mhhhmm,” Dan hummed affirmatively, moving one hand down Fernando’s side and onto his ass, squeezing. “We shouldn’t waste any more time.” And with that he turned them, walking Fernando backwards across the room, all the while dragging his tongue and teeth over Fernando’s neck until they both let themselves fall down into the soft cushions of the blond’s bed.

His hands were hooked into Dan’s shirt, making it easy to pull him down into another kiss, not quite as frantic, not as hasty, but slowly building up its own heated passion. Maybe because they both realised how freaking much they could finally catch up on. And once the thought had stuck it took maybe about thirty seconds to scramble out of their clothes.

Dan moved to pin Fernando’s hands above his head before he teased him in every way he could possibly imagine. His touches were everywhere on Fernando’s body, across his chest, down his stomach, tracing his hips, caressing his thighs. Then a bite to his nipple let a broken moan spill over his lips and Fernando felt one hand slide down his body, gently wrapping itself around his hardness, slowly and tightly stroking up and down his length.

“Uh, Dan…” Fernando mumbled even while he arched into the touch, obediently letting his hands rest above his head and his legs fall to Dan’s sides. “What you’re doing is really… nice and all but… I really think we had enough foreplay…”

But all he got was a cheeky smile. “Is that so?” Dan asked and cupped Fernando’s sensitive balls in his hands. “What do you want?”

“Fuck… I think I told you, I don’t know, maybe about three times already,” Fernando glowered up at Dan and quickly locked his legs around Dan’s waist to bring their lower bodies together.

At the feeling of their erections pressing together Dan moaned loudly and bit hard into Fernando’s neck, leaving a deep mark in the soft, sensitive skin before stretching to reach for the bedside table, his breath sounding laboured and shallow. When he was back hovering over Fernando he held a small tube of lube in his hand, smirking. “Your bed and my cock inside you, I remember.” Fernando could only watch as he slowly lubed his fingers and brought them down to his entrance, gently sliding them inside, stopping when Fernando arched beneath his touch before continuing to stretch him with the fingers of one hand while the other roamed up and down the skin of his inner thigh.

“Okay,” Fernando, hard and aching, eventually breathed after a comparably short time despite the fact that he had let himself enjoy this to the fullest. The feeling of fingers inside of him while looking up into Dan’s face. Holy mother of God, how often he had fantasised about this. “I’m so ready it’s not even funny anymore.”

“Eager, aren’t we?” Dan teased and with one last stroke to Fernando’s erection leaned back, quickly pulling on a condom and smeared some lube over his own throbbing hardness before taking one of the other man’s legs over his shoulder. He pushed in slowly, oh so fucking slowly, his eyes not once leaving Fernando’s face like he wanted catch every tiny emotion crossing it.

Fernando’s eyelids fluttered but he managed to keep them from closing, his gaze fixed, dark and defiant, on Dan’s eyes. “Don’t act all collected and superior. You’re just as horny as I am.”

To prove his words - and as a prompt to move - he rolled his hips and clenched down around Dan’s cock, grinning when Dan’s hips all but jumped, pushing deeper.

“Fuck you,” Dan groaned which only made Fernando grin wider. He bit his lip as Dan moved one of his hands under Fernando’s ass and lifted him up some more, pulling him tighter against him before he started a fast and unforgiving pace that quickly wiped the grin off Fernando’s lips. He instinctively reached above his head and closed his fingers around the headboard to steady himself because Dan’s thrusts were hard and deep, just like Fernando had hoped, and God this was good. The sounds of skin slapping together mixed with breathy moans and soft mewls in the air before Dan stifled them again when his mouth searched for Fernando’s, and for a moment their movements slowed as they were caught up in the kiss, open-mouthed, too much tongue, and he loved it.

And then Dan grabbed his other leg and pulled it over his shoulder as well before his hands found his ass again, fingertips digging into the skin, spreading him a little more, and then he was pounding into Fernando as if to make up for two years worth of unresolved desire.

“Fuck, Dan, yes, there… aahhgnnh,” Fernando heard himself, somewhere between a scream and a whimper, and he absolutely didn’t care how ridiculous he might have sounded because right then he had found the perfect place between agony and ecstasy. “Fucking h- oh… oh my God!”

Dan answered him more quietly, moaning Fernando’s name again and again and again, like he was reminding himself who was lying underneath him, who he was fucking, and he dropped his whole weight down against Fernando, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust as a shift of his hips puts him at an angle that made him hit Fernando’s prostate head-on all the time while his hands kept him from backing away as he continued his maddening pace. And all Fernando could do was hold on to the headboard like his life depended on it until the world exploded around him and he came with a strangled scream that lacked all coherency.

A few moments later Dan finally stopped moving and Fernando groaned brokenly, cursing himself silently when he realised he had missed it, hadn’t been able to look into Dan’s face when he came. But he was still dizzy, didn’t trust himself yet to open his eyes, he just let his hands fall from the headboard to Dan’s shoulders who had sunk down on top of him, nothing but desperate panted breaths filling the air.

“Christ,” Dan mumbled exhaustedly into the crook of Fernando’s shoulder, kissing the damp skin there as his hips lazily pushed into Fernando one last time. The motion drew another mewling moan from the blond, and Fernando tiredly wrapped his arms around Dan’s shoulders.

“Fucking hell, Dan, seriously,” he muttered against short, damp strands of hair. “About fucking time.”

Dan laughed throatily, briefly tightening his arms around Fernando before he turned them in one swift move so that he now lay on his back and the blond on top, making them both moan simultaneously when the motion caused Dan to slip out of him. “You’re talking like it’s my fault.” Dan answered and playfully bit into Fernando’s bottom lip.

“Damn right it is,” Fernando returned, blew his fringe out of his eyes and then moulded their lips together for a casual kiss. “If you’d just had some balls and done something in all of those two years…”

“Excuse me, it’s not like you did something that told me I could have had that ass of yours sooner!” Dan protested, emphasising his words with a pinch to Fernando’s backside which just made him jerk forward and against Dan.

“But you realised much sooner that this would be a damn good idea! And anyway, I tried, okay? I flirted so much with you I already wondered if you’d gone deaf and blind.”

“Oh believe me, I noticed,” Dan answered, his hand now caressing the spot he had pinched earlier. “And I flirted back but nothing ever happened so I thought that’s just the way you are, doing it without really noticing.”

Fernando sighed and let his head sink until their foreheads rested together, eyes half closed at the caress of Dan’s hand on his skin that sent a pleasant tingle up from the base of his spine. “This is so stupid,” he muttered, trying to kick away a thought that had just come to him.

So they had established that they had both wanted to fuck each other for one hell of a long time now - but they hadn’t talked about anything else. Just about fucking. And when Fernando had said he wanted Dan, he had, in all honesty, not just thought about that.

But he didn’t know if Dan’s idea hadn’t been totally different.

Fernando bit the inside of his cheek and curled his hand over Dan’s chest, trying (and probably failing) to let his voice sound casual.

“You’re gonna stay here though, right? Tonight, and tomorrow?”

The tender motions of Dan’s touch stopped, his hand just resting on the soft swell of Fernando’s ass as he met his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Of course I’ll stay. There’re so many things we still have to catch up on,” Dan finally answered, his breath hot on Fernando’s face and his gaze not wavering as he let his hand wander down, probing between his cheeks and letting one of his fingers gently slide into him. “I can’t believe I can finally have you.”

Just as if his body had been trained to the touch, Fernando felt his heart speeding up, his throat getting dry and his legs parting instinctively for easier access. He swallowed but held Dan’s gaze and just tried to figure out what was going on in his head when he said, “Whenever you want, as often as you want, in any way you want.”

The finger inside him began to move now, carefully, steadily pulling and stretching his still relaxed passage. “I want you, Fernando, so much,” Dan whispered, letting their lips barely touch before he continued, “Want to be in you again. Can I please?”

For a moment Fernando wanted to say no. Not before he knew for certain what he was getting himself into here, that he could be sure they were finally on the same page now at least.

Then Dan’s fingertips brushed over his prostate, Fernando shuddered and wordlessly spread his legs wider, head light and body aching with want.

And the moment was over.

***

Featherlike touches of something soft across the span of his shoulders were the first thing Fernando became aware of when the first strings of consciousness came back to him. Behind his closed eyes he was vaguely aware of the early sunlight streaming through the windows into his room but he ignored it in favour of concentrating on the warmth of the solid length of a body against his back.

It took him a moment to realise that the feathery touches were actually caused by a pair of lips trailing over his shoulder blade, slowly and exploringly, and something inside of him simply melted. Fernando wanted to just lie there and enjoy this, feign sleep for a little longer, but he had never been good at that, and so an involuntary shift gave him away.

“Good morning,” the words vibrated against the skin of his shoulders before he felt Dan pull back slightly to give him some space to turn, one hand sliding onto his hip as if he didn’t want to lose all contact.

So Fernando turned around, his body protesting a little even at the small movements, and he blinked against the sunlight to be able to look at Dan. “Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep and tongue still needing to get used to forming words again.

Dan’s eyes were smiling at him as his hand painted invisible lines from his hip to his stomach and back again. “Sleep well?” he asked and tilted his head down to place a kiss on Fernando’s jaw.

“Like a baby,” the blond mumbled back, eyes drifting shut again as he let the caresses wash over him. “I’m aching all over… so sore… feels so fucking good…”

Dan chuckled lightly. “I still can’t believe you said yes to that forth time because I was sure you were done for the night.”

At the mere memory Fernando groaned, and yet he felt the corners of his mouth twitching. “You really have to do a little more for me to give you a no.”

The smile on Dan’s face shifted into a small half smirk. “So when I’d want to have another go right now, right here, you wouldn’t say no?”

“Whenever you want, as often as you want, in any way you want,” Fernando softly repeated his words from the night before, but then added, “If you answer me one question.”

Dan’s teasing expression changed to a more serious one, and it wasn’t surprising. After all he had been Fernando’s best friend, someone who knew him, knew when something was bothering him. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a slight frown forming between his eyes when Fernando hesitated for a moment.

“I just want to know what I’m dealing with right away this time,” he eventually answered, studying Dan’s face and actually managing pretty well to keep his voice light. “When you say you want me, do you actually want the whole deal or do you just want to fuck me?”

“Do you want me to just fuck you?” Dan asked in return, the hand on Fernando’s hip tightening for just a second before it relaxed again, then he gently let it run down the curve of Fernando’s side and up to his shoulder.

Fernando sighed. Right, they weren’t good with communicating about what they wanted. “Dan, just stop beating around the bush and tell me.”

“I want to fuck you,” Dan answered without batting an eye, not pausing to let Fernando react in any way before carrying on, “and I want to touch you,” a hand touching his face, a thumb softly caressing his left cheek, “and I want to kiss you,” a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “whenever I want, as often as I want, in any way I want. I want you.”

With every word Fernando’s body lost some of the tension he hadn’t even realised it had held. Instead a wonderfully light feeling settled in his stomach and a soft, small smile curled around his lips.

It seemed like they definitely were on the same page now after all.

Silently Fernando sat up, one hand on Dan’s chest to turn him from side to back, moved to straddle his friend-turned-lover and leaned down to press a soft, almost chaste kiss to his lips.

Dan hummed contentedly, running his hands up his thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he said, and Fernando felt his face flush, because this was definitely different from any other time anyone had said that to him. He just smiled, pressed another short kiss to Dan’s lips, let his hand wander lower and his fingers wrap gently around Dan’s half-hard cock.

Fernando saw how Dan’s eyes fell halfway shut, heard the moan he tried to hold back escape his throat as his hips involuntary rose into the blond’s touch before with a soft growl Dan grabbed Fernando’s biceps and pulled himself into a sitting position, smirking. “Again?”

“You were the one who said you wanted another go,” Fernando grinned and made himself comfortable in Dan’s lap as the Dane settled back against the headboard. “Already taking that back?”

Dan reached down, his fingers barely brushing over Fernando’s slightly swollen entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, sounding a bit uncertain, but his other hand was already fumbling for the condoms and lube still lying on the night-stand.

“Yeah,” Fernando smiled, kissing Dan’s temple while the other hurriedly put on a condom and slicked himself up. “I’ll be fine. Just let me set the pace.”

Dan’s chest rumbled against his as he slid two of his now slick fingers into Fernando’s entrance, gently stretching the sensitive walls. “Anything you want.”

Fernando just hummed and busied himself with trailing fleeting, lazy kisses from Dan’s lips over his jaw to his ear where he playfully nipped at his earlobe. Only when Dan withdrew his fingers, placed one hand on Fernando’s waist to direct him and he let himself sink onto Dan he hissed, too sore for this to go smoothly.

But that was alright.

Dan moaned, letting his head thud back against the wall behind him as he tightly grabbed onto Fernando’s hips when he started to slowly rock up and down in his lap. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he breathed, tilting his hips up more to match Fernando’s movements. The words alone sent a shudder through the blond young man, but he continued taking his time, hips rolling slowly, lazily on Dan’s lap, his hands on the Dane’s shoulders, loving how he could just watch him, how they could share a smile.

It was just when Fernando leaned in for a kiss matching the unhurried pace when there was low rumbling from outside, and then his door opened.

“Hey Nando, do you kn- holy shit!”

Startled, both pulled back from the kiss and turned their heads to catch Sergio standing in Fernando’s door looking hungover and vaguely creeped out. “Fuck, go away, Sergio,” Dan groaned brokenly, and Fernando could feel Dan’s hips still bucking up slightly, urging him to keep moving.

So Fernando kept his hips rolling minutely but looked over towards Sergio, entirely without embarrassment. “Morning. What’s up?”

He grinned when Sergio spluttered, alternately looking away and then at them again, and curled his hand around Dan’s neck.

“What? He’s up there, right?” came Pepe’s voice shouting from somewhere downstairs. Fernando left it to Sergio to answer and bent his head for another kiss.

“I just walked into a porn movie,” Sergio shouted back down and Fernando had to laugh against Dan’s lips, smirking when a loud moan escaped the other man’s throat as it had caused Fernando’s muscles to tighten around him.

“Jesus, Nando, couldn’t you have locked the door?” he heard Sergio complain, then more rumbling on the stairs.

“You could have knocked,” Fernando returned, arching his back against Dan’s hands that slid up his spine to hold him.

“Oh shit!” Pepe this time, right before breaking out into laughter and bounding down the stairs again. “Xabi, we need another plate, Dan’s still here.”

Dan’s tongue found his neck, nibbling at the soft skin underneath his Adam’s apple while his thrusts grained speed and purpose, eliciting soft appreciating noises from Fernando. “Guys, I’m standing right here!” Sergio protested incredulously and Fernando groaned.

“Fucking hell, Sergio, I’m not gonna stop, so whatever you want, come back in ten minutes!”

He was faintly aware of an exasperated, indignant sound, but then Dan shifted and suddenly every upward thrust of his cock pushed against that sensitive place deep inside Fernando, making him gasp and groan and tremble, and he absolutely didn’t care if Sergio had gotten lost or was still watching, not at all.

This time his climax was almost soft compared to those the night before, a wonderful warm rush that had him shuddering in long, dizzying waves.

When Fernando could finally open his eyes again, the door was closed and Sergio nowhere to be seen.

“I guess our friends know about us,” Dan said, his voice still sounding rough and breathless as he soothingly slid his hands up and down Fernando’s still shaking sides.

“I guess,” Fernando echoed, a grin curling around his lips while he wrapped his arms around Dan’s shoulders. “Breakfast doesn’t sound bad either. Shower first though. But…” his grin widened a little, “maybe we should go separately. Or we’ll never make it downstairs.”

“Fine, you win that one. I’m too hungry to risk anything that would delay breakfast,” Dan answered, laughing before he manhandled Fernando backwards onto the mattress and covered his body with his own.

Not that Fernando minded, really. It was already almost automatic how he grinned again and accepted Dan between his legs. “Do I look like a shower to you?”

“No, actually you look better,” Dan smiled and gave him a long deep kiss that made his insides tingle before he rolled himself off of Fernando and the bed, discarding the condom on his way to the bathroom.

Fernando couldn’t help himself, there was a permanent grin fixed on his lips as he picked himself up, pulled on his usual sleeping shirt and shorts, and then proceeded to clean up their clothes from the floor and throw away the rest of the used condoms. All in all he gave Dan maybe about five minutes before following into the bathroom, smiling to himself when his - lover, right, he could call him lover now - just stepped out of the shower, white towel wrapped around his hips.

“Okay, just give me another five minutes, then breakfast.”

But when Dan reached him he didn’t pass, only mumbled a “Come here” and tangled his hands in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss.

The sudden spin made Fernando instinctively reach out to steady himself, finding Dan’s upper arm to hold on to. He didn’t hesitate for a second to return the kiss though, thinking that he might just get himself addicted here, and he absolutely loved that he even had the possibility.

“Mhh… Dan… ngmmh,” was the only thing he managed when he tried to draw away from the kiss but Dan didn’t let him. And it was all too easy to give in, wrap his arm around Dan’s shoulder and go on.

Dan walked him back against the sink and his back softly hit the cold surface. Fernando couldn’t help but moan into Dan’s mouth because the impact pushed him into the other man and he could already feel Dan’s hardness on his inner thigh through his towel. His hand came up to tangle in the short hair, his right leg instinctively angling up and around Dan’s thigh, Dan’s hand sliding up Fernando’s back under his sleeping shirt - and then the door opened again.

“What the - no, just no, stop, you need to lock doors if you keep having sex all over the house!”

They both broke the kiss at the same time. “Go away, Sergio,” they answered simultaneously before diving in for another kiss.

This time though, they were met with resistance.

“NO, you’re going to stop right now, you can’t honestly want to have sex again,” Sergio scowled. “We’re having breakfast, get your shit together, seriously!” he insisted and Fernando knew him well enough to realise when to give in. Dan must have come to the same conclusion because their kiss wore off, Fernando sighed and set his foot back down onto the floor.

“You go and take a shower, I’ll wait downstairs for you,” Dan murmured into the space between their lips, brushing some of Fernando’s hair out of his face with a little smile. “I’ll save some of those pancakes you love so much for you.” He leaned down to softly kiss Fernando’s cheek and with a last smile he moved to leave the room, passing Sergio with a pat on his shoulder. “Sorry man.”

Fernando actually had to steady himself against the sink behind him.

Jackpot.

“Wow, Nando, really,” Sergio drew his attention to him and Fernando looked over at his friend and bit his lip around a grin.

“Yeah. Well. Maybe that’ll finally teach you to knock.”

***

The music was pulsing loudly in the warm, almost stuffy air, sweaty bodies moving to its beat, relinquishing the pleasantly cool air outside for some time of mindless dancing.

Fernando was warm, really warm, but he didn’t really care that his shirt was sticking to his back or his hair to his forehead. He really just wanted to dance a little longer.

His body easily found the new beat of the next song played by the DJ when a hand sneaked around his hips and pulled him back into the body it belonged to. And even though the fact didn’t surprise him, there was just something… off about it.

So when Fernando turned around and looked into a tanned face with black hair of a guy not quite as tall as himself, he wasn’t that surprised. As well as he could in the confined space between the other dancers he shoved the man whose name he didn’t even know away.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you -”

“- that he would rather dance with a dead rat,” Dan growled, appearing at Fernando’s side, looking like he wanted to kill the other man. “You heard him the first time. Get. Lost,” he continued, demonstratively pulling Fernando towards him and sliding a hand into his back pocket.

The tension melted from Fernando’s body instantly and he settled for glowering at the other guy who looked at them with visible surprise. And Fernando was damn ready to stand his ground, but this time, it looked like he might actually have gotten the memo, raising his hands with a grin and turning away.

With a sigh Fernando turned as well and wrapped his arms around Dan’s shoulders, their bodies instinctively sliding together and finding the beat of the music.

“Do you know that I was pretty mad with you that you didn’t do this already last week?” he said directly into Dan’s ear. “You just stood there and watched.”

Dan just smiled at him, slipping his hands underneath the hem of Fernando’s shirt, his fingers tracing lines and patterns into his sweat damp skin as he controlled the movement of their hips. “I wanted to kill him,” he confessed, turning his head to lay a trail of kisses along Fernando’s neck.

“And I thought you could have stood up for me even if we hadn’t yet had spectacular sex,” the blond muttered back. “Best friend and all that.”

“Hmm, but the sex was very convincing,” Dan teased and Fernando grinned.

“So we need to have sex before you’re willing to be my knight in shining armour?”

Dan chuckled, “What are you, a girl?” Jokingly he spun Fernando around and dipped him back lightly.

“Don’t say that again, or no sex for you tonight,” the Spaniard returned despite the fact that his threat was made very ineffective by his grin and the way he curled his hand in the back of Dan’s neck.

The other man’s smile turned softer around the edges and with a short tug he had them both standing again. “You know I’m in for more than just the sex,” Dan muttered into his ear as he continued to sway them to the music, and Fernando smiled and gently nestled his face against the side of Dan’s.

“I know,” was the only thing he said because between him and Dan, there weren’t many words needed anymore. Because for better or worse, they had been best friends for a long time, while in a very different aspect of everything that was them, they had just gotten started.

~ The End ~