Alphabet (U, V)
Title: Alphabet (U, V)
Parts: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | W | X | Y | Z
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, (Cesc Fàbregas/Nicklas Bendtner)
Rating: NC-17, PG
Disclaimer: It sucks always having to come up with new ways to say how much they don't belong to me.
Summary: Part of the Alphabet Challenge.
A/N: U is for marie16fh, V is for elisa88, thanks go to littlesumo. With lots of ♥ to all of you.
Unexpected
When Dan and Fernando met, they were babies on a blanket in the living room of Fernando’s parents. Born only a few days apart, they had unsurprisingly sparked an instant connection between their neighbouring parents who quickly developed a friendship that came with having a lot of things in common as well as living as close to each other as you can. And Dan and Fernando grew up sharing the same crawler blankets, babbling to each other in languages only they could understand, eating strawberries off the same plate, playing Cowboys and Indians in their backyards, learning to ride their bikes together, scraping their knees simultaneously, climbing trees, getting in trouble, backing each other no matter what, and neither of them would hesitate for even a heartbeat with the answer to the question who their best friend in the whole world was.
Sixteen years after that meeting on the blanket, the Torres and Agger households met up at the first weekend of summer holidays for a barbecue in the latter’s garden, spirits high, fathers setting up the grill, mothers preparing salads, children, the younger batch containing four of them, chattering away at the tables.
Dan had taken Fernando upstairs to his room with the intention of making him have a quick listen to the brand new Muse album, unable to wipe the wide grin off his face that had seemingly taken up more or less permanent residence there since his best friend had come back from the exchange program just the day before.
“Damn, everything really is still the same here,” Fernando remarked behind him while they sprinted the familiar way up the stairs and Dan snorted.
“Nah, I just changed it all back just for you.”
A light shove from behind pushed him right into his room and he laughed.
“Come on, in three months? Did you expect mum to get into renovation frenzy when you’re not around?”
“Shut up. Three months is long, alright?”
“Weren’t you the one who said time just flew by?” Dan asked, already fumbling with the CD and his stereo. When he didn’t get an answer for a few seconds he turned his head and discovered Fernando standing in front of his pinboard, eyes resting on the pictures messily attached to it. Dan left the stereo without pushing play and stepped up to his friend, wrapped his left arm around shoulder and chest from behind, and settled his chin on Fernando’s shoulder to be able to take up the same point of view.
Various pictures were taking up the space as fond reminders of the past, one of Dan and his siblings, one of his parents, one of him and his group of closest friends, one of himself jumping almost horizontally as a black silhouette before a golden ocean sunset, one of him and Fernando looking into the camera, heads together, arms around each other’s necks, a crystal clear mountain lake in the background, taken two years ago when Fernando had accompanied them on a family holiday in Norway. Dan knew it was that one his friend’s eyes were resting on.
“It’s still fucking good to be back home,” Fernando finally answered.
“So your Spanish roots didn’t suddenly recognise Madrid as their home?”
“Are you kidding? I’m home right here.”
As he said it, Fernando turned his head around to look at Dan. The tips of their noses bumped, their gazes locked, and both of them froze.
Fernando’s eyes, dark and impossibly wide, filled Dan’s vision, and his heart was jumping up to his throat and his head was empty, and he had no idea at all how it happened or who the one was to close the breadth of distance between them, but it did and their lips were touching. He couldn’t really breathe, focussed solely on the soft, unmoving touch of lips on his as if all other senses had ceased to function, so he didn’t know what they were doing, didn’t have even the smallest clue, and when the tentative contact broke and he blinked, looked into Fernando’s eyes and saw the surprise mirrored in them, he knew he wasn’t alone.
After a moment of staring Fernando released his breath, and it sounded sudden and loud in the silence, and Dan didn’t know how it happened, but barely a second later they were kissing again. And his heart was hammering in his chest because this time it wasn’t a simple touch, it was actually, truly a kiss. Lips timidly sliding against each other, parting hesitantly, hands uncertainly touching his arms, the tips of their tongues meeting, and he couldn’t decide if Fernando tasted familiar or foreign, only of… gummibears.
Dan didn’t know where to put his hands, so they hovered over Fernando’s sides, his hips, his arms, until they finally settled on cradling his face, and in return the hands on his arms gripped a little tighter, Fernando parted his lips a little more and took one step forward that brought him so close to Dan that their upper bodies touched, and when Dan shifted just a little, his thigh fleetingly brushed against an unmistakable hardness. The whimper it dislodged from Fernando’s throat shocked and aroused him so much at the same time that he had to break away from their kiss and gasp for breath.
And to see that it was Fernando staring back at him gave him, irrationally, another shock. Because he had never, not for even one second, thought of his friend like that because it was Fernando and he was just… too close to home. He hadn’t even figured out yet if what he wanted was girls or boys or both - what he did know though right then was that a single kiss had set his whole body on fire and his heart sprinting away.
Dan opened his mouth to say something even if he didn’t have the faintest idea what, but as Fernando saw it his eyes widened momentarily before he crushed their lips together again as if preventing Dan from anything other than kissing him. It was the moment a large part of Dan simply thought ‘So what?’, made him slip his arm around Fernando’s waist and draw him closer until the length of their bodies pressed together so closely that only the thin layers of their shirts separated their racing hearts. A gentle but irresistible pull made him follow Fernando, and since they didn’t look where they were going they bumped feet and almost stumbled more than once, but eventually Fernando sank backwards, his hands clenched in Dan’s shirt and took him down onto the bed with him, and to be pressed up against each other like that wrought trembling groans from both their throats.
Dan couldn’t help sliding his hips against Fernando’s, propped up on his forearms next to his friend’s head, moving almost completely on instinct now, the little shockwaves of arousal directing him. He felt Fernando angling up one leg against his hip and fisted his pillow at the simple thought of it, had to break their kiss for a short moment to take a deep, uneven breath before going back again.
There was a kind of sweetness in kissing Fernando, and it wasn’t because of the gummibears, but he didn’t know what it was. But he could have done this for hours, all day even, just feeling their lips sliding together, their tongues dancing, tasting, and when Fernando suddenly shifted his weight and used his leg hooked around Dan’s hip to roll them around, he let him, simply readjusted and placed his hands on Fernando’s sides, finding warm skin where the shirt had ridden up. It was an impulse that made him grab the edges and tug and pull until the shirt was over Fernando’s head and left his hair in a tousled mess.
This time it was Fernando diving right back into the kiss and Dan grasping his hips and turning them back around, unintentionally coming to lie right between Fernando’s legs, making them break their kiss for a surprised gasp as their groins met. But Dan took the opportunity and let his lips wander lower to nibble on Fernando’s throat and chest while he felt impatient, uncoordinated hands tearing at his shirt. He gave his friend just a short moment to get it off, because his eyes had fixed on one small, hardened nipple right below him, and as soon as he was able to he lowered his head and let his tongue flicker over it, the first time he ever did this to anyone. And the surprised, short, but clearly audible whimper it elicited shot to his erection like a hand closing around it. He tried to even his breathing, gently closed his lips around the hardened nub and let his hand wander over the slightly trembling stomach, feeling the contours of muscles under soft skin.
Of course he knew how Fernando looked, had seen him naked even a fair few times, but that didn’t mean that he had ever really paid attention. But now that he was lying in the small space between Fernando’s legs, having shyly fallen open, and raised his head to look up into his face, seeing it flushed, lips parted and red, breathing unsteadily, and felt the bulge of his erection under his shorts against his hand, he could only think how gorgeous he was. And that he wanted… wanted…
It was Fernando, though, who moved first. Without breaking their locked gaze he unclenched his hands from the pillow next to his head and moved them to the button of his trousers, fumbling until they were undone and pushing both them and his boxer shorts over his slim hips until his hands brushed Dan’s and pushed the fabric into them to complete the motion. It made Dan’s heart stutter and stumble in his chest and his body so sensitive with arousal it was almost ridiculous.
Fernando’s erection felt warm and smooth in his hand and Dan couldn’t help staring because he had never seen him hard, and he looked at the head and briefly wondered how it would taste. And he hesitated, but in the end it was his thumb that flickered over it and his lips finding Fernando’s for another kiss.
If anyone would have asked him in that moment - and if he’d have to be completely honest - he’d have to admit that he had absolutely no clue what we was doing. Of course Dan had plenty of experience with himself, had done his fair share of experimentation, had seen porn and read stuff on the internet just as any normal teenager his age, not to mention the dreaded Talk with his parents a few years ago. But he had never done this. Having another body pressed against his, having to find out what made that body tick, taking care of the other person’s pleasure. And it thrilled and scared him at the same time, but he figured that, as long as Fernando was writhing weakly underneath him like this and omitting those soft, incredibly arousing sounds, he was doing fine.
It was just when his lips had found Fernando’s pulse under the skin of his throat, was kissing it and marvelling at how he could feel the accelerated heartbeats, that an idea hit him.
He tried to untangle himself from Fernando and sat up, biting back a groan at the complaining, unwilling “Dan…” that his retreat evoked from his friend.
“Wait,” he breathed out shakily and reached over to the lower drawer of his bedside table.
Fernando slowly drew himself up onto his elbows to watch what he was doing as Dan rummaged around and eventually produced a small tube of lube. As his gaze fell onto Fernando’s face again, though, he froze.
In his arousal-laden brain it hadn’t occurred to him at all that this had the potential for various misunderstandings, and he could feel his face heating up.
“That’s… not…” Dan began to stutter, frantically searching for words. He had simply remembered that a handjob with a bit of lube was definitely better. And the package of condoms peeking out from where it was lying in the drawer - well you simply never knew, did you? They’d been there for about a year now… better be prepared, Dan had always figured. But that wasn’t even what he had thought just now. And as he watched Fernando slowly looking from him to the condoms to the lube and back, he thought for one horrible moment that he had ruined it all now.
But Fernando stayed silent, just looked at him - and then slowly, hesitantly, reached out, drew one condom from the package and held it out to Dan.
Dan looked at him like Fernando had just grown a second head.
Fernando’s breath faltered and his hand sunk. “Do you… want to…?”
Dan’s head was reeling. Was he really interpreting this in the right way? Was Fernando really asking to… if…
Dan tried to get himself under control, took a breath and swallowed hard. His voice still sounded unsteady though as he answered. “Do you know how…?”
Fernando bit his lower lip, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. “I experimented a little,” he mumbled and looked so insecure that before Dan knew what he was doing, he had reached out and carefully cupped his face with his right hand, and as Fernando raised his eyes to lock their gaze again, Dan slowly swiped his thumb over his cheekbone.
I don’t know how to do this.
I don’t want to hurt you.
Will we be alright?
Are you really sure?
I didn’t even know…
But he took the condom from Fernando and was rewarded with a shaky smile that he returned with all the conviction he could find in his fluttering heart.
What came then was a show of silent communication at their very best. Because Dan thought he would die if they would actually have to talk about what they were doing, and he suspected Fernando felt the same. So the blond let himself sink back into the pillow and Dan kept his gaze fixed on Fernando’s face as he hesitantly trailed his fingers over smooth skin, letting them be directed by the look in Fernando’s eyes, the shifts in his features, the sounds of his breathing. And they quickly led him over the firm planes of his stomach to the joints of hip and leg and, when Fernando angled and drew them apart, between them. Dan swallowed but the look in the dark eyes encouraged him.
There was no way to describe the feeling of his slicked fingertips breaching the small ring of muscles, but the tightness that gripped them did ridiculous things to Dan’s level of arousal and made his dick twitch maddeningly.
Breathe… breathe… goddamnit, Agger, get it together!
Fernando’s eyes were wide and bright and trusting and the muscles around his fingers so tight that Dan had no idea how he was even supposed to get in there. But he watched Fernando shift and shudder and squirm at the end of his carefully moving fingers, hands clenching and unclenching, and listened to the small sounds that seemed surprised half of the time until Fernando eventually let his head fall back onto the pillow.
“Okay… okay, Danny, stop.”
Dan drew his hand away as if on command and not by request, but Fernando didn’t pause before grabbing the condom and tearing open the package. He sat up to slide it over Dan’s erection that had reached the state of painful by now and Dan bit back a whimper, still noticing though that his friend’s hands were trembling. He wanted to ask if it was because of nerves or arousal but didn’t dare to. But before he had even closed his mouth again there were hands on the back of his neck pulling him down into a kiss, strong legs wrapping around his hips, moulding their bodies together and drawing a rough groan from him. And he couldn’t wait anymore either, simply let go of his restraint and followed the impatient cues his and Fernando’s bodies gave him.
The feeling of invasion had his toes curling and they groaned at the same time, on both parts an audible mix of pleasure and pain. Dan panted against Fernando’s neck, eyes screwed shut.
“Nando… don’t… oh God, please relax…”
“… can’t…” was forced out next to his ear and Dan would have moved back had his hips not been caught in a death grip between Fernando’s legs. Instead he blindly felt around until he found his friend’s hand, and his grip was immediately returned.
“You can, you can… come on, Nando, breathe, relax, please…”
As if he had needed the reminder, the blond teenager suddenly let out the breath he’d been holding and gasped for air, and as soon as he did Dan felt the pressure around him lessening, making him groan in relief.
“Yeah, that’s it… fuck, thank God, five seconds more and I swear I’d have exploded.”
And suddenly Fernando was laughing, breathless and still a little strained, but the fact that he did remained, and there was a smile on his face when Dan looked at him. Fernando breathed in deeply two more times and relaxed a little more.
“Wow. Okay. I’m fine, I’m good.” After another second of looking at each other though, he suddenly blushed. “Stop, don’t look at me, this is awkward.”
“What? Where the hell else am I supposed to look?!”
“I don’t know! Do I look like I have any clue? Move or something!”
To reinforce his statement Fernando nudged his hips against Dan’s, making them jerk forward and both of them moan, and Dan simply decided to kiss his friend again. Problem solved.
He went slowly at first, hips moving experimentally between Fernando’s legs, their lips sliding against each other all the while. And by God, it wasn’t easy to concentrate on anything at all, but he remembered that this was supposed to be really good for Fernando if he just found his prostate. He didn’t quite have enough breath to ask if he did though, let alone remember how to form coherent words, and he had no idea if he had found it or not. But every time his hips shot forward Fernando gasped or shivered or threw his head back or buried his fingertips in Dan’s shoulders or whimpered - God, those sounds were undoing him.
First it was really harmless, just deep breaths while they kissed, but by the time Dan’s whole body started to tremble from strain and arousal Fernando was writhing on the sheets and Dan had to drown his outcries in desperate kisses. And in his head he was chanting come, come, please come already, and when Fernando’s body curled tight like a bow string before shuddering violently, Dan immediately came with a relieved sob.
He felt his hips twitching in the aftermath, almost beyond his control, and only the sound of Fernando drawing in breath in a soft hiss eventually made him stop. His whole body still felt like lead when he found enough strength to roll away from his friend. With a grimace he fumbled to get the condom off himself, and after wrapping it up in some tissues from his night stand and throwing the ball towards his waste bin he let himself fall back onto his bed.
And then they just lay there, both staring at the ceiling, their breathing slowly calming down - not daring to look at each other. At first Dan was too tired and satisfied to even think, but as he slowly regained his wits he inevitably realised that one of them would have to say something eventually. He just had no idea what. What did you say to your best friend you just unexpectedly had sex with? And for the first time too.
And the more time passed the more obvious the silence became. It almost sounded as if not just Dan held his breath by now, but Fernando too.
Say something… do something… oh God, Dan chanted in his head and tried to gather the courage to look at his friend.
“Boys! Come on down, we’re getting started!”
It was his mother’s voice calling from downstairs, dulled by the door, and it very nearly gave both of them a heart attack. Both boys jerked violently and, as if stung by a bee, darted up and stumbled to their feet at each side of the bed. And now their wide-eyed gazes met and Dan heard Fernando exclaim “Fuck!” just as his own lips formed the same word as he remembered in horror that, no, he hadn’t locked the door.
As if on command they both started scrambling around the room in a panicked search of their clothes. While muttering “Shit, shit, shit” under his breath Dan found his jeans and Fernando’s shirt but no boxers, and one glance over at his friend revealed that he had just found one pair and already had one foot in them.
“Hey, wait, those are mine!” Dan exclaimed and without thinking jumped over and tugged on the cloth. Fernando tried to swat his hand away and they started scrabbling over the shorts.
“What? Where are mine then?!”
“I don’t know, those are mine, look, frizzed out right here.”
“Dannyyy…”
“Stop whining!”
“Shut up!”
“You shut up. There, I think they’re under your jeans.”
Fernando grumbled but finally left Dan to his shorts, and all this was so normal that Dan suddenly had to grin all the way through dressing himself.
Fernando spoke up when he was just buttoning his jeans, trying to sound casual.
“Remember… we had this deal about telling each other about our first times. So…” he added and drew his t-shirt over his head so they couldn’t look at each other. “How was yours?”
“How was yours?” Dan returned immediately, his heart suddenly beating more quickly in his chest again. When Fernando’s head appeared again through the collar of his shirt Dan saw that his face had taken on a soft red hue.
“I asked you first, butthead.”
“So? Maybe I’m not telling,” Dan shot back but gently bumped Fernando’s shoulder who slapped him over the head. Dan laughed, grabbed Fernando’s wrist and nudged him back a step until his back hit the door. And while the banter had given Dan his sense of normalcy back, such a relief that maybe things didn’t even really change, when he now looked into Fernando’s eyes, he thought he saw a bit of insecurity there.
And suddenly, unexpectedly, a tenderness sprang to life in his chest that was unfamiliar to him, of a kind he hadn’t experienced for anyone else. And it suddenly made it very easy to lean towards Fernando and kiss him. Just like that, a soft, innocent touch, and when Fernando sighed and relaxed and Dan felt his friend’s hand on his hip, it was even easier to smile against his lips and admit, “Maybe it was fantastic.”
Victory
It was late afternoon already, and the sun was glittering in a myriad of golden spots on the surface of the lake, shimmering like a sea of diamonds broken up on the edges and spread out for the light to dance on. Only near the banks of the lake the play was disrupted by four male youths who were enjoying summer break to the fullest and even though having spent the whole day there already didn’t even think about going home.
“You’re so going to get your asses kicked,” Cesc announced while he was climbing onto Nicklas’ shoulders, but that only prompted Dan and Fernando to raise their eyebrows at each other and burst out laughing.
“Careful, enano, or you’ll have to live up to your words,” the blond Spaniard grinned before Dan tugged on his hand.
“Come on, baby, hop up.”
Without further ado he submerged under the surface and Fernando climbed onto his shoulders to be lifted up over the water when his boyfriend stood up again.
“Alright boys, let’s do this. First couple in the water is a pair of losers!”
They started out slow, circling each other like a pair of lions but grinning all the time, feinting and retreating again until Cesc and Fernando finally got hold of each other and tried to wrestle the other down.
Their shouts and laughter was carried far over the lake.
“Get him down, get him down!”
“What are you doing, stand still!”
“Hey, stop, that’s cheating!”
“Shut up down there!”
“Oh you brat!”
“No, Nicky, stop, don’t -”
The outcry was cut off by a loud splash and a simultaneous victory cry from two voices. And while Cesc and Nick emerged again, spluttering and indignantly splashing water onto their victorious counterparts, Dan and Fernando shouted out their triumph with unrestrained joy, hands raised into the air, a tall, joined silhouette before the slowly setting sun, overflowing with exaltation and energy only youth possessed.