Dan/Nando
Title: The Resolution
Author: onecasillas
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters in this story, this never happened.
A/N: Could be seen as a sequel to Different Worlds, but can be read separately.
Word Count: 1,174
"So?"
Fernando raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling his cheeks burn a little. "So what?"
A chuckle. "What were you thinking about?"
They'd been walking down the streets of Madrid in silence, a slight, refreshing breeze against their faces, their feet taking them to the place where they both knew they'd spend the night at, even if they hadn't agreed on anything, because it was a routine they'd fallen into without really noticing.
Fernando had always been comfortable in silence, he just was one of those guys that enjoyed quiet over constant talking. And that had just been one of those rare moments in which he'd got to enjoy Daniel like that, the two of them alone, without their friends (Daniel's friends, Fernando admitted) around, and he'd concluded that he rather enjoyed it.
It's not like he didn't enjoy the times spent at the skate park, too. Daniel's friends had always been nice and had made an effort to make him feel part of the group since the day he'd showed up for the first time feeling different, right after talking to Daniel the previous afternoon.
But since then, the moments spent together, just the two of them, had been rare, almost non existent, and even if Fernando's mind kept telling him to stop being stupid, that just because Daniel didn't ask him out didn't mean he didn't like him, his heart was tired of all this playing around. He just wanted a straight answer, was that too much to ask?
"Nothing," he said with a shrug. "Just school."
Of course, a straight answer was too much to ask if he never dared to make the question that tormented him in the first place.
"You spend half your day inside there, and yet you manage to think about it when you're out? You sure are something else," Daniel told him in a light and teasing voice, bumping his shoulder against Fernando's as they walked, making the Spaniard stumble a little in surprise.
"Yeah," was all Fernando managed to say. And again, he felt his cheeks turn red at his own ability to come off as an idiot every time he was with Daniel.
"You're quiet today."
Fernando let out a long breath, then shrugged. "I always am," he said, and then as in a second thought, he added, "I'm not you."
Daniel laughed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Fernando didn't answer and allowed them both to slip back into that silent atmosphere that he'd appreciated so much before. Maybe he liked it because it made him feel as if they were more intimate, as if there truly was something going on between them. Or maybe he liked it because it prevented him from saying stupid things.
Almost as if he understood, Daniel didn't press any more on the matter and started humming a song under his breath, playing his imaginary air guitar as they continued walking towards the skate park.
It was closed, as usual, but they didn't see that as a problem as they skillfully climbed over the fence and jumped to the other side. Fernando didn't struggle with it anymore like he had the first times, and for that he earned a little proud smile from Daniel that made his stomach turn.
They sat down at the edge of the bowl, the cement cold beneath them going on unnoticed to Fernando at the closeness of their bodies and their knees brushing. Daniel picked up his guitar solo from where he'd left it, and the sound of his humming was the only thing that filled the air for at least five minutes.
"You know," he finally said, leaning back to lay down, his feet still dangling at the edge of the bowl. "That thing about opposites attracting, I don't think that's true."
Fernando frowned a bit at this sudden idea. "Oh?"
"Well, I'm just saying," he went on, and his hand slightly brushed the small of Fernando's back as he flicked a little pebble away. "Take us two, for example. We're not opposites, are we? We're both guys, for starters, and we both like football, we like the same music, or close… and we're friends, right? We get along just fine."
The little turns that Fernando's stomach had started doing stopped abruptly at the word friends, and he remained quiet for a while, just listening to Daniel's calm breathing behind him. After more of his silence, he felt the pressure of Daniel's hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards him, and he allowed the hand to drag him down so that he was laying on his back next to the other.
His eyes remained fixed above him. "I don't think that phrase is really meant for friends," he finally said with a small smile.
Daniel shrugged. "I know."
"And besides," Fernando went on in a low voice, "we're very different. Personality wise, at least."
"That's not true," Daniel said. "I'm as shy as you are, I just don't show it." Fernando snorted at this. "What? I'm serious."
"Yes, Dan. Of course you're shy."
"Well, what do you know, anyway?" Daniel said, folding his arms over his chest suddenly with a small frown. "It's not like… I don't know. If I wasn't shy, I wouldn't be scared to do some things, or say what's on my mind."
"Shut up, Dan, you're never scared of speaking your mind," Fernando told him, moving his arm in an attempt to smack him lightly but failing completely and hitting the cement floor instead.
Daniel was quick to stretch and take Fernando's hand in his, and he placed them both over his stomach. "You know nothing," he said in a whisper.
Fernando turned to him with wide eyes. "About what?"
"About me," Daniel answered with a shrug. "There are many things that scare me. Disappointing my parents, my friends betraying me, losing my passion for the things I love. And... and you."
Silence was all that Fernando could muster at that moment, his heart almost beating out of his chest, his breath quickening.
"It's not that you're a scary person, far from it, it's just that... you're so… I don't know, you're so you, that I'm frightened of... of what you can make me feel."
To Fernando, Daniel's words didn't mean fireworks or a leap of his heart or an incredible sense of happiness washing over him, but only a rather unpleasant lurch of his stomach and a light blush across his cheeks. He was glad, though. Fireworks and shooting stars in the sky above them as they kissed sounded like a fairy tale, something you'd read in a book, but not this. No, this was real, Daniel was real, and he was laying right next to him, telling him there might just be something that he thought was worth looking for.
Fernando quietly swallowed. "It scares me too," he said, his lips quirking slightly upwards. "But it's a good scared, no?"
Daniel smiled and brought Fernando's hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. "Definitely."
Author: onecasillas
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters in this story, this never happened.
A/N: Could be seen as a sequel to Different Worlds, but can be read separately.
Word Count: 1,174
"So?"
Fernando raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling his cheeks burn a little. "So what?"
A chuckle. "What were you thinking about?"
They'd been walking down the streets of Madrid in silence, a slight, refreshing breeze against their faces, their feet taking them to the place where they both knew they'd spend the night at, even if they hadn't agreed on anything, because it was a routine they'd fallen into without really noticing.
Fernando had always been comfortable in silence, he just was one of those guys that enjoyed quiet over constant talking. And that had just been one of those rare moments in which he'd got to enjoy Daniel like that, the two of them alone, without their friends (Daniel's friends, Fernando admitted) around, and he'd concluded that he rather enjoyed it.
It's not like he didn't enjoy the times spent at the skate park, too. Daniel's friends had always been nice and had made an effort to make him feel part of the group since the day he'd showed up for the first time feeling different, right after talking to Daniel the previous afternoon.
But since then, the moments spent together, just the two of them, had been rare, almost non existent, and even if Fernando's mind kept telling him to stop being stupid, that just because Daniel didn't ask him out didn't mean he didn't like him, his heart was tired of all this playing around. He just wanted a straight answer, was that too much to ask?
"Nothing," he said with a shrug. "Just school."
Of course, a straight answer was too much to ask if he never dared to make the question that tormented him in the first place.
"You spend half your day inside there, and yet you manage to think about it when you're out? You sure are something else," Daniel told him in a light and teasing voice, bumping his shoulder against Fernando's as they walked, making the Spaniard stumble a little in surprise.
"Yeah," was all Fernando managed to say. And again, he felt his cheeks turn red at his own ability to come off as an idiot every time he was with Daniel.
"You're quiet today."
Fernando let out a long breath, then shrugged. "I always am," he said, and then as in a second thought, he added, "I'm not you."
Daniel laughed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Fernando didn't answer and allowed them both to slip back into that silent atmosphere that he'd appreciated so much before. Maybe he liked it because it made him feel as if they were more intimate, as if there truly was something going on between them. Or maybe he liked it because it prevented him from saying stupid things.
Almost as if he understood, Daniel didn't press any more on the matter and started humming a song under his breath, playing his imaginary air guitar as they continued walking towards the skate park.
It was closed, as usual, but they didn't see that as a problem as they skillfully climbed over the fence and jumped to the other side. Fernando didn't struggle with it anymore like he had the first times, and for that he earned a little proud smile from Daniel that made his stomach turn.
They sat down at the edge of the bowl, the cement cold beneath them going on unnoticed to Fernando at the closeness of their bodies and their knees brushing. Daniel picked up his guitar solo from where he'd left it, and the sound of his humming was the only thing that filled the air for at least five minutes.
"You know," he finally said, leaning back to lay down, his feet still dangling at the edge of the bowl. "That thing about opposites attracting, I don't think that's true."
Fernando frowned a bit at this sudden idea. "Oh?"
"Well, I'm just saying," he went on, and his hand slightly brushed the small of Fernando's back as he flicked a little pebble away. "Take us two, for example. We're not opposites, are we? We're both guys, for starters, and we both like football, we like the same music, or close… and we're friends, right? We get along just fine."
The little turns that Fernando's stomach had started doing stopped abruptly at the word friends, and he remained quiet for a while, just listening to Daniel's calm breathing behind him. After more of his silence, he felt the pressure of Daniel's hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards him, and he allowed the hand to drag him down so that he was laying on his back next to the other.
His eyes remained fixed above him. "I don't think that phrase is really meant for friends," he finally said with a small smile.
Daniel shrugged. "I know."
"And besides," Fernando went on in a low voice, "we're very different. Personality wise, at least."
"That's not true," Daniel said. "I'm as shy as you are, I just don't show it." Fernando snorted at this. "What? I'm serious."
"Yes, Dan. Of course you're shy."
"Well, what do you know, anyway?" Daniel said, folding his arms over his chest suddenly with a small frown. "It's not like… I don't know. If I wasn't shy, I wouldn't be scared to do some things, or say what's on my mind."
"Shut up, Dan, you're never scared of speaking your mind," Fernando told him, moving his arm in an attempt to smack him lightly but failing completely and hitting the cement floor instead.
Daniel was quick to stretch and take Fernando's hand in his, and he placed them both over his stomach. "You know nothing," he said in a whisper.
Fernando turned to him with wide eyes. "About what?"
"About me," Daniel answered with a shrug. "There are many things that scare me. Disappointing my parents, my friends betraying me, losing my passion for the things I love. And... and you."
Silence was all that Fernando could muster at that moment, his heart almost beating out of his chest, his breath quickening.
"It's not that you're a scary person, far from it, it's just that... you're so… I don't know, you're so you, that I'm frightened of... of what you can make me feel."
To Fernando, Daniel's words didn't mean fireworks or a leap of his heart or an incredible sense of happiness washing over him, but only a rather unpleasant lurch of his stomach and a light blush across his cheeks. He was glad, though. Fireworks and shooting stars in the sky above them as they kissed sounded like a fairy tale, something you'd read in a book, but not this. No, this was real, Daniel was real, and he was laying right next to him, telling him there might just be something that he thought was worth looking for.
Fernando quietly swallowed. "It scares me too," he said, his lips quirking slightly upwards. "But it's a good scared, no?"
Daniel smiled and brought Fernando's hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. "Definitely."