You're Either With Me Or Not At All
Title: You're Either With Me Or Not At All
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Jon Dahl Tomasson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Beta by metafic. This takes place in October of 2006. Title from Sleeping With Giants by TAI.
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Jon twists his hands in Nick's hair. Down he says, pushing Nick's head down as he speaks. Nick's stomach twists and he presses his hands (tentatively because he's nervous and Jon is still his captain no matter how many times they fuck) on Jon's hips.
He's eighteen and he thinks he should know how to do this already. And he does, just not well. Or at least that's what people (all two of them, and the first time he was drunk) keep telling him. He presses his forehead against Jon's stomach because he's nervous and he doesn't want to fuck this up.
Jon's hand in his hair twists, but not hard and he tips Nick's head back, looking down at him. I know you can do this. His voice is soft and Nick shivers, wishing he was wearing something more than just shorts. He presses his mouth against Jon's stomach, sucking, because there are some things he does well.
He shifts down, sitting back on his heels for a moment then back up again. Mouth against Jon's hip, flicking his tongue against skin. He glances up without pulling away and Jon grins down at him, rubbing at his head and tugging lightly at his hair. Nick runs one hand up Jon's thigh, toward his hip. Rubs his thumb against skin and then drops his gaze, licks slowly toward the base of Jon's cock and he hates that he's nervous.
Nick closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing and it almost works. He slides his mouth along soft hair, then his lips are right there and he presses a kiss against the base of Jon's cock. Maybe he can do this after all. Mouth along the side and he sucks lightly. Jon's hips shift forward, just a little and Nick's reminded that this is real and he falters.
He pulls back and he can feel Jon's eyes on him. He shifts, leaning forward and pressing his face against Jon's stomach again. He wants to find a cave to crawl into and hide.
Nick? Jon's voice is soft again and Nick can't look up.
I can't, he mutters, mouth against Jon's stomach.
You can, Nicklas. Jon uses his full name and Nick tips his head back again. It's not that hard, I've been giving blowjobs since before you were born.
It makes Nick smile and then laugh after he does the math. Since you were ten? A slight smirk on his lips as he asks and Jon smacks the top of his head.
I was twelve when you were born, he says and then bends down, tipping Nick's head back and kissing him. You can do this, Nicky, he whispers before pulling back.
Nick thinks about protesting again, but he doesn't. Instead he sighs, forehead back against Jon's stomach. Jon's fingers tangled in his hair again, sliding down against his face, rubbing just lightly.
He swallows, forcing himself to pull away and he raises one hand, flat against Jon's stomach and then he slides it down, over Jon's cock. He moves his hand slowly, curling his fingers around and pulling at Jon's cock. Thumb over the tip and then back down again. He glances up and he can't help the small smile that slides across his face when he sees Jon's head tipped back, eyes shut.
He slides his hand back down, against the base and then leans forward, mouth hovering just above the tip of Jon's cock. Slides his tongue out, licking just lightly and then he slowly leans in, mouth over the tip and he sucks quickly. Too quickly and it makes Jon laugh. He tries it again, longer and this time there's no laughter.
Jon's fingers tighten in his hair and Nick moves his head, just enough to make Jon's fingers pull at his hair as he shifts his mouth so it's pressed against the side of Jon's cock. He sucks, then drags his tongue along the side and he thinks he's doing at least something right because Jon's making low noises. Kind of like the noises Nick likes when Jon makes him top (it's not often, but enough that Nick doesn't protest too much).
Nick and Jon's voice is breathless. Nick looks up, mouth still against the side of Jon's cock. Switch sides and it's mostly a command and Nick does as he's told. Mouth against the opposite side of Jon's cock, sucking again. He drops his hand for a moment, tongue against the base and he thinks that he can do this. Licks his way up, sucking the tip again, sliding his fingers around the base again as he takes Jon into his mouth.
A quick glance up and Jon catches his gaze and grins. A little harder and it's the way Jon says it that makes Nick's stomach flip like it did the first time they kissed. He sucks harder, taking a little more of Jon into his mouth. Jon pushes back against Nick's mouth and Nick thinks Jon's trying to be careful. Not to make him gag and it's working and he thinks maybe he could like this.
Jon's fingers tighten in his hair again and Nick's suddenly found the right rhythm. One hand splayed against Jon's hip, the other around the base. Mouth around Jon's cock, sucking and then moving down the sides, tongue against skin and then back up again. Jon tenses under Nick's hand and he's close. Nick increases his pace, just a little, sucking harder as he does.
Jon's voice is breathless and low, almost a growl. He tells Nick to take him in more, that it'll be okay. And Nick does, not all the way, but enough. He does it twice and then sucks at the tip and Jon's so close that it's making Nick's head spin a little. He sucks harder and he can feel Jon shuddering.
Swallow, Jon says as Nick takes his cock into his mouth again, sucking and then Jon's coming. He swallows, almost choking as he pulls back, but he doesn't. Jon looks down at him with a look Nick can't identify. He thinks maybe it's with affection. Jon frees his hand from Nick's hair and then sinks to his knees.
He cups Nick's face in his hands and kisses him, full on the mouth and hard. He slides a hand around back of Nick's neck, fingers against skin, not quite digging in. Nick kisses him back, hard and needy. Jon pulls away first, breathless and he grins.
Good, he whispers and kisses Nick again, softer this time.
Nick sinks against him, head against his shoulder, then face against his neck. Jon's fingers in his hair again, threaded, but not pulling. He turns his head, pressing a kiss against Nick's temple.
Thanks and Nick's voice is barely audible. Jon wraps his arms around Nick and just holds him. The hotel room is silent and Nick thinks that maybe he'd do this again. Just maybe.
Pairing: Nicklas Bendtner/Jon Dahl Tomasson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Beta by metafic. This takes place in October of 2006. Title from Sleeping With Giants by TAI.
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Jon twists his hands in Nick's hair. Down he says, pushing Nick's head down as he speaks. Nick's stomach twists and he presses his hands (tentatively because he's nervous and Jon is still his captain no matter how many times they fuck) on Jon's hips.
He's eighteen and he thinks he should know how to do this already. And he does, just not well. Or at least that's what people (all two of them, and the first time he was drunk) keep telling him. He presses his forehead against Jon's stomach because he's nervous and he doesn't want to fuck this up.
Jon's hand in his hair twists, but not hard and he tips Nick's head back, looking down at him. I know you can do this. His voice is soft and Nick shivers, wishing he was wearing something more than just shorts. He presses his mouth against Jon's stomach, sucking, because there are some things he does well.
He shifts down, sitting back on his heels for a moment then back up again. Mouth against Jon's hip, flicking his tongue against skin. He glances up without pulling away and Jon grins down at him, rubbing at his head and tugging lightly at his hair. Nick runs one hand up Jon's thigh, toward his hip. Rubs his thumb against skin and then drops his gaze, licks slowly toward the base of Jon's cock and he hates that he's nervous.
Nick closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing and it almost works. He slides his mouth along soft hair, then his lips are right there and he presses a kiss against the base of Jon's cock. Maybe he can do this after all. Mouth along the side and he sucks lightly. Jon's hips shift forward, just a little and Nick's reminded that this is real and he falters.
He pulls back and he can feel Jon's eyes on him. He shifts, leaning forward and pressing his face against Jon's stomach again. He wants to find a cave to crawl into and hide.
Nick? Jon's voice is soft again and Nick can't look up.
I can't, he mutters, mouth against Jon's stomach.
You can, Nicklas. Jon uses his full name and Nick tips his head back again. It's not that hard, I've been giving blowjobs since before you were born.
It makes Nick smile and then laugh after he does the math. Since you were ten? A slight smirk on his lips as he asks and Jon smacks the top of his head.
I was twelve when you were born, he says and then bends down, tipping Nick's head back and kissing him. You can do this, Nicky, he whispers before pulling back.
Nick thinks about protesting again, but he doesn't. Instead he sighs, forehead back against Jon's stomach. Jon's fingers tangled in his hair again, sliding down against his face, rubbing just lightly.
He swallows, forcing himself to pull away and he raises one hand, flat against Jon's stomach and then he slides it down, over Jon's cock. He moves his hand slowly, curling his fingers around and pulling at Jon's cock. Thumb over the tip and then back down again. He glances up and he can't help the small smile that slides across his face when he sees Jon's head tipped back, eyes shut.
He slides his hand back down, against the base and then leans forward, mouth hovering just above the tip of Jon's cock. Slides his tongue out, licking just lightly and then he slowly leans in, mouth over the tip and he sucks quickly. Too quickly and it makes Jon laugh. He tries it again, longer and this time there's no laughter.
Jon's fingers tighten in his hair and Nick moves his head, just enough to make Jon's fingers pull at his hair as he shifts his mouth so it's pressed against the side of Jon's cock. He sucks, then drags his tongue along the side and he thinks he's doing at least something right because Jon's making low noises. Kind of like the noises Nick likes when Jon makes him top (it's not often, but enough that Nick doesn't protest too much).
Nick and Jon's voice is breathless. Nick looks up, mouth still against the side of Jon's cock. Switch sides and it's mostly a command and Nick does as he's told. Mouth against the opposite side of Jon's cock, sucking again. He drops his hand for a moment, tongue against the base and he thinks that he can do this. Licks his way up, sucking the tip again, sliding his fingers around the base again as he takes Jon into his mouth.
A quick glance up and Jon catches his gaze and grins. A little harder and it's the way Jon says it that makes Nick's stomach flip like it did the first time they kissed. He sucks harder, taking a little more of Jon into his mouth. Jon pushes back against Nick's mouth and Nick thinks Jon's trying to be careful. Not to make him gag and it's working and he thinks maybe he could like this.
Jon's fingers tighten in his hair again and Nick's suddenly found the right rhythm. One hand splayed against Jon's hip, the other around the base. Mouth around Jon's cock, sucking and then moving down the sides, tongue against skin and then back up again. Jon tenses under Nick's hand and he's close. Nick increases his pace, just a little, sucking harder as he does.
Jon's voice is breathless and low, almost a growl. He tells Nick to take him in more, that it'll be okay. And Nick does, not all the way, but enough. He does it twice and then sucks at the tip and Jon's so close that it's making Nick's head spin a little. He sucks harder and he can feel Jon shuddering.
Swallow, Jon says as Nick takes his cock into his mouth again, sucking and then Jon's coming. He swallows, almost choking as he pulls back, but he doesn't. Jon looks down at him with a look Nick can't identify. He thinks maybe it's with affection. Jon frees his hand from Nick's hair and then sinks to his knees.
He cups Nick's face in his hands and kisses him, full on the mouth and hard. He slides a hand around back of Nick's neck, fingers against skin, not quite digging in. Nick kisses him back, hard and needy. Jon pulls away first, breathless and he grins.
Good, he whispers and kisses Nick again, softer this time.
Nick sinks against him, head against his shoulder, then face against his neck. Jon's fingers in his hair again, threaded, but not pulling. He turns his head, pressing a kiss against Nick's temple.
Thanks and Nick's voice is barely audible. Jon wraps his arms around Nick and just holds him. The hotel room is silent and Nick thinks that maybe he'd do this again. Just maybe.