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In the Hot Tub( Martin2 fic)
Title: In the Hot Tub
Pairing/Characters: Martin Skrtel / Martin Kelly, Daniel Agger, Andy Carroll. Andy Carroll/ Jose Enrique Implied. Mentions of Jose Enrique, Steven Gerrard, Sami Hyypia and Jaime Carragher.
Disclaimer: All in my head. Nothing's true.
Rating: R
Summary: How Skrtel deals with news of Daniel’s 4-year contract extension.
Note: AU meets RL. In this, Andy and Kelly are not footballers. Skrtel is Skrtel and Martin is Kelly. Smut, fluff, u name it.
The boys had a rigorous workout at training and Skrtel could not wait to hit the shower. He was sitting down on a bench in the locker room, unlacing his boots when he heard Daniel calling his name. He looked up and noticed that the Dane had a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Guess what?” Dan said.
“What” he replied enthusiastically.
“I just signed for another four years.” At that Skrtel stilled for a moment, but soon recovered and got up to take Dan in a bear hug.
“Oh! That’s great dude, congratulations” he managed.
Skrtel was aware that his arms were wrapped around Dan, holding on tightly to his friend, unable to formulate any more words. His mind raced with the thought of the deeper implication of this announcement. Skrtel was always aware that he was brought in as a replacement to Daniel when he was injured. Of course he was happy for his friend, but at the same time he was nervous about what this could trigger. Carra and Sami were immovable and with Dan confirming his stay for another 4 years he wondered if there will come a time when he had to fight for a place in the starting eleven.
“Erm! Are you Okay?” Dan asked.
“I’m so happy for you” Skrtel said, managing a genuine smile. “I’m just a bit shocked that’s all, what with all the transfer rumors doing the rounds”
“I know. But I decided to give you a run for your money, seeing how you’re slagging off these days” Dan said jokingly.
“I would like to see you try.” Skrtel retorted and gave Dan a playful punch on his arm.
With an “Ok then, cya around” the Dane headed towards the shower.
The Slovak sat down again, barely able to contain his thoughts. He decided to skip the shower and head home, dreading another meeting with Daniel if he stayed back.
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Showered and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Skrtel laid down on his comfortable bed but he was feeling anything but comfortable. It was close to 7pm and he needed to do something to take his mind off this Daniel situation. Sighing, he grabbed his cell phone and rode the elevator to the ground floor and exited the back lobby to the building’s pool area which was dimly lit. The place was blissfully deserted except for two guys, who were barely in their twenties, drinking beer at one of the far tables.
Skrtel sat down next to the hot tub, exhaling as he dunked his feet in the steamy water.
He dialed Andy.
“God I’m glad you answered” he said when Andy picked up on the first ring.
“Why? You are done with training for the day and you don’t have a match until Wednesday. Don’t you have better things to do on a Saturday night? ”
As the Slovak was forming a response Andy said “Wait. It’s about Dan and his new contract isn’t it? Jose told me”
“I’m a horrible person” Skrtel sighed dejectedly. “My best friend just signed another 4 year contract and I can’t even be happy for him.”
“I wanna say I’m sorry and good for him at the same time, so I can imagine how you are feeling” Andy said.
“Of course I’m happy for him.” he said, contradicting his earlier statement. “I’m just worried about, you know--”
“I know, I know” Andy said soothingly. “Just don’t think for a single second that what you’re feeling is wrong. Of course you’re happy for him, but it’s understandable that you’d have mixed feeling about it. Anyone would.”
“You wouldn’t.” Skrtel stated.
“Well, there’s only one of me in this world, so don’t bang yourself up just ‘cos you’ll never be the great human being that I am” Andy said jokingly, managing to diffuse the tension a bit.
This is precisely why the Slovak had called Andy. Not Stevie, or Sami, or worse Carra.
“Fair enough. How’s Jose doing?” Skrtel noticed the two guys getting up and giving each other the not-really-touching backslap goodnight. The fairer one gathered the two empty beer bottles and walked towards the lobby. The darker-haired one, who looked quite young, and wearing a short-sleeved white linen shirt, walked towards him.
“He’s good. Not much to report. We’re still fucking like bunnies if you are that interested” Andy replied cheekily.
“Ewww. Too much information” Skrtel murmured. He was annoyed to see the guy toss his wallet and towel on a nearby chaise and begin to remove his shirt. If the entire pool area was completely deserted, why did he have to be right next to him?
“You asked.” Andy exclaimed dramatically.
“Hmm,” he said, not hearing a word. The guy stripped off his jeans to reveal navy mesh shorts beneath them, and Skrtel was intrigued to see that he actually appeared leaner without his clothes on. His looks suggested he was brooding and temperamental by nature. And God, that flat stomach. He was sure sonnets could be written about them.
Andy was saying something about his new car but the Slovak wasn’t paying attention. He was too conscious of the guy listening to his side of the conversation, so instead he said “Andy, I’m just going to head inside. I’ll call you in a few minutes from my room.”
“Unlike you, I have plans. So, let’s just talk tomorrow. Jose is--”
“Sounds good. Sleep well.” Skrtel clicked the phone shut without waiting for Andy’s response.
The guy smiled at him-a nice smile, he decided-and stepped onto the tub’s top step. He lowered himself in quickly, seeming not even to notice the scalding water, and said, “Aww, missing your boyfriend?”
He could feel himself blushing, which he hated. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend.” The moment he said it he realized that the boy did not need to know that.
He grinned, and he wanted to kill the boy, and then himself.
“That was my friend Andy,” he said to no one in particular.
“Ah! Got it. How is Andy?”
Skrtel couldn’t tell if he was mocking him or asking seriously, and he found this unnerving. “Andy is just fine,” he said with a lot more force than he intended. As he wiggled his toes in the warm water and watched the boy watch him, he suddenly no longer cared what he thought. “He’s having a wonderful time with his boyfriend Jose and they are planning to get married, which is a start because Andy collects boyfriends like boys collect toys and he’s always been commitment phobic. But Jose is a nice guy and I’m sure he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Andy.” After a brief pause he added, “Also, my rival and best friend just signed a new contact and I don’t know if I should be happy for him or feel sad for myself.”
“Sounds like you and Andy had a lot to talk about,” he said, looking amused but not surprised.
“Anything overly personal or inappropriate that you want to share with me?” Skrtel asked.
He shrugged and waved his hands in a what you see is what you get sort of way. “Not really”.
Asshole. Skrtel Thought. He wasn’t the one who invaded someone else’s personal space, interrupted a phone call, and initiated conversation, was he? Skrtel pulled his feet from the water and began to stand up.
“Okay, okay. My name is Martin. I’m in law school at the UoL. That guy I was with earlier is my friend. He just told me that his boyfriend gave him herpes. Let’s see, what else? I only got into UoL because my father pulled some strings. And the dumbest thing I ever did was give a random guy head in an elevator and get caught doing it.”
Now that’s more like it! He was nothing like his ex-boyfriend in the intelligence department, but he was definitely hot and amusing.
“Excellent.” Skrtel dunked his legs back in the water. “So tell me Martin, what do you think about---”
He stopped midsentence and stared, as Martin seemed to materialize in front of him. Before he had a moment to think or react, he slid his body between his legs, propped up on the hot tub’s bench, and placed his lips on him. Too surprised to do much of anything, he kissed him back. Instantly, he felt that long-forgotten jolt of excitement run through him, the same one he used to feel in the early years with his ex but hadn’t felt much after the first year. Here with Martin, his mind was magically, blessedly blank. All thoughts of Daniel, his contract, training, football-everything deserted him.
The gentleness lasted only a few minutes, just long enough to lose entirely, and then Martin enveloped him in his arms, pressed his bare chest against his T-shirted one, and tugged his lower lip with his teeth. He buried his face in his neck and Skrtel threw his head back in pleasure, and practically begged him to keep kissing the sensitive skin on the back oh his neck and shoulders. He wrapped his legs around Martin’s waist and ran his fingers through his hair as Martin breathed heavily, and then, without any warning at all, lifted his butt off the cement, pulled his entire body against his, and lowered them both into the water.
Martin captured his mouth and did that thing with his lower lip again. All the moisture from their mouths and the rising steam and the unique sensation of the hot water soaking his clothes made Skrtel feel like melting. Martin pulled his sopping wet T-Shirt over his head and pressed his chest to his. They both felt the immediate gratification of bare skin on skin, and it was in that moment of intense contact that made Skrtel wonder why on earth he had never felt this way before.
From that moment on, Martin ceased to exist as a separate person, or really as any person at all. He was merely the body he desperately wanted to be near. It felt like the most natural thing in the world when Martin expertly removed his shorts and allowed it to float away. And then using only one hand while the other held his head to his lips, slid off his own shorts.
He lifted him back out of the water and laid him on the pavement. The cool surface and air were a relief from all the heat. Skrtel forgot he was completely naked in the presence of a total stranger and in view of god knows how many apartments. He thought of absolutely nothing except how much he wanted him, and feeling him against his thigh. He maneuvered in every possible manner to get closer, but Martin seemed to enjoy teasing him.
“Martin, Please touch me.” he whispered hoarsely.
Martin smirked before bending down to capture his lips, stroking his aroused cock with his right hand.
Skrtel moaned into his mouth, begging and groaning and repeatedly saying fuck me please.
It was only after what felt like an interminable amount of pressing and kissing and kneading each other that Martin pulled him back into the hot tub. Once in the hot water, they did not bother much with preparation. Martin slid two fingers in at once and stretched him. Skrtel groaned loudly and grabbed his head kissing him feverishly.
A condom materialized from his discarded shorts pocket and Martin tore the wrapper off none too gently and rolled it onto his already hard cock. Skrtel was pinned against the walls of the tub with his legs wrapped around his waist. Martin pushed upwards inside his tight ass with one swift movement. He felt a sharp pain but that pain soon turned into heavenly pleasure when the younger man started to move in and out of him slowly. The heat from the water and Martin’s cock inside him was too much and he started swearing and moaning.
“Does it feel good?” Martin whispered seductively into his ear.
He could only nod in reply and wrapped his legs around his waist even tighter, if that was possible.
With one hand holding his ass Martin pushed up harder while his other hand started stroking the Slovak’s cock. With one final thrust Martin hit his prostrate and they both came together. Skrtel shuddered and basked in his orgasm immediately capturing Martin’s mouth and kissing him thoroughly.
After they broke their kiss the younger man looked at him innocently and asked “So, what do you say we make this a habit?”
Skrtel pretended to think for a moment before replying “Hmm. I think I can make do with this more often.”
The huge grin Martin gave him was enough to dispel all thoughts and fears about his future.
Oh yes .Skrtel thought I can definitely make a habit out of this. He smiled and leaned in to brush his lips against his man, sighing contentedly. In that moment it was just the two of them-just He and Martin. Nothing and no one mattered.
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