Drunken Revelry
Drunken Revelry
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: NC17 (soft-ish)
Warnings: I dunno, maybe SEX? duh. also it might look a bit crack-like, I'm not too sure
Disclaimer: not true. so, so not true.
Summary: Nick's moving out, Dan comes down to par-tay
A/N: why do I spam your ljs like this? I do not know.
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“Dan, are you coming down this weekend?” Nick asked over the phone, laughing at Theo’s locker room antics.
“I dunno man…” The other Dane scratched the back of his head thoughtfully.
“Come on! I’m moving out! This is my last change to piss off Mr. and Mrs. Fucks-loudly-at-all-hours, you have to make it!”
“Well…”
“No ‘well,’ Agger, you’re coming and that’s it.” With that the striker hung up.
Dan sighed, in a word? This was going to be a gong show (err… gong-show).
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When Dan got to Nick’s London flat the party was in full swing. Taped to the door (crookedly) was a sloppy sign that read:
“Nicklas Bendtner (The Danish Wonderkind {--> Cesc, that’s German})’s Move Out Blow Out to Annoy Overjoy the Neighbours.”
“Oh, dear.” Dan smiled and swung the door open, immediately being engulfed by the thumping base.
“AGGER!” Jon Dal Tomasson roared, throwing an arm around the defender.
“Hey ya, Jon.” He laughed dodging the captain’s sloshing beer cup.
“Dan!” Nick saved the other Dane from what was quickly becoming a drunken cuddle. “Hey, I want you to meet someone!”
“Hmm?” Dan was busy greeting the national players he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Come on, he’s over here.”
Nick dragged Daniel through the entire Arsenal and Danish teams (plus a few others who, like Dan, were threatened/bribed/told explicitly that they had to come).
“This is Cesc. He’s Spanish!” Nick chuckled and thrust Dan into a short, dark haired man.
Said man caught the defender but swayed unsteadily and Dan ended up having to stabilize the Spaniard.
“Uh, hey.”
“Hi!” Cesc smiled lopsidedly, eyes glazed a little with alcohol. “You’re tall!”
“And you’re short; I think we’ll get along famously.”
The midfielder laughed (giggled really) but then seemed to do a double take as he craned his neck to look up at Dan.
“You’re Daniel Agger!” Surprisingly Cesc sounded happily awed.
“And you’re Cesc Fabregas.”
Cesc’s face clouded over, “I’m going to kill Nicklas.”
“Why-”
“BENDTNER!” Cesc bellowed and Dan flinched at the unexpected yell.
“Yes, my dear?” The Dane was at his side in a second, smirking.
“You just had to do this, didn’t you! You just-”
Nick slapped a hand over the irate Spaniard’s mouth and smiled sweetly at a very confused Daggs.
“We’ll be right back.”
Dan managed to knock back a beer and a half while Cesc and Nick were gesturing animatedly a few yards away.
“What’s that all about?” Slurred a tipsy Christian Poulsen.
“You know, I’m not really sure…”
The midfielder laughed uproariously like Dan was joking and stumbled away into Gallas who didn’t look amused. And suddenly Cesc and Nick were back at his side, Cesc looking sulky and embarrassed and Nick looking insufferably pleased with himself.
“Dan, have you met Cesc?”
“Umm… no, actually. Oh my god, weren’t you the player of the year?” Dan joked.
Cesc flushed more but managed a drunken giggle.
“There we go, best friends!” The blonde striker announced happily.
Cesc shot Nick a glare as he skipped off into the mass.
“I need another drink… wanna come?” the Spaniard mumbled the last bit.
“Sure.” Daggs shook his head in confusion but followed the younger man.
A couple (okay a few… or maybe quite a few… or a lot… or too many, Dan couldn’t remember) drinks later Cesc was in a more talkative mood and Dan was too.
“I made the sign, you know.” Cesc announced, while they were both leaning against each other on Nick’s couch.
“What sign?” Dan was having problems focusing on what the other man was talking about.
“On the door!” Cesc leaned against Dan’s shoulder. “Vunder-kind and all that.” He was slurring quite badly now.
“Oh, I liked it.” Dan knew he was grinning stupidly but couldn’t help it.
“You know what else?” The Spaniard leaned in close as if sharing a secret.
“What?” in his drunken state Dan was able to take the other man seriously.
“Nick invited you for me.” Cesc whispered.
“For you?” Daniel’s mind was foggy and unable to keep up.
“Yea,” he breathed. “Nando talked about you and sent me pictures and I watched your games. Nicklas made fun of me.” He pouted a little. “But I had to.”
Dan’s mind still wasn’t keeping up.
“What?”
Cesc decided to show the Dane instead of explaining so he clambered on to the defender’s lap. The midfielder looked confused for a moment and his hands fluttered about, at a loss for where to put them before settling for just seizing the Dane’s shirt collar and literally crashing their heads together.
“Ouch.” Dan raised an eyebrow at the other man.
Cesc made an adorable face in concentration and tried again, succeeding in sloppily melding their mouths. Dan’s brain finally caught up and his hands came up to tangle in Cesc’s hair. The Spaniard sunk as far as he could into the defender’s embrace, revelling in what he’d wanted for quite some time but even in his impaired state he knew that this wasn’t enough.
“More… more.” He pulled at Dan’s shirt, and drunkenly rolled off the other man.
“Where are you going?!” The defender tried to catch Cesc’s hand to pull him back down.
Cesc attempted to give the seated man his bedroom eyes as he walked backwards towards Nick’s spare bedroom but only managed to knock over an end table and upset a potted plant.
“Come on.” The Catalan purred and Dan was quick to jump up (and stumble into the coffee table) and follow.
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Nicklas watched them lurch their way, Cesc leading Dan by his belt buckle, towards his guest room.
“Alright, alright, you win, you’re a master.” Philippe conceded, laughing.
“I know,” Nick sighed in a self-satisfied manner. “It’s hard being this good.”
They both chuckled and clinked beer bottles.
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After running into a couple walls and almost damaging most of Nick’s worldly goods they made it to the doorway. Cesc and Dan were necking in the hall while Cesc tried to work the door handle behind him without looking but the Spaniard was hampered by the eager Dane pushing him impatiently against it. Finally Dan got annoyed and swatted Cesc’s hand away with a growl and turned the handle, sending them both sprawling onto the floor.
Dan got onto his hands and knees and (after kicking the door shut) stalked towards Cesc who was propped up on his hands a little ways away, legs splayed. The defender’s slight drunken weave gave him a predatory look as he crawled up the prone Catalan’s body to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss.
“Mmm.” Cesc moaned appreciatively.
“Mmhmm.” Daggs agreed, nipping at the other man’s neck.
“More naked.” Cesc panted, the alcohol and the arousal affecting his English.
“Mmhmm.” Dan agreed again, sucking hard at the base of Cesc’s neck.
“Now!” Demanded the impatient midfielder, tugging at Dan’s belt buckle.
The Dane undid his own belt and the Spaniard’s before Cesc could do any damage to some vital parts he knew he’d need. He allowed Cesc to yank down his jeans but when they could only go as far as his knees they both realized that getting naked would be a lot easier if they did it themselves so they broke apart and there was a flurry of action as they both tore at their clothes.
Dan was going to comment on the loony toon boxers but when they came off he found something else to occupy his attention. The defender licked his palm, winking at Cesc before wrapping his long fingers around the hard, hot Spanish flesh. The helpless Catalan’s hips jerked involuntarily and he arched into the touch. Cesc tried to reciprocate, stroking the Dane absentmindedly, before the wonderful friction and Dan’s animalistic smirk became too much and he had to bite down on his bottom lip hard, letting loose a deep growl as he came.
Cesc slumped back, satisfied, and could only watch helplessly as Dan licked his own hand clean with relish.
“Come here.” Cesc purred, licking his lips.
Dan dropped his cool act and eagerly scrambled over to thrust his tongue into Cesc’s mouth. They had both sobered up a little but arousal still hazed their minds, so when the Spaniard tugged at Dan’s hips, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do for a minute but he shuffled up the other man’s body until his cock was bobbing in front of the midfielder’s face, and Cesc too a long lick, root to tip. Dan moaned sliding up a little further and falling forward to rest his forearms on the mattress of the nearby bed.
Cesc took the Dane’s head into his mouth and Dan couldn’t help but thrust forward into the wet warmth. The Spaniard’s head jerked back and hit the floor with a thump and Dan winced in sympathy as Cesc gave a little glare at him, his mouth still full of Danish cock. Dan reach up the bed (thankful for his long arms) to snag a pillow and offered it to the midfielder.
Cesc lifted his head a little to slide the pillow beneath and took Dan’s length down his throat and the defender groaned but managed not to thrust as hard this time but unable to keep his hips completely still. Dan’s hands were scratching at the mattress as he dipped in and out of Cesc’s willing mouth. He held himself back when Cesc pulled him all the way in and hollowed his cheeks with suction, he even kept his orgasm at bay when Cesc ever so lightly scraped his teeth up his cock but when the Spaniard started to hum he couldn’t keep himself from cuming with a loud moan.
Cesc grinned around the Dane’s softening cock and gave it one last, long suck making Dan wince at the over stimulation and pull his sensitive shaft from the midfielder’s mouth. And suddenly things felt very awkward to the Liverpudlian who lay down next to Cesc, not knowing what to say. But he needn’t have worried because the Spaniard just rolled over so that he was laying with a leg in between the defender’s, his head resting on the taller man’s chest. The gentle rise and fall of Dan’s chest helped send Cesc off to sleep and after a few moments of internal turmoil Dan decided not to over think it and fell asleep as well.
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Nick was making coffee when a black boxer clad Cesc came yawning down the hallway.
“How’d you sleep?” Nick asked, laughing.
“Fine,” Cesc grinned. “And you?”
“Oh, fine, fine.”
They both grinned foolishly at each other for a moment before Nick got fed up.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me what happened?!”
Cesc rolled his eyes, “What do you think happened?!”
Nick was about to answer when he caught sight of Dan exiting the guest bedroom, yawning and rubbing his eye. Cesc gave Nick a wink before giving Dan a kiss on the cheek and heading for the showers.
“Don’t.” Dan said to the other Dane, entering the kitchen.
Nick gave him an affronted look that said ‘who? me?’ before breaking into another wide grin.
“Nice boxers.”
Dan looked down in confusion then gave a frustrated groan.
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: NC17 (soft-ish)
Warnings: I dunno, maybe SEX? duh. also it might look a bit crack-like, I'm not too sure
Disclaimer: not true. so, so not true.
Summary: Nick's moving out, Dan comes down to par-tay
A/N: why do I spam your ljs like this? I do not know.
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“Dan, are you coming down this weekend?” Nick asked over the phone, laughing at Theo’s locker room antics.
“I dunno man…” The other Dane scratched the back of his head thoughtfully.
“Come on! I’m moving out! This is my last change to piss off Mr. and Mrs. Fucks-loudly-at-all-hours, you have to make it!”
“Well…”
“No ‘well,’ Agger, you’re coming and that’s it.” With that the striker hung up.
Dan sighed, in a word? This was going to be a gong show (err… gong-show).
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When Dan got to Nick’s London flat the party was in full swing. Taped to the door (crookedly) was a sloppy sign that read:
“Nicklas Bendtner (The Danish Wonderkind {--> Cesc, that’s German})’s Move Out Blow Out to Annoy Overjoy the Neighbours.”
“Oh, dear.” Dan smiled and swung the door open, immediately being engulfed by the thumping base.
“AGGER!” Jon Dal Tomasson roared, throwing an arm around the defender.
“Hey ya, Jon.” He laughed dodging the captain’s sloshing beer cup.
“Dan!” Nick saved the other Dane from what was quickly becoming a drunken cuddle. “Hey, I want you to meet someone!”
“Hmm?” Dan was busy greeting the national players he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Come on, he’s over here.”
Nick dragged Daniel through the entire Arsenal and Danish teams (plus a few others who, like Dan, were threatened/bribed/told explicitly that they had to come).
“This is Cesc. He’s Spanish!” Nick chuckled and thrust Dan into a short, dark haired man.
Said man caught the defender but swayed unsteadily and Dan ended up having to stabilize the Spaniard.
“Uh, hey.”
“Hi!” Cesc smiled lopsidedly, eyes glazed a little with alcohol. “You’re tall!”
“And you’re short; I think we’ll get along famously.”
The midfielder laughed (giggled really) but then seemed to do a double take as he craned his neck to look up at Dan.
“You’re Daniel Agger!” Surprisingly Cesc sounded happily awed.
“And you’re Cesc Fabregas.”
Cesc’s face clouded over, “I’m going to kill Nicklas.”
“Why-”
“BENDTNER!” Cesc bellowed and Dan flinched at the unexpected yell.
“Yes, my dear?” The Dane was at his side in a second, smirking.
“You just had to do this, didn’t you! You just-”
Nick slapped a hand over the irate Spaniard’s mouth and smiled sweetly at a very confused Daggs.
“We’ll be right back.”
Dan managed to knock back a beer and a half while Cesc and Nick were gesturing animatedly a few yards away.
“What’s that all about?” Slurred a tipsy Christian Poulsen.
“You know, I’m not really sure…”
The midfielder laughed uproariously like Dan was joking and stumbled away into Gallas who didn’t look amused. And suddenly Cesc and Nick were back at his side, Cesc looking sulky and embarrassed and Nick looking insufferably pleased with himself.
“Dan, have you met Cesc?”
“Umm… no, actually. Oh my god, weren’t you the player of the year?” Dan joked.
Cesc flushed more but managed a drunken giggle.
“There we go, best friends!” The blonde striker announced happily.
Cesc shot Nick a glare as he skipped off into the mass.
“I need another drink… wanna come?” the Spaniard mumbled the last bit.
“Sure.” Daggs shook his head in confusion but followed the younger man.
A couple (okay a few… or maybe quite a few… or a lot… or too many, Dan couldn’t remember) drinks later Cesc was in a more talkative mood and Dan was too.
“I made the sign, you know.” Cesc announced, while they were both leaning against each other on Nick’s couch.
“What sign?” Dan was having problems focusing on what the other man was talking about.
“On the door!” Cesc leaned against Dan’s shoulder. “Vunder-kind and all that.” He was slurring quite badly now.
“Oh, I liked it.” Dan knew he was grinning stupidly but couldn’t help it.
“You know what else?” The Spaniard leaned in close as if sharing a secret.
“What?” in his drunken state Dan was able to take the other man seriously.
“Nick invited you for me.” Cesc whispered.
“For you?” Daniel’s mind was foggy and unable to keep up.
“Yea,” he breathed. “Nando talked about you and sent me pictures and I watched your games. Nicklas made fun of me.” He pouted a little. “But I had to.”
Dan’s mind still wasn’t keeping up.
“What?”
Cesc decided to show the Dane instead of explaining so he clambered on to the defender’s lap. The midfielder looked confused for a moment and his hands fluttered about, at a loss for where to put them before settling for just seizing the Dane’s shirt collar and literally crashing their heads together.
“Ouch.” Dan raised an eyebrow at the other man.
Cesc made an adorable face in concentration and tried again, succeeding in sloppily melding their mouths. Dan’s brain finally caught up and his hands came up to tangle in Cesc’s hair. The Spaniard sunk as far as he could into the defender’s embrace, revelling in what he’d wanted for quite some time but even in his impaired state he knew that this wasn’t enough.
“More… more.” He pulled at Dan’s shirt, and drunkenly rolled off the other man.
“Where are you going?!” The defender tried to catch Cesc’s hand to pull him back down.
Cesc attempted to give the seated man his bedroom eyes as he walked backwards towards Nick’s spare bedroom but only managed to knock over an end table and upset a potted plant.
“Come on.” The Catalan purred and Dan was quick to jump up (and stumble into the coffee table) and follow.
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Nicklas watched them lurch their way, Cesc leading Dan by his belt buckle, towards his guest room.
“Alright, alright, you win, you’re a master.” Philippe conceded, laughing.
“I know,” Nick sighed in a self-satisfied manner. “It’s hard being this good.”
They both chuckled and clinked beer bottles.
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After running into a couple walls and almost damaging most of Nick’s worldly goods they made it to the doorway. Cesc and Dan were necking in the hall while Cesc tried to work the door handle behind him without looking but the Spaniard was hampered by the eager Dane pushing him impatiently against it. Finally Dan got annoyed and swatted Cesc’s hand away with a growl and turned the handle, sending them both sprawling onto the floor.
Dan got onto his hands and knees and (after kicking the door shut) stalked towards Cesc who was propped up on his hands a little ways away, legs splayed. The defender’s slight drunken weave gave him a predatory look as he crawled up the prone Catalan’s body to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss.
“Mmm.” Cesc moaned appreciatively.
“Mmhmm.” Daggs agreed, nipping at the other man’s neck.
“More naked.” Cesc panted, the alcohol and the arousal affecting his English.
“Mmhmm.” Dan agreed again, sucking hard at the base of Cesc’s neck.
“Now!” Demanded the impatient midfielder, tugging at Dan’s belt buckle.
The Dane undid his own belt and the Spaniard’s before Cesc could do any damage to some vital parts he knew he’d need. He allowed Cesc to yank down his jeans but when they could only go as far as his knees they both realized that getting naked would be a lot easier if they did it themselves so they broke apart and there was a flurry of action as they both tore at their clothes.
Dan was going to comment on the loony toon boxers but when they came off he found something else to occupy his attention. The defender licked his palm, winking at Cesc before wrapping his long fingers around the hard, hot Spanish flesh. The helpless Catalan’s hips jerked involuntarily and he arched into the touch. Cesc tried to reciprocate, stroking the Dane absentmindedly, before the wonderful friction and Dan’s animalistic smirk became too much and he had to bite down on his bottom lip hard, letting loose a deep growl as he came.
Cesc slumped back, satisfied, and could only watch helplessly as Dan licked his own hand clean with relish.
“Come here.” Cesc purred, licking his lips.
Dan dropped his cool act and eagerly scrambled over to thrust his tongue into Cesc’s mouth. They had both sobered up a little but arousal still hazed their minds, so when the Spaniard tugged at Dan’s hips, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do for a minute but he shuffled up the other man’s body until his cock was bobbing in front of the midfielder’s face, and Cesc too a long lick, root to tip. Dan moaned sliding up a little further and falling forward to rest his forearms on the mattress of the nearby bed.
Cesc took the Dane’s head into his mouth and Dan couldn’t help but thrust forward into the wet warmth. The Spaniard’s head jerked back and hit the floor with a thump and Dan winced in sympathy as Cesc gave a little glare at him, his mouth still full of Danish cock. Dan reach up the bed (thankful for his long arms) to snag a pillow and offered it to the midfielder.
Cesc lifted his head a little to slide the pillow beneath and took Dan’s length down his throat and the defender groaned but managed not to thrust as hard this time but unable to keep his hips completely still. Dan’s hands were scratching at the mattress as he dipped in and out of Cesc’s willing mouth. He held himself back when Cesc pulled him all the way in and hollowed his cheeks with suction, he even kept his orgasm at bay when Cesc ever so lightly scraped his teeth up his cock but when the Spaniard started to hum he couldn’t keep himself from cuming with a loud moan.
Cesc grinned around the Dane’s softening cock and gave it one last, long suck making Dan wince at the over stimulation and pull his sensitive shaft from the midfielder’s mouth. And suddenly things felt very awkward to the Liverpudlian who lay down next to Cesc, not knowing what to say. But he needn’t have worried because the Spaniard just rolled over so that he was laying with a leg in between the defender’s, his head resting on the taller man’s chest. The gentle rise and fall of Dan’s chest helped send Cesc off to sleep and after a few moments of internal turmoil Dan decided not to over think it and fell asleep as well.
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Nick was making coffee when a black boxer clad Cesc came yawning down the hallway.
“How’d you sleep?” Nick asked, laughing.
“Fine,” Cesc grinned. “And you?”
“Oh, fine, fine.”
They both grinned foolishly at each other for a moment before Nick got fed up.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me what happened?!”
Cesc rolled his eyes, “What do you think happened?!”
Nick was about to answer when he caught sight of Dan exiting the guest bedroom, yawning and rubbing his eye. Cesc gave Nick a wink before giving Dan a kiss on the cheek and heading for the showers.
“Don’t.” Dan said to the other Dane, entering the kitchen.
Nick gave him an affronted look that said ‘who? me?’ before breaking into another wide grin.
“Nice boxers.”
Dan looked down in confusion then gave a frustrated groan.