Fic: Danny's Gifts
Title: Danny's Gifts
Characters: Nando/Danny
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I checked with them but they've denied everything and so I have to assume this is all made up
Words: 1200 ish
A/N: So I was looking through my Danny pics for the "D day" in my footballer's meme and they inspired this, apologies for any typos/tense changes I wrote it during a bout of insomnia ...
This isn't the first time he's done this but Nando still shifts nervously as he straddles the chair, his arms wrapping around the high back as he looks at the bright vibrant paintings on the walls. The anticipation and adrenaline is already coursing through his veins as he listens, unseeing, to the sounds made by the other man in the room. He can't help but shiver as he feels the other man's hand on his naked back, his warm breath on his skin as he moves in closer to him. Nando gasps at the first contact to his skin, his whole conciousness focussed on the slight burn he can feel on his upper back.
Nando moves slightly, careful not to move too much as he leans his head forward letting his his hair fall over his eyes as he leans forward, the smell of leather, alcohol and cleanness invading his senses as he presses his head against the cool leather chair.
“Nando, just relax, this is gonna be amazing,”
Danny leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of Nando's neck as he moves his body slightly closer. He braces his hand against Nando's back, just between his shoulder blades and moves his body slightly, Nando totally pliant under his touch as he lets Danny move him around till he's satisfied.
“Is that still comfortable, Nando?” Danny asks, watching Nando carefully for any signs of tension or discomfort in his body.
“I'm fine, just do it Danny,” Nando sighs as he waits for the familiar burn and Danny didn't make him wait for long.
His skin feels warm as Danny works on him, the designs they had worked on earlier imprinting on his skin as his needle works it's magic, covering the pale freckled canvas of Nando's shoulder with the creation, Nando's initials infused with Danny's personal touch, a permanent reminder of who had been the one to put them there, to give Nando a reminder of his identity.
Despite the familiarity of the sensation, Nando's body was still tense, the adrenaline in his veins still putting his body on edge. Danny can feel the tension and he lets his free hand move up to run his fingers through Nando' hair.
“Relax, baby. Just let the sensation wash over you and enjoy the feeling,”
Nando's fingers curl tightly over the edges of the chair, the soft leather accommodating his clutching fingernails. He lets his body relax, the burn slowly spreading heat through his body as he listens to the quiet hum of the needle as the ink marks his skin.
Ever since he had learnt of Danny's gift as a tattoo artist Nando had thought about this possibility, having one of Danny's creations permanently etched into his skin. It seems rather ironic, that in a world of uncertainties and transfers, with ever changing relationships, he would want to get something so fixed. But also in that world of uncertainty there wasn't a chance or an inclination for them to swap meaningless words or tokens of their love, it just wasn't the way their relationship worked. They were two individuals, two bodies, two minds that fit perfectly together in total understanding of the other's needs and wants.
Danny pauses for a moment as he leans forward to press another kiss to the nape of Nando's neck before sitting back a little to admire the line work he has created. Nando uses the break to shift in the seat, his body starting to ache a little at sitting so still for so long and the feel of Danny's soft lips on his skin made him shiver as he felt himself getting hard as he lets his mind wander again.
He mewls quietly as the needle returns to his skin, Danny fully concentrating on his work as he shaded in the fresh ink lines to finish his - their - creation and Nando wishing he could glimpse the look of concentration on his lover's face as he worshipped his skin.
Nando let his mind wander again, thinking about all the other tattoos Danny had created, how many other blank canvases had laid themselves out in front of him, waiting for him to turn them into a work of art. He knew they would all have been works of art - Danny has too much talent for his creations to be anything less. Danny's gifts stretched to more than just his ability on the pitch and he needed an outlet for that gift, especially now with all the dramas surrounding the club's on pitch activity, or lack thereof.
He returns his thoughts to the needle's burn and he lets himself relax into the feeling, feeling himself get even harder as he reacted to the heat of his skin and Danny's hand on his back, absently stroking his skin. He desperately needs some sort of friction - from his jeans or the chair's leather or anything - but he dare not move for fear of what might happen if he did, feeling the needle piercing his skin and knowing how one sudden movement could ruin everything. Even so, Nando couldn't help it as his hips slowly started to move, needing friction, needing the heat, needing the burn of the needle but at the same time wanting none of them.
“Danny ...” his voice is breathless as he tries to convey all his thoughts with just the single word
“I'm almost done baby,” Nando can hear the grin in Danny's voice and any other time he would pout but he was so desperate for release or friction or something that he didn't have the energy to get annoyed.
It was only a few more moments, although they felt like hours to Nando, before he felt the needle leaving his skin, the low hum gone as Danny silenced the now unneeded needle as he admired his handiwork before pressing a damp cloth to Nando's skin, wiping off the ink residue and cooling the warm skin as Nando arched into his touch, needing some sort of contact from the other man.
But Danny's hand quickly left his skin yet again but returned only seconds later and Nando feels the light bandage Danny was taping to his skin, covering his handiwork.
“It should heal pretty quickly, but it looks beautiful Nando, just like you,”
Nando grins and turns his head to look at the Dane as he starts to raise himself out of his seat to turn and face the defender but Danny's hands on his shoulders pushed him back down into the seat.
“Just sit still, Nando,”
Nando did as he was told, settling himself back on the seat as he felt Danny's hands snaking round his waist to unbuckle his belt, pulling at the buttons of his jeans. His hand slips under the Spaniard's waistband as Nando's head falls backwards onto his shoulder, a loud moan escaping his lips and filling the silent room with sound.
Nando knows he won't be able to last long, not with Danny stroking him just right and with his already desperate need for release. Even if he does feel his cheeks getting pink at the thought of coming in his jeans like a horny teenager he can't bring himself to care enough to make Danny stop.
The feel of Danny's lips at that sensitive spot between his shoulder blades where his neck meets his back and his hand down his pants is just too much for him.
“Come for me, Nando” Danny whispered in his ear
Nando wasn't about to refuse.
Characters: Nando/Danny
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I checked with them but they've denied everything and so I have to assume this is all made up
Words: 1200 ish
A/N: So I was looking through my Danny pics for the "D day" in my footballer's meme and they inspired this, apologies for any typos/tense changes I wrote it during a bout of insomnia ...
This isn't the first time he's done this but Nando still shifts nervously as he straddles the chair, his arms wrapping around the high back as he looks at the bright vibrant paintings on the walls. The anticipation and adrenaline is already coursing through his veins as he listens, unseeing, to the sounds made by the other man in the room. He can't help but shiver as he feels the other man's hand on his naked back, his warm breath on his skin as he moves in closer to him. Nando gasps at the first contact to his skin, his whole conciousness focussed on the slight burn he can feel on his upper back.
Nando moves slightly, careful not to move too much as he leans his head forward letting his his hair fall over his eyes as he leans forward, the smell of leather, alcohol and cleanness invading his senses as he presses his head against the cool leather chair.
“Nando, just relax, this is gonna be amazing,”
Danny leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of Nando's neck as he moves his body slightly closer. He braces his hand against Nando's back, just between his shoulder blades and moves his body slightly, Nando totally pliant under his touch as he lets Danny move him around till he's satisfied.
“Is that still comfortable, Nando?” Danny asks, watching Nando carefully for any signs of tension or discomfort in his body.
“I'm fine, just do it Danny,” Nando sighs as he waits for the familiar burn and Danny didn't make him wait for long.
His skin feels warm as Danny works on him, the designs they had worked on earlier imprinting on his skin as his needle works it's magic, covering the pale freckled canvas of Nando's shoulder with the creation, Nando's initials infused with Danny's personal touch, a permanent reminder of who had been the one to put them there, to give Nando a reminder of his identity.
Despite the familiarity of the sensation, Nando's body was still tense, the adrenaline in his veins still putting his body on edge. Danny can feel the tension and he lets his free hand move up to run his fingers through Nando' hair.
“Relax, baby. Just let the sensation wash over you and enjoy the feeling,”
Nando's fingers curl tightly over the edges of the chair, the soft leather accommodating his clutching fingernails. He lets his body relax, the burn slowly spreading heat through his body as he listens to the quiet hum of the needle as the ink marks his skin.
Ever since he had learnt of Danny's gift as a tattoo artist Nando had thought about this possibility, having one of Danny's creations permanently etched into his skin. It seems rather ironic, that in a world of uncertainties and transfers, with ever changing relationships, he would want to get something so fixed. But also in that world of uncertainty there wasn't a chance or an inclination for them to swap meaningless words or tokens of their love, it just wasn't the way their relationship worked. They were two individuals, two bodies, two minds that fit perfectly together in total understanding of the other's needs and wants.
Danny pauses for a moment as he leans forward to press another kiss to the nape of Nando's neck before sitting back a little to admire the line work he has created. Nando uses the break to shift in the seat, his body starting to ache a little at sitting so still for so long and the feel of Danny's soft lips on his skin made him shiver as he felt himself getting hard as he lets his mind wander again.
He mewls quietly as the needle returns to his skin, Danny fully concentrating on his work as he shaded in the fresh ink lines to finish his - their - creation and Nando wishing he could glimpse the look of concentration on his lover's face as he worshipped his skin.
Nando let his mind wander again, thinking about all the other tattoos Danny had created, how many other blank canvases had laid themselves out in front of him, waiting for him to turn them into a work of art. He knew they would all have been works of art - Danny has too much talent for his creations to be anything less. Danny's gifts stretched to more than just his ability on the pitch and he needed an outlet for that gift, especially now with all the dramas surrounding the club's on pitch activity, or lack thereof.
He returns his thoughts to the needle's burn and he lets himself relax into the feeling, feeling himself get even harder as he reacted to the heat of his skin and Danny's hand on his back, absently stroking his skin. He desperately needs some sort of friction - from his jeans or the chair's leather or anything - but he dare not move for fear of what might happen if he did, feeling the needle piercing his skin and knowing how one sudden movement could ruin everything. Even so, Nando couldn't help it as his hips slowly started to move, needing friction, needing the heat, needing the burn of the needle but at the same time wanting none of them.
“Danny ...” his voice is breathless as he tries to convey all his thoughts with just the single word
“I'm almost done baby,” Nando can hear the grin in Danny's voice and any other time he would pout but he was so desperate for release or friction or something that he didn't have the energy to get annoyed.
It was only a few more moments, although they felt like hours to Nando, before he felt the needle leaving his skin, the low hum gone as Danny silenced the now unneeded needle as he admired his handiwork before pressing a damp cloth to Nando's skin, wiping off the ink residue and cooling the warm skin as Nando arched into his touch, needing some sort of contact from the other man.
But Danny's hand quickly left his skin yet again but returned only seconds later and Nando feels the light bandage Danny was taping to his skin, covering his handiwork.
“It should heal pretty quickly, but it looks beautiful Nando, just like you,”
Nando grins and turns his head to look at the Dane as he starts to raise himself out of his seat to turn and face the defender but Danny's hands on his shoulders pushed him back down into the seat.
“Just sit still, Nando,”
Nando did as he was told, settling himself back on the seat as he felt Danny's hands snaking round his waist to unbuckle his belt, pulling at the buttons of his jeans. His hand slips under the Spaniard's waistband as Nando's head falls backwards onto his shoulder, a loud moan escaping his lips and filling the silent room with sound.
Nando knows he won't be able to last long, not with Danny stroking him just right and with his already desperate need for release. Even if he does feel his cheeks getting pink at the thought of coming in his jeans like a horny teenager he can't bring himself to care enough to make Danny stop.
The feel of Danny's lips at that sensitive spot between his shoulder blades where his neck meets his back and his hand down his pants is just too much for him.
“Come for me, Nando” Danny whispered in his ear
Nando wasn't about to refuse.