Who has to know? (part one)
Title: Who has to know? (part one)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Another teenage!AU... OH MY GOD, WHAT A WIN TODAY. WHAT A WIN. So proud of everyone, they all did a wonderful job! :D Especially our bbs, they were working it!
Wordcount: 3,532
Summary: Dan doesn't particularly like the ass-kissing, nerdy Fernando Torres, but after he witnesses something he changes his mind.
"Do you have to be so fast?"
"Do you have to be so slow?" Daniel retorted, rolling his eyes.
Why, why, did he have to be paired up with the biggest nerd on the hiking trip? It was a test in P.E., one that none of the students actually understood. Two days in the wilderness, randomly paired up. Every pair would get different campsites, so no one could help anyone but themselves. 'Teach you how to survive', their teacher said with a wide grin, 'time to grow up... and it'll weigh heavily on your grade. Happy camping!'.
"Seriously, I'm so tired," Fernando complained, and Dan turned with an exaggerated sigh, throwing his arms out. "What do you want me to do, huh? Carry you?"
"No," Fernando mumbled, rolling his eyes. Dan glared at him, before he walked over and snatched the map out of the boy's hands. "Let me have this."
"Fine."
"Fine."
They walked in silence for another half hour, until they reached a little pond that was right by their campsite. Stopping Dan looked around, tried to read off the map which way would cause them least trouble and least power when getting to the other side.
"Let me," Fernando murmured, suddenly by Daniel's side and leaning closer to look at the map. His warm fingers moved over the Dane's and pulled the map towards himself, warm breath brushing past Dan's cheek.
Jerking back, taking the map with him Dan gave Fernando a slightly disgusted look and hissed, "personal space, dude."
An angry blush spread on Fernando's cheek, but he kept his lips pressed tightly together and didn't say a word.
It wasn't that Dan really knew Fernando that well. Just what he saw of him in classes annoyed the fucking hell out of him. Effortlessly the kid got all the girls swooning. All the teachers loved him, and easy as taking a breath of air he could answer the toughest questions. All while Dan sat in the back of the room together with his friends and didn't understand squat. When he was asked to answer a question and couldn't, Fernando would turn slightly in his seat and look at him with almost sad eyes, like he believed Dan had so much potential and was ruining it by not bothering to study. Fucking prick. Who was he to judge?
Feeling the anger rise within the Dane bit his lip in order to hold back the insult that burned his tongue, and instead focused on the glittering, blue pond on front of him. It was almost summer, and the air was hot and bothered him to a great extent. Maybe he could go for a swim after they put up their tent. Of course their teacher had told them they were not allowed, but fucking hell, he could take care of himself. He didn't need a babysitter to watch him play in the water when he was eighteen.
"I think maybe we should follow this path. I can see the clearing on the other side where we're supposed to put up our tent," Fernando said weakly in an obvious attempt to clear the stiff air between them.
Desperate not to lash out Dan only shrugged, then stalked down the path, not waiting for Fernando to come with.
*
Indeed, it had been the fastest way to the nice clearing that stretched down to the edge of the pond, but Dan couldn't bring himself to compliment Fernando on it. The boy didn't need to hear how perfect he was.
"Daniel?"
"Fucking what?" Dan spat and turned, the tone of his voice completely unnecessary. Fernando shrunk under his harsh gaze, eyes dropping to the ground in an instant.
It didn't even hit Dan before then how quiet the Spaniard had been the entire trip. How he seemed to hover awkwardly one step behind all the time. Not able to raise his voice properly and look Dan in the eyes. How he never stood up for himself when Dan talked like he did to him.
Feelings he rarely experienced washed over him, guilt made him feel sick to his stomach. Why was he mad at Fernando, again?
"Nothing," the Spaniard whispered, eyes still firm on the ground. After a few seconds of complete silence, with Dan staring intently at his classmate's hunched shoulders and bowed head, Fernando turned and walked back to where they'd dropped their backpacks on the ground.
Shaking his head Dan gazed back at the blinking surface of the water, smile slowly making its way to his face. Quickly all thoughts of Fernando disappeared and was replaced with much more joyful ones, and Dan tore his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. Soon enough he was down to his boxers, and without another moment of hesitation he jumped in.
Gasping for air he resurfaced almost half a minute later, and he was met by the sight of Fernando standing on the edge of the pond, horror-stricken expression on his face. "Don't do that!" the Spaniard screamed, hands closing into fists. In half a second his expression went from scared to angry. "I thought you fell in there!"
"Fuck off!" Dan scoffed, floating a bit further out in the pond, "I'm just going for a quick swim, jesus."
"We're not allowed," Fernando yelled, placing his hands on his hips, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"I said, fuck off!" the Dane dipped under the surface again, relishing the chilly water enveloping every part of him. He took a few long strokes before pushing up again, grinning when he was up in free air. Swimming had always been a sort of stress-relief for him, ever since he was a little kid.
Looking over his shoulder Dan saw that Fernando had retreated to their backpacks, where he was trying to put up their tent. Sighing to himself Dan saw the other boy struggle, saw him fight to get it right. Which he didn't.
Cursing he started swimming towards the edge, and hauled himself out when he got there. Now he hoped the towel he'd brought wasn't at the bottom of his backpack, because the air wasn't too warm anymore when he was covered in droplets of water. Quickly he flicked a look downwards, saw the thin fabric of his boxer briefs clinging to his hips and generally exposing every, single part of him. Well, Fernando had seen him naked in the showers before.
"Let me do this," Dan said gruffly, bumping Fernando with his shoulder, leaving a wet mark at his t-shirt.
"Not dry off first?" the Spaniard questioned when he saw Dan only in his soaked underwear and nothing else. Dan was too busy looking at the how-to guide that was sown to the bag to notice how Fernando's eyes wandered and lingered somewhere they shouldn't. Neither did he hear the quick, small intake of air and the soft sound that accompanied the air out.
"Hold this..." Dan pushed at Fernando to make him pay attention.
They worked quickly, and when they were two the tent was up in no time. It was fairly small, but as it was only for one night it didn't really matter. By the time Dan got his towel out he was nearly shivering, and Fernando was looking at him with worried eyes. In one, swift movement Dan pulled his underwear off and straightened up, not caring that Fernando was standing a couple of meters away following his every move. If the kid wanted to stare, then he could fucking stare, Dan had nothing to be ashamed of. As soon as the boxers were off though, the Spaniard's cheeks seemed to gain color, and the boy averted his eyes to the forrest surrounding them instead.
"I'm just gonna go for a quick walk around," Fernando half mumbled, half coughed. Without more of an explanation the Spaniard turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving Dan with his sweatpants and t-shirt in hand. Fernando was acting weird.
*
Even if Dan didn't want to care, he did feel a twinge of worry when Fernando hadn't returned after half an hour. Mr goodie two-shoes wouldn't leave camp for that long when they weren't permitted to, so maybe he'd run into trouble? "Fucking-" Dan groaned, now worried Fernando was alone somewhere between the trees with a broken ankle or was lost and couldn't find his way back.
*
It didn't even take ten minutes before Dan got a glimpse of his classmate between the trees. From the direction he was coming Dan could only see Fernando's back, and his jeans were half down his ass. Maybe he was just taking a piss. Daniel was moments away from calling out for him when the Spaniard moaned. A long, deep sound, broken off by breathy pants at the end.
What. The fuck.
Immediately Dan crouched down, and then quickly moved backwards and into a small cluster of bushes. Of course he shouldn't stick around, Fernando was obviously not lost, but this was...
Another moan broke his train of thought, and Dan's attention was fully on Fernando now. As quietly and carefully as he could the Dane moved more to the right, tried to steal more glimpses of Fernando and what the hell he was doing. From his new hiding spot Dan saw Fernando's long fingers wrapped around his dick, squeezing and pulling at it. For a fleeting moment Dan felt a rush of arousal, but as soon as the feeling was there he pushed it away, horrified at himself. Nevertheless he couldn't help but press the heel of his hand to his crotch, desperately pressing down on the growing bulge.
Fernando was completely lost in his own world, working his dick with increasing speed, and Dan felt helpless. It was like he was stuck, couldn't move, couldn't think. There was not a single thought in his mind dedicated to anyone but Fernando, and when the Spaniard brought two fingers to his mouth and started sucking on them, Dan couldn't hold back the whimper that forced its way out of his throat.
Words tumbled out of Fernando's mouth, but Dan couldn't make out any of them. The slide of Fernando's hand up and down his dick hypnotized him, and he almost didn't notice the other hand leaving the Spaniard's mouth.
"Oh-h, fuck," Dan choked, watching with wide eyes as Fernando's spit-slick fingers found their way to his plump ass. There was no hesitation in Fernando's movements, obviously he'd done it before, but Dan couldn't help but choke out a few more curses as Fernando pressed the two fingers into himself, moaning as he did. Dan had never seen a guy finger himself before, never given it a single thought, but when it happened in front of him he felt like his dick was going to explode. It was just so sexy, to see Fernando rock his hips slightly back and forth, riding his fingers and thrusting into his own hand.
"Fuck!"
Dan felt so startled he thought his heart stopped, because for a moment he actually thought he cursed that loudly. "Just like that-" Dan watched Fernando's lips move, barely heard the words. They were both breathing so heavy Dan was sure the rest of the forrest could hear them.
"Come on-" Fernando moaned again, almost turning into a growl, "fuck, Dan, fuck!"
Dan bit into his own hand and screwed his eyes shut for a moment, the other hand pressing so hard down on his dick it hurt. He had to get back to the tent before Fernando was... he gulped, finished. He couldn't stay to watch Fernando come, that would be too gay. Silently inside his head Dan was panicking, because this whole situation was fucking gay, Fernando was jerking off thinking about him. And Dan's dick had no problems with it.
When the first load of cum spurted from Fernando's dick Dan threw himself around and started crawling away. As soon as the trees gave him cover the Dane got to his feet and started running, and even if it wasn't far to their campsite Dan was long out of breath when he got there. Horror and arousal fought viciously inside of him, but going by his rock hard dick arousal was winning by miles. The knees of his sweatpants were dirty, and the fabric did nothing to hide how turned on he was.
Repeating curses over and over again Dan ripped his backpack open, searched desperately for another pair of pants. He had none. In the end he had to settle for a pair of too-big swimming trunks, which he should've worn when he went swimming earlier. Quickly he changed, and shoved the dirty pair into the backpack. Right now there was nothing he wanted more than to jerk off, but he couldn't risk it with Fernando coming back any moment.
"Dan, you in there?" Daniel felt like his ribcage burst open in shock, but he composed himself enough to make his voice indifferent and cool when he answered, "yeah."
Fernando poked his head into the tent, and it looked like he was about to give Dan a smile before he changed his mind and grabbed his hoodie. Without saying anything the boy retreated and closed the zipper after himself, leaving Dan to bang his head against the thin air-mattress he would be sleeping on.
*
It was fair to say Dan was the sole reason for the insane awkwardness that hung heavily between the them for the rest of the night. Fernando seemed almost confused, like he couldn't understand why Dan was making it awkward. Daniel on the other hand felt like it was all too obvious, that Fernando should realize that Dan had seen him, knew his dirty, little secret.
Eventually they went to bed, both tucked into their sleeping-bags on top the thin, uncomfortable mattresses. It was dark outside now, the tent the same, and Dan didn't know what had hit him when he blurted out, "I saw you."
"What?" Fernando barked stiffly, eyes immediately snapping to Dan's face. Intent on not making eye-contact Dan stayed on his back and stared upwards. There was no turning back.
"I saw you," Dan repeated, a bit louder this time. It wasn't like him to sound so weak, but for fuck's sake, there was a reason.
"I don't understand," Fernando was still looking at him, and Dan cursed the blush that warmed his cheeks. An irrational happiness spread inside of him because it was so dark. "Don't act like you don't understand," Dan huffed, "I saw you."
"Doing what?" Fernando sounded a bit shaken, his face probably matching the color of Dan's.
The Dane cursed under his breath, turned his head for the first time. Fernando was too close, Dan felt like moving before talking again.
After a long, long pause he mumbled, "you know what I'm talking about, man."
"No, I don't," Fernando's voice matched Dan's as well, a tad weak and unsure.
"Dude," Dan cocked his eyebrows, and he wanted to say the words, he did, but he couldn't. They wouldn't come out of his mouth, he couldn't form the words 'jerking off'.
"Daniel, can you just say-"
"I saw you jerking off!"
"Excuse me?" Fernando hissed, but he sounded almost scared.
"I saw you," Dan knew he repeated himself over and over again, but now the cat was out of the bag and there was no way to just forget that this conversation had taken place.
"Did..." Fernando gasped, "did you follow me? What the fuck, Daniel? You fucking creeper!"
"No!" the Dane shouted, sitting up in his sleeping-bag. Fernando did the same, and even in the dark Dan could see how red his face was.
"Why did you- what were you doing? Did you watch? Do you know how much of a fucking pervert that makes you sound?! Fucking hell, Daniel!"
"I didn't... mean to," Dan finished lamely, realizing that everything Fernando was saying made perfect sense. Why did he watch? Why did he hide like a voyeuristic freak in the bushes?
Fernando was most definitely frowning at him, and Dan fell back on the mattress. "I'm sorry," he sighed, awkwardness filling him to the brim.
"Did you... see everything?" the Spaniard swallowed and laid back down as well. Again there was a long silence while Dan tried to figure out what to say. No words wanted to come out of his mouth, it felt like there was nothing he could tell Fernando that would ever explain or make it right that he creeped on him like that.
"Are you gay?" came out instead. Dan slapped a hand to his mouth. That was not what he was supposed to say.
"I guess I can't lie if you really saw everything," Fernando mumbled, "yeah. I am."
"... Doesn't it hurt?" the Dane ended up asking, and again he wanted to slap himself.
"I want to pretend I don't know what you're talking about, but-" Fernando sighed, and Dan saw him bringing a hand to his face to rub at his eyes. "No, it doesn't hurt, it's really, really, fucking good."
"You said my name."
And he who swore to himself he wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole.
"Oh, God," Fernando covered his face with his hands, "this is embarrassing. Can we just forget about it?"
"No."
There was some malfunctioning going on here.
"Why the fuck not? This might just be the worst moment of my life," the Spaniard mumbled. Then he sucked in a hard breath. "You fucker. You got turned on, you closet homo!" Fernando sat up again and stared at Dan in the darkness.
Dan stayed quiet.
"I can't believe you," Fernando hissed.
"I've never been turned on by guys before!" Dan exclaimed, feeling like he needed to stand up for himself. "Sorry if I feel fucking confused!"
After almost ten minutes in stale, uncomfortable silence Fernando mumbled, "let me?"
"Do what?"
"Now you're just being dumb on purpose," the Spaniard sounded annoyed.
When Fernando's hand pulled the zipper on his sleeping-bag down, Dan felt scared. From here on he had absolutely no experience. Not with guys. His whole body jerked when Fernando touched his stomach, then moved closer in the already cramped space. Neither said anything, Dan didn't know what he possibly could say anyways. He had to admit, it felt nice, his classmate's hand slipping under his loose t-shirt.
There was no one to see them, no one even remotely close. This could be their secret, no one needed to know.
Dan felt himself relaxing slightly at the thought, but then Fernando's fingers brushed over his nipple and he tensed up again.
"Take your t-shirt off," the Spaniard requested quietly, and Dan did without question before laying back down again, half closing his eyes. A sudden urge to touch Fernando washed over him, and Dan forced his hands to stay where they were, on the ground, unmoving. Fernando seemingly hesitated, but then he leaned down and started kissing Daniel's neck, gently nipping at the skin and sucking at it.
Dan couldn't quite contain the small moan he made when Fernando's hand moved down his stomach again and started toying with the hem of his trunks. Quickly the Spaniard popped the top button and slid his hand inside, fingertips just touching the base of Dan's dick. By now Dan couldn't help but give in to the growing need that consumed every rational thought, so with a shaky hand he tapped Fernando's cheek to make him look up. Before he could change his mind he kissed him, lifted his head slightly off the ground to come closer.
Their kissing grew heavier along with their breathing, Fernando having started to jerk Dan off properly, his hand doing fucking wonders. At a particularly good twist Dan whimpered and sucked the Spaniard's bottom lip into his mouth, hand finding his neck to pull him all the way down.
"Fuck, I can't," Dan panted, voice weak. "Fernando-"
When he came he grabbed a good hold of Fernando's hair and kept their lips pressed together, wasn't able to let go until it was far over. Through his orgasm the Spaniard kept working his dick, even when his fingers got covered with cum.
They kept kissing even after Fernando pulled his hand out and wiped it on the bottom of Dan's sleeping-bag, all until Dan pulled away and threw an arm over his face.
"You can never tell anyone," he mumbled, "please."
"Fine," the Spaniard's answer seemed too quick, overly okay with the plead.
Dan licked his lips and sighed, a heavy sense of both dread and something else curling in his stomach. After his breathing went back to normal he turned his head and looked at the other boy in the tent, who was now resting with his face turned away from him. Frowning Dan tried to go to sleep, but it wasn't easy. What had just happened meant way more to him that he wanted to admit. But he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.
part two
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Another teenage!AU... OH MY GOD, WHAT A WIN TODAY. WHAT A WIN. So proud of everyone, they all did a wonderful job! :D Especially our bbs, they were working it!
Wordcount: 3,532
Summary: Dan doesn't particularly like the ass-kissing, nerdy Fernando Torres, but after he witnesses something he changes his mind.
"Do you have to be so fast?"
"Do you have to be so slow?" Daniel retorted, rolling his eyes.
Why, why, did he have to be paired up with the biggest nerd on the hiking trip? It was a test in P.E., one that none of the students actually understood. Two days in the wilderness, randomly paired up. Every pair would get different campsites, so no one could help anyone but themselves. 'Teach you how to survive', their teacher said with a wide grin, 'time to grow up... and it'll weigh heavily on your grade. Happy camping!'.
"Seriously, I'm so tired," Fernando complained, and Dan turned with an exaggerated sigh, throwing his arms out. "What do you want me to do, huh? Carry you?"
"No," Fernando mumbled, rolling his eyes. Dan glared at him, before he walked over and snatched the map out of the boy's hands. "Let me have this."
"Fine."
"Fine."
They walked in silence for another half hour, until they reached a little pond that was right by their campsite. Stopping Dan looked around, tried to read off the map which way would cause them least trouble and least power when getting to the other side.
"Let me," Fernando murmured, suddenly by Daniel's side and leaning closer to look at the map. His warm fingers moved over the Dane's and pulled the map towards himself, warm breath brushing past Dan's cheek.
Jerking back, taking the map with him Dan gave Fernando a slightly disgusted look and hissed, "personal space, dude."
An angry blush spread on Fernando's cheek, but he kept his lips pressed tightly together and didn't say a word.
It wasn't that Dan really knew Fernando that well. Just what he saw of him in classes annoyed the fucking hell out of him. Effortlessly the kid got all the girls swooning. All the teachers loved him, and easy as taking a breath of air he could answer the toughest questions. All while Dan sat in the back of the room together with his friends and didn't understand squat. When he was asked to answer a question and couldn't, Fernando would turn slightly in his seat and look at him with almost sad eyes, like he believed Dan had so much potential and was ruining it by not bothering to study. Fucking prick. Who was he to judge?
Feeling the anger rise within the Dane bit his lip in order to hold back the insult that burned his tongue, and instead focused on the glittering, blue pond on front of him. It was almost summer, and the air was hot and bothered him to a great extent. Maybe he could go for a swim after they put up their tent. Of course their teacher had told them they were not allowed, but fucking hell, he could take care of himself. He didn't need a babysitter to watch him play in the water when he was eighteen.
"I think maybe we should follow this path. I can see the clearing on the other side where we're supposed to put up our tent," Fernando said weakly in an obvious attempt to clear the stiff air between them.
Desperate not to lash out Dan only shrugged, then stalked down the path, not waiting for Fernando to come with.
*
Indeed, it had been the fastest way to the nice clearing that stretched down to the edge of the pond, but Dan couldn't bring himself to compliment Fernando on it. The boy didn't need to hear how perfect he was.
"Daniel?"
"Fucking what?" Dan spat and turned, the tone of his voice completely unnecessary. Fernando shrunk under his harsh gaze, eyes dropping to the ground in an instant.
It didn't even hit Dan before then how quiet the Spaniard had been the entire trip. How he seemed to hover awkwardly one step behind all the time. Not able to raise his voice properly and look Dan in the eyes. How he never stood up for himself when Dan talked like he did to him.
Feelings he rarely experienced washed over him, guilt made him feel sick to his stomach. Why was he mad at Fernando, again?
"Nothing," the Spaniard whispered, eyes still firm on the ground. After a few seconds of complete silence, with Dan staring intently at his classmate's hunched shoulders and bowed head, Fernando turned and walked back to where they'd dropped their backpacks on the ground.
Shaking his head Dan gazed back at the blinking surface of the water, smile slowly making its way to his face. Quickly all thoughts of Fernando disappeared and was replaced with much more joyful ones, and Dan tore his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. Soon enough he was down to his boxers, and without another moment of hesitation he jumped in.
Gasping for air he resurfaced almost half a minute later, and he was met by the sight of Fernando standing on the edge of the pond, horror-stricken expression on his face. "Don't do that!" the Spaniard screamed, hands closing into fists. In half a second his expression went from scared to angry. "I thought you fell in there!"
"Fuck off!" Dan scoffed, floating a bit further out in the pond, "I'm just going for a quick swim, jesus."
"We're not allowed," Fernando yelled, placing his hands on his hips, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"I said, fuck off!" the Dane dipped under the surface again, relishing the chilly water enveloping every part of him. He took a few long strokes before pushing up again, grinning when he was up in free air. Swimming had always been a sort of stress-relief for him, ever since he was a little kid.
Looking over his shoulder Dan saw that Fernando had retreated to their backpacks, where he was trying to put up their tent. Sighing to himself Dan saw the other boy struggle, saw him fight to get it right. Which he didn't.
Cursing he started swimming towards the edge, and hauled himself out when he got there. Now he hoped the towel he'd brought wasn't at the bottom of his backpack, because the air wasn't too warm anymore when he was covered in droplets of water. Quickly he flicked a look downwards, saw the thin fabric of his boxer briefs clinging to his hips and generally exposing every, single part of him. Well, Fernando had seen him naked in the showers before.
"Let me do this," Dan said gruffly, bumping Fernando with his shoulder, leaving a wet mark at his t-shirt.
"Not dry off first?" the Spaniard questioned when he saw Dan only in his soaked underwear and nothing else. Dan was too busy looking at the how-to guide that was sown to the bag to notice how Fernando's eyes wandered and lingered somewhere they shouldn't. Neither did he hear the quick, small intake of air and the soft sound that accompanied the air out.
"Hold this..." Dan pushed at Fernando to make him pay attention.
They worked quickly, and when they were two the tent was up in no time. It was fairly small, but as it was only for one night it didn't really matter. By the time Dan got his towel out he was nearly shivering, and Fernando was looking at him with worried eyes. In one, swift movement Dan pulled his underwear off and straightened up, not caring that Fernando was standing a couple of meters away following his every move. If the kid wanted to stare, then he could fucking stare, Dan had nothing to be ashamed of. As soon as the boxers were off though, the Spaniard's cheeks seemed to gain color, and the boy averted his eyes to the forrest surrounding them instead.
"I'm just gonna go for a quick walk around," Fernando half mumbled, half coughed. Without more of an explanation the Spaniard turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving Dan with his sweatpants and t-shirt in hand. Fernando was acting weird.
*
Even if Dan didn't want to care, he did feel a twinge of worry when Fernando hadn't returned after half an hour. Mr goodie two-shoes wouldn't leave camp for that long when they weren't permitted to, so maybe he'd run into trouble? "Fucking-" Dan groaned, now worried Fernando was alone somewhere between the trees with a broken ankle or was lost and couldn't find his way back.
*
It didn't even take ten minutes before Dan got a glimpse of his classmate between the trees. From the direction he was coming Dan could only see Fernando's back, and his jeans were half down his ass. Maybe he was just taking a piss. Daniel was moments away from calling out for him when the Spaniard moaned. A long, deep sound, broken off by breathy pants at the end.
What. The fuck.
Immediately Dan crouched down, and then quickly moved backwards and into a small cluster of bushes. Of course he shouldn't stick around, Fernando was obviously not lost, but this was...
Another moan broke his train of thought, and Dan's attention was fully on Fernando now. As quietly and carefully as he could the Dane moved more to the right, tried to steal more glimpses of Fernando and what the hell he was doing. From his new hiding spot Dan saw Fernando's long fingers wrapped around his dick, squeezing and pulling at it. For a fleeting moment Dan felt a rush of arousal, but as soon as the feeling was there he pushed it away, horrified at himself. Nevertheless he couldn't help but press the heel of his hand to his crotch, desperately pressing down on the growing bulge.
Fernando was completely lost in his own world, working his dick with increasing speed, and Dan felt helpless. It was like he was stuck, couldn't move, couldn't think. There was not a single thought in his mind dedicated to anyone but Fernando, and when the Spaniard brought two fingers to his mouth and started sucking on them, Dan couldn't hold back the whimper that forced its way out of his throat.
Words tumbled out of Fernando's mouth, but Dan couldn't make out any of them. The slide of Fernando's hand up and down his dick hypnotized him, and he almost didn't notice the other hand leaving the Spaniard's mouth.
"Oh-h, fuck," Dan choked, watching with wide eyes as Fernando's spit-slick fingers found their way to his plump ass. There was no hesitation in Fernando's movements, obviously he'd done it before, but Dan couldn't help but choke out a few more curses as Fernando pressed the two fingers into himself, moaning as he did. Dan had never seen a guy finger himself before, never given it a single thought, but when it happened in front of him he felt like his dick was going to explode. It was just so sexy, to see Fernando rock his hips slightly back and forth, riding his fingers and thrusting into his own hand.
"Fuck!"
Dan felt so startled he thought his heart stopped, because for a moment he actually thought he cursed that loudly. "Just like that-" Dan watched Fernando's lips move, barely heard the words. They were both breathing so heavy Dan was sure the rest of the forrest could hear them.
"Come on-" Fernando moaned again, almost turning into a growl, "fuck, Dan, fuck!"
Dan bit into his own hand and screwed his eyes shut for a moment, the other hand pressing so hard down on his dick it hurt. He had to get back to the tent before Fernando was... he gulped, finished. He couldn't stay to watch Fernando come, that would be too gay. Silently inside his head Dan was panicking, because this whole situation was fucking gay, Fernando was jerking off thinking about him. And Dan's dick had no problems with it.
When the first load of cum spurted from Fernando's dick Dan threw himself around and started crawling away. As soon as the trees gave him cover the Dane got to his feet and started running, and even if it wasn't far to their campsite Dan was long out of breath when he got there. Horror and arousal fought viciously inside of him, but going by his rock hard dick arousal was winning by miles. The knees of his sweatpants were dirty, and the fabric did nothing to hide how turned on he was.
Repeating curses over and over again Dan ripped his backpack open, searched desperately for another pair of pants. He had none. In the end he had to settle for a pair of too-big swimming trunks, which he should've worn when he went swimming earlier. Quickly he changed, and shoved the dirty pair into the backpack. Right now there was nothing he wanted more than to jerk off, but he couldn't risk it with Fernando coming back any moment.
"Dan, you in there?" Daniel felt like his ribcage burst open in shock, but he composed himself enough to make his voice indifferent and cool when he answered, "yeah."
Fernando poked his head into the tent, and it looked like he was about to give Dan a smile before he changed his mind and grabbed his hoodie. Without saying anything the boy retreated and closed the zipper after himself, leaving Dan to bang his head against the thin air-mattress he would be sleeping on.
*
It was fair to say Dan was the sole reason for the insane awkwardness that hung heavily between the them for the rest of the night. Fernando seemed almost confused, like he couldn't understand why Dan was making it awkward. Daniel on the other hand felt like it was all too obvious, that Fernando should realize that Dan had seen him, knew his dirty, little secret.
Eventually they went to bed, both tucked into their sleeping-bags on top the thin, uncomfortable mattresses. It was dark outside now, the tent the same, and Dan didn't know what had hit him when he blurted out, "I saw you."
"What?" Fernando barked stiffly, eyes immediately snapping to Dan's face. Intent on not making eye-contact Dan stayed on his back and stared upwards. There was no turning back.
"I saw you," Dan repeated, a bit louder this time. It wasn't like him to sound so weak, but for fuck's sake, there was a reason.
"I don't understand," Fernando was still looking at him, and Dan cursed the blush that warmed his cheeks. An irrational happiness spread inside of him because it was so dark. "Don't act like you don't understand," Dan huffed, "I saw you."
"Doing what?" Fernando sounded a bit shaken, his face probably matching the color of Dan's.
The Dane cursed under his breath, turned his head for the first time. Fernando was too close, Dan felt like moving before talking again.
After a long, long pause he mumbled, "you know what I'm talking about, man."
"No, I don't," Fernando's voice matched Dan's as well, a tad weak and unsure.
"Dude," Dan cocked his eyebrows, and he wanted to say the words, he did, but he couldn't. They wouldn't come out of his mouth, he couldn't form the words 'jerking off'.
"Daniel, can you just say-"
"I saw you jerking off!"
"Excuse me?" Fernando hissed, but he sounded almost scared.
"I saw you," Dan knew he repeated himself over and over again, but now the cat was out of the bag and there was no way to just forget that this conversation had taken place.
"Did..." Fernando gasped, "did you follow me? What the fuck, Daniel? You fucking creeper!"
"No!" the Dane shouted, sitting up in his sleeping-bag. Fernando did the same, and even in the dark Dan could see how red his face was.
"Why did you- what were you doing? Did you watch? Do you know how much of a fucking pervert that makes you sound?! Fucking hell, Daniel!"
"I didn't... mean to," Dan finished lamely, realizing that everything Fernando was saying made perfect sense. Why did he watch? Why did he hide like a voyeuristic freak in the bushes?
Fernando was most definitely frowning at him, and Dan fell back on the mattress. "I'm sorry," he sighed, awkwardness filling him to the brim.
"Did you... see everything?" the Spaniard swallowed and laid back down as well. Again there was a long silence while Dan tried to figure out what to say. No words wanted to come out of his mouth, it felt like there was nothing he could tell Fernando that would ever explain or make it right that he creeped on him like that.
"Are you gay?" came out instead. Dan slapped a hand to his mouth. That was not what he was supposed to say.
"I guess I can't lie if you really saw everything," Fernando mumbled, "yeah. I am."
"... Doesn't it hurt?" the Dane ended up asking, and again he wanted to slap himself.
"I want to pretend I don't know what you're talking about, but-" Fernando sighed, and Dan saw him bringing a hand to his face to rub at his eyes. "No, it doesn't hurt, it's really, really, fucking good."
"You said my name."
And he who swore to himself he wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole.
"Oh, God," Fernando covered his face with his hands, "this is embarrassing. Can we just forget about it?"
"No."
There was some malfunctioning going on here.
"Why the fuck not? This might just be the worst moment of my life," the Spaniard mumbled. Then he sucked in a hard breath. "You fucker. You got turned on, you closet homo!" Fernando sat up again and stared at Dan in the darkness.
Dan stayed quiet.
"I can't believe you," Fernando hissed.
"I've never been turned on by guys before!" Dan exclaimed, feeling like he needed to stand up for himself. "Sorry if I feel fucking confused!"
After almost ten minutes in stale, uncomfortable silence Fernando mumbled, "let me?"
"Do what?"
"Now you're just being dumb on purpose," the Spaniard sounded annoyed.
When Fernando's hand pulled the zipper on his sleeping-bag down, Dan felt scared. From here on he had absolutely no experience. Not with guys. His whole body jerked when Fernando touched his stomach, then moved closer in the already cramped space. Neither said anything, Dan didn't know what he possibly could say anyways. He had to admit, it felt nice, his classmate's hand slipping under his loose t-shirt.
There was no one to see them, no one even remotely close. This could be their secret, no one needed to know.
Dan felt himself relaxing slightly at the thought, but then Fernando's fingers brushed over his nipple and he tensed up again.
"Take your t-shirt off," the Spaniard requested quietly, and Dan did without question before laying back down again, half closing his eyes. A sudden urge to touch Fernando washed over him, and Dan forced his hands to stay where they were, on the ground, unmoving. Fernando seemingly hesitated, but then he leaned down and started kissing Daniel's neck, gently nipping at the skin and sucking at it.
Dan couldn't quite contain the small moan he made when Fernando's hand moved down his stomach again and started toying with the hem of his trunks. Quickly the Spaniard popped the top button and slid his hand inside, fingertips just touching the base of Dan's dick. By now Dan couldn't help but give in to the growing need that consumed every rational thought, so with a shaky hand he tapped Fernando's cheek to make him look up. Before he could change his mind he kissed him, lifted his head slightly off the ground to come closer.
Their kissing grew heavier along with their breathing, Fernando having started to jerk Dan off properly, his hand doing fucking wonders. At a particularly good twist Dan whimpered and sucked the Spaniard's bottom lip into his mouth, hand finding his neck to pull him all the way down.
"Fuck, I can't," Dan panted, voice weak. "Fernando-"
When he came he grabbed a good hold of Fernando's hair and kept their lips pressed together, wasn't able to let go until it was far over. Through his orgasm the Spaniard kept working his dick, even when his fingers got covered with cum.
They kept kissing even after Fernando pulled his hand out and wiped it on the bottom of Dan's sleeping-bag, all until Dan pulled away and threw an arm over his face.
"You can never tell anyone," he mumbled, "please."
"Fine," the Spaniard's answer seemed too quick, overly okay with the plead.
Dan licked his lips and sighed, a heavy sense of both dread and something else curling in his stomach. After his breathing went back to normal he turned his head and looked at the other boy in the tent, who was now resting with his face turned away from him. Frowning Dan tried to go to sleep, but it wasn't easy. What had just happened meant way more to him that he wanted to admit. But he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.
part two