Who has to know? (part three)
Title: Who has to know? (part three)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Martin Skrtel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Haha, this is kind of fun! I think after reading this you'll know what will happen in the final part... ;-) Also, would anyone be interested if I did a short companion piece with a pairing that you will see in this?
Wordcount: 1,756
Summary: Daniel is confused and doesn't really know what to do with himself. Fernando isn't making it any easier for him just being... Fernando.
part one | part two
"If you stare any harder I think you'll burn a hole in the back of his head," Martin poked Dan's cheek with his pencil.
They were stuck in Geography-class, and Martin and Daniel sat on their usual seats in the back. With his elbow on the desk and hand supporting his chin Martin didn't even try to look interested, and his full attention was on his friend. Slowly he poked Dan again, dared to push the pencil a bit further into the other boy's cheek.
"Ow," Dan swatted the pencil away and finally tore his eyes away from the back of Fernando's head, so he could frown at Martin. "Fuck off. I'm not staring."
"Oh," Martin chuckled, "you're staring. What's going on with you two? You've been acting weird around him all since that fucking trip." Dan glared now, and grabbed the pencil from Martin's hand, "nothing is going on."
"Daniel, Martin, be quiet," their teacher sighed, and waved his stupid, little pointer at them. The only response he got was a vague hand-movement and a grunt from Martin.
In his chair in the front Fernando turned his head slightly and looked over his shoulder, catching Dan's eye.
Fucking hell.
Giving his best dismissive glare Dan waited for Fernando to turn around again, and it didn't take long, after another second the Spaniard's eyes flickered down to the ground before he devoted his attention to the map.
It had been like this all since what happened at the party. Even if the details were a bit hazy, Dan knew what had happened, he knew what he had done. It was even worse to think about how he had initiated the kiss. When he had the opportunity to push Fernando away he hadn't, he'd pulled him closer and kept on kissing until the Spaniard answered. And that was not how it was supposed to be.
Problem was, when the thoughts of Fernando came to him, he wouldn't always think of their two encounters with anger and regret. Like, one night he'd been thinking about Fernando in the pool, how firm his stomach had been under his fingers and how good it was to be pressed up against the side with his legs around the other boy. Even when he felt Fernando's dick against his crotch it hadn't felt alien, it had been a strange feeling of excitement, just like what Dan had experienced that night in the tent.
It confused him and aroused him to no end thinking about it. Since Fernando and he hadn't ever been friends before this it was much easier to pretend nothing had happened, but it had become increasingly harder now that he actually noticed the looks Fernando was giving him all the time. In class. In the hallways. In the cafeteria. In the changing-room before and after P.E.. In the showers.
"Assignments, people," the teacher yelled out at the end, and half of the class started protesting loudly. "Be quiet, this is non-negotiable!" he smiled and started handing out sheets to the people at the front, who passed them on.
"Pairs."
Dan was just about to look over at Martin and claim him as his partner, but no such luck as the teacher instantly started pointing at people.
"Olsson and Smith, Torres and Murray, Skrtel-" Martin perked up "and Kelly."
"What?" Martin burst out, and Kelly looked like he was about to either start crying or piss his pants. Poor kid was probably the most shy boy Dan had ever met in his entire life, and had heard him talk the grand total of maybe eight times during their years together at school. He was a bit amusing too, though, because with his big frame he looked rather ridiculous when he tried to hunch his shoulders and hide between people nowhere near his height.
"Martin, please," their teacher sighed and looked disapprovingly at the Slovak who scrunched his nose up. Dan knew Martin really didn't have anything against Kelly, he just didn't warm up that easily up to people who weren't confident and loud like himself. "A word with you after class," their teacher added with a cocked eyebrow, and Martin groaned. Kelly again looked like he wanted to hide in a corner and weep.
"Reid and Agger..." Dan looked over at Thomas who grinned at him, and he gave him a grin back. This would be easy, Thomas was a fun guy. Again he heard Martin groan next to him, and he slapped him on the back and grinned at him, too. Martin just glared.
*
"What did he say?" Dan asked as soon as Martin stomped out of the classroom. He'd been waiting on him for almost ten minutes, and he'd heard Martin raise his voice in there.
"He said he paired me up with Kelly because apparently 'it will be good for Martin to work with someone a bit more talkative than himself'."
"Then he could've paired him up with anyone in class," Dan snorted.
"That's what I said!" Martin threw his arms out, "but he wouldn't let me switch."
"Good luck," the Dane chuckled.
*
It was a cruel world.
They played football in P.E. today, and Dan was on top of the world. Football was fun and he was good at it, and who didn't like winning? Then, of fucking course. A sliding tackle sent him crashing to the ground, and it hurt, damn it. So, Dan jumped to his feet, even if the right stung painfully when he stepped at it, and pushed the guy who had tackled him. During the heated argument Dan gave a few threats and was this close to hitting him, and the P.E. teacher grabbed him and then tossed him out of the class.
He was mad and annoyed when he dumped down on the bench in the changing-room, and quickly tore sweaty t-shirt that clung uncomfortably to his back off. For a few long moments he stared at the heap on the floor, then he angrily stood up and got out of his shorts and briefs as well. Stalking towards the showers he even forgot to grab his towel, but it was the last thing on his mind.
Underneath the not-so-hot spray he at least had the time to think things through and calm down enough to slightly regret wanting to hit the other boy. But not so much. He did tackle him after all. There was still an hour left of the class, and Dan appreciated the peace and quiet. Absentmindedly he washed himself, tilted his face up and closed his eyes. As his hand brushed across his dick the picture of Fernando came to his mind. A flat stomach, strong muscles playing beneath deliciously pale skin, that big, round ass... There was no one else in the changing-room, so, what would be so bad about giving in?
Fuck.
Dan forced himself to stop touching his dick, forced himself to stop thinking about anything remotely arousing. This wasn't the place, nor the time. Anyone could walk in on him if he was really unlucky, and it was just plain embarrassing to be caught jerking off at school.
*
After Dan was finished in the shower, he realized he forgot his towel. Without giving it a second thought he walked into the changing-room, but froze as soon as he turned the corner and was faced with Fernando sitting on the bench.
"Daniel," Fernando said, eyes wide and staying just two seconds too long on Dan's naked crotch.
Now he regretted not getting off in the showers. Then he wouldn't feel so fucking hot under Fernando's gaze, no matter how brief it was. Cursing himself over and over again in his head Dan watched as the Spaniard sucked in a hard breath and rose to his feet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Daniel hated himself for how weak and shaky his voice sounded. He felt horribly exposed, and his dick didn't want to be discreet at all. Awkwardly he just stood there. No matter what standing naked in front of Fernando made him feel, it was against his principles to be anything but confident.
"Mr. Johnson told me to go check on you," Fernando seemed a little out of breath, but Dan had no problem with understanding why. The tension between them was thick as tar, neither had forgotten what happened the last time they were alone together. "What a coincidence. Did you fucking volunteer or what?" Dan huffed and frowned. The Spaniard looked down without saying anything, and Dan gaped, "you did!"
"You don't know what you do to me," Fernando shook his head, then looked up with such determination in his eyes the Dane didn't know whether to take step back or kiss him. It was fucking sexy in a way Dan had never thought, because he usually was all about being in control and owning the situation, but this... he wanted so bad to just give up control for once.
And he was still naked.
And getting hard.
"Fuck, Fernando!" Dan part yelled, part sighed, he was so torn between giving in to all of this, damn it.
Fernando gave him a half smile, then quickly stepped forward and cupped Dan's jaw. Completely passive Dan let Fernando kiss him, but it seemed too intimate and soft, so he started pushing back, bit at the Spaniard's lips and deepened it. He was growing harder, but he didn't even try to hide it. Fuck, he was already naked and Fernando felt it, and Daniel thought that this was it. A hand slid around his hip and came to rest on the slight curve of his ass, one finger just dipping into his crack.
So, he couldn't help the insane surge of disappointment when the Spaniard sucked on his tongue before stepping back and creating some space between them. "How about I come over to yours this weekend or something?"
It was just random words to Dan until his brain caught up with his dick, and he nearly did a double-take.
"If you want."
Dan stood completely still for a few long moments, and Fernando's face started to fall.
"Yes."
"Yeah?" Fernando smiled.
"Yeah," Dan nodded, bit his lip to keep the grin from his face.
There was a short silence before the Spaniard blushed and reached for Dan's towel on the bench. "Here," he handed it to the other boy who felt his ears growing warm. "Thanks."
part four
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres, Martin Skrtel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is not true, I made it all up.
Author's Notes: Haha, this is kind of fun! I think after reading this you'll know what will happen in the final part... ;-) Also, would anyone be interested if I did a short companion piece with a pairing that you will see in this?
Wordcount: 1,756
Summary: Daniel is confused and doesn't really know what to do with himself. Fernando isn't making it any easier for him just being... Fernando.
part one | part two
"If you stare any harder I think you'll burn a hole in the back of his head," Martin poked Dan's cheek with his pencil.
They were stuck in Geography-class, and Martin and Daniel sat on their usual seats in the back. With his elbow on the desk and hand supporting his chin Martin didn't even try to look interested, and his full attention was on his friend. Slowly he poked Dan again, dared to push the pencil a bit further into the other boy's cheek.
"Ow," Dan swatted the pencil away and finally tore his eyes away from the back of Fernando's head, so he could frown at Martin. "Fuck off. I'm not staring."
"Oh," Martin chuckled, "you're staring. What's going on with you two? You've been acting weird around him all since that fucking trip." Dan glared now, and grabbed the pencil from Martin's hand, "nothing is going on."
"Daniel, Martin, be quiet," their teacher sighed, and waved his stupid, little pointer at them. The only response he got was a vague hand-movement and a grunt from Martin.
In his chair in the front Fernando turned his head slightly and looked over his shoulder, catching Dan's eye.
Fucking hell.
Giving his best dismissive glare Dan waited for Fernando to turn around again, and it didn't take long, after another second the Spaniard's eyes flickered down to the ground before he devoted his attention to the map.
It had been like this all since what happened at the party. Even if the details were a bit hazy, Dan knew what had happened, he knew what he had done. It was even worse to think about how he had initiated the kiss. When he had the opportunity to push Fernando away he hadn't, he'd pulled him closer and kept on kissing until the Spaniard answered. And that was not how it was supposed to be.
Problem was, when the thoughts of Fernando came to him, he wouldn't always think of their two encounters with anger and regret. Like, one night he'd been thinking about Fernando in the pool, how firm his stomach had been under his fingers and how good it was to be pressed up against the side with his legs around the other boy. Even when he felt Fernando's dick against his crotch it hadn't felt alien, it had been a strange feeling of excitement, just like what Dan had experienced that night in the tent.
It confused him and aroused him to no end thinking about it. Since Fernando and he hadn't ever been friends before this it was much easier to pretend nothing had happened, but it had become increasingly harder now that he actually noticed the looks Fernando was giving him all the time. In class. In the hallways. In the cafeteria. In the changing-room before and after P.E.. In the showers.
"Assignments, people," the teacher yelled out at the end, and half of the class started protesting loudly. "Be quiet, this is non-negotiable!" he smiled and started handing out sheets to the people at the front, who passed them on.
"Pairs."
Dan was just about to look over at Martin and claim him as his partner, but no such luck as the teacher instantly started pointing at people.
"Olsson and Smith, Torres and Murray, Skrtel-" Martin perked up "and Kelly."
"What?" Martin burst out, and Kelly looked like he was about to either start crying or piss his pants. Poor kid was probably the most shy boy Dan had ever met in his entire life, and had heard him talk the grand total of maybe eight times during their years together at school. He was a bit amusing too, though, because with his big frame he looked rather ridiculous when he tried to hunch his shoulders and hide between people nowhere near his height.
"Martin, please," their teacher sighed and looked disapprovingly at the Slovak who scrunched his nose up. Dan knew Martin really didn't have anything against Kelly, he just didn't warm up that easily up to people who weren't confident and loud like himself. "A word with you after class," their teacher added with a cocked eyebrow, and Martin groaned. Kelly again looked like he wanted to hide in a corner and weep.
"Reid and Agger..." Dan looked over at Thomas who grinned at him, and he gave him a grin back. This would be easy, Thomas was a fun guy. Again he heard Martin groan next to him, and he slapped him on the back and grinned at him, too. Martin just glared.
*
"What did he say?" Dan asked as soon as Martin stomped out of the classroom. He'd been waiting on him for almost ten minutes, and he'd heard Martin raise his voice in there.
"He said he paired me up with Kelly because apparently 'it will be good for Martin to work with someone a bit more talkative than himself'."
"Then he could've paired him up with anyone in class," Dan snorted.
"That's what I said!" Martin threw his arms out, "but he wouldn't let me switch."
"Good luck," the Dane chuckled.
*
It was a cruel world.
They played football in P.E. today, and Dan was on top of the world. Football was fun and he was good at it, and who didn't like winning? Then, of fucking course. A sliding tackle sent him crashing to the ground, and it hurt, damn it. So, Dan jumped to his feet, even if the right stung painfully when he stepped at it, and pushed the guy who had tackled him. During the heated argument Dan gave a few threats and was this close to hitting him, and the P.E. teacher grabbed him and then tossed him out of the class.
He was mad and annoyed when he dumped down on the bench in the changing-room, and quickly tore sweaty t-shirt that clung uncomfortably to his back off. For a few long moments he stared at the heap on the floor, then he angrily stood up and got out of his shorts and briefs as well. Stalking towards the showers he even forgot to grab his towel, but it was the last thing on his mind.
Underneath the not-so-hot spray he at least had the time to think things through and calm down enough to slightly regret wanting to hit the other boy. But not so much. He did tackle him after all. There was still an hour left of the class, and Dan appreciated the peace and quiet. Absentmindedly he washed himself, tilted his face up and closed his eyes. As his hand brushed across his dick the picture of Fernando came to his mind. A flat stomach, strong muscles playing beneath deliciously pale skin, that big, round ass... There was no one else in the changing-room, so, what would be so bad about giving in?
Fuck.
Dan forced himself to stop touching his dick, forced himself to stop thinking about anything remotely arousing. This wasn't the place, nor the time. Anyone could walk in on him if he was really unlucky, and it was just plain embarrassing to be caught jerking off at school.
*
After Dan was finished in the shower, he realized he forgot his towel. Without giving it a second thought he walked into the changing-room, but froze as soon as he turned the corner and was faced with Fernando sitting on the bench.
"Daniel," Fernando said, eyes wide and staying just two seconds too long on Dan's naked crotch.
Now he regretted not getting off in the showers. Then he wouldn't feel so fucking hot under Fernando's gaze, no matter how brief it was. Cursing himself over and over again in his head Dan watched as the Spaniard sucked in a hard breath and rose to his feet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Daniel hated himself for how weak and shaky his voice sounded. He felt horribly exposed, and his dick didn't want to be discreet at all. Awkwardly he just stood there. No matter what standing naked in front of Fernando made him feel, it was against his principles to be anything but confident.
"Mr. Johnson told me to go check on you," Fernando seemed a little out of breath, but Dan had no problem with understanding why. The tension between them was thick as tar, neither had forgotten what happened the last time they were alone together. "What a coincidence. Did you fucking volunteer or what?" Dan huffed and frowned. The Spaniard looked down without saying anything, and Dan gaped, "you did!"
"You don't know what you do to me," Fernando shook his head, then looked up with such determination in his eyes the Dane didn't know whether to take step back or kiss him. It was fucking sexy in a way Dan had never thought, because he usually was all about being in control and owning the situation, but this... he wanted so bad to just give up control for once.
And he was still naked.
And getting hard.
"Fuck, Fernando!" Dan part yelled, part sighed, he was so torn between giving in to all of this, damn it.
Fernando gave him a half smile, then quickly stepped forward and cupped Dan's jaw. Completely passive Dan let Fernando kiss him, but it seemed too intimate and soft, so he started pushing back, bit at the Spaniard's lips and deepened it. He was growing harder, but he didn't even try to hide it. Fuck, he was already naked and Fernando felt it, and Daniel thought that this was it. A hand slid around his hip and came to rest on the slight curve of his ass, one finger just dipping into his crack.
So, he couldn't help the insane surge of disappointment when the Spaniard sucked on his tongue before stepping back and creating some space between them. "How about I come over to yours this weekend or something?"
It was just random words to Dan until his brain caught up with his dick, and he nearly did a double-take.
"If you want."
Dan stood completely still for a few long moments, and Fernando's face started to fall.
"Yes."
"Yeah?" Fernando smiled.
"Yeah," Dan nodded, bit his lip to keep the grin from his face.
There was a short silence before the Spaniard blushed and reached for Dan's towel on the bench. "Here," he handed it to the other boy who felt his ears growing warm. "Thanks."
part four