Clarity
Title: Clarity
Fandom: Soccer
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: One-shot deal for metafic. Takes place during the '06 World Cup.
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You don't really know him. You met him during the summer, because of Xabi. You'd gone off to Germany to spite your parents (spend time with us, they'd asked and you'd blown them off of course) and you'd called Xabi in a fit of something and he'd laughed and said of course you could hang out with them. So you did and that's how you knew him.
You hung out a few times but he was loud and brash and always bouncing and grinning. You weren't quite used to that, even though maybe you should have been because of Stevie. But you weren't and he kind of unnerved you. Maybe it was the hair or the grin or the way he just sort of stared right through you.
But then you got to know him because that's what people do and his English sucked just like your Spanish, but it worked out okay. You mostly just pointed at things and attempted to speak German (which neither of you really could) and laughed when you said it all wrong.
It didn't start as much of anything, really just you hanging out with the rest of the Spanish team. But the two days after they beat Saudi Arabia he texted you and out you went. Dancing and before you really realized what was going on he had you shoved up against the wall of the club. Bricks digging into your back and, god, his mouth was really the best thing.
You climbed over each other into the cab and you took him back to your hotel because there was no way that you'd be caught in his. At least not like this. You had trouble keeping your hands to yourself and you hoped to god that the driver didn't notice who Fernando was, not that he'd know you. But you managed not to crawl across the seat and press him against the door and kiss him until you couldn't breathe.
You'd save that for later.
Your hotel had a back door, key-card access and you barely remembered your key. You didn't even have a chance to dig it out of your back-pocket because Fernando's hand was there and he slid the key and thank god that the elevator was empty. He pressed you against the door and you were afraid they'd slide open, but you've got seven floors and he pressed his hips against yours and you ground back. He made noises in your mouth as he kissed you. You slid your hands down his sides, over his hips and you tugged him closer.
You didn't know you wanted him until he kissed you in the club and now he's the only thing you want. The doors slid open and you stepped off, taking him with you. You almost fell, but he held you up. His hand against your lower back and you point down the hall and he guided both of you. He slid the key and you pushed open the door.
Dark and neither of you bothered with the lights. His hands on your body and he slowly pushed up your shirt. Mouth against your stomach, up your chest. He pushed you against the door and his mouth made your knees go weak. You struggled for air, for clarity, but there was nothing. So you just kissed him back, pushing him toward your bed.
You felt the back of his knees hit your bed and you pushed him back again. You crawled on top of him, the way you wanted to in the car. You covered his mouth with yours. His hands pressed against your ass, you settled on top of him and he arched. You growled into his mouth as his hands slid down, unbuttoning your jeans. You couldn't help thrusting and you could feel him grin.
That's when you lost control and he took over. Or maybe you gave it up.
He pushed you away, telling you in stilted English to lie down. You did as you were told and you pulled him in, kissing him hard. He pushed his jeans off, then tugged yours off. He ground against you, thrusting slowly. You arched under him. Your eyes flew open as he moved. He leaned down, mouth against your thighs and you knew what you wanted.
“Fuck me.” It's a demand, a command and the grin on his face made it all worth while.
You pointed to your night stand and he found the lube and condoms. He told you to roll over and you figured there wasn't anything you wouldn't do for him just then. He slid his fingers over your ass, sliding one finger in, then two. You arched under him, wanting. Needing.
He kissed along your spine, down to your lower back. His teeth grazed along your waist. You bit your lower lip to keep from crying out. He moved against you and then he slid in. Tight and you muffled your mouth against the pillow. Cotton pillowcase in your mouth and it's better than letting the whole world hear you. He moved slowly, thrusting and you gripped the sheets with your hands. Tight fists and you're so hard that ever thrust shoots through you like electricity.
You felt his hands on your back as he pushes your shirt up. You lifted your head, letting go of the bed for a moment and he pulled your shirt off. You felt, rather than heard, the sharp intake of air when he saw your tattoos. You couldn't help but turn your head and grin at him. He crushed your mouth with his, thrusting hard. You groaned against his lips and he pulled back. Mouth along your tattoos and it was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done to you during sex.
His fingers curled around your hips and he pushed in deeper until you thought maybe you'd explode into a million little pieces of Dan. He slid his hand around, fingers stroking along your cock. You struggled for control, struggled not to come. You bit your lip so hard it bled. You turned, looking at him. He leaned in, fingers still working, curled around you. His mouth against yours, and you knew he tasted your blood.
You didn't last long. He stroked, matching his thrusts and you were so fucking close. He shifted and you pressed your face against the pillow again. His mouth pressed against your skin, biting along your shoulders. You came hard, mumbling incoherently. You shook, tight around him and he was so close you swore you could feel it. His mouth against your shoulder, biting when he came and you twisted around, watching him slow.
He pulled back, grinning slightly and you fought the urge to say you win.
He slid out of you, tossed the condom in the trash and then crawled back into bed. You knew, even before it started, that it was nothing more than a one night stand. But he didn't leave and when you leaned over, he didn't push you away. Instead he kissed you back. Just like that.
Fandom: Soccer
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: One-shot deal for metafic. Takes place during the '06 World Cup.
---
You don't really know him. You met him during the summer, because of Xabi. You'd gone off to Germany to spite your parents (spend time with us, they'd asked and you'd blown them off of course) and you'd called Xabi in a fit of something and he'd laughed and said of course you could hang out with them. So you did and that's how you knew him.
You hung out a few times but he was loud and brash and always bouncing and grinning. You weren't quite used to that, even though maybe you should have been because of Stevie. But you weren't and he kind of unnerved you. Maybe it was the hair or the grin or the way he just sort of stared right through you.
But then you got to know him because that's what people do and his English sucked just like your Spanish, but it worked out okay. You mostly just pointed at things and attempted to speak German (which neither of you really could) and laughed when you said it all wrong.
It didn't start as much of anything, really just you hanging out with the rest of the Spanish team. But the two days after they beat Saudi Arabia he texted you and out you went. Dancing and before you really realized what was going on he had you shoved up against the wall of the club. Bricks digging into your back and, god, his mouth was really the best thing.
You climbed over each other into the cab and you took him back to your hotel because there was no way that you'd be caught in his. At least not like this. You had trouble keeping your hands to yourself and you hoped to god that the driver didn't notice who Fernando was, not that he'd know you. But you managed not to crawl across the seat and press him against the door and kiss him until you couldn't breathe.
You'd save that for later.
Your hotel had a back door, key-card access and you barely remembered your key. You didn't even have a chance to dig it out of your back-pocket because Fernando's hand was there and he slid the key and thank god that the elevator was empty. He pressed you against the door and you were afraid they'd slide open, but you've got seven floors and he pressed his hips against yours and you ground back. He made noises in your mouth as he kissed you. You slid your hands down his sides, over his hips and you tugged him closer.
You didn't know you wanted him until he kissed you in the club and now he's the only thing you want. The doors slid open and you stepped off, taking him with you. You almost fell, but he held you up. His hand against your lower back and you point down the hall and he guided both of you. He slid the key and you pushed open the door.
Dark and neither of you bothered with the lights. His hands on your body and he slowly pushed up your shirt. Mouth against your stomach, up your chest. He pushed you against the door and his mouth made your knees go weak. You struggled for air, for clarity, but there was nothing. So you just kissed him back, pushing him toward your bed.
You felt the back of his knees hit your bed and you pushed him back again. You crawled on top of him, the way you wanted to in the car. You covered his mouth with yours. His hands pressed against your ass, you settled on top of him and he arched. You growled into his mouth as his hands slid down, unbuttoning your jeans. You couldn't help thrusting and you could feel him grin.
That's when you lost control and he took over. Or maybe you gave it up.
He pushed you away, telling you in stilted English to lie down. You did as you were told and you pulled him in, kissing him hard. He pushed his jeans off, then tugged yours off. He ground against you, thrusting slowly. You arched under him. Your eyes flew open as he moved. He leaned down, mouth against your thighs and you knew what you wanted.
“Fuck me.” It's a demand, a command and the grin on his face made it all worth while.
You pointed to your night stand and he found the lube and condoms. He told you to roll over and you figured there wasn't anything you wouldn't do for him just then. He slid his fingers over your ass, sliding one finger in, then two. You arched under him, wanting. Needing.
He kissed along your spine, down to your lower back. His teeth grazed along your waist. You bit your lower lip to keep from crying out. He moved against you and then he slid in. Tight and you muffled your mouth against the pillow. Cotton pillowcase in your mouth and it's better than letting the whole world hear you. He moved slowly, thrusting and you gripped the sheets with your hands. Tight fists and you're so hard that ever thrust shoots through you like electricity.
You felt his hands on your back as he pushes your shirt up. You lifted your head, letting go of the bed for a moment and he pulled your shirt off. You felt, rather than heard, the sharp intake of air when he saw your tattoos. You couldn't help but turn your head and grin at him. He crushed your mouth with his, thrusting hard. You groaned against his lips and he pulled back. Mouth along your tattoos and it was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done to you during sex.
His fingers curled around your hips and he pushed in deeper until you thought maybe you'd explode into a million little pieces of Dan. He slid his hand around, fingers stroking along your cock. You struggled for control, struggled not to come. You bit your lip so hard it bled. You turned, looking at him. He leaned in, fingers still working, curled around you. His mouth against yours, and you knew he tasted your blood.
You didn't last long. He stroked, matching his thrusts and you were so fucking close. He shifted and you pressed your face against the pillow again. His mouth pressed against your skin, biting along your shoulders. You came hard, mumbling incoherently. You shook, tight around him and he was so close you swore you could feel it. His mouth against your shoulder, biting when he came and you twisted around, watching him slow.
He pulled back, grinning slightly and you fought the urge to say you win.
He slid out of you, tossed the condom in the trash and then crawled back into bed. You knew, even before it started, that it was nothing more than a one night stand. But he didn't leave and when you leaned over, he didn't push you away. Instead he kissed you back. Just like that.