TV is Overrated [AU Fic]
Title: TV is Overrated [AU]
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Martin calls Daniel around to watch TV with him. But what are his intentions?
Notes: Both are single, gay and childess in this.
The boys were sat in front of the TV. The show seemed innocent enough to Daniel, but that was probably because he didn’t understand the title. He fidgeted occasionally, the awkwardness of the quiet room getting to him. It was awkward, right? Maybe not to Martin, but it was to him. Daniel closed his eyes. He didn’t find the light-filled box that interesting. Only a few minutes later his eyes were snapped open. He watched the screen, wide-eyed like an inexperience teenager as two of the female characters shed their clothes. He shot a quick glance at Martin, whose eyes were well and truly fixed to the screen. Glued, even. But Daniel wasn’t interested in the screen at all. He wanted ear plugs and a blindfold. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his innocence tainted or anything. He’d done much worse things than the two women were doing. But he’d done those things to men. Women really weren’t his thing, and the two women on the screen were doing his secret sexuality no favours as he barely batted an eyelid. Martin, by now, had his hand around his cock, stroking it gently. Daniel was fighting the urge to watch the Slovak.
“Martin?” Daniel whispered cautiously. The Slovak moaned and pulled his cock from his pants, stroking harder now. Daniel was watching Martin now as the slightly younger man ran his thumb over the tip of his cock and then licked the pre-cum off. Daniel moved his eyes from Martin and bit his lip, just like he always did when he was unsure, and closed his eyes. He thought of all of the wonderful things he’d like Martin to do to him. Martin fucking him. Him fucking Martin. Martin blowing him. Him blowing Martin. Martin -
“Thank fucking God!” the Slovak cried, noticing the tent Daniel was pitching.
“Wha’?” the Dane said, frowning at the other defender.
“Did you really thing I was watching that crap? Or that that was even a turn on?” Martin said, smirking. Daniel had not time to reply. He was pushed onto his back on the couch, his jeans taken from his body swiftly. Daniel hadn’t noticed the Slovak’s own jeans disappear, but they had. The shirts came off next and both men stopped for a moment to examine each other’s bodies. A mix of tattoos and scars from old footballing injuries covered the pair. The pair were spellbound, the sight of one another’s naked body sending chills down their spines.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, darling,” Martin sighed.
He moved first, stretching Daniel so carefully, so gently, afraid to break the injury-prone Dane. The Slovak was unsurprised that the Dane found no discomfort in Martin’s lube-covered fingers. Quickly covering his large cock in lube, Martin watched Daniel, who was watching Martin with a smirk. Martin exhaled deeply and pushed in with a grunt. Daniel moaned loudly, the sound like music to the Slovak’s ears. Martin thrust in once again, harder this time, and the next time harder still. Daniel moaned like a cheap whore, bucking his hips desperately. Their lips met - well, crashed together messily, desperately as Martin fucked Daniel harder, faster deeper than either had ever thought was possible. Martin used one hand to stroke Daniel a few times. That was all the Dane needed before he was coming loudly, grunting Martin’s name. The Dane’s muscles tightening around Martin’s cock brought the Slovak to his own climax. They rode out their orgasms and Martin pulled out of Daniel with the last of his energy. He used a finger to wipe the Dane’s seed from his chest and licked the finger with a dirty smirk. Daniel smiled and Martin set his head down on the Dane’s tattooed chest. Daniel let his eyes fall on the only light in the dark room, the television. The show from earlier was no longer playing. Daniel smiled and looked at Martin, who was already asleep. The Slovak himself was smiling, which caused Daniel to smile wider. He knew in his heart that this time, the first time, would not be the last.
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Martin calls Daniel around to watch TV with him. But what are his intentions?
Notes: Both are single, gay and childess in this.
The boys were sat in front of the TV. The show seemed innocent enough to Daniel, but that was probably because he didn’t understand the title. He fidgeted occasionally, the awkwardness of the quiet room getting to him. It was awkward, right? Maybe not to Martin, but it was to him. Daniel closed his eyes. He didn’t find the light-filled box that interesting. Only a few minutes later his eyes were snapped open. He watched the screen, wide-eyed like an inexperience teenager as two of the female characters shed their clothes. He shot a quick glance at Martin, whose eyes were well and truly fixed to the screen. Glued, even. But Daniel wasn’t interested in the screen at all. He wanted ear plugs and a blindfold. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his innocence tainted or anything. He’d done much worse things than the two women were doing. But he’d done those things to men. Women really weren’t his thing, and the two women on the screen were doing his secret sexuality no favours as he barely batted an eyelid. Martin, by now, had his hand around his cock, stroking it gently. Daniel was fighting the urge to watch the Slovak.
“Martin?” Daniel whispered cautiously. The Slovak moaned and pulled his cock from his pants, stroking harder now. Daniel was watching Martin now as the slightly younger man ran his thumb over the tip of his cock and then licked the pre-cum off. Daniel moved his eyes from Martin and bit his lip, just like he always did when he was unsure, and closed his eyes. He thought of all of the wonderful things he’d like Martin to do to him. Martin fucking him. Him fucking Martin. Martin blowing him. Him blowing Martin. Martin -
“Thank fucking God!” the Slovak cried, noticing the tent Daniel was pitching.
“Wha’?” the Dane said, frowning at the other defender.
“Did you really thing I was watching that crap? Or that that was even a turn on?” Martin said, smirking. Daniel had not time to reply. He was pushed onto his back on the couch, his jeans taken from his body swiftly. Daniel hadn’t noticed the Slovak’s own jeans disappear, but they had. The shirts came off next and both men stopped for a moment to examine each other’s bodies. A mix of tattoos and scars from old footballing injuries covered the pair. The pair were spellbound, the sight of one another’s naked body sending chills down their spines.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, darling,” Martin sighed.
He moved first, stretching Daniel so carefully, so gently, afraid to break the injury-prone Dane. The Slovak was unsurprised that the Dane found no discomfort in Martin’s lube-covered fingers. Quickly covering his large cock in lube, Martin watched Daniel, who was watching Martin with a smirk. Martin exhaled deeply and pushed in with a grunt. Daniel moaned loudly, the sound like music to the Slovak’s ears. Martin thrust in once again, harder this time, and the next time harder still. Daniel moaned like a cheap whore, bucking his hips desperately. Their lips met - well, crashed together messily, desperately as Martin fucked Daniel harder, faster deeper than either had ever thought was possible. Martin used one hand to stroke Daniel a few times. That was all the Dane needed before he was coming loudly, grunting Martin’s name. The Dane’s muscles tightening around Martin’s cock brought the Slovak to his own climax. They rode out their orgasms and Martin pulled out of Daniel with the last of his energy. He used a finger to wipe the Dane’s seed from his chest and licked the finger with a dirty smirk. Daniel smiled and Martin set his head down on the Dane’s tattooed chest. Daniel let his eyes fall on the only light in the dark room, the television. The show from earlier was no longer playing. Daniel smiled and looked at Martin, who was already asleep. The Slovak himself was smiling, which caused Daniel to smile wider. He knew in his heart that this time, the first time, would not be the last.