Title: By Fair Means Or Foul
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres/Steven Gerrard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is all fiction. I don't own the boys. If you don't like slash, please don't read.
Warning: PWP. Slight use of force.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who greeted me on my birthday. I give you smut!



“How did you get it?” The doctor asked, sliding his eyeglasses down the bridge of his nose to assess Fernando’s foot carefully.

“Stevie tackled me during training. He got the ball, but his foot caught mine, just here,” Fernando said, pointing at the inside of his left foot. “It’s just sore, but Stevie was going pretty fast.”

The doctor rolled Fernando’s foot at the heel carefully, pressed his fingers against the sore arc and the Spaniard winced involuntarily.

“Well, it seems like it’s just a harsh knock.” The doctor explained, taking quick notes on his pad. “Don’t put much pressure on it for today.”

He generously applied some cream on the slowly-forming bruise before wrapping it up tightly in a bandage. Fernando’s nose prickled at the sharp scent of the menthol ointment. His skin burned deliciously as the cream quickly heated up the aching area.

“To be safe, you could visit the sauna instead of taking the usual post-training ice bath. The heat will help sooth the muscles. I’ll tell the fitness coach,” the doctor instructed as he helped Fernando up. The Spaniard tested his foot gingerly and nodded.

He didn’t like going to the sauna at all. Only the senior members really went there, and it always seemed like a private thing. But Fernando didn’t want to bother the doctor anymore by asking whether he could skip the sauna treatment just because he couldn’t socialise with the other boys.

“Alright, on your way then,” the doctor said, opening the door for the striker. “I’ll send Rafa your medical report later.”

Fernando nodded obediently again and hobbled out into the hallways of Melwood.

*

The room leading to the sauna was small, empty except for a bank of lockers and a rack of towels. Hesitantly, Fernando undressed, careful not to let his bandaged foot catch on the leg of his training shorts. He wrapped a towel around his waist quickly, even if no one could see him naked. He was a naturally shy person and moving into a new club didn’t really help it all.

He padded to the glass door and pushed it open and immediately, a cloud of steam surrounded him. It took Fernando a few seconds to adjust to the haziness of the sauna. He took a few steps in, crossing his fingers that the sauna would be empty.

No such luck, however, because as he rounded the corner, Daniel Agger and Steven Gerrard were already there, sitting side-by-side on a bench, their towels undone and laid out on their laps. They both looked up when they noticed Fernando arrive.

Fernando gulped and debated about what to do. He was about to smile politely at them in greeting, but when they didn’t insomuch as speak to acknowledge his presence, he bowed his head instead and quickly took a seat on the bench opposite his teammates, pressing into the corner where he could be most inconspicuous.

All the while he felt two pairs of eyes on him, watching his every move.

Fernando squirmed on the bench to readjust himself as his foot hit a small puddle pooled in between the moist tiles. His bandage immediately got wet and reeked of the ointment the physician applied later on. The scent of menthol bathed the sauna again, the steam making the aroma hang heavy in the air so that it never seemed to dissipate.

Fernando’s cheeks burned as he noticed Daniel nudge Stevie and whisper something to the Scouser, a smirk evident on both their faces. Their eyes flickered to Fernando again before they snickered at each other.

Ten minutes, Fernando told himself uneasily. He would stay here for ten minutes then he was leaving.

Sure, he was in the club for a good year now, but he still largely felt like the newcomer. Robbie had signed on only a few weeks ago but he got along marvellously with Carra and Stevie. It was like he’s always been in the club already.

Fernando, however, mostly kept to himself off the pitch. He was close to the Spaniards and to the newer players. Daniel and Stevie, however, were not one of them.

Which was why it was strange, if not humiliating, that they were staring at him intently.

He was going to look away but the slightest of movements caught Fernando’s eye.

Daniel dug his fingers into the muscles of his shoulderblades before letting his large hands slide down his chest. Fernando thought it was accidental, unintentional, the way the Dane lightly ran his knuckles over his crotch. But the sigh of contentment that Daniel emitted – that definitely didn’t sound unintentional.

Fernando trained his eyes on his hands folded on his lap. This wasn’t his business. He was only here because there was still a dull ache on the arc of his foot and it wouldn’t go away, he told himself. But he could catch Daniel’s movements from the corner of his eye and he couldn’t find it in him to ignore them completely.

Fernando furtively glanced up again, only meaning to check out what was happening now – just to sate his curiosity. But what he saw made him let out a small, involuntary gasp.

The towel was slipping off Daniel’s sweat-slicked thighs now, showing openly the way Daniel’s hand fondled at his shaft lazily. Fernando’s eyes were wide, almost mesmerized, as he watched the defender’s long fingers slide up and down the half-hard cock slowly.

When he finally shook himself out of his daze, Fernando tore his gaze away from the violently erotic sight of Daniel pleasuring himself like it was completely normal to do in front of strangers. – Not that Fernando was a stranger. Or, well. Maybe he was.

But when Fernando looked up, he was taken aback to see that Daniel was staring back at him, a crooked grin on his face. Stevie sat next to the defender, watching Fernando just as intently, as if waiting for the striker’s reactions. Fernando made a small, helpless sound, feeling cornered. His cheeks burned, his forehead broke into sweat and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the suffocating heat of the sauna.

Stevie chuckled softly, looking amused. He cupped his package through his terrycloth towel, as if to rile Fernando up even more. Stevie always lived for shock value.

If Fernando was flustered before, he was completely unravelled now. He stood up, paying no attention to the throbbing in his foot, taking long strides to the exit.

“Where are you going?”

Fernando froze but didn’t turn around. The glass door was only a few more metres away, but Stevie’s tone was sharp. Commanding. Like it sent a jolt right through the Spaniard’s lithe frame.

When Fernando hesitated answering, the captain barked again, “I said, where are you going?”

The striker slowly turned around, a tremor running down his spine as he faced the two. Dan still had his hand inside underneath his towel, but he looked amused at the confrontation. Stevie, however, gazed at Fernando expectantly.

“I – I have to go,” Fernando blurted out, his English suddenly coming together in knots like it was his first day again.

“All of a sudden?” Daniel asked, teasing smile playing on his lips.

“If Dr. Byrne sent you here to help your foot, a five-minute dabble in the sauna isn’t really going to help much, is it?” Stevie asked, voice soft but Fernando didn’t miss the authoritative edge to it. Stevie continued, “And I would hate for Rafa to find out that you clearly disobeyed the physician’s orders.”

Fernando stood, rooted on the spot, somewhere in between completely stunned and utterly confused. Sure, he didn’t like being ignored. But he didn’t like being the centre of attention all the more. Especially not with the likes of Stevie and Daniel. The former had this strong, infallible aura. Power emanated off him in waves. The latter was younger, but did not lack in aggression nor dominance. He was rough and ruthless.

And then there was Fernando. Who could only stammer, “What do you want me to do?”

Stevie and Daniel exchanged glances before bursting out laughing. Fernando cringed, the hair at the back of his neck standing up on end.

“Come back here and take a seat again,” Stevie said. It didn’t sound like an offer. It sounded like a command.

Fernando’s legs felt like lead as he cautiously walked back to his spot in the corner of the sauna.

“Actually, you know what?” Daniel spoke up, sitting straight. “Come over here instead.”

The Spaniard approached the two, heart thumping loudly against his ribcage. Standing up, Fernando towered over his teammates, but it didn’t stop the Spaniard’s palms from sweating profusely.

Daniel looked up at him, a mischievous grin on his face. “Have you ever been with a guy, El Niño?”

Fernando’s mind stopped functioning at this point. Stevie sighed impatiently at him, “Well?”

“I – uh.”

/>“Spit it out.”

“Never mind, Stevie.” Dan said, his voice lilting.
Fernando’s breathing calmed down for a second, until –

“I’m sure we can find a better use for that pretty little mouth of his.”

Fernando’s eyes widened. He was just about to take a step back when Daniel’s hand darted out quickly. His grip on Fernando’s wrist was tight and strong. In a second, he dragged Fernando on his knees forcefully. The striker winced as he fell on the damp tiles.

Nobody spoke. For the first time, Fernando noticed soothing classical music had been playing all the while through small speakers in the sauna. Not that it was doing anything for the striker’s nerves.

Stevie and Daniel gazed down at him, saying nothing. Like they were waiting for Fernando to take the initiative to do what he knew they wanted. Because then, technically, it wasn’t coercion if Fernando started it, right?

Fernando tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat. No one was stopping him from leaving now. No one was keeping him sat on the floor between Daniel’s legs. But the disappointment was evident in the Scouser’s almost patronising face. And Daniel continued to stare at him with that heavy gaze of unadulterated lust. His cock gleamed with pre-cum under the weak lighting.

Tentatively, Fernando reached out and took Daniel’s cock in his hand, heavy and thick. He hadn’t even had the chance to close his fist around the shaft when Daniel smirked.

“Baby, if I wanted a wank, I could’ve very well done that by myself.”

Fernando’s cheeks burned again. Strangely enough, he didn’t know if it was because of Daniel’s unspoken request or the fact that he didn’t foresee it.

The Dane’s member was still in his hand. Tentatively, he brought it to his lips, the musky scent already sending his skin tingling.

Taking a deep breath, his heart pounding in his ears, he wrapped his mouth around the engorged head. The pre-cum tasted salty on his tongue.

Fernando dared to look up, almost preparing to get yelled at, taunted, ridiculed for such an amateur performance. But Daniel had his head leaned against the tiles of the wall, forehead furrowed and mouth half-open. And Stevie, he was a face to behold: breaths shorter and lip caught in between his teeth. He looked flustered. Fernando never saw Stevie flustered before.

It made him feel proud.

So when Dan bucked up slightly – to his credit, the defender tried to control himself, knowing Fernando was a first-timer – Fernando opened his mouth wider, instinctively trying to take more of the flesh.

“Oh, yes,” Dan panted softly, bringing a hand around to the back of Fernando’s head and keeping him in place. The Spaniard bobbed his head dutifully and he was rewarded with a guttural moan of immense approval from Daniel.

“Deeper,” the defender encouraged but at the same time, entwining his fingers into Fernando’s damp hair and pulling him forward forcefully. Fernando immediately gagged and struggled to pull away, but Dan wouldn’t let him. He panicked, his eyes tearing up and his throat constricting in alarm.

It came as a whisper that Fernando almost didn’t catch it.

“Relax,” Stevie said above him. His tone was gentle, seeing Fernando’s distress, but his eyes were lustful and bore straight through the Spaniard. Fernando didn’t know if the Scouser was speaking out of concern or for his viewing pleasure. Nevertheless, he flattened out his tongue, kept his teeth out of the way, tried to regulate his breathing through his nose and somehow his panic started to subside a fraction.

“Good boy,” Daniel whispered out laboriously before he groaned loudly again. He was shivering in less than a minute, his hips started bucking forward helplessly, and Fernando knew he was close. The striker braced himself, waited for the come to hit his throat, wondered how it would taste. But Daniel abruptly broke away.

Fernando should have felt the wave of relief wash over him, but instead he stared up at the Dane in bewilderment. Dan smiled, however, and pulled Fernando to his feet. He cupped his chin with a firm hand and held their faces close to each other. Inches apart, Fernando could clearly see the animalistic glint of hunger in the Dane’s eyes. Which was why he was taken aback when the defender placed a simple, chaste kiss on his reddening lips.

“Now, let Stevie try.”

Fernando’s heart stopped beating.

Even Stevie glanced at Dan unsurely. It was one thing watching Dan bait his prey. It was another thing entirely to feast upon it too.

But Dan just grinned confidently at the Scouser. “Would I bother sharing something I know you wouldn’t like?”

Stevie looked at Fernando’s frightened eyes, his pale skin even more translucent now and his lips bruised. His groin tingled shamelessly in response.

“Come here.” His voice was husky and strained with need. Fernando half-scampered and half-skidded on his hands and knees. Stevie was already hard when he whipped off the towel from his lap. Fernando glanced up at Stevie uncertainly, his lips centimetres away from the head of the Scouser’s cock. Stevie might have thought twice if only the image wasn’t perverted and vulnerable.

“Take it.”

Stevie took such a loud, sharp intake of breath, it seemingly echoed from the tiled walls. Fernando’s tongue rolled over the head of his cock easily – expertly. Rolled over the pre-cum oozing out the slit and spread it around. Stevie’s breath grew more and more ragged by the second. He didn’t expect Fernando’s mouth to be that hot, it burned against the sensitive skin of his throbbing shaft.

Stevie was longer, thicker. But Fernando grudgingly relished the feeling of coarse skin slipping in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm. He told himself if he couldn’t take it anymore, he would stand up and walk away now. But he could take it and he kept on taking it and he secretly wondered why he liked it.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Dan stand up. Under his discarded towel was a convenient tube of lube. If Fernando was at ease before, he tensed up again now. He felt Dan hovering behind him and in a flash, a finger fondled over his entrance.

The Spanaird flinched, “Daniel, please – no,” he pleaded.

But Dan steadily slathered lube over his crack, the coolness making Fernando’s stomach drop in anxiety. He tried again, begging, “I don’t – I – I haven’t...”

Fernando choked out a pained groan as he felt a finger penetrating unceremoniously into his ass. His hands dug into Stevie’s thighs in reflex and Stevie sighed softly.

“Daniel,” – Fernando whimpered as another finger entered. He felt stretched impossibly wide, it burned behind him. But it was nothing compared to the white-hot pain that electrocuted his entire body when Daniel pushed in his cock.

Fernando half-screamed as Dan pushed into him slowly. He crumpled to the floor, his arms shaking too much to support him. He leaned his forehead on the cool tiles, panting heavily.

Dan kept perfectly still – Stevie saw the tight line of his pursed lips and knew that he was concentrating hard to not move, trying not to hurt Fernando even more.

“Fernando,” Dan murmured, bending forward, moulding his chest against the Spaniard’s sweaty back. He kissed the shell of Fernando’s ear and said, “It’s going to feel much better if you stop crying.” He stroked the hair out of Fernando’s eyes and pressed his lips softly against the Spaniard’s cheek.

When Dan straightened up, he caught Stevie glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. He glared back, daring him to say what he was thinking out loud. Stevie shook his head in disbelief. When Fernando entered the sauna, Daniel was so hell-bent on getting the Spaniard to themselves. And Stevie thought it was because it was Fernando and, well, he was just asking to be ravished.

He didn’t think Dan could actually be smitten with the boy.

Ever so slowly, Dan pulled out of Fernando then thrust into him again. Fernando winced again, but it was more hushed this time.

“Alright?”

Fernando nodded wordlessly and brought himself up. He took Stevie’s forgotten cock and attended to it again with a soft squeeze. “Sorry,” the striker apologized and Stevie waved off the needless apology.

Fernando groaned against Stevie’s cock as Dan thrust deeper into him. With his mouth on the Scouser and Daniel’s hand reaching between his legs and massaging his cock, the pain in his behind started to ebb away. Dan grinded against him even more, stroking his cock in rhythm to his thrusts, and Fernando felt himself shudder at the tide of pleasure churning at his core.

Dan let go of Fernando’s cock and placed both his hands on the Spaniard’s hips. He started thrusting in with wild abandon now, too close to his peak to slow down. With every jab into Fernando, he ripped a breathless moan from the Spaniard, in turn sending mind-blowing vibrations along Stevie’s cock buried in Fernando’s mouth. Their ragged breaths intertwined, their groans coming simultaneously.

Daniel started to slow down his pace, focusing instead on sliding in farther into Fernando. Stevie watched him with heavy-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. He saw the concentration in the Dane’s face as he searched for Fernando’s prostate and – a deep thrust in at an angle and the Spaniard cried out wantonly – he must have found it.

Fernando started shaking so badly, he couldn’t suck at Stevie’s cock anymore. Not that the Scouser minded that much as he jacked himself off instead. Watching Dan devirginize Fernando was a good enough consolation prize. Watched Dan, the picture of dominance, hold down Fernando helplessly squirming underneath him. Watched Fernando turn from unwilling participant to impatiently rocking back against the defender to meet his thrusts.

Dan was the first to orgasm and he came with a loud growl. He thrust into Fernando twice, thrice, milking himself empty, chest heaving. He didn’t pull out of the Spaniard – his eyes were still screwed shut as he relished the feeling of Fernando’s tightness around his cock.

He pulled Fernando up to his knees so they were both kneeling with Dan’s chest against Fernando’s back. Stevie wondered if Dan was doing this only to give him a full view of what came next: Dan roughly pulled back Fernando by his hair and the Spaniard bent backwards gracefully. Dan dipped his head over him and attacked his open mouth with fervent kisses.

Stevie leaned his head against the tiled wall and bit his lip, tugging at his cock faster and faster as he watched the two. Dan took Fernando’s cock in his hand and started stroking it in time with Stevie’s strokes. He smiled smugly at the Scouser. Fernando rested his head back on Dan’s shoulder and whimpered at Dan’s touches. His hips bucked forward instinctively, but Dan was quick to wind his arm around the Spaniard’s narrow waist to keep him from moving.

“Dan, please – let me come,” Fernando spoke breathlessly.

“Not before Stevie,” Dan answered curtly, pointedly slowing down his strokes on Fernando’s cock. Fernando shifted his gaze to his captain.

“Can I –” Fernando began and Dan snarled.

“No, he can help himself just fine,” he replied brusquely, tightening a possessive arm around Fernando to keep him in place.

Stevie groaned, “Fuck you, Daniel.” Now he couldn’t concentrate with that Spaniard watching him with wide eyes. Stevie gritted his teeth and tugged at his cock more vigorously now. He thought of the way Fernando’s mouth felt around him, inexperienced but eager, a little too much teeth grazing dangerously above his sensitive skin, his breath hot as he panted while Dan fucked him from behind.

“Fuck!” Stevie shouted as he came, some of his seed coating his hand and some hitting Fernando in the chest. Haphazardly wiping his hand on his discarded towel, he hastily kneeled on the floor as well, in front of the Spaniard. Bending down slightly, he licked along Fernando’s chest to remove the traces of dribbling come.

“Please, please,” Fernando begged urgently and Dan clamped his fist tighter around his swollen shaft. Stevie joined him, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and massaging it. Fernando shut his eyes and felt like he couldn’t get enough air. Dan kissed him passionately again and Stevie sucked at the base of his neck, their hands working in unison around his aching groin.

Fernando’s sob of relief was muffled against Dan’s kiss, but there was no mistaking the hot come seeping on Daniel and Stevie’s palms. The Spaniard would have slid bonelessly to the floor but Dan propped him up securely. For a long time, they just lay there. Dan sat on his heels, Fernando leaning tiredly against him while Stevie clambered up the bench.

“Are you okay?” Dan was the first to speak, again tucking the striker’s unruly blond hair behind his ear. Fernando nodded, looking away shyly.

“Your foot?” Dan asked again, and Stevie was honestly surprised. He didn’t think Dan even noticed Fernando’s injury but now he seemed attuned to every detail.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Fernando replied softly.

“Let’s go to the showers and get cleaned up,” Dan said, seemingly satisfied with Fernando’s answer. He got to his feet and helped the striker to his.

“Stevie?” Fernando asked politely.

Stevie looked from Fernando’s expectant expression and Dan’s hard glare. He automatically got an image of them in one of the Melwood cubicles – Fernando with his arms around Dan’s neck, Dan with his hands kneading at the Spaniard’s pert ass, as they kissed each other and moved against each other, under the steaming water of the shower.

“No thanks, you guys go ahead,” Stevie replied wearily. “I’ll stay here for a little longer.”

Dan nodded at him curtly – his usual sign of gratitude.

“Come on,” Dan said, placing a hand lightly on the small of Fernando’s back and they both went off, closing the sauna door soundlessly behind them.

From behind the fogged-up glass door, Stevie watched the boys: Dan with his head bent down as he talked to the Spaniard and Fernando meekly answering. Their shoulders brushed against each other as they walked together in close proximity. Dan took Fernando’s arm and ushered him to the shower rooms and Fernando dutifully followed the boy. Stevie watched them until they disappeared around the corner. Then, he smiled to himself in satisfaction.