The Return of the Advent calendar!
I know I'm back later than planned, but you have an idiot in a van who pretends that people on bikes don't exist and a day-long visit to the hospital to thank for that. I will somehow catch up on the missed days, but for now, have this, originally written last tuesday
Title: Birthday Boy
Word count: 1,352
Disclaimer: All lieeeeeeeeeeeeees
A/n: Hmm some parts sound a bit rushed, so I apologise in advance,
Feedback is always welcome =D
As he drove in he scanned the car park for a sign of the familiar Mercedes, but no luck! He sighed and turned off the ignition. Getting out the car he checked his phone one more time, but no word, no text, no missed call, nothing. This was getting beyond a joke now, Frank better have a damn good reason for this.
John ignored the pats on the back and the best wishes as he skulked onto the team bus and made his way to his usual seat, where he sat in silence. The team were shocked to see their captain so sulky on his birthday, something must seriously be up, John was normally even more bouncy and lively than usual on his birthday. Didier, however, had a good idea about what exactly had put John in such a bad mood,
“No word from loverboy?” He teased as he perched on the seat next to John, the seat usually occupied by a certain midfielder.
John just glared at him with such venom that only a captain in a foul mood can muster. Though Didi just ignored him and pinched his cheeks, “Don’t worry misery guts, just wait and see, you’ll be right as rain by the end of the day” And with that he scampered off down the coach, back to his seat next to Essien, leaving a slightly confused John behind. What did he mean? What was he planning? The team had probably planned some sort of party or trick on him, to try and celebrate, or get pay back for the tricks he plays on them throughout the year? But he didn’t want any of that, all he wanted was a few words from his supposed best mate, was that really too much to ask for?
He plugged his headphones in to cut himself off from the rest of the world as the coach made its way through the frosty Surrey countryside to the airport.
* * *
John opened the door to his hotel room and immediately something didn’t feel right, almost as if someone else was in there. As shiver ran down his spine. He crept in, leaving the suitcase in the hallway, his nerves were all on edge. He made sure not to make a noise on the few steps to the bathroom and kicked the door open with force, hoping to scare any intruder who may be in there. He searched the bathroom, poised to fend off any attacker, but it was empty. He sighed in relief, only to tense again when he heard a rustling from the main part of the room. This time he knew there had to be someone else, he grabbed the loobrush as a sort of mak-shift weapon and left the bathroom.
He shimmied down the the wall until he reached the corner. One hand flicking the lights, the other holding the ‘weapon’ high above his head, John swung around the corner, but instead of attacking he froze, his heart stopping and all words failing him.
“John?” Came a calm voice, “I thought I heard you come in, but what’s with the whole loo-brush thing?”
John didn’t know what to do or what to say, so instead he just stood there, a silly grin on his face, realising how stupid he must look right now.
“Come here then birthday boy!” Frank smirked as he sat up and opened his arms, welcoming John.
To say that John dove onto the bed (and Frank) would be an understatement, such was the energy and enthusiasm with which John threw himself at his best mate. Immediately their lips met, john still just as enthusiastic , as his tongue fought its way into the warm hollow of Frank’s mouth. Frank was just content to be led wherever John would take him.
After a few minutes John had calmed down and the two men pulled apart and John rested his forehead against Frank's searching deep into the older man's eyes.
"I thought you'd forgotten" John whispered, finally voicing the worries that had been plaguing him all day.
Frank just tightened the embrace he had around John,
“Course I didn’t, how could i?” He reached up to kiss John lightly on the lips, catching the infectious grin John was currently sporting from ear to ear, “I mean how could I? You’ve been going on about it for weeks?!” he cheekily added, completely ruining the moment, and earning himself a good thump from John
“Fine, if that’s how you feel” John pouted, pretending to be sulking kneeling back, legs straddling Frank’s thighs.
“Course not” Frank smiled, sitting up himself and sliding his hands under John’s shirt, “C’mere birthday boy, time for your ‘special’ present” and with that, Frank caught John’s lips in another kiss. He chewed softly on John bottom lip as he began to lean backwards, bringing John with him, until he was lying back on the bed. He then proceeded to flip them over, until Frank was on top, today was John’s birthday, time for him to sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride!
Carefully Frank removed John’s T-shirt, taking the opportunity of the break in the kiss, to move on to appreciating the tender skin of John’s ear, causing the younger man to moan softly and wrap his arms around Frank’s back. His tongue came out to lick at the skin along the edge of his jaw line, the tickling sensation of John’s 6 O’clock shadow encouraging Frank. He trailed his wet muscle down his captain’s neck, until it reached the vast expanse of his chest, where his mouth took on the task of his left nipple and his hand tackled the right. He caught the sensitive bud in between his teeth, give just enough pressure to elicit another moan from John. His mouth carried on exploring John’s body whilst his hands roamed freely, paying due homage to John’s god-like body.
Slowly Frank pulled back and settled himself on John’s thighs, waiting until he had John’s full attention. Once he did he began to strip, deliberately putting on a show to please John, who groaned in appreciation as Frank undid his shirt, and let his hands roam around his own tanned, toned torso. But John was impatient, as much as he was enjoying the show, he was never one to sit back and watch he reached up and pulled Frank down towards him for a kiss, whilst his hands explored Frank’s broad back. Frank hands came down to fumble with John’s buckle, before moving onto his own and the two men parted to wriggle out of their trousers and boxers, the last material barriers between them and the feeling they craved, raw skin on skin.
One look at John and Frank could tell he was desperate and he hadn’t the heart to refuse the man to whom his soul belonged. He entered John, without any warning and waited only a few seconds before he began to thrust, safe in the knowledge that John would be able to handle it. John however was thrashing about, grabbing the bed sheets in his hands, the pleasure bordering on pain that drove him wild, Frank knew exactly how to make John lose control.
But tonight was about them, it wasn’t about making John come as quickly as possible, it wasn’t about who could last the longest, it was about two men, sharing something so intimate that words and emotions could not do it justice.
Frank changed the pace, he went from blindly thrusting, to gently rocking in and out savouring the sensation in a matter of seconds, leaving John in the dark about what he was going to do next, not that John was in any fit state to complain.
Later that night, as they lay, legs entwined underneath the sheets, Frank turns to look at the man next to him, his features highlighted in the pale moonlight, “Good birthday?” he asks, stroking a finger down John’s cheek, John just burrows into the touch, tightening his arms around Frank,
“The best” he mutters, before he falls into sleeps gentle cradle.