Fic: The best thing about Pre-season
Title: The best thing about Pre-Season
Pairing: John terry/ Frank Lampard
Disclaimer: All lieeess
Word Count: 1,618
Summary: John loves pre-season for one reason, and one reason only
A/n: Simply, because the league's only just finished and I already can't wait until th lads are back for pre-seaon! Bit rushed so sorry for any mistakes!
What’s the best thing about pre-season? Well John would have to say the weather, the team-bonding, the football, the usual, but what he wouldn’t say was the truth. A truth he hadn’t and wouldn’t admit to anyone, the truth that set it apart from anything and everything else, the truth that made him go to sleep with a smile every night, the truth that was that the best thing was without any shadow of doubt the sights. And no, he didn’t mean the golden beaches or dramatic landscapes or historic landmarks. No, by sights he meant one in particular, and that one was Frank.
The way he comes down to breakfast, sleepy-eyed disorientated and vulnerable, the special sight John revels in before Frank’s morning coffee steals it away from him. Frank’s bare golden torso glistening with sweat, when the gaffer allows them to train topless due to the stifling heat. Or best of all, the sight of him in the smallest pair of Speedos imaginable as he basks in the sun by the pool. Strangely enough to John it always seemed Frank is more content, the less clothes he’s wearing, not that John minded in the least. To him, they are a mere superfluous formality, there for the sake of it and get in the way of everything else, especially a tan. John had had this theory for a while now, from the way Frank whips his top off immediately after training or a match and then proceeds to parade around in just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist for the next hour or so. However, it was until a certain pre-season tour, that John discovered just how accurate his theory was.
“Lamps, why here? Why not with everyone else, like a normal person” John sighed as he followed him after sand-dune after sand-dune, travelling to the furthest corner of the beach, until they were lost amongst the long grass and their team-mates were merely specks on the horizon. If he was honest, he knew the answer, Frank was not normal, not in the slightest, but all the best people were all slightly eccentric right?
“Because” Frank explained shortly, as he finally settled on a spot, throwing his towel down and bending down to arrange the menagerie of things he’d brought with him, “here I can get a more comprehensive tan!” He said, as if explaining something as blatant as why football was called football.
“Wha...what do you mean?” John asked confused, but as he turned, everything suddenly became clear, crystal clear. Not only had Frank stripped off his top half, but his bottom half too, and was currently lying butt-naked on the beach in America, as if that’s what everyone did. “What are you doing?!”
Frank was still looking at him incredulously; he didn’t see anything odd about his actions, “Like I said, getting a comprehensive, all over tan”
John shook his head in a defeated manner, he never would understand his best friend, he was in a parallel universe of his own most of the time, he turned to arrange his own stuff, but when he heard the click of a bottle top, curiosity made him turn and fascination kept his gaze lingering, because there, right in front of him, Frank was applying his sun cream everywhere, and by everywhere, he meant everywhere. John swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Frank’s hand smother his bulging thighs before proceeding to attend to place John hardly dared look.
Frank was all too aware of the pair of eyes, watching him intently,
“Making sure I don’t miss a spot are you?” he smirked, turning to look at JT, who was still standing there frozen to the spot, gawping, “You’ll catch flies like that you know!”
John muttered and spluttered, desperately trying to hide how flustered he was.
“Quite a sight, sight isn’t it? I know it’s big, but no need to be jealous” Frank winked arrogant as shit, but John saw under the mask, John knew it was feigned. He knew because he remembered a time, a time back when they were rookies, soon after Frank had joined.
He went back to the training rooms late, he’d done some extra training, had a chat with the manager, but he was surprised to see Frank still sitting there, unshowered, distracted and seemingly desperate to find any excuse to stay in the dressing room.
“What’s up Lamps? Still not showered?”
Frank opened his mouth to reply, paused, looked away, as if contemplating something, then suddenly his bare feet appeared very interesting.
“Do you ever get embarrassed?” He mumbled, barely audible to John.
John came over to sit next to Frank, clapping him on the shoulder, “What d’ya mean mate?” he questioned, his arm resting around Frank.
“In the showers?” Frank mumbled, still intently interested in the way his toes could clench and unclench against the cold dressing room floor. He glanced up at John and could tell by the look on his face he didn’t understand
“I mean like, don’t you ever feel....small...you know, compared with the others like?” He stole another nervous glance at John, worried what his friend would think of his confession.
John took a moment before answering, not wanting to make Frank feel uncomfortable, or even more embarrassed.
“Nah mate, ‘cause I know I’m bigger than them all!” He joked, “besides if I find anyone else looking at my crown jewels, I’ll punch their lights out good and proper!” He squeezed Frank’s shoulder.
Frank couldn’t help the grin that took over, john once again had put him completely at ease, there was just something about the younger man that never ceased to amaze Frank, something that made him feel wholly at home.
As John made his way over to the showers, with Frank following closely behind, he couldn’t get one thought out of his head, and that’s what he’d wanted to say in reply to Frank’s question, the words that would never leave his lips was that he loved Frank’s cock, loved the way it was maybe slightly shorter than others, but infinitely more beautiful, nestled in amongst his raven pubic hair, loved the way it bounced slightly as he walked around the showers, shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Back in the present, John was frantically trying to form words, but his brain was letting him down, and all his tongue managed to do was come out to moisten his lips. He just couldn’t bring his eyes away from the sight before his eyes.
“JT” Frank brought John’s attention up to his face, “Do it” he whispered, as if he could read the younger man’s mind, knowing exactly what he wanted to do.
John reached out to touch it, tentatively at first, after all he’d never touched another man’s cock before, he wasn’t quite sure what to do, what to expect. It was softer than he’d though, warm and silky. He softly ran a finger down the underside, earning a grunt from Frank, “harder! Do it properly!”
John didn’t need to be told twice, with a new found confidence; he wrapped his fingers around the digit and began moving his hand up and down the shaft. Frank’s moans were all the encouragement he needed, and soon he was squeezing that little bit tighter, moving that little bit faster, aided of course by the sun cream which was now mixing with pre-cum. Frank’s head was thrown back as he bucked, the sensation sending him closer to the edge. He could feel it, feel the fire starting to burn up inside of him. He lifted his head and focused on John, reaching out, he grabbed the back of his head and brought their lips together, he wanted to share this moment with him.
John could sense Frank was close, by the way he was kissing, desperate, wild, angry almost, and the way his fingers were twisting into his hair. He brought his thumb to tease Frank’s slit, playing with it cruelly, knowing the sensations Frank must be feeling. He kissed back harder than ever, as if kissing for his soul, as if his life depended on it. All the months, years of wanting this, the moment was his, this was his catharsis, the release of emotions and feelings that had been pent up for far too long.
Finally Frank came, spurting his cum and splatter John’s hand and bare torso. The kiss slowed, then stilled and the two men pulled apart. Keeping eye contact, Frank brought his head to rest against John’s a lazy smile playing across his lips.
John closed his eyes, half expecting that when he opened them again, this would all be gone and it would have been some sweet nightmare, and he’ll wake up once again with a hard on and a painful longing in his chest.
But when he open’s them again, Frank’s still there, face flushed, his eyes sparkling, face millimetres from his, looking how John feels right now and he knows it’s real.
Frank looks down, to see the bulge in John’s swimming trunks, he returns his gaze to meet John’s.
“Your turn” He says, before reaching down to release John’s erection from his swimming trunks. “I always knew you were a big boy” Frank says cheekily, winking at John. John opens his mouth to laugh, but instead out comes a sigh as he tries to calm himself down, control his breathing.
As Frank’s warmth mouth encloses his cock, John lets himself go, riding on the waves of sensations, until finally Frank brings him to his shuddering, blissful climax.
Yes, John certainly does love pre-season, best time of year ever!
Pairing: John terry/ Frank Lampard
Disclaimer: All lieeess
Word Count: 1,618
Summary: John loves pre-season for one reason, and one reason only
A/n: Simply, because the league's only just finished and I already can't wait until th lads are back for pre-seaon! Bit rushed so sorry for any mistakes!
What’s the best thing about pre-season? Well John would have to say the weather, the team-bonding, the football, the usual, but what he wouldn’t say was the truth. A truth he hadn’t and wouldn’t admit to anyone, the truth that set it apart from anything and everything else, the truth that made him go to sleep with a smile every night, the truth that was that the best thing was without any shadow of doubt the sights. And no, he didn’t mean the golden beaches or dramatic landscapes or historic landmarks. No, by sights he meant one in particular, and that one was Frank.
The way he comes down to breakfast, sleepy-eyed disorientated and vulnerable, the special sight John revels in before Frank’s morning coffee steals it away from him. Frank’s bare golden torso glistening with sweat, when the gaffer allows them to train topless due to the stifling heat. Or best of all, the sight of him in the smallest pair of Speedos imaginable as he basks in the sun by the pool. Strangely enough to John it always seemed Frank is more content, the less clothes he’s wearing, not that John minded in the least. To him, they are a mere superfluous formality, there for the sake of it and get in the way of everything else, especially a tan. John had had this theory for a while now, from the way Frank whips his top off immediately after training or a match and then proceeds to parade around in just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist for the next hour or so. However, it was until a certain pre-season tour, that John discovered just how accurate his theory was.
“Lamps, why here? Why not with everyone else, like a normal person” John sighed as he followed him after sand-dune after sand-dune, travelling to the furthest corner of the beach, until they were lost amongst the long grass and their team-mates were merely specks on the horizon. If he was honest, he knew the answer, Frank was not normal, not in the slightest, but all the best people were all slightly eccentric right?
“Because” Frank explained shortly, as he finally settled on a spot, throwing his towel down and bending down to arrange the menagerie of things he’d brought with him, “here I can get a more comprehensive tan!” He said, as if explaining something as blatant as why football was called football.
“Wha...what do you mean?” John asked confused, but as he turned, everything suddenly became clear, crystal clear. Not only had Frank stripped off his top half, but his bottom half too, and was currently lying butt-naked on the beach in America, as if that’s what everyone did. “What are you doing?!”
Frank was still looking at him incredulously; he didn’t see anything odd about his actions, “Like I said, getting a comprehensive, all over tan”
John shook his head in a defeated manner, he never would understand his best friend, he was in a parallel universe of his own most of the time, he turned to arrange his own stuff, but when he heard the click of a bottle top, curiosity made him turn and fascination kept his gaze lingering, because there, right in front of him, Frank was applying his sun cream everywhere, and by everywhere, he meant everywhere. John swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Frank’s hand smother his bulging thighs before proceeding to attend to place John hardly dared look.
Frank was all too aware of the pair of eyes, watching him intently,
“Making sure I don’t miss a spot are you?” he smirked, turning to look at JT, who was still standing there frozen to the spot, gawping, “You’ll catch flies like that you know!”
John muttered and spluttered, desperately trying to hide how flustered he was.
“Quite a sight, sight isn’t it? I know it’s big, but no need to be jealous” Frank winked arrogant as shit, but John saw under the mask, John knew it was feigned. He knew because he remembered a time, a time back when they were rookies, soon after Frank had joined.
He went back to the training rooms late, he’d done some extra training, had a chat with the manager, but he was surprised to see Frank still sitting there, unshowered, distracted and seemingly desperate to find any excuse to stay in the dressing room.
“What’s up Lamps? Still not showered?”
Frank opened his mouth to reply, paused, looked away, as if contemplating something, then suddenly his bare feet appeared very interesting.
“Do you ever get embarrassed?” He mumbled, barely audible to John.
John came over to sit next to Frank, clapping him on the shoulder, “What d’ya mean mate?” he questioned, his arm resting around Frank.
“In the showers?” Frank mumbled, still intently interested in the way his toes could clench and unclench against the cold dressing room floor. He glanced up at John and could tell by the look on his face he didn’t understand
“I mean like, don’t you ever feel....small...you know, compared with the others like?” He stole another nervous glance at John, worried what his friend would think of his confession.
John took a moment before answering, not wanting to make Frank feel uncomfortable, or even more embarrassed.
“Nah mate, ‘cause I know I’m bigger than them all!” He joked, “besides if I find anyone else looking at my crown jewels, I’ll punch their lights out good and proper!” He squeezed Frank’s shoulder.
Frank couldn’t help the grin that took over, john once again had put him completely at ease, there was just something about the younger man that never ceased to amaze Frank, something that made him feel wholly at home.
As John made his way over to the showers, with Frank following closely behind, he couldn’t get one thought out of his head, and that’s what he’d wanted to say in reply to Frank’s question, the words that would never leave his lips was that he loved Frank’s cock, loved the way it was maybe slightly shorter than others, but infinitely more beautiful, nestled in amongst his raven pubic hair, loved the way it bounced slightly as he walked around the showers, shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Back in the present, John was frantically trying to form words, but his brain was letting him down, and all his tongue managed to do was come out to moisten his lips. He just couldn’t bring his eyes away from the sight before his eyes.
“JT” Frank brought John’s attention up to his face, “Do it” he whispered, as if he could read the younger man’s mind, knowing exactly what he wanted to do.
John reached out to touch it, tentatively at first, after all he’d never touched another man’s cock before, he wasn’t quite sure what to do, what to expect. It was softer than he’d though, warm and silky. He softly ran a finger down the underside, earning a grunt from Frank, “harder! Do it properly!”
John didn’t need to be told twice, with a new found confidence; he wrapped his fingers around the digit and began moving his hand up and down the shaft. Frank’s moans were all the encouragement he needed, and soon he was squeezing that little bit tighter, moving that little bit faster, aided of course by the sun cream which was now mixing with pre-cum. Frank’s head was thrown back as he bucked, the sensation sending him closer to the edge. He could feel it, feel the fire starting to burn up inside of him. He lifted his head and focused on John, reaching out, he grabbed the back of his head and brought their lips together, he wanted to share this moment with him.
John could sense Frank was close, by the way he was kissing, desperate, wild, angry almost, and the way his fingers were twisting into his hair. He brought his thumb to tease Frank’s slit, playing with it cruelly, knowing the sensations Frank must be feeling. He kissed back harder than ever, as if kissing for his soul, as if his life depended on it. All the months, years of wanting this, the moment was his, this was his catharsis, the release of emotions and feelings that had been pent up for far too long.
Finally Frank came, spurting his cum and splatter John’s hand and bare torso. The kiss slowed, then stilled and the two men pulled apart. Keeping eye contact, Frank brought his head to rest against John’s a lazy smile playing across his lips.
John closed his eyes, half expecting that when he opened them again, this would all be gone and it would have been some sweet nightmare, and he’ll wake up once again with a hard on and a painful longing in his chest.
But when he open’s them again, Frank’s still there, face flushed, his eyes sparkling, face millimetres from his, looking how John feels right now and he knows it’s real.
Frank looks down, to see the bulge in John’s swimming trunks, he returns his gaze to meet John’s.
“Your turn” He says, before reaching down to release John’s erection from his swimming trunks. “I always knew you were a big boy” Frank says cheekily, winking at John. John opens his mouth to laugh, but instead out comes a sigh as he tries to calm himself down, control his breathing.
As Frank’s warmth mouth encloses his cock, John lets himself go, riding on the waves of sensations, until finally Frank brings him to his shuddering, blissful climax.
Yes, John certainly does love pre-season, best time of year ever!