[fanfiction] football double drabble
Umm, yes. Stef is completely responsible for this. I don't actually ship these boys, but, you know. I try to make her happy. I'm watching Tottenham-Reading right now and I think I want to ship Robbie Keane and Dimitar Berbatov. Psychotic, no?
Silence
Football RPS, John Terry/Frank Lampard, PG-13
200 words
i. It’s a quiet game, like the one played with children when peace is wanted. Here the goal is to see how quiet Frank can be as John’s fingers trail across his face. It’s John’s idea, John’s rules. Frank wonders why it matters when no one else is around but he’s not even allowed to ask that. He can only lie there, biting his lip, as John’s hands dip lower.
(Frank wonders if there are rules against touching, and soon he can make as much noise as he wants because John can’t hear over the sounds coming from his own mouth.)
ii. John watches with fascination as Frank’s eyes shut. He hadn’t expected the “game” to be such a challenge for either of them. Frank was ready to let out a scream at the first touch, and John’s feeling guilty about trying so hard to get that scream. He can see Frank wanting to ask what the point is, or even just why, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to answer. It’s not as though he knows the answer and saying “I have to be the one in control,” like he was sure he would blurt out probably wasn’t the right one.
Silence
Football RPS, John Terry/Frank Lampard, PG-13
200 words
i. It’s a quiet game, like the one played with children when peace is wanted. Here the goal is to see how quiet Frank can be as John’s fingers trail across his face. It’s John’s idea, John’s rules. Frank wonders why it matters when no one else is around but he’s not even allowed to ask that. He can only lie there, biting his lip, as John’s hands dip lower.
(Frank wonders if there are rules against touching, and soon he can make as much noise as he wants because John can’t hear over the sounds coming from his own mouth.)
ii. John watches with fascination as Frank’s eyes shut. He hadn’t expected the “game” to be such a challenge for either of them. Frank was ready to let out a scream at the first touch, and John’s feeling guilty about trying so hard to get that scream. He can see Frank wanting to ask what the point is, or even just why, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to answer. It’s not as though he knows the answer and saying “I have to be the one in control,” like he was sure he would blurt out probably wasn’t the right one.