Choices Chapter 21
Title: Choices Chapter 21 (the final chapter)
Rating: Overall nc-17
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen, Frank Lampard/John Terry,Gary Neville/Alan Smith, Steven Gerrard
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Gary and Michael have one thing in common... David. John and Frank make a bet to see who will end up with the captain.
Author's Note: The Previous Chapters
This fic has been a WIP since Septmember 30, 2005. I want to thank everyone who responsed so warmly to this fic (thanks to those who didn't like it as well, you helped me in wanting to improve it) Your kind comments kept this fic going (even the anonymous ones who insisted I stopped making the boys so girly and get on to the mansex already lol)Even though its been a while and most of you probably don't remember this fic, i really appreciate the love. THANK YOU! :)
It’s a beautiful day to be outside, the sun is warm and bright, the wind just a little breezy. John and Frank are standing, facing each other with a hand on the other’s shoulder as they stretch to prepare for practice along with the rest of the team. John watches Frank’s face closely. After last night and this morning, Frank has been eerily quiet. There’s a look of thoughtfulness on his face, as though he’s contemplating the meaning of life. When John decides to ask him if he’s ok, Frank nods to something behind him, eyes intense. John turns around, curiosity peeking.
David and Michael walk towards the pitch, close enough that their shoulders brush. Michael catches John’s and Frank’s eyes and smiles, sauntering over. When he stops in front of them, Frank can tell how relaxed he looks, happy. He leaves David on his own as he steps in closer to John and Frank, and throws his arms over each of their shoulders.
“Thank you.” He leans towards Frank first and plants a kiss on his cheek before doing the same to John. “For everything. You’ve helped me out more than you’ll ever know.”
John offers a smile but Frank speaks up.
“So, it all worked out ok?” His voice is low but soft and caring.
“Yeah, everything’s ok. I-I hope you two aren’t mad at me for not showing up. I”
Frank cuts him off as he surprises both himself and Michael by wrapping him in a hug. “As long as your happy, it doesn’t matter. We’re mates, right?”
Michael smiles and draws John into the hug too, the three of them laughing like idiots at the sheer silliness of the embrace. When they pull apart, Michael sees David shift a little uncomfortably, like he’s not sure if he belongs amongst them. Michael falls back and brushes his hand against the back of David’s.
“Where’s Stevie that bastard?” Michael’s got a wild smile on his face and it suites him perfectly. They continue to laugh and talk, the four of them. There are no hard feelings; David understands Michael’s sudden friendship with the Chelsea players and Frank realizes why Michael needs their captain. It all makes perfect sense.
During their conversation, David looks up, eyes falling on Gary and Alan. The older man is saying something to the blond that has his whole face lighting up. They go back and forth before Gary lays his hand on Alan’s forearm only to have it covered by Alan’s.
David own hand seeks out Michael subconsciously. They’ll be ok.
{*}
Later, Frank and John are alone in their hotel room, lounging comfortably against each other on the bed. Training was grueling as usual but the strains in their muscles feel good, rewarding. They sit in total silence, loving the sounds of absolute nothing. Suddenly Frank sits up, dragging John with him. He kisses him briefly before grinning like a maniac.
“What?” John asks, eager to know what’s got Frank looking that way.
“Pay up, luv.” He presses his lips against John’s again, a little more insistent this time, his tongue swiping the bottom of his lip.
“For what?”
“Michael got David, didn’t he? I think that earns me a hundred pounds I believe.”
John chuckles against his lips. “Ok, if you really want your damn money. Or” he stops with a nip at the side of Frank’s mouth.
“Or what?” Frank feels John pressing against his body, hips rotating oh-so slightly.
“Hmm, a payment of a different sort perhaps?”
Frank laughs, pulling back but his hands creep forward and under John’s shirt. When his fingers on his nipples have John moaning brazenly, Frank whispers, “How is that payment, when I can have you anytime I want?” The smack on his head is sure to leave a nice purple bruise for tomorrow.
Rating: Overall nc-17
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen, Frank Lampard/John Terry,Gary Neville/Alan Smith, Steven Gerrard
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Gary and Michael have one thing in common... David. John and Frank make a bet to see who will end up with the captain.
Author's Note: The Previous Chapters
This fic has been a WIP since Septmember 30, 2005. I want to thank everyone who responsed so warmly to this fic (thanks to those who didn't like it as well, you helped me in wanting to improve it) Your kind comments kept this fic going (even the anonymous ones who insisted I stopped making the boys so girly and get on to the mansex already lol)Even though its been a while and most of you probably don't remember this fic, i really appreciate the love. THANK YOU! :)
It’s a beautiful day to be outside, the sun is warm and bright, the wind just a little breezy. John and Frank are standing, facing each other with a hand on the other’s shoulder as they stretch to prepare for practice along with the rest of the team. John watches Frank’s face closely. After last night and this morning, Frank has been eerily quiet. There’s a look of thoughtfulness on his face, as though he’s contemplating the meaning of life. When John decides to ask him if he’s ok, Frank nods to something behind him, eyes intense. John turns around, curiosity peeking.
David and Michael walk towards the pitch, close enough that their shoulders brush. Michael catches John’s and Frank’s eyes and smiles, sauntering over. When he stops in front of them, Frank can tell how relaxed he looks, happy. He leaves David on his own as he steps in closer to John and Frank, and throws his arms over each of their shoulders.
“Thank you.” He leans towards Frank first and plants a kiss on his cheek before doing the same to John. “For everything. You’ve helped me out more than you’ll ever know.”
John offers a smile but Frank speaks up.
“So, it all worked out ok?” His voice is low but soft and caring.
“Yeah, everything’s ok. I-I hope you two aren’t mad at me for not showing up. I”
Frank cuts him off as he surprises both himself and Michael by wrapping him in a hug. “As long as your happy, it doesn’t matter. We’re mates, right?”
Michael smiles and draws John into the hug too, the three of them laughing like idiots at the sheer silliness of the embrace. When they pull apart, Michael sees David shift a little uncomfortably, like he’s not sure if he belongs amongst them. Michael falls back and brushes his hand against the back of David’s.
“Where’s Stevie that bastard?” Michael’s got a wild smile on his face and it suites him perfectly. They continue to laugh and talk, the four of them. There are no hard feelings; David understands Michael’s sudden friendship with the Chelsea players and Frank realizes why Michael needs their captain. It all makes perfect sense.
During their conversation, David looks up, eyes falling on Gary and Alan. The older man is saying something to the blond that has his whole face lighting up. They go back and forth before Gary lays his hand on Alan’s forearm only to have it covered by Alan’s.
David own hand seeks out Michael subconsciously. They’ll be ok.
{*}
Later, Frank and John are alone in their hotel room, lounging comfortably against each other on the bed. Training was grueling as usual but the strains in their muscles feel good, rewarding. They sit in total silence, loving the sounds of absolute nothing. Suddenly Frank sits up, dragging John with him. He kisses him briefly before grinning like a maniac.
“What?” John asks, eager to know what’s got Frank looking that way.
“Pay up, luv.” He presses his lips against John’s again, a little more insistent this time, his tongue swiping the bottom of his lip.
“For what?”
“Michael got David, didn’t he? I think that earns me a hundred pounds I believe.”
John chuckles against his lips. “Ok, if you really want your damn money. Or” he stops with a nip at the side of Frank’s mouth.
“Or what?” Frank feels John pressing against his body, hips rotating oh-so slightly.
“Hmm, a payment of a different sort perhaps?”
Frank laughs, pulling back but his hands creep forward and under John’s shirt. When his fingers on his nipples have John moaning brazenly, Frank whispers, “How is that payment, when I can have you anytime I want?” The smack on his head is sure to leave a nice purple bruise for tomorrow.