fic: another year older
title: another year older
pairing: john terry/frank lampard
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
a little birthday cuteness/fluff for frankie and inesdelsol it's not much bb i apologize in advance!
He can make things happen. Of course he can. His personality and charm is overwhelming and easy. Too easy that he is able to secure the key to Frank’s room with a quick flash of a smile and a touch to the girl’s at the front desk arm. He does have a plan after all.
Once inside Frank’s room, John settles himself on the bed, his clothes still on but his shoes off and on the floor. A small light blue coloured box rests in his hands as he waits for Frank to exit from the washroom.
It is late now but John had made sure curfew checks were done before implementing his plan. The sun is long gone but as he wait for Frank he turns on the bedside lamp before turning his attention quickly to where the sound of a door clicking grabs his attention.
“John... You should be asleep.”
John grins as he waves the other man over, patting the space next to him. “Come here.”
Frank obliges but with a slight frown on his face. He goes around to the other side and sits down. “What’s up?”
“Happy birthday, Lampsy.”
Frank rolls his eyes though he is smiling slightly. “You already said this to me earlier, John.”
“I know but now we’re alone and you’re not mad at me, are you?”
The way John tries to imitate a little child with his eyes wide and face innocent Frank laughs as he turns to kiss him on the cheek. “You know you could have not spoken to the press but no, John I am not mad.” He’s teasing but John breaks out in a grin anyway.
“Good. I don’t care about anyone else I just didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
John finds his lips being swept up into a kiss as soon as the words leave his mouth though he’s not complaining whatsoever. When the kiss becomes heated however he pulls away.
“Wait wait! I don’t want you to crush this,” John says bringing forward the small blue box. “Open it.”
“John... We’ve agreed on no presents a long time ago.”
“I know but just open it, will you? It’s not what you think.”
Frank does as he is told and opens the top of the box. He looks down before turning his attention to his long time lover and friend. “A cupcake?”
“Happy birthday!” John exclaims, his entire face bright and happy. “Hold on!” He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a single candle and lighter, shaking it to which Frank just rolls his eyes before taking the little treat out of the box.
Frank holds it carefully as John lights the candle and sticks in the center of the cupcake.
“Okay! Blow it out and make a wish.”
“I could blow something else?” Frank offers with a cheeky smile only to receive a twat to the back of his head.”
“I am trying to do something nice for you, Lampsy! Sex talk can wait for later.”
He’s all but pouting and that makes Frank nod quickly before blowing out the candle. He pulls it out of the cupcake and licks away the vanilla icing before inching closer to his lover.
“Thank you, JT.” He closes off the distance and presses their lips together, the taste of John mixing in with the sweet icing.
John hums against his lips. “Welcome, love. What did you wish for?”
The now empty box crushes between them as Frank settles himself into John’s lap. “Hmmm guess?”
pairing: john terry/frank lampard
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
a little birthday cuteness/fluff for frankie and inesdelsol it's not much bb i apologize in advance!
He can make things happen. Of course he can. His personality and charm is overwhelming and easy. Too easy that he is able to secure the key to Frank’s room with a quick flash of a smile and a touch to the girl’s at the front desk arm. He does have a plan after all.
Once inside Frank’s room, John settles himself on the bed, his clothes still on but his shoes off and on the floor. A small light blue coloured box rests in his hands as he waits for Frank to exit from the washroom.
It is late now but John had made sure curfew checks were done before implementing his plan. The sun is long gone but as he wait for Frank he turns on the bedside lamp before turning his attention quickly to where the sound of a door clicking grabs his attention.
“John... You should be asleep.”
John grins as he waves the other man over, patting the space next to him. “Come here.”
Frank obliges but with a slight frown on his face. He goes around to the other side and sits down. “What’s up?”
“Happy birthday, Lampsy.”
Frank rolls his eyes though he is smiling slightly. “You already said this to me earlier, John.”
“I know but now we’re alone and you’re not mad at me, are you?”
The way John tries to imitate a little child with his eyes wide and face innocent Frank laughs as he turns to kiss him on the cheek. “You know you could have not spoken to the press but no, John I am not mad.” He’s teasing but John breaks out in a grin anyway.
“Good. I don’t care about anyone else I just didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
John finds his lips being swept up into a kiss as soon as the words leave his mouth though he’s not complaining whatsoever. When the kiss becomes heated however he pulls away.
“Wait wait! I don’t want you to crush this,” John says bringing forward the small blue box. “Open it.”
“John... We’ve agreed on no presents a long time ago.”
“I know but just open it, will you? It’s not what you think.”
Frank does as he is told and opens the top of the box. He looks down before turning his attention to his long time lover and friend. “A cupcake?”
“Happy birthday!” John exclaims, his entire face bright and happy. “Hold on!” He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a single candle and lighter, shaking it to which Frank just rolls his eyes before taking the little treat out of the box.
Frank holds it carefully as John lights the candle and sticks in the center of the cupcake.
“Okay! Blow it out and make a wish.”
“I could blow something else?” Frank offers with a cheeky smile only to receive a twat to the back of his head.”
“I am trying to do something nice for you, Lampsy! Sex talk can wait for later.”
He’s all but pouting and that makes Frank nod quickly before blowing out the candle. He pulls it out of the cupcake and licks away the vanilla icing before inching closer to his lover.
“Thank you, JT.” He closes off the distance and presses their lips together, the taste of John mixing in with the sweet icing.
John hums against his lips. “Welcome, love. What did you wish for?”
The now empty box crushes between them as Frank settles himself into John’s lap. “Hmmm guess?”