Football: Choices pt 18
Title: Choices (18/?)
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
The second time Frank wakes up it is to the feel of John’s soft lips on his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead and every other inch of his face. A smile creeps up as he hears a beautiful voice.
“Good morning, Franky”
Trying to suppress the laughter, Frank fails as he lets out a chuckle. As he opens his eyes, his smile widens as John comes into view, beaming. He pulls him close and leans up a little for a kiss. “And to you, good sir”.
This is how it is supposed to be, how Frank is supposed to feel. His hand slips into John’s hair as the other one traces patterns on the open chest in front of him. John presses closer and he can feel all of him. Memories of the night before replay in both of their minds. The hand drifts lower and John moaned.
“Lamps… shouldn’t we check on Owen?”
Guilt tries to worm its way into Frank but he simply wouldn’t let it. His lips find John’s ear lobe.
“I rather check you. Looks like you agree.” His hand slowly stroked John. Caressing. Loving.
John didn’t hear the response, for he was already gone.
{*}
David groans when the ringing of the hotel telephone rudely awakes him. He reaches out for the warm body that is supposed to be curled up beside his. When he doesn’t feel anything but sheets, both eyes pop open and scan the room. But before he can panic, the phone continues to annoy so he answers.
“ ‘Ello?”
“Good Morning, Mr. Beckham. This is your ten o’clock wake up call.”
“Ten o’clock, really?”
“Yes”
David wonders why he slept so late when… “Wait, I didn’t ask for a wake-up call.”
“Actually, you have guests who await your arrival in the breakfast hall. They called for you.”
“Who?”
“I am sorry, but they didn’t leave their names. I was just informed to put in a wake-up call for ten o’clock and to let you know that they expect you to meet them at eleven. And that you are aware of this.”
David’s mind tries to push the cobwebs away but failing miserably. “Um, ok. Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and flops back into bed. He doesn’t want to get up. Last night had felt so right, in Michael’s arms, tangled around his body. Not for the sexual purpose, no. Instead, he felt protected, loved. He wants that back but knew he doesn’t deserve it. Michael left him for good.
He sighs and closes his eyes. He has an hour to get downstairs, that is, if he chooses to go. Right now David wishes he could just go back to sleep and wake up… maybe in five years.
{*}
“Frank”
The breathy moan of his name has Frank pushing his hips harder, his teeth biting down on pouty lips. Not to bruise, but just enough to have John eagerly raising his lips to meet Frank’s. Tongues twine, as do fingers. The only thing that exists right now is Frank and John. John and Frank.
One of Frank’s hands move to relief John’s ache. The moans increase in volume and frequency. “Frank, please. Together.” He clenches down, because if he comes then Frank has to be right with him. Frank’s hips speed up and a few strokes later, he has both of them to completion. John is still moaning, breathing with difficulty. Frank remains in him, but lowers his head to kiss John’s lips, a little more gentle this time.
“You want to know something?”
John nods, smiling.
“I love you.”
“I already knew that,” John laughs when Frank pouts. “And I love you.”
Frank sighs and rests his head in the hollow of where John’s neck meets his shoulder. “Don’t forget, ok?”
John’s fingers run through Frank’s hair. He doesn’t know what sparked this… insecurity from his always-strong love, so he just whispers the truth, “ I don’t think I ever could.”
{*}
David checks himself in the mirror that is the walls of the elevator. He had to suppress the urge of stopping at Michael’s floor several times. He did call him though; however, it just rang an infinite number of times. When the elevator stops and opens the doors to the lobby, David puts on his best smile and walks.
He reaches the dining hall and he almost turns around when he catches a glimpse of the room. It is completely empty…well of people. A thousand candles illuminate the room. There is one table in the middle. And there are his hosts.
Michael.
Gary.
They both rise from their seats as David slowly approaches them. His legs can’t seem to go any faster. As he gets closer, he finds that breathing is a difficult. Michael is dressed in Khaki pants that David absolutely can’t resist. His top half is covered in a soft white button down shirt that he left a few open. Gary is wearing black trousers and a black button down. David loves Gary in all black. David’s eyes move up and see something that makes his heart beat a little faster. Both men are smiling, the love for their captain just radiating off of them, as they stand hand in hand.
David reaches the men and arms quickly snake out to engulf him in a tight embrace. He holds on just as strong, hoping never to let go of either man. Unfortunately that doesn’t happen when Gary pulls away first.
“Take a seat, David.” He points to the middle seat and David obeys, feeling a little confused and lightheaded. Gary and Michael both take the seats on either side of him. He opens his mouth, a thousand questions running through his mind, when Michael shakes his head.
“I know you’re wondering what’s going but let us say what we need to say first. I promise you can say whatever is on your mind, but us first, ok?”
David just nods as he starts to fear the worst.
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Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
The second time Frank wakes up it is to the feel of John’s soft lips on his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead and every other inch of his face. A smile creeps up as he hears a beautiful voice.
“Good morning, Franky”
Trying to suppress the laughter, Frank fails as he lets out a chuckle. As he opens his eyes, his smile widens as John comes into view, beaming. He pulls him close and leans up a little for a kiss. “And to you, good sir”.
This is how it is supposed to be, how Frank is supposed to feel. His hand slips into John’s hair as the other one traces patterns on the open chest in front of him. John presses closer and he can feel all of him. Memories of the night before replay in both of their minds. The hand drifts lower and John moaned.
“Lamps… shouldn’t we check on Owen?”
Guilt tries to worm its way into Frank but he simply wouldn’t let it. His lips find John’s ear lobe.
“I rather check you. Looks like you agree.” His hand slowly stroked John. Caressing. Loving.
John didn’t hear the response, for he was already gone.
{*}
David groans when the ringing of the hotel telephone rudely awakes him. He reaches out for the warm body that is supposed to be curled up beside his. When he doesn’t feel anything but sheets, both eyes pop open and scan the room. But before he can panic, the phone continues to annoy so he answers.
“ ‘Ello?”
“Good Morning, Mr. Beckham. This is your ten o’clock wake up call.”
“Ten o’clock, really?”
“Yes”
David wonders why he slept so late when… “Wait, I didn’t ask for a wake-up call.”
“Actually, you have guests who await your arrival in the breakfast hall. They called for you.”
“Who?”
“I am sorry, but they didn’t leave their names. I was just informed to put in a wake-up call for ten o’clock and to let you know that they expect you to meet them at eleven. And that you are aware of this.”
David’s mind tries to push the cobwebs away but failing miserably. “Um, ok. Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and flops back into bed. He doesn’t want to get up. Last night had felt so right, in Michael’s arms, tangled around his body. Not for the sexual purpose, no. Instead, he felt protected, loved. He wants that back but knew he doesn’t deserve it. Michael left him for good.
He sighs and closes his eyes. He has an hour to get downstairs, that is, if he chooses to go. Right now David wishes he could just go back to sleep and wake up… maybe in five years.
{*}
“Frank”
The breathy moan of his name has Frank pushing his hips harder, his teeth biting down on pouty lips. Not to bruise, but just enough to have John eagerly raising his lips to meet Frank’s. Tongues twine, as do fingers. The only thing that exists right now is Frank and John. John and Frank.
One of Frank’s hands move to relief John’s ache. The moans increase in volume and frequency. “Frank, please. Together.” He clenches down, because if he comes then Frank has to be right with him. Frank’s hips speed up and a few strokes later, he has both of them to completion. John is still moaning, breathing with difficulty. Frank remains in him, but lowers his head to kiss John’s lips, a little more gentle this time.
“You want to know something?”
John nods, smiling.
“I love you.”
“I already knew that,” John laughs when Frank pouts. “And I love you.”
Frank sighs and rests his head in the hollow of where John’s neck meets his shoulder. “Don’t forget, ok?”
John’s fingers run through Frank’s hair. He doesn’t know what sparked this… insecurity from his always-strong love, so he just whispers the truth, “ I don’t think I ever could.”
{*}
David checks himself in the mirror that is the walls of the elevator. He had to suppress the urge of stopping at Michael’s floor several times. He did call him though; however, it just rang an infinite number of times. When the elevator stops and opens the doors to the lobby, David puts on his best smile and walks.
He reaches the dining hall and he almost turns around when he catches a glimpse of the room. It is completely empty…well of people. A thousand candles illuminate the room. There is one table in the middle. And there are his hosts.
Michael.
Gary.
They both rise from their seats as David slowly approaches them. His legs can’t seem to go any faster. As he gets closer, he finds that breathing is a difficult. Michael is dressed in Khaki pants that David absolutely can’t resist. His top half is covered in a soft white button down shirt that he left a few open. Gary is wearing black trousers and a black button down. David loves Gary in all black. David’s eyes move up and see something that makes his heart beat a little faster. Both men are smiling, the love for their captain just radiating off of them, as they stand hand in hand.
David reaches the men and arms quickly snake out to engulf him in a tight embrace. He holds on just as strong, hoping never to let go of either man. Unfortunately that doesn’t happen when Gary pulls away first.
“Take a seat, David.” He points to the middle seat and David obeys, feeling a little confused and lightheaded. Gary and Michael both take the seats on either side of him. He opens his mouth, a thousand questions running through his mind, when Michael shakes his head.
“I know you’re wondering what’s going but let us say what we need to say first. I promise you can say whatever is on your mind, but us first, ok?”
David just nods as he starts to fear the worst.
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