Fic: John Terry/Frank Lampard, NC-17
Title: Nothing To See
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 739
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: John and Frank on a rooftop. What could they possibly want to do there?
Notes: Written for the prompt “Look around you. What do you see?” on commentporn.
“Look around you. What do you see?”
“Nothing,” Frank said, irritated. He was tired and hungry and the last place he wanted to be was a stupid rooftop in a middle of a chilly night. And there was nothing to see, nothing at all. It was so foggy he couldn’t even see the stars.
“Exactly,” John said, obviously delighted.
“What do you mean, exactly?” Frank grunted, “I just want to go back to the hotel where it’s warm and there’s food and…”
“Nothing and no one at all,” John said again, “just us.”
Oh. Well, he could think of more romantic settings were it could be just them - say a warm, nice hotel room - but at least John wasn’t being totally sadistic.
“Isn’t it nice?” John hugged him from behind and for a second, he felt the familiar warmth spreading through his body.
“It’s…” he wouldn’t exactly say it was nice, but…
“Wasn’t that what you wanted?” John whispered into Frank’s ear as his hand moved lower and cupped Frank through his jeans. Frank shivered. He couldn’t help it. All these years, and John still had this effect on him.
“You don’t remember!” John laughed, his hand still moving slowly against Frank’s cock, “you don’t remember at all!”
“Don’t remember what?” Frank mumbled, distracted.
“You wanted to do it on the rooftop,” John’s lips finally touched Frank’s neck and Frank gasped, “you don’t remember, but you told me once… long time ago. You said it was your fantasy.”
“Did I?” he couldn’t concentrate enough to recall anything like that. Sure, he could see the appeal… but did he ever tell Frank about it? He couldn’t remember. The way John was grinding against his arse was too distracting for that.
“You did,” John started unbuttoning Frank’s jeans, “we were… I don’t remember. It was summer and we were on that beach and then all of a sudden you said…”
Suddenly, Frank remembered. It was summer, and they were on a beach; it was dark and they were in a hidden spot - or at least what they thought to be a hidden enough spot when they were that much younger and that much more reckless - and John suddenly pushed him against the rock and they ended up fucking right there, so desperate for each other they didn’t even stop to think about the risk they were taking, so thrilled by the risk they couldn’t stop even if they tried. He remembered - he remembered looking up and seeing their hotel at the distance and telling John that he wanted him to take him there, everywhere, especially on the roof, where they could pretend the whole world was watching while John fucked him. He remembered that John whimpered and came hard, biting his shoulder when he said it.
He was surprised John remembered any of that. He barely remembered those details, only the way he felt when John grabbed him then, so consumed by desire he wouldn’t have dreamt of stopping him.
But he did remember how the idea of fucking on a rooftop made him shiver and grow even harder. Just like it did now.
“I see you do remember,” John teased, stroking Frank’s cock.
“God, I do,” he whimpered, pushing against John’s cock.
“All in good time,” Frank could feel John grinning against his shoulder.
“How about now?” Frank freed himself from John’s grasp and pushed him against the railing. He honestly couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He needed it now; if John complied…well, maybe he’d let him do it his way later.
“Now sounds good,” John was breathless and already switching their positions, pressing Frank against the railing and pushing his jeans down.
Now was perfect. Now was just what Frank needed - fast and hard and breathless and enough to make Frank scream so loudly he was genuinely afraid someone would hear him and not to care at the slightest at the same time. Now was almost better than all those years ago.
And later, the only thing he could think of that he still had John’s long standing fantasy to fulfil. He always said he would, one day…but this made him more determined than ever to make it happen.
After all, how hard could it be to arrange enough time for a good, hard fuck in an empty stadium? The thought of fucking John against the goalpost was enough to make him determined he could pull it off.
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 739
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: John and Frank on a rooftop. What could they possibly want to do there?
Notes: Written for the prompt “Look around you. What do you see?” on commentporn.
“Look around you. What do you see?”
“Nothing,” Frank said, irritated. He was tired and hungry and the last place he wanted to be was a stupid rooftop in a middle of a chilly night. And there was nothing to see, nothing at all. It was so foggy he couldn’t even see the stars.
“Exactly,” John said, obviously delighted.
“What do you mean, exactly?” Frank grunted, “I just want to go back to the hotel where it’s warm and there’s food and…”
“Nothing and no one at all,” John said again, “just us.”
Oh. Well, he could think of more romantic settings were it could be just them - say a warm, nice hotel room - but at least John wasn’t being totally sadistic.
“Isn’t it nice?” John hugged him from behind and for a second, he felt the familiar warmth spreading through his body.
“It’s…” he wouldn’t exactly say it was nice, but…
“Wasn’t that what you wanted?” John whispered into Frank’s ear as his hand moved lower and cupped Frank through his jeans. Frank shivered. He couldn’t help it. All these years, and John still had this effect on him.
“You don’t remember!” John laughed, his hand still moving slowly against Frank’s cock, “you don’t remember at all!”
“Don’t remember what?” Frank mumbled, distracted.
“You wanted to do it on the rooftop,” John’s lips finally touched Frank’s neck and Frank gasped, “you don’t remember, but you told me once… long time ago. You said it was your fantasy.”
“Did I?” he couldn’t concentrate enough to recall anything like that. Sure, he could see the appeal… but did he ever tell Frank about it? He couldn’t remember. The way John was grinding against his arse was too distracting for that.
“You did,” John started unbuttoning Frank’s jeans, “we were… I don’t remember. It was summer and we were on that beach and then all of a sudden you said…”
Suddenly, Frank remembered. It was summer, and they were on a beach; it was dark and they were in a hidden spot - or at least what they thought to be a hidden enough spot when they were that much younger and that much more reckless - and John suddenly pushed him against the rock and they ended up fucking right there, so desperate for each other they didn’t even stop to think about the risk they were taking, so thrilled by the risk they couldn’t stop even if they tried. He remembered - he remembered looking up and seeing their hotel at the distance and telling John that he wanted him to take him there, everywhere, especially on the roof, where they could pretend the whole world was watching while John fucked him. He remembered that John whimpered and came hard, biting his shoulder when he said it.
He was surprised John remembered any of that. He barely remembered those details, only the way he felt when John grabbed him then, so consumed by desire he wouldn’t have dreamt of stopping him.
But he did remember how the idea of fucking on a rooftop made him shiver and grow even harder. Just like it did now.
“I see you do remember,” John teased, stroking Frank’s cock.
“God, I do,” he whimpered, pushing against John’s cock.
“All in good time,” Frank could feel John grinning against his shoulder.
“How about now?” Frank freed himself from John’s grasp and pushed him against the railing. He honestly couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He needed it now; if John complied…well, maybe he’d let him do it his way later.
“Now sounds good,” John was breathless and already switching their positions, pressing Frank against the railing and pushing his jeans down.
Now was perfect. Now was just what Frank needed - fast and hard and breathless and enough to make Frank scream so loudly he was genuinely afraid someone would hear him and not to care at the slightest at the same time. Now was almost better than all those years ago.
And later, the only thing he could think of that he still had John’s long standing fantasy to fulfil. He always said he would, one day…but this made him more determined than ever to make it happen.
After all, how hard could it be to arrange enough time for a good, hard fuck in an empty stadium? The thought of fucking John against the goalpost was enough to make him determined he could pull it off.