Ficlet: John Terry/Frank Lampard/Fernando Torres, R/NC-17
Title: Tempted
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard/Fernando Torres
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 393
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I made it all up, and if you think otherwise...you’re wrong.
Summary: Fernando is the epitome of temptation.
Notes: Written for the prompt “tempted” on alldayfootiecp.
"Come on, aren't you just a little bit tempted?" John whispered, kissing Frank's neck slowly. His hands held Frank firmly, forcing him look directly at Fernando, who was changing his clothes in the other corner of the locker room.
"No," Frank said, "no, of course I'm not…" he moaned when John bit his neck suddenly, "I'm not," he concluded breathlessly.
Fernando took off his shorts and bent to retrieve his jeans.
"I'm not," Frank said again, more to himself than to John.
John chuckled.
"Of course you are," his hand snuck into Frank's shorts and stroke his cock lightly, "just look at that arse!"
Frank was actually trying very hard not to look at that arse, and not to think how much he wanted to put his hands on it.
"Just think about it," John's hand moved lightly, too lightly, over Frank's hard cock, "think of all the things we could do to him… all the things…"
"Stop that," Frank said and thrust his cock against John's hand, "and stop that too! He could see us!"
"I want him to see us! I want him to see us, and I want him to beg us to let him join us and…"
Frank shuddered and hissed. It was getting out of control, he had to stop this, he had to remind John to be reasonable…
"Admit it, you're tempted," John said, ignoring Frank's feeble attempts to push him away.
"Yes," he mumbled. What was the point? Of course he was tempted. There was nothing more he wanted than to push Fernando against the wall and fuck him until he screamed, while John watched. Or watch John fucking Fernando's mouth while he himself took Fernando from behind. Or…
"See? I know what you want…" John smirked, satisfied and let go of Frank, "and I'll get it for you," he promised, walking towards Fernando without hesitation.
He was crazy. He was crazy, what was he going to?... Frank watched, half shocked as John whispered a few words to Fernando and the boy blushed and looked straight at Frank.
He was crazy.
But Fernando was walking towards him, and John had his hand on Fernando's arse and the look on Fernando's face seemed to indicate that maybe he was just as crazy as John.
Still, it was all very crazy.
But Frank was too hard to care.