Back Injury - One Shot
Title: Back Injury
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is definitely fake. Don't sue me coz I already said it's NOT TRUE. None of them are mine, although I wish I could own one of them :P
Word Count: 1932
Author's Notes: This fic is inspired from the news of JT injured his back. Couldn't help myself when I read JT has back injury. I wonder what caused his back injured ;P Anyway, I had not written any fic for quite some time. And I dedicate this fic to my mate, traipsing_gypsy :)
"When will ya gonna talk to me, JT?" Frank sits up on the bed besides his lover who is not facing him.
"JT..."
"Yeah?" John was reading a book that he brought from his home.
"I'm hot..."
"Then lower the temperature. Am not gonna get down from the bed to do it for you, love." John did not look at the man besides him as he is hooked up with his book.
"No... I meant... I'm hot...." Frank was rubbing the hard-on against his boxers.
John closed his book immediately and turned to his lover's hand that was moving.
Then he looked up. "Fr.. Frank...." He gulped and then continued. "You know we can't...not days before an impor...." The captain had lost his words as Frank took out the beast from his boxers and griped on it, with a thumb flicking on the slit while the other free hand squeezing at the balls.
John looked at his horny boyfriend who had closed his eyes enjoying the pleasure he was doing to himself. The captain couldn't resist himself as his hand slowly reaching to his little JT which was awake. "God Frank.... I hate you...."
His vice captain opened his eyes and looked at the man. "You meant you love me, right?"
Frank leaved his cock for a moment and moved closer to John. He caressed John's cheek lightly and then nibbled his ear which made the other man moaned. "Wanna try new things, captain?" He whispered seductively.
John moaned again, this time louder. His breathe increased rapidly. "God Frank...you are capable of... making me come right now... right here.."
John increased his speed on the stroking. However, Frank reached for his hand to stop him. "Not so fast captain." Frank took off his shirt and used it to tie both his captain's hand above his head.
This even made John more turned on. "Touch me baby... touch me..."
He moved his hip up so that his cock could touched part of Frank's body.
"Be patient, little JT." Frank lowered his head and bit hardly on the tip of the cock which made John screamed.
Frank then reached for the glass that is on the table next to the bed. "Drink this, love."
"I don't want to drink. I want you to touch me and fuck me NOW!"
"Trust me, this will make things even better." John lifted his head up and the man poured slowly into his mouth.
"Let's get things started, shall we?" John can only nod.
Frank took off the remaining material for both men and knelt in front of him. He then grasped his cock near to John's mouth.
John opened his mouth and sticks out his tongue like a puppy. However, Frank did not let him to taste it. Instead, he slapped the cock on his cheeks a few times before moving down to John's erected nipple.
Both moaned loudly as Frank's tip of the cock touched the nipple. "Fr.. Frank... please... I beg you...."
"Please what, captain?"
"Let me suck you..." Frank gave him the evil grin and then put the torture into end by thrusting into his mouth. He gripped on to the headboard to enable him to fuck his mouth more steadily.
"Fuck JT! You are so... fucking hot!!" Frank panted and moaned like a pornstar.
On the other hand, John sucked like it was his gifted talent; never gag at all. His little JT (doesn't really look like "little") may have grown to the maximum hardness and was not being paid attention to, he did not mind giving all the attention to his love.
"I'm.. I'm coming......" With one last thrust, Frank came into his mouth and John happily swallowed all. Frank then french-kissed him to taste himself. "You are the best sucker in the planet, love."
"I am." John admitted proudly.
Frank now moved down carefully so that none of his body touching the angry cock lying on the stomach. "Your turn now, captain." He smiled slyly.
It was a hot sex the other night. John would not be mad at me because of this. But.....
"Frank wake up.... I'm hot. I mean.. I'm really really hot." The nude captain shook Frank's arms to wake him up while the free hand was sliding up and down furiously on his not-so-little JT.
"Hmmm....It's not morning yet...Go to sleep." Frank shoved his hand away.
"I CAN'T FRANK! I'M FUCKING HORNY! I wish I could stop, but, my whole body is really hot." The horny Chelsea and England captain could not controlled the strong urge from his body. He pushed his sleeping lover face-down and spread his legs wide. Without lubing himself or the other man, he aimed his purple head and thrusted deeply into Frank. Well, of course the sleeping man was awake now and he screamed like crazy. "OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! THAT'S FUCKING PAIN YOU MORON! DON'T YOU KNOW THE FIRST STEP OF FUCKING? LUBE, YOU BASTARD CAPTAIN!"
"I'm sorry baby. My body couldn't wait any longer. It's gonna explode soon." John kept thrusting in and out and muttered obscene language like “You’re tight, Frank. You have a hot ass. Scream for me, baby.” Frank later knelt on his four limbs and enjoyed the pleasure of being fucked by his horny captain. "Mmm yeah... harder..."
As John reached down to pull hardly on Frank's erected nipples, Frank came without even touching his cock.
He then gasped for air. "God... that's the...best ff..uck ever...." After that, John came inside him.
"What's the time now? Oh fuck! It's 2am. We better sleep or else tomorrow's training will be tough for us." Frank said.
"I... I can't..."
"Why not? We had too much sex tonight, which we shouldn’t have."
"I'm still...hot and hor...ny.... Look..."
Frank eyed suspiciously below the pubic hair of his boyfriend. His eyes became wider. "What the..."
John was stroking at his hard erection again after he released not long ago.
"Frank....." John sounded worried now. "Do you... do you think....I have a... problem? It just won't go down...." As he was stroking non-stop, his worry had turned to enjoyment. He was enjoying sliding up and down his hard-on. "Fuck Frank...ohhh..." His other hand reached for Frank's cock which was now lying flaccid. He sucked hard on it like sucking a lollipop and then licked the plump cock like licking an ice-cream.
“Oh God JT… I think you dried me out already.” The captain ignored him and turned his attention to the balls. He licked, sucked and bit on both which caused the exhausted man to groan.
However, part of Frank started to feel guilty as he had found the cause to his boyfriend's horniness. The drink. He wanted to tell John that he put Viagra pill into the drink, but by telling him won't solve the problem. So he decided to help the captain by satisfying him until the effect is gone.
Throughout the whole night, they have tried every possible sex positions, and soon John was worn out.
The next morning, John woke up with a serious back pain. "Frank, my back is really pain."
"JT, I gotta tell you something. But, promise me that you won't get mad at me." Frank sounded serious. "What is it Frank?"
"YesterdayIputViagraintothedrinkI'msorry."
"Errr baby, please talk in English."
"Yesterday. I. put. Viagra. into. the. drink. I'm. sorry." John looked at Frank in disbelief.
"Frank, if my back pain make me lose a place in the squad, you are so gonna get from me.”
John is serious with what he said the other morning.
"JT, I've apologised in every way I could. Well, erm... except sorry sex. Don't think you would want." Frank whispers.
"It's killing me that you are not saying a single word to me since you found that you could not play this weekend. I'm sorry JT. It's killing me as well that I couldn't play with you."
"I... I thought... THAT can spice up our... sex life..."
Since when do we need to SPICE UP our sex life? John thought to himself.
It has been the third day his boyfriend is still not willing to speak a word to him.
In adding to his frustration, the media has put pressure on him, yet again, whether he and Stevie can play together. He cannot bear not to play for the country. He cannot become a substitute to Stevie either, nor does he want Stevie to become his substitute. Stevie may be his club's opponent, Stevie may be a threat to his place in the squad, however, he still hopes that they both can play together. He wants it to work. If Jose had had a plan of bringing him to my club, it means Jose foresee we can work together. Not like what those outsiders are saying now. He thought to himself.
A night before the match, Frank couldn't sleep. Although many may not see this as a big match, but it is extremely important to me. This may be my last game to start for the team. Maybe the Gaffer prefers Stevie over me, if we really couldn't gel.
Frank needs his lover now. John is always the drive for him.
But he still ain't talking to him.
Despite all this, he walks toward John's bed and sits on the floor next to the bed, looking at John who is sleeping with his back facing him.
"Baby..." He speaks softly. "I know you are still mad at me. But I really hope you pray the best for me in tomorrow's match. I'm nervous, you know. I’m scared...if things go wrong tomorrow, I will never play for the country again. And... I may not play with you anymore... and no more sharing room with you, or travel together with you....I will miss doing things together with you."
Frank sighs and then kisses his cheeks. "Goodnight JT."
"Frank..." John speaks. His first word to his boyfriend since that night.
"Oh God sorry JT. I didn't mean to wake you up. Wait a minute, did you just call my name?" Frank gasps.
John turns to him and rolls his eyes. "You acted like a drama queen, love."
"OMG! John you finally talk to me." John couldn't help but smile at his silliness.
John gets up and shifts to a side so that Frank could sit next to him. "Come here."
"JT, I'm really so..."
"Shhh.... it's ok already. You said too many times. From now on, I do not want to hear that word from you again."
"Even if I spike the drink again?" Frank asked cheekily.
John's eyes become wide and he slaps the older man's arm. "Ouch, that hurts! I'm just kidding."
Frank continues. "If I had known you would fall for my softy lines, I would have used it earlier." He grins.
"WHAT?! All the talking is just to make me forgive you? You are such an arsehole Frank!" The captain slaps his arm again, this time harder.
"Ouch! I'm joking alright. Look, my arm is red already." John sees it and he kisses the red area to make it better. "Better now?"
"Mmmm.....nope." Frank points his lips. "Here may cure it though." They both smile.
John moves forward and kisses him passionately after caressing his face.
"Love, you are my right leg. I could never play if you are not in the team. Don't you worry, ok? You're gonna do great with Stevie. You both gonna help each other to stay in the team."
Frank's smile grows broader and he kisses him. "What will I do without you....my dear captain."
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is definitely fake. Don't sue me coz I already said it's NOT TRUE. None of them are mine, although I wish I could own one of them :P
Word Count: 1932
Author's Notes: This fic is inspired from the news of JT injured his back. Couldn't help myself when I read JT has back injury. I wonder what caused his back injured ;P Anyway, I had not written any fic for quite some time. And I dedicate this fic to my mate, traipsing_gypsy :)
"When will ya gonna talk to me, JT?" Frank sits up on the bed besides his lover who is not facing him.
"JT..."
"Yeah?" John was reading a book that he brought from his home.
"I'm hot..."
"Then lower the temperature. Am not gonna get down from the bed to do it for you, love." John did not look at the man besides him as he is hooked up with his book.
"No... I meant... I'm hot...." Frank was rubbing the hard-on against his boxers.
John closed his book immediately and turned to his lover's hand that was moving.
Then he looked up. "Fr.. Frank...." He gulped and then continued. "You know we can't...not days before an impor...." The captain had lost his words as Frank took out the beast from his boxers and griped on it, with a thumb flicking on the slit while the other free hand squeezing at the balls.
John looked at his horny boyfriend who had closed his eyes enjoying the pleasure he was doing to himself. The captain couldn't resist himself as his hand slowly reaching to his little JT which was awake. "God Frank.... I hate you...."
His vice captain opened his eyes and looked at the man. "You meant you love me, right?"
Frank leaved his cock for a moment and moved closer to John. He caressed John's cheek lightly and then nibbled his ear which made the other man moaned. "Wanna try new things, captain?" He whispered seductively.
John moaned again, this time louder. His breathe increased rapidly. "God Frank...you are capable of... making me come right now... right here.."
John increased his speed on the stroking. However, Frank reached for his hand to stop him. "Not so fast captain." Frank took off his shirt and used it to tie both his captain's hand above his head.
This even made John more turned on. "Touch me baby... touch me..."
He moved his hip up so that his cock could touched part of Frank's body.
"Be patient, little JT." Frank lowered his head and bit hardly on the tip of the cock which made John screamed.
Frank then reached for the glass that is on the table next to the bed. "Drink this, love."
"I don't want to drink. I want you to touch me and fuck me NOW!"
"Trust me, this will make things even better." John lifted his head up and the man poured slowly into his mouth.
"Let's get things started, shall we?" John can only nod.
Frank took off the remaining material for both men and knelt in front of him. He then grasped his cock near to John's mouth.
John opened his mouth and sticks out his tongue like a puppy. However, Frank did not let him to taste it. Instead, he slapped the cock on his cheeks a few times before moving down to John's erected nipple.
Both moaned loudly as Frank's tip of the cock touched the nipple. "Fr.. Frank... please... I beg you...."
"Please what, captain?"
"Let me suck you..." Frank gave him the evil grin and then put the torture into end by thrusting into his mouth. He gripped on to the headboard to enable him to fuck his mouth more steadily.
"Fuck JT! You are so... fucking hot!!" Frank panted and moaned like a pornstar.
On the other hand, John sucked like it was his gifted talent; never gag at all. His little JT (doesn't really look like "little") may have grown to the maximum hardness and was not being paid attention to, he did not mind giving all the attention to his love.
"I'm.. I'm coming......" With one last thrust, Frank came into his mouth and John happily swallowed all. Frank then french-kissed him to taste himself. "You are the best sucker in the planet, love."
"I am." John admitted proudly.
Frank now moved down carefully so that none of his body touching the angry cock lying on the stomach. "Your turn now, captain." He smiled slyly.
It was a hot sex the other night. John would not be mad at me because of this. But.....
"Frank wake up.... I'm hot. I mean.. I'm really really hot." The nude captain shook Frank's arms to wake him up while the free hand was sliding up and down furiously on his not-so-little JT.
"Hmmm....It's not morning yet...Go to sleep." Frank shoved his hand away.
"I CAN'T FRANK! I'M FUCKING HORNY! I wish I could stop, but, my whole body is really hot." The horny Chelsea and England captain could not controlled the strong urge from his body. He pushed his sleeping lover face-down and spread his legs wide. Without lubing himself or the other man, he aimed his purple head and thrusted deeply into Frank. Well, of course the sleeping man was awake now and he screamed like crazy. "OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! THAT'S FUCKING PAIN YOU MORON! DON'T YOU KNOW THE FIRST STEP OF FUCKING? LUBE, YOU BASTARD CAPTAIN!"
"I'm sorry baby. My body couldn't wait any longer. It's gonna explode soon." John kept thrusting in and out and muttered obscene language like “You’re tight, Frank. You have a hot ass. Scream for me, baby.” Frank later knelt on his four limbs and enjoyed the pleasure of being fucked by his horny captain. "Mmm yeah... harder..."
As John reached down to pull hardly on Frank's erected nipples, Frank came without even touching his cock.
He then gasped for air. "God... that's the...best ff..uck ever...." After that, John came inside him.
"What's the time now? Oh fuck! It's 2am. We better sleep or else tomorrow's training will be tough for us." Frank said.
"I... I can't..."
"Why not? We had too much sex tonight, which we shouldn’t have."
"I'm still...hot and hor...ny.... Look..."
Frank eyed suspiciously below the pubic hair of his boyfriend. His eyes became wider. "What the..."
John was stroking at his hard erection again after he released not long ago.
"Frank....." John sounded worried now. "Do you... do you think....I have a... problem? It just won't go down...." As he was stroking non-stop, his worry had turned to enjoyment. He was enjoying sliding up and down his hard-on. "Fuck Frank...ohhh..." His other hand reached for Frank's cock which was now lying flaccid. He sucked hard on it like sucking a lollipop and then licked the plump cock like licking an ice-cream.
“Oh God JT… I think you dried me out already.” The captain ignored him and turned his attention to the balls. He licked, sucked and bit on both which caused the exhausted man to groan.
However, part of Frank started to feel guilty as he had found the cause to his boyfriend's horniness. The drink. He wanted to tell John that he put Viagra pill into the drink, but by telling him won't solve the problem. So he decided to help the captain by satisfying him until the effect is gone.
Throughout the whole night, they have tried every possible sex positions, and soon John was worn out.
The next morning, John woke up with a serious back pain. "Frank, my back is really pain."
"JT, I gotta tell you something. But, promise me that you won't get mad at me." Frank sounded serious. "What is it Frank?"
"YesterdayIputViagraintothedrinkI'msorry."
"Errr baby, please talk in English."
"Yesterday. I. put. Viagra. into. the. drink. I'm. sorry." John looked at Frank in disbelief.
"Frank, if my back pain make me lose a place in the squad, you are so gonna get from me.”
John is serious with what he said the other morning.
"JT, I've apologised in every way I could. Well, erm... except sorry sex. Don't think you would want." Frank whispers.
"It's killing me that you are not saying a single word to me since you found that you could not play this weekend. I'm sorry JT. It's killing me as well that I couldn't play with you."
"I... I thought... THAT can spice up our... sex life..."
Since when do we need to SPICE UP our sex life? John thought to himself.
It has been the third day his boyfriend is still not willing to speak a word to him.
In adding to his frustration, the media has put pressure on him, yet again, whether he and Stevie can play together. He cannot bear not to play for the country. He cannot become a substitute to Stevie either, nor does he want Stevie to become his substitute. Stevie may be his club's opponent, Stevie may be a threat to his place in the squad, however, he still hopes that they both can play together. He wants it to work. If Jose had had a plan of bringing him to my club, it means Jose foresee we can work together. Not like what those outsiders are saying now. He thought to himself.
A night before the match, Frank couldn't sleep. Although many may not see this as a big match, but it is extremely important to me. This may be my last game to start for the team. Maybe the Gaffer prefers Stevie over me, if we really couldn't gel.
Frank needs his lover now. John is always the drive for him.
But he still ain't talking to him.
Despite all this, he walks toward John's bed and sits on the floor next to the bed, looking at John who is sleeping with his back facing him.
"Baby..." He speaks softly. "I know you are still mad at me. But I really hope you pray the best for me in tomorrow's match. I'm nervous, you know. I’m scared...if things go wrong tomorrow, I will never play for the country again. And... I may not play with you anymore... and no more sharing room with you, or travel together with you....I will miss doing things together with you."
Frank sighs and then kisses his cheeks. "Goodnight JT."
"Frank..." John speaks. His first word to his boyfriend since that night.
"Oh God sorry JT. I didn't mean to wake you up. Wait a minute, did you just call my name?" Frank gasps.
John turns to him and rolls his eyes. "You acted like a drama queen, love."
"OMG! John you finally talk to me." John couldn't help but smile at his silliness.
John gets up and shifts to a side so that Frank could sit next to him. "Come here."
"JT, I'm really so..."
"Shhh.... it's ok already. You said too many times. From now on, I do not want to hear that word from you again."
"Even if I spike the drink again?" Frank asked cheekily.
John's eyes become wide and he slaps the older man's arm. "Ouch, that hurts! I'm just kidding."
Frank continues. "If I had known you would fall for my softy lines, I would have used it earlier." He grins.
"WHAT?! All the talking is just to make me forgive you? You are such an arsehole Frank!" The captain slaps his arm again, this time harder.
"Ouch! I'm joking alright. Look, my arm is red already." John sees it and he kisses the red area to make it better. "Better now?"
"Mmmm.....nope." Frank points his lips. "Here may cure it though." They both smile.
John moves forward and kisses him passionately after caressing his face.
"Love, you are my right leg. I could never play if you are not in the team. Don't you worry, ok? You're gonna do great with Stevie. You both gonna help each other to stay in the team."
Frank's smile grows broader and he kisses him. "What will I do without you....my dear captain."