Lost Highways - Chapter II - The Man Who Can't be Moved
Title: Lost Highways
Chapter: 2/(?) - The Man Who Can't be Moved
Author: xmrbrightside89
Rating: R
Pairing: John Terry, Steven Gerrard (mention of Frank Lampard and Xabi Alonso :))
Warning: Kinky sex, some bad words,homosexuality ,sex,ANGST, smutty scenes!
Disclaimer: This is just a fiction,some characters are real and some others are not,by the way it's all coming from my own fantasy!
Summary: after a night out of deliriums, JT wakes up in his house in the Chelsea district...
Words: 1600
Feedback: Yes Please!!
It was a cold morning in London. The first rays of sun coming from the sky hit the light grey curtains in John's bedroom, radiating the whole space in between.
The sky wasn't clear that morning. There were some purple clouds still along the line of the horizon, circling the sky like a colored boa... and from the distance, it could be seen the dawn leaving.
It was in the air, it was all around the house. The messed up bed, the red alarm clock, the slim fit jeans on the floor.. along with the dirty socks and the black ck's boxers. The clean mirror in front of the bed, reflected the scene of a freezing apparent peace.
John was still laying on his bed, half asleep and half awake. He was too tired to wake up and too tired to fall asleep. His naked body was covered in white silk. A soft douvet made of silk that gently caressed his strong body, from his middle of his chest all through his feet.
John couldn't help but stare at the ceiling for minutes, minutes that felt like hours, and then again, he closed his eyes and tried to rest but that bad feeling was growing in his chest. Once again, faster and bigger. He knew what it was. Sense of guilt... probably.
He didn't know why he was like that, why he had to go out and end up cheating, all the times. It's not like he didn't love his family, or anything.
It was just something within, something inside of him that just ordered him to go ahead and do it. Fuck someone, anyone. John couldn't help it. Maybe he was just built like that, and God had to be blamed for it. He just had to do it... like drugs, unavoidable.
He knew it was wrong, he knew it for real. But the beast inside him was stronger than him. How many times he promised himself that it was just the last time... just one more time and then that's it. But John was just lying to himself... he knew he couldn't change his ways.
John shook his head a couple of times, trying to wash away his thoughts...
“Mmmm” He ran his hands on his chest, going down... slowly.
He was enjoying himself. He didn't realize before but he was hard. Hard and ready, as usual. With his fingers, he grabbed the erect staff, curling in a tight grip.
John closed his tiny eyes, and went back to what happened the last night at the club. The thrill, the dirty sex, that tight ass. He was again overloaded, full of sexual power.
“Ohh” John moaned softly, tightening the free hand against the bedsheet. His big feet became stiff, his breath became more and more irregular, and his toes all in a curled position.
That feeling, that amazing feeling hit him hard right on the back of his head. The feeling of release, that fragment of pure ecstasy. That was his drug!
“F-Fuck!!” John moaned once again, opening his dark blue eyes. Everything was blur, it took him few seconds to focus the dark figure standing close to the door.
“What the fuck?” John screamed at the sight of his mate Steven.
“Coffee?” Stevie asked, almost bursting into a laughter.
“Oh, Piss off, will ya?” John threw the black pillow against the scouse
“Bloody hell John... how can you possibly be hard all the times mate?”
John frowned a bit, hiding himself through the silk cover as he used it to wipe the cum off his chest, abs and tip of his dick.
“It's because I'm Captain Terry” John replied back “I'm an alpha male”
the two friends ended up laughing together...
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It was true, they were both captains of opponent teams. One was blue like the sky and the other one was red like fire. They played with and against each other. One was the captain of the other and vice versa. They cried together and they laughed together. But they also laughed and cried separately.
Steven and John were similar in many ways. Eager and ambitious in their own ways. They liked the fame, they liked the impact they had on people and on the media. They were two major pylons of the English football.
And once again, they were there, together. In John's residence in the Chelsea district.
He bought that house not long ago, to escape from his house and his life in Cobham. He loved his mension, submerged in an ocean full of green trees. It was quite, maybe too quite for him. That's why he decided to buy one property in the heart of London. The place he liked the most.
“I had quite a good night... last night” Stevie started, tapping his fingers against the glass coffee table
“Yeah” John frowned and suddenly became serious
“So..”
“No Steven, don't even start...” John replied annoyed
“Lad, you know I'm just here to help ya, you have to realize that what you're doing is wrong” Steven pleaded, trying to let his friend open his eyes.
John suddenly moved from the couch to the big window that faced part of the town and old white buildings in the are. People were already out, all with the same intent. Reach work. It was always like that in London, every morning between 7 and 9 am, the streets were full of people on the streets in cars and black taxis, or the sidewalks, running like busy bees. John kept staring down for a couple of minutes. From that height he felt secure. The world was spinning, but it wasn't for him in that room.
Guilt, Anger and now... Sadness. Was he really happy? Why the world was spinning so fast around him, but he was there, still like a marble statue. The world was meant to be in technicolor but why did it feel all so black and white?
“Are you still with me?” Steven shouted “John?”
John returned to his senses as he took three footsteps back.
“I don't want to talk about it Mate” John grunted, curling his fingers into a solid fist “Just stay out of it okay? I don't need a baby sitter”
“I just want to help ya” The red captain replied as he frowned, showing off the wrinkles on his forehead.
“I don't know, I'm sure you can join a group or something, ya know... we just have to find out”
“Wait wait wait...” John moved his hand on his left temple, massaging it with the tip of his index. He was annoyed, incredibly annoyed.
“Are you trying to say I'm a sort of.. alcoholic of sex?”
“No” Steven said back as quick as a lightening
“then What?”
“I was just...” Stevie stepped forward, with his arms wide open. His eyes looking straight into John's. He was using his calm attitude cool down the situation
“You are such an Hypocrite Gerrard...” John screamed “You talk about what's right and what's wrong... play the Captain Fantastic even off the field.. but you should know better that you're not better than me! Who the fuck are you to look upon me like you never did something like that”
Steven stayed silent as he stared at John's fuming.
“Do I have to remind you about your dirty little secret?.......... I bet Alex would be so happy to know about your affair with Xabi... am I right?”
“Don't” Steven said in a suspiciously calm way
It was like a trigger has been pulled, fire was in the air. It was like two lions were there, fighting.
“Don't talk even about him”
“Or what?” John smirked as he continued
“Fucking Alonso in your marital bed while your wife was God only knows where” he looked away for a second “at least I've never let Vanessa in Toni's bed”
A loud sound and in few seconds Steven was all over John, holding him from his shirt, right against the huge window. Their faces few inches away from each other. John smirked one more time
“I see, so you haven't moved on”
Steven tightened the grip on John's neck
“This is not about me and... him lad” Steven had such a huge fire burning inside of him, you could see it thru his eyes “It's about you... you know you need help”
“I don't” John laughed histerically
“You don't care about Toni, or your family and that's because you always get away with your unaccettable behaviour” Steven growled under his breath
“.........You gonna realize the gravity of your mistakes when you'll find someone who won't forgive them, and by then, it'll be too late!”
Steven loosened up the grip as he quickly turned his back. The red captain quickly put himself together. He grabbed his wallet and a scarf and looked at John's one more time. A moment that felt like an eternity.
“.....” John didn't say anything, he didn't reply nor make a noise. Not a single word back. He was shocked and he felt like someone stabbed him right in his chest. He stayed there watching Steven walking away and closing the front door behind him.
John waited half an hour before coming back to senses, then he took his cellphone and pressed 2
“Frank?”
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Chapter: 2/(?) - The Man Who Can't be Moved
Author: xmrbrightside89
Rating: R
Pairing: John Terry, Steven Gerrard (mention of Frank Lampard and Xabi Alonso :))
Warning: Kinky sex, some bad words,homosexuality ,sex,ANGST, smutty scenes!
Disclaimer: This is just a fiction,some characters are real and some others are not,by the way it's all coming from my own fantasy!
Summary: after a night out of deliriums, JT wakes up in his house in the Chelsea district...
Words: 1600
Feedback: Yes Please!!
It was a cold morning in London. The first rays of sun coming from the sky hit the light grey curtains in John's bedroom, radiating the whole space in between.
The sky wasn't clear that morning. There were some purple clouds still along the line of the horizon, circling the sky like a colored boa... and from the distance, it could be seen the dawn leaving.
It was in the air, it was all around the house. The messed up bed, the red alarm clock, the slim fit jeans on the floor.. along with the dirty socks and the black ck's boxers. The clean mirror in front of the bed, reflected the scene of a freezing apparent peace.
John was still laying on his bed, half asleep and half awake. He was too tired to wake up and too tired to fall asleep. His naked body was covered in white silk. A soft douvet made of silk that gently caressed his strong body, from his middle of his chest all through his feet.
John couldn't help but stare at the ceiling for minutes, minutes that felt like hours, and then again, he closed his eyes and tried to rest but that bad feeling was growing in his chest. Once again, faster and bigger. He knew what it was. Sense of guilt... probably.
He didn't know why he was like that, why he had to go out and end up cheating, all the times. It's not like he didn't love his family, or anything.
It was just something within, something inside of him that just ordered him to go ahead and do it. Fuck someone, anyone. John couldn't help it. Maybe he was just built like that, and God had to be blamed for it. He just had to do it... like drugs, unavoidable.
He knew it was wrong, he knew it for real. But the beast inside him was stronger than him. How many times he promised himself that it was just the last time... just one more time and then that's it. But John was just lying to himself... he knew he couldn't change his ways.
John shook his head a couple of times, trying to wash away his thoughts...
“Mmmm” He ran his hands on his chest, going down... slowly.
He was enjoying himself. He didn't realize before but he was hard. Hard and ready, as usual. With his fingers, he grabbed the erect staff, curling in a tight grip.
John closed his tiny eyes, and went back to what happened the last night at the club. The thrill, the dirty sex, that tight ass. He was again overloaded, full of sexual power.
“Ohh” John moaned softly, tightening the free hand against the bedsheet. His big feet became stiff, his breath became more and more irregular, and his toes all in a curled position.
That feeling, that amazing feeling hit him hard right on the back of his head. The feeling of release, that fragment of pure ecstasy. That was his drug!
“F-Fuck!!” John moaned once again, opening his dark blue eyes. Everything was blur, it took him few seconds to focus the dark figure standing close to the door.
“What the fuck?” John screamed at the sight of his mate Steven.
“Coffee?” Stevie asked, almost bursting into a laughter.
“Oh, Piss off, will ya?” John threw the black pillow against the scouse
“Bloody hell John... how can you possibly be hard all the times mate?”
John frowned a bit, hiding himself through the silk cover as he used it to wipe the cum off his chest, abs and tip of his dick.
“It's because I'm Captain Terry” John replied back “I'm an alpha male”
the two friends ended up laughing together...
-
It was true, they were both captains of opponent teams. One was blue like the sky and the other one was red like fire. They played with and against each other. One was the captain of the other and vice versa. They cried together and they laughed together. But they also laughed and cried separately.
Steven and John were similar in many ways. Eager and ambitious in their own ways. They liked the fame, they liked the impact they had on people and on the media. They were two major pylons of the English football.
And once again, they were there, together. In John's residence in the Chelsea district.
He bought that house not long ago, to escape from his house and his life in Cobham. He loved his mension, submerged in an ocean full of green trees. It was quite, maybe too quite for him. That's why he decided to buy one property in the heart of London. The place he liked the most.
“I had quite a good night... last night” Stevie started, tapping his fingers against the glass coffee table
“Yeah” John frowned and suddenly became serious
“So..”
“No Steven, don't even start...” John replied annoyed
“Lad, you know I'm just here to help ya, you have to realize that what you're doing is wrong” Steven pleaded, trying to let his friend open his eyes.
John suddenly moved from the couch to the big window that faced part of the town and old white buildings in the are. People were already out, all with the same intent. Reach work. It was always like that in London, every morning between 7 and 9 am, the streets were full of people on the streets in cars and black taxis, or the sidewalks, running like busy bees. John kept staring down for a couple of minutes. From that height he felt secure. The world was spinning, but it wasn't for him in that room.
Guilt, Anger and now... Sadness. Was he really happy? Why the world was spinning so fast around him, but he was there, still like a marble statue. The world was meant to be in technicolor but why did it feel all so black and white?
“Are you still with me?” Steven shouted “John?”
John returned to his senses as he took three footsteps back.
“I don't want to talk about it Mate” John grunted, curling his fingers into a solid fist “Just stay out of it okay? I don't need a baby sitter”
“I just want to help ya” The red captain replied as he frowned, showing off the wrinkles on his forehead.
“I don't know, I'm sure you can join a group or something, ya know... we just have to find out”
“Wait wait wait...” John moved his hand on his left temple, massaging it with the tip of his index. He was annoyed, incredibly annoyed.
“Are you trying to say I'm a sort of.. alcoholic of sex?”
“No” Steven said back as quick as a lightening
“then What?”
“I was just...” Stevie stepped forward, with his arms wide open. His eyes looking straight into John's. He was using his calm attitude cool down the situation
“You are such an Hypocrite Gerrard...” John screamed “You talk about what's right and what's wrong... play the Captain Fantastic even off the field.. but you should know better that you're not better than me! Who the fuck are you to look upon me like you never did something like that”
Steven stayed silent as he stared at John's fuming.
“Do I have to remind you about your dirty little secret?.......... I bet Alex would be so happy to know about your affair with Xabi... am I right?”
“Don't” Steven said in a suspiciously calm way
It was like a trigger has been pulled, fire was in the air. It was like two lions were there, fighting.
“Don't talk even about him”
“Or what?” John smirked as he continued
“Fucking Alonso in your marital bed while your wife was God only knows where” he looked away for a second “at least I've never let Vanessa in Toni's bed”
A loud sound and in few seconds Steven was all over John, holding him from his shirt, right against the huge window. Their faces few inches away from each other. John smirked one more time
“I see, so you haven't moved on”
Steven tightened the grip on John's neck
“This is not about me and... him lad” Steven had such a huge fire burning inside of him, you could see it thru his eyes “It's about you... you know you need help”
“I don't” John laughed histerically
“You don't care about Toni, or your family and that's because you always get away with your unaccettable behaviour” Steven growled under his breath
“.........You gonna realize the gravity of your mistakes when you'll find someone who won't forgive them, and by then, it'll be too late!”
Steven loosened up the grip as he quickly turned his back. The red captain quickly put himself together. He grabbed his wallet and a scarf and looked at John's one more time. A moment that felt like an eternity.
“.....” John didn't say anything, he didn't reply nor make a noise. Not a single word back. He was shocked and he felt like someone stabbed him right in his chest. He stayed there watching Steven walking away and closing the front door behind him.
John waited half an hour before coming back to senses, then he took his cellphone and pressed 2
“Frank?”
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