Fic: Home
Title: Home
Pairing: John Terry/ Frank Lampard
Word count: 902
Disclaimer: All lieeeeeees
Summary: Their back from their holidays, sequel to A Simple Phone Call and ‘Nother Drink
A/n: So this was a choice between packing, and writing this, a no-brainer I’m sure you’ll agree, enjoy it, and comments are always loved!
John stared at his phone disbelievingly, had that really just happened? Had Frank really just hung up on him? Toni came out of the bathroom and sighed, “What is it with you now?” John opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off before he had time to speak, “It’s Frank isn’t it? Look can you go just a few days without him? Chrissakes John you’re on a family holiday!” John mumbled a retort, but didn’t dare say it audibly for the sake of peace, besides it hadn’t been a few days, it had been more like a few weeks since he’d last properly spoken to Frank.
That night he lay awake tossing, turning and generally being restless, for some reason he couldn’t get Frank off his mind, not that he was usually far from it. Why had Frank not answered him, or even text back, he had to admit Frank was a strange one, John couldn’t understand him at the best of times, but this, this was strange even for him. He rolled over one last time, pulling the duvet up to his chin, he’d be home in a few days, he’d be able sort things out then, if it wasn’t already too late...
* * *
Frank looked out the taxi window as the dark streets of London outside whizzed past. The taxi was silent, she’d left him at the airport, fed up of his mood and by some miracle the driver wasn’t nattering about every Tom, Dick and Harry he’d driven around. But this silence had nothing on the one he would find when he got home, sure it was good to be home, but was it really home if there were no kids there, or no John. John. Even thinking about him made him feel like someone was ripping his heart in two, he wanted him so badly, needed him, but was it his pride that was holding him back? He’d wanted to answer his calls, his texts, but he didn’t want to back down, but he didn’t even know what he was backing down from. What it all boiled down to, was that he didn’t want to appear the needier one, he wanted reassurance that he meant as much to John as John did to him.
The taxi came to a stop and he climbed out, dragging his suitcase and bags with him, he shoved the money at the driver then made his way over to open his gate, tapping in the code without even looking. He trudged across the gravel toward his door, but dropped his suitcase in fright when someone stepped out of the shadows. He grabbed his suitcase back up, ready to whack the intruder with it, but then he saw his face, and suddenly he froze.
John stepped closer, unable once again to judge Frank’s reaction, unable to know what he was thinking, what he was going to do next, but he didn’t have to worry; Frank dropped everything and closed the gap between them, throwing his arms around John’s neck, burrowing his face in its warmth. Instinctively John wrapped his arms around Frank and pulled him closer, planting a kiss to the top of his head. However, when John felt tears mingling with the kisses that Frank was placing on his neck, he pulled him back so he could look at him properly
“Hey! What’s up?” John asked, tenderly wiping tears from Frank’s cheek with his thumb as he cradled his head.
“Nuffin” Frank mumbled, looking away, but by the way John was looking at him, he knew his best mate wouldn’t take that for an answer. “It’s just...” he stammered, looking down at his feet “I thought, I didn’t think...” but he didn’t need to finish his sentence, John realised exactly what was going on.
“C’mere you daft sod!” He said, once again wrapping him in a tight embrace, planting soft kisses to the side of his head, he breathed in the unmistakable scent of Frank and relaxed, it’d been too long, but now he felt as if he’d never been away. That moment the skies opened up and rain started lashing down. Frank grinned, yup, he was definitely back in England now! But he didn’t have long to muse over it as John grabbed one of his suitcases and legged it up the front stairs to the door, shouting down at him, “C’mon don’t just stand there!” Frank couldn’t help his grin, he was definitely home now.
* * *
That night, they didn’t have their usual reunion, no they always had plenty of time for sex, but for Frank it was just enough to be there, to feel John’s presence. Frank straddled John, but instead of heading south as usual, he let his fingers roam his chest, he planted kisses along John’s jaw line, before he captured his lips with his own, tongues greeting each other fondly. All the time Frank’s hands never stopped greedily roaming, his biceps, his chest, his stomach, testing the supple skin beneath his fingertips, as if they too could not believe he was really here again. And that’s when Frank realised, what they had was so special, so strong that no amount of holidays or time away could ever break them apart, after all distance makes the heart grow fonder and in the end, their hearts will always find their way home.