fic- the starshines
Title: The starshines
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word count1021
Disclaimer: pack of porkie pies
Summary: written after the boys won the fa cup in their yellow strip
A/n: yellow for my mini rainbow challenge, just got back from hols and i come bearing fic =D (the formatting was being weird and the paragraphs, font etc got mucked up, i apologise in advance
“Blue is the colour” pumped out through the stereo system as the team raised a glass to their achievement before dispersing into their groups, the girls in one corner, the goalies in their own booth, half the team on the dance floor and the rest of the lads around the darts board, that is except JT and Lamps, who managed to find their way to their own secluded booth, away from prying eyes and ears.
“Dunno bout blue, yellow was the colour today!” John looked utterly relaxed and happy, the copious amounts of champagne he’d consumed clearly taking their toll as he rested his head back, arms resting on the table, exposing his neck, begging Frank to kiss it. Which of course he did.
“Ha! Can’t see a permanent change mate, besides, what would we be called?” Frank sat back and rested his head on John’s shoulder, his arm coming to rub gently up and down his thigh, an innocent movement, natural, intimate.
“Canaries?”
“Taken”
“The lions”
“Too rugby like”
“The starshines”
Frank couldn’t hold back his laughter at that one, “Or not”
“What’s wrong with the starshines?”
“Erm apart from the fact it makes us sound like a camp band from the 60’s not much really…”
“S’what you remind me of, when you’re playing in yellow”
“What, a camp singer that my dad used to listen to?”
“No silly! A bright, shining star!” John gestured wildly and Frank smiled gently at him, “I think you’ve had a bit too much mate” he grinned, before sitting up to pour himself another glass of champagne from the bottle that, until now, lay forgotten on the table. As he passed the glassed to John and watched him drink, Frank had flashbacks to the last time they had won the FA cup and John had fed him the champagne on the pitch, in front of everyone.
He smiled reminiscently, they’d certainly celebrated then. There were endless pictures and memories of them together, hands all over each other, on the pitch, in the dressing room, wherever. This year however, they’d been more restrained, saved their passion for somewhere more private, Frank’s groin swelled thinking back to their earlier private celebrations. He looked at the man next to him and wondered when he started to make him feel like, well like this, a love struck teenager who’d stop short of selling his own soul for every precious moment with the man he lusted. But it wasn’t just lust, sometime ago, (maybe 4,5 years, who knows?) what he and John had became something so much more, so much more than friendship, more than lust, more than love, all rolled into one, they were each others everything they were each other, sometimes Frank found it hard to know where John stopped and he began, he felt he was one with John, a part of John.
He was jolted from his thoughts when John suddenly spoke, “Yellow suits you, you know?” Frank chuckled at the statement and, his drunken haze getting the better of him, he rested his head on John’s shoulder, his arm coming across to rest at John’s middle, toying with the bottom of his shirt
“Yeah! Not only does it bring out your gorgeous tan”- John had had more than Frank previously expected- “But it suits your personality, you know? You’re the shining star of the team, casting your bright light on everyone, my, no our, knight in shining yellow armour” Frank grinned at JT’s odd, but touching words, despite his peculiar and intoxicated way of saying it, Lamps knew JT felt something along those lines sincerely, they’d both suffered recently under the strain of keeping dressing room morale up during the difficulties at the club in the last few seasons. Frank mentally shook himself, something to do with the post-euphoria, atmosphere and the champagne was making him rather pensive, but now was not the time, now was the time for celebrating. Toni began to approach their secluded booth, through the crowd of team mates and various other all celebrating and Frank barely had enough time to remove himself from her husband before she reached them, not that it would have mattered anyway, Toni had had a fair few herself.
“Don’t you think our Frankie here should always wear yellow like the star he is” John slurred, rustling Frank’s hair, making him blush, but Toni wasn’t really paying attention, “Yeah whatever, come dance!” and with that Toni pulled John up and the two were dancing, if you could call it that, Toni was moving with no co-ordination or rhythm, but there was something about John that mesmerised Frank, the way his hips moved, thrust, gyrated, the way his strong smooth arms were wrapping around Toni and moving in time with the music, trailing over his own body, his chest, straining in his shirt, his whole body responding readily to the music. Frank's erection was getting painful, he needed to do something about it- fast! He pulled himself up, trying to hide the bulge in his pants and went over to John to whisper in his ear "toilets- NOW!" before giving it a quick nip then making his way over to the mens room himself.
Frank didn't have to wait long for John to arrive, waiting in a cubicle, as soon as he heard John enter the room and quickly pulled him into the cubicle and shoving his up against the door, locking it whilst simultaneously attacking the exposed skin of his throat with his mouth. “so…god...dam…sexy” he growled out shoving his thigh between John’s and pressing up against his captain, capturing him between the door and his own body, harshly kissing his way around John’s face and neck, occasionally nipping, biting, sucking, much to the pleasure of the younger man who just pulled Frank closer, if that was possible. “Can you feel me John…can you feel how fucking hard I am for you John.” He moaned, thrusting his trapped erection against John, before shoving his hand down the front of the younger man’s trousers, wrapping his long fingers over the treasure inside, “Now it’s time for me to collect my real trophy!”…