2 Ficlets

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Title: 2 Comment Porn Ficlets
Pairings: John Terry/Gary Neville, Steven Gerrard/Jamie Carragher
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 155 / 300
A/N: These are written for the CP that went on during the 10th of August. :) The prompt was PWP/Smut so…expect some dirtiness behind the cut ;-)


Prompt: Terry/Neville
Pairing: same as prompt

It had taken a large effort to get the Chelsea captain in his bed, but it was one that Gary found out was worth it. The muscles of Terry’s back under his hands were strong, not quite as well developed as his own, of course, but strong never the less. And the stubble on John’s cheek was a pleasant change, though it still wasn’t quite the right amount of friction as Gary would’ve liked in a partner.

He thrust into John hard enough to cause the bed to start to squeak under their combined weight. John was tight around his cock but Gary refused to allow himself to call it deliciously so. He closed his eyes, pictured someone else, and thrust hard until he spilled his release inside the condom. John helped himself near his own release but Gary didn’t care.

No matter if he wore the England armband or not, he still wasn’t David.


Prompt: Gerrard/Carragher
Pairing: same as prompt

Even though Jamie was more apt to talk about anything football, Steven just really wasn’t in the mood tonight. He thought Jamie had understood that—after all, he had been shoved against a wall and Steven had put his tongue practically down his throat—but he guessed not.

Even with Steven’s hand wrapped around Jamie’s cock, pumping away, Jamie was intent to discuss figures from the ‘70’s squad. How could he possibly think? Steven wasn’t sure if he should be offended or try harder. So he kissed Jamie, hard. On the mouth. Jamie kissed him back for a few minutes before he started up another conversation. Steven groaned in annoyance and frustration and shoved his trousers down.

“Can’t you shut up for a minute Jamie?” He growled and started to prepare his mate’s bum for his entry.

Jamie grinned a little, but Steven missed it. He thrust into Jamie’s arse and started a furious pace that had both of them groaning and cursing in a matter of seconds. Steven reached in front of Jamie and stroked him as quickly as he could and still manage his sharp, quick thrusts.

Jamie came first, spilling into Steven’s hand with a groan of his name. Steven followed moments later and pressed against Jamie’s back. He panted for breath and tried to recover after seeing stars in his eyes.

“You…know…who…the manager…was…in 1909?” Jamie asked, breathing heavily. Steven groaned.

“Fuck you Jamie. You can’t get football out of your head for just a few minutes can you? I’m trying hard over here to distract you but apparently I’m not good enough.” Steven shouted and pulled away to start straightening his clothes. Jamie started chuckling and Steven snapped, “What?!”

Jamie moved over then and kissed his cheek lightly. “I love it so much when you’re angry.”