JT/FL slash Request

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Title: A Lazy Monday Morning
Pairing: John Terry / Frank Lampard
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 636
A/N: For the kind and very sweet nicole811 who wanted a lovely romantic side of this pairing and for me to put a hold on the unhappy times. So…I hope I did good. *rocks on heels*



Frank made a noise in his sleep and tugged the pillow closer to his body. He inhaled the scent and smiled, just barely on the edge of sleep’s cushioned pillow. The smell that belonged to one man only filled his senses and lit the fire inside of him.

A warm presence suddenly wrapped themselves around him from behind and squeezed. Frank mumbled something that was hardly coherent to himself let alone anyone else.

“Wake up sleepy.” The distinctive voice of his best friend, lover, soul mate filled his senses.

“Nnph. ‘m….…‘eping.”

“I can fix that…” The voice barely registered in Frank’s mind before he felt himself being turned over onto his back.

He made a groan of protest, but didn’t open his eyes. The last remnant of sleep he was desperately clinging to, the same way a drowning man reaches for anything to take hold of. The fact that cool air was now rushing over his lower body didn’t register as any sort of logic, only mere annoyance.

Then there was nothing but heat.

Frank’s eyes shot open to see John taking him down again. The hot tongue on his cock had him groaning and arching, hand finding its way into John’s hair and tugging.

“You win, I’m up.”

John released him with a small ‘pop’. “In more ways than one.”

He winked and Frank growled. Frank reached down and rolled his friend onto his back. He pushed John’s hair off his forehead while looking down into those twinkling eyes that he adored.

“While I would love for you to continue down there love, I’d much rather do something else that would feel just as good…”

“I’m all yours Lampsy, have at it.”

Frank grinned cheekily and ran a hand down John’s side. The younger man’s breath hitched as Frank slid two fingers into his entrance.

“More Lampsy, more…please…”

Frank complied by adjusting himself so that he could slide into John easily. He moved slowly at first, giving John enough time to adjust before moving faster. John rocked up to meet him with every movement; both their passions growing higher with every passing moment.

“Just…once…” Frank groaned while rocking into the younger man. “I want…to sleep…in…” He groaned particularly loudly when John’s inner muscles squeezed around his cock. “On a Monday.”

John chuckled throatily. “Next week, love, next week.”

Frank gave up on holding himself back and let loose with several deep, well-placed thrusts. He came inside of John, filling the other man with his seed. John finished himself, loving the sound of Frank’s moans.

The two lay entwined, recovering from their episode.

“God Lampsy, I love you.”

Frank looked over at John. It was the first time either one of them had said that particular phrase to each other. John was biting his lip and looking away, realizing what he must’ve said. Frank had a dopey grin on his face.

“That’s good…I love you too.”

John looked over and when he saw that Frank wasn’t lying, he beamed like a schoolboy that had pleased his teacher. John leaned up and kissed Frank dead on the lips.

“But, next Monday, can we at least sleep past nine?” Frank asked when they parted.

“Okay. Nine thirty it is.” John smiled happily.

Frank groaned. “I’m going back to sleep, you wanker.”

“I’ll watch you and protect you, old man.”

“Thanks boy.” Frank poked John in the stomach and closed his eyes.

He was almost back asleep again when he heard a low moan from beside him. He rolled over onto his side, away from John.

“If you’re going to do that love, can you do it quieter?” Frank mumbled.

“Fine, but when I come across your back don’t be shocked.”

Frank contemplated murder but in the end settled on rolling over and helping his lover finish himself off.