2 Holiday Ficlets--JT/Frank & Gareth/Robbie

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Title: The Day After Christmas
Characters: Frank Lampard/John Terry
Rating: heavy PG-13 for boys being naughty
Words: 600
A/N: this fic is dedicated to inesdelsol for Christmas. I hope you like it sweetie, and sorry I’m late! :S


The phone went straight to voicemail, not that Frank really expected less. After all, Christmas was a time for family, his kids, and his wife. Who would ever think that he be allowed a few moments of his time on such a joyous occasion?

He had heard, of course, about how Georgie had gotten a new bicycle and how Summer had gotten a new dollhouse. He’d had to listen to it since the proud father had bought the gifts, three months earlier. He’d also had to listen to the jewels that John had bought for Toni and how happy she would be.

That didn’t keep Frank from hoping, however, that he would get five minutes of John’s time on Christmas Day. Seeing that John wasn’t going to be available, Frank picked up the tequila and decided to see how many rounds he could go before he hit the floor.


Frank’s first conscious thought was that his head had never seemed so large. It seemed that he was floating on a cloud, a thick hazy drunken cloud. He groaned and brought his hand to rub his eyes.

“Oh, so you are alive then. Noted.”

Frank groaned at the voice. He didn’t dare risk opening his eyes to see him; he didn’t have to.

“Aspirin.” Frank whispered in desperate need of something, anything, to make his head shrink.

A half-minute later, the bed, or was it the sofa? he couldn’t tell, dipped to the right and a hand was placed on his back.

“You have to sit up.”

Frank timidly opened one of his eyes and was greeted with darkness. He leaned closer to John carefully and used him to support himself to slowly sit up. John’s arm wrapped around his back and helped him before pulling him close and letting him lean on him further.

John carefully handed him the glass of ice water and opened his palm to reveal the small white tablets. Frank took them with a shaking hand and sipped the water. He let out his breath and leaned closer to John, grateful for his presence even if he was drunk.

“What are you doing here?” Frank couldn’t stop himself from asking with a touch of bitterness. “Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

He ignored the sigh that John gave. He didn’t want to be reasonable right now.

“While you were passed out, the world continued. It is now December the twenty-sixth. So no, I don’t immediately have to be with my family now. I wanted to be with you. I wasn’t counting on you being drunk.”

Frank shifted closer, too stubborn to apologize for being coarse when all he wanted was JT there in the first place. John took the gesture as the silent apology that it was and kissed Frank’s forehead.

“I love you.”

Frank couldn’t hide the small tilt of his lips at the words. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“I love you too.”

John smiled the boyish smile that Frank loved more than anything before the spark of mischief in his eyes darkened his expression.

“And perhaps when your head returns to normal size, I’ll give you your present. I can’t give it to you now; you need your full faculties.”

“Why is that?” Frank frowned.

“Well I don’t think you would enjoy being tied up and a blow job with a hangover, would you?”

Frank’s eyebrows raised. “I think I’m feeling better already.”

John grinned brightly before leaning over to kiss him.

“Merry bloody Christmas.” Frank murmured and pulled John closer.

John smirked. “And to all a good night’s fuck.”


Title: My Sweetheart
Characters: Gareth Bale/Robbie Keane
Rating: PG-13
Words: 245
A/N: This is for sophie_cymru for Christmas. I hope you like it sweetie pie :-D *huggles*Sorry I’m late bb! :S



The fire crackled softly in front of him. Gareth looked into the orange light and felt warm for many reasons. It was Christmas, a holiday he greatly enjoyed. He was warm, safe, and very happy. He had made the rounds of phone calls to his family wishing them a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Everything was perfect apart from one thing.

“What’s taking so long?” Gareth called over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

Just as he spoke, Robbie started carrying two mugs back into the living room. “I had to find the whipped cream. For some reason,” he gave him a pointed look, “we were almost out.”

Gareth grinned with pink cheeks recalling exactly what that other can had been used for. “I think I can forgive you for that.”

Robbie smiled and handed him a mug. “I love you Gareth.”

Gareth smiled brightly and waited for Robbie to sit next to him on the sofa before he leaned closer. They sat together for a moment, sipping their hot chocolate, before Gareth realized that he had never been happier.

“I love you too Robbie, more than anything.”

Robbie leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you more when you taste like chocolate and cream.”

The dark look of lust in his eyes made Gareth shiver. This would indeed be a very happy holiday, he thought right before he pulled Robbie down on top of him, uncaring of the hot chocolate.