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Title: red sky
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word count: 154
Disclaimer: Completely and utterly made up
Summary: John’s being superstitious
 

“Damn it”

“What now?”

“The Sun”

“What about it?”
“It’s rising!”

“No shit sherlock. Sorry to break it to you but it does that every morning”

“Nah really?  I mean the sun rise, it’s red”

“And…?!”

“You know, red sky at night shepherds delight, red sky in the morning, shepherds warning”

“You and you bloody superstitions”

“Lamps, seriously what if…”

“You’re ridiculous”

“There was a red sky in Moscow”

“John its about rain”

“Yeah and it rained, see Frank, today’s gonna be awful, I’d better stay at home today I don’t want anything to happen”

Frank fought so hard not to laugh

“Well your superstitions are obviously wrong, as you’re about to get lucky”

Frank was on top of him before John realised what the older man went.

“Do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“Do you ever stop thinking about red fucking sk…”the rest of his words were swallowed by John kiss.

Title: Seeing red
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word count: 142
Disclaimer: not trueeeeeee
Summary: John’s seeing red
 

Everywhere he looked he saw the same fucking red. The red of the shirt. The red of the blood. The red of the card. The red of the crowd jeering at him. The red of this team-mates’ faces, furiously remonstrating with the ref. The red of the anger clouding his own mind, he wants to lash out, to scream and shout, God knows he’s never been know for his patience or calm. But then he sees the red of Frank’s lips, the sweet ruby of his tongue darting out and calm washes over him as Frank gives him the look. The look that tells John all he needs to know, the look that tells him he can walk off with his head held high, the look that reminds him how much he needs Frank and how fucking lost he’d be without him.

Title: Red
Pairing: John Terry/ Frank Lampard
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: all made up lies
 

His lips were swollen, cherry and inviting, such contrast to the pale glory of John’s skin. They were soft to the touch and cushioned Frank’s kiss, before opening and allowing Frank’s tongue access to the treasure inside of John’s mouth. Frank entered, his tongue exploring, tasting, dominating, before pulling back to nibble on John’s bottom lip, turning it from cherry to ruby.  John moaned, deep and guttural, so sexual it went straight to Frank’s cock, sending a shiver through him and into the man underneath him. Pulling back, he marveled at the beautiful sight beneath him, nothing could ever compare.