dancer_shoes

Title: orange socks
Pairing: john terry/ Frank lampard (mention with Petr Cech and Petr/Carlo)
word count: 938
Disclaimer: From the deep dark depths of my mind, aka not true
A/N: Orange from my challenge for each colour of the rainbow, comments are loved :)

Frank was not doing anything to help. He’d been in a mischievous mood all day, and now, as they were changing, John was finding it hard to hide the bulge in his trousers from the rest of his team mates. But every time Frank looked at him like that, he could feel his erection swelling, it was becoming unbearable and rather conspicuous, so eventually John gave up on trying to get dressed, and went back to the showers, for a long, cold one.
When he came out, he was only half surprised to see Frank was the only one left, sitting on the bench, shirt half undone, revealing his beautiful golden chest. He stood up, to meet John, immediately catching his lips in a passionate kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day” He murmured against John’s lips before reaching down to undo his towel. But John slapped his hands away “You’ve been a right pain in the neck today, you horny bastard…its time for payback” he said, before pushing Frank back so that he was up against the wall, he leant in for the kiss, but, frustratingly, stopped millimeters away from Frank's lips, as if he'd had second thoughts. "Actually" He whispered, his words tickling Franks lips, "Lets go somewhere more private" 
Frank smirked, "thought you'd never ask" but as he went forward to close the gap, John dipped out of reached and laughed at Lampsy’s annoyance as he went to throw on his clothes and collect his bag, letting Frank lead the way out. But as he got to the door, John stopped for a minute, ran back into the changing room and grabbed something, before stuffing it in his bag, jogging to catch up with Frank.

****

As soon as John stepped in through the door, it was closed behind him and he found himself pushed up against it, Frank assaulting his mouth. Frank’s hand found its way to the top of John’s jeans, but was quickly swatted away, John was having none of that, he wanted pay back from earlier. Still joined at the mouth in their passionate kiss, John managed to maneuver himself and Frank up the stairs, down the hallway, into the bedroom and down onto the bed, where their kiss became more slow and sensual, less about wanting to get as far inside each other as possible and more about wanting to feel as much of each other as possible.
John’s hands made light work of the buttons on Frank’s shirt, revealing his golden, perfectly formed chest. Johns eyes trailed over the expanse of skin, following the dips of his muscles, enjoying the small buds of his nipples, before heading southwards and letting his hands make light work of Frank’s flies, pushing his expensive jeans down and off, leaving him in just boxers, straining from the erect member underneath. John went as if to strip him of the last scrap of clothing, but thought better of it, wanting to make his revenge as sweet as possible.
“Stay” he whispered into the older man’s ear, his voice a husky growl as his hands tweaked a nipple, sending a warning, making him obey. Frank shut his eyes, God he needed John, needed him to touch him, right now. He opened his eyes when he heard John going down the stairs, rummaging and then coming back up again, this time with a pair of bright orange socks in his hands.
Frank couldn’t hold back the laugh, “What the hell are they?”
John blushed and started mumbling something about them being Petr’s and the first ones he grabbed and so and so forth, but Frank was becoming impatient, “God's sake JT come here and fuck me already,” he groaned, his cock softening from lack of activity. That was all the encouragement John needed and, before he knew what was going on, Frank had been stripped of his boxers and now had two bright socks restraining him, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the bed head, straining, needing John’s touch.

John knew he had absolute power over Frank, something that was getting to his head, and his cock. He moved up and down Frank’s body, his breath ghosting over his skin, careful not to touch. Sweet torture.
A touch
Skin on skin
A nail raked over inner thigh.
It sent a shiver up Frank, the touch he’d been waiting for, longing for, his cock aching for. John loved the effect he was having on Frank, the fact he could make such a strong, together man lose complete control.

****

 The two men lay there, tired after their love making session, John resting his head on Frank’s chest, when he suddenly remembered his wrists were still tied to the bedposts. He reached up, undid the bright orange socks and discarded them to the side of the bed, “Let’s not tell Petr what happens to his socks if he asks yeah?” John said, settling back down on Frank, his arm lazily rubbing up and down Frank’s leg.
“That probably a good idea” Frank chuckled, “But I don’t think he’d disapprove”
John raised himself up on an elbow to look at Frank, intrigued, one eyebrow raised.
“Come on, it’s obvious him and Carlo”
“Really? You think?
“Course they're almost as obvious as us, and I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to some “private training sessions” with you and me”
John laughed and hit him round the head “You dirty pervert” before settling back beside Frank ready for sleep, and if his dreams involved Petr and his orange socks as well as Frank, well that was for him to know and no one else to find out.