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Pairings: JT/Lamps, Lamps/Elen, Petr/John, Lamps/Jose
Disclaimer: You should be sued if you are stupid enough to think this is real.
A/N: I myself have never been to Hythe, England so I basically made up everything about the town and the pier. I basically looked at a map of south eastern England and used the first town that caught my eye. Feedback is wonderful as always!!!!
Pairing: JT/Lamps, Lamps/Elen John/Petr?
Disclaimer: this is pretty much as real as Michael Jackson's nose.
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Disclaimer: This fan-fiction, and portrayal of any characters in it, is entirely fictitious. Any reference to true events is entirely coincidental. Any references to the sexuality of the characters are completely untrue.
A/N: This is chapter is based off of this
. Although due to what had happened in already (Frank doesn’t have kids) in the story I had to change it around a bit. And no, I made Georgie and Summer speak that way. I tried to write how they would speak in normal life. I am bad at grammar, but not THAT bad.
Pairing: Jt/Lamps
Warning: nada.
A/n: again for pinktoothbrush8!!!
( Short and sweet. )Eternity: tears.
- Location:Here
- Music:nada
Disclaimer: This fan-fiction, and portrayal of any characters in it, is entirely fictitious. Any reference to true events is entirely coincidental. Any references to the sexuality of the characters are completely untrue.
Pairings: JT/Lampsy, Lamps/Joey
A/N: This is all inspired by the win today against Stoke. Up the Chels! And I decided the second part would be interesting to have from both Joey's view and Frank's view. I thought maybe it would work out. Tell me what you think!
( Joey cried harder than he ever did in his entire life... ). And he fell into Frank's arms again. This time he smiled and they were tears of joy.
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- Location:My room!!
- Music:Don't make me wait. This world Fair.
Falling for him (2/?)
Falling for him (2/?)
Disclaimer: This fan-fiction, and portrayal of any characters in it, is entirely fictitious. Any reference to true events is entirely coincidental. Any references to the sexuality of the characters are completely untrue.
Pairings: JT/Lampsy (hints of Petr/Carlo)
Word count: 1140 (I know it's long!!)
Rating: PG (I guess) Warnings: Lots of icing and brownies! :P
Frank woke up to the sound of his mobile off. Should of turned the stupid thing on silent. Frank rolled over and looked at the clock. 8 AM. Who the HELL was calling him at 8 AM after a night out with the boys on a weekend with no football. John. Big surprise.
“John do you happen to know it’s 8AM?”
“Yeah love of course I do. Be at my house in 10 minutes.”
“What, why?”
“My house, 10 minutes.”
“John I’m tired from last night. I’m not in the mood for it right now.”
“Frankie James Lampard if you are not at my house in ten…”
“John I HATE when you call me Frankie!” spat Frank.
Frank heard some giggling on the other end and he heard john say “9 minutes 59 seconds and the clock is ticking before Toni comes home!”
“Ugh.”
John hung up on Frank.
Frank rolled himself out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom. He took a shower and made his way downstairs. He grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to Johns. He needed caffeine.
Frank pulled up to the gates hit the buzzer and the gates opened up. Frank went up the small driveway and parked. He made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door.
“Come in!” he heard a familiar voice shout.
“Where are ya John?”
“Kitchen!” he shouted.
Frank took off his shoes and took off his coat and made his way around the staircase to the kitchen. When he went through the doorway an interesting site met him. John was standing there in nothing but his boxers with an apron and a chef’s hat.
‘Ello love!” John exclaimed.
“John what am I doing here on a Saturday morning with no football?”
“Oh just spending some QT with me, your one and truly love.”
“you wish.” Frank mumbled under his breath.
“What was that Lamps?”
“I said what is QT?”
“Quality time silly! And if you’re lucky later we can spend some quality FT! Fuck time!”
“So what are we doing in this QT together?”
“Well I thought that my little Frankie…
Franks eyebrows became cross
“My little LAMPSY” john emphasized “would get hungry during the week after long days training. And we gotta feed this beast.” John said as he tapped Frank’s stomach. “So I thought it only appropriate to bake some brownies?”
“Brownies?”
“You’re shitting me right?”
“Nope!” John giggled.
Frank turned around and walked towards the door.
“Ah, ah, ah I’m not making you brownies on my own!” John laughed as he grabbed Frank by the arm and pulled him back. “Go into the closet by the oven and there you will find the proper cooking attire.”
Frank went in the closet and grabbed an apron and a chef’s hat.
When he had it all in John was in stitches. “You look like a complete fool.” He laughed.
“Thanks John. Now if you wouldn’t mind tying me up in the back.”
“I will gladly tie you up in the back any day.”
That got John a swift smack on the back of the head.
So for the next half an hour they made the batter and added all the correct ingredients. As they waited for the brownies to cook they talked about the events of the night before. And how Joey somehow ended up singing “Truly, Madly, Deeply” on the karaoke. And how Petr and Carlo got caught snogging in the back of the club because they had “lost a bet.” Sure…..
Ding!
The brownies were done. John grabbed the big oven mitts and pulled the brownies out of the oven and put them on two hot plates. Frank went to the refrigerator and grabbed the little container of icing. Frank was spreading the icing out on the brownies with the small butter knife and he felt John stand behind him. He reached around him and grabbed Frank’s hands and helped him spread the icing on the brownies. Once they were done John stuck a finger in what was left of the icing.
“Oops Lampsy it looks like I’ve got a bit of icing on my finger. I’m gonna need help with that…”
Frank grabbed john’s hand and slowly put his finger into his mouth and licked off the icing and sucked on John’s finger. John obviously liked it as a rather large tent started to grow from John’s apron. And Frank knew John’s little game. And he wasn’t going to play along. It was time to get back at him for the early morning wake-up. Frank dipped a few fingers in the icing.
“Oh John, it looks like there is some icing on my hand. Could you help me out?”
“Sure thing love!”
John grabbed Frank’s hand, which had a rather large wad of icing on his palm.
“Oops!”
Frank shoved his hand onto John’s face. His left cheek was covered in icing.
“You did just do that! It’s war!” John ran over and grabbed a huge wad of icing and planted it right on Frank’s nose.
“You cheeky bastard!” Frank laughed and ran to the frig and quick opened a new container of icing and took a handful of icing and whipped it at John. Splatter! All over the place.
In retaliation John ran over to Frank and found Frank’s one weakness. He was ticklish. In a matter of seconds Frank was on the ground laughing so hard and John was on top of him. As John stopped tickling him and they settled down for a second there was a moment of silence. They were both staring into each other’s eyes. John lent down and slowly kissed Frank on the lips and then moved down to his neck. And then back up to his cheek where he licked all the icing clean. And he nibbled Frank’s ear. Frank let out a soft moan which turned on John even more. He wanted to fuck him so bad right now...
The door flew open and they heard
“John, I’m home!!”
They both scrambled up and faced the other way so their tents weren’t shown. Toni walked around the staircase to the kitchen.
“Honey I’m home early…Frank? What are you doing here?”
“Uhhh”
“And why are there brownies?”
Frank was good at thinking on his toes.
“Sorry Toni. I’m having a family get-together today and I was supposed to make brownies and well I’m pretty bad at cooking and I knew John was a good cook and asked him to help me out.
“Well why is John only wearing boxers?”
“Oh I’m sorry I spilled a glass of grape juice and they had gotten all over his pants not a minute ago.”
“And why the devil is there icing all over you two and all over my kitchen?”
“He did it!” they said in unison and pointed at the other.
“Men…”
-fin.
Disclaimer: This fan-fiction, and portrayal of any characters in it, is entirely fictitious. Any reference to true events is entirely coincidental. Any references to the sexuality of the characters are completely untrue.
Pairings: JT/Lampsy
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Frank woke up to the shrieking of his alarm clock. He rolled over and got so pissed at the stupid clock he just ripped the cord right out of the wall. He tried to breathe out of his nose. But couldn’t. His nasal passages were like London at 7 AM on Monday mornings. His head was throbbing and he seriously felt like throwing up. He reached to his bed-side table for his mobile. He hit the number one button and waited.
“John, it’s Frank. I feel like shit today. Tell the manager I won’t be at training today.”
“No John, I don’t need you here. I’m not some old grandma dying. Just a bit of the stomach flu.”
“You do NOT need to skip training for me. I’m unimportant.”
“Really John there’s no need. I can take care of myself.”
“Whatever. I’m going to sleep.”
Frank dozed off.
At around midday he woke up to the sound of his door opening and closing slowly. Frank slowly turned on to his back and lifted the covers from off his face. Standing at the foot of the bed was John with a small smile on his face. John walked over and sat down on the side of the bed next to Frank.
“Aww how’s my poor little Frankie?” He said as he stroked the hair off of Frank’s forehead.
“Better now that you’re here.” Frank smiled.
“Is there anything I can get you love? Soup, hot pad, ice pack? More blankets? Are you too hot? Too cold? “You want me to take your temperature? I’m taking your temperature.
Frank couldn’t help but chuckle as John scrambled around searching for a thermometer.
“101.5. We better cool you down a bit mister. You’re one hot tamale!” John joked.
“I would like to take a shower. Maybe me being clean might help me not feel so crummy.”
“Sure thing love, taking showers with you is my expertise.”
“Uh-uh this isn’t one of those showers.” Frank chuckled.
John helped Frank get out of bed and make his way over to the bathroom. After Frank had successfully showered he layed down on the couch to watch his favorite show, Big Brother. He calmly fell asleep knowing John would always be there for him.
John left a note for Frank on the table that he would be back at the same time the following day.
The next day at midday Frank heard the door open and he peered up from the book he was reading to see something quite unusual. John strolled in wearing a large white robe and green pants with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck. He walked over to Frank and grabbed his wrist and stared down at his fake watch on his wrist. At this point Frank had dropped the book on the floor he was laughing so hard.
“Doctor Terry at your service, sir! The symptoms: Headache, stomachache, high fever, runny nose. The diagnosis: lots of rest and tender loving care for the next few days by yours truly Doctor Terry!”
“You know John,” Frank said between laughs “Mumsy would always kiss my forehead and I would feel good straightaway!”
John sniggered and leaned in and kissed Frank on the forehead.
“See I feel better already!”
“I’m sure you do! You better stop having fun or else you’ll get well too quick.”
John told Frank that the manager had cancelled training for three days because the flu had spread to all the players and the staff.
“Even better news I just rang Toni who is in Newcastle visiting family that you were having a rough time and she said I could stay with you for a bit till you felt better!”
“Oh boy!” Frank said with all the sarcasm he could muster.
“If you weren’t sick I’d smack you right across the head.”
“And it would be nice if you would open up your curtains and get some light into this dreary place you would be able to see outside!” John threw open the curtains to reveal it was snowing like crazy.
“We already have 10 cm and are supposed to get 30 more by the end of tonight. But it’s going to get warm over the next few days and melt anyway.”
Frank had a great time with John even though he felt like after death. John was his little “bellhop” getting him whatever he wanted, when he wanted it.
That night they had been completely snowed in and the heater decided to not work. Frank decided to make the long journey from the bed to the couch before going to sleep. John turned on a nice quiet movie. Frank sat down next to John and John grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it on his lap. Frank layed down on John’s lap and curled up into a ball. John threw a nice warm blanket over Frank. As Frank watched the movie John took his fingers and slowly ran them through Frank’s hair. Frank loved to feel john’s fingers running through his hair and John loved to feel the small bristles of franks hair in his fingers so much. Slowly John’s hands moved down and he started to draw little tiny circles on Frank’s chest. And he moved to stroking his one finger up and down Frank’s arm. And he did it till Frank fell asleep.
When Frank woke up the TV was still in and a large set of arms were wrapped around him and his fingers were intertwined with John’s. Frank was so at peace he didn’t want it to end. Ever. When John finally woke up he kissed Frank on the forehead and made him a cup of chicken noodle soup to help make him feel a bit better.
And this went on for three days. And Frank and John both loved being around each other every second of every day. Frank got mad that this time with John was coming to a close as he got better and better. (John seemed to think that it was solely due to his “miracle healing.”) They had loved that homey family feeling of pulling together while being snowed in alone and together with no heat and no new groceries. Frank wished he could fall asleep in John’s arms every night. Though he felt like shit Frank cherished these three days with John. And as his the snow melted, the heat turned back on, and his sickness went away he knew that this dream couldn’t last forever. And on the morning of the fourth day as Frank made his way over to the door with John to go to training John turned to him and said
“Hey Frank let’s do this gain sometime, yeah?”
“Of course John.” Frank smiled “And thank you for caring.”
“Anything for my little patient.”
Not a week later John was laying in his bed with a severe head and stomachache and a high fever. And who happened to appear at his door?
“Doctor Lampard at your service, sir! The symptoms: Headache, stomachache, high fever, runny nose. The diagnosis: lots of rest and tender loving care for the next few days by yours truly Doctor Lampard!”
Looks like they were going to get to do it all over again after all.
- Location:My room
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accomplished - Music:Keane!
