Have yourself a Lamperry new year!♥
New Years Eve, 2012:
It had been a long night already and the real party wasn't even started yet! It was twenty to twelve and the music was loud. Walking out the bedroom he sighed, looking through the open door in front of him he could see Frank sat on the floor, bottle in hand and head back against the wall. Walking through he shut the door behind him before sitting down next to his best friend.
"What’s up mate?" he asked quietly as Frank sub-consciously placed his head on Johns shoulder. "Nothing... It doesn't matter." Looking down at his friend he could tell he was lying, he could see him breaking before his eyes and there was nothing he could do. "Lampsy, I know that's not true, you've been this way ever since you walked out on Christine three weeks ago, putting on a smile for everyone else, then as soon as they are gone you revert to this and you won't let me in, you won't even tell me why you left her, you just turned up on my doorstep at two in the morning! Please, just tell me, let me help!' He said, the care in his voice creeping through, laced with exasperation.
Just as Frank was about to open his mouth the clock began to chime, it was midnight. 'Happy new year Frank' he said, turning to his friend and placing a small kiss on his forehead. 'Happy new year John' Frank replied, with the first genuine smile JT had seen in weeks. With a smile back, he pulled him into a hug. 'we can talk about this in the morning, let's go downstairs, its new years after all' he said standing up, pulling Frank up with him and leaving the room, his best friend not far behind.
The following morning he woke to the early morning sun streaming through the windows at the back of the house, confused as to what him and Frank were doing asleep on the couch, Franks head on his lap, Johns arm draped over him. His chain of thought was soon broken though by the other man stirring, the movement of his head as he woke up sent strange feelings through John, surely he wasn't meant to feel -that!-
It was then that Frank realised where he was, slowly sitting up to stretch. 'Mornin...' He said with a groan. 'Morning. You alright?' Came the familiar voice from behind him. 'Apart from the banging headache, I actually am. Yourself?' He answered with a smile as John smiled back. He didn't know what it was, but being here, just him and his best mate, hangovers to match, sprawled out on the sofa, he was happy. 'I'm sorry about everything recently John... You were right last night, if anyone should know what's going on its you, I just turned up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, with only "its over." for an explanation, that wasn't right of me mate.' He said quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence too much as he rested his head back against the cushion next to John's arm. 'Hmm.. You're right there' John laughed before adding 'its okay though' while subconsciously running his fingers through Franks hair - this encouraging Lampsy to rest his head back further into his friends side, slowly drifting back off to sleep in the comfort, rolling onto his side and finding they fit perfectly together, his head on John’s side, his shoulder under his arm. It was just right, both of them knew it, but neither were going to say it, neither was going to admit it just yet.
It was later on in the day when the pair were woken again, this time by the constant ringing of a mobile, they just couldn’t place where. Standing up with a stretch, his top rising and showing his stomach as he did so, Frank walked over to the table in the hallway, looking at the caller ID on his phone, seeing the name on it however he was quick to press the mute button and put it back down on the table, turning it off in the process. As he walked back into the room he noticed John was still staring at him, a smile on his face. ‘What?’ he asked him, a coy smile starting to play across his own face. ‘Nothing’ he smirked, ‘who was it?’ he added, pointing in the general direction of Franks phone. ‘Just Christine, she’s been trying to call me for the past couple of days, first couple of times I answered, but I’ve told her to leave me alone and she wont, so I’m not answering her calls from now on. Hopefully soon she will get the message.’ He said with a small chuckle at the end, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch JT was now laying fully across.
‘You can sit on the other sofa or chair yano, you don’t have to sit on the floor, you are allowed.’ John laughed at Frank’s action. ‘I Know, but seeing as you stole my seat, I’m just gonna sit here, im happy here okay?’ he replied with a cheeky grin on his face, before resting his head back against Johns leg. ‘What we gonna do today then anyway?’ he asked the younger man casually. ‘Fuck each other senseless… Crap didn’t mean to say that, ermm… go… the park?’ but it was too late, John had already said too much, there was no going back now, Frank had heard, he hadn’t been sure if he was hearing things at first, but no, he definitely heard, sitting up he turned round to face the other man, propping himself up on his knees so he could see into his face properly, looking into the Hazel eyes that were staring back up at him intently he moved in, inch by inch, both were still hesitant, was this really happening? But they couldn’t think much longer as suddenly they both felt flesh against their lips, again something they found fit so perfectly, their mouths crashing together, John pulling the older man up to join him on the sofa, hands in hair as Franks tongue found its way into Johns mouth, each one now battling for control. This was new to both of them yet it felt so right.
Everything they did was by instinct, neither knew what to do, how this worked, what they were doing or even why, but they both knew they never wanted to stop, they had found the thing they had been searching for so long to find, they now each felt complete. Pulling away for air John gasped out ‘Oh God, Frank.’ But was cut off as Frank crashed his lips down onto John’s again in response. Hands moved down from tangled hair, roaming the others body, exploring new territory they were claiming their own. In need of more contact shirts were removed, John nipping at Franks neck from underneath him, sucking on his pulse point making a small moan escape Frank’s lips. Pausing briefly he looked up at the man above him, their eyes meeting. ‘You ready for this Frankie?’ he asked softly. As he stared back into the younger mans eyes he nodded ‘only if you are John.’ Replying in the same tender voice, this moment was precious, something they had been waiting for for so long, and they weren’t going to let anything ruin it. Pulling Frank down towards him again John placed a small kiss on his lips before replying ‘when it comes to you, always.’ - neither of the pair were sure when things had changed between them, or how they had got to this part so fast, but they knew they were grateful, that finally things were clear, all the secret glances, the feelings behind all those post-goal celebratory kisses were finally known, finally understood.
Slowly, taking time to silently make sure the other was okay, constant reassurance at every new touch, kiss and look, the last of the clothing separating them from full contact was removed, each body revealed in a new light before the others eyes, each man thinking the same, that the body touching theirs, the younger man beneath the elder, was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, they didn’t know what to expect with what came next, but they knew that as long as it was the person before them who was there with them, sharing the moment, they didn’t care. Taking his finger up to John’s mouth he carefully placed it in between his lips, encouraging him to suck on it.
Making sure his fingers were well coated he slowly moved his hand down reaching in between Johns legs. ‘You definitely ready John?’ he asked sweetly, he didn’t want this to go wrong, everything had to be perfect, they both had to want this, but with a nod of agreement and a hand in his hair from John he carried on, carefully inserting his first finger into the him, stopping momentarily as the younger man gasped in pain at the new sensation, eventually moving it, allowing John time to adjust before adding a second, then a third, moving in and out. It was then that John moaned out in pleasure, Frank had found something in him that no other person had ever found before, a point inside that made him want to scream out his best friends name there and then, but he held back, encouraging Frank to give him more. Removing his fingers Frank re-adjusted them so he was positioned underneath John more, his lean legs wrapped around Franks hips. Slowly he entered himself into the younger man, before pulling back out, taking his time so as to give John time to adjust, before he thrust himself back in, causing them both to moan out in pleasure at the new feelings, the new sensations. Eventually they had built up a steady rhythm, a slight sheen across flushed faces, both men panting, breath heavy, hands holding on to each other, the feeling of still needing to be closer ever present.
After a few more thrusts John cried out in pleasure as he reached his climax, sending his sweet load across his own stomach, his walls tightening causing Frank to explode inside him, riding it out as long as he could before he collapsed down onto Johns chest, the pair laying still, panting as they tried to get their breath back, Johns arms wrapped around the younger man. Eventually they separated as Frank laughed ‘Errm... John… I think we may need a shower’ looking down at his own chest as he did so which was now sticky from lying in Johns load. ‘Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.’ John replied also laughing as Frank helped him up, ‘fancy joining me?’ he asked sweetly, Frank nodding in response.
As they rinsed off, the occasional kiss in between as they took turns to wash each others backs. The only sound to be heard was the water hitting the shower floor and unintentionally Frank was starting to day dream as John massaged his shoulders. ‘I Love you Lampsy.’ Frank wasn’t sure if he heard things correctly and suddenly turning round so he was facing John, who was now looking rather startled at Frank’s movement. ‘Really?’ Frank asked quietly. ‘Really what?’ John asked him concerned. Suddenly the penny dropped, no wonder he wasn’t sure if he had really heard it, he hadn’t heard it, it had been in his head, John hadn’t told him he loved him. He had to get out of there, he couldn’t let John see him now as his face got hotter with embarrassment, and turning as fast as he could, he was out of the shower, the bathroom and in the bedroom before John could do anything. Once in the bedroom, he wasn’t sure why he had come in here, but now he had he sat down on the bed in a towel he had grabbed on the landing, his head in his hands.
John walked into the bedroom quietly, he didn’t know what had suddenly overcome Frank and he wasn’t sure what reaction he was going to get. Was Frank regretting what they had done? ‘Frank, Lampsy mate, what’s up?’ Slowly Frank lifted his head, tears streaming down his face, throwing a brief glance in John’s direction before turning away again.
It had been all he wanted for years, to hear John say I love you to him, but now he realised how stupid that notion was, John would never say it to him, why would he, as far as Frank knew this morning could have meant nothing to him. No, he didn’t believe that, it must have meant something; John wouldn’t use him like that. Suddenly he felt the bed dip next to him as the younger man sat down, placing an arm around his shoulders. ‘Frankie?’ John asked softly.
‘I’m sorry John, I… I guess I just overreacted at something… it… it doesn’t matter.’ He tried to reassure John, but he wasn’t having any of it. ‘Lamps, whatever it is, if it made you react like that, if its upsetting you like this, then you know you can tell me, it hurts to see you upset like this, and… if its to do with me then…’ he trailed off as Frank slowly nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his warm breath meeting the skin as he slowly started to stop crying. ‘you’ll think I’m pathetic’ Frank finally replied.
‘I’ll never think your pathetic Frankie, I love you.’ John whispered. Frank was sure he heard him that time, he couldn’t have been surer of anything in his life, looking up he met John’s gaze ‘I love you too’ he smiled before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Johns Lips.