Reality (standalone)
Title: Reality (Standalone)
Author:
eternitybreaks @
orton_fics
Pairing: Jamie Redknapp and John Terry (with mentions of Frank Lampard and Eidur Gudjohnsen)
Summary: Jamie becomes a little attached.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real. I do not claim to know these men. Tis all fiction. Lyrics belong to Apartment 26.
A/N: Thanks to
rebelstrike21 for the proof reading ♥
Reality
Slowly draining away
It's such a shame, you've missed the point again
I can't let reality seep in
I thank you
John trailed his tongue down the soft flesh, licking and tasting the salty texture. He stopped to kiss the small freckles that littered the bottom of Jamie’s back before kneeling on the floor, letting the carpet burn harshly against his dry knees. He pushed the pliant body against the table and dragged his tongue down the crack, before spreading the pale cheeks and slipping his tongue into the small opening.
“Fuck,” groaned Jamie letting his head loll against the chestnut table. John licked around the small hole, blowing hot air against it, before slipping his warm tongue back into the hot cavern.
“Oh!,” squeaked Jamie. Not caring that he was mumbling incoherently. John stiffened his tongue and began prodding Jamie harder and faster, making Jamie buck backwards; literally fucking John’s face. John allowed Jamie to do so for a few seconds, before gripping his hips and moving away himself. Jamie groaned in disbelief but it was short lived; as John slipped in a dry finger.
“Oh! Ow,” moaned Jamie, and John let out a small chuckle. He pushed the one digit in, letting the slick hole act as a makeshift lubricant. He slowly pressed in his thumb, not pushing all the way in, but enough to tease his lover.
“Not. Gonna. Break,” huffed Jamie, as he tried to push back on the teasing fingers.
“Didn’t say you would,” John sniped back. Finally he pushed in his forefinger and thumb and finger-fucked Jamie.
In. Easy. Slow.
Despite the loss during the week he wasn’t in the mood for an angry shag. He wanted something to make him feel okay, that he did no wrong. That he was a good captain. No matter what they say.
“Oh God if you don’t hurry, I’m gonna come,” moaned Jamie. Smiling, John let his fingers slide out, and pulled Jamie up off the table and walked him towards the king size bed. Falling onto the bed face first, Jamie clambered onto his knees and hands, waiting for John.
“Slut,” laughed John.
“Fuck off.”
“Nah. Gonna fuck you.”
“Aren’t we with the snappy lines. Get to it, youngling. I ain’t got all day.”
“Yes sir,” chuckled John. Grabbing one of many condoms off the bedspread, John sheathed himself, before grabbing the bottle of baby oil, and spreading himself and his fingers with the lubricant. Closing the bottle and throwing it onto the floor, he moved up beside Jamie, slid in gripping the underside of his cock. He watched as his head pushed past the straining muscles, and listened to Jamie’s breathing for any discomfort or pain. Once in, and finding no voice of objection, John pulled out and slammed back in, jolting Jamie’s whole body forward.
“Oh! Yeah, that’s more like it,” John smirked and slammed in and out, not even bothering to find a rhythm. Jamie tried his best to push back and give something back to John, but he decided to quit and just ride out the pleasure. The sex never lasted long, and with the tale tail signs on curling toes and tingling spine, Jamie felt his orgasm reach him in full speed.
One. Two. Three
Jamie came with a weakened spurt, but his orgasm made his eyes roll regardless. Already having come twice, Jamie couldn’t make another spectacular finish. He refused to sag down onto the bed, and stood his ground as John pushed and prodded his prostrate for another few minutes. Jamie wasn’t getting it back up again, but the stimulation on his prostrate was borderline painful. Finally John pulled out, and flopped down onto the bed, scrambling to take the condom off, and tugged at his cock; once, twice. Before coming soundlessly. Sighing Jamie lay on his back, and let out a huge breath.
“That was fun,” he commented after a few minutes. He leaned up onto his elbows and watched John, play with his shrinking cock. He smiled at the younger man, not really understanding what the hell they were doing.
“Yeah, fun,” smiled John. Letting go of his cock, he sat back up, and wiped the sweat out of his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You on for the five-a-side tonight?” Asked John, grabbing his discarded clothes and putting them back on. Jamie nodded and watched John as he put on his clothes and marveled at the man’s physique.
“Alright, I’ll see you at Frank’s then. Be ready for some whooping. See yah,” John grabbed his coat and opened the bedroom door before slipping out. Jamie sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling. Whatever game they were playing, it was no longer a game. Not for Jamie anyway.
What the fuck I’m a going to do?
----
Jamie arrived at his cousin’s house a little bit late, he had ignored the calls from both John and Frank. He didn’t need to talk to John, not after what they did this afternoon. He knew he was getting a little too close to the England captain and it was pissing him off. He didn’t want to talk to his cousin, because everyone knew that John and Frank have something going on, which was making Jamie both guilty and jealous at the same time. Parking his car behind a red Aston Martin he got out and locked the doors. He knew he was dragging his feet but he really didn’t want to be here. He knew Steven and Xabi were going to be there, plus Ed who had come down for the weekend. He didn’t ring the doorbell just let himself in, he could hear loud cheers and rowdy boys and smiled. He missed playing professional football, but despite his quick retirement he was still happy when he could play with some of the boys.
“My man,” Jamie turned around and smiled widely as Paul Ince stood in front of him with a big cheesy smile, and bottle of bud in his left hand.
“Shit! How you doing?” laughed Jamie grabbing Paul into a big hug.
“I’m good, where you been? The boys were waiting for you. But they couldn’t help themselves and started playing.”
“Why aren’t you playing?” Jamie asked following Paul into the back garden where the party was.
“Man! I’m here to chill out not get into mud tackles with dip shit Steven over there,” Paul smirked as Steven looked his way and grimaced. Paul had given Stevie a run for his money when he first started at Liverpool. No respect was lost between the two, but everyone knew Stevie was still scared of Paul.
“Leave him alone,” Jamie said laughing. Paul shrugged and motioned to the deck chairs, taking a seat; Jamie looked around, his eyes landing on John and Frank laughing. He felt himself flush and quickly looked away.
“So, how is the manager role going?” Asked Jamie, sitting back in the chair.
“All good. Hard man, but I’m proud of my club.” Jamie nodded and hoped one day he could go into management, but sometimes he thought it might not happen.
Jamie and Paul continued to talk for an hour, trading back old and new memories whilst eating and drinking. Steven and Xabi came around a while later and sat down for a chat. The talk was easy between the three, well more so between Stevie, Paul and Jamie but Xabi interjected with his own jokes and comments. All four talked about Liverpool and their families and sat in comfortable ease, with the cheers and howls of playing footballers.
----
The party moved inside the house, as the sun set and dusk settled. Summers were warm, but nights were chilly at best. Steven made his exit at quarter past ten, saying that he had to see his girls and be up early. Everyone hooted at him for being whipped but no love was lost. Eidur was aimlessly wandering around Frank’s house, with a glass of wine and a bored look on his face. He stopped more often to talk to Frank, but was left in the dusk as Frank only managed to say a few words to the blonde man. Jamie got up from where he was seated with Paul, excusing himself and made his way over to Eidur who was now swaying drunkenly at the buffet table that Elen had laid out before she made a hasty retreat out the house with the girls.
“You okay?” Asked Jamie picking up a finger sandwich and popping it in his mouth.
“Kinda…a bastward your cousin,” Eidur slurred. Jamie resisted the urge to laugh or agree and kept his face expressionless.
“I guess you came down to see him then?” Eidur nodded, “Well he’s kinda busy being a host and all,” Jamie said as an excuse. But he had no idea what he was excusing. Eidur gave an abrupt snort and then started laughing. Jamie looked at him in confusion, the Icelandic international moved in a little, invading Jamie’s personal space.
“You think I came for a party,” Eidur said in an exaggerated whisper. Jamie shrugged, “I wouldn’t fly all this way for a piece of bread,” he said waving accusingly at the entrée.
“I’m sorry?” Said Jamie.
“All he cares about his John fucking Terry, all he wants is him. Always him, always been him. Never me, never me at all...” As Eidur continued to babble, Jamie’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Not that he should have been shocked, after all many of men and women fell head over heels or (boots/trainers?) over John Terry. Having Eidur there saying that he was in whatever with Frank was slightly comical and unnerving.
“… I mean I love JT good man he is, good man. But I wish he’d leave Frank alone. Let me have him. Or something”
“This a sex thing,” Jamie blurted out. But as soon as he said it, Eidur started laughing loudly, causing a few of the guys and Frank and John included to look over. Jamie felt his face heat and tried to calm Eidur down a little, by shoving wine down his throat. Eidur sadly laughed louder and this time red spurts of wine were projectile spraying out of his nose and mouth.
“What’s going on?” Asked Frank. Jamie shrugged his shoulders and slapped Eidur on the back. Once the man calmed down, he pushed his body into Frank’s who held him by the arms.
“He asked…if it was a sex thing,” Eidur said laughing, pointing at Jamie and then pointing at himself and Frank. Frank’s opened his mouth in shock, and then averted his eyes away from Jamie.
“I’m gonna put you to bed,” Frank said dragging Eidur with him. Eidur laughed loudly and shouted, “I GUESS IT IS A SEX THING!”
Jamie felt the eyes of a dozen or so guys fixed on him and all he wanted to do was to hide under a very large hole, “He’s drunk,” he quickly spluttered out, before moving to go outside to the garden. The chatting started up again, and Jamie felt both sick and nervous. Most guys would know something was up, and others would be clever enough to ignore it. It all depended on who had the information.
“You okay?”
“Fuck off,” Jamie said angrily. John came up beside him and leaned against him. The heat and weight of John both warmed and repulsed him.
“It’s not fair what you two do.”
“Oh? What you want me to make home with you and Frank with Eidur. Are you that thick?”
“NO! But it doesn’t mean you two gotta fuck in our faces.”
“Didn’t know we were exclusive,” snapped John.
“That’s not the point and you know it. It’s bad enough what we do to our families and wives, but it doesn’t mean you gotta be a slut and fuck every man you see.”
“Frankie a slut now? I know for a fact that I’ve only slept with two men in my whole life. One is you and the other is Frankie.”
“That suppose to make me feel better?” raged Jamie.
“Not here to make you feel better, but remember this if I have to prove myself to someone that’ll be to my wife and family. Not you and not Frankie.”
“Nice.”
“What do you want? You’re making me slap with you with the hard truth. You want a life with a man, you go right ahead. I promise you I’ll support you. But that man ain’t gonna be me. Damn Jamie you get it?”
“Yeah. That you used me.”
“If I used you, then you used me too. No two ways about it mate. We do stuff cause we gotta do it. You’re a friend man, a good one. Don’t make it something more.”
“Maybe you should have warned me before.”
“Jamie, I didn’t know I had to tell a married man that we were just fucking around. If I knew it was gonna be like this I would have never started anything with you.”
“Frank?”
“He knows his shit, I don’t need to worry about him.”
Jamie looked towards the grey tinted sky. Summer was longer days and night came late, “So you just got a thing for cousins then?” John laughed beside him, and he bit his lip.
“To be honest I never thought about it.” Jamie nodded, “You gonna be okay?” Asked John, “I’m going to have to be,” he whispered back. John placed a hand on his shoulder and made his way back inside, letting the French doors slide closed. As Jamie looked towards the expanse of sky he chastised himself:
It’s not my fault that I fall so easily.
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This fic was born out of watching Jamie and John playing a little football at the Chelsea ground. It was around when John came back from his surgery. Jamie was wearing a leather jacket - and well I was too busy drooling to do anything else. I'll be writing the second part of this story between Frank and Eidur ♥ Word count around about 2286.
Author:
eternitybreaks @
orton_fics
Pairing: Jamie Redknapp and John Terry (with mentions of Frank Lampard and Eidur Gudjohnsen)
Summary: Jamie becomes a little attached.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real. I do not claim to know these men. Tis all fiction. Lyrics belong to Apartment 26.
A/N: Thanks to
rebelstrike21 for the proof reading ♥
Reality
Slowly draining away
It's such a shame, you've missed the point again
I can't let reality seep in
I thank you
John trailed his tongue down the soft flesh, licking and tasting the salty texture. He stopped to kiss the small freckles that littered the bottom of Jamie’s back before kneeling on the floor, letting the carpet burn harshly against his dry knees. He pushed the pliant body against the table and dragged his tongue down the crack, before spreading the pale cheeks and slipping his tongue into the small opening.
“Fuck,” groaned Jamie letting his head loll against the chestnut table. John licked around the small hole, blowing hot air against it, before slipping his warm tongue back into the hot cavern.
“Oh!,” squeaked Jamie. Not caring that he was mumbling incoherently. John stiffened his tongue and began prodding Jamie harder and faster, making Jamie buck backwards; literally fucking John’s face. John allowed Jamie to do so for a few seconds, before gripping his hips and moving away himself. Jamie groaned in disbelief but it was short lived; as John slipped in a dry finger.
“Oh! Ow,” moaned Jamie, and John let out a small chuckle. He pushed the one digit in, letting the slick hole act as a makeshift lubricant. He slowly pressed in his thumb, not pushing all the way in, but enough to tease his lover.
“Not. Gonna. Break,” huffed Jamie, as he tried to push back on the teasing fingers.
“Didn’t say you would,” John sniped back. Finally he pushed in his forefinger and thumb and finger-fucked Jamie.
In. Easy. Slow.
Despite the loss during the week he wasn’t in the mood for an angry shag. He wanted something to make him feel okay, that he did no wrong. That he was a good captain. No matter what they say.
“Oh God if you don’t hurry, I’m gonna come,” moaned Jamie. Smiling, John let his fingers slide out, and pulled Jamie up off the table and walked him towards the king size bed. Falling onto the bed face first, Jamie clambered onto his knees and hands, waiting for John.
“Slut,” laughed John.
“Fuck off.”
“Nah. Gonna fuck you.”
“Aren’t we with the snappy lines. Get to it, youngling. I ain’t got all day.”
“Yes sir,” chuckled John. Grabbing one of many condoms off the bedspread, John sheathed himself, before grabbing the bottle of baby oil, and spreading himself and his fingers with the lubricant. Closing the bottle and throwing it onto the floor, he moved up beside Jamie, slid in gripping the underside of his cock. He watched as his head pushed past the straining muscles, and listened to Jamie’s breathing for any discomfort or pain. Once in, and finding no voice of objection, John pulled out and slammed back in, jolting Jamie’s whole body forward.
“Oh! Yeah, that’s more like it,” John smirked and slammed in and out, not even bothering to find a rhythm. Jamie tried his best to push back and give something back to John, but he decided to quit and just ride out the pleasure. The sex never lasted long, and with the tale tail signs on curling toes and tingling spine, Jamie felt his orgasm reach him in full speed.
One. Two. Three
Jamie came with a weakened spurt, but his orgasm made his eyes roll regardless. Already having come twice, Jamie couldn’t make another spectacular finish. He refused to sag down onto the bed, and stood his ground as John pushed and prodded his prostrate for another few minutes. Jamie wasn’t getting it back up again, but the stimulation on his prostrate was borderline painful. Finally John pulled out, and flopped down onto the bed, scrambling to take the condom off, and tugged at his cock; once, twice. Before coming soundlessly. Sighing Jamie lay on his back, and let out a huge breath.
“That was fun,” he commented after a few minutes. He leaned up onto his elbows and watched John, play with his shrinking cock. He smiled at the younger man, not really understanding what the hell they were doing.
“Yeah, fun,” smiled John. Letting go of his cock, he sat back up, and wiped the sweat out of his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You on for the five-a-side tonight?” Asked John, grabbing his discarded clothes and putting them back on. Jamie nodded and watched John as he put on his clothes and marveled at the man’s physique.
“Alright, I’ll see you at Frank’s then. Be ready for some whooping. See yah,” John grabbed his coat and opened the bedroom door before slipping out. Jamie sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling. Whatever game they were playing, it was no longer a game. Not for Jamie anyway.
What the fuck I’m a going to do?
----
Jamie arrived at his cousin’s house a little bit late, he had ignored the calls from both John and Frank. He didn’t need to talk to John, not after what they did this afternoon. He knew he was getting a little too close to the England captain and it was pissing him off. He didn’t want to talk to his cousin, because everyone knew that John and Frank have something going on, which was making Jamie both guilty and jealous at the same time. Parking his car behind a red Aston Martin he got out and locked the doors. He knew he was dragging his feet but he really didn’t want to be here. He knew Steven and Xabi were going to be there, plus Ed who had come down for the weekend. He didn’t ring the doorbell just let himself in, he could hear loud cheers and rowdy boys and smiled. He missed playing professional football, but despite his quick retirement he was still happy when he could play with some of the boys.
“My man,” Jamie turned around and smiled widely as Paul Ince stood in front of him with a big cheesy smile, and bottle of bud in his left hand.
“Shit! How you doing?” laughed Jamie grabbing Paul into a big hug.
“I’m good, where you been? The boys were waiting for you. But they couldn’t help themselves and started playing.”
“Why aren’t you playing?” Jamie asked following Paul into the back garden where the party was.
“Man! I’m here to chill out not get into mud tackles with dip shit Steven over there,” Paul smirked as Steven looked his way and grimaced. Paul had given Stevie a run for his money when he first started at Liverpool. No respect was lost between the two, but everyone knew Stevie was still scared of Paul.
“Leave him alone,” Jamie said laughing. Paul shrugged and motioned to the deck chairs, taking a seat; Jamie looked around, his eyes landing on John and Frank laughing. He felt himself flush and quickly looked away.
“So, how is the manager role going?” Asked Jamie, sitting back in the chair.
“All good. Hard man, but I’m proud of my club.” Jamie nodded and hoped one day he could go into management, but sometimes he thought it might not happen.
Jamie and Paul continued to talk for an hour, trading back old and new memories whilst eating and drinking. Steven and Xabi came around a while later and sat down for a chat. The talk was easy between the three, well more so between Stevie, Paul and Jamie but Xabi interjected with his own jokes and comments. All four talked about Liverpool and their families and sat in comfortable ease, with the cheers and howls of playing footballers.
----
The party moved inside the house, as the sun set and dusk settled. Summers were warm, but nights were chilly at best. Steven made his exit at quarter past ten, saying that he had to see his girls and be up early. Everyone hooted at him for being whipped but no love was lost. Eidur was aimlessly wandering around Frank’s house, with a glass of wine and a bored look on his face. He stopped more often to talk to Frank, but was left in the dusk as Frank only managed to say a few words to the blonde man. Jamie got up from where he was seated with Paul, excusing himself and made his way over to Eidur who was now swaying drunkenly at the buffet table that Elen had laid out before she made a hasty retreat out the house with the girls.
“You okay?” Asked Jamie picking up a finger sandwich and popping it in his mouth.
“Kinda…a bastward your cousin,” Eidur slurred. Jamie resisted the urge to laugh or agree and kept his face expressionless.
“I guess you came down to see him then?” Eidur nodded, “Well he’s kinda busy being a host and all,” Jamie said as an excuse. But he had no idea what he was excusing. Eidur gave an abrupt snort and then started laughing. Jamie looked at him in confusion, the Icelandic international moved in a little, invading Jamie’s personal space.
“You think I came for a party,” Eidur said in an exaggerated whisper. Jamie shrugged, “I wouldn’t fly all this way for a piece of bread,” he said waving accusingly at the entrée.
“I’m sorry?” Said Jamie.
“All he cares about his John fucking Terry, all he wants is him. Always him, always been him. Never me, never me at all...” As Eidur continued to babble, Jamie’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Not that he should have been shocked, after all many of men and women fell head over heels or (boots/trainers?) over John Terry. Having Eidur there saying that he was in whatever with Frank was slightly comical and unnerving.
“… I mean I love JT good man he is, good man. But I wish he’d leave Frank alone. Let me have him. Or something”
“This a sex thing,” Jamie blurted out. But as soon as he said it, Eidur started laughing loudly, causing a few of the guys and Frank and John included to look over. Jamie felt his face heat and tried to calm Eidur down a little, by shoving wine down his throat. Eidur sadly laughed louder and this time red spurts of wine were projectile spraying out of his nose and mouth.
“What’s going on?” Asked Frank. Jamie shrugged his shoulders and slapped Eidur on the back. Once the man calmed down, he pushed his body into Frank’s who held him by the arms.
“He asked…if it was a sex thing,” Eidur said laughing, pointing at Jamie and then pointing at himself and Frank. Frank’s opened his mouth in shock, and then averted his eyes away from Jamie.
“I’m gonna put you to bed,” Frank said dragging Eidur with him. Eidur laughed loudly and shouted, “I GUESS IT IS A SEX THING!”
Jamie felt the eyes of a dozen or so guys fixed on him and all he wanted to do was to hide under a very large hole, “He’s drunk,” he quickly spluttered out, before moving to go outside to the garden. The chatting started up again, and Jamie felt both sick and nervous. Most guys would know something was up, and others would be clever enough to ignore it. It all depended on who had the information.
“You okay?”
“Fuck off,” Jamie said angrily. John came up beside him and leaned against him. The heat and weight of John both warmed and repulsed him.
“It’s not fair what you two do.”
“Oh? What you want me to make home with you and Frank with Eidur. Are you that thick?”
“NO! But it doesn’t mean you two gotta fuck in our faces.”
“Didn’t know we were exclusive,” snapped John.
“That’s not the point and you know it. It’s bad enough what we do to our families and wives, but it doesn’t mean you gotta be a slut and fuck every man you see.”
“Frankie a slut now? I know for a fact that I’ve only slept with two men in my whole life. One is you and the other is Frankie.”
“That suppose to make me feel better?” raged Jamie.
“Not here to make you feel better, but remember this if I have to prove myself to someone that’ll be to my wife and family. Not you and not Frankie.”
“Nice.”
“What do you want? You’re making me slap with you with the hard truth. You want a life with a man, you go right ahead. I promise you I’ll support you. But that man ain’t gonna be me. Damn Jamie you get it?”
“Yeah. That you used me.”
“If I used you, then you used me too. No two ways about it mate. We do stuff cause we gotta do it. You’re a friend man, a good one. Don’t make it something more.”
“Maybe you should have warned me before.”
“Jamie, I didn’t know I had to tell a married man that we were just fucking around. If I knew it was gonna be like this I would have never started anything with you.”
“Frank?”
“He knows his shit, I don’t need to worry about him.”
Jamie looked towards the grey tinted sky. Summer was longer days and night came late, “So you just got a thing for cousins then?” John laughed beside him, and he bit his lip.
“To be honest I never thought about it.” Jamie nodded, “You gonna be okay?” Asked John, “I’m going to have to be,” he whispered back. John placed a hand on his shoulder and made his way back inside, letting the French doors slide closed. As Jamie looked towards the expanse of sky he chastised himself:
It’s not my fault that I fall so easily.
----
This fic was born out of watching Jamie and John playing a little football at the Chelsea ground. It was around when John came back from his surgery. Jamie was wearing a leather jacket - and well I was too busy drooling to do anything else. I'll be writing the second part of this story between Frank and Eidur ♥ Word count around about 2286.