Unspeakable Things

Tada! First JT/F fic! ::proud::It's short, it's non-betaed and it's my first, so yeah.. Probably not excellent :-PTitle: Unspeakable ThingsRating: RPairing: JT/FrankDisclaimer: I make no money of this (thank god, I would've starved to death). And of course, this never happened.Warnings: Slash. And it's PWP. Very much so actually.Author's note: Heavily inspired by a few of babeephatangel's and my own silly comments XD I'd call this a drabble if it wasn't so long.Feedback: Will be so greatly appreciated you have no idea.Summary: All alone in a dressing room...It was all a blur. So many minutes. No goals. Then. Finally. Didier did it.He ran towards him, yelling at the top of his lungs in happiness and relief. They had a goal against Barca. Thank God.He threw himself down on top of the others who had already found their way over to the goal scorer, hugging whoever they could get a hold of. The players' way of celebrating a goal. The team spirit at its best. He grabbed an arm in one hand and a shirt in the other before someone was throwing themselves over him and the pile was a fact. He didn't care. He was just thrilled."You couldn't keep your hands off me this time either, could you?" John snickered at the whispered words in his ear as a familiar warmth brushed past him. He turned to see the trademark smirk on Frank's face as the later made his way towards the showers."You're talking out of your arse, man. And do cover yourself up a bit better. Not everyone are interested in seeing you prancing about like an act model." Frank merely shrugged at this and instead made a drastic show of throwing the towel away with a very 'couldn't-care-less-about-who-sees-my-arse'-like motion. John rolled his eyes at the two 'newcomers', Sheva and Micha, who had apparently been watching the little show with more or less interest."Honestly, those who decline Chelsea's offer of joining the club doesn't know what they're missing out on," Micha laughed as he dried himself off after his quick shower. John just nodded, trying to suppress the smug smile that was trying to spread on his face. They definitely had no idea what they were missing, he thought as he entered one of the cubicles."How do you know it was me grabbing your shirt and not Khalid?" John muttered to Frank, who was busy buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned casually towards the wall, watching Frank making himself presentable. Frank looked at him for a second, quirking an eyebrow, then back at his reflection in the mirror."You really want to know?" he asked, smirk in place. All of a sudden, John wasn't really sure he wanted to know, but he nodded nonetheless. "Turn around," Frank said, his intense gaze making John freeze on the spot for a moment before he obligingly followed suit. The next thing he knew, Frank had put a hand on his shoulder, the other traced down his spine before pressing gently at his lower back, making John shudder. He could almost, almost feel the heat radiating of the man behind him and that smell of freshly-showered-Frank was driving him insane."Frank.. What-""Tell me, honestly, that you wouldn't recognize these hands from anyone else's." Frank emphasized his point by pulling him closer, putting more pressure on his back, kneading the sore muscles there with his strong fingers. John's breath hitched as Frank's breath ghosted over his neck."Come on, John. Tell me," he purred. He fucking purred. John felt himself flush and his pants becoming tighter. He pushed back slightly, smirking as he heard the barely catchable moan escaping Frank's lips. "You fucking know you're right, so stop forcing me to inflate your ego," John muttered, trying hard to keep his mind off that hand on his back, the hot breath that made his hair flutter slightly at the nape of his neck..."Words like that won't do. That mouth of yours needs cleaning, mr Terry." Frank turned him around and backed him up against the wall in one quick motion, staring into John eyes. He felt the ever familiar butterflies flutter and even though he had seen that look in those eyes so many times before, he was taken aback by the want and the sheer intensity in them. Frank leaned closer, breath heavy and hot on John's lips as he whispered,"I'm having a hard time keeping myself from doing unspeakable things to you right here in the dressing room." John felt the hand on his back slide to his hip, tugging slightly at his belt before moving slightly up under his un-tucked shirt."Frank..." his voice was merely a harsh whisper, his breath catching in his throat as Frank's lips brushed against his, barely touching them before he was left even more wanton than he already was. "Frank, really, we're - " he started, but a sharp tug at his belt reminded him who was in charge here."Will you fucking shut up already?" Frank muttered against his lips, sending shock waves down his spine. Before John had time to come up with an answer, Frank had pressed his lips against his urgently, demanding attention, demanding access. He tried to refuse for a short second but was rewarded with a flat palm pressing against the ever growing hardness in his pants. John's sharp intake of breath left it only too easy for Frank to invade his mouth, thoroughly robbing him of air and sanity as their tongues battled for dominion. Frank pressed his hand a bit harder against the very present erection, biting down gently on John's bottom lip at the same time before leaving him breathless as he kissed his way to the soft spot beneath his ear."Christ, Frank..." John muttered, trying in vain to catch his breath. The lips on his neck was doing absolutely nothing to clear his mind and neither were Frank's occasional whispered words against his ear."I want you, JT..." Frank bit down gently, tongue gracing against John's skin, "..so much it fucking hurts." The breathy whisper made John shudder and give up on trying to breath normally altogether. He realized that he had pretty much given up on everything a good while ago."You drive me fucking insane," Frank muttered before capturing John's lips in a searing kiss, his hand still pressing against him. He pushed John harder against the wall, his knee forcing his legs further apart and every coherent thought was chased from John's mind as Frank started stroking him, slowly, teasingly, the confines of his pants now way too tight."Honestly! You two! This is a public dressing room, you know." Frank jumped back and John started violently in shock at the sound of the well-known voice."Michael! Really, you could've just knocked!" Frank relaxed visibly at the sight of their German team-mate and John's eyes widened. Micha just smirked. "No worries, Frank. I haven't seen nothing," he chuckled and walked past them to his locker and Frank sighed, leaning against the wall next to an absolutely dumbstruck JT. "Ehm... Frank? Care to explain why he apparently isn't very surprised?" John gestured towards Micha, who was smirking as he stuffed his jacket into his bag. Frank looked at John, obviously trying to hide the slightly red tinge on his cheeks."Well, let me just say it this way, he walked in on me talking to you on the phone one day..." Frank looked down, seemingly very interested in his boots. John merely stared at him, feeling his face become hotter by the second. He didn't need clarification on what conversation Micha had walked in on. Jesus fucking christ. Had he heard Frank correctly?"Don't look so gobsmacked, JT. He wasn't so easy about it when he realized I'd gotten the gist of that conversation." Micha nodded towards Frank who rolled his eyes and turned to pack his bag and slam the locker shut. "I was going to tell you," he said as he approached the two men again, duffle bag over his shoulder, "but I never got around and then I figured 'what the hell'."John looked at him with an amused look in his eyes and Frank had the decency to colour slightly. "Like I said earlier, John," Micha began with a grin, "people saying no to join this team doesn't know what they're missing." John emidiately became flustered at this and Frank had to snort."Anyway, I'm off, guys," Micha continued, sensing the slightly tense atmosphere, "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come around to my place with some of the others, but I guess you have some unfinished business to take care of," he said, voice mock serious, before leaving the two of them standing there in silence. "Oh, by the way," he turned around in the doorway, "I'm the last one, so you guys'll turn of the lights then?" he chuckled before disappearing up the stairs.John leaned heavily against the wall as he heard the door at the top of the staircase slam shut. He covered his face with his hands, exhaling slowly."Oh man..." He muttered and Frank pursed his lips so as not to say something stupid. "That was really not what I had expected," he continued and looked up to see Frank still leaning casually with one arm against the wall next to him. "I would've told you if he hadn't been fine with it," Frank began to explain but John shook his head. "It's okay. Really. Was just a shock, that's all. We can talk about it later."Frank chuckled, a playful look in his eyes. "Really? Well, in that case..." he said, leaning closer. He toyed a little with the collar of John's shirt before grabbing his tie and pulling him towards him, brushing his lips softly against his neck. John's pulse sped up instantly and he easily let Frank push up against him again, feeling his body against his. His hands moved around Frank's waist, touching, rubbing, roaming wild, pulling him closer, pushing his hips up against Frank's, both groaning slightly at the instant sensation that ripped through them, leaving them slightly breathless and at the same time only adding fuel to the fire. Frank looked at him for a short moment, breath heavy, a satisfied smile on his face."Eager, are we? Perhaps I must do unspeakable things to you right here in the dressing room after all..."