Part 4, the end!
Jul. 10th, 2006 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oops. heh. Day late. Sorry, Elen. :(
I just wasn't happy with what I had written before, and nothing I was writing now was any better. Still not happy with it, but I knew you were waiting. I'll tweak all the parts over the next couple weeks, and I'm thinking of posting it to the fic community as one big post, but we'll see.
Still has an extremely cheezy ending, but yeah how do you really end porn?
Frank feels high. Damn near euphoric, actually. He’s just had what could possibly be the best climax of his life. John’s face, a mixture of apprehension and out of control lust, is feeding into his ego. He knows he’s responsible for both feelings. He also knows that now that John is so desperate for release, he has the control.
Swiftly diverging John of his clothes, Frank had wrapped a firm hand around the heated, pulsating cock now exposed to view. Keeping a firm grip, Frank had watched John’s eyes roll back in his head from the movements of his hand on his cock. John keeps grabbing at his hand, trying to make him pull harder, faster. Frank just smirks and knocks his hands away.
Slowly, he presses John backwards, tactfully aware of where the large king size bed is right in their path. Emitting breathless moans and a whimper or two, John takes no notice that Frank is maneuvering him he feels the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. Frank times the first swipe of his thumb over the tip of the leaking cock for the same time and John’s knees go weak, allowing him to shove John back onto the bed.
Standing above him, Frank takes a second to look over the other man appreciatively as he lays there looking deliciously fuckable. John, obviously wanting to get on with it, backs slowly up the bed, watching Frank watch him. He lays back on the pillows, and wraps his hand around his cock, squeezing, but knows better than to move it. His eyes now hold a challenge, one that Frank is all to eager to meet.
Lowering his knees to the bed, Frank slowly crawls up between John's legs, settling comfortably at knee level. Reaching out, he slowly runs his hands up the muscles, so lightly that it makes John squirm, trying not to move. They are holding eye contact now, almost a contest to see who will break first. The intensity of it makes both men breathe faster, like the heat between them is taking all the oxygen. It is a sensation neither had felt before.
Frank's hands dip to the backs of John's knees, caressing, and he's surprised when the legs spring up and away from his hand. Cocking his head, he looks confusedly at the other man, and notices a tinge of pink flow up John's neck.
"It tickled," John explained a bit sheepishly with a self conscious grin.
Both of Franks eyebrows go up, and then he grins himself, chuckling slightly. Mentally filing that information for later use, he grabs John's legs from where they had landed and pulls them back to his sides. His hands cheekily hover over the knees, but John rolls his eyes and Frank has a sudden vision of being kicked backwards off the bed. He moves his hands up to the thighs.
John is tense now, muscles smoothing out the skin, and Frank studies them with his eyes as his fingers follow the paths created by the contours. John's body has always been fascinating to him; even before he figured out he wanted the man in his bed. Not just his legs, although they definitely held an appeal to him. But his shoulders, his arms, chest and stomach, everything seemed perfect to Frank. Watching him practice, seeing how he used his entire body to defend and challenge, how his whole body worked together, was always pleasing to the midfielder.
Slowly, he allowed his fingers to trace up the inside of the thigh to the junction between leg and hip. John had started stroking himself again, so Frank grabbed his wrist halting his motions. Spotting the other hand clenching the blankets, Frank grabs that wrist as well, and pulls them together in front of him. He studies them for a second, then meets John's eyes. He smirks, and lets his eyes travel to the headboard behind John's head.
John freezes, and narrows his eyes. Frank, reading his body language correctly, smiles his who-me?-I'm-innocent smile. Slowly, he raises John's arms, and moved them to lay against the pillows above John's head. Stretched out now, he is hovering over John, mere inches separating their naked bodies. Frank's cock has been filling back up from his earlier release, and his skin is becoming so sensitive that he can feel the other man's body heat.
He can feel the tension flowing through the body that is beneath him, and knows it's too early in whatever they are starting to really open John up. To really play. They may spend damn near every day together on the pitch and training grounds, but Frank is different in the bedroom, and John has obviously picked up on that. He doesn't know this Frank. So he simply holds him down for a second, then bends his head down to whisper into John's ear.
"Don't move them."
John lets out a shaky breath, and relaxes, grabbing the wooden railings of the headboard with both hands and squeezing the life out of them.
Frank dips his head a little more, so that he can place open mouthed kisses along John's jaw, while his hands smooth their way down his arms, over his shoulders, down to his nipples. He twists them, as he sucks on John's neck as John moans, making sure to leave a mark. Just one, so that over the next week, John will look in the mirror every day and *remember*.
That thought brings his cock to full hardness. Using his knees, he kicks John's thighs further apart, spreading him, so that he can get closer, can feel more, have more. Frank pushes his hips down, and their cocks come into contact, sending jolts of electricity through both of them. Frank moans and grinds down onto the body beneath him. John is arching up as best he can now, desperate for as much contact as he can get. Frank moves his hands to hold down John's hips, his mouth now focused on the hollow John's throat.
Sounds are steadily coming out of John now, mostly raw, unintelligible moans and grunts, a few whimpers when the two men's cocks rub together just the right way. Frank's hands are still on his hips, but the fingers are caressing his side, making him want to squirm, building unnamed tension in his stomach. His heartbeat feels like it is eminating from his groin, coming up through his abs, which are straining with the effort of staying as still as possible. His eyes are clenched shut in pleasure.
Frank's cock is leaking, leaving cool wetness on John's stomach. He knows John is near the end of his limits, that they have no more time for appetizers. Time for the main course.
Lifting his head, Frank eyes the nightstand beside the bed. The movement of his hips stops for a moment as he reaches over and pulls the lube out.
"Frank, don't stop...." John whines, eyes popping open in panic, and moves his hand to try and push Franks head back down to his.
"Shush now. Wait a minute." Frank puts John's hand back up to the headboard, keeping the tube out of sight, deeply kissing him as he runs his hand over the younger man's chest.
Using his thumb, he pops the top of the lube open, and the sound obviously registers in John's head. He groans loudly into Frank's mouth, then whimpers, and shudders a bit. The movement makes Frank's cock kick against him, and he smiles into the kiss.
Frank is busy coating his finger with lube, fumbling a bit in his haste. he finally gets enough, and pushes with his hand on John's thigh to get him to spread his legs even further. John complies, whimpering as he allows his legs to fall open completely.
Frank pulls away from the kiss, looking down at John, and wonders at the wild look in his eyes. His skin is flushed a bright red now, so beautiful.
"So pretty like this, John," he whispers, his lips still close enough to brush against Johns' as he speaks.
"Spread out, hard, wanting nothing more than me to fuck you." As he's talking, his hand has found John's hole, and is circling it with his lubed finger. He puts just enough pressure to make the ring of muscle spasm, but doesn't allow his finger to enter.
"Fucking hell, Frank. Get on with it!" John gasps, gripping the headboard so hard his hands are turning white. He knows the if he pushes against that finger, Frank'll take it away. He's getting to know this new Frank by trial and error.
Grinning, Frank let's his finger slide half way in, enjoying the spasms of the muscles around it as they try to figure out if they want to expel the intruder or welcome it. John gasps, then moans loudly, turning his head to the side.
"I've just barely started. And look at you, can barely control yourself. Yes, you want this so much it's killing you." Frank grins, and pushes his finger up to the knuckle, and starts moving, in and out, loosening the muscles. Then, he adds another finger, and John instictively moves his hips to meet them. He is almost constantly moaning now, the anticipation of what is coming and wanting it to come sooner driving him mad.
When Frank adds the third finger, and twists them, he finds what he's been looking for, and John keens highly, pushing his hips towards Frank, hard.
"That's it! That's what I want. I want to see you respond to me, John." And he does. John is absolutely beautiful like this, all debauched. The captain, so in control, so in command all the time, so needy, such a slave to the sensations and needs of his body. Frank is unbelievable grateful that he gets to see this. Hear this. Experience this.
"Fuck.... Oh God, Frank, fuck..."
Frank does it again, and watches as John nearly comes off the bed, his eyes popping open, dilated so that he can barely see any color left. He's ready now.
Pulling his fingers out, ignoring John's stuttered protest, he grabs the lube and starts preparing his cock. The sensations of his own fingers send shocks up his spine, and he prays he can hold on long enough to make this a good ride. He wants this first time to last.
Throwing the lube to the floor, he maneuvers closer to John's body, and lifts John's hips level with his own. He looks at John, who is staring back, so fucking ready.
He presses, pushing in slowly, getting the head in before John slams his eyes shut, tensing a bit. Frank stops immediately, understanding the need to let him adjust. What little is inside, however, is getting squeezed, a bit painfully, and Frank has to take deep breaths of his own.
"Relax, John. Let me in." Frank says soothingly, running his hand up a thigh.
He slowly feels John relax around him, and he can now feel that caressing pressure of the walls surrounding his cock, trying to pull more in.
"Good," Frank says breathlessly as he pushes forward more. "Like that. God John, you feel so fucking wonderful...."
Frank is halfway in now, and the heat his cock is feeling seems like it stretches to his lungs, stealing his breath away. John has his eyes closed again, in pleasure, his mouth hanging open in an attempt to suck desperately needed air.
Frank moves forward again, and doesn't stop this time, enjoying the silky feeling of the walls surrounding him until he's fully inside. He's dimly aware of John moaning, saying his name wantonly, but he's too busy to respond, trying to not cum then and there.
It takes a few seconds to come back to himself, and when he does he looks up at John. The other man is moving his head back and forth slowly, eyes squeezed closed, hands now gripping the bed clothes.
Then he opens his eyes and looks at Frank. Stares a second. Then moves his hips a bit, an invitation to get moving.
"Come on," he says, voice hoarse.
Frank shakes his head to try and clear it, then braces himself with his hands on either side of John's hips and starts to move. He pulls back slowly, and John lets his breath out along with the movement. Snapping his hips, he thrust back in quickly, and has to bite his lip to stop from moaning. John quickly wraps his legs around his torso, and pulls him in further.
John takes the initiative and starts bucking steadily underneath him, creating a rythym that Frank picks up quickly. John's hands are gripping and releasing the bed clothes with the motions, until they move over to wear Franks' hands are anchored, keeping him upright. He grips Frank's hands, glad that he has something of him to hold on to since most of him is out of reach. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Frank's hard cock moving inside him, feeling so hot, filling him. He's been dreaming of the burn he's experiencing for so long now and to finally have it is amazing.
Frank shifts a bit, changing the angle, and his cockhead runs across John's prostate. John's back arches, and his legs tighten, momentarily squeezing the breath out of his partner.
"Oh, fuck, hell yes..." he hisses, and Frank decides he likes that sound so he does it again.
"God Frank...." he whimpers, and opens his eyes to see Frank wearing a very pleased expression.
John uses his legs to suddenly pull Frank as tight as he can into him and they both gasp, then groan.
Frank speeds up his thrusts; he knows he won't last much longer. He's hitting John's spot on every thrust now, and it's causing small convulsions in the body underneath him, which makes his sensations all the more real. He snaps his right wrist to shake the grip John had on it, and wraps his free hand around John's neglected cock.
John had lost all track of time a while ago, hasn't heard anything but the far away sounds of his own moans in his ears. Every time Frank hits his prostate, his nerves sizzle and it feels like Frank's hand on his cock is a glove of blazing heat, burning pleasingly. He can no longer feel the comforter bunching up against his back. Can only feel Frank above him, Frank inside him. The feelings Frank is giving to him.
Feeling his release is imminent, Frank grips the cock in his hand harder, and runs his thumb back and forth over the head until he's rewarded with John's body tensing, the cock kicking as it spurts the cum in his hand and over John's stomach and chest. The muscle spasms in John's ass squeeze him, almost painfully, and with a few final frantic pushes, Frank cums deep inside the other man.
He finds himself draped over John, still panting, with John's legs still wrapped around him, not quite remembering falling. His face is settled against John's neck, so he makes use of the position and kisses it. Turning his head, John kisses his cheeks, before moving onto the mouth as they share a lazy, sated kiss.
Sighing, Frank pulls out of John carefully, before leaning over him to grab tissues from the nightstand to do a quick cleanup of first John then himself. Feeling extraordinarily sleepy for six in the evening, he lays back down beside John, rolling over to face him.
The other man's eyes are closed, breathing even, but he knows he's not asleep. John must feel Frank's eyes on him because he opens his eyes and looks right back at Frank, smiling a little. He scoots over until he's laying against the other man, reaching up for another kiss, running his hand over the broad chest. He shifts again, and grimaces a little, and Frank frowns.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No. Just a little sore, nothing to worry about," John says smiling. "Good kinda sore. Like the day after you played a good game," he says cheekily.
Frank raises an eyebrow. "maybe we should put some practicing time on the books then, yeah?"
"Most definitely," John says confidently, then grins. "But we must practice all the positions to stay game fit. Next time? I'm the goalscorer."