cleaning out my computer.

[yellowvalley]

Iz bored.  I have three days of work this week because the owner decides we need to cut hours whilst we are slow.  Only one problem.  WE ARE NOT SLOW.  When I'm at work right now I stay so busy I can't even take a lunch break.  I've been an hour late in leaving each day because it takes me that long to finish up my paperwork.  Oh well.  He's leaving to go back home next week and I'm sure everything will go back to normal.  It's not like he notices what's going on unless he's here.

So, I've decided to clean out my computer.  Oh, the things I'm finding.  Pics of people whom I don't know.  Craptastic icons I made forever ago.  
It's actually kind of fun.   Well not really but the alternative is getting dressed and going outside and I don't wanna do that quite yet.  I'll make today my lazy day.

But I did find this fic all typed up and pretty and ready to go.  Normally, I write on pen and paper, and only type things up when I want to post them somewhere.  (Which, really, is never cuz they are all craptastic.  But alas.)  I typed this up two years ago, When my internet access was spotty, so I don't know if I posted it somewhere.  And that kind of scares me :P

It was also, if I remember correctly, supposed to be the beginning of a series, though I can't remember if I typed the rest up or not.  I'll have to go through my notebooks and see if I can find the rest.

It's the Chelsea OTP.  Frank/John.  PG cuz it's the beginning of the series.  Not sure if I gave it a title, it's under the heading of "Begin" in my computer but that could have been just for my reference.  So look it over, and if you remember seeing it somewhere or know where I posted it, drop me a line, yeah?

 

Frank is aware.

All too aware of how John’s eyes lock onto him when John thinks Frank isn’t looking. How he blatantly stares, whether Frank is in mid-conversation with someone, or running during practice, or laughing in the locker room after a match.

Yes, Frank is aware, and very pleased.

He can feel the heat of John’s gaze on him now, as he’s warming up for practice, and talking with Duff about the upcoming game. Knows, without so much as sliding a glance in John’s direction, that John is biting his lip the way he does when he’s contemplating something, trying to find a solution to a particularly bothersome problem. Or trying to make a decision.

Frank gives half and ear to Damien, but he’s inwardly smirking. He knows very well what John has on his mind. He’s thought about it recently, as well.

Thought about how nervous John might be if Frank were to finally meet his stare unflinchingly, letting John know that he knows how he’s been watched these past few weeks. How surprised he might be if Frank takes it upon himself to press their lips together, and give John a chance to finally find out what Frank tastes like. Wonders if John would freeze from shock or submit readily.

Frank often thinks about how fucking beautiful John would be on his knees in front of him, licking and sucking. If John would moan as Frank runs his fingers through his hair, maybe whimper as he gives the strands a good tugging.

Mostly, Frank thinks about how unbelievably wonderful John’s body would feel writhing beneath him. Pushing up against him. Surrounding him. All white hot heat and nearly smothering tightness. Straining muscles and sticky, slippery sweat.

Yes. Since he’s noticed John’s attentions, he’s been thinking about that with frightening frequency.

Damien asks him a question, snapping Frank out of his inner contemplation. He answers, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that he had barely heard a work of what had been said.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he notices John’s attention has been moved to Petr Cech, as they half heartedly kick a ball back and forth while talking.

Frank watches John move for a bit, all fluid movement, quiet strength, and utter control. He comes to a decision.

Next time John is contemplating, Frank is going into action. Walk right up to him, and grab hold. Take control.

Frank recons John wants to be in charge, but Frank has other things in mind.

A whistle blows, and the players start forming a circle around the coaches, ready for instructions. Frank’s eyes are on John, who is focusing on the coach’s instructions.

 

 

John is aware of his gaze. Can feel the way that familiar heat from Frank’s eyes upon him is nearly burning his skin now. Knows it feels different. John smirks inwardly. He hopes Frank won’t take long to make his move now. John’s been waiting far too long.