Title: Fitting rooms
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word count: 1,301
Disclaimer: All lieeeeeeeeeees
Summary: Frank manages to persuade John to go on a little shopping trip
A/n: The penultimate part of my rainbow challenge, this one is violet (yeah I know I missed out indigo, but I’ll come back to that one, I have a million and one half finished stuff floating around atm, and I wanted to actually complete something before I go away hiking for a week on Wednesday.)

Enjoy and comments are love :)

John rolled his eyes, “God you are the biggest woman I know!”

Frank poked him, “Oi, that’s not true! But please... just come with me”

“No”

“Please”

“No” John was not backing down

“I’ll make it worth your while...”

John raised an eyebrow and Frank knew he’d hit a winner

“I might be able to find a way to reward you” Frank whispered, straight into john’s ear, his hand innocuously rubbing against a certain part of John’s anatomy. Frank laughed and walked to the door, purely by the look on John’s face, Frank knew he’d won, “See you at 11 tomorrow morning them”

John groaned and cursed the fact Frank always knew how to get what he wanted with John, he sighed, Ok so he was having to go shopping tomorrow, but it least it was with Frank, maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all...

*             *             *

The sun was shining as the two men walked down Kings Road the next morning, yet it had no affect on John’s mood, the Chelsea captain was constantly complaining as he walked by his vice’s side.

“Can’t we go get a coffee or something now?” He groaned as Frank dragged him into another store.

“Not ‘til we find the perfect shirt, now shut up and make yourself useful”

John opened his mouth, ready to question the need for a ‘perfect shirt’ when he had fifty million other shirts in his wardrobe, but after an incredibly stern look from Frank, John got the message and got to work browsing the rails.

*          *          *

8 stores, 4 hours and 2 coffees later, and Frank was thoroughly regretting bringing John along, his incessant moaning was showing no signs of stopping, and if he heard him mention his aching legs or tired feet one more time. He would not be responsible for his actions. He came to the department store he was heading for. It’s do or die, he decided, if they didn't stop soon, one of them would kill the other, so this was Frank's last chance saloon.

Finally sensing he was pissing Frank off, John decided to actually try this time, he kind of figured if he found something he could go home quicker, so when entered the large department store, John set about finding a top to perfectly complement his lover. His only problem was he had a dire fashion victim problem, and the virulent concoction of brightly coloured shirts John produced almost made Frank recoil in horror. But he could tell john was being sincere so (mostly out of sympathy) he agreed to try on at least one of them, the violet one looking the most likely option and the least likely to make him look like a walking fluorescent monkey.

Naturally, John followed Frank into the dressing rooms, but was rather disappointed when Frank made him wait outside, Frank’s reminders of the fact they were in public and people were watching, falling on deaf ears. Finally Frank managed to shove John out of his cubicle and shut the door in one swift movement, giving him the privacy to try on the collection of shirts he’d brought with him.

One by one, Frank put on the shirt before slipping out the door and showing it to john, and each time the shirts got steadily worse and worse, too bright, too pale, too baggy, to small, too many pockets, too many buttons, just like every single shirt in every store they’d already been to, nothing looked any good. Finally Frank gave up and told John to wait while he put his top on, and asked him to think if there was anywhere else they hadn’t tried (which there wasn’t of course). But John was having none on of it.

“Hold up Lampsy!” he said, grabbing Frank’s arm, “you haven’t tried on the one I picked out!”

Frank just made a face “Come on, none of the other fitted, might as well assume this one doesn’t either...”

“Nu-uh” John protested, looking and sounding every part the sulky teenager, “You dragged me round with you all day, I’m trying to help you, the least you could do is try on the shirt I pick!” John looked so sincere and upset Frank had to agree to it, rolling his eyes and re-entering the changing room.

As much as Frank didn’t want the shirt to look good, he couldn’t help but think that the colour did rather suit his complexion, and the length framed his shape perfectly, and it did just so happen to fit in all the right places.

His suspicions were confirmed when John’s reaction was just to stare at him, agape, a look of want in his eyes.

“You like it?” Frank asked, suddenly self conscious, but he had no reason to be, as John’s reaction was to check no one was looking before shoving Frank back into the small changing room cubicle and following him in.

John kicked the door closed, as he pushed Frank up against the wall, instantly covering his mouth with his own. A shiver ran through them both as Frank parted his lips to grant John’s tongue full access to the treasure trove within. John’s hands felt the soft fabric of the shirt and the hard warmth of Frank’s body underneath, he slipped a hand under the hem and brought it up to tease one of Frank’s nipples. In reaction Frank bit harshly on John’s bottom lip, causing both men to moan softly in tandem.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice rang out “Excuse me sir, are you alright in there?”

The two men froze, shocked and horror struck, Frank coughed to clear his throat and his mind, “Err yeah sorry, just having some difficulties with the old buttons you know?” He cringed, how pathetic did that sound, who the hell has problems with buttons?!

“I see sir, would you like any assistance?” The voice came again

“Nah I’m alright now mate thanks!” Frank determinedly did not look at John who was biting down furiously on his bottom lip to prevent himself from howling with laughter. Frank just hit him lightly on the shoulder, before shoving him away as he got dressed and re-fold the mass of shirts he’d tried on.

“So you like the shirt then?” John whispered his breath warm against Frank’s ear.

“Yeah, s’good” Frank mumbled begrudgingly, he hated it when John was right and the huge smirk John was sporting was doing nothing to help his mood.

Now came the tricky part, leaving the single cubicle without raising suspicion or being caught. John sneaked out first, walking out like he had no care in the world, of course it wasn’t strange to exit from a cubicle without holding any clothes and walking out, Frank waited a few moments then exited himself, hoping it would seem he’d left from a different cubicle, but the raised eyebrow and disdainful look from the attendant told him otherwise, they most definitely knew they’d been up to something. Not to mention the fact they were both hard was blatantly obvious, despite their attempts to conceal it.

Having bought the shirt, and a few other items he managed to amass, he headed back over to John and the pair made their way through the shop,

“There’s a cafe upstairs we could always visit, you know” Frank said suggestively, but John just gave him an exasperated look,

“I’m horny Lampsy, not hungry” He stressed,

Frank just chuckled at John’s inability to grasp the true meaning of what he’d just suggested, “No you plonker,” He laughed, edging closer to John, so that their shoulder brushed as they walked side by side, “What I meant is that there are toilets where we can, you know, finish business”