TITLE : Tales from the England Camp - Part 1
AUTHOR : ManUFan
PAIRING : Steven Gerrard/Frank Lampard
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : The events described below are purely fictitious and do not necessarily reflect the true sexual orientation of either Mr Gerrard or Mr Lampard.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : In recent years, Steven Gerrard has become one of the best young players in English football - for both his club (Liverpool) and his national team. Having played in the 2002 World Cup, he will be hoping to make an impression in the Euro 2004 tournament. He was by far Liverpool's best player in a disappointing 2003/04 season for the club. Frank Lampard has also become a regular in the England team, especially since his move from West Ham United to Chelsea. He too was one of the most influential players for his club in the 2003/04 season.

It was the evening before England's crucial Euro 2004 qualifying match against Turkey in Istanbul. Steven Gerrard was sitting in the hotel restaurant with his team-mate Frank Lampard. The manager had told the team not to go out getting drunk the night before a match, so they had all gone their separate ways. Steven had been getting on well with Frank, so they decided to stick together that evening. They chatted about this and that, while eating their unusual Turkish food.

"Do you like this stuff?" Frank asked, poking the food with his fork.

"Nah not really", Steven replied, "I'm more of a fish and chip man myself".

"You'd better not let the boss hear you say that", Frank said.

They both laughed. The topic of conversation soon changed to women.

"So how's the girlfriend then?" Steven asked.

Frank paused and tried hard to come up with an answer. He didn't want to keep lying.

"I haven't got a girlfriend", was all he could come up with.

Steven looked surprised. On their last trip with England, to Liechtenstein,

Frank had told him all about this lovely young lady he was seeing and how well they were getting on.

"Oh right, sorry. Did you two break up?"

""I didn't have a girlfriend in the first place", Frank sighed.

"But why would you lie about that? You're not ... er ... you know ... "

"Gay?" Frank helped him out. Steven nodded his head. "And what if I was?

Would you nover speak to me again? Try to avoid me in case I jumped on you?"

"No, nothing like that", Steven said, "I woun't sit here and tell you I haven't had my share of homosexual experiences in my time, 'cos I would be lying. So, are you then?"

"I don't know. I've been really confused lately. I just don't know".

Steven leaned across the table and whispered, so that other people wouldn't hear.

"Why don't you come up to my room and I'll help you decide".

"What?" Frank wanted to make sure he had heard him right.

"You heard what I said. The offer's there, you can either take it or leave it".

There was no doubt that Frank was interested.

"But won't Michael be there?" Steven, as usual, was sharing a room with the stunning Michael Owen.

"He's gone out somewhere, and he won't be back for ages. Come on, I know you want to".

"I do, but I just wouldn't know what to do!"

"Don't worry about that, I'll teach you".

Frank finally nodded his head, and the pair got up from the table and hurried out.

* * *

Steven took Frank's hand as they walked down the empty corridor.

"You're palms are sweaty", he commented.

"Yeah I know, I'm just a bit nervous that's all", Frank explained.

"There's no need, you'll be fine".

The reached Steven's room and he turned the key in the door. They walked into a huge room, way better than the one Frank was sharing with Joe Cole.

They stood there, facing each other. There were a few moments of awkward silence. Frank didn't want to be the one to make the first move. Finally Steven stepped forward and put his hand on the back of Frank's head.

"Come here", he said, pushing Frank's head towards his.

Their lips touched and they began to kiss. Frank was suddenly overcome with a tingling feeling over his whole body. The softness of Steven's lips, the fresh scent of his aftershave. As they continued to kiss, Steven began to loosen the buttons on Frank's shirt. He slid his hand inside and moved it over Frank's smooth young body. He slid the shirt over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he started to kiss Frank's neck, and then moved down to his chest. He played with Frank's plump red nipples, licking them with his tongue. He moved down further, his tongue gliding over Frank's superb stomach muscles and arriving at the light trail of hair which lead from his belly-button and down into his trousers. He took off Frank's belt and loosened the button. He pulled down the zip and then dragged the trousers over the beautiful muscular legs. Frank was wearing a nice pair of tight white boxers, and there was a huge bulge in the front. Steven tugged them down, revealing Frank's thick, 7-inch cock. Steven quickly took of his shirt and got to work on the cock. First he tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and then he opened his mouth wide and slowly guided the bulging shaft in, gently massaging it with his lips. His face began to turn red as he sucked hard. He pulled his mouth away to catch his breath and then started again. The sound of Frank's groans drifted down from above. A delicious mixture of saliva and salty pre-cum began to swirl round in Steven's mouth. Frank tasted almost as good as Michael, his regular sex partner on their trips away. Steven moved his hand round the back of Frank and started to fell his arse. As he continued to suck hard on the cock, he gently pushed his finger up Frank's hole. Frank gasped as the whole finger went up. It felt good. This is what he had always dreamed about doing since he was about 12 years old. His cock was being massaged by Steven's mouth, and Steven's finger up his arse felt a whole lot better than his own.

He knew that he was about to experience the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

"Ahhh ... fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

Steven pulled his mouth away for the last time, and Frank's cock erupted.

He fired his warm, sticky cum into Steven's open mouth and all over his face. Steven greedily swallowed it and licked up the bits he could reach with his tongue.

"That was fucking good", Frank said, pulling up his boxers and then lying down on the bed. Steven got up from the floor and looked at Frank, his face dripping with cum.

"Fucking hell", Frank laughed, "did that all come out of me?"

"It's very tasty", Steven said, smiling, "better than the food in the restaurant anyway!"

That was something they both agreed on!

"Listen, it's getting late. You can just stay here tonight if you want".

"But won't Michael think it's a bit weird if you've got a naked man in your bed?"

"Well since me and him have been known to have a little fun together, if you know what I mean!"

"God, that would be something worth seeing", Frank said, "you two sexy hunks having a bit of rough and tumble between the sheets".

"I'll tell you something, that Michael Owen is a horny bugger, he doesn't care if it's a man or a woman if it means he's going to have sex! Anyway, I think I'd better go and get cleaned up. Ou try and get some sleep, we need to for tomorrow".

At that, Frank closed his eyes and Steven headed for the bathroom.

On to Part 2