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POV: Follow on from Thinking Bout You, Cinema, Rude Boy & Do I Wanna Know? (One-shots can be found on wattpad) – John finds himself in Qatar, trying to focus on the World Cup but all he can seem to focus on is her.

Contains: Mature Language 18+

Word Count: 5.9k

Music Choice: Tiesto – The Business

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England vs Iran

The song played out around the arena as the crowd roared. Thousands of faces looking towards them all, but he felt like everyone's eyes were on him. He could hear this eruption of shouting, chanting, clapping, it was overwhelming to start with, but he knew he needed to block them out.

"Let's get down, lets get down to business" carried on playing as he stretched, he didn't need to be pulling his hamstring once again.

John looked to his left towards Harry, a vacant expression cast over his face as John shouted him "H?".

He snapped back into reality looking towards John, he gave him a nod. He was in the zone. Behind him he heard the familiar holler from Pickford. He looked over his shoulder, Jordan pointing at his temples, telling him to concentrate. He knew what he was doing, he didn't need anyone telling him anything, he was more concerned about those around him.

He looked to his right and then his left, he cricked his neck. He took one more glance over the remaining team, everyone seemed ready, everyone was raring to go and as the countdown goes down to 1 and the whistle is blown he gets into the zone.

*

The half time whistle blew, and he could feel the surge of energy off the other players as they walked towards the tunnel. 3-0 up and no goals conceded, he looked towards Harry who looked knackered but managed to flash a smile at him. He was glad he had him by his side, especially during this tournament.

As they made their way through into the England changing room area he looked up and spotted her, she was stood looking at her laptop, like she usually was, checking the content so far and making sure it was 'Instagram worthy' whatever that meant.

She didn't even look up when he entered the room, heading towards his seat. He slumped into the bench as he drank the bottle of blue liquid that had been passed to him. He rested his elbows on his knees as he took in a few deep breaths, it was only another 45, if they could do that in the first half then he had every faith that they could do the same in the second half.

He just had to tell himself to not make any silly mistakes, although as he glanced to the seat next to him, he thought if he had anyone to worry about it would usually be him. But Harry was playing an incredible match so far, so he had this positive feeling, the kind of feeling he didn't like playing with.

Gareth always told them not to get complacent, not to think they could win it, as when they switched off that's when silly mistakes would happen, so he had to push his feelings to the back of his mind and go out there like he did at the start of the 90. He also knew if he did fuck up at all that Jordan would be the first one to kick off at him, and he really didn't fancy having Pickford scream at him for the whole hour coach journey home.

When he looked up she was gone, she wasn't stood where she had been. But he needed to not focus on that, he needed no distractions, that's what they had decided.

Although he would be lying if he said she hadn't been on his mind since being out here in Qatar. It was complicated. When they first slept with each other in the summer before the Euros he thought it was a bit of a fun, he liked the thrill of fucking someone he shouldn't, and he knew they both would get into trouble. Then during the Euro's, they hooked up a few more times and since then it had become a bit more frequent. He had liked the idea of having someone as like a sure thing, he knew that they would fuck and he knew he could do all the things he fantasied with her, in a way he had control when he was with her.

But things had changed recently. He could feel that control slipping. This had all started after the goal video, when he went back to hers, after that night he couldn't get her off his mind.

What was wrong with him?

He was so used to being the lad who would shag them and send them packing and he had been doing that with her for a couple of years, but it felt wrongdoing that now, he felt more for her. Then he turned up to hers before they had to leave for Qatar. He had come up with a little white lie, he told her he had to pick some stuff up from City and even though that was technically true, the team had offered for someone to drop it to John's.

But his mind couldn't stop thinking about her, so he took the trip himself, ended up at hers and found himself admitting to her that he had been thinking about her recently. And since they had been away it had become even harder.

He didn't want to get soppy about it, but he thought he might actually see something with her. She was a really sound girl, she had top quality banter and she made all the lads heads turn, he knew he was lucky the first time he looked into her eyes as she came, that he got to experience this with her.

He had let slip to Kyle about it the other night, although Kyle admitted that he had heard them fucking once before and said he wasn't blind. But Kyle reiterated the same words that she said to John when they found themselves alone in the canteen on the first night "We are here for the World Cup, we can't have any distractions, this has to be the focus, for now"

But the problem was, he couldn't and didn't want to get her off his mind. She was probably more of a distraction now, not being close to him, than if they had just stayed as they were.

"Right c'mon lads" shouted Kane as the rest of the boys got to their feet, John zoning himself back in. He would have loved to hear her say 'good luck Stonesy' like she normally would, but she was nowhere to be seen and he knew in this moment he needed to push this out of his mind.

*

As John trudged into the tunnel he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, how the fuck could he concede that penalty at the end?

He thought everyone else would be mad at him but even Pickford had said to him that it wasn't his fault, but it still didn't stop him from beating himself up. He didn't even want to go out and see his family. He knew his mum would give him that smile that made him feel like a child again and his sister would probably rib him for the penalty, but he wasn't ready for the jokes to start yet.

He kicked his boots off, pulled his shin pads down and discarded his socks. He pulled his sliders out and placed them on his feet as he stood up, looking at his sweaty mess of curls in the little mirror.

"Well done Stonesy" he heard her voice cut through the sounds of the music blaring out around the changing rooms and the lads shouting and chatting.

"Thanks" he said as he turned around to look at her, the white England shirt she had on was tucked into her high-waisted jeans, it hugged her body just right "still didn't keep a clean sheet though" he admitted as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Just let yourself enjoy the win tonight, work on that tomorrow" she smiled, the same smile that he had seen when he woke up next to her just over a week ago before Qatar.

"I'll try" he said with a shrug, still feeling like he needs to sulk, just to punish himself enough.

"Enjoy the celebrations" she said as she turned away and headed towards Mason and Declan to get a photo for the grid, they actually had smiles on their faces, so no wonder she wanted a picture of them and not him with his bottom lip almost quivering.

"C'mon lad" shouted Kyle towards John "families are waiting" he said as they headed outside, time to face the happy faces.

*

After plenty of hugs from his mum and a squeeze from his dad, he had felt a bit more positive about the night. He also felt like himself again as he boarded the coach. Kyle stepped on in front of him first and stopped by the seats behind her, smirking as he pointed towards the window seat "in you get pal" he winked as John slunk into the seat.

Kyle had thought about teasing him on the journey to the hotel, he knew what he said about distractions but with a day off tomorrow he thought it would be the best time to annoy him without it affecting his game. However, before they even made it onto the main road Kyle was snoring away.

John leant his head against the glass window, looking out on the Qatar road, but his eyes fell onto her reflection, her phone lighting up her face as she scrolled aimlessly. He thought he'd test the water, running his fingers towards the back of her seat, before moving them to the edge closest the window and brushing them up and down her shoulder blade.

She shuddered slightly and he couldn't help but smirk when she didn't move away. He danced his fingers down lower, under the hem of her sleeve. He needed to make a note to have a go at her later about why she wasn't wearing a STONES shirt. He knows she wouldn't have been able to wear it without people giving her some funny looks, and besides if anyone asked if something was going on with them what would they say?

'We just fuck each other senseless a handful of times a year then go back to being nothing for the rest'

'She lets me use her body however I want, and I make her moan out my name so sweetly but the rest of the time she's my mate'

'We started off fucking but now it could be something more'

He wasn't sure what to say, although the last thought was probably closest to how he felt at the moment. He didn't know why it changed. He had been quite happy walking around like he owned the place, like he owned her, telling her what to do, what he wanted to do to her and then living out whatever dirty thoughts were going through his head.

He still felt that way now, he still felt like he could pin her up against the wall, hand lightly around her throat as he fucked her into next week. He still knew if he dragged her into a room and told her to get on her knees, her innocent eyes would be looking up at him, tongue sat flat out while he thrusted his dick in and out of her mouth. He was sure that if he whispered in her ear how badly he wanted her that there would be a pool forming in her underwear and she would be happy to oblige in whatever way possible.

But the problem was that even though he still felt like that, he also wanted to hold her afterwards. Not like at the beginning where they would practically separate, with no words spoken the second after they had both cum. He wanted to spend lazy mornings in bed with her, brushing the hair from her face, tracing circles upon her skin. He wanted to sit and have dinner with her, talking about their days, what they had been up to and share inside jokes. He wanted to look after her, he wanted to care for her, he wanted to be the one who could make her body shake and lose control but then protect her and keep her safe.

He's dragged back from his thoughts when he feels her fingers brush against his, obvious that he has tickled her by the jerking move she makes. But instead of moving his hand he hooks his finger around hers and she hooks hers around his as they continue the rest of the journey to the hotel holding onto each other in some way.

*

John had tried to get their little moment on the coach home out of his head. When the coach stopped outside of the hotel she was the first to pull away, standing to her feet, not having to crouch unlike him as she looked around at him. He smiled at her and licked his lips as he saw the way her smile made her cheeks crease up, the way they did when he would make her laugh about something.

Then she was gone, exiting the bus with some of the other back-room staff and heading towards the bar. John had thought of following her, but under the watchful eye of Southgate all the players headed towards their rooms. He was happy for them to celebrate; he gave them time with their families tonight which they were ever so grateful for but he wasn't going to sit there and let the team get wasted when they had a day of recovery tomorrow. It was the first match after all, they had a long way left to go.

John had been sent to his room, physically by Kyle. He had been sat in with him, going over why the Ref was a knob for giving them the penalty, how angry he was that he didn't manage to keep a clean sheet, how he knew people would be looking at him back home as being the weak link in the defence and he couldn't stand it.

With each of these points Kyle just nodded, he wanted rid of him if he was being honest, he didn't want to sit and listen to him wallowing, they should be buzzing tonight. He knew Annie would be Face Timing any minute once she had gotten the kids to bed, and however comfortable he felt around his team mate, he didn't think the idea of having a bit of phone sex with John's mundane tone droning in the background would really be a turn on for him, or Annie for that matter.

He shoved him out the door, passing him the pot of Pringles he had helped himself too "Listen you can either go back to your room and cry yourself to sleep like the miserable git you are" he said as John frowned at him, just proving his point further "or you can go and find the person we know you really want to talk to tonight" he lowered his tone as he spoke "and fuck all that anger out and hopefully slap a smile on your face"

John didn't like to be told what to do but before he could respond Kyle had shut the door, his phone ringing behind him. And to be honest Kyle was right. John didn't want to be sat in Kyle's room moaning about things, he didn't want to analyse where he felt he went wrong or what he could have done to make things better. He wanted to just forget the technical side of things tonight and just get rid of this pent-up frustration. And that was exactly what she used to always do for him.

He could feel himself harden slightly as he thought about the way he got sent off during the Nation's League. The red card was shown, and he saw red himself. He thought the Ref was a complete prick, the whole situation was fixed in his eyes and his blood was boiling, his veins pulsing.

He had walked off down the tunnel as he clocked her, she was stood just inside, leaning against the wall. She had gone in as soon as he got his red card, she knew he would be livid, so she excused herself from the media area. He glared at her as he approached, no words spoken but his hand reached down and gripped her wrist tightly as he dragged her with him.

He pulled her into the shower block, the only sound between them was John's heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down. He had well and truly taken his anger out on her that day, and she was in her absolute element. She loved that wild look in his eye as he stared at her. She loved the way he clenched his jaw as he positioned her how he wanted, her back pushed against the cold tile walls, his body towering over hers. She most of all loved the filthy words that fell from his lips like the sweetest poetry. She loved it all.

By the time John had finished making her cum for the second time and coming down from his own high it was like all the anger he had felt had subsided, it was more manageable. He leant down and kissed her lightly on her lips as they both parted, John to take a shower before the team headed in and for her to make her way back out towards the tunnel to get the players reactions. Trying to act as normal, not to draw suspicion and certainly not to get caught out.

But right at this moment in Qatar he didn't care about the level of privacy he needed to keep when it came to him and her, he didn't care that it wouldn't be 'normal' for him to be wandering around outside of her hotel room. All he cared about was seeing her, was relieving this tension and as Kyle said slapping a smile on his face.

*

She had told herself she would just have one when she got back to the hotel, however one turned into two, which then it turned into some shots and before she knew it she was singing 'Sweet Caroline' at the top of her lungs while jumping around in a circle.

She had decided to call it a night and headed up to her room, feeling that beautifully tipsy feeling as she took a step out of the lift, turning right towards her room. She walked with purpose to her door, tapping her key card and letting herself in. The warm Doha air filled the room, with her balcony doors still slightly ajar. She threw her small bag down, having discarded her laptop bag when she got back to the hotel earlier, as her phone fell out.

That's when she noticed the missed messages. She had been having too much fun celebrating that she hadn't even taken the time out to look at any of her notifications.

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iMessage

JS

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You in your room? X

I'm coming up x

Are you asleep coz I've knocked? x

Guessing you are still in the bar, let me know when you are back x

Darling I need you right now x

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She could feel her body drip slightly at the last message. They had never been one for pet names, not when they weren't having sex. The only time he had called her 'Darling', when they weren't getting hot and heavy, was a week ago at hers when he told her he had been thinking of her. She couldn't help but anticipate what he wanted to do, specifically what he wanted to do to her, and she picked up her phone to reply.

As she had started typing out her message there was a knock at the door, she discarded her phone on the bed once more and walked towards the closed door. One look through the spy hole assured her that she was right with who it was out there.

The door opened with a quiet click as she saw him stood looking at her. He had changed since the last time she saw him. A peach t-shirt sat loosely upon his body and a pair of quite short Nike shorts were rudely hiding his toned and perfect thighs. She swallowed heavily at the sight in front of her, she could feel all her resolve failing.

When she was sober she was strong enough to tell him what she felt was right and wrong, she was able to put their careers first and act accordingly. She could be level headed and practical and make sure that they were careful with anything they were doing, and only doing it at a time that didn't hinder either of them.

Of course, it had taken her a while to get this strong. When they first started hooking up she was sure all he had to do was mutter her name and her underwear would be off and thrown across the room. She had been so desperate for him back then, not that she wasn't now, but in a different way.

It was all so new, so exciting so she was desperate to feel what it would be like to be with someone like him. To feel him on her, to feel him in her, to feel lucky enough that he had chosen to fuck her. However, as time went on she was desperate for him in the way that a person becomes hooked on a TV show, she knew how good it was, but she wanted more, she didn't want to be left on a cliff-hanger, she just wanted to have all the good bits straight away, she wanted to be selfish and binge it all. And even after she did, she couldn't get enough.

And that's where she was right now. It was like she could never get enough of him; she couldn't get enough of the way he would look at her while his hand would caress her cheek, his eyes varying in shades of blue, green and grey depending on the light. She couldn't get enough of the way his tongue would lick across his plump lips, how inviting his kiss was, how it was like a rehearsed scene, their lips moulding together as one.

And most of all she couldn't get enough of the feeling of him filling her up, the way his eyes would crease up in pleasure, the way her name would roll out of his mouth like a chant, all the way to his climax.

She was worried that this was a slippery slope that they were on, but it was one she didn't want to get off of. But, when she was sober she was happy to take a break half way down the slope for the sake of the team.

However now she was slightly tipsy her inhibitions were out of the window. Everything she knew she shouldn't do was a thrill to her, everything she told herself she couldn't do was a challenge. And seeing him stood in front of her, outside of her room, in close proximity, knowing how much he wants her by the darkness of his eyes and the stoic look upon his face, and she wants him. She is sure sober her would not be impressed with her subsequent actions.

"Stonesy" she said as she moved aside to let him into her room properly "and what do I have this pleasure of seeing you here at this time of night" she chuckles to herself as she closes the door behind him, turning round to enter the room.

However, she couldn't move. She was faced almost square on with his chest, he had walked in only a couple of steps before stopping and turning back round. He watched the way she shut the door, the little laugh that left her lips, his eyes gazing down her back, towards her ass perfectly hugged in her jeans. He was full of lust, having been sat in his own room waiting for her, lazily palming himself over thoughts of the two of them.

"Need you" he whispered to her as his left hand came to rest on the wooden door, while his right hand cupped her jaw harshly, tilting her face up to look at him. He lent down slightly as he spoke, boxing her in, feeling her breath upon his skin.

She was thinking of something funny to say, but her eyes looked up at his and she was sure she could cum on the spot by just looking him. His hair was overly curly from his post match shower, his lips were pulled into the perfect cupid's bow that looked so kissable and his biceps were practically bulging out of his t-shirt sleeves.

Before another word could be said he leant forward, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. A battle for dominance that he always won anyway as his lips parted her mouth more. His tongue slipped effortlessly inside of her mouth as she licked back against his.

He moaned at the feeling of her body pressed up against his, his hard-on rubbing against her hip as he grinds on her. He needed to feel some friction, some kind of feeling where he wanted her most. She could tell this though, of course she could, they had been doing this for so long now she knew him like the back of her hand, as she reached down and palmed him through his shorts.

"Fuck" he choked out as he broke away from their kiss, glancing down at the way her hand effortlessly moves over his clothed crotch.

He reaches down and lifts her up, her legs wrapping round his waist as he walks her to the bed, throwing her down as her body bounces. Her boobs shake slightly, in the tight England Shirt and he feels more pre-cum leak out of his tip.

"Undo them" he barks at her, gesturing to her jeans as she does as she is told. She pops the button and then pulls down the zip, dragging them down her thighs as John grips them at her ankles and yanks them off.

"I want you naked" he orders her as she leans up and pulls the England shirt off, then her bra and then her underwear, leaving her laying completely naked and vulnerable while he stands still fully clothed.

He knew he felt differently about her, and he was sure she could tell that too. He knew that she would possibly be aware that for him this was starting to become more than just sex, that he was losing the control he so desperately craved. So, when he had the option to have her stripped naked for him, laying, looking up at him like a desperate whore, begging to be touched or fucked he was going to take the chance. He felt in charge, he felt in control of her.

He slowly pulled his shirt over his head as he watched her "touch yourself for me" he instructed as he threw the shirt to the side. His rippling abs now on show as he watched her lick her lips.

She always found herself become more turned on the second she saw him topless; it had gotten her into trouble on more occasions than none when he had stripped off during a training session she was recording. And he knew it had that effect on her. However, with the words he just said, the sight of him naked and her hand now slowly circling her swollen clit she was sure she wouldn't last that long tonight.

She ran a finger down her slick folds, moaning as she watched John pry the shorts away from his hips and pull them down, revealing the lack of boxers that she could feel from her light petting only a few minutes ago. She could see he looked rock hard; he looked like he was aching to be touched as she dipped a finger inside of herself as he stood there and watched.

He was mesmerised by the way her finger would disappear so easily inside her entrance, the wet sounds echoing around, along with the soft moans that fell from her lips. He pumped himself up and down a couple of times, groaning at the feeling of his palm and watching her pleasure herself. But he soon couldn't take it any longer.

"Get on your knees and face the other way" he moaned as she withdrew her finger from herself and held it up. His hand wrapped around her wrist as he bought his face down lower, drawing her finger inside of his warm mouth and licking it clean. She tasted so sweet, so perfect.

She did as she was told, positioning herself on all four's facing the other way as she felt a hand on her hip. Then she felt the tip of his thick dick teasing against her entrance, but before she could adjust to the sensation he sunk himself balls deep within her.

He wasn't messing about tonight, he needed to fuck his anger out, he needed to fuck out the overwhelming feeling that he wanted more than just her body. He slammed his hips forward and picked up an unrelenting pace as she cried out loudly.

His one hand still gripped her hip tightly while his other one came round to the front of her neck, squeezing slightly "Do you want everyone to hear what a whore you are?" he snarled at her as he drove his cock hard into her "hear how well you take my dick?" he moaned at his own words as he felt her clench around him, she was close and he knew that.

He moved faster now, he wanted them to cum together, he wanted to experience it all with her. When they first started doing this he didn't really care too much about it. Of course, he wanted to make her cum, and he did every time which he was quite proud of. But it didn't matter to him whether or not it was at the same time.

But now, after experiencing the feeling of when they both come undone at the same time, he doesn't think he could tire of it. So as the sweat forms on his forehead and his hips snap upwards, his hand that was on her neck is now on her shoulder pushing her face into the duvet beneath her, he chases their highs.

Skin slapping on skin can be heard, along with the little moans and profanities that leave their mouths as they can both feel themselves about to give everything.

"I'm gonna cum" she cracks first as she pants and moans, her legs shaking and her walls squeezing him, pulling him over the edge with her.

"Fuck" he manages to choke out as he shoots stream after stream of white cum into her tight hole, pushing it in deeper with every stroke, until he stills, enjoying the feeling of how he fits so perfectly inside of her until he withdraws.

She lays face down into the duvet, completely spent and completely satisfied, not really sure of the world around her, except for the fact that she knows she will never get tired of this.

*

The first streaks of sunlight shine through the pulled curtains, the aircon in the room keeping it at the right temperature, not too cool, not too hot as John moves from his back and turns onto his side.

After they had fucked last night he knew he needed to go back to his room, he knew he needed to clean himself up and get back in the zone for the England Camp, he knew he needed to push this all to the back of his mind. However, he didn't want to do any of that.

He didn't want to leave her laying blissfully happy in bed, looking so beautiful like she always did after she came. He didn't want to go back to an empty hotel room, an empty bed, when he could lay and hear her light snore throughout the night. He didn't want to wake up to his standard semi with only himself for company when he could open his eyes and see her sleeping peacefully beside him.

So that's what he did. And now with the faint light shining through he lay watching her still sleeping, her lips looking plump as they sit slightly parted, her hair all messy on her head, the faint marks of where his hand sat upon her neck still visible too. She was just as beautiful now as she was when he had the post-sex daze, even beating how she looked at the stadium last night, if anything she was more beautiful, because this version of her, only he got to see.

He didn't know what this was all starting to mean for them both, he didn't know if outside of the England Camp they could make a go of things, he also didn't know if she even wanted that. But what he did know as his fingers lightly brushed some loose strands from her face as he watched her intently was that she was right about one thing.

He needed to focus on the World Cup, he needed to give all his energy going forward to that. That didn't mean he couldn't maybe wake up with her on another couple of mornings or have a cheeky fuck in some hidden away space. But he needed to not allow thoughts of them to cloud up his mind, that could be thought about and dealt with when he got home. But for now, it was time to get down to business.

Look at those thighs!!!! The man suits the training kit and a tan.

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