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It’s the day after the Croatia match, the first match of the Euros for England, where Jordan Pickford and John Stones are currently sitting in the cafeteria, surrounded by the buzz and positivity of the team. They’d just won against Croatia, starting their first match of the Euros with a bang.
John’s head is resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as the ache of his body from the game takes over.
“You okay there, love?” Jordan questions, unusually soft tone in his voice as his left hand rests on his partner’s head, fingers moving gently as he strokes John’s fluffy hair, whilst Jordan’s other hand holds his phone; scrolling endlessly and aimlessly through some social media platform.
“As good as I’ll ever be.” John replies, smiling softly up at his boyfriend with shining eyes.
Jordan laughs and nods, content with John’s answer as the door of the lounge clicks quietly open, taking both males by surprise as a figure pokes their head into the room.
“Hey, I- uh, sorry if I disturbed you guys...” Ben Chilwell peers into the room, his eyes searching around in search of something it seems, or more accurately, someone , “Have you seen Mason anywhere?”
Jordan can feel John’s body vibrate slightly under him as the younger lets out a short giggle, “You’re always looking for Mason. Do you ever go five minutes without being glued to that man’s side?”
“Could say the same for you.” Ben rolls his eyes playfully, “You’re always attached to Jordan’s side, you romantic fuckers!”
“He says whilst literally looking everywhere for his own boyfriend. ” John replies, raising an eyebrow at his older friend, “You are Mason are sooo-“
“That’s enough!” Jordan puts his hand quickly over John’s mouth, silencing the man before he can continue his sentence, “You two need to stop arguing the whole time, Ben, go and find Mason. I think he’s in the gym somewhere, John, you can-“
But suddenly Jordan feels a wet tongue against his hand and it’s quickly removed from being over John’s mouth, to reveal a grin underneath: “Did you lick my hand?!”
Jordan exclaims, causing John to laugh in response and shake his head unconvincingly, “Maybe…”
“You’re gross,” Jordan sighs and rolls his eyes, turning the attention back in the room towards Ben, standing in the door frame with a disgusted look on his face.
“Riiiiighttt, I think I’ll leave you lads alone then.” Ben backs out of the room, letting the door click shut behind him before sprinting off in the opposite direction, undoubtedly in the direction of the gym, where Jordan had suggested his boyfriend may be.
“I still can’t believe you did that.” Jordan tuts as they’re left alone again, picking up his phone again and logging on.
“Sorry! It was the only way you’d let me go-“
Suddenly, the door to the lounge is swung open again, almost as soon as it shut, banging against the wall as the person who entered pushes it with force.
John and Jordan both jump again, bodys in sync as their eyes rest upon the man stood in the entrance.
“Jordan?!”
“Sorry to disturb you boys, have yous seen Jack anywhere?” Jordan Henderson says hurriedly, leading both John and Jordan Pickford to come to the same conclusion, that he too was looking for his partner.
“Jack? I don’t think so…” John replies, eyes trailing up from his lap to meet Henderson’s eyes, almost trying not to burst out into laughter as he sees how red and flushed he is.
“How long have you been looking for?” Jordan narrows his eyes at the older male, “You look as red as a tomato!”
John snorts with laughter at his boyfriend's comment, watching as Hendo turns from a rosy pink to bright red, shaking his head at the two on the sofa disapprovingly.
“You two need to stop being so smart with me, okay? Learn to have some respect for your elders!”
John and Jordan both giggle at this, knowing that Hendo’s only joking, but they still tell him that Jack Grealish is in the pool room, probably playing a game with Phil or something.
Finally when the door clicks shut once again, John and Jordan look at each other, slightly exasperated as the flustered look of the two men that both entered the room within two minutes of each other
“Oh my God! I swear, we’ll never get any peace in this place.” John starts, hands flying upwards as if to make a point.
Suddenly, the door flies open, and both John and Jordan groan simultaneously as they hear Jesse Lingard’s voice say, “Sorry guys, but have you seen Beans anywhere?”