A few friendlies and some qualifying, then the rug pulled from under him as he realised that he was too late to replace Rooney, too early to win it off Harry.
So he knocks politely on the gaffers door, waits for permission to enter. He’s still useful in other ways, gaffer asked him what he thought of squad selection, any suggestions, was he happy? Qatar would be here before they knew it.
“..Who is it?” Southgate sounds surprised.
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A rash decision by Hendo, a good few months of introspection
these are two snippets of different fics that I might someday finish?
this is basically this is for @heffer-wen so here you go bby 🩷
1. training wheels
“Hey Hendo, you’re gay right?” were not the words Jordan was expecting to come right out of Jack Greaish’s mouth the first time he saw him approach him at SGP that summer. Which is why he promptly clapped a hand against his mouth (Jack’s, that is) and dragged him to the nearest empty room. Luckily for them, for Jordan mostly, people were just getting settled for arrivals, so most players and staff were still waiting around in the lobby or yet to come, no one paying attention to the boot room or whomever might be lurking inside of it.
“Don’t say those things in public, Jack”
“But you are, right?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t see how that’s any of your business” Hendo says with irritation. “Are you gay?” Jack’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.
“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to figure out!” he says, chirpy.
2. (missing scene)
/////in my head this is a v long story but seeing as the tone came out so light I miiiiight be able to cut it down and finish it. someday.
It’s a rehearsed dance at this point. They know each other so well (do they?).
Their bodies know each other so well.
Hendo is so eager to touch and taste, and pry and probe. Jack is willing to givegivegive.
Jack’s absolutely insane legs, his thick thighs and calves and that bloody arse that condemned him since day one. Jordan’s always been a purveyor of hard squeezes and even harder spankings. It’s okay, Jack says he enjoys the pain.
More so he mentioned it once, and Jordan ran with it.
He gets off on it: the fact that he doesn’t have to be gentle. Not asking for permission, just let his instincts take over and run wild. Maybe he’s a monster? (he is, he definitely is, but he’s too preoccupied with other things to notice).
He gets off with Jack, on Jack, inside Jack, one, two, too many times. He drinks the youth out of him like it’s honey (Jack’s youth is running out, he’s 29 this year, soon he will be a father, and soon he will be 30) For some reason, him being 30 scares Jordan more than him being a father. (When did they start this? It was so long ago. Was Jordan on the brink of greatness or on the brink of insanity?).
They spend the whole day holed up together, only occasionally interrupted by hunger or someone’s bladder. Not even thirst, they’ve been drinking the sweat off each other. (they haven’t, Hendo keeps looting the mini-bar like he’s rich, and he is).
“So… what happened?” Jack purrs in his ear
///okay this doesn't make Jacky sound mean at all but I swear he makes Hendo almost cry later. Do with that what you will!
