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johnny boy ~ john stones 1

i had been the physio at manchester city for a couple of years now, and i had grown close to all the boys i had worked closely with in this time. john was back in with me after returning from an ankle injury that took him off the field for the rest of the season. "morning!" he called, strutting into the room with a grin on his face. "hey." i smiled, looking up at him momentarily as stood in front of my desk for a moment. "you know the drill, johnny boy." i smirked, my eyes still not leaving the paperwork i was filling in. "yeah, yeah." he groaned as he walked towards the examination table.
i put my pen down, making my way towards the man, who was currently staring at me. "how's it feeling?" i asked, my focus now on his foot. "tight." he hummed, his eyes not once leaving mine. "okay, so we've got a lot of work to do then." i sighed looking up at him. "do you reckon i'll be able to play again soon?" he asked, a look of concern plastered on his face. "depends on how hard you choose to work it." i pointed out, signalling him to lay down. while i was applying pressure to his ankle in different angles, i tried not to meet his eye, until i noticed him wincing. "that hurts?" i asked, taking a mental note of how i had his ankle. he nodded, sighing. "this is gonna take forever to heal fully, isn't it?" he asked, chewing his lip. i nodded. "it was a serious injury john, it's going to take time." i informed him, as he sat up, his eyes not once leaving mine. "promise you'll fix it." he said, standing up so his frame now towered over mine. "it's my job to." i reassured him, smiling slightly. he nodded, before moving closer to me, not once breaking the eye contact. i swallowed, my heart rate beginning to increase. he placed one hand on my waist and the other hand on my cheek before leaning down to connect our lips. i wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as both john's hands snaked around the underneath of my thighs, allowing him to lift me up. my legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue began exploring my mouth. i felt john walking backwards, until the backs of his knees hit the side of the examination table, causing him to sit down, his hands now gripping my waist again. when we pulled away for air, i sighed, smiling at the man. "you're driving me mad." he pointed out, smirking. "ever since my original injury." he admitted, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. "be mine?" he asked, still slightly breathless. i nodded, smiling. "use your words, love." he grinned. "of course, johnny boy." i smiled, planting a quick kiss on his lips.