Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
Title: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Haste to the wedding….
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: Let me not to the marriage of true minds, Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:
Sometimes, Sean mused, he wished his lover wasn’t quite so specific. Sometimes he wishes his lover was a regular guy. A regular Dominant, a regular Master, why did he have to fall in love with a guy for whom nothing was ever ... regular.
His eye was drawn to a photograph of them together. It was a birthday party a few years ago; they had been having the sort of difficulties that any long term lovers who worked so intensely went through.
"That’s it then,” Orlando had decided. “Enough of this, from now on, we work turn and turn about and we never spend any more than a week apart.”
“But ‘Lan, she was flirting, I wasn’t going to do anything,” Sean wanted this to be about them. Not because Orlando had caught a very beautiful Domme trying to “persuade” him to spend the night.
“You numpty, I know that,” Orlando blinked at him. “Why settle for milk when you’ve got cream at home?” he had absolute faith in Sean and that made Sean glow with happiness.
“So how…” he was interrupted.
“We don’t take jobs that separate us and I am staying right here until you’ve finished the shoot and then you’ll come with me to do Pirates. Bollocks to this being apart shite. It sucks; it makes you miserable and me miserable. Now hurry up and come, otherwise we’re gonna be late and we’ll never hear the last of it …”
And that’s what they’d done. From that moment on, they’d barely been parted beyond a week, maybe two at the most. And for all the bollocks talked about the paparazzi et al, they’d managed to live a quiet life together, travelling with one another and being very happy.
Typical Orlando, he wanted Sean’s cock in his arse when he proposed. So a couple of days after the Incident of the Traffic Warden, Orlando was out and Sean set to.
First off he had risen up exceptionally early, driven over to Covent Garden Flower Market and filled the car with an amazing array of scented blooms. Then he hid the car in the garage, waiting for Orlando to go off to meet his mother for lunch and a movie. He liked seeing her on a weekday when the restaurants and cinemas were quieter. Sean didn’t usually go, lest they attracted unwanted attention.
The moment Orlando had gone, Sean sprung into action.
~~
“Hey baby,” slamming the door behind him, Orlando poked his head around the living room door. Nope no sign of Sean. He went out into the garden, looked in the shed, nope, not there either.
“Where are you?” he called. He knew Sean was in the house, he always knew when he wasn’t, the place felt empty.
Heading up the stairs which he took two at a time, he burst into their bedroom and almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Sean.
“How on earth …” he couldn’t believe his eyes. His beloved was naked, the soft skin around his cock as smooth as only Tatiana their waxing lady could achieve. That wasn’t what had made Orlando stop in his tracks. It wasn’t even the flowers; it wasn’t the soft music playing in the background.
No. What had got to Orlando was more fundamental than that.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, beginning to undress, peeling his clothes off and dropping them on the floor. .
A flush of colour spread over Sean’s face. Not because he was embarrassed, he wasn’t embarrassed, he was just happy to know he could still please his lover, that he could still have this effect on Orlando.
“So are you,” he replied, his expression so tender, it made Orlando want to cry.
“We don’t do this enough,” Orlando was across the room, and lying on top of Sean, pausing before he kissed his lover, the man he intended to spend the rest of his life with. “Just us,” he paused to lick Sean’s lower lip, suck on it lightly. “Making love,” he added, biting a little because he knew Sean wanted it so.
Passing him the lube, Sean was already hard, he loved having Orlando inside him, loved being inside Orlando.
“Will you fist me again soon?” he asked watching as Orlando kneeled up, the better to prep himself slowly and thoroughly, squirming against the intrusion but loving the look of raw need in Sean’s eyes.
“Soon yes,” Orlando couldn’t wait. But that was for later, this was now, this was what was important. “Go slow baby,” he whispered and lifted his hips. He waited while Sean guided his cock to nudge at his hole. Slow was important. They hadn’t done this for months.
“Oh god,” Orlando was so tight, so very tight, Sean whimpered as he watched him lowering himself as slowly as he could until he was buried up to the hilt.
They stayed where they were, until Sean was sure, really sure that Orlando was ready. Slowly he raised himself up, now Orlando was filled with his cock, held securely by strong arms.
“Orlando, I love you as much, no I love you more than I did when you first claimed me, more than when we decided we couldn’t bear to be apart and more than when we decided never to spend more than a couple of weeks away from each other. Please Orlando? Will you marry me?”
“Yes … Yes of course I will, now please Sean will you fuck me, fucking me hard, fuck me until I can feel your come dripping out of me,” Orlando was such a romantic.
~~
“You did mean it?” later they were laying in bed, drinking champagne, Sean’s head on Orlando’s chest. “We are going to get married, well get a civil partnership aren’t we?”
“About as much chance of us not getting hitched as there is of my supporting Leeds next season…”
That was good enough for Orlando, more than good enough. And for all that 99.9% of the time, he was as sure as sure could be, he had his moments when he too needed a little reassurance. He smiled and dropped a kiss on the blond hair tickling his nose. Tomorrow he was going to buy Sean a diamond ring, well two diamond rings, one for his finger and one for his cock.
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Haste to the wedding….
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: Let me not to the marriage of true minds, Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:
Sometimes, Sean mused, he wished his lover wasn’t quite so specific. Sometimes he wishes his lover was a regular guy. A regular Dominant, a regular Master, why did he have to fall in love with a guy for whom nothing was ever ... regular.
His eye was drawn to a photograph of them together. It was a birthday party a few years ago; they had been having the sort of difficulties that any long term lovers who worked so intensely went through.
"That’s it then,” Orlando had decided. “Enough of this, from now on, we work turn and turn about and we never spend any more than a week apart.”
“But ‘Lan, she was flirting, I wasn’t going to do anything,” Sean wanted this to be about them. Not because Orlando had caught a very beautiful Domme trying to “persuade” him to spend the night.
“You numpty, I know that,” Orlando blinked at him. “Why settle for milk when you’ve got cream at home?” he had absolute faith in Sean and that made Sean glow with happiness.
“So how…” he was interrupted.
“We don’t take jobs that separate us and I am staying right here until you’ve finished the shoot and then you’ll come with me to do Pirates. Bollocks to this being apart shite. It sucks; it makes you miserable and me miserable. Now hurry up and come, otherwise we’re gonna be late and we’ll never hear the last of it …”
And that’s what they’d done. From that moment on, they’d barely been parted beyond a week, maybe two at the most. And for all the bollocks talked about the paparazzi et al, they’d managed to live a quiet life together, travelling with one another and being very happy.
Typical Orlando, he wanted Sean’s cock in his arse when he proposed. So a couple of days after the Incident of the Traffic Warden, Orlando was out and Sean set to.
First off he had risen up exceptionally early, driven over to Covent Garden Flower Market and filled the car with an amazing array of scented blooms. Then he hid the car in the garage, waiting for Orlando to go off to meet his mother for lunch and a movie. He liked seeing her on a weekday when the restaurants and cinemas were quieter. Sean didn’t usually go, lest they attracted unwanted attention.
The moment Orlando had gone, Sean sprung into action.
~~
“Hey baby,” slamming the door behind him, Orlando poked his head around the living room door. Nope no sign of Sean. He went out into the garden, looked in the shed, nope, not there either.
“Where are you?” he called. He knew Sean was in the house, he always knew when he wasn’t, the place felt empty.
Heading up the stairs which he took two at a time, he burst into their bedroom and almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Sean.
“How on earth …” he couldn’t believe his eyes. His beloved was naked, the soft skin around his cock as smooth as only Tatiana their waxing lady could achieve. That wasn’t what had made Orlando stop in his tracks. It wasn’t even the flowers; it wasn’t the soft music playing in the background.
No. What had got to Orlando was more fundamental than that.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, beginning to undress, peeling his clothes off and dropping them on the floor. .
A flush of colour spread over Sean’s face. Not because he was embarrassed, he wasn’t embarrassed, he was just happy to know he could still please his lover, that he could still have this effect on Orlando.
“So are you,” he replied, his expression so tender, it made Orlando want to cry.
“We don’t do this enough,” Orlando was across the room, and lying on top of Sean, pausing before he kissed his lover, the man he intended to spend the rest of his life with. “Just us,” he paused to lick Sean’s lower lip, suck on it lightly. “Making love,” he added, biting a little because he knew Sean wanted it so.
Passing him the lube, Sean was already hard, he loved having Orlando inside him, loved being inside Orlando.
“Will you fist me again soon?” he asked watching as Orlando kneeled up, the better to prep himself slowly and thoroughly, squirming against the intrusion but loving the look of raw need in Sean’s eyes.
“Soon yes,” Orlando couldn’t wait. But that was for later, this was now, this was what was important. “Go slow baby,” he whispered and lifted his hips. He waited while Sean guided his cock to nudge at his hole. Slow was important. They hadn’t done this for months.
“Oh god,” Orlando was so tight, so very tight, Sean whimpered as he watched him lowering himself as slowly as he could until he was buried up to the hilt.
They stayed where they were, until Sean was sure, really sure that Orlando was ready. Slowly he raised himself up, now Orlando was filled with his cock, held securely by strong arms.
“Orlando, I love you as much, no I love you more than I did when you first claimed me, more than when we decided we couldn’t bear to be apart and more than when we decided never to spend more than a couple of weeks away from each other. Please Orlando? Will you marry me?”
“Yes … Yes of course I will, now please Sean will you fuck me, fucking me hard, fuck me until I can feel your come dripping out of me,” Orlando was such a romantic.
~~
“You did mean it?” later they were laying in bed, drinking champagne, Sean’s head on Orlando’s chest. “We are going to get married, well get a civil partnership aren’t we?”
“About as much chance of us not getting hitched as there is of my supporting Leeds next season…”
That was good enough for Orlando, more than good enough. And for all that 99.9% of the time, he was as sure as sure could be, he had his moments when he too needed a little reassurance. He smiled and dropped a kiss on the blond hair tickling his nose. Tomorrow he was going to buy Sean a diamond ring, well two diamond rings, one for his finger and one for his cock.