Spain v Russia
Title : Spain v Russia (Group D, game one)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For gattodoro because of Torres…
“Orlando?” Sean sat on the end of the bed. He was pleasantly sore from last night, having been woken up at about 3 by Orlando’s cock ploughing him open and having the most ginormous orgasm that had led to an attack of hayfever and a severe bout of sneezing. Real sex, Sean mused to himself, was sometimes less glamorous than it was supposed to be.
“Yeah?” Orlando was doing his hair in front of the mirror.
“It’s about tonight…”
“What about tonight?”
“I want to watch the match.”
Orlando blinked. “Well yes, I know that, so do Lij and Vig.”
“No they don’t, it’s all gonna turn into a big shagfest and if I can’t watch Spain I swear ‘Lan I am gonna safeword,” Sean looked at his hands.
Now Orlando was well aware when Sean was serious, when he wasn’t messing around, he knew that this was a match Sean really wanted to watch and because he loved the man as well as the boy, he smiled, dropped his hair gel and came to sit astride of Sean’s lap.
“That’s not a problem baby,” he tilted Sean’s chin up and kissed him gently. He loved that Sean cared so passionately. He loved that Sean looked so troubled about what he’d said and he loved that despite their dynamic, Sean was always a strong shoulder for him to lean on, always his defender despite what anyone said about him.
“I love you, ‘Lan,” Sean smiled, his green eyes like emeralds twinkling in the late afternoon sun. They sat there for a long moment, Sean’s hands on Orlando’s hips, their forehead touching.
~~
“I sometimes wonder who’s the Master in your relationship,” Elijah shook his head and grimaced good naturedly. His own boy, his Viggo was sitting quietly at Elijah’s side smiling at Sean who was on his feet and delivering a stream of consciousness, mainly about the brilliance of the double act that was Villa and Torres.
“Yeah, well,” Orlando laughed. “He loved football long before he loved me and this is preferable to last year when the Blades were relegated…”
“Don’t talk about that,” Sean turned around and glared. “It was the worse day of my life…”
Elijah shook his head. “I guess,” even though he would never allow Viggo to behave like this in company, he’d known Sean for as long as Orlando had and he knew as well as any of Sean’s friends just what football meant to him. He couldn’t resist trying to wind Orlando up.
“Fucking hell Vig, look at that, that’s beautiful football,” Sean crouched down, he was alight with excitement and unbeknownst to him both Viggo and Elijah felt a pang for all that leonine beauty that was out of reach. “See how Torres set that goal up for Villa to score. That’s classic football … technique delivered beautifully…”
Orlando sensed something of what Lij and Vig felt and their feelings were the flipside of his own pride and joy that Sean loved him, belonged to him.
Then Sean was on his feet again and the match was drawing to a close.
“Best match of the tournament so far,” he declared throwing himself into one of the armchairs. “Pass me a beer, Vig,” he held out his hand.
Again, Elijah’s eyebrow raised and Viggo glanced at him before passing the beer. There was an undercurrent of tension which Orlando rode right over.
“The food’ll be here shortly, we’ve got about an hour before the next match, I hope Thai suits you guys,” he hoped Sean would be more easily distracted when Greece and Sweden played, though he had warned Lij that play was not guaranteed. There were only so many times Sean could be distracted from football…
Spain 4-1 Russia
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For gattodoro because of Torres…
“Orlando?” Sean sat on the end of the bed. He was pleasantly sore from last night, having been woken up at about 3 by Orlando’s cock ploughing him open and having the most ginormous orgasm that had led to an attack of hayfever and a severe bout of sneezing. Real sex, Sean mused to himself, was sometimes less glamorous than it was supposed to be.
“Yeah?” Orlando was doing his hair in front of the mirror.
“It’s about tonight…”
“What about tonight?”
“I want to watch the match.”
Orlando blinked. “Well yes, I know that, so do Lij and Vig.”
“No they don’t, it’s all gonna turn into a big shagfest and if I can’t watch Spain I swear ‘Lan I am gonna safeword,” Sean looked at his hands.
Now Orlando was well aware when Sean was serious, when he wasn’t messing around, he knew that this was a match Sean really wanted to watch and because he loved the man as well as the boy, he smiled, dropped his hair gel and came to sit astride of Sean’s lap.
“That’s not a problem baby,” he tilted Sean’s chin up and kissed him gently. He loved that Sean cared so passionately. He loved that Sean looked so troubled about what he’d said and he loved that despite their dynamic, Sean was always a strong shoulder for him to lean on, always his defender despite what anyone said about him.
“I love you, ‘Lan,” Sean smiled, his green eyes like emeralds twinkling in the late afternoon sun. They sat there for a long moment, Sean’s hands on Orlando’s hips, their forehead touching.
~~
“I sometimes wonder who’s the Master in your relationship,” Elijah shook his head and grimaced good naturedly. His own boy, his Viggo was sitting quietly at Elijah’s side smiling at Sean who was on his feet and delivering a stream of consciousness, mainly about the brilliance of the double act that was Villa and Torres.
“Yeah, well,” Orlando laughed. “He loved football long before he loved me and this is preferable to last year when the Blades were relegated…”
“Don’t talk about that,” Sean turned around and glared. “It was the worse day of my life…”
Elijah shook his head. “I guess,” even though he would never allow Viggo to behave like this in company, he’d known Sean for as long as Orlando had and he knew as well as any of Sean’s friends just what football meant to him. He couldn’t resist trying to wind Orlando up.
“Fucking hell Vig, look at that, that’s beautiful football,” Sean crouched down, he was alight with excitement and unbeknownst to him both Viggo and Elijah felt a pang for all that leonine beauty that was out of reach. “See how Torres set that goal up for Villa to score. That’s classic football … technique delivered beautifully…”
Orlando sensed something of what Lij and Vig felt and their feelings were the flipside of his own pride and joy that Sean loved him, belonged to him.
Then Sean was on his feet again and the match was drawing to a close.
“Best match of the tournament so far,” he declared throwing himself into one of the armchairs. “Pass me a beer, Vig,” he held out his hand.
Again, Elijah’s eyebrow raised and Viggo glanced at him before passing the beer. There was an undercurrent of tension which Orlando rode right over.
“The food’ll be here shortly, we’ve got about an hour before the next match, I hope Thai suits you guys,” he hoped Sean would be more easily distracted when Greece and Sweden played, though he had warned Lij that play was not guaranteed. There were only so many times Sean could be distracted from football…
Spain 4-1 Russia