Czech Republic v Portugal
Title : Czech Republic v Portugal (Group A, game three)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For yehnica if I can get the Portuguese players right *g*
“You smell…” Sean wrinkled his nose.
“Well so do you,” Viggo retorted.
“Yeah well I can still taste your arse.”
“Lucky you,” quick as a flash, Viggo launched himself on top of Sean pinning him to the bed. Thoroughly winded, Sean tried half heartedly to struggle then gave up, Viggo was bigger and heavier than him.
“Gerrof you lummox, I wanna watch the match.”
“Aren’t you bored with football yet?”
“There’s never any excuse to be bored,” Sean retorted primly. “A wise man told me that,”
“I hope,” Elijah interrupted. “You aren’t quoting James Blunt, Sean, cuz if you are I am going to put the new Nine Inch Nails album on … loud!”
Sean groaned. “No, no, anything but that…” he hated NIN.
Orlando came in bearing beer and snacks. “Anything?” he looked at the score and blinked, how come they were missing all the goals and Sean wasn’t stressing. Maybe being fucked every which way had made him forget, it was a thought he filed away for a later date.
“Get off me,” Sean wriggled until finally Viggo let him go. “I gotta brush me teeth, all I can taste is arse…” he rolled off the bed, giving the other three a good view of his magnificent arse.
“God you’re gorgeous,” Viggo sighed, Elijah’s eyebrow raised delicately but he said nothing.
“Yep he is and he’s mine so you two remember that, I say what happens to him, I say who touches and no one fucks him except me,” there was the slightest edge to Orlando’s voice.
Elijah and Viggo exchanged a look but said nothing.
“Ronaldo just scored…” Sean paused to watch, the taste in his mouth forgotten. He perched on the end of the bed. “He’s a cunt but you gotta love the way he puts it in the back of the net…”
“Why’s he a cunt?” queried Viggo helping himself to peanuts.
Sean rolled his eyes and went to fetch his toothbrush.
“He plays for Man U,” he growled as if that explained everything.
“Don’t start him off,” interrupted Lij and his smile told his boy that he’d had an idea so Viggo left the vexed question of why Ronaldo, indeed if, Ronaldo was a cunt.
“During the next match, I think we’ll give you both a team, Viggo can be Switzerland because he loves Swiss cheese and Sean can take Turkey, then every … what is it? Every free kick or whatever I’ll spank you Sean and Orli can spank Viggo and whoever wins … well,” he smiled. “We’ll talk about that later…”
“Will I still be able to see the footy?” Sean asked suspiciously. “Fuck look,” he pointed as it appeared Quaresma was making sure of Portugal progressing to the next round.
“Yes,” Orlando grinned. “Yes you will,” he and Elijah didn’t agree on the way to treat a boy but that was old news. He knew his friend was rolling his eyes at the way he indulged Sean but he didn’t really care.
“Kay,” Sean was agreeable. “But no gags cos I wanna be able to cheer properly…”
Elijah begun to laugh.
Czech Republic 1-3 Portugal
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For yehnica if I can get the Portuguese players right *g*
“You smell…” Sean wrinkled his nose.
“Well so do you,” Viggo retorted.
“Yeah well I can still taste your arse.”
“Lucky you,” quick as a flash, Viggo launched himself on top of Sean pinning him to the bed. Thoroughly winded, Sean tried half heartedly to struggle then gave up, Viggo was bigger and heavier than him.
“Gerrof you lummox, I wanna watch the match.”
“Aren’t you bored with football yet?”
“There’s never any excuse to be bored,” Sean retorted primly. “A wise man told me that,”
“I hope,” Elijah interrupted. “You aren’t quoting James Blunt, Sean, cuz if you are I am going to put the new Nine Inch Nails album on … loud!”
Sean groaned. “No, no, anything but that…” he hated NIN.
Orlando came in bearing beer and snacks. “Anything?” he looked at the score and blinked, how come they were missing all the goals and Sean wasn’t stressing. Maybe being fucked every which way had made him forget, it was a thought he filed away for a later date.
“Get off me,” Sean wriggled until finally Viggo let him go. “I gotta brush me teeth, all I can taste is arse…” he rolled off the bed, giving the other three a good view of his magnificent arse.
“God you’re gorgeous,” Viggo sighed, Elijah’s eyebrow raised delicately but he said nothing.
“Yep he is and he’s mine so you two remember that, I say what happens to him, I say who touches and no one fucks him except me,” there was the slightest edge to Orlando’s voice.
Elijah and Viggo exchanged a look but said nothing.
“Ronaldo just scored…” Sean paused to watch, the taste in his mouth forgotten. He perched on the end of the bed. “He’s a cunt but you gotta love the way he puts it in the back of the net…”
“Why’s he a cunt?” queried Viggo helping himself to peanuts.
Sean rolled his eyes and went to fetch his toothbrush.
“He plays for Man U,” he growled as if that explained everything.
“Don’t start him off,” interrupted Lij and his smile told his boy that he’d had an idea so Viggo left the vexed question of why Ronaldo, indeed if, Ronaldo was a cunt.
“During the next match, I think we’ll give you both a team, Viggo can be Switzerland because he loves Swiss cheese and Sean can take Turkey, then every … what is it? Every free kick or whatever I’ll spank you Sean and Orli can spank Viggo and whoever wins … well,” he smiled. “We’ll talk about that later…”
“Will I still be able to see the footy?” Sean asked suspiciously. “Fuck look,” he pointed as it appeared Quaresma was making sure of Portugal progressing to the next round.
“Yes,” Orlando grinned. “Yes you will,” he and Elijah didn’t agree on the way to treat a boy but that was old news. He knew his friend was rolling his eyes at the way he indulged Sean but he didn’t really care.
“Kay,” Sean was agreeable. “But no gags cos I wanna be able to cheer properly…”
Elijah begun to laugh.
Czech Republic 1-3 Portugal