Switzerland v Turkey
Title : Switzerland v Turkey (Group A, game four)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … more SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For fictionlouby just because
“Free kick?”
Viggo wriggled his ass suggestively and Orlando delivered a glancing blow, the force of which took Viggo completely by surprise, Sean glanced at him.
“See? My Master’s as good as yours.”
Sean and Viggo were kneeling on the bed, arses high in the air. But Sean wasn’t really paying as much attention as Viggo, he was very fond of Elijah but he had noticed, once or twice, the way he and Vig looked at him and while he was confident that they wouldn’t try anything that would piss Orlando off, there was a part of him that felt a little uncomfortable. Plus, having missed one match, more or less, he wasn’t minded to miss another.
“Hush,” it was all Orlando needed to say, he hushed and watched the match, while Viggo, although not as enthusiastic as Sean, obviously found himself drawn in as Switzerland went ahead, despite coping with the appalling conditions of the waterlogged pitch.
“Turkish free kick,” Elijah smiled lazily. He was laying back on the pillows but he moved quickly and slapped Sean hard. He left a hand print, half on one cheek and half on the other. Sean yelped and nearly over balanced, he righted himself and bit his lip. He wasn’t comfortable. He was very exposed like this.
Orlando had no compunction. “Easy tiger,” again that edge but Elijah was having none of that.
“You didn’t exactly hold back on Viggo did you,” it wasn’t a question.
“Touché,” Orlando’s replied dryly. He leaned over to Lij and spoke quietly in his ear. Viggo wasn’t sure what was said but he could feel his Master’s displeasure. As always, he wondered why they played with Orli and Sean, they made better friends than playmates. He loved Sean, he didn’t want that friendship ruined by a petty rivalry. He turned and looked at Elijah.
In his turn Orlando was slightly taken aback. He didn’t understand the dynamic between Vig and Lij but he could see whatever it was, it had done Lij a lot of good, the blue eyes that had been about to turn icy grey, warmed once more and yet another near storm blew over.
“Free kick to Switzerland,” Sean interrupted, completely ignoring the unspoken conversation. He hated all this talk, he hated the way his football had been hijacked.
This time he barely noticed the slap, he was too engrossed.
At half time, Viggo and Sean both got up stretched and took a piss. Orlando and Elijah were engrossed in conversation when they returned to the bed and took up position.
“Are you done arguing?” Sean asked.
“Yep, we are done,” Orlando smiled. “I am going to change the rules, we’re going to change positions too. You will both have a pair of adjustable clamps on your nipples. When Switzerland get a free kick or score, Viggo’s will be tightened, if Turkey get a free kick or score, Sean’s will be tightened.”
“Any questions?” Lij grinned. “I thought not…
~~
Surprisingly it was Sean who dealt better, he was so engrossed in the football, unable to believe it when Turkey equalised and delighted for no other reason than he really didn’t care that much.
Viggo was more aware of his nipples, which were very sensitive, and the evil look on his Master’s face. He found himself longing to be alone with Elijah, couldn’t wait for the game to be over so they could go to the spare room.
“Did you see that,” Sean was on his feet. “Fucking hell ‘Lan … Fucking hell look! The fuckers … talk about lucky …”
Any mood present in the room was broken.
“Yes we did see,” Viggo spoke through gritted teeth. “Master?” he looked at Elijah. “Safeword,” he was furious. Elijah released him and he was on his feet.
“Dear god Sean, I don’t get you, it’s not England, it’s not the Blades, it’s fucking Turkey, you don’t give a rat’s ass about Turkey or Switzerland but here you are screaming at an inanimate object like they can hear you…”
“Calm down Vig, you’ll have a coronary,” Sean looked askance. “See, this competition happens once every four years. I like football, you know I like football, it’s not like this is anything new. I dunno why you’re getting your panties in a twist except you’re not wearing any…”
“Enough already,” Orlando spoke coolly but the effect was the same as if he’d shouted.
Sean backed off. “I’m gonna go make up the spare room for you guys,” he wanted to get away from for a moment. The four of them had been together for 24 hours and he’d had enough too. He wanted to snuggle up to his lover and discuss the matches, discuss that Switzerland were the first team to go out.
“I can do it,” Viggo just wanted to get away. They’d been together way too long and now he wanted to be alone with Lij, just be quiet, read for a bit and not have to listen to inane chatter about Chelsea’s new manager, Scolistic, Scolari or whoever…
Getting the clean linen out of the cupboard, it was Orlando who led Lij and Viggo off the field of play, got them towels, showed them the little ensuite bathroom and the plentiful supply of lube.
“Sorry guys,” he didn’t sound very sorry. “But I did warn you how it was going to be. Nothing gets in the way of these tournaments, least of all sex…” he wanted to laugh and he could see Lij’s lips twitching too. He hugged them both tight. They couldn’t spend more than a day together without clashing but he loved them all the same.
“Yeah,” Lij chuckled. “Thanks Orli, I shoulda remembered what it’s like, remember the last World Cup?” he shuddered.
By the time Orlando got back to the bedroom, Sean had changed their own sheets and run a bath. He was watching the pundits and answering them back even though, as Viggo had pointed out, they couldn’t hear him.
“Come on buggerlugs,” he said in a very unboy like fashion. “Let’s get in the tub and then we can discuss the footy and Scolari, wonder what Maureen makes of it, I mean…” he held his hand out to Orlando. “He’s an interesting choice and what about Ronaldo? What if he went to Chelsea and not to Man U….”
Switzerland 1-2 Turkey
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean with some Liggo thrown in
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … more SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For fictionlouby just because
“Free kick?”
Viggo wriggled his ass suggestively and Orlando delivered a glancing blow, the force of which took Viggo completely by surprise, Sean glanced at him.
“See? My Master’s as good as yours.”
Sean and Viggo were kneeling on the bed, arses high in the air. But Sean wasn’t really paying as much attention as Viggo, he was very fond of Elijah but he had noticed, once or twice, the way he and Vig looked at him and while he was confident that they wouldn’t try anything that would piss Orlando off, there was a part of him that felt a little uncomfortable. Plus, having missed one match, more or less, he wasn’t minded to miss another.
“Hush,” it was all Orlando needed to say, he hushed and watched the match, while Viggo, although not as enthusiastic as Sean, obviously found himself drawn in as Switzerland went ahead, despite coping with the appalling conditions of the waterlogged pitch.
“Turkish free kick,” Elijah smiled lazily. He was laying back on the pillows but he moved quickly and slapped Sean hard. He left a hand print, half on one cheek and half on the other. Sean yelped and nearly over balanced, he righted himself and bit his lip. He wasn’t comfortable. He was very exposed like this.
Orlando had no compunction. “Easy tiger,” again that edge but Elijah was having none of that.
“You didn’t exactly hold back on Viggo did you,” it wasn’t a question.
“Touché,” Orlando’s replied dryly. He leaned over to Lij and spoke quietly in his ear. Viggo wasn’t sure what was said but he could feel his Master’s displeasure. As always, he wondered why they played with Orli and Sean, they made better friends than playmates. He loved Sean, he didn’t want that friendship ruined by a petty rivalry. He turned and looked at Elijah.
In his turn Orlando was slightly taken aback. He didn’t understand the dynamic between Vig and Lij but he could see whatever it was, it had done Lij a lot of good, the blue eyes that had been about to turn icy grey, warmed once more and yet another near storm blew over.
“Free kick to Switzerland,” Sean interrupted, completely ignoring the unspoken conversation. He hated all this talk, he hated the way his football had been hijacked.
This time he barely noticed the slap, he was too engrossed.
At half time, Viggo and Sean both got up stretched and took a piss. Orlando and Elijah were engrossed in conversation when they returned to the bed and took up position.
“Are you done arguing?” Sean asked.
“Yep, we are done,” Orlando smiled. “I am going to change the rules, we’re going to change positions too. You will both have a pair of adjustable clamps on your nipples. When Switzerland get a free kick or score, Viggo’s will be tightened, if Turkey get a free kick or score, Sean’s will be tightened.”
“Any questions?” Lij grinned. “I thought not…
~~
Surprisingly it was Sean who dealt better, he was so engrossed in the football, unable to believe it when Turkey equalised and delighted for no other reason than he really didn’t care that much.
Viggo was more aware of his nipples, which were very sensitive, and the evil look on his Master’s face. He found himself longing to be alone with Elijah, couldn’t wait for the game to be over so they could go to the spare room.
“Did you see that,” Sean was on his feet. “Fucking hell ‘Lan … Fucking hell look! The fuckers … talk about lucky …”
Any mood present in the room was broken.
“Yes we did see,” Viggo spoke through gritted teeth. “Master?” he looked at Elijah. “Safeword,” he was furious. Elijah released him and he was on his feet.
“Dear god Sean, I don’t get you, it’s not England, it’s not the Blades, it’s fucking Turkey, you don’t give a rat’s ass about Turkey or Switzerland but here you are screaming at an inanimate object like they can hear you…”
“Calm down Vig, you’ll have a coronary,” Sean looked askance. “See, this competition happens once every four years. I like football, you know I like football, it’s not like this is anything new. I dunno why you’re getting your panties in a twist except you’re not wearing any…”
“Enough already,” Orlando spoke coolly but the effect was the same as if he’d shouted.
Sean backed off. “I’m gonna go make up the spare room for you guys,” he wanted to get away from for a moment. The four of them had been together for 24 hours and he’d had enough too. He wanted to snuggle up to his lover and discuss the matches, discuss that Switzerland were the first team to go out.
“I can do it,” Viggo just wanted to get away. They’d been together way too long and now he wanted to be alone with Lij, just be quiet, read for a bit and not have to listen to inane chatter about Chelsea’s new manager, Scolistic, Scolari or whoever…
Getting the clean linen out of the cupboard, it was Orlando who led Lij and Viggo off the field of play, got them towels, showed them the little ensuite bathroom and the plentiful supply of lube.
“Sorry guys,” he didn’t sound very sorry. “But I did warn you how it was going to be. Nothing gets in the way of these tournaments, least of all sex…” he wanted to laugh and he could see Lij’s lips twitching too. He hugged them both tight. They couldn’t spend more than a day together without clashing but he loved them all the same.
“Yeah,” Lij chuckled. “Thanks Orli, I shoulda remembered what it’s like, remember the last World Cup?” he shuddered.
By the time Orlando got back to the bedroom, Sean had changed their own sheets and run a bath. He was watching the pundits and answering them back even though, as Viggo had pointed out, they couldn’t hear him.
“Come on buggerlugs,” he said in a very unboy like fashion. “Let’s get in the tub and then we can discuss the footy and Scolari, wonder what Maureen makes of it, I mean…” he held his hand out to Orlando. “He’s an interesting choice and what about Ronaldo? What if he went to Chelsea and not to Man U….”
Switzerland 1-2 Turkey