Austria v Germany
Title : Austria v Germany (Group B, game five)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For kittylass
Within minutes it was clear this was the match to watch. It was fast, Germany fucked up, they should’ve scored, well Gomez should’ve scored.
Twenty minute in and it was still 0-0. But Austria were fast, and the German defence not as sure of itself as it should be and Sean was sipping tea, sitting on the couch…
But fucking hell Woods was one over par and looking okay, Sean was rooting for him in between and then Podolski missed and Macho saved the day and all thoughts of the golf were gone again.
And fucking hell, the managers were being sent off? They were being sent to the stands like naughty schoolboys. What the hell? Sean begun to laugh.
“Lan … I wish you weren’t missing this… they’re shaking hands for fuck’s sake”
“I’m not,” Orlando poked his head around the door. “I was just catching up on the other match.
“In the golf, they’re neck and neck,” Sean got up and went to hug Orlando and kiss him, long and sweet. Orlando wrapped his arms around Sean’s waist and let himself relax into Sean’s arms.
“Good,” he reached up for another kiss, lifting his legs up so he could wrap them around Sean’s waist.
“Oh god …” Sean groaned, he was still listening but with less rapt attention, Orlando felt so good, smelt so good, he was warm and exuded sex. “Wanna fuck you,” he groaned when he felt Orlando’s teeth worrying at his neck. “Please, let me…”
It was half time.
When they returned to the football neither of them bothered to get dressed, both were sweaty and Orlando was dripping a mixture of oil and come out of his arse. He laid the towel that Sean passed him on the couch and sat gingerly down.
“Fuck … look … Lan … Ballack … fucking hell … yes .. goal!”
Unless there was a miracle occurred, Austria were out. There was nothing of the hunger and fire that Turkey showed the night before.
“Don’t look like that, they could easily equalise.
“Not with Macho saving goals like that,” Sean sniffed. Mind you, he mused, as Tiger Woods putted for victory, Germany weren’t home and dry yet. They could easily lose next time and Woods was down on his knees, 2 inches away from the US Open. Over to Rocho to see whether he could snatch victory from under the Tiger’s nose. He missed.
Sean was shaking his head.
“What a night.”
Tiger Woods had done it. Austria hadn’t done it. Tiger Woods was the Champion at the 91st hole while Germany made their way towards the next round.
“Let’s go to bed,” the end was an anti climax. Sean felt a bit off centre.
“You go up, baby, I’ll be there shortly,” Orlando turned the TV off and watched him walk out of the room…
Austria 0-1 Germany
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For kittylass
Within minutes it was clear this was the match to watch. It was fast, Germany fucked up, they should’ve scored, well Gomez should’ve scored.
Twenty minute in and it was still 0-0. But Austria were fast, and the German defence not as sure of itself as it should be and Sean was sipping tea, sitting on the couch…
But fucking hell Woods was one over par and looking okay, Sean was rooting for him in between and then Podolski missed and Macho saved the day and all thoughts of the golf were gone again.
And fucking hell, the managers were being sent off? They were being sent to the stands like naughty schoolboys. What the hell? Sean begun to laugh.
“Lan … I wish you weren’t missing this… they’re shaking hands for fuck’s sake”
“I’m not,” Orlando poked his head around the door. “I was just catching up on the other match.
“In the golf, they’re neck and neck,” Sean got up and went to hug Orlando and kiss him, long and sweet. Orlando wrapped his arms around Sean’s waist and let himself relax into Sean’s arms.
“Good,” he reached up for another kiss, lifting his legs up so he could wrap them around Sean’s waist.
“Oh god …” Sean groaned, he was still listening but with less rapt attention, Orlando felt so good, smelt so good, he was warm and exuded sex. “Wanna fuck you,” he groaned when he felt Orlando’s teeth worrying at his neck. “Please, let me…”
It was half time.
When they returned to the football neither of them bothered to get dressed, both were sweaty and Orlando was dripping a mixture of oil and come out of his arse. He laid the towel that Sean passed him on the couch and sat gingerly down.
“Fuck … look … Lan … Ballack … fucking hell … yes .. goal!”
Unless there was a miracle occurred, Austria were out. There was nothing of the hunger and fire that Turkey showed the night before.
“Don’t look like that, they could easily equalise.
“Not with Macho saving goals like that,” Sean sniffed. Mind you, he mused, as Tiger Woods putted for victory, Germany weren’t home and dry yet. They could easily lose next time and Woods was down on his knees, 2 inches away from the US Open. Over to Rocho to see whether he could snatch victory from under the Tiger’s nose. He missed.
Sean was shaking his head.
“What a night.”
Tiger Woods had done it. Austria hadn’t done it. Tiger Woods was the Champion at the 91st hole while Germany made their way towards the next round.
“Let’s go to bed,” the end was an anti climax. Sean felt a bit off centre.
“You go up, baby, I’ll be there shortly,” Orlando turned the TV off and watched him walk out of the room…
Austria 0-1 Germany