Russia v Spain
Title : Russia v Spain (Second Semi Final)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … more SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For my fabulous Orlibeaners
Despite the brilliance of the match, both Orlando and Sean were quiet. Their guests had departed back to Ian’s house and they were enjoying being alone. Tonight Sean was lying on the sofa, his head in Orlando’s lap, while long fingers carded his hair. His whole body ached from an excess of sexual activity.
“Getting too old for this,” he remarked as the Russians once again threw away a god given opportunity of a goal. It was half time already and Sean was relaxing totally, his body limp.
“What the football?” Orlando teased.
“Seriously ‘Lan, I ache so bad,” Sean almost had his eyes shut.
“Well considering you had my cock in your arse, Harry’s in your mouth and one hand around Karl’s the other around Ian’s gigantic member, I’m not really surprised…”
“Did I? Nor wonder I am so tired, I thought I went to bed?”
“You did but we came after you, Harry was worried you would miss him punishing Ian and Karl,” he leant down and kissed Sean. “You never cease to amaze me baby, you’re just …” Orlando couldn’t think of the words and anyway the match was beginning again and so far Sean hadn’t even managed one rant.
Once when the game begun to hot up, still Sean couldn’t find the wherewithal to get up. Even when Xavi turned home Andres Iniesta's cross after 50 minutes and substitute Daniel Guiza converted a superb pass from Fabregas with 17 minutes left, even then Sean stayed put, sucking Orlando’s finger and gently rubbing his crotch against the cushion. It wasn’t that he was really horny but he found it rather comforting.
“You wanna move a bit, pull your sweats down and I’ll do that,” Orlando wanted to feel his lover’s cock in his hand, he wanted to hold it, feel it swell beneath his touch, comforting, hot, the essence of their physical love.
“Mmm…” Sean scooted up a bit, wriggled out of his sweats and sighed with contentment as he felt cool fingers gripping his cock in just the way he liked best.
When Arsenal’s Cesc Fabregas played in David Silva for a simple third after 82 minutes as a disappointing Russia ended well beaten, Sean was only half watching. He didn’t even want to come, or need to come just yet, his arse was aching and his throat was sore but he didn’t bargain for Orlando who was determined to feel his lover’s hot come on his fingers. The pundits murmured their verdict on the match that’d just been and their prediction on the match to come but neither Orlando nor Sean paid them the least attention.
Russia 0-3 Spain
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Football and just so we’re clear … more SEX!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For my fabulous Orlibeaners
Despite the brilliance of the match, both Orlando and Sean were quiet. Their guests had departed back to Ian’s house and they were enjoying being alone. Tonight Sean was lying on the sofa, his head in Orlando’s lap, while long fingers carded his hair. His whole body ached from an excess of sexual activity.
“Getting too old for this,” he remarked as the Russians once again threw away a god given opportunity of a goal. It was half time already and Sean was relaxing totally, his body limp.
“What the football?” Orlando teased.
“Seriously ‘Lan, I ache so bad,” Sean almost had his eyes shut.
“Well considering you had my cock in your arse, Harry’s in your mouth and one hand around Karl’s the other around Ian’s gigantic member, I’m not really surprised…”
“Did I? Nor wonder I am so tired, I thought I went to bed?”
“You did but we came after you, Harry was worried you would miss him punishing Ian and Karl,” he leant down and kissed Sean. “You never cease to amaze me baby, you’re just …” Orlando couldn’t think of the words and anyway the match was beginning again and so far Sean hadn’t even managed one rant.
Once when the game begun to hot up, still Sean couldn’t find the wherewithal to get up. Even when Xavi turned home Andres Iniesta's cross after 50 minutes and substitute Daniel Guiza converted a superb pass from Fabregas with 17 minutes left, even then Sean stayed put, sucking Orlando’s finger and gently rubbing his crotch against the cushion. It wasn’t that he was really horny but he found it rather comforting.
“You wanna move a bit, pull your sweats down and I’ll do that,” Orlando wanted to feel his lover’s cock in his hand, he wanted to hold it, feel it swell beneath his touch, comforting, hot, the essence of their physical love.
“Mmm…” Sean scooted up a bit, wriggled out of his sweats and sighed with contentment as he felt cool fingers gripping his cock in just the way he liked best.
When Arsenal’s Cesc Fabregas played in David Silva for a simple third after 82 minutes as a disappointing Russia ended well beaten, Sean was only half watching. He didn’t even want to come, or need to come just yet, his arse was aching and his throat was sore but he didn’t bargain for Orlando who was determined to feel his lover’s hot come on his fingers. The pundits murmured their verdict on the match that’d just been and their prediction on the match to come but neither Orlando nor Sean paid them the least attention.
Russia 0-3 Spain