For Doylebaby - The Incident in which a Safeword was used
Title: The Incident in which a Safeword was used
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: The one below a NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely made up!
Summary: *g* Whoops! You can take the boy out of Sheffield but you can't take Sheffield out of the boy!
AN: For doylebaby because it’s her birthday! This was written very quickly! And btw, this is my usual happy Orlibean boys.
The first time Sean safeworded still makes Orlando laugh, even now, after all these years. Their shared history is full of moments that make them both laugh as well as look at each other in wonderment, that even now their relationship is as special and as fresh as it was then.
The first time he safeworded still makes Sean laugh. Under the heat of an Indian sun, he begins to chuckle, much to the chagrin of the cast and crew on Sharpe. Filming stops while their star gets his mirth under control.
~~
It occurred to Orlando that his boy wasn’t looking too happy. This was a cause for concern since he was currently naked and over Orlando’s lap having his bare backside slapped.
That Sean might not be into this wasn’t necessarily bad, just that Orlando’s hand stung from the spanking and if Sean wasn’t enjoying this, he would prefer not to be making his palm sting. They were filming a battle scene tomorrow…
And bloody hell, Sean was the one who requested this. He had had a godawful day, the hobbits as a collective force could scent weakness at fifty paces and had wound him up to such a pitch that Orlando was convinced his lover was about to have a coronary. Even Viggo had been unable to help but he was falling in love, with whom no one had been able to ascertain. Then there was Ian, the sunniest tempered man on set as a rule, but he had disappeared; it later turned out he had disappeared in pursuit of some floosie who he’d been flirting with. But that was another story.
Sean had come to Orlando, begging him to do something to alleviate the stresses of the day and Orlando had been only too pleased to oblige. But now something was awry.
“Bramall Lane…” Sean’s safeword burst out of him and instantly Orlando stopped. His heart was beating so hard, it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.
“What’s wrong baby?” he asked as Sean got up, a look of horror on his face.
“I’m sorry Orlando, Sir, the hobbits pissed me off so much I forgot to look at the footy results, let me check the scores and then can we start again?”
Orlando stared at him, the corners of his mouth twitching before much to Sean’s complete chagrin, he burst into peals of laughter.
~~
Everyone is looking at Sean wondering what is going on until they see Orlando striding onto the set. He is grinning his trademark megawatt grin. “As you were Sean,” he calls, knowing exactly what Sean is thinking and he knows Sean knows that he knows. “1-0, you won 1-0, Beattie scored in the sixty third minute.”
The smile on Sean’s face matches Orlando’s. The crew snigger, the rest of the cast roll their eyes and the director shakes his head.
“Take your places everyone…”
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: The one below a NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely made up!
Summary: *g* Whoops! You can take the boy out of Sheffield but you can't take Sheffield out of the boy!
AN: For doylebaby because it’s her birthday! This was written very quickly! And btw, this is my usual happy Orlibean boys.
The first time Sean safeworded still makes Orlando laugh, even now, after all these years. Their shared history is full of moments that make them both laugh as well as look at each other in wonderment, that even now their relationship is as special and as fresh as it was then.
The first time he safeworded still makes Sean laugh. Under the heat of an Indian sun, he begins to chuckle, much to the chagrin of the cast and crew on Sharpe. Filming stops while their star gets his mirth under control.
~~
It occurred to Orlando that his boy wasn’t looking too happy. This was a cause for concern since he was currently naked and over Orlando’s lap having his bare backside slapped.
That Sean might not be into this wasn’t necessarily bad, just that Orlando’s hand stung from the spanking and if Sean wasn’t enjoying this, he would prefer not to be making his palm sting. They were filming a battle scene tomorrow…
And bloody hell, Sean was the one who requested this. He had had a godawful day, the hobbits as a collective force could scent weakness at fifty paces and had wound him up to such a pitch that Orlando was convinced his lover was about to have a coronary. Even Viggo had been unable to help but he was falling in love, with whom no one had been able to ascertain. Then there was Ian, the sunniest tempered man on set as a rule, but he had disappeared; it later turned out he had disappeared in pursuit of some floosie who he’d been flirting with. But that was another story.
Sean had come to Orlando, begging him to do something to alleviate the stresses of the day and Orlando had been only too pleased to oblige. But now something was awry.
“Bramall Lane…” Sean’s safeword burst out of him and instantly Orlando stopped. His heart was beating so hard, it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.
“What’s wrong baby?” he asked as Sean got up, a look of horror on his face.
“I’m sorry Orlando, Sir, the hobbits pissed me off so much I forgot to look at the footy results, let me check the scores and then can we start again?”
Orlando stared at him, the corners of his mouth twitching before much to Sean’s complete chagrin, he burst into peals of laughter.
~~
Everyone is looking at Sean wondering what is going on until they see Orlando striding onto the set. He is grinning his trademark megawatt grin. “As you were Sean,” he calls, knowing exactly what Sean is thinking and he knows Sean knows that he knows. “1-0, you won 1-0, Beattie scored in the sixty third minute.”
The smile on Sean’s face matches Orlando’s. The crew snigger, the rest of the cast roll their eyes and the director shakes his head.
“Take your places everyone…”