Moving
Title: Moving
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Next to divorce and death, statistics prove that moving is the most stressful activity ever!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: For jackieville and for my Orlibean girls who rock, each and every one of you - y’all know who you are!
Orlando hated moving.
“What do you mean? What the fuck? You know fucking well we are moving today, you really think I’m letting a removal firm dismantle our playroom? Are you off your fucking chump?”
“What the fuck? Who’s off their fucking chump Sean? It’s fucking 2am, why are you doing it now?”
“Because the movers are arriving at 7 and if you think I’m going to risk them seeing that portrait of me,” he pointed. “Start bollock naked with your cock down my throat and my arse full of … what was in my arse?”
Orlando peered at the photograph.
“That huge dildo I think, yeah, look at your face, we were prepping you for my fist, remember? God, you were hysterical when I showed you, don’t think I ever seen you laugh so much, not since Leeds got relegated,” Orlando mused.
“Yeah well …” Sean grinned. “Come and talk to me, you’re not going to go to bed and leaving me here with all this are you?”
“What leave you to try and sneak a peek at my hidden stash,” there was a secret supply of Sean-torturing-tools that Orlando had already moved but watching Sean look for them was an always-to-be-savoured-treat.
But Sean spoke fluent Orlando Bloom.
“You’ve moved them already haven’t you?” Sean sounded almost desolate. “I only wanted to look,” he sighed.
“Never mind baby,” Orlando grinned. “Come on, let’s get this stuff packed and then we can go upstairs and have one final fuck in this house…”
~~
“Cheers mate …”
Tony the mover, slammed the door shut, got up into the cab of the huge lorry and slowly pulled away. He was being very well paid but he wondered why Orlando Bloom was helping Sean Bean move house. Very odd. But then some arsehole in a cab cut him up and the thought went straight out of his head.
Meanwhile Orlando was wandering about the now empty house, running his fingers along the walls. He didn’t look sad just pensive.
“Do you remember…” he paused, turned to Sean and smiled. “Everything really, this was our first home, well our first home here, after New Zealand.”
They both moved together, Orlando clinging to Sean, Sean holding Orlando tight.
“I know, sweetheart,” he said. Because he did. He felt the same. It was the end of an era but an era that he wanted to bring an end to, it was just …
“We were so happy here and I know we’ll be happy in the new house,” he smiled. “I’m being sappy Sean.”
“You’re allowed, but remember what you said to me that time, when we were rowing over something?”
Trouble is Sean, this is your house, it’s not mine, it’s not ours, it’s yours…
“How could I forget?” they had decided to move shortly after but the hunt for a perfect house had taken months longer than either had envisaged.
“I never imagined I would feel so strange to be leaving,” Orlando leant heavily against Sean, his eyes roaming the room. “I know we’ve outgrown this place. We needed a bigger garden, more wall space, more everything really, but now it comes to it, I just feel …” he sighed again. “You know…”
“I do, sweetheart, but the new place is going to be amazing once we’ve put our signature on it. I’m going to start decorating tomorrow, I’ve got a plank and two ladders arriving tomorrow,” there was a smile on Sean’s lips.
“I love you,” Orlando begun to laugh. “Okay, c’mon, let’s get going,” he felt better. Sean always made it seem better. He didn’t move, stayed where he was, smiling.
“I love you too,” Sean paused. “You know what I really love about us, about you, is that you never mind showing me how you feel about stuff,” he shook his head. “I never imagined how happy we’d be. I thought for ages that we’d peter out…”
“I know baby, I felt it but I knew that only time would cure that, only time would show you that I was not, am not them. That I never wanted you to change, just wanted you.”
One day you’ll wake up and realise that you’re sharing your bed with a fraud and then you’ll want out. Just likethey did.
“And you still want me,” it wasn’t a question. Sean smiled happily. “So let’s go, I don’t trust Viggo to tell the movers where everything is ‘sposed to go.
“God no,” Orlando agreed as they headed out of the door, hand in hand…
A few days later chaos was still ensuing.
“Sean?” Orlando was perplexed. “Have you seen the box with the cutlery and the cookery books?” he was in their new kitchen with a very swanky new stove and he wanted to check something.
“Try the guest bath,” Sean called back.
Orlando poked his head around the door. “Baby? Why are you decorating our bedroom naked, not that you don’t look good like that but it’s very distracting,” he gazed at Sean’s arse. “Mmmm, you could do with some marks on you,” his cock was twitching in anticipation.
“Let me get the ceiling painted first,” Sean grinned. “And I can’t find any old clothes, Vig said they were in the spare room but all I found in there was a box of cds.”
“We should never have allowed Elijah to lend him to us,” Orlando was not amused by Viggo’s hopelessness. “He was as much use as a fart in a paper bag; apparently, he’s having one of his wanky phases and the muses are talking to him.”
“Hey, that’s a bit strong,” Sean protested, finishing a delicate piece of cornicing. “He’s eating off the floor, sleeping on the floor and Lij isn’t touching him for five days and five nights,”
“Baby, get with the programme, he gets off on all that stuff, he thinks he’s playing Lij but Lij knows that he thinks that and he’s got an evil twist up his sleeve, they fucking exhaust me those two,” he loved Viggo and Elijah but the nature of their relationship completely eluded him. He couldn’t imagine treating Sean like that, couldn’t imagine lending Sean out, letting anyone else touch him. “Anyway, in the meantime, fuck knows where half our stuff is,” he sounded thoroughly despondent.
“It’ll turn up,” Sean looked at him then put his paintbrush down. “Shall I go and find your cooking stuff, I’ve done enough for the day,” he hated seeing Orlando looking so mithered.
“Nah, go and get showered but don’t get dressed, I’ll put the casserole on and then I wanna fuck you over our brand new kitchen table…”
“Now you’re talking,” Sean made his way down the ladder. His smooth golden skin was liberally splattered with paint and he smelt of sweat and hard work.
“On second thoughts,” Orlando grinned. “Forget the shower; just get that cute arse of yours downstairs and pronto!”
Needing no second bidding, Sean bounded over to him and down the stairs to the kitchen. “How do you want me,” he leant over the solid wooden table that they’d both fallen in love with. “Like this,” he spread his arse apart and wriggling in anticipation.
“Let me put the dinner on to cook,” Orlando was laughing as he put the casserole in the oven and turned to Sean. “That’s perfect,” his breath caught and before he could even unzip his fly, Sean leaped up. “Shit, I forgot … hang on,” he ran out of the kitchen and back up the stairs, grabbing the brushes, he hurried back down.
This time Orlando was doubled up, laughing so much he had got the hiccups. “Baby, baby,” he half gasped. “Dunno how you do it but somehow you make it so much better.
“As long as that doesn’t mean you’re not going to fuck me over the table because that wouldn’t be fair,” Sean wanted it, he needed it and he was damned if he was going to go without it.
“As you were then … now where are you going?” Sean had got up again.
“Forgot to put them into soak,” he poured a good amount of white spirit into a jam jar and dumped the brushes in.
“Now,” he leant over the table. “Now Orlando, please? If you wouldn’t mind fucking me?”
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Next to divorce and death, statistics prove that moving is the most stressful activity ever!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: For jackieville and for my Orlibean girls who rock, each and every one of you - y’all know who you are!
Orlando hated moving.
“What do you mean? What the fuck? You know fucking well we are moving today, you really think I’m letting a removal firm dismantle our playroom? Are you off your fucking chump?”
“What the fuck? Who’s off their fucking chump Sean? It’s fucking 2am, why are you doing it now?”
“Because the movers are arriving at 7 and if you think I’m going to risk them seeing that portrait of me,” he pointed. “Start bollock naked with your cock down my throat and my arse full of … what was in my arse?”
Orlando peered at the photograph.
“That huge dildo I think, yeah, look at your face, we were prepping you for my fist, remember? God, you were hysterical when I showed you, don’t think I ever seen you laugh so much, not since Leeds got relegated,” Orlando mused.
“Yeah well …” Sean grinned. “Come and talk to me, you’re not going to go to bed and leaving me here with all this are you?”
“What leave you to try and sneak a peek at my hidden stash,” there was a secret supply of Sean-torturing-tools that Orlando had already moved but watching Sean look for them was an always-to-be-savoured-treat.
But Sean spoke fluent Orlando Bloom.
“You’ve moved them already haven’t you?” Sean sounded almost desolate. “I only wanted to look,” he sighed.
“Never mind baby,” Orlando grinned. “Come on, let’s get this stuff packed and then we can go upstairs and have one final fuck in this house…”
~~
“Cheers mate …”
Tony the mover, slammed the door shut, got up into the cab of the huge lorry and slowly pulled away. He was being very well paid but he wondered why Orlando Bloom was helping Sean Bean move house. Very odd. But then some arsehole in a cab cut him up and the thought went straight out of his head.
Meanwhile Orlando was wandering about the now empty house, running his fingers along the walls. He didn’t look sad just pensive.
“Do you remember…” he paused, turned to Sean and smiled. “Everything really, this was our first home, well our first home here, after New Zealand.”
They both moved together, Orlando clinging to Sean, Sean holding Orlando tight.
“I know, sweetheart,” he said. Because he did. He felt the same. It was the end of an era but an era that he wanted to bring an end to, it was just …
“We were so happy here and I know we’ll be happy in the new house,” he smiled. “I’m being sappy Sean.”
“You’re allowed, but remember what you said to me that time, when we were rowing over something?”
Trouble is Sean, this is your house, it’s not mine, it’s not ours, it’s yours…
“How could I forget?” they had decided to move shortly after but the hunt for a perfect house had taken months longer than either had envisaged.
“I never imagined I would feel so strange to be leaving,” Orlando leant heavily against Sean, his eyes roaming the room. “I know we’ve outgrown this place. We needed a bigger garden, more wall space, more everything really, but now it comes to it, I just feel …” he sighed again. “You know…”
“I do, sweetheart, but the new place is going to be amazing once we’ve put our signature on it. I’m going to start decorating tomorrow, I’ve got a plank and two ladders arriving tomorrow,” there was a smile on Sean’s lips.
“I love you,” Orlando begun to laugh. “Okay, c’mon, let’s get going,” he felt better. Sean always made it seem better. He didn’t move, stayed where he was, smiling.
“I love you too,” Sean paused. “You know what I really love about us, about you, is that you never mind showing me how you feel about stuff,” he shook his head. “I never imagined how happy we’d be. I thought for ages that we’d peter out…”
“I know baby, I felt it but I knew that only time would cure that, only time would show you that I was not, am not them. That I never wanted you to change, just wanted you.”
One day you’ll wake up and realise that you’re sharing your bed with a fraud and then you’ll want out. Just likethey did.
“And you still want me,” it wasn’t a question. Sean smiled happily. “So let’s go, I don’t trust Viggo to tell the movers where everything is ‘sposed to go.
“God no,” Orlando agreed as they headed out of the door, hand in hand…
A few days later chaos was still ensuing.
“Sean?” Orlando was perplexed. “Have you seen the box with the cutlery and the cookery books?” he was in their new kitchen with a very swanky new stove and he wanted to check something.
“Try the guest bath,” Sean called back.
Orlando poked his head around the door. “Baby? Why are you decorating our bedroom naked, not that you don’t look good like that but it’s very distracting,” he gazed at Sean’s arse. “Mmmm, you could do with some marks on you,” his cock was twitching in anticipation.
“Let me get the ceiling painted first,” Sean grinned. “And I can’t find any old clothes, Vig said they were in the spare room but all I found in there was a box of cds.”
“We should never have allowed Elijah to lend him to us,” Orlando was not amused by Viggo’s hopelessness. “He was as much use as a fart in a paper bag; apparently, he’s having one of his wanky phases and the muses are talking to him.”
“Hey, that’s a bit strong,” Sean protested, finishing a delicate piece of cornicing. “He’s eating off the floor, sleeping on the floor and Lij isn’t touching him for five days and five nights,”
“Baby, get with the programme, he gets off on all that stuff, he thinks he’s playing Lij but Lij knows that he thinks that and he’s got an evil twist up his sleeve, they fucking exhaust me those two,” he loved Viggo and Elijah but the nature of their relationship completely eluded him. He couldn’t imagine treating Sean like that, couldn’t imagine lending Sean out, letting anyone else touch him. “Anyway, in the meantime, fuck knows where half our stuff is,” he sounded thoroughly despondent.
“It’ll turn up,” Sean looked at him then put his paintbrush down. “Shall I go and find your cooking stuff, I’ve done enough for the day,” he hated seeing Orlando looking so mithered.
“Nah, go and get showered but don’t get dressed, I’ll put the casserole on and then I wanna fuck you over our brand new kitchen table…”
“Now you’re talking,” Sean made his way down the ladder. His smooth golden skin was liberally splattered with paint and he smelt of sweat and hard work.
“On second thoughts,” Orlando grinned. “Forget the shower; just get that cute arse of yours downstairs and pronto!”
Needing no second bidding, Sean bounded over to him and down the stairs to the kitchen. “How do you want me,” he leant over the solid wooden table that they’d both fallen in love with. “Like this,” he spread his arse apart and wriggling in anticipation.
“Let me put the dinner on to cook,” Orlando was laughing as he put the casserole in the oven and turned to Sean. “That’s perfect,” his breath caught and before he could even unzip his fly, Sean leaped up. “Shit, I forgot … hang on,” he ran out of the kitchen and back up the stairs, grabbing the brushes, he hurried back down.
This time Orlando was doubled up, laughing so much he had got the hiccups. “Baby, baby,” he half gasped. “Dunno how you do it but somehow you make it so much better.
“As long as that doesn’t mean you’re not going to fuck me over the table because that wouldn’t be fair,” Sean wanted it, he needed it and he was damned if he was going to go without it.
“As you were then … now where are you going?” Sean had got up again.
“Forgot to put them into soak,” he poured a good amount of white spirit into a jam jar and dumped the brushes in.
“Now,” he leant over the table. “Now Orlando, please? If you wouldn’t mind fucking me?”