Portugal v Turkey
Title : Portugal v Turkey (Group A, game two)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : There might be some references to football under the cut *g*
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For yehnica because she is a Sporting girl *g*
Orlando was in the kitchen reading. He was enjoying his book, it was really rather good actually, Roma by Steven Saylor, it was comprehensive and he was successfully blocking out the noise of Sean watching the Portugal Turkey match.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo……….”
Orlando turned the radio up, he was listening to Classic FM, a guaranteed football free zone.
“Fucking brilliant goal … ‘LAN…” why wouldn’t Sean just let him alone? “Portugal have scored … Pepe, he plays for Real …”
It occurred to him that his beloved Orlando seemed not to be very interested and it was a shame because this was a much more interesting game and it would be a clear derivation of duty if he, the perfect boy etc, didn’t keep his Master abreast of the situation.
But it was getting really exciting and he couldn’t bear to tear himself away, Ronaldo … yes, there he was and …
“Boooooooooollocks…” he screamed as the ball rolled harmlessly away. “Come on you big numpty, score a fucking goal…”
And as if the football gods were listening, little Meireles of Sporting, pushed one past the hapless Turkish goalie and it was all over bar the shouting and Sean was leaping up and down, screaming his head off.
Orlando turned the page and hummed along to Amilcare Ponchielli’s Dance Of The Hours. When Sean tapped him on the shoulder he nearly went through the roof.
“What the fuck?”
“Portugal won 2-0,” Sean grabbed himself a beer. “And it was a great match ‘Lan, you shoulda watched it,” he took a long swallow, being sure to give his lover an excellent view of his throat.
“Mmmm…” Orlando finished his page and looked up. “That’s great Sean but I want to finish this chapter before Sex and the City on Paramount begins.”
“You’re pissed off with me … I told you I wanted …”
“I am not pissed off with you Sean, I know how you feel about football, we go through this every time there’s a major tournament, we went through it in 2000 and 2004, I know how much it means to you, it’s just England aren’t playing and…”
“Just means you can enjoy the football without having anything invested in it and I like football,” Sean sounded a little anxious. Every previous relationship he’d had had come adrift over his devotion to sport.
“Baby,” Orlando shut his book. “It would take more than your anorak attitude to football to put me off you,” he sighed. “We have this conversation every two years, whenever there’s a major football tournament; I thought you were over this?”
“I am, it’s just …” Sean grinned. “I let you fall off the couch,” he felt much better.
Recognising that Sean didn’t want to talk about it anymore, Orlando laughed. “Yeah, well now you have to wait until after I’ve watched Sex and the City, they’re starting from the first series and I haven’t seen all of them.”
“But we have the whole lot on DVD,” Sean blinked.
“Yes but I want to watch when other people are watching too.”
Recognising, in his turn, that it was pointless attempting to point out that this was totally illogical, Sean fetched his love a beer and joined him on the couch.
Portugal 2-0 Turkey
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : There might be some references to football under the cut *g*
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For yehnica because she is a Sporting girl *g*
Orlando was in the kitchen reading. He was enjoying his book, it was really rather good actually, Roma by Steven Saylor, it was comprehensive and he was successfully blocking out the noise of Sean watching the Portugal Turkey match.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo……….”
Orlando turned the radio up, he was listening to Classic FM, a guaranteed football free zone.
“Fucking brilliant goal … ‘LAN…” why wouldn’t Sean just let him alone? “Portugal have scored … Pepe, he plays for Real …”
It occurred to him that his beloved Orlando seemed not to be very interested and it was a shame because this was a much more interesting game and it would be a clear derivation of duty if he, the perfect boy etc, didn’t keep his Master abreast of the situation.
But it was getting really exciting and he couldn’t bear to tear himself away, Ronaldo … yes, there he was and …
“Boooooooooollocks…” he screamed as the ball rolled harmlessly away. “Come on you big numpty, score a fucking goal…”
And as if the football gods were listening, little Meireles of Sporting, pushed one past the hapless Turkish goalie and it was all over bar the shouting and Sean was leaping up and down, screaming his head off.
Orlando turned the page and hummed along to Amilcare Ponchielli’s Dance Of The Hours. When Sean tapped him on the shoulder he nearly went through the roof.
“What the fuck?”
“Portugal won 2-0,” Sean grabbed himself a beer. “And it was a great match ‘Lan, you shoulda watched it,” he took a long swallow, being sure to give his lover an excellent view of his throat.
“Mmmm…” Orlando finished his page and looked up. “That’s great Sean but I want to finish this chapter before Sex and the City on Paramount begins.”
“You’re pissed off with me … I told you I wanted …”
“I am not pissed off with you Sean, I know how you feel about football, we go through this every time there’s a major tournament, we went through it in 2000 and 2004, I know how much it means to you, it’s just England aren’t playing and…”
“Just means you can enjoy the football without having anything invested in it and I like football,” Sean sounded a little anxious. Every previous relationship he’d had had come adrift over his devotion to sport.
“Baby,” Orlando shut his book. “It would take more than your anorak attitude to football to put me off you,” he sighed. “We have this conversation every two years, whenever there’s a major football tournament; I thought you were over this?”
“I am, it’s just …” Sean grinned. “I let you fall off the couch,” he felt much better.
Recognising that Sean didn’t want to talk about it anymore, Orlando laughed. “Yeah, well now you have to wait until after I’ve watched Sex and the City, they’re starting from the first series and I haven’t seen all of them.”
“But we have the whole lot on DVD,” Sean blinked.
“Yes but I want to watch when other people are watching too.”
Recognising, in his turn, that it was pointless attempting to point out that this was totally illogical, Sean fetched his love a beer and joined him on the couch.
Portugal 2-0 Turkey