Italy v Romania
Title : Italy v Romania (Group C, game three)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For the lurkers and inominate amongst my readers
“Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean,” Orlando was sprawled over the couch. “Match is starting and I need a beer … and some pretzels … oh and I fancy a banana…”
“I know what you can do with your banana,” Sean muttered as he got up yet again to fetch what his beloved required.
“I heard that.”
“Harrumph.”
Never again, Sean mused to himself, would he keep his cock inside his lover’s arse, he didn’t care how good it felt or how much Orlando swore he was enjoying it. He’d woken up claiming he could barely walk, had demanded to be carried downstairs and was now making Sean wait on him hand and foot.
It had been a very long day.
The match was okay. Two goals in the first half and no distractions, no one tried to fuck him, spank him, talk to him. In fairness to Orlando Sean was quiet too, his lips were moving mind, it was just his running commentary was soundless but there wasn’t even any teasing, turning round and looking closer, Sean realised Orlando had fallen asleep.
At half time, he turned the television down and tiptoed out of the room. Before the second half had started, Sean was sitting in his favourite pub with a bottle of dog in his hand pontificating loudly. When Buffon save the late penalty that could have sent the Italians packing, it was clear that Sean was going to be staying put until closing time and beyond.
Orlando muttered something, moved uneasily; half opened his eyes then nodded off again.
Italy 1-1 Romania
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For the lurkers and inominate amongst my readers
“Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean,” Orlando was sprawled over the couch. “Match is starting and I need a beer … and some pretzels … oh and I fancy a banana…”
“I know what you can do with your banana,” Sean muttered as he got up yet again to fetch what his beloved required.
“I heard that.”
“Harrumph.”
Never again, Sean mused to himself, would he keep his cock inside his lover’s arse, he didn’t care how good it felt or how much Orlando swore he was enjoying it. He’d woken up claiming he could barely walk, had demanded to be carried downstairs and was now making Sean wait on him hand and foot.
It had been a very long day.
The match was okay. Two goals in the first half and no distractions, no one tried to fuck him, spank him, talk to him. In fairness to Orlando Sean was quiet too, his lips were moving mind, it was just his running commentary was soundless but there wasn’t even any teasing, turning round and looking closer, Sean realised Orlando had fallen asleep.
At half time, he turned the television down and tiptoed out of the room. Before the second half had started, Sean was sitting in his favourite pub with a bottle of dog in his hand pontificating loudly. When Buffon save the late penalty that could have sent the Italians packing, it was clear that Sean was going to be staying put until closing time and beyond.
Orlando muttered something, moved uneasily; half opened his eyes then nodded off again.
Italy 1-1 Romania