Poland v Croatia
Title : Poland v Croatia (Group B, game six)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For jackieville
Sean grunted.
He grunted again.
He was sweating profusely.
A bead of moisture trickled down his forehead, over his nose and dropped on to the portable TV he was carrying from the other spare room to the kitchen.
Luckily for him, Orlando was out, was going to be out for quite a while. He wanted to watch the Austria Germany match but he couldn’t therefore see Poland v Croatia but Poland had to win by less goals than Austria or was it Germany, he couldn’t quite remember. Anyway, he wanted to keep an eye on both matches and that meant he had to run between the kitchen and the living room and hope that Orlando didn’t come back and catch him.
Okay … that was fine; he had a bit of a fiddle with the aerial and made himself a huge pot of tea. In truth Sean wasn’t so much of a drinker, not anymore. Not when it took about 24 hours to recover. He was more than happy with his tea, proper Yorkshire tea, made with leaves, strong enough for the teaspoon to stand up in. He settled himself on the couch and turned on the TV.
Running in at just about half way through the first half, Sean had to see what was happening, just to check up. Still 0-0, Croatia were through but what about Poland? It was too much for Sean to work out, he paused as Dariusz Dudka headed wide from a corner .. just missing, actually that was a good attempt but Sean couldn’t stop.
He ran back to the other room where it wasn’t so cut and dried.
Some time later, Orlando came in via the kitchen, kicked off his shoes, got a can of coke out of the fridge and sat down to see what was happening with Poland.
Ivan Klasnic sprinted clear of the Poland defence, looking likely to break the deadlock, but Poland keeper Artur Boruc raced off his line and brilliantly smothered the Croat's strike. Minutes later the Celtic stopper repeated the feat against Ivan Rakitic's effort from the left-hand side of the box…
Getting up to go find Sean, Orlando heard him muttering.
“Lan … I wish you weren’t missing this… they’re shaking hands for fuck’s sake”
.
Carrying Orlando into the kitchen, Sean needed to do this fast. He couldn’t bear to let go of his lover but he couldn’t fuck him with clothes on. Tenderly he laid his beloved on the kitchen table and pulled his sweats down and kicked them away. He smiled as Orlando wriggled out of his jeans.
“God we need a better kitchen table … ouch …”
“Mind your back,” Sean snapped and peeled the offending denim off.
He had the olive oil to hand and quickly prepped Orlando, he had no wish for a repeat of the other night. He pushed in and it wasn’t gentle. He could hear the TV and he knew time was of the essence, beginning to move fast. Orlando was moving with him, lifting his legs up high until Sean draped them over his shoulder and fucked him good and proper.
“Touch me Sean, I gotta come with you, and stop being so fucking gentle, I’m prepped good, show me how hard you can do me.”
“Hard enough?” Sean fucked him harder, faster, fisting Orlando’s cock, showing it no mercy. “We gotta come soon, I don’t wanna miss any more footy cos I live with the sexiest,” he groaned as Orlando gripped him harder, “man in England…”
“In the world you mean …”
Sean smiled, grunted and came, when Orlando did that thing he could never hold on.
“Stop,” Orlando batted his hand away. “I’m saving this for you … quick, it’s time and I wanna check how Woods is getting on.
Helping him up, Sean grabbed a clean towel before they headed back to the living room.
~~
Croatia were looking good and Poland looked to be going home, Sean poked his head around the door just in time to see Ivan Klasnic slot the ball home.
They hadn’t missed much. Croatia had been relaxed and not really trying too hard but even so, it had been too much for Poland. Still, that was the beautiful game.
Having watched Sean go off to bed, Orlano turned the other TV off. He wiped the table down and eliminated all evidence of sexual activity. Mrs Grange was coming in to clean tomorrow and didn’t need to know what they’d been doing during the football. Not that she would be surprised having caught them more than once.
Unplugging the TV, he decided to leave it where it was. He knew Sean would only bring it down again tomorrow. Smiling to himself, he secured the doors and bounded up the stairs with way more energy than a man who’d been fucked by Sean Bean should’ve been moving.
“Hello,” Orlando threw himself on top of Sean, winding him. “Now what’s up?” he knew when his lover was naval gazing.
“It’s nothing really, just that after last night, it was all a bit shit…”
Orlando stroked his face lovingly. “Tell you what, when this is done and before I have to head off again, let’s take a break somewhere where we can be naked a lot, somewhere warm, what do you say? We might go and stay with Karl and Harry?”
“What about the flight?”
“Okay, how about Cannes instead? Johnny has a place we could borrow, what do you say?”
“Yeah, that sounds good, we could get the Eurostar?”
“Course.”
“And it’s France Italy tomorrow,” Sean looked happier. After all there was a good chance that Italy would decimate the French which would be an all round good thing as far as he was concerned.
Poland 0-1 Croatia
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For jackieville
Sean grunted.
He grunted again.
He was sweating profusely.
A bead of moisture trickled down his forehead, over his nose and dropped on to the portable TV he was carrying from the other spare room to the kitchen.
Luckily for him, Orlando was out, was going to be out for quite a while. He wanted to watch the Austria Germany match but he couldn’t therefore see Poland v Croatia but Poland had to win by less goals than Austria or was it Germany, he couldn’t quite remember. Anyway, he wanted to keep an eye on both matches and that meant he had to run between the kitchen and the living room and hope that Orlando didn’t come back and catch him.
Okay … that was fine; he had a bit of a fiddle with the aerial and made himself a huge pot of tea. In truth Sean wasn’t so much of a drinker, not anymore. Not when it took about 24 hours to recover. He was more than happy with his tea, proper Yorkshire tea, made with leaves, strong enough for the teaspoon to stand up in. He settled himself on the couch and turned on the TV.
Running in at just about half way through the first half, Sean had to see what was happening, just to check up. Still 0-0, Croatia were through but what about Poland? It was too much for Sean to work out, he paused as Dariusz Dudka headed wide from a corner .. just missing, actually that was a good attempt but Sean couldn’t stop.
He ran back to the other room where it wasn’t so cut and dried.
Some time later, Orlando came in via the kitchen, kicked off his shoes, got a can of coke out of the fridge and sat down to see what was happening with Poland.
Ivan Klasnic sprinted clear of the Poland defence, looking likely to break the deadlock, but Poland keeper Artur Boruc raced off his line and brilliantly smothered the Croat's strike. Minutes later the Celtic stopper repeated the feat against Ivan Rakitic's effort from the left-hand side of the box…
Getting up to go find Sean, Orlando heard him muttering.
“Lan … I wish you weren’t missing this… they’re shaking hands for fuck’s sake”
.
Carrying Orlando into the kitchen, Sean needed to do this fast. He couldn’t bear to let go of his lover but he couldn’t fuck him with clothes on. Tenderly he laid his beloved on the kitchen table and pulled his sweats down and kicked them away. He smiled as Orlando wriggled out of his jeans.
“God we need a better kitchen table … ouch …”
“Mind your back,” Sean snapped and peeled the offending denim off.
He had the olive oil to hand and quickly prepped Orlando, he had no wish for a repeat of the other night. He pushed in and it wasn’t gentle. He could hear the TV and he knew time was of the essence, beginning to move fast. Orlando was moving with him, lifting his legs up high until Sean draped them over his shoulder and fucked him good and proper.
“Touch me Sean, I gotta come with you, and stop being so fucking gentle, I’m prepped good, show me how hard you can do me.”
“Hard enough?” Sean fucked him harder, faster, fisting Orlando’s cock, showing it no mercy. “We gotta come soon, I don’t wanna miss any more footy cos I live with the sexiest,” he groaned as Orlando gripped him harder, “man in England…”
“In the world you mean …”
Sean smiled, grunted and came, when Orlando did that thing he could never hold on.
“Stop,” Orlando batted his hand away. “I’m saving this for you … quick, it’s time and I wanna check how Woods is getting on.
Helping him up, Sean grabbed a clean towel before they headed back to the living room.
~~
Croatia were looking good and Poland looked to be going home, Sean poked his head around the door just in time to see Ivan Klasnic slot the ball home.
They hadn’t missed much. Croatia had been relaxed and not really trying too hard but even so, it had been too much for Poland. Still, that was the beautiful game.
Having watched Sean go off to bed, Orlano turned the other TV off. He wiped the table down and eliminated all evidence of sexual activity. Mrs Grange was coming in to clean tomorrow and didn’t need to know what they’d been doing during the football. Not that she would be surprised having caught them more than once.
Unplugging the TV, he decided to leave it where it was. He knew Sean would only bring it down again tomorrow. Smiling to himself, he secured the doors and bounded up the stairs with way more energy than a man who’d been fucked by Sean Bean should’ve been moving.
“Hello,” Orlando threw himself on top of Sean, winding him. “Now what’s up?” he knew when his lover was naval gazing.
“It’s nothing really, just that after last night, it was all a bit shit…”
Orlando stroked his face lovingly. “Tell you what, when this is done and before I have to head off again, let’s take a break somewhere where we can be naked a lot, somewhere warm, what do you say? We might go and stay with Karl and Harry?”
“What about the flight?”
“Okay, how about Cannes instead? Johnny has a place we could borrow, what do you say?”
“Yeah, that sounds good, we could get the Eurostar?”
“Course.”
“And it’s France Italy tomorrow,” Sean looked happier. After all there was a good chance that Italy would decimate the French which would be an all round good thing as far as he was concerned.
Poland 0-1 Croatia