Life in a Northern Town XII
Title : Life in a Northern Town XII
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary: This is Thatcher’s Britain - nuff said. Please note, this is all made up by me for you.
A/N : Thank you for sticking with me and this goes out to woowoochow, argentine65 and mistry89
“This fucking government are going to be the death of me.”
The door slammed; the whole house shook.
“That woman is evil, I’m telling you, evil. She is tearing this country apart.
Bang. Sean’s bag hit the deck.
“I hate her. And her entire gang of snivelling Uriah Heaps who creep about after her implimenting her will on the fucking nation.
Thwap. Sean’s shirt joined the bag. Crash. He kicked off his boots, one by one.
“And I’ll tell you one thing, we’ll never fucking recover. She’s going to sell off all our assets, strip them and sell them to the highest bidder, I’m telling you, she’s fucking evil, I hate her.
Socks, trousers, underwear. Sean stood naked in the kitchen, apparently impervious to the cold.
“And when she’s finished ruining the fucking country, she’ll slink away to her lair and will she be affected by all the damage she’s done? Will she buffalo. It won’t matter because she is married to some rich cunt who will support her the rest of her life.”
Sean’s hands were on his hips, he was scowling.
Orlando thought Sean had never been so beautiful. “You,” he growled.”
Sean frowned. He recognised that turn.
“Not here,” he realiseed what’ wa about to happen. “Not here, it’s the fucking kitchen, it’s unhygienic.” He saw Orlando reaching for the olive oil. “Orlando … NO!” He was shouting.
“What the …” Orlando looked at him quizzically.
“If you’re going to use oil as lube, not the fucking olive oil. It costs an arm and a leg” Sean bent over the kitchen table, which luckily was unlaid - unlike Sean.
“Good point,” Orlando’s hard on did not abate. How could it, not when Sean was holding his arse open for Orlando’s cock? “Dear God, you look gorgeous.” He picked up the vegetable oil and poured some into his hand. “There’s a meeting about the miner’s strike at the club tomorrow, I’m coming with you.”
Sean groaned as he felt Orlando’s fingers slide into him. “You are not going near any picket lines.”
“No, I won’t but I can collect food outside the supermarket.” Orlando carefully stretched Sean a bit more, then smeared the last of the oil over his cock. He pushed into Sean; now it was his turn to groan. God he loved fucking Sean, and making love to him but a rant like that always ignited his need to take and conquer Sean.
“Oh fuck, shit, bollocks,” Sean moaned. “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake, just fuck me...”
Orlando smiled. It had taken Sean months to admit how much he loved to be fucked, previously he would get around it by declaring it was better for Orlando’s back if he did the fucking and that was true. Orlando’s thoughts flew apart as he felt himself gripped by the most incredible strength.
“Can’t you say that without swearing?” He enquired, his hips barely moving, teasing Sean.
“Fuck off, just fuck me, please Orlando.”
“Much better.” Then the only sound in the kitchen was the slapping of skin on skin. Orlando often fantasised about Mrs B walking in just at this moment. So far she never had and as today was her WI day, it was unlikely it would occur right now. As always, that thought made him move quicker, made him fuck Sean harder. He was sure Mrs B thought he was the one who took it up the arse. But she had no idea how much Sean enjoyed this. That thought made Orlando feel extraordinarily happy.
“Don’t come, Sean, wanna suck you off,” Orlando gasped when he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. He put his hands over Sean’s, his body going rigid and then coming violently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Sean’s voice dying away as he felt himself completely taken.
“Quick, turn round.” Orlando pulled out, his spent cock gleaming in the light. He dropped to his knees.
“God, you’re bossy.” Turning round, Sean smiled. “I love you … now suck my cock.”
~~
Later, after they’d shared Sean’s bath, after Orlando had put some washing on to steep, after they’d eaten their tea and washed up, they sat at the kitchen table. Orlando had the big ledger that held their household accounts open. He was adding up figures in his head and working out if they had enough money to get at least one window replaced.
“How does it look?”
“Could be better but you know,” Orlando squinted. “It could be a helluva lot worse.”
“You need glasses.”
“I know but we can’t afford it.”
“You could get NHS frames?”
“Yeah but then I’d look simple.”
Sean laughed. “Well you wouldn’t but...”
“Sean, we can’t afford it.” Orlando retorted firmly. He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll make an appointment but you’re not to laugh at me, kay?”
“Would I?”
“Yeah...” He sighed. “I want to pack in the cleaning.”
“All of it?” Sean knew there’d been something bothering Orlando. He always knew.
“No, well yes but mainly the Langdales.”
“What’s happened?”
“Nothing has actually happened. It’s just...”
“Let me put the kettle on, then you can tell me.” Sean knew Orlando would find it easier to talk if there was movement around him.”
“It’s so embarrassing.”
“Has she made a pass at you?”
“Eh?” Orlando grinned. “Sean, you have to stop thinking everyone fancies me just because you do.” He laughed. “Quite the contrary actually.”
Switching the kettle on, Sean went to the cupboard and got mugs out, took the milk out of the fridge. “Go on.”
“Well, you know, the thing is, I thought they were going to treat me like a fallen celebrity you know? Like this tragic figure, the nearly famous dancer who had the terrible accident, I thought they would dine out on me, tell their friends and that they’d ask us to dinner.”
“And?”
“Sean, Nina treats me like a servant. She talks to me and is nice enough but she treats me like the hired help.”
“Well you are.”
“Yeah I know that, but she gives me a list of instructions, she asks me to do stuff. She asked me to clean the oven the other day, it wasn’t too bad, but she barely looked at me. And they’re having loads of work done and there’s dust everywhere and then she said...” he broke off.
“What happened, sweetheart, you can tell me.” Sean was frowning.
“She said, she said to let her know if my back wasn’t up to it, that she’d get a different hoover so I wouldn’t be in agony after I’d cleaned.”
“But I don’t get it, what’s wrong with that.”
“It’s like the first time we met, she talked tome. Now she talks at me. It makes me feel … demeaned I guess.”
“Welcome to the working classes, ‘Lando.”
“That was a low blow,” Orlando snarled. “Fuck off Sean, you don’t mean working class, you mean being a downfuckingtrodden northerner. Christ, you should build a bridge and get over it.”
“Eh? Why are you being so nowty?”
“Because I want a proper job, I want a desk that I can put nick nacks on, I want tea breaks and a lunch hour. I want that or I want to be a housewife and stay at home and look after you. At the moment I feel like a skivvy and I stupidly thought you would understand.” He stood up. “I don’t want tea, I’m going to bed.”
Quietly, Orlando walked out of the room, he went to the bathroom to clean his teeth then he walked back.
“Night.” He left the room and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later, Sean appeared in the doorway with two mugs of tea. He sat down on the side of the bed. “Sorry, I was only joking, I know you aren’t a southern softy.”
“It’s bad enough have the piss taken out of me everywhere else, if you start...” Orlando’s voice was muffled. He turned over to look up at Sean. “I want a job, and I know lots of other people do too, and I know I’m being pathetic but when I’m with you, I’m allowed to be, your job is to support me, not laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry,” Sean put his tea on the bedside table and lay down next to Orlando. “I love you. I do support you. I will.”
“Not gonna pack it in and I will get glasses but I am so sick of living like this.”
“Did you mean what you said? That you’d like to be a housewife?”
“Yes, I love taking care of you, I can easily fill my days but I can’t do that. We need the money. Thank god we can’t have children.” Orlando’s lips twitched. “I heard a rumour that a new business is opening on the other side of town. Some sort of component manufacturer. I’m going to go over and see if they need someone with accounting experience.”
“You’ve no qualifications, sweetheart,” Sean pointed out gently.
“I know but that would make me dead cheap.”
“Good point, and I take it you’re going to go and stand outside Asda’s and freeze your bollocks off in order to collect food for the miners’ families?”
“Yep. I am. Someone has to make a stand against this government.” Orlando replied pointedly. “Just because I’m not throwing stones at the police, doesn’t mean what I can do isn’t useful.”
“I love you, ‘Lando.” Sean said proudly.
“So you bloody well should, no one else would put up with what I put up with.” Orlando smiled. “Now pass me my tea and let’s talk about something else.”
TBC
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary: This is Thatcher’s Britain - nuff said. Please note, this is all made up by me for you.
A/N : Thank you for sticking with me and this goes out to woowoochow, argentine65 and mistry89
“This fucking government are going to be the death of me.”
The door slammed; the whole house shook.
“That woman is evil, I’m telling you, evil. She is tearing this country apart.
Bang. Sean’s bag hit the deck.
“I hate her. And her entire gang of snivelling Uriah Heaps who creep about after her implimenting her will on the fucking nation.
Thwap. Sean’s shirt joined the bag. Crash. He kicked off his boots, one by one.
“And I’ll tell you one thing, we’ll never fucking recover. She’s going to sell off all our assets, strip them and sell them to the highest bidder, I’m telling you, she’s fucking evil, I hate her.
Socks, trousers, underwear. Sean stood naked in the kitchen, apparently impervious to the cold.
“And when she’s finished ruining the fucking country, she’ll slink away to her lair and will she be affected by all the damage she’s done? Will she buffalo. It won’t matter because she is married to some rich cunt who will support her the rest of her life.”
Sean’s hands were on his hips, he was scowling.
Orlando thought Sean had never been so beautiful. “You,” he growled.”
Sean frowned. He recognised that turn.
“Not here,” he realiseed what’ wa about to happen. “Not here, it’s the fucking kitchen, it’s unhygienic.” He saw Orlando reaching for the olive oil. “Orlando … NO!” He was shouting.
“What the …” Orlando looked at him quizzically.
“If you’re going to use oil as lube, not the fucking olive oil. It costs an arm and a leg” Sean bent over the kitchen table, which luckily was unlaid - unlike Sean.
“Good point,” Orlando’s hard on did not abate. How could it, not when Sean was holding his arse open for Orlando’s cock? “Dear God, you look gorgeous.” He picked up the vegetable oil and poured some into his hand. “There’s a meeting about the miner’s strike at the club tomorrow, I’m coming with you.”
Sean groaned as he felt Orlando’s fingers slide into him. “You are not going near any picket lines.”
“No, I won’t but I can collect food outside the supermarket.” Orlando carefully stretched Sean a bit more, then smeared the last of the oil over his cock. He pushed into Sean; now it was his turn to groan. God he loved fucking Sean, and making love to him but a rant like that always ignited his need to take and conquer Sean.
“Oh fuck, shit, bollocks,” Sean moaned. “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake, just fuck me...”
Orlando smiled. It had taken Sean months to admit how much he loved to be fucked, previously he would get around it by declaring it was better for Orlando’s back if he did the fucking and that was true. Orlando’s thoughts flew apart as he felt himself gripped by the most incredible strength.
“Can’t you say that without swearing?” He enquired, his hips barely moving, teasing Sean.
“Fuck off, just fuck me, please Orlando.”
“Much better.” Then the only sound in the kitchen was the slapping of skin on skin. Orlando often fantasised about Mrs B walking in just at this moment. So far she never had and as today was her WI day, it was unlikely it would occur right now. As always, that thought made him move quicker, made him fuck Sean harder. He was sure Mrs B thought he was the one who took it up the arse. But she had no idea how much Sean enjoyed this. That thought made Orlando feel extraordinarily happy.
“Don’t come, Sean, wanna suck you off,” Orlando gasped when he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. He put his hands over Sean’s, his body going rigid and then coming violently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Sean’s voice dying away as he felt himself completely taken.
“Quick, turn round.” Orlando pulled out, his spent cock gleaming in the light. He dropped to his knees.
“God, you’re bossy.” Turning round, Sean smiled. “I love you … now suck my cock.”
~~
Later, after they’d shared Sean’s bath, after Orlando had put some washing on to steep, after they’d eaten their tea and washed up, they sat at the kitchen table. Orlando had the big ledger that held their household accounts open. He was adding up figures in his head and working out if they had enough money to get at least one window replaced.
“How does it look?”
“Could be better but you know,” Orlando squinted. “It could be a helluva lot worse.”
“You need glasses.”
“I know but we can’t afford it.”
“You could get NHS frames?”
“Yeah but then I’d look simple.”
Sean laughed. “Well you wouldn’t but...”
“Sean, we can’t afford it.” Orlando retorted firmly. He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll make an appointment but you’re not to laugh at me, kay?”
“Would I?”
“Yeah...” He sighed. “I want to pack in the cleaning.”
“All of it?” Sean knew there’d been something bothering Orlando. He always knew.
“No, well yes but mainly the Langdales.”
“What’s happened?”
“Nothing has actually happened. It’s just...”
“Let me put the kettle on, then you can tell me.” Sean knew Orlando would find it easier to talk if there was movement around him.”
“It’s so embarrassing.”
“Has she made a pass at you?”
“Eh?” Orlando grinned. “Sean, you have to stop thinking everyone fancies me just because you do.” He laughed. “Quite the contrary actually.”
Switching the kettle on, Sean went to the cupboard and got mugs out, took the milk out of the fridge. “Go on.”
“Well, you know, the thing is, I thought they were going to treat me like a fallen celebrity you know? Like this tragic figure, the nearly famous dancer who had the terrible accident, I thought they would dine out on me, tell their friends and that they’d ask us to dinner.”
“And?”
“Sean, Nina treats me like a servant. She talks to me and is nice enough but she treats me like the hired help.”
“Well you are.”
“Yeah I know that, but she gives me a list of instructions, she asks me to do stuff. She asked me to clean the oven the other day, it wasn’t too bad, but she barely looked at me. And they’re having loads of work done and there’s dust everywhere and then she said...” he broke off.
“What happened, sweetheart, you can tell me.” Sean was frowning.
“She said, she said to let her know if my back wasn’t up to it, that she’d get a different hoover so I wouldn’t be in agony after I’d cleaned.”
“But I don’t get it, what’s wrong with that.”
“It’s like the first time we met, she talked tome. Now she talks at me. It makes me feel … demeaned I guess.”
“Welcome to the working classes, ‘Lando.”
“That was a low blow,” Orlando snarled. “Fuck off Sean, you don’t mean working class, you mean being a downfuckingtrodden northerner. Christ, you should build a bridge and get over it.”
“Eh? Why are you being so nowty?”
“Because I want a proper job, I want a desk that I can put nick nacks on, I want tea breaks and a lunch hour. I want that or I want to be a housewife and stay at home and look after you. At the moment I feel like a skivvy and I stupidly thought you would understand.” He stood up. “I don’t want tea, I’m going to bed.”
Quietly, Orlando walked out of the room, he went to the bathroom to clean his teeth then he walked back.
“Night.” He left the room and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later, Sean appeared in the doorway with two mugs of tea. He sat down on the side of the bed. “Sorry, I was only joking, I know you aren’t a southern softy.”
“It’s bad enough have the piss taken out of me everywhere else, if you start...” Orlando’s voice was muffled. He turned over to look up at Sean. “I want a job, and I know lots of other people do too, and I know I’m being pathetic but when I’m with you, I’m allowed to be, your job is to support me, not laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry,” Sean put his tea on the bedside table and lay down next to Orlando. “I love you. I do support you. I will.”
“Not gonna pack it in and I will get glasses but I am so sick of living like this.”
“Did you mean what you said? That you’d like to be a housewife?”
“Yes, I love taking care of you, I can easily fill my days but I can’t do that. We need the money. Thank god we can’t have children.” Orlando’s lips twitched. “I heard a rumour that a new business is opening on the other side of town. Some sort of component manufacturer. I’m going to go over and see if they need someone with accounting experience.”
“You’ve no qualifications, sweetheart,” Sean pointed out gently.
“I know but that would make me dead cheap.”
“Good point, and I take it you’re going to go and stand outside Asda’s and freeze your bollocks off in order to collect food for the miners’ families?”
“Yep. I am. Someone has to make a stand against this government.” Orlando replied pointedly. “Just because I’m not throwing stones at the police, doesn’t mean what I can do isn’t useful.”
“I love you, ‘Lando.” Sean said proudly.
“So you bloody well should, no one else would put up with what I put up with.” Orlando smiled. “Now pass me my tea and let’s talk about something else.”
TBC