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compass
Title: Compass
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elf_skitzo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared Leto, Orlando Bloom
Notes: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge #32 - poem. Orlando gets help coping with the end, and makes a new friend. EDIT: And now that the contest is over, the line from the poem (in italics) is by Jewel
Feedback: is very appreciated
It was going to be their last time together. Orlando knew it, and so did Kate. It was why they had separate hotel rooms - and the only reason they were that close was for the sake of this appearance - their last appearance. Orlando was already trying to cope with the separation that was not yet publicly official (he never saw why it needed to be, public). Kate seemed fine, and that was good.
One of them needed to be fine.
Orli knew that he'd be fine too, that he'd smile with her and they'd enjoy the walk together, talking like they always did (like they always would, she promised).
And they had made promises, because it was mutual (was anything ever mutual?) - he would still call her for a breath and she would still answer so that he knew she was okay. She was going to keep the dog, but they'd always known that.
But they were separating, and Orlando was still working on how to cope with the idea of flying solo again. Things were different, they had changed, and he was afraid to ease into the flow again.
Kate still teased him while he fidgeted in front of the mirror.
"Orli," she said, "you're gorgeous and everyone knows it but you."
Orlando smiled and let her fix his tie.
They smiled on the red carpet together, each knowing that it was the quiet farewell to Hollywood's former cute-couple. Someone else would pop up in no time to take their place, Orlando was sure. That was how it worked, wasn't it? Kate held his hand and they sat together and smiled together and left together. Orlando had never really liked black-tie affairs - he liked showing up in jeans and a blazer and calling it fashion.
At the after party they were together more out of habit than need. Orlando didn't really want to be alone - he was sure that was the only reason Kate stayed with him. She was always sweet like that. He still noticed that she looked around the other men; he didn't say anything, though she would pinch him and giggle when she caught him doing the same. It seemed almost normal.
He couldn't put his finger on why he looked at Jared. Maybe it was the familiarity of celebrity (he had seen the man around LA), or maybe it was the angelic mischief in those tea-saucer blue eyes, or the devil's playground hinting in his long and clever-looking hands (he wondered how much trouble they had gotten into). He caught Jared's eyes a few times, across the room, and finally he came over to say hello. Kate knew him; she introduced them and quickly saw her way out of the conversation.
It was hard not to laugh and smile at the not-so-subtle flirtations whispered in his ear. He knew Jared sang and suddenly found himself wondering what it would feel like to be his microphone, or his guitar, to be the one under the constant commanding caresses of those hands, to be the one amplifying that voice. Orlando had never guessed at first how deliciously sinful Jared could sound.
"Come back to my place."
Orlando supposed he should have been startled by his own daring; Jared looked like he had read this script before, but proceeded on the side of caution.
"You and Kate?"
"Separate rooms."
And all the understanding that was needed lay bare in that statement. Orlando looked up and drowned in blue. He hadn't seen a color so pure since Elijah, but Jared was fierce and feral and promising. It took them two minutes to get from the table to the door; eight from party to hotel; three from lobby to room. In thirteen minutes Orlando had rationalized a situation that probably shouldn't have been.
He needed it to be over, clean and whole, and he didn't want to be alone.
Things had felt uncomfortably clinical since they left the party together, but Jared solved that the second they were in the suite. Orlando turned around, and Jared was on him like a storm - Orli got caught up and utterly swept away by the first kiss.
Jared was hot and demanding and unrelenting – his tongue tasted and claimed, his hands gripped held, pushed and pulled at Orlando to get them closer together. Orlando got his arms around the other man’s shoulders, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as he panted against Jared’s mouth.
It took a bit of struggling to get them to the bed. Orlando hit another wall between the door and there, but he didn’t mind. He swore that he was going to climb up it if Jared went for his neck again. His tie was choking him, but his hands trembled as he loosened it – Jared finished with his teeth, then threw it aside. Watching him renewed Orlando’s desperation and he all but shoved the other man onto the bed, joining him after kicking his shoes off. The space between them became a tangle of hands and wrists. Jared unbuttoned Orlando’s shirt; Orli freed Jared from his tie and jacket. They would stop, kiss to taste each other again, and then continued to work with increasing fervor.
Orlando shrugged out of his shirt and threw it aside.
He was pushing Jared’s shirt open when he felt his pants yanked down. Orlando gasped, then wiggled out of them. Distracted, he found himself flipped onto his back with Jared tonguing his pulse, then his collarbone.
“Got anything?” Jared’s voice was low and smooth.
“Bag…” Orlando nodded to the floor and gave Jared a nudge in its direction. The other man flashed a wicked looking smirk and Orli’s insides trembled. Jesus.
Jared came back and lost the rest of his clothes. He bent over Orlando, exploring every inch of olive flesh as he uncapped the tube and squeezed the cool gel on his fingers. Orlando squirmed, jerking his body away – it tickled when Jared sucked on his hip, but Jared didn’t give up and only held him down.
He was shocked at first by the cool touch of Jared’s fingers, teasing him before one slid inside him. Orlando winced a little, but took a deep breath when he heard Jared whisper, “Relax.” He couldn’t help but listen. Jared’s voice was hypnotic. Orlando laid back and stretched his arms above his head, holding on to the pillow and wedging his fingers between the bed and mattress.
Blunt nails raked along his sides and Orlando was drawn into an arch by the rough friction, pushing himself up in offering to the mouth that was tasting across his stomach. His hand flew down to tangle in Jared's hair and he moaned weakly. In a spasming tense of muscles Orlando's body curled forward, mouth hanging open as teeth clamped down on his shoulder.
"That hurt?" Jared panted against his ear. Orlando could only nod, clutching the back of the other man's neck tighter. Two fingers plunged back inside him and pressed hard, drawing a sharp cry. "Still hurt?"
"Ah fuck! No... Christ no...” Orlando writhed, bucking his hips up and wincing when he realized Jared couldn't get any deeper.
"Good."
Jared pushed him back to the bed and pinned him there, left hand firm on his chest. Orlando tossed his head back, damp curls sticking to his forehead. “Oh please…” he whimpered, his eyes glazed as he looked up at Jared, his chest heaving. But Jared wasn’t done. Another finger was worked into him and Orlando was ready to scream, to claw the sheets.
But there was a merciful God. Jared stroked and teased until Orli felt like he would burst, and suddenly stopped. Orlando moaned weakly, dazed in his desperation. He watched Jared taking his dear-sweet-fucking time with a condom (had he brought one or had it been in Orlando’s bag? He couldn’t remember).
Orlando propped himself up on his elbows.
“No,” Jared muttered, lunging forward with unexpected speed. Orlando gasped sharply as he was grabbed and flipped onto his stomach. He moaned when an arm circled his waist to get his hips up. Orlando pushed up onto his knees, supporting himself on his forearms. He felt overwhelmed by the heat of Jared’s body looming above his own and pushed his hips back insistently.
Jared’s cock slid against him, then without preamble thrust into him. Orli cried out, only to have his face shoved into a pillow for a second. Then Jared let him go, hand pressing to the bed beside the pillow, his other arm still secure and snug against Orlando’s hips.
They moved together, slick and hard and needy. Orlando panted, his body burning and each push of Jared’s hips stoked the fire until it roared in him – he couldn’t hear anything above it. Jared bit his skin, grabbed at him to drag him closer, scratched him. Orlando had never felt anything like this in his life. Sure, he’d played at being rough but it was always an act. Never had it ever felt so fucking natural to him as it did now – like there was no other way to experience it but Jared’s.
Everything came to a crashing crescendo and Orlando realised that he was screaming, and that Jared's breathless cry harmonized with his own. It was delicious.
It was as if a white light had flashed as he came, blinding him and searing away everything that had been weighing him down, and Orlando felt almost peaceful as the roar stopped, and the ecstasy surged through him.
Jared thrust once, twice more before he stopped. He pulled away and collapsed beside Orli, each panting, gasping together in the dim room, the only light from a little lamp in the corner that Orlando had not turned off the night before.
It was when he started to feel tired that he began to think. Jared got up to throw away the condom and Orlando felt torn. If Jared left, he would feel alone but maybe relieved and without obligation... but couldn't he just leave in the morning? The decision was made for him when the musician came back and lay beside him. Jared kissed his cheek and stroked back his damp hair.
"Do you want me to go?" His voice was softer and gentler than Orli might have thought possible.
"No."
"Okay."
There was quiet. A siren sounded on some far-off street and Orlando finally rolled over, closing his eyes and hiding his face against the consoling warmth of Jared's chest. Jared kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I will draw a compass on your belly," his fingers drifted down to trace the circle of the sun on Orlando's stomach, "and you will tell my heart that it's okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky."
Orlando smiled and touched a kiss to Jared's neck. "Thank you, Jared."
In the morning they kissed, they showered, and they left. Orlando found that he couldn't regret anything, and as soon as he could he called Kate.
Things were going to be okay - he wasn't alone because it was over.
...
He saw him again at the Vanity Fair party. Jared had not been at the Oscars, but there he was, and Orlando bowed his head when the other man came close to speak in his ear.
"I will draw a compass on your belly, and you will tell my heart that it's okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky."
A slow smile curved Orlando's lips but when he lifted his head to respond, Jared had already gone off to schmooze with someone else.
However, when Orli tucked a hand in his pocket, he found a piece of paper with a room number and a hotel name.
Author:
elf_skitzoRating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared Leto, Orlando Bloom
Notes: for
lotrpschallenge #32 - poem. Orlando gets help coping with the end, and makes a new friend. EDIT: And now that the contest is over, the line from the poem (in italics) is by JewelFeedback: is very appreciated
It was going to be their last time together. Orlando knew it, and so did Kate. It was why they had separate hotel rooms - and the only reason they were that close was for the sake of this appearance - their last appearance. Orlando was already trying to cope with the separation that was not yet publicly official (he never saw why it needed to be, public). Kate seemed fine, and that was good.
One of them needed to be fine.
Orli knew that he'd be fine too, that he'd smile with her and they'd enjoy the walk together, talking like they always did (like they always would, she promised).
And they had made promises, because it was mutual (was anything ever mutual?) - he would still call her for a breath and she would still answer so that he knew she was okay. She was going to keep the dog, but they'd always known that.
But they were separating, and Orlando was still working on how to cope with the idea of flying solo again. Things were different, they had changed, and he was afraid to ease into the flow again.
Kate still teased him while he fidgeted in front of the mirror.
"Orli," she said, "you're gorgeous and everyone knows it but you."
Orlando smiled and let her fix his tie.
They smiled on the red carpet together, each knowing that it was the quiet farewell to Hollywood's former cute-couple. Someone else would pop up in no time to take their place, Orlando was sure. That was how it worked, wasn't it? Kate held his hand and they sat together and smiled together and left together. Orlando had never really liked black-tie affairs - he liked showing up in jeans and a blazer and calling it fashion.
At the after party they were together more out of habit than need. Orlando didn't really want to be alone - he was sure that was the only reason Kate stayed with him. She was always sweet like that. He still noticed that she looked around the other men; he didn't say anything, though she would pinch him and giggle when she caught him doing the same. It seemed almost normal.
He couldn't put his finger on why he looked at Jared. Maybe it was the familiarity of celebrity (he had seen the man around LA), or maybe it was the angelic mischief in those tea-saucer blue eyes, or the devil's playground hinting in his long and clever-looking hands (he wondered how much trouble they had gotten into). He caught Jared's eyes a few times, across the room, and finally he came over to say hello. Kate knew him; she introduced them and quickly saw her way out of the conversation.
It was hard not to laugh and smile at the not-so-subtle flirtations whispered in his ear. He knew Jared sang and suddenly found himself wondering what it would feel like to be his microphone, or his guitar, to be the one under the constant commanding caresses of those hands, to be the one amplifying that voice. Orlando had never guessed at first how deliciously sinful Jared could sound.
"Come back to my place."
Orlando supposed he should have been startled by his own daring; Jared looked like he had read this script before, but proceeded on the side of caution.
"You and Kate?"
"Separate rooms."
And all the understanding that was needed lay bare in that statement. Orlando looked up and drowned in blue. He hadn't seen a color so pure since Elijah, but Jared was fierce and feral and promising. It took them two minutes to get from the table to the door; eight from party to hotel; three from lobby to room. In thirteen minutes Orlando had rationalized a situation that probably shouldn't have been.
He needed it to be over, clean and whole, and he didn't want to be alone.
Things had felt uncomfortably clinical since they left the party together, but Jared solved that the second they were in the suite. Orlando turned around, and Jared was on him like a storm - Orli got caught up and utterly swept away by the first kiss.
Jared was hot and demanding and unrelenting – his tongue tasted and claimed, his hands gripped held, pushed and pulled at Orlando to get them closer together. Orlando got his arms around the other man’s shoulders, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as he panted against Jared’s mouth.
It took a bit of struggling to get them to the bed. Orlando hit another wall between the door and there, but he didn’t mind. He swore that he was going to climb up it if Jared went for his neck again. His tie was choking him, but his hands trembled as he loosened it – Jared finished with his teeth, then threw it aside. Watching him renewed Orlando’s desperation and he all but shoved the other man onto the bed, joining him after kicking his shoes off. The space between them became a tangle of hands and wrists. Jared unbuttoned Orlando’s shirt; Orli freed Jared from his tie and jacket. They would stop, kiss to taste each other again, and then continued to work with increasing fervor.
Orlando shrugged out of his shirt and threw it aside.
He was pushing Jared’s shirt open when he felt his pants yanked down. Orlando gasped, then wiggled out of them. Distracted, he found himself flipped onto his back with Jared tonguing his pulse, then his collarbone.
“Got anything?” Jared’s voice was low and smooth.
“Bag…” Orlando nodded to the floor and gave Jared a nudge in its direction. The other man flashed a wicked looking smirk and Orli’s insides trembled. Jesus.
Jared came back and lost the rest of his clothes. He bent over Orlando, exploring every inch of olive flesh as he uncapped the tube and squeezed the cool gel on his fingers. Orlando squirmed, jerking his body away – it tickled when Jared sucked on his hip, but Jared didn’t give up and only held him down.
He was shocked at first by the cool touch of Jared’s fingers, teasing him before one slid inside him. Orlando winced a little, but took a deep breath when he heard Jared whisper, “Relax.” He couldn’t help but listen. Jared’s voice was hypnotic. Orlando laid back and stretched his arms above his head, holding on to the pillow and wedging his fingers between the bed and mattress.
Blunt nails raked along his sides and Orlando was drawn into an arch by the rough friction, pushing himself up in offering to the mouth that was tasting across his stomach. His hand flew down to tangle in Jared's hair and he moaned weakly. In a spasming tense of muscles Orlando's body curled forward, mouth hanging open as teeth clamped down on his shoulder.
"That hurt?" Jared panted against his ear. Orlando could only nod, clutching the back of the other man's neck tighter. Two fingers plunged back inside him and pressed hard, drawing a sharp cry. "Still hurt?"
"Ah fuck! No... Christ no...” Orlando writhed, bucking his hips up and wincing when he realized Jared couldn't get any deeper.
"Good."
Jared pushed him back to the bed and pinned him there, left hand firm on his chest. Orlando tossed his head back, damp curls sticking to his forehead. “Oh please…” he whimpered, his eyes glazed as he looked up at Jared, his chest heaving. But Jared wasn’t done. Another finger was worked into him and Orlando was ready to scream, to claw the sheets.
But there was a merciful God. Jared stroked and teased until Orli felt like he would burst, and suddenly stopped. Orlando moaned weakly, dazed in his desperation. He watched Jared taking his dear-sweet-fucking time with a condom (had he brought one or had it been in Orlando’s bag? He couldn’t remember).
Orlando propped himself up on his elbows.
“No,” Jared muttered, lunging forward with unexpected speed. Orlando gasped sharply as he was grabbed and flipped onto his stomach. He moaned when an arm circled his waist to get his hips up. Orlando pushed up onto his knees, supporting himself on his forearms. He felt overwhelmed by the heat of Jared’s body looming above his own and pushed his hips back insistently.
Jared’s cock slid against him, then without preamble thrust into him. Orli cried out, only to have his face shoved into a pillow for a second. Then Jared let him go, hand pressing to the bed beside the pillow, his other arm still secure and snug against Orlando’s hips.
They moved together, slick and hard and needy. Orlando panted, his body burning and each push of Jared’s hips stoked the fire until it roared in him – he couldn’t hear anything above it. Jared bit his skin, grabbed at him to drag him closer, scratched him. Orlando had never felt anything like this in his life. Sure, he’d played at being rough but it was always an act. Never had it ever felt so fucking natural to him as it did now – like there was no other way to experience it but Jared’s.
Everything came to a crashing crescendo and Orlando realised that he was screaming, and that Jared's breathless cry harmonized with his own. It was delicious.
It was as if a white light had flashed as he came, blinding him and searing away everything that had been weighing him down, and Orlando felt almost peaceful as the roar stopped, and the ecstasy surged through him.
Jared thrust once, twice more before he stopped. He pulled away and collapsed beside Orli, each panting, gasping together in the dim room, the only light from a little lamp in the corner that Orlando had not turned off the night before.
It was when he started to feel tired that he began to think. Jared got up to throw away the condom and Orlando felt torn. If Jared left, he would feel alone but maybe relieved and without obligation... but couldn't he just leave in the morning? The decision was made for him when the musician came back and lay beside him. Jared kissed his cheek and stroked back his damp hair.
"Do you want me to go?" His voice was softer and gentler than Orli might have thought possible.
"No."
"Okay."
There was quiet. A siren sounded on some far-off street and Orlando finally rolled over, closing his eyes and hiding his face against the consoling warmth of Jared's chest. Jared kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I will draw a compass on your belly," his fingers drifted down to trace the circle of the sun on Orlando's stomach, "and you will tell my heart that it's okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky."
Orlando smiled and touched a kiss to Jared's neck. "Thank you, Jared."
In the morning they kissed, they showered, and they left. Orlando found that he couldn't regret anything, and as soon as he could he called Kate.
Things were going to be okay - he wasn't alone because it was over.
He saw him again at the Vanity Fair party. Jared had not been at the Oscars, but there he was, and Orlando bowed his head when the other man came close to speak in his ear.
"I will draw a compass on your belly, and you will tell my heart that it's okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky."
A slow smile curved Orlando's lips but when he lifted his head to respond, Jared had already gone off to schmooze with someone else.
However, when Orli tucked a hand in his pocket, he found a piece of paper with a room number and a hotel name.
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It's just as fantastic here as it was posted in your journal. Gods I love this fic, I've got it favourited already. Orli and Jared, mm, so hot. Still partial to Jon and Jared though, but hey, a little deviation is exciting ^^;
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Jared/Orli is my favourite new pairing and this was the HOTTEST example of it I've seen so far.
Excuse me...I need a cold shower...
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I'll just start off by saying that this particular type of fic (the Orlando & Kate split because Orlando's gay omg) isn't my cuppa, but I adore Jared and Orlando, so you caught my interest. Then I actually read it. And liked it.
It's beautifully written, IMO, and painfully sweet in all the right places. Poignant sums it up rather well, I think.
I recc'd it in my journal. :)
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"I will draw a compass on your belly, and you will tell my heart that it's okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky."
:)