Fic: Orli/Johnny Depp

[titti]

Title: If it's Tuesday…
Author: Titti
Pairing: JohnnyDepp/OrlandoBloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Repeat after me: 'This never happened'.
Summary: Johnny and Orlando meet again during one of the many Pirates premiers.
Cross posted at fellow_shippers and pirategasm


After the L.A. premier, the hype around the Pirates has only increased. There are more premiers to attend, one after the other, until the countries blend together. Johnny would like nothing better than to return to his hotel room and sleep for a few days. He's getting too damn old for this.

"Tired?" Orli asks him with a lopsided smile.

Johnny hasn't seen him approach, that's how much he is paying attention to his surrounding. Finally, he nods. "Can't even remember where we are," Johnny replies honestly, too tired to act. Not that it's necessary with Orlando.

"If it's Tuesday, this must be in Belgium," Orli says, his smile getting bigger.

Johnny laughs. "You're too young to have seen that movie."

"The joy of television." Orli gets two glasses from a tray that one of the waiters is carrying. "Here, drink and be happy."

Johnny takes the glass and smiles sadly. He can't even remember the last time he was truly happy. Probably on the yacht, while they were filming the Pirates. He loved that boat, but mostly he loved the quiet time he spent there talking to Orli.

"Hey, still with me?" Orli is getting worried. He has seen Johnny in one of his moods, and it's never good. When they were filming, they would talk. Johnny would go all meta and shit on him, discussing the importance of life, but Orli is still young and he is enjoying the fame, the traveling. He doesn't mind that tomorrow he'll be back in Malta with Sean and Brad, on the set of 'Troy'.

Johnny thinks about the question. Yes, he is still here, but he really wants to be anywhere else. "Do you think they'll notice if we skip?"

Orli shrugs. "We've been here long enough. What do you have in mind?"

"Let's go, then." Johnny never says where, and he's glad that Orlando isn't asking. He really has no plans. He just wants to be somewhere quiet, where he can talk to Orli, and only Orli. Johnny doesn't even know why it's so important that he'd be alone with the other man.

Orli follows Johnny in silence, and that's all right, because he is used to Johnny's silence and Orli doesn't mind.

They take a cab and Orli isn't surprised when Johnny gives the hotel's address. Actors get used to hotel rooms, although Orli still thinks that Johnny's boat was bloody cool. However, he'll readily admit that the yacht was bit over the top: shag pile carpet, mirrors on the ceiling, velvet everywhere. It reminded him of the bordellos in old movies.

"Get comfortable. Mi casa es su casa," Johnny says as he closes the hotel room's door.

Orli wastes no time and lays comfortably on the bed, hands under his head, right ankle over the other. "So…" He's not sure what to say. It's difficult to go back to the friendship they shared not too long ago.

Johnny goes to the mini fridge and grabs a bottle without checking what's inside. He slumps on a chair and props his feet on the bed. "I'm leaving for LA, tomorrow."

Orli is used to Johnny's non sequitors, and he realizes that he is used to many of Johnny's quirks. "I'm going to Mexico. You could come and visit, mate. Weather is nice and the beach…"

Johnny truly smiles, but his gaze is far away, back to sandy beaches of St. Vincent. "That was nice," he says.

Orli laughs. "Yes, it was, but…" He sits up to look at Johnny. "What's wrong with you, mate?"

"Seriously?" Johnny drops the now empty bottle in a plastic trash bin and lays down on the bed. "I'm tired, tired to be in different countries, tired of never seeing my kids. Sometimes, I wonder if all the struggling was worth it. My life isn't mine any more; it belongs to the press and the fans."

Orli lies on his side, propped on his elbow. He runs a hand over Johnny's arm, keeping things light. "Fuck the press; that's what I do. Give them what they want, and then some. In the end, it doesn't matter. They'll find someone else to go after tomorrow."

Johnny should be upset by the intimate gesture, but he can't summon the energy to feel like affronted. Instead, he turns on his side, and his face is inches away from Orli's. "I know, but I can't…it's not in me…and then, there is Vanessa to consider."

Orli plays with Johnny's hair. He knows that he's really pushing it now, but Johnny isn't stopping him, and that makes Orli continue. "You love her," he whispers.

It's really not a question, but Johnny answers anyway. "I care for her, I used to love her, but…We never see each other. Now, Vanessa is off somewhere, filming, and has taken the kids with her. Next month, it'll be my turn to be on location. I think we only stay together for the kids."

There isn't much he can say to that. Orli doesn't have those problems and he hopes not to have them for a long time. Although the idea of himself with a wife sends him into a fit of laugh.

"Hey, I'm baring my soul and you laugh." Johnny isn't really upset. He's learned to deal with Orli's incapacity to stay on one subject at a single time.

"I was thinking about me and a wife," he snorts. "I'll put up with the occasional 'girlfriend' for the fans, but I'll stick to blokes."

Johnny ruffles Orli's hair. Being so close and so affectionate with a gay man should be threatening to his masculinity, but Johnny doesn't feel afraid, although he doesn't care to identify what causes the butterflies in his stomach. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are."

Orli sees the change in the other man. He grabs Johnny's wrist and brings Johnny's hand to his lips. Keeping his eyes on Johnny, Orli kisses each digit with affection. "It's not luck," he finally says. "I do what feels right."

Johnny doesn't think that he can speak. He has never thought of being with a man, but…"Does it feel right, now?" he finally whispers, and he can't recognize his own voice. Fuck, he's spent years learning to control his voice and Orlando has reduced him to this just by kissing his fingers.

"Aye, mate, this feels right," Orli answers with a soft smile. "But there are things that would feel much better, if you're up to it…" He doesn't want to push too much. Johnny is a friend, and Orli doesn't want to ruin their friendship for a shag.

Johnny laughs. "Up to it? That sounds like a bad pick up line."

He likes to hear Johnny laugh, and Orli smiles. "Well, I'm an actor. I simply have to learn my lines; I have people writing them for me."

Seduction he knows, he understands it, even if it's always been used with women. Johnny feels calmer now, and he gets bolder. "And what a fine actor you are." He traces Orli's seductive lips with his fingers. "Delivering your lines with certainty and emotions."

Orli gets impatient. There is a reason he doesn't like women; they take too bloody long to get to the point. "I think I've forgotten my lines. Would 'let's get naked and shag' do for you?"

Johnny thinks about it for the total of one second. Yes, he's never done this with a man, but Orli is right. This feels absolutely natural. Soon, his hands are on Orli's shirt and he slowly moves toward the young man. "Aye, I think I like that." And he knows that he sounds drunk, just like Jack, but this is intoxicating.

Orli does a little victory dance in his head. He hadn't really expected this to happen, but he's not going to question his luck. He moves closer, watching for Johnny's reaction, but doesn't stop until his lips smash against the other man's.

Johnny is lost. A woman's kiss is soft and delicate. This is about sex and want and sheer physical need. He fists Orli's hair, pulling the young man closer, and wastes no time in shoving his tongue in Orli's warm mouth.

There is no thinking anymore as Orli fumbles with Johnny's pants. He frowns when Johnny grabs his wrists and stops him. "Did you change your mind?" He manages to keep the disappointment hidden.

"No, but I haven't been married long enough to forget how it's done properly." Johnny pushes Orli on his back and half lies on top of him. Johnny runs his fingers through Orli's hair while kissing the young man.

A moan escapes from Orli's mouth when Johnny's thigh presses against his crotch. Bloody tease, he thinks, as Johnny continues to suck on his tongue like a child with his lolly.

This isn't bad, it's actually fucking good, Johnny realizes as he presses his erection against Orli's hip. It would feel a lot better without their damn clothes on. He stands up and removes his clothes. His eyes are locked on Orli's as he strips, and smiles when he hears Orlando moan.

"Oh, God…" That's the most Orli can get out. Then, he kneels on the bed, and takes his shirt off. He throws it on the floor and starts to unbutton his pants.

Johnny tries to get rid of the horrible comforter, but Orli is still sitting on it, taking his pants off. Orli crawls back, pushing the covers off, as he kicks his pants and boxer off. Then, he goes on the floor to retrieve the pants. He grabs the lube he keeps in his pocket and his wallet. Orli gets a few condoms and throws them on the bed without looking at Johnny. However, he turns when he hears the laughter. He raises an eyebrow in question.

"You know I'm forty, right?" Johnny points at the five condoms on the bed.

"You never know," Orli teases. He extends a hand toward his lover. "Come back to bed."

"So…" Now, he feels uncertain. Kissing was fine, not much different than kissing a woman, but this…this certainly looks different and Johnny isn't sure that he wants to think about the dynamics.

Orli senses the shift in Johnny's mood. He crawls over to Johnny and fists Johnny's cock a few times, while holding his gaze. Silently, Orli rips the foil and unfolds the condom over Johnny's cock. He crawls back and waits for Johnny to make his decision.

"I…" Johnny doesn't know what to say, and that's rare. Why is he still thinking about this? Orli is naked, cock in hand, ready to be fucked, and he is still pondering his decision. Fuck thinking, it's gotten him in trouble in the past. "So what do I do?"

Orlando almost laughs, but instead he takes the lube, and lies back down. "Come here," he says softly. He pours the gel on Johnny's fingers and brings them toward his ass. "Oh God," he moans as Johnny tentatively presses against his opening.

Johnny smiles. "You like that?" Orli whimpers as he pushes one finger in, and this is no different than being with a woman. The thought comforts him and he begins to loosen Orlando.

Orli tries to stay quiet; he wants Johnny to feel comfortable. Then, he looks at his lover and Johnny is smirking. "Bloody tease, just put another finger in."

Yes, that's what unconsciously he has been waiting for. Johnny lubes his fingers again, and presses two fingers inside. God, women are never so responsive, and now he wants nothing more than to bury his cock inside that tight channel.

It's been too long. Orli needs this now. "Johnny…" The name turns into a please.

As much as he enjoys watching Orlando fuck his fingers, Johnny can't wait anymore. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. His moan is echoed by Orli.

He wraps his legs around Johnny's waist, pulling him close. Orli isn't looking for sweet and tender. He wants to be fucked through the mattress. "Faster…"

But Johnny ignores his request. Instead, he leans down and kisses Orlando, gently and languidly. He props himself on his elbow and begins to thrust, his rhythm excruciatingly slow. He sees Orli ready to complain and he shushes any complaint with another kiss.

Orli surrenders; he has no choice. He closes his eyes for an instant and when he reopens them again, he sees so many emotions in Johnny's face. Orlando is afraid to decipher them.

This is different, Johnny thinks, as he closes his fingers around Orlando's erection. He has never held another man's cock, and fists it tentatively to see the reaction he gets.

Orli bucks at the unexpected sensation. This is getting too good, too quickly, and he knows that at any moment, he'll be coming on Johnny's hand like a randy teenager. He tries, he really tries to stop, to prolong, but …

Johnny watches as Orli comes with a strangled sound. He feels Orlando spasm around his cock. He sees Orli's chest heave as he struggles for breath. Man, why haven't they done this before?

Orli stays limp, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of Johnny's cock slamming into him. The thrusts are losing their rhythm, coming faster and faster, until Johnny orgasms. When his lover falls over him, Orlando wraps his arms around the other man and caresses his back.

Johnny likes the silence. He doesn't feel the need to talk; he doesn't think Orlando will mind either. He sighs, content. Who would have thought the night would end so well?

"Are you all right, mate?" Orlando asks, still petting his lover.

"Yes, unless you want me to move."

Orli smiles. "No, this is just fine. Although…" He reaches between their bodies, and carefully holds the condom while Johnny pulls out. "Sorry, mate, but I need to get cleaned."

Johnny rolls on the side and watches Orlando go to the bathroom. He hears the water run, and Orli returns with a wet towel. He watches as Orli cleans him, totally absorbed by his task, tongue slipping between his teeth as if he is concentrating. Johnny grabs the towel and throws it on the floor. "Just come here."

Orlando smiles and settles on his stomach, hugging a pillow as he used to do. He knows he can sleep safely and won't find the paparazzi behind the door the next morning. "Tired," he says before yawning.

Johnny gently brushes Orlando's messy hair, and he realizes that he isn't tired anymore. He kisses Orli's shoulder and lies down, while he thinks. Tomorrow, he will call his agent, and plan his trip to Mexico.

Comments

[grizelda.livejournal.com]

Somehow, this is very different from the fics I've been reading recently. More realistic, in a way. But I'm loving it. I liked the way you described, well, everything really, so well done.

Thanks for sharing it with us!

[titti]

Thanks. It felt strange to write RPS, so I'm happy that people are enjoying it.

[prreciousss.livejournal.com]

hey I really liked this. It's the first Orli Johnny slash I've read so far. I don't really like Orli, but after seeing Pirates, I just knew it had to be done. Very nice! :)

[titti]

It's the first RPS I write, so thanks!

I like Orli more than Johnny, but together, they work.

[ladymalen.livejournal.com]

Nicely done. The sex wasn't too *perfect*, still hot but with a real quality to it.

[titti]

I hope that the not too perfect is a good thing. LOL I have a problem with unrealism and I try to keep things as real as possible in my fics.

Thanks for the comment.

[ladymalen.livejournal.com]

Nah it's a good thing. As much as I like the *perfect* sex, it's still very refreshing (and therefore very hot!) to find a more *real* fic once in a while too!

[titti]

Then, I'm happy. :)