Why Is the Rum Always Gone?
Title: Why Is the Rum Always Gone?
Author: neuroticfangirl
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean; Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's fiction, okay?
Warnings: None beyond the usual, for a change.
Feedback: Yes please. Just comment.
Author's notes: This is in the process of being beta'd, but I coulnd't resist posting it. I think it's mostly alright. Also, it was written for the friend I broke with the Wayne Rooney incident, and she has forgiven me, so it must be okay. ;-)
Why is the rum always gone?
"He's amazing!" Keira was gushing. "And it wasn't half as scary as I thought it would be!" She hadn't talked about anything *but* kissing Johnny for the last week or so. At first she'd been scared, but now that the scene had finally been filmed she was ecstatic.
"Hey!" She grinned, punching Orlando in the shoulder. "It's not like you weren't amazing - but he *is* Johnny Depp!"
"'Salright for some," Orlando muttered, draining the latest mojito.
"What?" Keira seemed to wake up briefly from her Johnny-induced reverie.
"Nothing, sweetheart," said Orlando and got up.
He made his way to the bar where Johnny was drinking by himself - again. He put a hand on the other man's shoulder because to avoid contact would have been suspicious. To his surprise, Johnny jumped.
"Oh. Hey man!" He almost looked guilty, and Orlando wondered, not for the first time, what of.
Johnny looked at his empty glass and Orlando could see him becoming Jack Sparrow for a moment.
"Why is the rum *always* gone?"
It was Johnny's favourite line from the new movie, and every time he did it, he broke Orlando's heart a little bit more. He was grinning at the younger man now.
"I'm going to go get an early night, mate," Orlando said.
"Sure. You do that man." Johnny looked a little disappointed. He patted Orlando on the back and he returned the gesture, possibly keeping his hand on Johnny's shoulder a touch longer than he should have. Not that the other man seemed to notice. As he was leaving, he saw Johnny get up and go sit with Keira.
Orlando stepped out into the fresh air and sighed. He really didn't get Johnny at all at the moment. The American actor would drink alone most nights, and he seemed shifty and jumpy around Orlando. This made working with him difficult. To be fair, the fact that Orlando seemed to have developed what he could only describe as a huge schoolgirl crush on Johnny didn't exactly help either. All in all, the atmosphere on set was rather more tense than it had been on the first movie.
He walked back to the hotel, got into bed and thought of Johnny, stroking himself until, with a little whimper and thrusting his hips up, he finally found some release.
***
Great. Premiere, red carpet, cameras bloody everywhere, and Johnny. And he'd thought he'd finally gotten over this little crush...
Orlando's heart skipped a beat the second he set eyes on Johnny. When the other man put and arm around his shoulders and turned to smile for the cameras, Orlando had to close his eyes and take a deep breath just to stop himself from getting hard. It had been like that on set the last few weeks of filming which was why he'd tried to minimise physical contact with Johnny. In their highly emotional and tactile profession that, too, had been suspicious and awkward. Even now, Orlando was standing a foot away from Johnny while their arms were around each other's shoulders. It *had* to look weird, but it was preferable than displaying a bulge in his trousers for all of Hollywood to see.
"You *can* come closer, you know?" Johnny said. "I really don't bite."
After what seemed like an eternity, Keira turned up, and Orlando quickly pulled her between himself and the object of his desire.
***
Sitting next to Johnny while watching him be the brilliant Jack Sparrow on screen at the same time didn't prove too comfortable for Orlando either. At the earliest opportunity he muttered an excuse and snuck out through the back exit.
Once out in the fresh air, he leaned against the wall and breathed deeply. What the hell was going on with him? He was acting like a schoolgirl! Where was the cool and sleek Orlando who'd seduced Elijah Wood? Suddenly he knew how Lij must have felt...
He heard a door open and jumped.
"Hey man, you alright? You left in a bit of a hurry!"
Bugger. The last thing Orlando needed right now was Johnny with that cute/worried look on his face coming out here to check on him.
"I'm alright," he managed to say. "Just needed some fresh air."
"You look more like you need a drink," Johnny grinned. "Why is the rum *always* gone? Come on, let's find you some alcohol, and then you can tell me what's bothering you so much that you walk out halfway through my magnificent performance!"
With that, he took Orlando by the hand and dragged him towards a taxi. The Englishman was too dazed to put up any sort of resistance.
***
The bar was small, quiet and quite cozy, and if the waitress recognised them, she certainly didn't give any indication of it. It was a small blessing.
"What can I get you guys?"
"I'll have a glass of red wine, please."
"You look well beyond the help of red wine, man," said Johnny and then, smiling at the waitress, "Can you get my pirate friend some rum?"
"Oh no!" Orlando was slowly rediscovering his spine. "No way in hell am I drinking rum on its own."
"Alright then, make that two mojitos, for old times' sake, and we'll follow them up with bottle of *nice* red."
"You bet!" said the waitress in that cheerful American way which actually meant "I've got to rely on tips to make ends meet" and disappeared.
Smalltalk. Drinks: mojitos, a bottle of *very* nice red, and then another. About halfway through the second bottle, Orlando actually started to relax. Johnny refilled his glass but found the bottle nearly empty when it came to his own.
"Why is the rum always gone?" He didn't even have to get into Jack-mode for that one - he was already slurring quite adequately.
"Oh fuck, I wish you'd stop doing that!"
"Doing what?"
"Being so incredibly sexy, for a start!" Orlando couldn't believe he'd just said that. What he could believe even less was the change of expression on Johnny's face: from mock disappointment over the empty wine bottle to an incredibly sexy victorious/predatory look.
"Aye, there's the rub!" Johnny declared, licking his lips. "You see," he explained somewhat drunkenly, "one of us had to stop moping for long enough to get the other one drunk enough to admit that we fancy the pants off each other. And since you didn't look like you were going to..."
A shrug, a grin, a hundred-dollar bill on the table and Orlando found himself being maneuvered out of the bar and into a taxi.
"Your place or mine?" Johnny whispered in Orlando's ear before giving the driver the address of his hotel.
Orlando moved up closer to Johnny and found himself giggling like a schoolgirl.
***
As they entered the lift, Orlando realised that he had never actually been alone with Johnny. He liked that. He liked the things he could do and say now that he had never been able to do before. He took Johnny's hand and smiled at him.
"You recovering then?" Johnny smiled back.
"A little. I don't feel like the rabbit in the headlights anymore."
"Good," said Johnny, moving closer. He raised a hand to Orlando's face to brush away a stray lock of hair. "How *do* you feel now?"
"Excited. Much like I've been feeling ever since I developed this mad crush on you - like a schoolgirl."
Johnny laughed. At that point the lift stopped and Orlando was led out and into Johnny's room.
"Would you like a drink?" Johnny asked, closing the door.
"I don't think so," said Orlando and turned around to face him.
Johnny smiled, leaning nonchalantly against the door. He reached out and pulled Orlando close.
He felt Johnny's body pressed up against his, and this time it was alright to feel what he felt. He leaned in even closer, until he could feel the other man's breath on his face, and then closer again, until their lips touched.
Johnny's lips were full and soft and warm, in contrast to his body, which was firm and solid. Orlando flicked his tongue out and found himself welcomed as the other man parted his lips. Johnny's tongue was hot and velvety; he tasted of cigarettes and wine and Johnny. Orlando deepened the kiss slowly, gently, content for a moment just to explore the other's mouth. He laced the fingers of his left hand between those of Johnny's right and leaned with a forearm against the wall, pressing himself even further into the other man's body. Johnny responded by putting his free hand on the small of Orlando's back to hold him close.
Feeling Johnny's hand squeeze his own, Orlando felt all the angst and tension of the last few months fall away from him. He felt safe and relaxed for the first time in far too long. He pulled back from Johnny slightly, breaking the kiss gently, and grinned at the other man.
"What?"
"Have I mentioned that I fancy the pants off you?"
Johnny threw back his head and laughed. "There was me thinking that I was going to have to dig up the rum and pour it down your throat! In case you hadn't noticed, the feeling's entirely mutual," he replied, moving his hand between Orlando's legs for emphasis.
The Englishman moaned at the unexpected touch which sent heatwaves all through his body, reawakening his hunger. He grasped Johnny's face between his hands and kissed him, deeply and bruisingly, biting and sucking on his lips and tongue. Johnny moaned into his mouth and let himself be ravished. When they pulled apart this time, both men were breathing hard and were flushed with desire.
"I think," said Johnny, "that we should move somewhere more comfortable."
Orlando let the other man lead the way towards the bed and watched, mesmerised, as Johnny undid the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His back was beautifully muscled and the low-slung jeans exposed the top curve of his ass. The belt was next to drop to the floor, making the jeans sink even lower and Orlando suck his breath in sharply at the sight. Johnny turned around at that, kicking off his shoes in the process, to find Orlando still standing near the door, watching him.
"Whatcha waiting for?"
"Just enjoying the show," Orlando smiled seductively and moved forward, now unbuttoning his own shirt. Unlike Johnny, he didn't pull it over his head but reached the other man with it hanging loosely off his shoulders.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and reached up to push the fabric off Orlando's body. His touch was electrifying, making the other man close his eyes and almost purr with pleasure. Orlando felt his face being cupped in one of Johnny's hands, while the other continued to roam over his skin.
"Look at me, gorgeous," Johnny whispered and Orlando opened his eyes.
The sight was breathtaking. Johnny was just inches away from him, naked except for the rapidly escaping jeans, hair falling adorably across his face, lips slightly parted, eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire. He ran a finger over Johnny's smooth chest and, slipping out of his shoes, took the final step towards the other man, pulling him into his arms and kissing him.
Johnny's naked torso felt good against his own skin - soft and warm and firm all at the same time. He ran his hands over the other man's back, down to the top of that gorgeous ass. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of Johnny's jeans he confirmed a suspicion he'd had for a few minutes now - Johnny wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Slut," he murmured against the other's lips, pushing the jeans over his hips and to the floor.
Johnny's only response was to smile charmingly, step out of his jeans and then move in to nibble on Orlando's earlobe and plant little kisses all the way down his neck.
The sensation was heavenly, and Johnny's hands started roaming over his chest and back, adding more heatwaves that moved all the way from Orlando's fingertips to his toes. He looked at Johnny, now completely naked, and couldn't resist running a finger along his beautiful hard cock. The other man moaned and thrust his hips out, seeking closer contact.
Orlando smiled and pushed Johnny back towards the bed, unbuttoning his own jeans. They ended up lying on their sides facing each other, hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies for a while, each studying the other's reactions, finding particularly sensitive spots, eliciting little moans and gasps.
After a while, Johnny pushed Orlando onto his back and moved to lie on top of him. His mouth left a little trail of kisses down the younger man's neck, occasionally stopping to suck at sensitive skin and make Orlando moan quietly. He moved further down, flicking his tongue over a hard sensitive nipple. Orlando's body felt on fire - Johnny's skillful teasing had seen to that. He felt the other man's teeth gently teasing his nipple and gasped.
"I thought you said you didn't bite," he managed to breathe.
"Ah," Johnny grinned, looking up. "You missed the second part of the sentence." He lazily trailed his fingertips along the inside of Orlando's thigh, making him shudder and thrust his hips upwards.
"And what was that?"
"I don't bite, unless it seems appropriate." With that Johnny proceeded to show exactly how appropriate biting could sometimes be, rendering Orlando quite incapable of protesting.
Johnny's kisses and nibbles wandered further down until he was kissing and stroking the insides of Orlando's thighs but ignoring his painfully hard cock, and Orlando was whimpering and writhing under his ministrations.
"Johnny, please!" Orlando gasped.
Johnny didn't really need a second invitation. He smiled and ran a finger up and down Orlando's cock, then followed it with his tongue. The younger man moaned softly, and then more loudly as Johnny's hot wet mouth finally enveloped him. The sight of Johnny's beautiful lips around his cock was almost more than Orlando could handle; and judging by how good it felt, the other man wasn't doing this for the first time. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations running through his body: successive waves of hot and cold, the tingling in his toes and fingertips, the tension growing deep inside him every time Johnny's tongue circled the head of his cock. He felt the other hand on his balls and, moaning, pulled up his knees to give him better access.
Johnny took the hint, and Orlando felt a finger gently probing at his entrance. He shuddered and moaned as the finger slipped in deeper and Johnny found his prostate.
"Slow down," he panted. "I don't want this to end yet. I want you to fuck me."
Johnny looked up fixing Orlando with those piercing eyes. "You sure?"
"I may behave like a schoolgirl but I'm not a virgin!"
They both laughed.
"I want you in me, Johnny."
"There's no way in hell I could say no to that," the older man breathed.
Orlando moved to turn around but Johnny stopped him.
"No. I want to see you."
The raw lust in Johnny's voice sent shivers of anticipation up and down Orlando's spine. Johnny moved up to kiss him gently, then leaned over to the bedside table to rummage in the drawer and get out the lube. Orlando's heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat of Johnny's body against him, the other's erection pressing into his thigh.
Johnny leaned down again, smiling tenderly, and kissed him. Orlando ran his fingers through his beautiful silky hair. When they separated, Johnny knelt between Orlando's legs and, once he had coated two fingers with lubricant, gently probed at the younger man's entrance. It didn't take long for Orlando to relax enough for Johnny to be able to add a third finger. The sensations the other man was inducing every time his fingers found his prostate were incredible; Orlando heard little whimpering noises and took a moment to realise that they were coming from his mouth.
"Johnny, please... stop teasing..."
He felt the other man's fingers slide out of him, felt incredibly empty for a moment. He opened his eyes to see Johnny above him, barely contained lust clouding his eyes. He felt him pressing against his entrance. He saw Johnny's eyes flutter shut as he felt him push in - it was the hottest thing Orlando had ever seen. He wrapped his legs around the other man's waist to pull him in further. He loved feeling Johnny inside him, loved seeing the effect he had on the other man.
Once he was fully inside Orlando, Johnny opened his eyes.
"You're beautiful," Orlando murmured.
"No," whispered Johnny, smiling. "You've got it all wrong. *You* are beautiful."
He stroked Orlando's chest with one finger, moving down to his thigh and then back up to take one of the younger man's hands in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, all the time looking into Orlando's eyes, making him melt. He wrapped both their hands around Orlando's achingly hard cock and began moving them up and down slowly as he started thrusting deeply into the younger man with the same slow rhythm.
It was Orlando's turn to close his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could take this, but he didn't want it to end. As Johnny's thrusts became deeper and faster and both their moans more urgent, he felt his orgasm start to build deep inside him. He felt Johnny change the grip on his cock slightly so that with each stroke his thumb brushed over the head. With a strangled moan, Orlando thrust his hips up off the bed and came hard, spilling his seed over both their hands.
He opened his eyes to look at Johnny. The older man was looking down at him and when Orlando opened his eyes he bit his lower lip and with a whimper and one final deep thrust came inside Orlando.
Johnny collapsed on top of Orlando running his hands through the younger man's matted locks. Orlando wrapped his arms around him and turned his face in for a long, slow kiss.
"I'm glad you stopped moping and got me drunk," he muttered eventually.
"I should have done it sooner," Johnny replied with that mischievous grin of his. "If only the rum wasn't always gone..."
Author: neuroticfangirl
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean; Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's fiction, okay?
Warnings: None beyond the usual, for a change.
Feedback: Yes please. Just comment.
Author's notes: This is in the process of being beta'd, but I coulnd't resist posting it. I think it's mostly alright. Also, it was written for the friend I broke with the Wayne Rooney incident, and she has forgiven me, so it must be okay. ;-)
Why is the rum always gone?
"He's amazing!" Keira was gushing. "And it wasn't half as scary as I thought it would be!" She hadn't talked about anything *but* kissing Johnny for the last week or so. At first she'd been scared, but now that the scene had finally been filmed she was ecstatic.
"Hey!" She grinned, punching Orlando in the shoulder. "It's not like you weren't amazing - but he *is* Johnny Depp!"
"'Salright for some," Orlando muttered, draining the latest mojito.
"What?" Keira seemed to wake up briefly from her Johnny-induced reverie.
"Nothing, sweetheart," said Orlando and got up.
He made his way to the bar where Johnny was drinking by himself - again. He put a hand on the other man's shoulder because to avoid contact would have been suspicious. To his surprise, Johnny jumped.
"Oh. Hey man!" He almost looked guilty, and Orlando wondered, not for the first time, what of.
Johnny looked at his empty glass and Orlando could see him becoming Jack Sparrow for a moment.
"Why is the rum *always* gone?"
It was Johnny's favourite line from the new movie, and every time he did it, he broke Orlando's heart a little bit more. He was grinning at the younger man now.
"I'm going to go get an early night, mate," Orlando said.
"Sure. You do that man." Johnny looked a little disappointed. He patted Orlando on the back and he returned the gesture, possibly keeping his hand on Johnny's shoulder a touch longer than he should have. Not that the other man seemed to notice. As he was leaving, he saw Johnny get up and go sit with Keira.
Orlando stepped out into the fresh air and sighed. He really didn't get Johnny at all at the moment. The American actor would drink alone most nights, and he seemed shifty and jumpy around Orlando. This made working with him difficult. To be fair, the fact that Orlando seemed to have developed what he could only describe as a huge schoolgirl crush on Johnny didn't exactly help either. All in all, the atmosphere on set was rather more tense than it had been on the first movie.
He walked back to the hotel, got into bed and thought of Johnny, stroking himself until, with a little whimper and thrusting his hips up, he finally found some release.
***
Great. Premiere, red carpet, cameras bloody everywhere, and Johnny. And he'd thought he'd finally gotten over this little crush...
Orlando's heart skipped a beat the second he set eyes on Johnny. When the other man put and arm around his shoulders and turned to smile for the cameras, Orlando had to close his eyes and take a deep breath just to stop himself from getting hard. It had been like that on set the last few weeks of filming which was why he'd tried to minimise physical contact with Johnny. In their highly emotional and tactile profession that, too, had been suspicious and awkward. Even now, Orlando was standing a foot away from Johnny while their arms were around each other's shoulders. It *had* to look weird, but it was preferable than displaying a bulge in his trousers for all of Hollywood to see.
"You *can* come closer, you know?" Johnny said. "I really don't bite."
After what seemed like an eternity, Keira turned up, and Orlando quickly pulled her between himself and the object of his desire.
***
Sitting next to Johnny while watching him be the brilliant Jack Sparrow on screen at the same time didn't prove too comfortable for Orlando either. At the earliest opportunity he muttered an excuse and snuck out through the back exit.
Once out in the fresh air, he leaned against the wall and breathed deeply. What the hell was going on with him? He was acting like a schoolgirl! Where was the cool and sleek Orlando who'd seduced Elijah Wood? Suddenly he knew how Lij must have felt...
He heard a door open and jumped.
"Hey man, you alright? You left in a bit of a hurry!"
Bugger. The last thing Orlando needed right now was Johnny with that cute/worried look on his face coming out here to check on him.
"I'm alright," he managed to say. "Just needed some fresh air."
"You look more like you need a drink," Johnny grinned. "Why is the rum *always* gone? Come on, let's find you some alcohol, and then you can tell me what's bothering you so much that you walk out halfway through my magnificent performance!"
With that, he took Orlando by the hand and dragged him towards a taxi. The Englishman was too dazed to put up any sort of resistance.
***
The bar was small, quiet and quite cozy, and if the waitress recognised them, she certainly didn't give any indication of it. It was a small blessing.
"What can I get you guys?"
"I'll have a glass of red wine, please."
"You look well beyond the help of red wine, man," said Johnny and then, smiling at the waitress, "Can you get my pirate friend some rum?"
"Oh no!" Orlando was slowly rediscovering his spine. "No way in hell am I drinking rum on its own."
"Alright then, make that two mojitos, for old times' sake, and we'll follow them up with bottle of *nice* red."
"You bet!" said the waitress in that cheerful American way which actually meant "I've got to rely on tips to make ends meet" and disappeared.
Smalltalk. Drinks: mojitos, a bottle of *very* nice red, and then another. About halfway through the second bottle, Orlando actually started to relax. Johnny refilled his glass but found the bottle nearly empty when it came to his own.
"Why is the rum always gone?" He didn't even have to get into Jack-mode for that one - he was already slurring quite adequately.
"Oh fuck, I wish you'd stop doing that!"
"Doing what?"
"Being so incredibly sexy, for a start!" Orlando couldn't believe he'd just said that. What he could believe even less was the change of expression on Johnny's face: from mock disappointment over the empty wine bottle to an incredibly sexy victorious/predatory look.
"Aye, there's the rub!" Johnny declared, licking his lips. "You see," he explained somewhat drunkenly, "one of us had to stop moping for long enough to get the other one drunk enough to admit that we fancy the pants off each other. And since you didn't look like you were going to..."
A shrug, a grin, a hundred-dollar bill on the table and Orlando found himself being maneuvered out of the bar and into a taxi.
"Your place or mine?" Johnny whispered in Orlando's ear before giving the driver the address of his hotel.
Orlando moved up closer to Johnny and found himself giggling like a schoolgirl.
***
As they entered the lift, Orlando realised that he had never actually been alone with Johnny. He liked that. He liked the things he could do and say now that he had never been able to do before. He took Johnny's hand and smiled at him.
"You recovering then?" Johnny smiled back.
"A little. I don't feel like the rabbit in the headlights anymore."
"Good," said Johnny, moving closer. He raised a hand to Orlando's face to brush away a stray lock of hair. "How *do* you feel now?"
"Excited. Much like I've been feeling ever since I developed this mad crush on you - like a schoolgirl."
Johnny laughed. At that point the lift stopped and Orlando was led out and into Johnny's room.
"Would you like a drink?" Johnny asked, closing the door.
"I don't think so," said Orlando and turned around to face him.
Johnny smiled, leaning nonchalantly against the door. He reached out and pulled Orlando close.
He felt Johnny's body pressed up against his, and this time it was alright to feel what he felt. He leaned in even closer, until he could feel the other man's breath on his face, and then closer again, until their lips touched.
Johnny's lips were full and soft and warm, in contrast to his body, which was firm and solid. Orlando flicked his tongue out and found himself welcomed as the other man parted his lips. Johnny's tongue was hot and velvety; he tasted of cigarettes and wine and Johnny. Orlando deepened the kiss slowly, gently, content for a moment just to explore the other's mouth. He laced the fingers of his left hand between those of Johnny's right and leaned with a forearm against the wall, pressing himself even further into the other man's body. Johnny responded by putting his free hand on the small of Orlando's back to hold him close.
Feeling Johnny's hand squeeze his own, Orlando felt all the angst and tension of the last few months fall away from him. He felt safe and relaxed for the first time in far too long. He pulled back from Johnny slightly, breaking the kiss gently, and grinned at the other man.
"What?"
"Have I mentioned that I fancy the pants off you?"
Johnny threw back his head and laughed. "There was me thinking that I was going to have to dig up the rum and pour it down your throat! In case you hadn't noticed, the feeling's entirely mutual," he replied, moving his hand between Orlando's legs for emphasis.
The Englishman moaned at the unexpected touch which sent heatwaves all through his body, reawakening his hunger. He grasped Johnny's face between his hands and kissed him, deeply and bruisingly, biting and sucking on his lips and tongue. Johnny moaned into his mouth and let himself be ravished. When they pulled apart this time, both men were breathing hard and were flushed with desire.
"I think," said Johnny, "that we should move somewhere more comfortable."
Orlando let the other man lead the way towards the bed and watched, mesmerised, as Johnny undid the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His back was beautifully muscled and the low-slung jeans exposed the top curve of his ass. The belt was next to drop to the floor, making the jeans sink even lower and Orlando suck his breath in sharply at the sight. Johnny turned around at that, kicking off his shoes in the process, to find Orlando still standing near the door, watching him.
"Whatcha waiting for?"
"Just enjoying the show," Orlando smiled seductively and moved forward, now unbuttoning his own shirt. Unlike Johnny, he didn't pull it over his head but reached the other man with it hanging loosely off his shoulders.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and reached up to push the fabric off Orlando's body. His touch was electrifying, making the other man close his eyes and almost purr with pleasure. Orlando felt his face being cupped in one of Johnny's hands, while the other continued to roam over his skin.
"Look at me, gorgeous," Johnny whispered and Orlando opened his eyes.
The sight was breathtaking. Johnny was just inches away from him, naked except for the rapidly escaping jeans, hair falling adorably across his face, lips slightly parted, eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire. He ran a finger over Johnny's smooth chest and, slipping out of his shoes, took the final step towards the other man, pulling him into his arms and kissing him.
Johnny's naked torso felt good against his own skin - soft and warm and firm all at the same time. He ran his hands over the other man's back, down to the top of that gorgeous ass. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of Johnny's jeans he confirmed a suspicion he'd had for a few minutes now - Johnny wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Slut," he murmured against the other's lips, pushing the jeans over his hips and to the floor.
Johnny's only response was to smile charmingly, step out of his jeans and then move in to nibble on Orlando's earlobe and plant little kisses all the way down his neck.
The sensation was heavenly, and Johnny's hands started roaming over his chest and back, adding more heatwaves that moved all the way from Orlando's fingertips to his toes. He looked at Johnny, now completely naked, and couldn't resist running a finger along his beautiful hard cock. The other man moaned and thrust his hips out, seeking closer contact.
Orlando smiled and pushed Johnny back towards the bed, unbuttoning his own jeans. They ended up lying on their sides facing each other, hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies for a while, each studying the other's reactions, finding particularly sensitive spots, eliciting little moans and gasps.
After a while, Johnny pushed Orlando onto his back and moved to lie on top of him. His mouth left a little trail of kisses down the younger man's neck, occasionally stopping to suck at sensitive skin and make Orlando moan quietly. He moved further down, flicking his tongue over a hard sensitive nipple. Orlando's body felt on fire - Johnny's skillful teasing had seen to that. He felt the other man's teeth gently teasing his nipple and gasped.
"I thought you said you didn't bite," he managed to breathe.
"Ah," Johnny grinned, looking up. "You missed the second part of the sentence." He lazily trailed his fingertips along the inside of Orlando's thigh, making him shudder and thrust his hips upwards.
"And what was that?"
"I don't bite, unless it seems appropriate." With that Johnny proceeded to show exactly how appropriate biting could sometimes be, rendering Orlando quite incapable of protesting.
Johnny's kisses and nibbles wandered further down until he was kissing and stroking the insides of Orlando's thighs but ignoring his painfully hard cock, and Orlando was whimpering and writhing under his ministrations.
"Johnny, please!" Orlando gasped.
Johnny didn't really need a second invitation. He smiled and ran a finger up and down Orlando's cock, then followed it with his tongue. The younger man moaned softly, and then more loudly as Johnny's hot wet mouth finally enveloped him. The sight of Johnny's beautiful lips around his cock was almost more than Orlando could handle; and judging by how good it felt, the other man wasn't doing this for the first time. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations running through his body: successive waves of hot and cold, the tingling in his toes and fingertips, the tension growing deep inside him every time Johnny's tongue circled the head of his cock. He felt the other hand on his balls and, moaning, pulled up his knees to give him better access.
Johnny took the hint, and Orlando felt a finger gently probing at his entrance. He shuddered and moaned as the finger slipped in deeper and Johnny found his prostate.
"Slow down," he panted. "I don't want this to end yet. I want you to fuck me."
Johnny looked up fixing Orlando with those piercing eyes. "You sure?"
"I may behave like a schoolgirl but I'm not a virgin!"
They both laughed.
"I want you in me, Johnny."
"There's no way in hell I could say no to that," the older man breathed.
Orlando moved to turn around but Johnny stopped him.
"No. I want to see you."
The raw lust in Johnny's voice sent shivers of anticipation up and down Orlando's spine. Johnny moved up to kiss him gently, then leaned over to the bedside table to rummage in the drawer and get out the lube. Orlando's heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat of Johnny's body against him, the other's erection pressing into his thigh.
Johnny leaned down again, smiling tenderly, and kissed him. Orlando ran his fingers through his beautiful silky hair. When they separated, Johnny knelt between Orlando's legs and, once he had coated two fingers with lubricant, gently probed at the younger man's entrance. It didn't take long for Orlando to relax enough for Johnny to be able to add a third finger. The sensations the other man was inducing every time his fingers found his prostate were incredible; Orlando heard little whimpering noises and took a moment to realise that they were coming from his mouth.
"Johnny, please... stop teasing..."
He felt the other man's fingers slide out of him, felt incredibly empty for a moment. He opened his eyes to see Johnny above him, barely contained lust clouding his eyes. He felt him pressing against his entrance. He saw Johnny's eyes flutter shut as he felt him push in - it was the hottest thing Orlando had ever seen. He wrapped his legs around the other man's waist to pull him in further. He loved feeling Johnny inside him, loved seeing the effect he had on the other man.
Once he was fully inside Orlando, Johnny opened his eyes.
"You're beautiful," Orlando murmured.
"No," whispered Johnny, smiling. "You've got it all wrong. *You* are beautiful."
He stroked Orlando's chest with one finger, moving down to his thigh and then back up to take one of the younger man's hands in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, all the time looking into Orlando's eyes, making him melt. He wrapped both their hands around Orlando's achingly hard cock and began moving them up and down slowly as he started thrusting deeply into the younger man with the same slow rhythm.
It was Orlando's turn to close his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could take this, but he didn't want it to end. As Johnny's thrusts became deeper and faster and both their moans more urgent, he felt his orgasm start to build deep inside him. He felt Johnny change the grip on his cock slightly so that with each stroke his thumb brushed over the head. With a strangled moan, Orlando thrust his hips up off the bed and came hard, spilling his seed over both their hands.
He opened his eyes to look at Johnny. The older man was looking down at him and when Orlando opened his eyes he bit his lower lip and with a whimper and one final deep thrust came inside Orlando.
Johnny collapsed on top of Orlando running his hands through the younger man's matted locks. Orlando wrapped his arms around him and turned his face in for a long, slow kiss.
"I'm glad you stopped moping and got me drunk," he muttered eventually.
"I should have done it sooner," Johnny replied with that mischievous grin of his. "If only the rum wasn't always gone..."