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FIC: The Night Watcher 16a/?
Authors: Ylith
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An AU which takes place in a military school. It all starts when one of the students, Heath, sees a few of his classmates in a rather compromising situation.
Main Characters: Heath Ledger, Orlando Bloom, Jake Gyllenhaal

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Chapter 15

Orlando groaned as he rested back against his bed, his eyes closing as he listened to the snores of those around him. He’d been tossing and turning all night, as he had been for the past three nights or so. The hours had ticked by and still Orlando had not been able to sleep.

The last night, Orlando had felt eyes on him, and though he’d not really seen anyone, he’d known it was Jake. He could always tell Jake’s stare, and he could make out the other teens hulking form turned towards him. Orlando had sat up, stared at him hard, and then turned his back to him when he lay down.

That night, Jake was on his stomach, and Orlando hated to admit to himself he could distinguish the other boy’s snoring from that of the others’. He lay on this back now, the pillow damp from his night sweats, the curls on his forehead sticky against his skin.

He kicked off the comforter, keeping the sheet pooled about his waist and allowing the cool air in the dorm to wash over his chest. It felt good against his overheated skin, and the damp sheen of sweat that had coated his body now felt cold, sending a shiver through him.

Orlando sighed heavily, wishing the tightness in the back of his neck would go away. He counted the days until he would be able to see Erik again.

Seventeen.

Orlando groaned at the prospect of being practically on his own for fourteen whole days and nights. He had Shawn during the day to be with, but lately the other boy had been wanting to spend time with Charlie as well, a kid Orlando did not get on well with at all. He’d heard Charlie and James whisper about him behind him back, the word “fag” spilled more than once. He didn’t say anything to Shawn about it though, and he just slipped away when Shawn wanted to go talk to him.

The English boy ran a hand over his chest, trying to sooth himself. These last few nights the stress of class and keeping to himself had been hard to handle, and the lack of sleep had been eating at him as well. He needed to relax.

The hand that rested against his chest brushed over a nipple, his stomach pulling in as it clenched at the tantalizing touch. He closed his eyes, drawing the sheet up over his cooling flesh to provide cover of some kind. Most of the boys masturbated at some point, and each had gotten used to turning away and letting their fellow classmate get their own.

He moved his fingers down his smooth chest and belly to his hipbone, the pads moving over the rounded bone and into the wiry curls of his public hair. His lower lip slid between his teeth, his tongue running against the soft flesh.

Orlando’s fingers slid down the velvety skin of his soft prick, the skin warm to the touch, awakening under the gentle caresses. He held back a moan as he stroked up and down against the top of his cock, feeling it swell as he played with it.

His other hand went to his chest, plucking at one flat nipple until it pebbled between his fingertips. He raised the hand that had been stroking himself to his mouth, working up a liberal amount of saliva before spitting into his palm.

The saliva glided over his skin, easing the path of his palm and lessening the chaffing of just his bare skin. He could hear his breathing hoarsen as he continued to stroke himself, more so when his fingers curled around his swollen member. He spread his legs, drawing them up at the knee so that the steady pump of his fist on his cock wasn’t so visible. His butt stuck against the bottom sheet when he tried to move, and so his raised his hips off the bed to shift himself.

His eyes closed, Orlando listened to himself breath, the sound echoing in his head. Then he head another, more throaty, and all too familiar.

Jake’s moan rang in his ears, cruel and unrelenting. Orlando opened his eyes to ensure that the room was still empty, that he wasn’t in the laundry room with his back wedged against a running machine and his legs draped over Jake’s bulky shoulders.

When he opened his eyes, the fantasy was gone as soon as it had come, and he was not sure if he was relieved or devastated. He shook his head to rid Jake’s voice from his mind, even stilling his hand as he sought to calm himself. A glance in the direction of Jake’s bed told Orlando that the other boy was still facing away from him, his still form signaling his was sleeping.

Orlando calmed himself and ran a hand over his eyes, shutting out the dim room around him. He let his lids drift shut again, washing out the stale aired dorm room and imagining himself far away.

No matter how far his mind drifted though, Orlando’s mind again drifted to the beefy American he’d been desperate to rid from his life for the past months. He could feel Jake’s hands moving over his chest when he touched himself, and it was Jake’s fingers that lazily pinched his nipple and roamed down his belly.

Again he shook his head, trying to replace his fellow student’s face and form with that of Eric, but it was all to easy to replace Eric’s short dark hair with Jake’s shorn scalp, for Eric’s kind eyes with Jake’s animated ones. When they had sex, Jake watched him the whole time. This would have normally made him uncomfortable with anyone else, but with Jake it made him comfortable, confident. He had loved that when Jake had sex with him, he actually saw him. His eyes were open, drinking in his face as though that alone gave him the greatest pleasure.

Orlando covered his mouth with one hand, unsure whether to muffle sobs or moans. His eyes were tightly shut, his throat tight as he stroked himself so hard it hurt, his fingers punishing in a way he needed and wanted. His breath shuddered through his nostrils as he thought of Jake looking down at him the last time they were in the laundry room together.

He bit into his fist, his teeth at the point of breaking through his skin with the ferocity with which his jaws tightened against his skin. His feet pressed hard against the bedding, his hips jerking with tiny movements.

He breathed in hard through his nose once, exhaling slowly as he opened his eyes, Jake’s slight half smile fading from before his eyes was the bare rusty metal of the water pipes extending across the entire dorm room.

The hand that had been covering his mouth now ran over his face to his eyes, splaying over his closed lids. “Go away,” he whispered, his voice too low for anyone else to hear, the pleading tone for his ears alone. “Just go away.”

Orlando’s head lolled to the side, his hands slipping from his eyes to his chest. His hand rested there, the other wiping the semen he’d spilled onto the side of his mattress.

His eyes flickered over towards Jake’s bed, the sitting figure catching his eyes. He could make out the glint of moonlight in the sitting boy’s eyes. It wasn’t Jake, the bed wasn’t in the right place and the form, though not willowy like Orlando’s, was not as stocky as Jake’s.

James stared hard in Orlando’s direction, at Orlando. Orlando wondered how long he had been watching him, if he had watched him jerk himself off and cum in his own hand. This was breaking the unwritten rules of dormitory masturbation, and Orlando almost worried if the other boy was contemplating his demise. He could feel the weight of the other youth’s hate for him even through the darkness of the dorm room, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention.

He sat up, staring in James’ direction in retaliation to the cold glare he felt on him. They sat for a moment, locked in a battle of wills amidst their sleeping classmates. Orlando shifted forwards in the bed, as though making a move forward, and he swore he could see James flinch back in disgust. The other boy must have taken Orlando’s attempt at aggression as a come on, turning his back on the other boy immediately before laying down on his side.

Orlando shook his head, tired of the playground harassments of his “fellow” students such as James the dickhead Marsden.

The next day Orlando woke in a foul mood, the gray sky outside a mirror to the clouds in his mind. He went to breakfast with a furrowed brow, his jaw set hard in a manner which told others he wanted to be left alone. When Shawn sat down before him, he said nothing, and the two ate their meals in silence.

His training after was blessedly intense, and Orlando spent his time taking his frustrations out on a punching bag. He again found himself thinking of Jake, but this time it wasn’t the laundry room he saw, but the bathroom after Heath walked in on them, and then again when he tried to plead with Jake to take him back…and then when Jake pleaded with him.

His anger grew as his memories continued, Jake’s anger and then despair taunting him. He hit the bag until his fists were numb, and his breath burned in his chest and his cheeks were flushed red.

When a hand rested on his shoulder, Orlando whirled in anger towards the person that broke his concentration.

He found himself face to face with one of the last people he wanted to see at the moment…Heath.

“What the fuck?” Orlando asked, his voice almost shrill in it’s breathless fury.

“Orlando…” Heath’s voice was low and gentle, trying to sooth the other boy out of his rage. “Take it easy, man…you’re gonna strain yourself.”

Orlando angrily shook his head, turning away from Heath before he mistook the other boy for the punching bag. “Get the fuck away from me,” he hissed, trying to pass him. Heath stopped him again, and Orlando shoved him back as hard as he could, forcing Heath to stumble backwards to catch his footing.

“Petal! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Orlando’s head whipped up at the sound of his “nickname” and glared ice at Sergeant Diesel. The big man stood in front of Orlando with his arms crossed over his powerful chest.

Vin tiled his shaved head to the side, glaring down at Orlando with almost tangible condescension. “Did you not hear me, Petal? What the fuck’s gotten into you? You think you can push around your classmates? Where did this newfound testosterone, sweetheart?”

“Bloom.”

Orlando’s cold reply was so low it was barely audible, the word hissed between his teeth.

“What?” Sergeant Diesel asked, as though he had not heard Orlando right when Orlando was damn sure he had.

“Orlando Jonathon Blanchard Bloom,” Orlando repeated with firm diction. “DO you hear a fucking ‘Petal’ in there?”

Everyone in the class stared at Orlando with stunned silence. The Englishman had being a smart mouth before, but he had never spoken out at a teacher in this way before.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Vin moved in closer, but Orlando knew that as his teacher there was no way in hell the man could hit him, no matter how much he may want to.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Orlando asked, glaring up at the much larger man. “Or just stupid?”

A large howl worked it’s way through the room, the other students’ eyebrows raised towards their hairlines as they watched Sergeant Diesel grip Orlando hard by the upper arm and drag him towards the door.

Once they were out of the training room, Vin whipped Orlando around to face him, matching his grip on the youth’s other arm and squeezing him hard, giving him a shake as if that would fix his mood.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you Bloom?” he asked, his voice low and stern. “You’ve been a pain but you’ve never been a problem.” His grip loosened when his words were only met with narrowed eyes. The big man’s face softened and he glanced to the side as he collected himself. “Look…Orlando…”

Orlando could almost see the strain of what this moment of control was doing to the older man.

“I don’t know if there’s something going on…with you…is it a….a girl?”

Orlando blinked twice at the man, maintaining a mask of composure before a snort of amusement twisted his lips. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a bloody cocksucker, Sergeant!”

Vin’s eyes darted out to see if anyone was listening at the word “cocksucker.” He immediately lowered his head towards Orlando’s and dropped the volume of his voice. “Easy with that shit, Bloom…I figured you were a homo, but I didn’t want to say anything unless you were weird about it…you’re being weird e-fucking-nough already…”

“Cause I wont take your shit?”

“Cool the fuck down!” Vin shouted.

“Fuck you!” Orlando countered.

“You know what, go cool off in laundry room for a bit! Have a good time cleaning up last sessions sweaty gear.”

Orlando glared at Vin before turning on his heel and stalking away from him. He tossed a one fingered salute over his shoulder as he made his exit.

TBC…
know this is short but more very soon! Just wanted to get something out. please review!