Trailer NC-17 Jared Leto/Orlando Bloom
Title: Trailer
Auther: Timour
Rating: NC-17
Fandom(s): RPS
Pairing: Jared Leto/Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: This is all made up. I swear, this never happened, i make no money and mean no harm.
Summary: The sequel to Changing Romm if PWP can have a sequel.
Warnings: PWP
AN: I have no beta so it probably full of mistakes
Jared stood staring straight ahead of him at the line of trailers he’d been directed to.
It had been months, months of nameless faces, always tanned, always dark eyed, dark haired, curls.
Fans willing to bend over for him, desperate for it even. It was so out of character, he didn’t sleep with the fans, he never had.
He thought it disrespectful. But he hadn’t been able to stop. At first he was trying to wipe away the memory, not that he’d admit it to himself. After, he was trying to recreate it, not that he’d admit that to himself.
Finally Shannon took him to one side and told him they where worried about him, told him he was worried about him, beyond the band, beyond Jareds reputation, he was worried about his baby brother, his behaviour was hurting all of them but himself most of all. It was then that he realised something needed to change, to be done, but he had no idea what.
Then Shannon gave him the answer. He had pushed a piece of paper into his hand and told him to take the week, they could all use the rest, they’d meet up again in New York for the gig. Told him to go get what he needed and left.
Jared had stared at the piece of paper, cursing and loving his brother for knowing him so well, for seeing so much, then he’d packed a bag and gone to the airport.
Now, standing here, Jared was no longer so sure. The thick black jacket covering his body seems to do nothing against the cold desert night air and he shivers.
He can hear voices in all directions and knows he either needs to move forward or leave.
“You can’t leave.” Jared tells himself forcefully.
Steeling himself he walks forward until he reaches one particular trailer. Staring up at them he wonders if those five steps had ever seemed so far. Why was this so hard, he wants this, he knows he did, he just has to walk up them and knock.
Finally loosing his temper with his own cowardice he moves forward quickly and knocks before he could think again and bolt.
“Come in.” The soft English accent floats through the closed door and went straight to Jareds cock.
Pushing the door open he steps inside and closes it quickly. He doesn’t bother to look around, movie trailers are always the same and he’d spent enough time in them over the years.
Instead his eyes fall on the only other figure in the small room and his breath catches in his throat.
Orlando Bloom stands half in and half out of costume, tight leggings covering perfect limbs, sculpted chest bared.
“Well, well, what a pleasant surprise.”
Blue eyes meet brown and Jared sees the smirk in Orlando’s eyes.
“Took you long enough.”
Jared can’t seem to find his voice, he doesn’t know what to say so he just smiles slightly and hopes Orlando will keep talking.
Orlando leans back against one of the many pieces of furniture packed into his tiny trailer. His eyes run over the man in front of him and he can’t help the smirk. It really had been too long and it had taken so much effort to wait for him. But he’d had to. Jared needed to come to him.
The silence stretches out and Jared shifts slightly from one foot to another. Orlando seems completely still and it’s disconcerting to him.
“I, urrr…” Jared starts but he doesn’t know what he was trying to say.
“You, urrr…” Orlando echoes still smirking.
“I, its just, I’ve…I want” Jared doesn’t remember the last time he’d babbled like this and wishes he’d written down what he’d wanted to say.
Orlando watches Jared babble and bite his lip. Watches him raise a hand to his mouth, nails revealed by fingerless gloves already bitten to the quick, his black nail varnish flaking.
Nail in his mouth Jared finally feels a flicker of anger burn in his chest. Wasn’t the fucker going to say something? He’d come into Jareds changing room months ago and fucked him senseless, made him raw and desperate and lost and now he just stood there smirking.
Clinging to that anger, anger that he thought he’d lost he snarls slightly and turns.
“Never mind man” He hisses over his shoulder without making eye contact. He knows if he looks into those eyes the desperation will come back.
Orlando moves before Jared can get the door open and forcefully closes it, locking it as he speaks.
“No you don’t precious.”
Jared goes to shove Orlando’s hand out of the way trying to block out the effect the others mans voice, his closeness has upon him.
“Uh, uh,” Orlando murmurs, grabbing Jareds hand back and moving him away from the door, shoving him forcefully into the trailer.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
The order is clear in Orlando’s voice and Jared can feel it washing over him. He can feel the confusion and loss he’s been felling returning and clings desperately to his anger.
“Now, You want…” Orlando once more echoes Jareds words.
“You, you fucker.”
“Well, yeah.” Orlando’s voice stays calm even as Jared raises his.
“You arrogant shit, let me out, this was a bad fucking idea.”
Jared once more goes to step forward but Orlando doesn’t move from the door. Instead he speaks quietly and Jared find himself frozen, the anger he so desperately needs leaving him with each word.
“I know what you want Jared, I know why you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.” Orlando’s voice seems to flow over him, rich, molten gold reducing him to raw need.
“You can have it, you can have everything you want, everything you need. You just have to ask for it.”
Orlando’s eyes seem to burn into Jared as he speaks. His last words destroying Jareds final barriers and leaving him lost, desperate and more aroused than he can ever remember being.
Orlando moves forward slowly until he is almost touching Jared, his words ghosting over Jareds face. “You just have to ask for it. What do you want Jared?”
“You…take me, fuck me, make me yours. I can’t…”
“Can’t what Jared?” Orlando’s voice has dropped, his arousal at Jareds words evident.
“Can’t get you out of my head, your under my skin.” Brilliant blue eye’s meet Orlando’s, tears shining in them. “I don’t know what you did to me, just, I know I need you to do it again.”
Suddenly Orlando is kissing him and Jared melts against him, his breathing ragged. He kisses back, desperate, clinging to the other mans naked shoulders. This is what he needed.
Then Orlando pulls back leaving Jared panting desperately.
“Strip. I want to see you.” Orlando orders, his own hands working the fastenings on his costume.
“Leave the gloves on,” He speaks without looking up, peeling off skin tight leggings.
Jared freezes momentarily at Orlando’s order before shoving his jeans over narrow hips and stepping out of them, kicking them into the pile with his clothes and standing naked.
Orlando’s eyes trail over Jareds body leaving a burning trail.
“Come here.”
Jared takes a half step forward and finds himself pressed against the other man, skin to skin. Groaning at the contact he can feel Orlando’s penis pressed into his hip.
Orlando starts trailing bites along his neck, his hands half scratching, half stroking along his back. Jared writhes against him, grinding his own hardness against Orlando, his own hands exploring the body holding him.
Then Orlando starts to speak and Jared feels the tears in his eyes start to fall.
“I’m not going to make love to you, I’m not going to give you tender touches or gentle kisses.” As though to prove his point Orlando’s touches become even more vicious. He starts to move them backwards slightly.
“I’m going to fuck you Jared, I’m going to pound into you, I’m going to take you and bend you, twist you until I come and then I’m going to leave you.”
Somehow they end up on the floor though Jared has no idea how. He can’t breath, his skin is one fire. Tears of need staining his face, his whole body desperate for everything Orlando is whispering for him.
“You loved it didn’t you? Loved the way I made you watch, the way I took what I wanted. You came harder than you’ve ever come before and yet your desire, you beautiful arousal wasn’t satisfied in the slightest. No fuck since has helped erase that need and now you’re here.”
“Yes,” Jared hisses.
Orlando moves away and Jared can see him grabbing something from the counter. “I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. Grab you legs.”
Jared knows, somewhere in his mind he should be offended by Orlando’s words, by his presumptions and yet he just moves to follow his order. Black gloved hands grabbing pale thighs.
Orlando pushes the legs further apart, spreading him open until it hurts. Jareds legs start to shake, his stomach muscles clenched with need.
Orlando’s fingers, spread thickly with lube thrust into him and he arches, his eyes rolling back and his breath coming short and then Orlando iis sliding into him and he screams.
Orlando sets a brutal pace, still speaking, hands braced on the floor either side of Jared pushing Jareds legs further up and apart, bending him and twisting him as promised.
He seems to meet Jared prostate with every thrust and Jared can feel his balls tightening.
“Your going to come without me touching you. You’re going to come to my voice, your going to come while I find my pleasure in you because you love it. You’re my slut and it makes you hard, makes you desperate.”
Jared knows he’s speaking, agreeing, begging, but he can’t hear himself over his breathing.
Orlando bites him, his teeth breaking the skin and whispers mine into Jared ear.
Then they are both come, shaking and moaning and Jared doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard in his life.
His eyes close and he lies there on the cold trailer floor, he can feel Orlando pulling out of him, feel his leaving, moving away, can hear movement but he can’t speak. Then cold air rushes over him and he realises the door open, that Orlando is leaving.
“The problem of cause,” Orlando says from the door, “is that your mine now. I am going to use you Jared, I’m going to find you and fuck you whenever I need release and you’re going to let me because you can’t get what you need from anybody else.”
Then he’s gone and Jared can here the door click closed, Orlando’s final words ringing in his hears because he knows they are true.
Auther: Timour
Rating: NC-17
Fandom(s): RPS
Pairing: Jared Leto/Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: This is all made up. I swear, this never happened, i make no money and mean no harm.
Summary: The sequel to Changing Romm if PWP can have a sequel.
Warnings: PWP
AN: I have no beta so it probably full of mistakes
Jared stood staring straight ahead of him at the line of trailers he’d been directed to.
It had been months, months of nameless faces, always tanned, always dark eyed, dark haired, curls.
Fans willing to bend over for him, desperate for it even. It was so out of character, he didn’t sleep with the fans, he never had.
He thought it disrespectful. But he hadn’t been able to stop. At first he was trying to wipe away the memory, not that he’d admit it to himself. After, he was trying to recreate it, not that he’d admit that to himself.
Finally Shannon took him to one side and told him they where worried about him, told him he was worried about him, beyond the band, beyond Jareds reputation, he was worried about his baby brother, his behaviour was hurting all of them but himself most of all. It was then that he realised something needed to change, to be done, but he had no idea what.
Then Shannon gave him the answer. He had pushed a piece of paper into his hand and told him to take the week, they could all use the rest, they’d meet up again in New York for the gig. Told him to go get what he needed and left.
Jared had stared at the piece of paper, cursing and loving his brother for knowing him so well, for seeing so much, then he’d packed a bag and gone to the airport.
Now, standing here, Jared was no longer so sure. The thick black jacket covering his body seems to do nothing against the cold desert night air and he shivers.
He can hear voices in all directions and knows he either needs to move forward or leave.
“You can’t leave.” Jared tells himself forcefully.
Steeling himself he walks forward until he reaches one particular trailer. Staring up at them he wonders if those five steps had ever seemed so far. Why was this so hard, he wants this, he knows he did, he just has to walk up them and knock.
Finally loosing his temper with his own cowardice he moves forward quickly and knocks before he could think again and bolt.
“Come in.” The soft English accent floats through the closed door and went straight to Jareds cock.
Pushing the door open he steps inside and closes it quickly. He doesn’t bother to look around, movie trailers are always the same and he’d spent enough time in them over the years.
Instead his eyes fall on the only other figure in the small room and his breath catches in his throat.
Orlando Bloom stands half in and half out of costume, tight leggings covering perfect limbs, sculpted chest bared.
“Well, well, what a pleasant surprise.”
Blue eyes meet brown and Jared sees the smirk in Orlando’s eyes.
“Took you long enough.”
Jared can’t seem to find his voice, he doesn’t know what to say so he just smiles slightly and hopes Orlando will keep talking.
Orlando leans back against one of the many pieces of furniture packed into his tiny trailer. His eyes run over the man in front of him and he can’t help the smirk. It really had been too long and it had taken so much effort to wait for him. But he’d had to. Jared needed to come to him.
The silence stretches out and Jared shifts slightly from one foot to another. Orlando seems completely still and it’s disconcerting to him.
“I, urrr…” Jared starts but he doesn’t know what he was trying to say.
“You, urrr…” Orlando echoes still smirking.
“I, its just, I’ve…I want” Jared doesn’t remember the last time he’d babbled like this and wishes he’d written down what he’d wanted to say.
Orlando watches Jared babble and bite his lip. Watches him raise a hand to his mouth, nails revealed by fingerless gloves already bitten to the quick, his black nail varnish flaking.
Nail in his mouth Jared finally feels a flicker of anger burn in his chest. Wasn’t the fucker going to say something? He’d come into Jareds changing room months ago and fucked him senseless, made him raw and desperate and lost and now he just stood there smirking.
Clinging to that anger, anger that he thought he’d lost he snarls slightly and turns.
“Never mind man” He hisses over his shoulder without making eye contact. He knows if he looks into those eyes the desperation will come back.
Orlando moves before Jared can get the door open and forcefully closes it, locking it as he speaks.
“No you don’t precious.”
Jared goes to shove Orlando’s hand out of the way trying to block out the effect the others mans voice, his closeness has upon him.
“Uh, uh,” Orlando murmurs, grabbing Jareds hand back and moving him away from the door, shoving him forcefully into the trailer.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
The order is clear in Orlando’s voice and Jared can feel it washing over him. He can feel the confusion and loss he’s been felling returning and clings desperately to his anger.
“Now, You want…” Orlando once more echoes Jareds words.
“You, you fucker.”
“Well, yeah.” Orlando’s voice stays calm even as Jared raises his.
“You arrogant shit, let me out, this was a bad fucking idea.”
Jared once more goes to step forward but Orlando doesn’t move from the door. Instead he speaks quietly and Jared find himself frozen, the anger he so desperately needs leaving him with each word.
“I know what you want Jared, I know why you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.” Orlando’s voice seems to flow over him, rich, molten gold reducing him to raw need.
“You can have it, you can have everything you want, everything you need. You just have to ask for it.”
Orlando’s eyes seem to burn into Jared as he speaks. His last words destroying Jareds final barriers and leaving him lost, desperate and more aroused than he can ever remember being.
Orlando moves forward slowly until he is almost touching Jared, his words ghosting over Jareds face. “You just have to ask for it. What do you want Jared?”
“You…take me, fuck me, make me yours. I can’t…”
“Can’t what Jared?” Orlando’s voice has dropped, his arousal at Jareds words evident.
“Can’t get you out of my head, your under my skin.” Brilliant blue eye’s meet Orlando’s, tears shining in them. “I don’t know what you did to me, just, I know I need you to do it again.”
Suddenly Orlando is kissing him and Jared melts against him, his breathing ragged. He kisses back, desperate, clinging to the other mans naked shoulders. This is what he needed.
Then Orlando pulls back leaving Jared panting desperately.
“Strip. I want to see you.” Orlando orders, his own hands working the fastenings on his costume.
“Leave the gloves on,” He speaks without looking up, peeling off skin tight leggings.
Jared freezes momentarily at Orlando’s order before shoving his jeans over narrow hips and stepping out of them, kicking them into the pile with his clothes and standing naked.
Orlando’s eyes trail over Jareds body leaving a burning trail.
“Come here.”
Jared takes a half step forward and finds himself pressed against the other man, skin to skin. Groaning at the contact he can feel Orlando’s penis pressed into his hip.
Orlando starts trailing bites along his neck, his hands half scratching, half stroking along his back. Jared writhes against him, grinding his own hardness against Orlando, his own hands exploring the body holding him.
Then Orlando starts to speak and Jared feels the tears in his eyes start to fall.
“I’m not going to make love to you, I’m not going to give you tender touches or gentle kisses.” As though to prove his point Orlando’s touches become even more vicious. He starts to move them backwards slightly.
“I’m going to fuck you Jared, I’m going to pound into you, I’m going to take you and bend you, twist you until I come and then I’m going to leave you.”
Somehow they end up on the floor though Jared has no idea how. He can’t breath, his skin is one fire. Tears of need staining his face, his whole body desperate for everything Orlando is whispering for him.
“You loved it didn’t you? Loved the way I made you watch, the way I took what I wanted. You came harder than you’ve ever come before and yet your desire, you beautiful arousal wasn’t satisfied in the slightest. No fuck since has helped erase that need and now you’re here.”
“Yes,” Jared hisses.
Orlando moves away and Jared can see him grabbing something from the counter. “I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. Grab you legs.”
Jared knows, somewhere in his mind he should be offended by Orlando’s words, by his presumptions and yet he just moves to follow his order. Black gloved hands grabbing pale thighs.
Orlando pushes the legs further apart, spreading him open until it hurts. Jareds legs start to shake, his stomach muscles clenched with need.
Orlando’s fingers, spread thickly with lube thrust into him and he arches, his eyes rolling back and his breath coming short and then Orlando iis sliding into him and he screams.
Orlando sets a brutal pace, still speaking, hands braced on the floor either side of Jared pushing Jareds legs further up and apart, bending him and twisting him as promised.
He seems to meet Jared prostate with every thrust and Jared can feel his balls tightening.
“Your going to come without me touching you. You’re going to come to my voice, your going to come while I find my pleasure in you because you love it. You’re my slut and it makes you hard, makes you desperate.”
Jared knows he’s speaking, agreeing, begging, but he can’t hear himself over his breathing.
Orlando bites him, his teeth breaking the skin and whispers mine into Jared ear.
Then they are both come, shaking and moaning and Jared doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard in his life.
His eyes close and he lies there on the cold trailer floor, he can feel Orlando pulling out of him, feel his leaving, moving away, can hear movement but he can’t speak. Then cold air rushes over him and he realises the door open, that Orlando is leaving.
“The problem of cause,” Orlando says from the door, “is that your mine now. I am going to use you Jared, I’m going to find you and fuck you whenever I need release and you’re going to let me because you can’t get what you need from anybody else.”
Then he’s gone and Jared can here the door click closed, Orlando’s final words ringing in his hears because he knows they are true.