Force - Orlando Bloom/Jared Leto - NC-17
Title:Force
Author: Emmyrose224
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Orlando Bloom/Jared Leto
Prompt: #3: Spanking
Word Count: 1,281
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not have anything to do with Orlando Bloom or Jared Leto. This is all untrue, especially considering I’m not sure they’ve ever even met. This is not for profit and I harbor no malicious intent.
Author's Notes: This fic is set in a fictional universe where Orlando Bloom and Jared Leto are acting in my Script Frenzy film, Deathless Renown. Thus, it is part of the Deathless Renown Series. Orlando plays a character named Ryder, which explains a reference in this story. Besides that, though, everything else functions as it does in this universe. (More explanation here) No magical chicken ponies this time either.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”
Orlando’s standing at the foot of a king-sized hotel bed, naked, save for a pair of black leather gloves that melt around his hands perfectly. They’re Ryder’s; Jared stole them from the costume bus this afternoon. Now, it was nearing midnight and they were being put to a use Ryder himself would certainly approve of.
"Just fuckin' do it like you would if you weren't a goddamn pussy."
Jared lifts his ass even higher, if that’s possible, and spreads his thighs, waiting for Orlando to suck it up and be aggressive. He waits for a slap that doesn’t come and every second that passes as Orlando somehow struggles with his goddamn conscience is a waste. He sits up and turns around, glaring at his lover with an intense irritation.
“Why do you have a problem with this?” he asks, exhasperated.
“I don’t have a problem with it, really,” Orlando says, rubbing the gloves together. “It’s just… I don’t get it. And I don’t even know how to approach spanking you.”
Jared rolls his eyes. “You just take your fuckin’ hand and slap it against my ass as hard as you can.” His breath hitches at the thought and it goes straight to his cock. Orlando still looks unsure. “Please, babe. I indulged you in that rape fantasy of yours.”
Orlando blushes and cringes. “True.” They had done that last week, back in Los Angeles. He sighs. He doesn’t really understand why Jared’s so keen to get his ass smacked around, but in a relationship such as theirs’, much give-and-take was involved. He was alright with normal spanking, a smack here and there while he’s busy shoving his cock as far as it can go up Jared’s ass, but Jared seems to want him to leave bruises this time.
He watches as Jared returns himself to his previous position. “Just fucking hit me.”
Orlando steels himself and gets into character. If Jared wants a guy to smack him, he’ll get one. Ryder would love it. Goddamn Viggo, Orlando thinks for a moment, rubbing his method-acting off on us. But then he feels a calm in the pit of his stomach and he knows.
“Your ass isn’t close enough to the edge of the bed, you fucking slut,” he growls at Jared. He grabs the other man’s hips and pulls him roughly back so his knees are balancing on the edge of the bed. “Can’t even fucking bend over for me properly.”
“Yes,” Jared whispers. Orlando’s voice sends a shockwave of heat to his chest and it floods his body, making him shudder in anticipation.
Orlando raises his hand and Jared sees the shadow of it dance on the headboard for a brief moment and he worries Orlando’s lost his nerve. But a blink later, the shadow’s gone and Orlando’s hand comes crashing down on Jared’s skin. He cries out; this is what he’s been waiting for. This is what he wants.
“Did you like that?” Orlando says sarcastically. It almost doesn’t work, Orlando’s soft voice with the harsh words it says, but at the same time, it works so perfectly, Jared wishes he could record it to play back when shooting’s over and they’re on opposite ends of the world again.
“Tell me!” Orlando brings his hand down again, the sound of first contact cracking through the air and reverberating through the room.
“Yes!” Jared yells. “I love it!” He leans back towards Orlando, begging for another, and Orlando gives it to him, one after another after another. Each one harder than the last, and after the fourth or fifth hit, tears squeeze hotly out of Jared’s closed eyes and he’s begging again.
He’s losing his mind, every time Orlando spanks him; every time he feels that jolt of wonderful pain, a little piece of him vanishes into the far corners of Oblivion until he’s a squirming mess, all nerve endings and raw lust. His ears are filled with sharp cracks of leather on skin and a vague British accent saying dirty, filthy things to him, calling him a whore, a cock-sucking, motherfucking whore with the mouth of a common slut. Every time Orlando hits him, he knows he deserves this. By the time Orlando breaks off, Jared’s panting into the sheets, almost sobbing, his cock hard and brushing against the bed, sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
Orlando turns away from the wretched mess on the bed. He feels disgusted with himself, all the things he’s said, but simultaneously, he loves it. He loves this feeling of power and aggression; if he pushes any further, he’ll lose control completely. He peels the gloves off. Underneath, his hands are red and pulsing from their abuse.
He goes back to Jared, who hasn’t moved. “Don’t you love it when I treat you like shit?” He asks, his voice dark. He rubs his burning hands over Jared’s burning skin and Jared jumps and squirms. Every little touch is intensified. Orlando squeezes his ass roughly and it feels like fire.
“I love it,” Jared whispers. He can’t even speak.
“What do you want from me, slut?” Orlando asks. “Do you want me to fuck you like this? Is that what you need? A raw, brutal fucking?” He smacks Jared’s red-hot skin lightly with his last words. Jared whimpers. “I can’t hear you, motherfucker.”
“Yes,” Jared gasps, “fuck me. Oh God, fuck me so hard-“ Orlando cuts him off, raking his nails down Jared’s ass.
He walks over to the dresser and grabs a travel-sized bottle of lubricant. He pours some into his hand and rubs it on his cock, the motion of which makes his breath catch, shocking his system. He tosses the lube onto the duvet just out of Jared’s reach and shoves his captive forward, down onto the mattress. He leans over him, not touching, the space between them an eternity.
“I don’t even want to fucking touch you,” he whispers into Jared’s ear. He grabs the lube and shoves it in front of Jared’s face. “Unless you want me to just shove my cock in dry, you better fucking get to work.” Jared moves to take the lube, but Orlando seizes his wrist in a white-hot grip. “And don’t you dare touch your cock.”
Jared heaves himself up onto his elbows, his ass still up in the air, and he takes the lube with shaking hands. He coats two fingers and leans down, reaching as far as he can to put them inside his ass. His muscles strain to be bent up this way for so long, but he can’t bear to shift positions. He tries to prepare himself as well as possibly for what he knows will be a hard fucking.
Orlando watches him. He loves to watch. Sometimes they spend their time together just watching each other, mesmerized by the self-pleasure the other inflicts upon himself. But tonight, he knows that watching is not what he should be doing. He grows impatient and when he knows it’s been long enough that he won’t tear Jared apart upon entry, he rips Jared’s hand away and forces him back down onto his face.
“What, are you trying to get yourself off?” he asks, repulsion spread thick on his words.
“No,” Jared pants, “please. Fuck me.”
“Bitch, I don’t care what you want!” Orlando yells at him. He slaps Jared’s ass once more for emphasis and Jared nearly screams. The sound of it makes Orlando dizzy. He climbs onto the bed quickly and spreads Jared’s thighs forcefully with his palms. Then, with one hand on his cock and one keeping Jared’s ass open, he slams home.
Author: Emmyrose224
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Orlando Bloom/Jared Leto
Prompt: #3: Spanking
Word Count: 1,281
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not have anything to do with Orlando Bloom or Jared Leto. This is all untrue, especially considering I’m not sure they’ve ever even met. This is not for profit and I harbor no malicious intent.
Author's Notes: This fic is set in a fictional universe where Orlando Bloom and Jared Leto are acting in my Script Frenzy film, Deathless Renown. Thus, it is part of the Deathless Renown Series. Orlando plays a character named Ryder, which explains a reference in this story. Besides that, though, everything else functions as it does in this universe. (More explanation here) No magical chicken ponies this time either.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”
Orlando’s standing at the foot of a king-sized hotel bed, naked, save for a pair of black leather gloves that melt around his hands perfectly. They’re Ryder’s; Jared stole them from the costume bus this afternoon. Now, it was nearing midnight and they were being put to a use Ryder himself would certainly approve of.
"Just fuckin' do it like you would if you weren't a goddamn pussy."
Jared lifts his ass even higher, if that’s possible, and spreads his thighs, waiting for Orlando to suck it up and be aggressive. He waits for a slap that doesn’t come and every second that passes as Orlando somehow struggles with his goddamn conscience is a waste. He sits up and turns around, glaring at his lover with an intense irritation.
“Why do you have a problem with this?” he asks, exhasperated.
“I don’t have a problem with it, really,” Orlando says, rubbing the gloves together. “It’s just… I don’t get it. And I don’t even know how to approach spanking you.”
Jared rolls his eyes. “You just take your fuckin’ hand and slap it against my ass as hard as you can.” His breath hitches at the thought and it goes straight to his cock. Orlando still looks unsure. “Please, babe. I indulged you in that rape fantasy of yours.”
Orlando blushes and cringes. “True.” They had done that last week, back in Los Angeles. He sighs. He doesn’t really understand why Jared’s so keen to get his ass smacked around, but in a relationship such as theirs’, much give-and-take was involved. He was alright with normal spanking, a smack here and there while he’s busy shoving his cock as far as it can go up Jared’s ass, but Jared seems to want him to leave bruises this time.
He watches as Jared returns himself to his previous position. “Just fucking hit me.”
Orlando steels himself and gets into character. If Jared wants a guy to smack him, he’ll get one. Ryder would love it. Goddamn Viggo, Orlando thinks for a moment, rubbing his method-acting off on us. But then he feels a calm in the pit of his stomach and he knows.
“Your ass isn’t close enough to the edge of the bed, you fucking slut,” he growls at Jared. He grabs the other man’s hips and pulls him roughly back so his knees are balancing on the edge of the bed. “Can’t even fucking bend over for me properly.”
“Yes,” Jared whispers. Orlando’s voice sends a shockwave of heat to his chest and it floods his body, making him shudder in anticipation.
Orlando raises his hand and Jared sees the shadow of it dance on the headboard for a brief moment and he worries Orlando’s lost his nerve. But a blink later, the shadow’s gone and Orlando’s hand comes crashing down on Jared’s skin. He cries out; this is what he’s been waiting for. This is what he wants.
“Did you like that?” Orlando says sarcastically. It almost doesn’t work, Orlando’s soft voice with the harsh words it says, but at the same time, it works so perfectly, Jared wishes he could record it to play back when shooting’s over and they’re on opposite ends of the world again.
“Tell me!” Orlando brings his hand down again, the sound of first contact cracking through the air and reverberating through the room.
“Yes!” Jared yells. “I love it!” He leans back towards Orlando, begging for another, and Orlando gives it to him, one after another after another. Each one harder than the last, and after the fourth or fifth hit, tears squeeze hotly out of Jared’s closed eyes and he’s begging again.
He’s losing his mind, every time Orlando spanks him; every time he feels that jolt of wonderful pain, a little piece of him vanishes into the far corners of Oblivion until he’s a squirming mess, all nerve endings and raw lust. His ears are filled with sharp cracks of leather on skin and a vague British accent saying dirty, filthy things to him, calling him a whore, a cock-sucking, motherfucking whore with the mouth of a common slut. Every time Orlando hits him, he knows he deserves this. By the time Orlando breaks off, Jared’s panting into the sheets, almost sobbing, his cock hard and brushing against the bed, sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
Orlando turns away from the wretched mess on the bed. He feels disgusted with himself, all the things he’s said, but simultaneously, he loves it. He loves this feeling of power and aggression; if he pushes any further, he’ll lose control completely. He peels the gloves off. Underneath, his hands are red and pulsing from their abuse.
He goes back to Jared, who hasn’t moved. “Don’t you love it when I treat you like shit?” He asks, his voice dark. He rubs his burning hands over Jared’s burning skin and Jared jumps and squirms. Every little touch is intensified. Orlando squeezes his ass roughly and it feels like fire.
“I love it,” Jared whispers. He can’t even speak.
“What do you want from me, slut?” Orlando asks. “Do you want me to fuck you like this? Is that what you need? A raw, brutal fucking?” He smacks Jared’s red-hot skin lightly with his last words. Jared whimpers. “I can’t hear you, motherfucker.”
“Yes,” Jared gasps, “fuck me. Oh God, fuck me so hard-“ Orlando cuts him off, raking his nails down Jared’s ass.
He walks over to the dresser and grabs a travel-sized bottle of lubricant. He pours some into his hand and rubs it on his cock, the motion of which makes his breath catch, shocking his system. He tosses the lube onto the duvet just out of Jared’s reach and shoves his captive forward, down onto the mattress. He leans over him, not touching, the space between them an eternity.
“I don’t even want to fucking touch you,” he whispers into Jared’s ear. He grabs the lube and shoves it in front of Jared’s face. “Unless you want me to just shove my cock in dry, you better fucking get to work.” Jared moves to take the lube, but Orlando seizes his wrist in a white-hot grip. “And don’t you dare touch your cock.”
Jared heaves himself up onto his elbows, his ass still up in the air, and he takes the lube with shaking hands. He coats two fingers and leans down, reaching as far as he can to put them inside his ass. His muscles strain to be bent up this way for so long, but he can’t bear to shift positions. He tries to prepare himself as well as possibly for what he knows will be a hard fucking.
Orlando watches him. He loves to watch. Sometimes they spend their time together just watching each other, mesmerized by the self-pleasure the other inflicts upon himself. But tonight, he knows that watching is not what he should be doing. He grows impatient and when he knows it’s been long enough that he won’t tear Jared apart upon entry, he rips Jared’s hand away and forces him back down onto his face.
“What, are you trying to get yourself off?” he asks, repulsion spread thick on his words.
“No,” Jared pants, “please. Fuck me.”
“Bitch, I don’t care what you want!” Orlando yells at him. He slaps Jared’s ass once more for emphasis and Jared nearly screams. The sound of it makes Orlando dizzy. He climbs onto the bed quickly and spreads Jared’s thighs forcefully with his palms. Then, with one hand on his cock and one keeping Jared’s ass open, he slams home.