Fic: When Text Messaging Goes Wrong (1/?)
Title: When Text Messaging Goes Wrong (1/?)
Author:
icarus_malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom; they belong to each other themselves. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, that belongs to the Mouse. I do, however, own a cellphone, as does Orlando and probably Johnny. Yeah.
Rating: R (maybe…probably).s
Pairing: Johnny/Orlando (well duh.)
Warnings: Naughty text messages, swearing.
Summary: A three and a half year secret affair is outed when Orlando loses his cellphone while he’s in New York. (established relationship since filming of Pirates 1).
Author’s Note: One day, I might try and work in some more angst and actually have one of these two in a relationship when they get together, but that day is not today. They are “single” in my world, once more; as I’ve said before, it’s easier that way.
The hat in question: http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a317/IcarusMalfoy/orlando_bloom_060908_07.jpg
I’ve just discovered that Orlando was in London as of September 10th, but I’m just going to ignore that for this story.
…
Orlando had been out all of last night after a long day of press for his new movie Haven; he really wished now that he had just gone straight back to his hotel and gone to bed. The young Brit was currently sprawled on his back in his bed, one arm over his closed eyes, and the other draped across his stomach; he had a blinding headache and he decided he didn’t much like being in a bed all on his own.
As he lay there, suffering a hangover and a lack of sleep, he faintly started to hear the buzzing of his cellphone on the bedside table. Groaning, he stretched out an arm to pick it up; he flipped it open and pressed the button to show the newest message.
Mornin sexy. Up yet?
Orlando grinned; he was so glad he had taken the time to learn how to use his cellphone; at least he could keep in touch with Johnny who was obsessed with all this new technology.
Not yet, u?
Barely twenty seconds later, another message came through.
Fuck no, 2 tired 4 anythin today.
That was so like Johnny; he refused to shorten every word when texting, he was far too anal and pedantic about grammar for that.
Poor baby. Will u b 2 tired 4 me when I get back?
I’ll survive u, dont worry. Ur new hat sux by the way.
Fuck u.
cant wait, orli.
Orlando turned onto his side; he could always just phone Johnny and continue this conversation, but he always thought there was something slightly naughty yet rather satisfying about texting each other. Plus, when texting, nobody could over hear what was being said if he was in public; they would probably just be curious about the naughty grin on his face. It was probably better that way anyway, no one knew about them being together and it would probably cause quite a stir if anyone ever found out.
When u comin back? Celebrating the billion tonight.
Leavin at 3. u at home?
Yup. Here with the prostitute I had 2 get last night.
So not funny, depp.
Hahahahaha! I think we should have our own private celebration later on, what say u?
I say yes! Think we can make it 2 the bed this time?
Could b hard.
U already r, arent u?
Am nearly there orli.
Hope ur thinkin of me.
Course. Ur mouth anyway.
Dont wear urself out, I’ll b back soon.
U sayin I’m old?
Aw, u offended?
I might b.
Hehe, luv u really.
I’m sure.
Orlando forced himself to sit up; he was starting to feel better already. He was about to write his next message when the hotel phone rang; it was probably his wake up call so that he wasn’t later for the airport, his flight was five hours away.
“Hello?”
“This is your wake up call, Mr. Bloom.”
“Thank you.”
After hanging up the phone, he looked back to his cellphone which was buzzing again.
Gonna get some more sleep. Will c u later, k?
Ok, luv u. bye!
…
By the middle of that evening, Orlando was back in Los Angeles and in his bungalow at the Chateau Marmont that Disney was paying for him to stay in while they filmed Pirates 3. He had just had a shower to freshen up before the set party this evening and now he was uncaringly throwing the stuff out of his suitcase with a towel wrapped around his waist.
As he tipped his carry on bag upside down on the bed, the phone began to ring; he gave a yawn and stretch before picking it up, “Hello?”
“You haven’t been replying to me.”
“What?”
“The messages I’ve been sending, I haven’t been getting replies.”
Orlando frowned, “What, you feeling neglected?”
“I might be. You back at the hotel?”
“Yeah, I am,” Orlando gazed around the bedroom, a frown still on his face. “I haven’t gotten any messages.”
“You lie.”
“I am not lying, I-“ Orlando abruptly stopped talking as he began to realise just why he hadn’t been getting any of Johnny’s messages since getting back to LA.
“’Lando?”
“Oh no…”
“Oh no? What?”
“Oh shit.”
“What? Tell me.”
Orlando sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, “I um…I don’t have my cellphone.”
“…What? Who does?”
“I don’t know…”
“You mean you’ve lost it?”
“Possibly…”
“You did delete the messages, right?”
There was quite a long silence in which Orlando wished he could just curl up in a cave somewhere and hide for a while.
“For fuck’s sake, you didn’t delete them, did you?”
“No.”
“You idiot!”
Orlando narrowed his eyes at the wall in front of him, “I didn’t deliberately lose it!” he heard a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be… Look, come round to my place, we can go onto the party later.”
“Ok.”
…
Within another hour, Orlando was dressed and opening the front door of Johnny’s home; he had been given a key over a year ago, so that he could just invite himself in whenever he felt like it, “Johnny?”
Johnny soon appeared at the other end of the hallway looking absolutely ravishing in low slung ripped jeans and a rather tightly clinging black shirt; his hair was hanging wildly around his face and clearly unbrushed, and it seemed he was going to be wearing his contact lenses tonight instead of the glasses he usually opted for. Needless to say, Orlando felt rather meek and inadequate next to this stunning man.
“Say something…”
Johnny soon crossed the distance between them; he took Orlando’s hand and led him silently back through the house.
They were soon sitting outside on the back porch; Orlando sat cross legged on the couch and Johnny leaning back against the low porch wall, his eyes fixed on the fidgeting young Brit in front of him, “You know this is going to get out, right?”
Orlando looked up at the older man, “It might not…”
Johnny folded his arms across his chest, “Don’t be so naïve.”
Orlando narrowed his eyes at the other man; he really didn’t like it when Johnny used that tone with him, because it did show that there was quite a large age gap between them and that Johnny clearly viewed him as a stupid kid sometimes, “I’m not. Just because I lost it, it doesn’t mean someone is going to look at it and publicise everything on there,” he wanted to kick himself. Really, who was he trying to kid?
Johnny sighed and went and sat down next to Orlando, “Maybe not, but if you left it at the hotel then someone is probably going to look at it to find out who it belongs to,” he started drawing patterns with his fingers on one of Orlando’s thighs. “But if it falls into the wrong hands…”
Orlando shifted a little and rested his head on Johnny’s shoulder, “I guess the secret was going to come out sooner or later, right?”
“Yeah… I’m just not looking forward to what will happen if it does.”
Orlando lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Johnny’s neck, “Well, at least they can’t fire us from Pirates now.”
Johnny turned his head so that he could see wide eyed face, “No, but if it’s taken the wrong way, it could be the last thing we both ever do.”
Orlando, though not comfortable with the idea of possibly losing his career over his love life, gave a small nod, “But we both knew that when we started this.”
“We did, though I’m more worried for you than me,” Johnny brushed some of Orlando’s hair out of his eyes, as he saw the curiosity written in them. “You’re not that established yet, if the shit hits the fan then you’ve lost any hope of it.”
Orlando gave an audible gulp, “I know. It’s not like you coerced me into this though, I knew what would happen if it ever got out.”
Johnny remained silent for a several moments; before long though, he pressed a kiss to Orlando’s forehead and patted him on the leg, “Shall we go and get wasted?”
“Yes, lets.”
…
The title kinda sucks… It’s like one of those TV shows “When Animals Attack” or something. “OMG! The text message bit me!”
Next chapter: The shit hits the fan.
Author:
icarus_malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom; they belong to each other themselves. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, that belongs to the Mouse. I do, however, own a cellphone, as does Orlando and probably Johnny. Yeah.
Rating: R (maybe…probably).s
Pairing: Johnny/Orlando (well duh.)
Warnings: Naughty text messages, swearing.
Summary: A three and a half year secret affair is outed when Orlando loses his cellphone while he’s in New York. (established relationship since filming of Pirates 1).
Author’s Note: One day, I might try and work in some more angst and actually have one of these two in a relationship when they get together, but that day is not today. They are “single” in my world, once more; as I’ve said before, it’s easier that way.
The hat in question: http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a317/IcarusMalfoy/orlando_bloom_060908_07.jpg
I’ve just discovered that Orlando was in London as of September 10th, but I’m just going to ignore that for this story.
…
Orlando had been out all of last night after a long day of press for his new movie Haven; he really wished now that he had just gone straight back to his hotel and gone to bed. The young Brit was currently sprawled on his back in his bed, one arm over his closed eyes, and the other draped across his stomach; he had a blinding headache and he decided he didn’t much like being in a bed all on his own.
As he lay there, suffering a hangover and a lack of sleep, he faintly started to hear the buzzing of his cellphone on the bedside table. Groaning, he stretched out an arm to pick it up; he flipped it open and pressed the button to show the newest message.
Mornin sexy. Up yet?
Orlando grinned; he was so glad he had taken the time to learn how to use his cellphone; at least he could keep in touch with Johnny who was obsessed with all this new technology.
Not yet, u?
Barely twenty seconds later, another message came through.
Fuck no, 2 tired 4 anythin today.
That was so like Johnny; he refused to shorten every word when texting, he was far too anal and pedantic about grammar for that.
Poor baby. Will u b 2 tired 4 me when I get back?
I’ll survive u, dont worry. Ur new hat sux by the way.
Fuck u.
cant wait, orli.
Orlando turned onto his side; he could always just phone Johnny and continue this conversation, but he always thought there was something slightly naughty yet rather satisfying about texting each other. Plus, when texting, nobody could over hear what was being said if he was in public; they would probably just be curious about the naughty grin on his face. It was probably better that way anyway, no one knew about them being together and it would probably cause quite a stir if anyone ever found out.
When u comin back? Celebrating the billion tonight.
Leavin at 3. u at home?
Yup. Here with the prostitute I had 2 get last night.
So not funny, depp.
Hahahahaha! I think we should have our own private celebration later on, what say u?
I say yes! Think we can make it 2 the bed this time?
Could b hard.
U already r, arent u?
Am nearly there orli.
Hope ur thinkin of me.
Course. Ur mouth anyway.
Dont wear urself out, I’ll b back soon.
U sayin I’m old?
Aw, u offended?
I might b.
Hehe, luv u really.
I’m sure.
Orlando forced himself to sit up; he was starting to feel better already. He was about to write his next message when the hotel phone rang; it was probably his wake up call so that he wasn’t later for the airport, his flight was five hours away.
“Hello?”
“This is your wake up call, Mr. Bloom.”
“Thank you.”
After hanging up the phone, he looked back to his cellphone which was buzzing again.
Gonna get some more sleep. Will c u later, k?
Ok, luv u. bye!
…
By the middle of that evening, Orlando was back in Los Angeles and in his bungalow at the Chateau Marmont that Disney was paying for him to stay in while they filmed Pirates 3. He had just had a shower to freshen up before the set party this evening and now he was uncaringly throwing the stuff out of his suitcase with a towel wrapped around his waist.
As he tipped his carry on bag upside down on the bed, the phone began to ring; he gave a yawn and stretch before picking it up, “Hello?”
“You haven’t been replying to me.”
“What?”
“The messages I’ve been sending, I haven’t been getting replies.”
Orlando frowned, “What, you feeling neglected?”
“I might be. You back at the hotel?”
“Yeah, I am,” Orlando gazed around the bedroom, a frown still on his face. “I haven’t gotten any messages.”
“You lie.”
“I am not lying, I-“ Orlando abruptly stopped talking as he began to realise just why he hadn’t been getting any of Johnny’s messages since getting back to LA.
“’Lando?”
“Oh no…”
“Oh no? What?”
“Oh shit.”
“What? Tell me.”
Orlando sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, “I um…I don’t have my cellphone.”
“…What? Who does?”
“I don’t know…”
“You mean you’ve lost it?”
“Possibly…”
“You did delete the messages, right?”
There was quite a long silence in which Orlando wished he could just curl up in a cave somewhere and hide for a while.
“For fuck’s sake, you didn’t delete them, did you?”
“No.”
“You idiot!”
Orlando narrowed his eyes at the wall in front of him, “I didn’t deliberately lose it!” he heard a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be… Look, come round to my place, we can go onto the party later.”
“Ok.”
…
Within another hour, Orlando was dressed and opening the front door of Johnny’s home; he had been given a key over a year ago, so that he could just invite himself in whenever he felt like it, “Johnny?”
Johnny soon appeared at the other end of the hallway looking absolutely ravishing in low slung ripped jeans and a rather tightly clinging black shirt; his hair was hanging wildly around his face and clearly unbrushed, and it seemed he was going to be wearing his contact lenses tonight instead of the glasses he usually opted for. Needless to say, Orlando felt rather meek and inadequate next to this stunning man.
“Say something…”
Johnny soon crossed the distance between them; he took Orlando’s hand and led him silently back through the house.
They were soon sitting outside on the back porch; Orlando sat cross legged on the couch and Johnny leaning back against the low porch wall, his eyes fixed on the fidgeting young Brit in front of him, “You know this is going to get out, right?”
Orlando looked up at the older man, “It might not…”
Johnny folded his arms across his chest, “Don’t be so naïve.”
Orlando narrowed his eyes at the other man; he really didn’t like it when Johnny used that tone with him, because it did show that there was quite a large age gap between them and that Johnny clearly viewed him as a stupid kid sometimes, “I’m not. Just because I lost it, it doesn’t mean someone is going to look at it and publicise everything on there,” he wanted to kick himself. Really, who was he trying to kid?
Johnny sighed and went and sat down next to Orlando, “Maybe not, but if you left it at the hotel then someone is probably going to look at it to find out who it belongs to,” he started drawing patterns with his fingers on one of Orlando’s thighs. “But if it falls into the wrong hands…”
Orlando shifted a little and rested his head on Johnny’s shoulder, “I guess the secret was going to come out sooner or later, right?”
“Yeah… I’m just not looking forward to what will happen if it does.”
Orlando lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Johnny’s neck, “Well, at least they can’t fire us from Pirates now.”
Johnny turned his head so that he could see wide eyed face, “No, but if it’s taken the wrong way, it could be the last thing we both ever do.”
Orlando, though not comfortable with the idea of possibly losing his career over his love life, gave a small nod, “But we both knew that when we started this.”
“We did, though I’m more worried for you than me,” Johnny brushed some of Orlando’s hair out of his eyes, as he saw the curiosity written in them. “You’re not that established yet, if the shit hits the fan then you’ve lost any hope of it.”
Orlando gave an audible gulp, “I know. It’s not like you coerced me into this though, I knew what would happen if it ever got out.”
Johnny remained silent for a several moments; before long though, he pressed a kiss to Orlando’s forehead and patted him on the leg, “Shall we go and get wasted?”
“Yes, lets.”
…
The title kinda sucks… It’s like one of those TV shows “When Animals Attack” or something. “OMG! The text message bit me!”
Next chapter: The shit hits the fan.