Title: Losing Control
Description: Johnny/Orlando | PWP | NC17
Description: Johnny/Orlando | PWP | NC17
Aurora - March 6, 2005 02:04 PM (GMT)
Title: Losing Control
Rating: NC17 for pure smut
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Johnny Depp
Warnings: Slash, explicit sex-scenes, PWP!
Disclaimer: The guys aren't mine. This likely never took place outside my imagination.
Summary: Orlando receives a late phone-call...
A/N: I'm almost embarrassed to post something so smutty, but hey, couldn't resist writing it ;) It's not finished yet, so yea.
Banner made by the übersweet Mena!
Losing Control
It was a warm night in the early spring and a restless Orlando was tossing and turning in his bed, finding himself in a seemingly endless state of insomnia, in spite of the fact that he’d just had a long and tiring day of shooting. His silky white sheets were tangled around his limbs like a lover’s legs, and even though the air-conditioning was on, buzzing monotonously in the background in a perfect imitation of a mosquito, his bedroom seemed unnaturally hot to him. Groaning in frustration at not being able to find a moment’s peace, he kicked the sheets off his body entirely, turning his pillow over and resting his head on it before turning it over yet again.
Images of the afternoon kept on flooding his mind, images of those dark and spellbinding eyes that belonged to his irresistible co-star, images he definitely couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. From the first time he had laid eyes on Johnny, Orlando had felt electricity running through his body and as weeks passed by, that feeling had become even worse. Every time he was near the American man, he felt something, whether it was a tingle, a burning surge of desire or a tightening in his pants. There were moments he thought he was going mad, there were times he told himself to end his foolish behaviour and stop acting like a teenager that was high on testosterone. But every time he promised himself to suppress his feelings, to ignore his desire, he ran into Johnny again and he ended up right where he started: completely in lust.
He had never really believed that the older man could ever return those lustful feelings that kept on troubling him at the most inconvenient moments. He had always thought that he would forever be doomed to jack off at night when he was lying in bed. Or during daytime when he was taking a shower. Or in the afternoons when he was coming round from the shootings.
So when Johnny had suddenly started flirting with him earlier that day, completely out of the blue, Orlando had been stunned, to say the least. The meaningful looks the older man had given him throughout the day, the hand that had suddenly crept up his leg when they had been enjoying their lunch, the sly grins and the way he had been undressing him with his eyes: it had nearly driven the poor Brit to the brink of insanity.
He deeply longed for Johnny, he craved to touch him, to take all he was willing to give. For weeks he had been feeding from the desire that came over him every time he thought about Johnny, but now, when he was lying alone in bed, the silvery light of the moon shining through the curtains that were gently blowing in the air-conditioning, it was simply beyond control. No matter how much he tossed and turned, sighed and groaned, he found it almost impossible to think about something else than how it would be like to have Johnny’s hands travelling down his body, to feel that warm mouth close around him…
Orlando let out a frustrated growl, trying not to focus on the familiar tingling in his crotch, trying to shut out the mental images of Johnny squirming beneath him, Johnny shoving him against the wall, Johnny on his knees right in front of him. He failed miserably, like he always did. Almost unconsciously, he slipped his hands underneath his immaculately white sheets – a sharp contrast with my oh-so-dirty mind, he thought cynically – and into his boxers and closed it around his throbbing shaft, letting out a small sigh of pleasure when he felt the jolts of desire and sheer need burning in his body like electricity.
His eyes fluttered tightly shut as he stroked himself in a quick and steady rhythm, mentally replacing his hand with the warm wetness of Johnny’s mouth. He could almost feel that tongue swirling around the head, he could perfectly imagine thrusting into that hotness, to grab a mound of hair and urge him to take him as far as he could possibly have him. Orlando moaned a little louder than he’d intended, and his groans of pleasure resounded through his quiet apartment. He could feel himself getting closer by each second and he knew that if he kept up the dazzling pace of his movements, he wouldn’t last long anymore. But he didn’t feel like prolonging this time: all he wanted was to reach that divine peak of intense pleasure, to release the tension and desire that kept on building up inside him almost unbearably. His breathing became shallow and ragged and he writhed in his bed. He was almost there, almost there, almost…
And then the phone rang.
Rating: NC17 for pure smut
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Johnny Depp
Warnings: Slash, explicit sex-scenes, PWP!
Disclaimer: The guys aren't mine. This likely never took place outside my imagination.
Summary: Orlando receives a late phone-call...
A/N: I'm almost embarrassed to post something so smutty, but hey, couldn't resist writing it ;) It's not finished yet, so yea.
Banner made by the übersweet Mena!
Losing Control
It was a warm night in the early spring and a restless Orlando was tossing and turning in his bed, finding himself in a seemingly endless state of insomnia, in spite of the fact that he’d just had a long and tiring day of shooting. His silky white sheets were tangled around his limbs like a lover’s legs, and even though the air-conditioning was on, buzzing monotonously in the background in a perfect imitation of a mosquito, his bedroom seemed unnaturally hot to him. Groaning in frustration at not being able to find a moment’s peace, he kicked the sheets off his body entirely, turning his pillow over and resting his head on it before turning it over yet again.
Images of the afternoon kept on flooding his mind, images of those dark and spellbinding eyes that belonged to his irresistible co-star, images he definitely couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. From the first time he had laid eyes on Johnny, Orlando had felt electricity running through his body and as weeks passed by, that feeling had become even worse. Every time he was near the American man, he felt something, whether it was a tingle, a burning surge of desire or a tightening in his pants. There were moments he thought he was going mad, there were times he told himself to end his foolish behaviour and stop acting like a teenager that was high on testosterone. But every time he promised himself to suppress his feelings, to ignore his desire, he ran into Johnny again and he ended up right where he started: completely in lust.
He had never really believed that the older man could ever return those lustful feelings that kept on troubling him at the most inconvenient moments. He had always thought that he would forever be doomed to jack off at night when he was lying in bed. Or during daytime when he was taking a shower. Or in the afternoons when he was coming round from the shootings.
So when Johnny had suddenly started flirting with him earlier that day, completely out of the blue, Orlando had been stunned, to say the least. The meaningful looks the older man had given him throughout the day, the hand that had suddenly crept up his leg when they had been enjoying their lunch, the sly grins and the way he had been undressing him with his eyes: it had nearly driven the poor Brit to the brink of insanity.
He deeply longed for Johnny, he craved to touch him, to take all he was willing to give. For weeks he had been feeding from the desire that came over him every time he thought about Johnny, but now, when he was lying alone in bed, the silvery light of the moon shining through the curtains that were gently blowing in the air-conditioning, it was simply beyond control. No matter how much he tossed and turned, sighed and groaned, he found it almost impossible to think about something else than how it would be like to have Johnny’s hands travelling down his body, to feel that warm mouth close around him…
Orlando let out a frustrated growl, trying not to focus on the familiar tingling in his crotch, trying to shut out the mental images of Johnny squirming beneath him, Johnny shoving him against the wall, Johnny on his knees right in front of him. He failed miserably, like he always did. Almost unconsciously, he slipped his hands underneath his immaculately white sheets – a sharp contrast with my oh-so-dirty mind, he thought cynically – and into his boxers and closed it around his throbbing shaft, letting out a small sigh of pleasure when he felt the jolts of desire and sheer need burning in his body like electricity.
His eyes fluttered tightly shut as he stroked himself in a quick and steady rhythm, mentally replacing his hand with the warm wetness of Johnny’s mouth. He could almost feel that tongue swirling around the head, he could perfectly imagine thrusting into that hotness, to grab a mound of hair and urge him to take him as far as he could possibly have him. Orlando moaned a little louder than he’d intended, and his groans of pleasure resounded through his quiet apartment. He could feel himself getting closer by each second and he knew that if he kept up the dazzling pace of his movements, he wouldn’t last long anymore. But he didn’t feel like prolonging this time: all he wanted was to reach that divine peak of intense pleasure, to release the tension and desire that kept on building up inside him almost unbearably. His breathing became shallow and ragged and he writhed in his bed. He was almost there, almost there, almost…
And then the phone rang.
Mena - March 6, 2005 02:21 PM (GMT)
:eek: :eek: :eek:
I'm speechless.
Speechless!
I'm speechless.
Speechless!
Aurora - March 7, 2005 05:02 PM (GMT)
^ You keep saying you don't like slash, and yet you keep showing up in my threads, hahah. Not that I mind ;)
Anyway, here a bit more... yay for telephones, I'd say.
Orlando’s eyes flung open in an instant and his hand stopped moving, his heart skipping multiple beats at the sudden and piercing sound. When the first waves of shock had passed, he cursed loudly, not even trying to hold back his frustration. His mind was still slightly clouded from arousal, causing him to stare a few seconds numbly at his cell-phone lying on the nightstand before actually picking it up, wondering whose timing sucked so badly as to call him just when he was on the verge of exploding.
“’Lo?” he said a little groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the hand that had previously been hidden in his boxers, cursing whoever it was on the other side. But then the voice of Johnny sounded, and his heart dropped to his toes.
“H’llo there,” the man that had just given him an amazing blow-job in his fantasy greeted him in quite a chipper voice. “Did I wake you?”
“No, no, I was just-uh…” Orlando stammered, swallowing heavily as he tried to make up something he could have been doing only to discover that his brain had stopped working somehow.
“Just what?” Johnny grinned on the other side.
“Just er… you know,” Orlando replied, slightly starting to panic at not being able to give an answer that would actually make sense, obviously still not entirely recovered from his near-orgasm mere seconds ago
“No, I don’t know,” Johnny said evilly. Orlando could perfectly picture the smug expression that was undoubtedly plastered on his face, and he cursed the older man under his breath. “Why don’t you tell me what it is you have been doing that makes you seem almost out of breath?”
“I’m not out of breath,” Orlando retorted quickly in defence, trying to slow down his breathing, not wanting to admit that it probably wasn’t normal indeed to sound like he’d been running a marathon at around 1AM.
Johnny chuckled merrily on the other side, apparently feeling far more relaxed than Orlando at that particular moment. The dark-haired Brit briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, wishing he hadn’t picked up the damn phone, a feeling that grew stronger when he realised he could have had a earth-shattering orgasm by now.
“Yes you are,” Johnny insisted, his voice hinted with amusement.
“What do you want from me?” Orlando said a little sharper than he’d intended, starting to grow weary with this pointless conversation.
“What do I want from you, let’s see…” Johnny replied pensively, seemingly enjoying Orlando’s reaction. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I might as well check if you were awake as well.”
“Well, I am.”
Another chuckle sounded on the other side, and Orlando rubbed his eyes once more, wondering why Johnny couldn’t just drop the matter and leave him alone with his used-to-be erection, his best friend in times of need.
“I figured. Where are you?” the American informed, a question that probably would have come casually from any other person’s mouth, but that sounded rather mocking from Johnny’s.
“In bed,” Orlando answered automatically, then realising he should have said anything but that.
“In bed, eh?” the older man chuckled cunningly. “That’s interesting. Let’s see. You’re lying in bed and you’re out of breath. Have you been jacking off, Orli? Or do you got a pretty lady hidden beneath your sheets?”
“No!” Orlando called hastily, a little quicker than he’d intended.
“No what?”
“No pretty lady,” Orlando replied lamely, wondering why on earth he couldn’t say sensible things anymore. It seemed as if Johnny’s voice drew out things he never wanted to say, as if unintended words were stolen from his lips without his consent.
“I see… so you were jacking off, weren’t you?”
“I…” Orlando started, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, even though he couldn’t deny that this entire conversation was also strangely arousing.
“Well? Were you or were you not jacking off, Orli?” Johnny’s voice was demanding, yet filled with the tiniest hint of amusement and something Orlando couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he felt weak, weak and powerless against Johnny’s merciless bantering.
“Yes” he whispered in a voice hardly audible, knowing there was no point in lying, seeing that Johnny seemed to see right through him anyway. “Yes, I was.”
“Well that wasn’t so hard to say, was it now?” Johnny grinned, although the slyness had unmistakably diminished. In fact there was a certain huskiness to his voice, something made Orlando shiver uncontrollably. “Who were you thinking of, Orli? Who were you fucking in your dreams?”
“Look, I-”
“It’s a simple question, Orli,” Johnny pressed persistently, the sound of his deep and, admittedly, sexy voice frustrating and arousing Orlando at the same time.
“It was you,” he blurted, almost angry at his own defencelessness. “I was thinking of you, alright? Satisfied now?”
“I could ask you the same,” Johnny smirked quietly. “Was I any good?”
Had it been any other person or any other moment, Orlando would have felt incredibly embarrassed, not to mention shocked, but there was something about the way Johnny spoke, as though Orlando’s confessions were a mere confirmation of his thoughts rather than a surprise, that made his previous discomfort turn into a sudden sense of desire that nearly made his head spin. He could even feel himself getting hard again, and he softly lay down on his back, trying to keep his hands from diving straight into his boxers.
“You were,” he whispered hoarsely, deciding to play along and overcome his shyness. “You were great, actually.”
Johnny let out another soft chuckle, seemingly pleased with this piece of information. “So I guess that was a hell of an orgasm I just gave you, hm?”
Despite himself, Orlando chuckled lightly, hardly believing they were having this conversation. If someone would have told him yesterday he would be having a very naughty talk on the phone with Johnny, he would have declared that person insane, no matter how much he would have hoped it would actually happen. But today everything had changed, today everything he had hoped for would perhaps come true. It was a very pleasant thought.
“No, you didn’t,” he replied a little more bold this time. “You called before you could.”
He could almost hear Johnny smile in his ear, and he closed his eyes tightly, wishing they were going to do what he hoped they were going to do. He ignored the tiny little part of his brain that kept announcing he was insane for enjoying this, for giving in instead of hanging up.
“Ah, then maybe we should do something about that, don’t you think?”
Anyway, here a bit more... yay for telephones, I'd say.
Orlando’s eyes flung open in an instant and his hand stopped moving, his heart skipping multiple beats at the sudden and piercing sound. When the first waves of shock had passed, he cursed loudly, not even trying to hold back his frustration. His mind was still slightly clouded from arousal, causing him to stare a few seconds numbly at his cell-phone lying on the nightstand before actually picking it up, wondering whose timing sucked so badly as to call him just when he was on the verge of exploding.
“’Lo?” he said a little groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the hand that had previously been hidden in his boxers, cursing whoever it was on the other side. But then the voice of Johnny sounded, and his heart dropped to his toes.
“H’llo there,” the man that had just given him an amazing blow-job in his fantasy greeted him in quite a chipper voice. “Did I wake you?”
“No, no, I was just-uh…” Orlando stammered, swallowing heavily as he tried to make up something he could have been doing only to discover that his brain had stopped working somehow.
“Just what?” Johnny grinned on the other side.
“Just er… you know,” Orlando replied, slightly starting to panic at not being able to give an answer that would actually make sense, obviously still not entirely recovered from his near-orgasm mere seconds ago
“No, I don’t know,” Johnny said evilly. Orlando could perfectly picture the smug expression that was undoubtedly plastered on his face, and he cursed the older man under his breath. “Why don’t you tell me what it is you have been doing that makes you seem almost out of breath?”
“I’m not out of breath,” Orlando retorted quickly in defence, trying to slow down his breathing, not wanting to admit that it probably wasn’t normal indeed to sound like he’d been running a marathon at around 1AM.
Johnny chuckled merrily on the other side, apparently feeling far more relaxed than Orlando at that particular moment. The dark-haired Brit briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, wishing he hadn’t picked up the damn phone, a feeling that grew stronger when he realised he could have had a earth-shattering orgasm by now.
“Yes you are,” Johnny insisted, his voice hinted with amusement.
“What do you want from me?” Orlando said a little sharper than he’d intended, starting to grow weary with this pointless conversation.
“What do I want from you, let’s see…” Johnny replied pensively, seemingly enjoying Orlando’s reaction. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I might as well check if you were awake as well.”
“Well, I am.”
Another chuckle sounded on the other side, and Orlando rubbed his eyes once more, wondering why Johnny couldn’t just drop the matter and leave him alone with his used-to-be erection, his best friend in times of need.
“I figured. Where are you?” the American informed, a question that probably would have come casually from any other person’s mouth, but that sounded rather mocking from Johnny’s.
“In bed,” Orlando answered automatically, then realising he should have said anything but that.
“In bed, eh?” the older man chuckled cunningly. “That’s interesting. Let’s see. You’re lying in bed and you’re out of breath. Have you been jacking off, Orli? Or do you got a pretty lady hidden beneath your sheets?”
“No!” Orlando called hastily, a little quicker than he’d intended.
“No what?”
“No pretty lady,” Orlando replied lamely, wondering why on earth he couldn’t say sensible things anymore. It seemed as if Johnny’s voice drew out things he never wanted to say, as if unintended words were stolen from his lips without his consent.
“I see… so you were jacking off, weren’t you?”
“I…” Orlando started, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, even though he couldn’t deny that this entire conversation was also strangely arousing.
“Well? Were you or were you not jacking off, Orli?” Johnny’s voice was demanding, yet filled with the tiniest hint of amusement and something Orlando couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he felt weak, weak and powerless against Johnny’s merciless bantering.
“Yes” he whispered in a voice hardly audible, knowing there was no point in lying, seeing that Johnny seemed to see right through him anyway. “Yes, I was.”
“Well that wasn’t so hard to say, was it now?” Johnny grinned, although the slyness had unmistakably diminished. In fact there was a certain huskiness to his voice, something made Orlando shiver uncontrollably. “Who were you thinking of, Orli? Who were you fucking in your dreams?”
“Look, I-”
“It’s a simple question, Orli,” Johnny pressed persistently, the sound of his deep and, admittedly, sexy voice frustrating and arousing Orlando at the same time.
“It was you,” he blurted, almost angry at his own defencelessness. “I was thinking of you, alright? Satisfied now?”
“I could ask you the same,” Johnny smirked quietly. “Was I any good?”
Had it been any other person or any other moment, Orlando would have felt incredibly embarrassed, not to mention shocked, but there was something about the way Johnny spoke, as though Orlando’s confessions were a mere confirmation of his thoughts rather than a surprise, that made his previous discomfort turn into a sudden sense of desire that nearly made his head spin. He could even feel himself getting hard again, and he softly lay down on his back, trying to keep his hands from diving straight into his boxers.
“You were,” he whispered hoarsely, deciding to play along and overcome his shyness. “You were great, actually.”
Johnny let out another soft chuckle, seemingly pleased with this piece of information. “So I guess that was a hell of an orgasm I just gave you, hm?”
Despite himself, Orlando chuckled lightly, hardly believing they were having this conversation. If someone would have told him yesterday he would be having a very naughty talk on the phone with Johnny, he would have declared that person insane, no matter how much he would have hoped it would actually happen. But today everything had changed, today everything he had hoped for would perhaps come true. It was a very pleasant thought.
“No, you didn’t,” he replied a little more bold this time. “You called before you could.”
He could almost hear Johnny smile in his ear, and he closed his eyes tightly, wishing they were going to do what he hoped they were going to do. He ignored the tiny little part of his brain that kept announcing he was insane for enjoying this, for giving in instead of hanging up.
“Ah, then maybe we should do something about that, don’t you think?”
Matt - March 7, 2005 11:03 PM (GMT)
I... Uh.. That was.. Yes.
(incoherent much? :P)
Seriously though. Oh my God. So sexy it shouldn't be allowed. I worship you girl. Write more soon.
*scuttles off to BREATH*
(incoherent much? :P)
Seriously though. Oh my God. So sexy it shouldn't be allowed. I worship you girl. Write more soon.
*scuttles off to BREATH*
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - March 8, 2005 05:18 AM (GMT)
*mouth is on the floor, and drooling* PLEASE post more soon!!!
Mena - March 8, 2005 03:35 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE |
| You keep saying you don't like slash, and yet you keep showing up in my threads, hahah |
I don't like it.
| QUOTE |
| “I’m not out of breath,” |
Errr... naw, seriously. I don't like it because it's usually just wham, bam, thank you ma'am and totally un-interesting. But your have a oh-so-cunning style that makes me like what you write, even if it is slash. :devil:
Just for the record, am I in uni right now?
Yes.
Am I fanning myself and blaming it on a room full of running computers?
Yes.
Am I grinning like an idiot and trying miserably to hide it?
Yes.
Do I want some more of this?
Yes.
:love:
Uh, before I forget again, there's a song I like very much and from he first time I listened to it I thought: man, I shall tell Emy to write something out of this one. Whenever you'll feel inspired, let me know. :P
Aurora - March 12, 2005 07:57 PM (GMT)
Thank you all!!
Here your next shot of naughtiness...
Johnny’s voice was definitely husky now, Orlando decided before he became all too aware of the throbbing of his hard member. His breathing became laboured from anticipation and his heartbeat accelerated, causing his hands to tremble helplessly.
“Yeah,” he replied throatily, his hand travelling gingerly along his body to stop at his tight boxers.
“Tell me, Orli, what is it that you want right now?” Johnny asked, his voice hardly audible. Johnny had never called him Orli before tonight, but Orlando had to admit he rather liked the way Johnny pronounced his name, the way he rolled it around on his tongue as though he wanted to taste it, taste him on his lips.
“You,” he replied without thinking, unable to restrain himself any longer, unable to stifle the moan that followed. “I want you, Johnny, and you damn well know it.”
His hand disappeared into his boxers again and he wrapped his slender fingers around his length, gasping slightly at the feel. He heard Johnny breathe heavily through the phone, and the realisation that he might be doing the same over there, only added to his already enormous arousal.
“What do you want me to do to you, Orli?” he asked in a husky voice, sounding like he, too, was more than just a little aroused. “Do you want me to wrap my fingers around your cock? Is that it? Do you want me to jack you off so slowly that you’re positive you’re going to burst?”
Orlando couldn’t help letting out a strangled moan at the delicious mental images those words evoked. He found himself unable to stop his hand from moving in the same slow pace Johnny had just suggested, and it made his head spin in delirium. He almost couldn’t think anymore, let alone give a proper reply to the questions Johnny asked him.
“Or do you want me to get down on my knees in front of you--,” Johnny continued in a smooth voice that made Orlando never want to stop listening to it every again. “—licking you and tasting you until can’t stand on your own feet anymore?”
“Oh fuck,” Orlando whispered breathlessly, his head clouded by lust. His entire body was on the verge of snapping by the divine combination of Johnny’s low voice in his ear and the steady movements of his hand. He loved it. He couldn’t get enough.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to thrust into that tight heat of yours until you beg me not to stop? Is that what you want? Tell me, Orli, tell me what you want. Talk to me.”
Orlando’s body writhed as he thrust his hips against his hand, Johnny’s hoarsely whispered words turning him on so insanely that he was almost sure it wasn’t real. Even though he knew that he was dangerously close to exploding within his hand, he realised he had to go less fast if he didn’t want to end this mind-blowing conversation already. It went against every instinct of his body, but he changed the pace of his hand into an agonisingly slow rhythm that matched the unhurried way in which he started to speak.
“You wish I was there with you, don’t you?” he said in a dominant tone, intentionally pronouncing each word with his thick British accent.
Johnny’s reply consisted solely of a series of unintelligible groans that increased in intensity when Orlando continued, the familiar feel of his burning cock in the palm of his clammy hand encouraging him to be more specific, more detailed, more bold and daring.
“You wish I was there right now, grabbing your hard cock with my hand, am I right?”
Johnny’s breathing hitched, and Orlando smirked softly, most pleased to notice that Johnny seemed to want him badly as the other way around. He enjoyed this dirty talk infinitely more than he had always thought he would, and being in charge, having Johnny’s whimpers penetrating his ear, was almost too much for him to bear.
“You know what I really want to do right now, Johnny?” he asked, feeling like it was someone else talking, because Orlando wouldn’t do this, not the Orlando the both of them knew. He felt more and more daring with each moan that came out of that gorgeous mouth of his co-star, that mouth he wished was closed around his shaft that very moment.
“Well?”
“I want to kneel between your legs and swirl my tongue around your cock, to taste and feel and lick you until you’re begging for me to let you come.”
“Go on.”
It came out more like a breath than something else, but Orlando hardly heard what he said. He was too caught up in the fantasy that was playing inside his head, the fantasy he was currently describing into detail to the man on the other side, who was hanging onto his every word.
“I want to wrap my lips around you and suck you. I want you to fuck my mouth, Johnny. I want to taste all of you and I want to hear you moan my name when you come on my tongue.”
“Oh…” was the only thing Johnny could utter, the helpless moan encouraging Orlando to go on.
“What is it, Johnny? You sound a bit... out of breath, or so it seems,” he teased, finding himself a little breathless as well. He was totally flustered, his cheeks a perfect auburn and his pupils dilated significantly. The room seemed to be even hotter than before, and his bed suddenly seemed to be far too big for him alone.
“You little fucker, keep on talking,” Johnny whimpered, swallowing heavily.
“You’re not jacking off, are you?”
Here your next shot of naughtiness...
Johnny’s voice was definitely husky now, Orlando decided before he became all too aware of the throbbing of his hard member. His breathing became laboured from anticipation and his heartbeat accelerated, causing his hands to tremble helplessly.
“Yeah,” he replied throatily, his hand travelling gingerly along his body to stop at his tight boxers.
“Tell me, Orli, what is it that you want right now?” Johnny asked, his voice hardly audible. Johnny had never called him Orli before tonight, but Orlando had to admit he rather liked the way Johnny pronounced his name, the way he rolled it around on his tongue as though he wanted to taste it, taste him on his lips.
“You,” he replied without thinking, unable to restrain himself any longer, unable to stifle the moan that followed. “I want you, Johnny, and you damn well know it.”
His hand disappeared into his boxers again and he wrapped his slender fingers around his length, gasping slightly at the feel. He heard Johnny breathe heavily through the phone, and the realisation that he might be doing the same over there, only added to his already enormous arousal.
“What do you want me to do to you, Orli?” he asked in a husky voice, sounding like he, too, was more than just a little aroused. “Do you want me to wrap my fingers around your cock? Is that it? Do you want me to jack you off so slowly that you’re positive you’re going to burst?”
Orlando couldn’t help letting out a strangled moan at the delicious mental images those words evoked. He found himself unable to stop his hand from moving in the same slow pace Johnny had just suggested, and it made his head spin in delirium. He almost couldn’t think anymore, let alone give a proper reply to the questions Johnny asked him.
“Or do you want me to get down on my knees in front of you--,” Johnny continued in a smooth voice that made Orlando never want to stop listening to it every again. “—licking you and tasting you until can’t stand on your own feet anymore?”
“Oh fuck,” Orlando whispered breathlessly, his head clouded by lust. His entire body was on the verge of snapping by the divine combination of Johnny’s low voice in his ear and the steady movements of his hand. He loved it. He couldn’t get enough.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to thrust into that tight heat of yours until you beg me not to stop? Is that what you want? Tell me, Orli, tell me what you want. Talk to me.”
Orlando’s body writhed as he thrust his hips against his hand, Johnny’s hoarsely whispered words turning him on so insanely that he was almost sure it wasn’t real. Even though he knew that he was dangerously close to exploding within his hand, he realised he had to go less fast if he didn’t want to end this mind-blowing conversation already. It went against every instinct of his body, but he changed the pace of his hand into an agonisingly slow rhythm that matched the unhurried way in which he started to speak.
“You wish I was there with you, don’t you?” he said in a dominant tone, intentionally pronouncing each word with his thick British accent.
Johnny’s reply consisted solely of a series of unintelligible groans that increased in intensity when Orlando continued, the familiar feel of his burning cock in the palm of his clammy hand encouraging him to be more specific, more detailed, more bold and daring.
“You wish I was there right now, grabbing your hard cock with my hand, am I right?”
Johnny’s breathing hitched, and Orlando smirked softly, most pleased to notice that Johnny seemed to want him badly as the other way around. He enjoyed this dirty talk infinitely more than he had always thought he would, and being in charge, having Johnny’s whimpers penetrating his ear, was almost too much for him to bear.
“You know what I really want to do right now, Johnny?” he asked, feeling like it was someone else talking, because Orlando wouldn’t do this, not the Orlando the both of them knew. He felt more and more daring with each moan that came out of that gorgeous mouth of his co-star, that mouth he wished was closed around his shaft that very moment.
“Well?”
“I want to kneel between your legs and swirl my tongue around your cock, to taste and feel and lick you until you’re begging for me to let you come.”
“Go on.”
It came out more like a breath than something else, but Orlando hardly heard what he said. He was too caught up in the fantasy that was playing inside his head, the fantasy he was currently describing into detail to the man on the other side, who was hanging onto his every word.
“I want to wrap my lips around you and suck you. I want you to fuck my mouth, Johnny. I want to taste all of you and I want to hear you moan my name when you come on my tongue.”
“Oh…” was the only thing Johnny could utter, the helpless moan encouraging Orlando to go on.
“What is it, Johnny? You sound a bit... out of breath, or so it seems,” he teased, finding himself a little breathless as well. He was totally flustered, his cheeks a perfect auburn and his pupils dilated significantly. The room seemed to be even hotter than before, and his bed suddenly seemed to be far too big for him alone.
“You little fucker, keep on talking,” Johnny whimpered, swallowing heavily.
“You’re not jacking off, are you?”
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - March 12, 2005 10:25 PM (GMT)
Orlando's a little teaser! lol, post more!!!
*wipes up drool*
*wipes up drool*
ninque elen - March 12, 2005 11:08 PM (GMT)
:faint:
*thud*
I think I just fainted
Omg......that was *fans herself* very naughty and very very sexy!
Goodness you are so good in this.
*thud*
I think I just fainted
Omg......that was *fans herself* very naughty and very very sexy!
Goodness you are so good in this.
lovingtheblueeyedangel - March 17, 2005 04:33 PM (GMT)
:ghost: :drool: Gah!!! :eek: :yum: Oh my god! That was... Ngghhh!
God, I need more... *Attempts to wait patiently*
That was some nice imagery back there. :yes:
God, I need more... *Attempts to wait patiently*
That was some nice imagery back there. :yes:
Aurora - March 19, 2005 06:27 PM (GMT)
Thank you!
Orlando was merciless, but the amusement in his voice was unmistakable. He loved it that the tables were turned now, he loved the power he had over the other man and hearing those little gasps and groans and whimpers coming from the one he craved for so strongly.
“Think you’re so smart, eh?” came Johnny’s husky reply, causing Orlando to snicker softly.
“Cause if you were--,” Orlando continued imperturbably, pretending he hadn’t heard him, “--I’d suggest you come over to show me if you’re as good as you claim to be.”
A long silence fell. Orlando held his breath with closed eyes, not quite believing he’d had the guts to say what he had, to practically invite Johnny to do with him whatever he desired. Ever since Johnny had started speaking with him, he’d wanted for it all to become reality, for the words to be translated into actions. He craved for Johnny’s presence, for Johnny’s lips and fingers and all the rest of him, but the realization that he had actually dared to ask for it stunned him to no end.
Yet he didn’t regret. He knew that this was probably his only chance, and he was more than willing to risk rejection. Nonetheless, the suspense was killing. He had no idea if Johnny was looking for more than just telephonic satiation of his desires, and the lack of response thus far made his hopes die all too quickly.
“I never claimed anything,” the older man replied after a couple of eternity-like seconds, managing to sound smug even in the throes of passion.
“True,” Orlando mused, releasing his breath and slowly disentangling his fingers from his still hard shaft. “But you sounded quite promising.”
His stomach fluttered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension and he prayed with all his might that Johnny would accept his invitation, that he would show him exactly how much he wanted him. It felt beyond surreal to have this conversation, and the nagging voice in the back of his head reappeared again, telling him sternly that it was madness to lure Johnny to come over and fuck him senseless. But madness or not, Orlando knew he wanted this. He wanted this bad.
“Well? What do you say? Do you want to come and show me what you got?” he pressed when the only reaction he received was a lengthy silence, managing to sound far more cool and nonchalant than he actually felt.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Johnny’s voice sounded both suspicious and surprised and Orlando could perfectly picture the way the older man would raise his eyebrows, as though Orlando would ever make a joke about things like this. Alright, so maybe he would, but not after such an incredibly arousing phone-call, not when his erection was desperately calling for a long-needed release.
“I’m as serious as when I told you what I want to do to you. Or with you, for that matter,” Orlando replied, his voice soft yet edged with a dangerous seduction.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Johnny said, and before Orlando could respond he had already hung up the phone.
Orlando blinked and stared numbly at his phone before pressing the button, the realisation of what was about to happen slowly seeping into his brain.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, a sudden sense of panic engulfing him. “Fuckfuckfuck.”
As if struck by lightening, he jumped out of bed and turned on the lamp, his eyes narrowing sharply from the sudden invasion of bright white light. Whilst making up the bed a little bit without making it appear that he had done so, he wildly gazed around the room in search for any objects that didn’t seem to belong there. Apart from a couple of strayed printed pages of a quite sexual story about Will Turner and Jack Sparrow that Ian had once given him with a knowing wink after he had told him about his fascination with Johnny, he found nothing.
Briskly he stormed into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, looking closely in the mirror to check whether he looked attractive enough, clean enough, fuckable enough. He decided he did. A quick look on the clock told him Johnny would be coming over in less than 10 minutes, and he noticed that the panicky kind of feeling he had felt before had turned into pleasant tingles of anticipation.
After putting on some clothes – after all he didn’t want to miss the fun part: being undressed by Johnny – he ran a last hand through his hair before he waited, a sense of impatience coming over him. He paced his hallway in a way that would have made most people nervous, ignoring the voice that had decided to bug him again, telling him that Johnny was probably just playing a prank on him, that he wasn’t going to show up.
But he did.
Exactly 6 minutes and 24 seconds later, the doorbell rang, and Orlando could feel his heart drop down to his toes at the piercing sound. Slowly making his way over to the door – after all, he didn’t want Johnny to think he was desperate or anything – he unlocked it with shaking fingers, taking one last deep breath before he flung it open.
Leaning against the doorframe stood Johnny, arms crossed against his chest, eyes glinting with approval when they wandered over Orlando’s body. He looked simply exquisite with that messy longish hair dangling nonchalantly over his black piercing eyes, and Orlando’s heartbeat sped up just a little more.
“Hello there,” Johnny said in a low and husky voice, not moving a muscle apart from a light twitch of his lip that threatened to curl into one of his famous smirks.
“Er… hi,” he managed to reply, uneasiness preventing him from behaving as cockily as he had just done on the phone. He couldn’t quite believe that he had almost talked this breathtaking man to an orgasm not even an hour ago.
“How do you er…” he started, stepping aside to let Johnny in.
“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” the black-eyed man replied, and Orlando just had enough time to slam the door shut before Johnny roughly shoved him against it, his face mere inches away from his own.
Orlando was merciless, but the amusement in his voice was unmistakable. He loved it that the tables were turned now, he loved the power he had over the other man and hearing those little gasps and groans and whimpers coming from the one he craved for so strongly.
“Think you’re so smart, eh?” came Johnny’s husky reply, causing Orlando to snicker softly.
“Cause if you were--,” Orlando continued imperturbably, pretending he hadn’t heard him, “--I’d suggest you come over to show me if you’re as good as you claim to be.”
A long silence fell. Orlando held his breath with closed eyes, not quite believing he’d had the guts to say what he had, to practically invite Johnny to do with him whatever he desired. Ever since Johnny had started speaking with him, he’d wanted for it all to become reality, for the words to be translated into actions. He craved for Johnny’s presence, for Johnny’s lips and fingers and all the rest of him, but the realization that he had actually dared to ask for it stunned him to no end.
Yet he didn’t regret. He knew that this was probably his only chance, and he was more than willing to risk rejection. Nonetheless, the suspense was killing. He had no idea if Johnny was looking for more than just telephonic satiation of his desires, and the lack of response thus far made his hopes die all too quickly.
“I never claimed anything,” the older man replied after a couple of eternity-like seconds, managing to sound smug even in the throes of passion.
“True,” Orlando mused, releasing his breath and slowly disentangling his fingers from his still hard shaft. “But you sounded quite promising.”
His stomach fluttered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension and he prayed with all his might that Johnny would accept his invitation, that he would show him exactly how much he wanted him. It felt beyond surreal to have this conversation, and the nagging voice in the back of his head reappeared again, telling him sternly that it was madness to lure Johnny to come over and fuck him senseless. But madness or not, Orlando knew he wanted this. He wanted this bad.
“Well? What do you say? Do you want to come and show me what you got?” he pressed when the only reaction he received was a lengthy silence, managing to sound far more cool and nonchalant than he actually felt.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Johnny’s voice sounded both suspicious and surprised and Orlando could perfectly picture the way the older man would raise his eyebrows, as though Orlando would ever make a joke about things like this. Alright, so maybe he would, but not after such an incredibly arousing phone-call, not when his erection was desperately calling for a long-needed release.
“I’m as serious as when I told you what I want to do to you. Or with you, for that matter,” Orlando replied, his voice soft yet edged with a dangerous seduction.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Johnny said, and before Orlando could respond he had already hung up the phone.
Orlando blinked and stared numbly at his phone before pressing the button, the realisation of what was about to happen slowly seeping into his brain.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, a sudden sense of panic engulfing him. “Fuckfuckfuck.”
As if struck by lightening, he jumped out of bed and turned on the lamp, his eyes narrowing sharply from the sudden invasion of bright white light. Whilst making up the bed a little bit without making it appear that he had done so, he wildly gazed around the room in search for any objects that didn’t seem to belong there. Apart from a couple of strayed printed pages of a quite sexual story about Will Turner and Jack Sparrow that Ian had once given him with a knowing wink after he had told him about his fascination with Johnny, he found nothing.
Briskly he stormed into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, looking closely in the mirror to check whether he looked attractive enough, clean enough, fuckable enough. He decided he did. A quick look on the clock told him Johnny would be coming over in less than 10 minutes, and he noticed that the panicky kind of feeling he had felt before had turned into pleasant tingles of anticipation.
After putting on some clothes – after all he didn’t want to miss the fun part: being undressed by Johnny – he ran a last hand through his hair before he waited, a sense of impatience coming over him. He paced his hallway in a way that would have made most people nervous, ignoring the voice that had decided to bug him again, telling him that Johnny was probably just playing a prank on him, that he wasn’t going to show up.
But he did.
Exactly 6 minutes and 24 seconds later, the doorbell rang, and Orlando could feel his heart drop down to his toes at the piercing sound. Slowly making his way over to the door – after all, he didn’t want Johnny to think he was desperate or anything – he unlocked it with shaking fingers, taking one last deep breath before he flung it open.
Leaning against the doorframe stood Johnny, arms crossed against his chest, eyes glinting with approval when they wandered over Orlando’s body. He looked simply exquisite with that messy longish hair dangling nonchalantly over his black piercing eyes, and Orlando’s heartbeat sped up just a little more.
“Hello there,” Johnny said in a low and husky voice, not moving a muscle apart from a light twitch of his lip that threatened to curl into one of his famous smirks.
“Er… hi,” he managed to reply, uneasiness preventing him from behaving as cockily as he had just done on the phone. He couldn’t quite believe that he had almost talked this breathtaking man to an orgasm not even an hour ago.
“How do you er…” he started, stepping aside to let Johnny in.
“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” the black-eyed man replied, and Orlando just had enough time to slam the door shut before Johnny roughly shoved him against it, his face mere inches away from his own.
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - March 19, 2005 10:13 PM (GMT)
*is having trouble breathing*
Ahh...
Oh...
POST MORE!
Ahh...
Oh...
POST MORE!
lovingtheblueeyedangel - March 20, 2005 10:17 AM (GMT)
*Twitches* Wow... Okay... *Attempts to breathe normally again* :drool: Okay, right, I'm a bit lost for words, so I'll just say great writing, really great writing. :faint:
Raine - March 21, 2005 02:21 PM (GMT)
:tsk: Oooooooooooooo kinky... ::lol:: Anywho loven the fanfic right now.
write more soon -Raine
write more soon -Raine
Ryvyan - March 25, 2005 01:13 PM (GMT)
I feel dirty now, reading this at work... BUT THIS IS HOT! I can't think of any other compliments to give except this is the hottest slash smut I've read.
RIP PP.
RIP PP.
Aurora - March 25, 2005 03:03 PM (GMT)
Hahah, thanks!
“We’re not getting shy now are we?” Johnny murmured against his skin when there was a total lack of response from his side. “’Cause I know you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”
With that, he roughly captured Orlando’s lips with his own, sneaking a hungry tongue into the young man’s mouth. Orlando’s hands roamed Johnny’s back; he was driven almost insane at the incredible feel of Johnny’s muscular body pressed against him. This wasn’t a kiss, this was pure passion, tongues devouring and delving and probing. Guttural moans escaped the both of them, and the tiny little part of Orlando’s brain that was still functioning under the rather arousing circumstances made him realise that, oh man, Johnny was an insanely good kisser.
In a swift and bold movement he removed the jacket from Johnny’s shoulders and let it fall onto the floor, their lips still tightly joined, their thighs still firmly pressed against one another. Orlando felt continuous surges of desire going straight to his loins, his pants tightening almost painfully at the feel. He was aroused, he was incredibly, inescapably aroused, and when Johnny pressed a strong leg between his own, he knew that he wasn’t the only one who had an erection that was in strong need for undivided attention.
Never breaking the contact of their lips, Orlando pushed Johnny backwards while his hands did their best to undo the buttons of Johnny’s black shirt, a task that wasn’t easily completed with hands that were trembling and a mind that was hazed by sheer want. They stumbled through the hallway, nearly tripping over their own feet on the way, hands becoming increasingly demanding and daring. The Brit finally managed to undo all the buttons of Johnny’s shirt and he briskly discarded it onto the floor just before Johnny pulled his shirt up over his head, his hands immediately exploring the just revealed chest. Orlando’s fingers were itching to feel all of that beautiful tanned, olive skin, and he blindly ran them along Johnny’s chest, marvelling at the smoothness of it beneath his hands before Johnny pushed him up against a wall again.
He couldn’t stifle a moan when Johnny’s hands grazed an already hard nipple, and he could feel the older man smirk against his lips most characteristically before he teasingly ran his thumb across the rosy bud, causing Orlando to whimper in his arms. He repeated the action, obviously pleased by the low groans he received, and Orlando broke their kiss to attack the American’s neck, sucking and biting the skin in an almost animalistic way. Johnny gave a low grunt as his fingers moved to the other nipple, pinching it in a way that nearly drove Orlando to the brink of insanity from the divine mixture of pain and pleasure, a desperate yet approving noise escaping his throat.
“You like it rough then, don’t you?” Johnny murmured before sinking his teeth into Orlando’s neck, not deep enough to leave marks but hard enough for Orlando to whinge in sheer desire while Johnny’s fingers never stopping their flickering movements.
“I – oh…”
Whatever Orlando was about to say got lost in a series of unintelligible sounds when Johnny pressed his leg persistently between his thighs again, the unmistakable bulge in his pants brushing against Orlando’s own arousal in an exquisite motion that made his head spin. He wanted more. Oh, he wanted so much more. He grabbed a mound of hair and brought up Johnny’s face, demandingly pressing his lips against the American man’s, tongues twisting and curling around each other. Low grunts sounded from Johnny’s throat when he started grinding their erections together with almost unbearable slowness, and Orlando stifled numerous moans. The feeling of skin against skin, velvet and smooth and covered with a thin film of sweat, was completely mind-blowing. But he still wanted more. More skin. More Johnny.
Swiftly he switched places with Johnny, pressing the black-eyed man against the wall, taking over the lead. And he rather liked it, being in charge, seeing the surprised glint that crossed Johnny’s eyes at the sudden change of positions. It gave him courage, it rid him of the last shreds of coyness that were still there, and along with desire, he could feel boldness rising within him. He let his hand slide along the muscles of Johnny’s upper body, grazing a nipple along the way, not even bothering to stop when he reached his jeans the way he always used to do whenever he was having something that would very likely turn out to be a one night stand. Which was practically never, really. Eyes fixed intently on Johnny’s face as he started stroking the older man through the fabric of his jeans, swallowing the small sighs that escaped those swollen sips as he kissed him again.
Soon enough, however, he needed actual contact, skin on skin, and swiftly he pulled down the zipper, blindly diving his hand into tight boxers the way he had done with himself earlier that night. His slender hand closed around a solid, throbbing shaft, expertly moving up and down in a way that made Johnny tremble between himself and the wall. Orlando loved being the cause of the shuddering of the man pressed against him, of the occasional throaty moans he let out every time he ran his thumb along the head teasingly, feeling the stickiness of precum against his fingers. It was almost satisfying, but not quite yet.
“Do you remember what I told you on the phone?” he asked in merely a breath, teeth claiming an earlobe.
“Yes,” Johnny whimpered, managing to sound quite cool for a man in his position. His arms were clumsily wrapped around his young lover to steady himself, and his head was resting against the wall, eyes tightly closed.
“Do you remember how I told you that I wanted to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you?”
To emphasise his words, he let his hand speed up just a little more, causing Johnny to buckle his hips helplessly against his practised hand. Orlando grinned soundlessly, kissing the sensitive spot under Johnny’s ear, taking the low groans he received as a yes.
“Well… I still want to do it,” he said almost nonchalantly, swirling his tongue around the already ruddy earlobe in a silent promise.
“Then what are you waiting for,” Johnny grunted, impatience colouring his voice.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Determination unmistakable, Orlando gently tugged at Johnny’s ear with bright white teeth, the pace of his hand never slowing. As much as Orlando really wanted to fulfil his promises, he wouldn’t do anything unless Johnny would lose that haughty attitude of his and plead.
“I’m not a begger.”
“Your loss…” Orlando remarked regretfully, and he withdrew his hand from the other man’s boxers as his teeth let go of the nicely-shaped ear of his co-star. Making sure to hide the grin that threatened to spread across his face, he looked at Johnny with a twinkle in his eyes before stepping back.
The annoyance, hinted with a bit of disappointment, was clearly visible on the older man’s features, his lips parted slightly in a perfect pout. Orlando almost gave in until an image of a begging Johnny invaded his mind, and he decided that if he really wanted Johnny to lose control he’d have to be insistent.
He wanted to turn around to leave Johnny standing there unsatisfied, desire unfulfilled, just to tease him, but before he could walk away, a firm hand closed around his wrist almost painfully.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“We’re not getting shy now are we?” Johnny murmured against his skin when there was a total lack of response from his side. “’Cause I know you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”
With that, he roughly captured Orlando’s lips with his own, sneaking a hungry tongue into the young man’s mouth. Orlando’s hands roamed Johnny’s back; he was driven almost insane at the incredible feel of Johnny’s muscular body pressed against him. This wasn’t a kiss, this was pure passion, tongues devouring and delving and probing. Guttural moans escaped the both of them, and the tiny little part of Orlando’s brain that was still functioning under the rather arousing circumstances made him realise that, oh man, Johnny was an insanely good kisser.
In a swift and bold movement he removed the jacket from Johnny’s shoulders and let it fall onto the floor, their lips still tightly joined, their thighs still firmly pressed against one another. Orlando felt continuous surges of desire going straight to his loins, his pants tightening almost painfully at the feel. He was aroused, he was incredibly, inescapably aroused, and when Johnny pressed a strong leg between his own, he knew that he wasn’t the only one who had an erection that was in strong need for undivided attention.
Never breaking the contact of their lips, Orlando pushed Johnny backwards while his hands did their best to undo the buttons of Johnny’s black shirt, a task that wasn’t easily completed with hands that were trembling and a mind that was hazed by sheer want. They stumbled through the hallway, nearly tripping over their own feet on the way, hands becoming increasingly demanding and daring. The Brit finally managed to undo all the buttons of Johnny’s shirt and he briskly discarded it onto the floor just before Johnny pulled his shirt up over his head, his hands immediately exploring the just revealed chest. Orlando’s fingers were itching to feel all of that beautiful tanned, olive skin, and he blindly ran them along Johnny’s chest, marvelling at the smoothness of it beneath his hands before Johnny pushed him up against a wall again.
He couldn’t stifle a moan when Johnny’s hands grazed an already hard nipple, and he could feel the older man smirk against his lips most characteristically before he teasingly ran his thumb across the rosy bud, causing Orlando to whimper in his arms. He repeated the action, obviously pleased by the low groans he received, and Orlando broke their kiss to attack the American’s neck, sucking and biting the skin in an almost animalistic way. Johnny gave a low grunt as his fingers moved to the other nipple, pinching it in a way that nearly drove Orlando to the brink of insanity from the divine mixture of pain and pleasure, a desperate yet approving noise escaping his throat.
“You like it rough then, don’t you?” Johnny murmured before sinking his teeth into Orlando’s neck, not deep enough to leave marks but hard enough for Orlando to whinge in sheer desire while Johnny’s fingers never stopping their flickering movements.
“I – oh…”
Whatever Orlando was about to say got lost in a series of unintelligible sounds when Johnny pressed his leg persistently between his thighs again, the unmistakable bulge in his pants brushing against Orlando’s own arousal in an exquisite motion that made his head spin. He wanted more. Oh, he wanted so much more. He grabbed a mound of hair and brought up Johnny’s face, demandingly pressing his lips against the American man’s, tongues twisting and curling around each other. Low grunts sounded from Johnny’s throat when he started grinding their erections together with almost unbearable slowness, and Orlando stifled numerous moans. The feeling of skin against skin, velvet and smooth and covered with a thin film of sweat, was completely mind-blowing. But he still wanted more. More skin. More Johnny.
Swiftly he switched places with Johnny, pressing the black-eyed man against the wall, taking over the lead. And he rather liked it, being in charge, seeing the surprised glint that crossed Johnny’s eyes at the sudden change of positions. It gave him courage, it rid him of the last shreds of coyness that were still there, and along with desire, he could feel boldness rising within him. He let his hand slide along the muscles of Johnny’s upper body, grazing a nipple along the way, not even bothering to stop when he reached his jeans the way he always used to do whenever he was having something that would very likely turn out to be a one night stand. Which was practically never, really. Eyes fixed intently on Johnny’s face as he started stroking the older man through the fabric of his jeans, swallowing the small sighs that escaped those swollen sips as he kissed him again.
Soon enough, however, he needed actual contact, skin on skin, and swiftly he pulled down the zipper, blindly diving his hand into tight boxers the way he had done with himself earlier that night. His slender hand closed around a solid, throbbing shaft, expertly moving up and down in a way that made Johnny tremble between himself and the wall. Orlando loved being the cause of the shuddering of the man pressed against him, of the occasional throaty moans he let out every time he ran his thumb along the head teasingly, feeling the stickiness of precum against his fingers. It was almost satisfying, but not quite yet.
“Do you remember what I told you on the phone?” he asked in merely a breath, teeth claiming an earlobe.
“Yes,” Johnny whimpered, managing to sound quite cool for a man in his position. His arms were clumsily wrapped around his young lover to steady himself, and his head was resting against the wall, eyes tightly closed.
“Do you remember how I told you that I wanted to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you?”
To emphasise his words, he let his hand speed up just a little more, causing Johnny to buckle his hips helplessly against his practised hand. Orlando grinned soundlessly, kissing the sensitive spot under Johnny’s ear, taking the low groans he received as a yes.
“Well… I still want to do it,” he said almost nonchalantly, swirling his tongue around the already ruddy earlobe in a silent promise.
“Then what are you waiting for,” Johnny grunted, impatience colouring his voice.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Determination unmistakable, Orlando gently tugged at Johnny’s ear with bright white teeth, the pace of his hand never slowing. As much as Orlando really wanted to fulfil his promises, he wouldn’t do anything unless Johnny would lose that haughty attitude of his and plead.
“I’m not a begger.”
“Your loss…” Orlando remarked regretfully, and he withdrew his hand from the other man’s boxers as his teeth let go of the nicely-shaped ear of his co-star. Making sure to hide the grin that threatened to spread across his face, he looked at Johnny with a twinkle in his eyes before stepping back.
The annoyance, hinted with a bit of disappointment, was clearly visible on the older man’s features, his lips parted slightly in a perfect pout. Orlando almost gave in until an image of a begging Johnny invaded his mind, and he decided that if he really wanted Johnny to lose control he’d have to be insistent.
He wanted to turn around to leave Johnny standing there unsatisfied, desire unfulfilled, just to tease him, but before he could walk away, a firm hand closed around his wrist almost painfully.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Blondie - March 25, 2005 05:11 PM (GMT)
Okay, I must admit, I have been reading this for awhile now, but *hides her head in shame* I have not commented yet.
The reason being...I was simply at a loss for words. Dang girl, your writing just leaves me speechless.
But today, today is the day that I am ready to leave some semblance of a reply.
Few things that I enjoy in this lovely story of yours:
1. The sexy banter back and forth on the phone between Orli and Johnny. Talk about sexy. I could definitely imagine the smug look on Johnny's face and the sheer embarassment on Orli's face.
2. I especially loved when Orli turned the table on Johnny, and Orli became the teaser. That was bloody brilliant.
3. The nervousness of Orli after propositioning Johnny to come over. I was practically bursting with nervous energy for Orli. Excellently written.
4. I love how bold Orlando is becoming. Teasing Johnny and the fact that he wants Johnny to beg. Go Orli.
and lastly...
5. Your descriptions are enough to make me blush but yet read more, devouring each word with an appetite that can't be controled. That my dear is a true feat.
Now...I will take some more story, please and thank you. ^_^
The reason being...I was simply at a loss for words. Dang girl, your writing just leaves me speechless.
But today, today is the day that I am ready to leave some semblance of a reply.
Few things that I enjoy in this lovely story of yours:
1. The sexy banter back and forth on the phone between Orli and Johnny. Talk about sexy. I could definitely imagine the smug look on Johnny's face and the sheer embarassment on Orli's face.
2. I especially loved when Orli turned the table on Johnny, and Orli became the teaser. That was bloody brilliant.
3. The nervousness of Orli after propositioning Johnny to come over. I was practically bursting with nervous energy for Orli. Excellently written.
4. I love how bold Orlando is becoming. Teasing Johnny and the fact that he wants Johnny to beg. Go Orli.
and lastly...
5. Your descriptions are enough to make me blush but yet read more, devouring each word with an appetite that can't be controled. That my dear is a true feat.
Now...I will take some more story, please and thank you. ^_^
Mena - March 25, 2005 07:51 PM (GMT)
Dashing out, but I'll be back tomorrow with a reply.
:love:
:love:
lovingtheblueeyedangel - March 25, 2005 08:16 PM (GMT)
Wow, speechless... that was really really sexy. Just wow...
ninque elen - March 25, 2005 09:43 PM (GMT)
Gah
Your writing is so amazing.
I keep coming back for more
and you keep teasing....
Writing more and more incredible sexyness.
Amazing darling!
Your writing is so amazing.
I keep coming back for more
and you keep teasing....
Writing more and more incredible sexyness.
Amazing darling!
tasha - March 26, 2005 11:17 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (Matt @ Mar 8 2005, 12:03 AM) |
| I... Uh.. That was.. Yes. (incoherent much? :P) Seriously though. Oh my God. So sexy it shouldn't be allowed. I worship you girl. Write more soon. *scuttles off to BREATH* |
*agrees* *misty-eyed* What was happening there...
tasha - March 26, 2005 11:41 AM (GMT)
Holy shit, girl. *no words* I don't know what to say.
*blush* It's so amazingly sexy!
MORE!!!
*blush* It's so amazingly sexy!
MORE!!!
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - March 28, 2005 08:14 AM (GMT)
*DIES*
Mena - March 28, 2005 10:25 AM (GMT)
Okay, miss, now I have five minutes left and I'm gong to use hem to reply to a question you basically asked us all on your LJ: why do we love this story so much?
I've been pondering on it for a while, and I came to the realisation that, for me, I love it just because it is Aurora in her fullness and boosted many times.
Let me explain it: you know I'm not a great fan of slash stories, and I can say it with no shame, I'm not a prude or anything, just I usually don't like the way people approach the topic in narration. But you have irony when you write, and you can picture tension and the peak of desire without ever failing your readers.
Now, why this story in particular? I think that's why I use to read short stories, from you: great shorties that, sadly, develop and finish in just one chapter. Here, instead, you manage to increase the tension and freeze it there, and then catch it back and increase it on, and on, and on... that's why i said this story is you in your talent, but boosted like it usually doesn't happen.
Phewwww, look at my review! Now I wouldn't mind get some more. :bllom:
I've been pondering on it for a while, and I came to the realisation that, for me, I love it just because it is Aurora in her fullness and boosted many times.
Let me explain it: you know I'm not a great fan of slash stories, and I can say it with no shame, I'm not a prude or anything, just I usually don't like the way people approach the topic in narration. But you have irony when you write, and you can picture tension and the peak of desire without ever failing your readers.
Now, why this story in particular? I think that's why I use to read short stories, from you: great shorties that, sadly, develop and finish in just one chapter. Here, instead, you manage to increase the tension and freeze it there, and then catch it back and increase it on, and on, and on... that's why i said this story is you in your talent, but boosted like it usually doesn't happen.
Phewwww, look at my review! Now I wouldn't mind get some more. :bllom:
tasha - March 29, 2005 04:35 PM (GMT)
Wheres more story? :cry:
Aurora - April 8, 2005 02:48 PM (GMT)
Thanks everyone! :bloom:
Johnny pulled him back against him, his back pressing against his lean chest, his thighs nudged by his cock. The older man leaned in and gnawed softly on an earlobe, the hot breathing in his ear making Orlando shiver against him. The hand that sneakily found its way into his trousers really didn’t make it any easier for him to pull the dark-haired man away, and when Johnny started stroking him off through his boxers, he knew he was lost, yet again.
“So you want to hear me beg, hm?” Johnny whispered in his ear almost thoughtfully, his hand squeezing a little in all the right places as the other one flickered across a tight nipple.
“You know what I want,” Orlando managed hoarsely, closing his eyes to keep his mind from spinning. He knew he was weak, he knew he shouldn’t be so easily won over, but that hand, that brilliant rhythmical hand made it impossible not to enjoy this, enjoy the power Johnny had over him.
“I think you should repeat it again. I forgot,” that seductive voice sounded in his ear, and Orlando could hear himself swallow and nearly pant in Johnny’s arms.
“Fuck you,” Orlando muttered, trying not to concentrate on the hand that was now busy pulling his trousers and boxers down, yet finding it quite impossible to do so.
“Fuck you. Oh yes, good plan,” Johnny smirked, grabbing Orlando’s cock with his skilled fingers, torturing the young man with strokes that were far too slow, far too soft. “You know what I think, Orli?” Accelerating hand, accelerating heartbeat. “I think…” Hot breath across his ear. “…you’ll be an exceptional fuck.” Teeth nibbling his skin, lean muscles against his back. “You have no idea…” Hard cock pushing against him. “…how much I want to fuck...” Fingers circling across his nipple. “…that gorgeous…” Flicking. “…beautiful…” Twisting. “…fuckable body of yours.”
“Damn you,” Orlando gasped, his breath coming in short panting gasps. “I hate you.”
But that wasn’t true, he didn’t hate Johnny, he merely hated himself for allowing Johnny to take over the lead again. But what could he do? He was too far gone already.
“That’s okay,” the man belonging to that oh-so-glorious hand breathed into his ear. “You can hate me. As long as you let me fuck you, you’re allowed to hate me.”
Johnny pushed against him as he spoke, the sensation nearly undoing Orlando. “Alright,” he said, or rather whimpered, since Johnny’s fingers were teasing him to almost unbearable ends. “I’ll let you fuck me. On one condition...”
A combination of a groan and a grunt sounded in his ear. “Let me guess,” Johnny said, undoubtedly rolling his eyes for an extra effect. “You want me to beg for it.”
Hoarse chuckling escaped Orlando’s throat, and with impressive speed he stepped out of his trousers and turned around so he was pressed from chest to toe against the other man. “Good guess,” he said before he leaned in and caught Johnny’s lower lip between his teeth before letting it go again. “The choice is yours.”
He ground his hips into Johnny as to emphasize his words, repeating the action multiple times as to prove his point. Or maybe just because it felt so damn good.
“Tell me,” Johnny said, answering Orlando’s grinding with some rubbing of his own. “What’s the appeal? Why do you want me to beg so badly?”
Orlando grinned almost inanely before he leaned in and forced his tongue between Johnny’s lips for a short yet fervent kiss that made his aching for the other man all the greater and therefore all the more impossible to disregard.
“Because,” he said, simply because he noticed that the talking had somehow managed to outweigh the action, and he wasn’t so sure if he was happy with that.
“Oh!” Johnny exclaimed, his obvious lust for the other man not preventing him from sounding characteristically sardonic. “Of course! You want me to beg because. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—oh!”
His mocking got lost in a series of unintelligible whimpers. Orlando, being bored by the abundance of conversation, had trailed down the other man’s body during his sarcastic grumbling, placing wet kisses along his way. When he had reached his destination, he had eagerly pulled his trousers and boxers down, had teasingly licked a bit, sucked a bit, lapped a bit, just to see if he could draw out the desired begging. Oh yes, his actions received a lot of sighs, groans, whimpers, but nothing that even remotely looked like a plea. And so he continued, his tongue moving around the man’s shaft smoothly, at which fingers curled themselves tightly in his hair within seconds.
“Oh fuck,” Johnny moaned, his legs shaking underneath him at the sensation, his pressing hands on his head urging Orlando to take more, more, more. Orlando enjoyed the taste of the man, enjoyed the twitching beneath his tongue and the hands in his hair, it was most arousing, and he knew that if he didn’t stop now, at least one of them wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.
And so he withdrew, at which a regretful moan sounded from above him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Johnny said, half-panting, his voice matching the frustrated expression on his face. Orlando grinned soundlessly at the reaction, self-satisfaction twinkling in his eyes.
“Nope,” he said airily, standing up to face the other man properly. “You know what I said. No sucking without begging.”
“But…”
“No.
“But...”
“NO.”
“You really mean it,” Johnny concluded sourly, disapproval unmistakable.
Orlando nodded smugly, refusing to let Johnny get away with it another time. The other man seemed to notice his determination, because he sighed in surrender, muttering a conceded “I can’t believe you” that made Orlando realize he was finally about to get what he wanted.
“Alright, so you want me to beg, hm?” Johnny said, looking up with glistening eyes, pressing Orlando’s body closer to him. “Well…” A pause for dramatic effect. Or maybe to gather his wits, Orlando didn’t know. “Would you do me the honour of continuing your truly sensational sucking? Please?”
He grinned cheekily, and Orlando reciprocated that grin, firmly descending his lips over Johnny’s to draw him into a luscious kiss. “Why, of course,” he said seductively, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Johnny pulled him back against him, his back pressing against his lean chest, his thighs nudged by his cock. The older man leaned in and gnawed softly on an earlobe, the hot breathing in his ear making Orlando shiver against him. The hand that sneakily found its way into his trousers really didn’t make it any easier for him to pull the dark-haired man away, and when Johnny started stroking him off through his boxers, he knew he was lost, yet again.
“So you want to hear me beg, hm?” Johnny whispered in his ear almost thoughtfully, his hand squeezing a little in all the right places as the other one flickered across a tight nipple.
“You know what I want,” Orlando managed hoarsely, closing his eyes to keep his mind from spinning. He knew he was weak, he knew he shouldn’t be so easily won over, but that hand, that brilliant rhythmical hand made it impossible not to enjoy this, enjoy the power Johnny had over him.
“I think you should repeat it again. I forgot,” that seductive voice sounded in his ear, and Orlando could hear himself swallow and nearly pant in Johnny’s arms.
“Fuck you,” Orlando muttered, trying not to concentrate on the hand that was now busy pulling his trousers and boxers down, yet finding it quite impossible to do so.
“Fuck you. Oh yes, good plan,” Johnny smirked, grabbing Orlando’s cock with his skilled fingers, torturing the young man with strokes that were far too slow, far too soft. “You know what I think, Orli?” Accelerating hand, accelerating heartbeat. “I think…” Hot breath across his ear. “…you’ll be an exceptional fuck.” Teeth nibbling his skin, lean muscles against his back. “You have no idea…” Hard cock pushing against him. “…how much I want to fuck...” Fingers circling across his nipple. “…that gorgeous…” Flicking. “…beautiful…” Twisting. “…fuckable body of yours.”
“Damn you,” Orlando gasped, his breath coming in short panting gasps. “I hate you.”
But that wasn’t true, he didn’t hate Johnny, he merely hated himself for allowing Johnny to take over the lead again. But what could he do? He was too far gone already.
“That’s okay,” the man belonging to that oh-so-glorious hand breathed into his ear. “You can hate me. As long as you let me fuck you, you’re allowed to hate me.”
Johnny pushed against him as he spoke, the sensation nearly undoing Orlando. “Alright,” he said, or rather whimpered, since Johnny’s fingers were teasing him to almost unbearable ends. “I’ll let you fuck me. On one condition...”
A combination of a groan and a grunt sounded in his ear. “Let me guess,” Johnny said, undoubtedly rolling his eyes for an extra effect. “You want me to beg for it.”
Hoarse chuckling escaped Orlando’s throat, and with impressive speed he stepped out of his trousers and turned around so he was pressed from chest to toe against the other man. “Good guess,” he said before he leaned in and caught Johnny’s lower lip between his teeth before letting it go again. “The choice is yours.”
He ground his hips into Johnny as to emphasize his words, repeating the action multiple times as to prove his point. Or maybe just because it felt so damn good.
“Tell me,” Johnny said, answering Orlando’s grinding with some rubbing of his own. “What’s the appeal? Why do you want me to beg so badly?”
Orlando grinned almost inanely before he leaned in and forced his tongue between Johnny’s lips for a short yet fervent kiss that made his aching for the other man all the greater and therefore all the more impossible to disregard.
“Because,” he said, simply because he noticed that the talking had somehow managed to outweigh the action, and he wasn’t so sure if he was happy with that.
“Oh!” Johnny exclaimed, his obvious lust for the other man not preventing him from sounding characteristically sardonic. “Of course! You want me to beg because. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—oh!”
His mocking got lost in a series of unintelligible whimpers. Orlando, being bored by the abundance of conversation, had trailed down the other man’s body during his sarcastic grumbling, placing wet kisses along his way. When he had reached his destination, he had eagerly pulled his trousers and boxers down, had teasingly licked a bit, sucked a bit, lapped a bit, just to see if he could draw out the desired begging. Oh yes, his actions received a lot of sighs, groans, whimpers, but nothing that even remotely looked like a plea. And so he continued, his tongue moving around the man’s shaft smoothly, at which fingers curled themselves tightly in his hair within seconds.
“Oh fuck,” Johnny moaned, his legs shaking underneath him at the sensation, his pressing hands on his head urging Orlando to take more, more, more. Orlando enjoyed the taste of the man, enjoyed the twitching beneath his tongue and the hands in his hair, it was most arousing, and he knew that if he didn’t stop now, at least one of them wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.
And so he withdrew, at which a regretful moan sounded from above him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Johnny said, half-panting, his voice matching the frustrated expression on his face. Orlando grinned soundlessly at the reaction, self-satisfaction twinkling in his eyes.
“Nope,” he said airily, standing up to face the other man properly. “You know what I said. No sucking without begging.”
“But…”
“No.
“But...”
“NO.”
“You really mean it,” Johnny concluded sourly, disapproval unmistakable.
Orlando nodded smugly, refusing to let Johnny get away with it another time. The other man seemed to notice his determination, because he sighed in surrender, muttering a conceded “I can’t believe you” that made Orlando realize he was finally about to get what he wanted.
“Alright, so you want me to beg, hm?” Johnny said, looking up with glistening eyes, pressing Orlando’s body closer to him. “Well…” A pause for dramatic effect. Or maybe to gather his wits, Orlando didn’t know. “Would you do me the honour of continuing your truly sensational sucking? Please?”
He grinned cheekily, and Orlando reciprocated that grin, firmly descending his lips over Johnny’s to draw him into a luscious kiss. “Why, of course,” he said seductively, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Mena - April 8, 2005 04:56 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE |
| “Nope,” he said airily, standing up to face the other man properly. “You know what I said. No sucking without begging.” “But…” “No. “But...” “NO.” |
This made me laugh out loud, yet this is not a chapter to laugh about.
Blush? Probably.
Drool? Maybe.
Giggle? Surely.
Yet, it made me laugh.
:bow:
Blush? Probably.
Drool? Maybe.
Giggle? Surely.
Yet, it made me laugh.
:bow:
Ryvyan - April 8, 2005 07:18 PM (GMT)
It's amazing how I managed to grab onto the sexual tension that was a residue from the previous chapter and continued that train of thought when I read the latest chapter. Especially when it has been more than a week since you posted!
On a very off-topic note:
:duel: <-- Two pirates dealing with the sexual tension.
Very hot, very arousing for such a short chapter.
On a very off-topic note:
:duel: <-- Two pirates dealing with the sexual tension.
Very hot, very arousing for such a short chapter.
Mena - April 8, 2005 07:29 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (Ryvyan @ Apr 8 2005, 09:18 PM) |
| On a very off-topic note: :duel: <-- Two pirates dealing with the sexual tension. |
:eek:
:lmao: :lmao:
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - April 8, 2005 10:51 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE |
| “But…” “No. “But...” “NO.” |
:lol:
I LOVED THAT CHAPTER! *cleans up all the drool on the floor* Mmmm... pirates...
I LOVED THAT CHAPTER! *cleans up all the drool on the floor* Mmmm... pirates...
ninque elen - April 9, 2005 08:25 PM (GMT)
Gah........*wipes up drool*
This chappie surely made me giggle at some points...
but all in all it is freakingly hot!!
This chappie surely made me giggle at some points...
but all in all it is freakingly hot!!
Raine - April 12, 2005 06:06 PM (GMT)
:drool: oh fuck that was sexy...
Laila - April 15, 2005 08:24 PM (GMT)
:eek:
oook.
That's not fair... See, that's what happens, people write this stuff, so incredibly sexy and you know and then there are certain readers whose boyfriends live abroad and that makes people like you my dear incredibly evil!
Then again... not sure gay porn should have that effect on me ;)
anyway - I'm away reading some tragic terrible drama thing - no sex! ;)
great story honey, exceptionally... wow :)
luv,
Laila
oook.
That's not fair... See, that's what happens, people write this stuff, so incredibly sexy and you know and then there are certain readers whose boyfriends live abroad and that makes people like you my dear incredibly evil!
Then again... not sure gay porn should have that effect on me ;)
anyway - I'm away reading some tragic terrible drama thing - no sex! ;)
great story honey, exceptionally... wow :)
luv,
Laila
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - April 15, 2005 10:44 PM (GMT)
She's corrupting us lol
Raine - April 16, 2005 03:09 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (j-e-s-s-i-c-a @ Apr 15 2005, 11:44 PM) |
| She's corrupting us lol |
:drool: I agree........
Aurora - April 29, 2005 02:45 PM (GMT)
First of all: thanks very very much to the people who were so kind as to vote for this story in the EWAC Awards - I really appreciate it!
Anyway, here's a short update. Sorry for the wait & the length.
And Laila, welcome! :D
“It’s remarkable how such a delightful mouth can be so utterly useless when it’s not engaged in the act of sucking,” Johnny remarked almost pensively, then added as an afterthought, “or a similar activity.”
“What do you mean?” Orlando asked, swirling his tongue across an already moist earlobe. “Am I talking too much?”
“Considering the fact that my cock is the size of a rocket ready to be launched, yes.”
“That was by far the lamest comparison I’ve ever heard,” Orlando commented, his eyebrow cocked.
“I know. It sounded better in my head.”
“Yeah. Whatever. As for the talking: have you already noticed that you started all this chitchat, and not me?” Orlando replied, his index finger thoughtlessly drawing circles on Johnny’s chest.
“It’s because of my ‘chitchat’ that we’re here in the first place, so I’d appreciate if you didn’t hold my conversational nature against me,” Johnny replied almost dignified.
Orlando sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “‘Conversational nature’, Jesus Christ! Are you listening to what you’re saying? If I wanted expensive words I would’ve humped a fucking dictionary, okay? Now please, for the sake of sanity, shut up already and let me have my wicked way with you.”
Johnny grinned, strands of his hair falling over his eyes. “The best plan I’ve heard in months. What do I say? Years!”
“I said shut up.”
“Sorry.”
“And for the record, I was the one who asked you to come over, so don’t give yourself too much credit.”
As to make his point, and of course to prevent the American from speaking again, Orlando crashed his lips upon Johnny’s without even the slightest sense of caution, determined to put all the talking behind them and to move on to the more interesting stuff. He felt Johnny’s hand come up to the back of his head to pull him closer into the kiss, and the heath with which the other man kissed him made him forgive him instantly for his insufferable behaviour mere seconds ago. Jesus Christ, this man was pure sex.
Before long, Orlando was kissing his way down south, hardly getting enough of the godawfully gorgeous muscles and the sensationally soft skin he came across. Impatiently he shoved Johnny’s trousers and boxers all the way down, and let him step out of his clothes. He allowed himself a quick, admiring look upwards, and decided that every apartment should come with a naked Johnny Depp. God, that man… He couldn’t believe his luck. Thank God he hadn’t unplugged the phone tonight.
For the second time that night – not to mention the second time in his entire life – he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the head of that truly beautiful cock, lapping the sensitive skin with careful movements until a quivering sigh escaped Johnny’s lips. Maintaining the contact, his eyes darted upwards, meeting the incredibly arousing sight of a flushed and obviously highly aroused Johnny. Cautiously he took the tip of the shaft into his mouth, slowly easing in as much as he could have. Johnny moaned above him, his fingers finding their way into his hair again, pulling softly on the curls. Grabbing the base of his cock, Orlando bobbed his head, finding a satisfactory rhythm that seemed to please Johnny equally, according to the stream of whimpers he was unable or unwilling to hold back. When Orlando felt the hot flesh twitch multiple times between his lips, he knew the other man was close, but before he had the chance to finish what he had started, the other man released his hair.
“Stop,” he breathed, panting, and Orlando obliged somewhat reluctantly. He stood up, facing the other man, who was leaning his head against the wall with eyes still closed. A beautiful, enticing vision. He leaned in and nuzzled his neck, sniffing the skin. An arm went up around him and when Orlando turned his head, two pink lips were awaiting him. They kissed, passion barely restrained, and when mouths parted, Johnny leaned his forehead against his.
“I know you don’t want me to talk, but… can we continue this in a more comfortable place?”
Orlando grinned soundlessly, and with both hands he tucked Johnny’s hair behind his ears. “I was just going to ask the same.”
Anyway, here's a short update. Sorry for the wait & the length.
And Laila, welcome! :D
“It’s remarkable how such a delightful mouth can be so utterly useless when it’s not engaged in the act of sucking,” Johnny remarked almost pensively, then added as an afterthought, “or a similar activity.”
“What do you mean?” Orlando asked, swirling his tongue across an already moist earlobe. “Am I talking too much?”
“Considering the fact that my cock is the size of a rocket ready to be launched, yes.”
“That was by far the lamest comparison I’ve ever heard,” Orlando commented, his eyebrow cocked.
“I know. It sounded better in my head.”
“Yeah. Whatever. As for the talking: have you already noticed that you started all this chitchat, and not me?” Orlando replied, his index finger thoughtlessly drawing circles on Johnny’s chest.
“It’s because of my ‘chitchat’ that we’re here in the first place, so I’d appreciate if you didn’t hold my conversational nature against me,” Johnny replied almost dignified.
Orlando sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “‘Conversational nature’, Jesus Christ! Are you listening to what you’re saying? If I wanted expensive words I would’ve humped a fucking dictionary, okay? Now please, for the sake of sanity, shut up already and let me have my wicked way with you.”
Johnny grinned, strands of his hair falling over his eyes. “The best plan I’ve heard in months. What do I say? Years!”
“I said shut up.”
“Sorry.”
“And for the record, I was the one who asked you to come over, so don’t give yourself too much credit.”
As to make his point, and of course to prevent the American from speaking again, Orlando crashed his lips upon Johnny’s without even the slightest sense of caution, determined to put all the talking behind them and to move on to the more interesting stuff. He felt Johnny’s hand come up to the back of his head to pull him closer into the kiss, and the heath with which the other man kissed him made him forgive him instantly for his insufferable behaviour mere seconds ago. Jesus Christ, this man was pure sex.
Before long, Orlando was kissing his way down south, hardly getting enough of the godawfully gorgeous muscles and the sensationally soft skin he came across. Impatiently he shoved Johnny’s trousers and boxers all the way down, and let him step out of his clothes. He allowed himself a quick, admiring look upwards, and decided that every apartment should come with a naked Johnny Depp. God, that man… He couldn’t believe his luck. Thank God he hadn’t unplugged the phone tonight.
For the second time that night – not to mention the second time in his entire life – he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the head of that truly beautiful cock, lapping the sensitive skin with careful movements until a quivering sigh escaped Johnny’s lips. Maintaining the contact, his eyes darted upwards, meeting the incredibly arousing sight of a flushed and obviously highly aroused Johnny. Cautiously he took the tip of the shaft into his mouth, slowly easing in as much as he could have. Johnny moaned above him, his fingers finding their way into his hair again, pulling softly on the curls. Grabbing the base of his cock, Orlando bobbed his head, finding a satisfactory rhythm that seemed to please Johnny equally, according to the stream of whimpers he was unable or unwilling to hold back. When Orlando felt the hot flesh twitch multiple times between his lips, he knew the other man was close, but before he had the chance to finish what he had started, the other man released his hair.
“Stop,” he breathed, panting, and Orlando obliged somewhat reluctantly. He stood up, facing the other man, who was leaning his head against the wall with eyes still closed. A beautiful, enticing vision. He leaned in and nuzzled his neck, sniffing the skin. An arm went up around him and when Orlando turned his head, two pink lips were awaiting him. They kissed, passion barely restrained, and when mouths parted, Johnny leaned his forehead against his.
“I know you don’t want me to talk, but… can we continue this in a more comfortable place?”
Orlando grinned soundlessly, and with both hands he tucked Johnny’s hair behind his ears. “I was just going to ask the same.”
Laila - April 29, 2005 10:41 PM (GMT)
*grins*
Just came back from a let's call it all finals behind me celebration, and well they kinda seem drunk to me - but then everything appears drunk to me right now...
Very very sexy chapter - and god I miss my better half...
*grins* I feel so dirty reading this :-P
*hugs*
Laila
Just came back from a let's call it all finals behind me celebration, and well they kinda seem drunk to me - but then everything appears drunk to me right now...
Very very sexy chapter - and god I miss my better half...
*grins* I feel so dirty reading this :-P
*hugs*
Laila
j-e-s-s-i-c-a - April 29, 2005 11:34 PM (GMT)
Very, VERY sexy chapter! Very yummy! lol
Mena - April 30, 2005 09:18 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (Laila @ Apr 30 2005, 12:41 AM) |
| *grins* I feel so dirty reading this :-P |
Ditto, hon.
But it's worth it, definitely.
(Sorry for this short reply, but i realized I always end up posting hella long rants, so let me spare you all this time, savvy?)
ninque elen - May 1, 2005 10:19 AM (GMT)
Verrrry yummie and verrry sexy chappie indeed.
btw congrats on winning an award with it. Very much deserved I think!
btw congrats on winning an award with it. Very much deserved I think!