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Jonny/Orli, part 1: “I don’t know about this,” Jonny said, not for the first time that evening, as he frowned up at the imposing 3-story brick mansion that he and Thom were currently standing in front of. Thom sighed deeply, counted to 10, then said as calmly as he could, “Mate, it’s just a fucking party, right? Relax, OK?” Jonny glared at him. “You know I don’t like going to these fucking things!” he grumbled. “I mean look at this place, it’s a fucking castle! It’ll be full of snotty rich fucks, and there won’t be anyone I know.” He crossed his arms and stuck his lip out, pouting. Thom gritted his teeth. He knew Jonny was shy around strangers, he was himself most times, but this was a bit much he thought. “Jonny,” he said, very quietly so he wouldn’t shout, “it’s Colin’s friend Andre putting on this shindig. You know him. And Colin will be there, and me, and Ed if he remembers. And you know Andre, he IS rich, but he’s never been snotty, do you really think he’d invite a bunch of stuck-up wanks to his party? Come on, Jon, pull the stick out of your arse and let’s just fucking go in!” Jonny smiled a bit in spite of his determination to be angry and childish. “You do have a way with words, Thom,” he said. Thom raised his eyebrows at him. Jonny shook his head and sighed. “OK, OK, I’m coming,” he said. “Lead on.” Thom smiled. “Much better. You know Colin would never leave you alone if you didn’t show.” He turned and started up the short flight of wide stone steps to the front door. “Yeah, I know,” Jonny agreed glumly as Thom rang the doorbell. They heard footsteps on the other side of the door, then it was flung open and they were greeted with a shriek of delight by the host of the event himself. He threw himself at each of them in turn, hugging them and giving each a kiss on the cheek. “Darlings!” Andre cooed, flashing them a toothy, lipsticked smile. “I’m just so thrilled you could both come!! Do come in, dears, we’ll get you both a lovely drink!” He put a perfectly manicured hand through each of their elbows and led them into a large, noisy, very crowded room, chattering the whole way. Jonny caught Thom’s eye over Andre’s tousled head and gave him a look that promised payback later. Thom smiled innocently at him. Eventually Andre moved back off through the crowd, leaving them both with drinks in hand, parked on something low to the ground that seemed to be made entirely of extremely fluffy cushions. Jonny breathed a sigh of relief and sank into the furniture. “Fucking christ, doesn’t he ever shut up?” he muttered. Thom laughed. “Not that I’ve noticed,” he said. “Ah, there’s Colin over there!” He stuck his hand in the air and waved across the room. Colin was standing on a chair, looking around. He saw Thom and Jonny and waved back, grinning ear to ear. “Hi!” he shouted at the top of his voice. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come!” “Wouldn’t miss it, Coz!” Thom shouted back. Colin smiled even wider, waved again, jumped down off the chair and disappeared in the colorful sea of humanity. After another couple of drinks, Thom managed to coax Jonny up off the fluffy bit of furniture to go talk to people. For the next three hours or so, Jonny wandered around in a mellow haze, downing one drink after another, smiling at everyone, speaking to some, never really sure who he was talking to and not sure he cared. Eventually he started feeling the need to relieve himself and set off in search of a bathroom. “Bloody giant mansion,” he mumbled to himself after several minutes of fruitless searching. Fed up, he grabbed the next person he saw by the shoulder. “’Scuse me, mate,” he slurred, “but d’you know where the loo is in this fucking place?” The man turned to face him and Jonny found himself staring into a pair of of large, soft eyes the color of Tootsie Rolls, set in a handsome, high-cheekboned face and framed by a mass of loose dark-brown curls. “Fucking hell,” he breathed. The man was so beautiful that Jonny felt powerless to do anything but stare. After a second or two he realized that the man was speaking to him. Jonny shook himself, closed his mouth and said, “What’s that? Sorry, the noise you know.” The man’s lips curved into an amused smile and Jonny blushed and hung his head forward so that his hair swung in front of his face. He peered through the dark curtain at the stranger. “I said,” the man repeated, “it’s on down that hall over behind where the bar is. Over there.” He pointed. Jonny gulped. “Thanks mate,” he said, turned and stumbled away in the indicated direction. “Christ,” he muttered under his breath. He shook his head, angry at himself for acting like a love-struck schoolgirl. He found the bathroom, went inside and leaned up against the closed door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his jangling nerves. Why had a total stranger – and another man at that – affected him so much anyway? With nothing but a smile, nothing but a look from those lovely eyes… “Fuck!” Jonny hissed. He walked over to the toilet, lifted the seat and undid his zipper. He let out a sigh of relief as his bladder emptied. He shook himself off, started to zip back up, and paused suddenly, his hand still holding his penis. He thought of the stranger’s warm, chocolate-colored eyes and plush mouth, and before he could think of what he was doing he began stroking himself, quickly growing harder as he did so. He bit his lip and moaned softly as he pumped his fist harder, faster, thinking all the while of having the strange man’s luscious lips wrapped around his cock, tongue stroking, hands exploring… A loud knock sounded at the door and Jonny jumped, heart in his throat. “Almost done!” he called, trying to sound normal as possible while frantically stuffing his still half-erect penis back into his pants. “’Zat you, Jon?” Thom’s voice floated from the other side of the door. He sounded very drunk and very happy. “Hurry up, ya wanker, let someone else have a go!” This was followed by a burbly, feminine giggle in addition to Thom’s throaty chuckle, and Jonny shook his head with a small smile. At least Thom was too drunk – and evidently too preoccupied with other things – to figure out that Jonny had been fantasizing about oral sex with a strange man while in the loo playing with himself. God that sounded bad. He grimaced as he zipped up. He threw the door open and looked down into Thom’s happily plastered face. His left hand clasped a half-empty glass of whiskey. His right arm was slung around the slender shoulders of a small, wispy girl with short, bright pink hair, big gray eyes, and a 1000-watt smile. She also appeared to be quite drunk, swaying on her bare feet, both arms wound around Thom’s waist. She nuzzled his neck, giggling. He turned toward her, pulling her against him, sloshing whiskey on the floor, and started kissing her slowly and thoroughly. She let out a breathy sigh and melted into his arms, kissing him back. Jonny rolled his eyes. He was angry suddenly, but he wasn’t sure why. It couldn’t be the public display, that was perfectly normal for Thom when he’d been drinking. He’d make out with anyone who’d hold still long enough, and this girl was obviously into it. Maybe it was because he himself wasn’t getting any action? Maybe… And maybe also because he knew who he wanted, and it confused the hell out of him. Strangers and other men were two sorts Jonny never thought he’d be attracted to. Yet here he was, lusting after someone who was both. “Fuck’s sake, Thom, get a fucking room,” he grumbled. Thom came up for air long enough to say, “Well what the fuck d’you think we wanted the loo for, eh?” He grinned wickedly at Jonny, pulled the pink-haired girl into the bathroom with him and shut the door. Jonny heard the snick of the bolt sliding into place, followed by two sets of drunken giggles. He sighed and turned away. He no longer felt like going back into the crowd. He looked around and spotted a set of French doors further down the hall. The doors were wide open, and Jonny could hear the sounds of crickets and the light summer wind sighing through the trees. He strode quickly down the hall and out into the cool, peaceful night. He wandered leisurely through the trees and shrubs, inhaling the sweet scents of the night-blooming flowers, enjoying the cool breeze on his face, and above all enjoying the quiet. Loud, raucous parties were just not his thing, and he was glad to be out of it for a while. He closed his eyes, spread his arms wide and breathed deeply, feeling calm and centered for the first time since he’d arrived. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” A low, musical voice floated through the night air, and Jonny’s eyes flew open. He turned around and found himself face to face with the stranger from inside. And once again, he was struck dumb with the power of the strange man’s beauty. “The night, I mean,” the man continued, walking slowly toward Jonny. “The quiet. Andre’s a great friend and all, but it IS nice to get away from it all for a bit, eh?” He kept walking toward Jonny, his gait gliding and graceful as a cat’s. Jonny swallowed and willed himself to stand still. The stranger smiled, looking amused, and Jonny mentally kicked himself for being such a child. He gathered himself and smiled back at the man. “I’m Jonny Greenwood,” he said, extending his hand. “Sorry, I’m not too good with crowds.” The man took his hand and they shook. “Nice to meet you, Jonny, I’m Orlando Bloom.” He flashed a dazzling smile. “You’re in Radiohead, aren’t you? Colin’s little brother?” Jonny nodded, surprised as he always was when he was recognized, and Orlando laughed with delight. “God, this is great! You guys are the best! You’re so talented, man.” “Thanks,” Jonny said, blushing again, letting his hair cover his face again. Why did he always react this way? What was wrong with people recognizing him, telling him he was talented? He closed his eyes. “Jonny,” Orlando’s soft voice was very close. Jonny opened his eyes and looked into Orlando’s. The lovely face was only inches away, the lithe, muscular body so close that Jonny could feel the heat radiating from him. Orlando’s long, slender fingers reached up to brush Jonny’s hair away from his face. “You should never cover this face, you know,” he murmured, stepping even closer, pushing his hands through Jonny’s thick tresses, making Jonny’s skin tingle. “Everyone should be able to see how gorgeous you are.” Orlando’s voice had dropped to a husky whisper. “What are you doing?” Jonny breathed. His heart was racing, wondering if what he thought was about to happen was really going to happen. “You’ll see,” Orlando whispered. He pulled Jonny’s face toward his and kissed him, hands still playing in his hair, and Jonny was lost. ------------------------------------ Jonny tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and buried his hands in Orlando’s silky curls. Orlando’s hands were roaming over Jonny’s back and chest, leaving his skin aching all over. He moaned into Orlando’s mouth, sucking on his tongue, pressing his body against the other man’s in a long line. A small part of him was shocked at what he was doing, but the rest of him was too overwhelmed with lust to care. Orlando reached between their bodies to unbutton Jonny’s shirt and slide it off of his shoulders. “God, you’re fucking sexy, Jonny,” he growled, running his long fingers over Jonny’s bare skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Jonny shuddered. “You know,” Jonny murmured, nibbling Orlando’s neck, “when I was in the loo… I was…you know… touching myself… and thinking of you…” He was quite surprised to hear himself say such a thing, but it also aroused him to behave so boldly. He smiled against Orlando’s soft throat. “Oh really?” Orlando purred. He quickly unzipped Jonny’s trousers and snaked his hand inside to grasp Jonny’s aching erection. Jonny groaned and thrust into the warm hand stroking him. “Like this, you mean?” Orlando asked teasingly, stroking now faster, now slower, driving Jonny wild with desire. “Yes,” Jonny sighed, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that…” “And what,” Orlando said between kisses, “were you thinking of? While you had this cock in your hand? What did you imagine me doing?” He flicked his tongue into Jonny’s ear, making him squirm. “Uh….” Jonny moaned. “I was… thinking… fuck, yeah, do that again… I was thinking… about… about… shit…” “About what, Jonny?” Orlando murmured. He circled his thumb over the head of Jonny’s rock-hard cock, and Jonny groaned loudly. “I wanted… you… I wanted you to… to put it… in… in your… your mouth… jesus…” Jonny’s head fell back; his knees felt like water. “Mmmmm…” Orlando started moving, pushing Jonny backwards, holding him so that he wouldn’t fall. “I think you need to sit down, Jonny,” he said, and lowered Jonny’s trembling body gently onto a wooden bench. “And,” he added, “I think you need to take those trousers off.” Jonny looked up at him and nodded mutely. He raised his hips and slid the jeans off. Orlando sank gracefully to his knees. He placed his hands on Jonny’s knees and pushed until his legs were spread far apart, then moved between Jonny’s open thighs. He ran his hands up and down Jonny’s chest and stomach, down the insides of his thighs. He lowered his face to Jonny’s belly, running his tongue up the soft skin, feeling him quiver beneath his touch, savoring the heat of Jonny’s skin, the scent of his arousal. “Oh god… suck my cock, please!” Jonny gasped. Orlando smiled slowly and bent his head. He lightly licked the sensitive tip, circling it slowly with his hot tongue. Jonny moaned and buried his supple fingers in Orlando’s hair, then cried out as Orlando took him in his mouth, sliding the entire length down his throat, running his fingernails teasingly over Jonny's balls. Jonny started thrustly slowly into Orlando’s talented mouth, and Orlando moved with him, licking and sucking the head each time Jonny pulled partway out, swallowing the swollen length with each thrust. “Oh… oh fuck… I’m gonna cum…” Jonny groaned. Orlando pulled suddenly away. “Oh no, not yet you’re not!” he said, grinning evilly. “Not til I say,” With that, he stood, and slowly started removing his clothes. Jonny watched, wide-eyed and helpless, unable to speak, his cock aching for release. Orlando kicked his trousers into the bushes, then sat down on the bench beside Jonny. He brushed Jonny’s thick hair off of his neck, leaned in and kissed the warm, fragrant skin softly. “Lie down,” he whispered in Jonny’s ear. “On your back. I want to fuck you, I think.” He pushed gently on Jonny’s shoulders, and Jonny did as he said, lying down on the bench, his right foot still resting on the ground, left leg slung over the back of the bench. Orlando sat up on his knees between Jonny’s open legs, gazing down at the beautiful naked man spread out like a banquet before him. He thought he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life. He spit into his hand, reached down and rubbed the slippery saliva over Jonny’s opening, then slid a finger inside him. Jonny moaned softly. “Yes…” he said, lifting his hips, “fuck yes… god that feels amazing…” Orlando bit his lip and groaned. “Fuck… I can’t wait any longer… I’m gonna shove my cock inside you now, Jonny, are you ready?” “Fucking do it!” Jonny gasped. Orlando spread Jonny’s buttocks with one hand and, taking his erection in the other hand, guided it to Jonny’s opening and pushed inside. Jonny cried out, gripping the bench with his hands until his knuckles were white. “Fuck!” he cried. “Is this your first time, Jonny?” Orlando asked gently. Jonny nodded, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. “It’ll only hurt for a minute. I’ll go slowly.” He held still, not thrusting but not withdrawing either, softly massaging Jonny’s hips and thighs, then reaching up to stroke his still-hard cock. After a few moments he felt Jonny’s body begin to relax, and he started to slide slowly out until just the head of his penis was inside, then thrust back in just as slowly. He kept up a gentle rhythm, until Jonny began to moan with pleasure, bucking his hips up to meet Orlando’s thrusts. “God, that feels so good,” Jonny cried. The pain was gone, nothing but pure liquid pleasure remained. “Touch yourself, Jonny,” Orlando said breathlessly, thrusting harder and harder, cupping Jonny’s butt in both hands. “I want to watch you cum.” Jonny needed no further urging; his cock was throbbing, almost painfully hard. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself hard and fast. The feeling of his own hand on his member, together with the amazing feel of Orlando’s large cock sliding in and out of his ass, was overwhelming, and it wasn’t long at all before the orgasm washed over him. He cried out, practically screaming, as the thick semen ran in a hot, sticky stream over his hand. The sight of Jonny getting himself off and the tight pulsing of his body brought Orlando to the edge, and he pulled out and started stroking himself as well, quickly reaching orgasm. He came with a soft cry, letting his semen spill onto Jonny’s penis and run down his buttocks. He collapsed on top of Jonny, spent. They lay like that for a while, holding each other, kissing softly, feeling their heartbeats slow together as their cum cooled between them. Finally, though, they both knew they had to get up, get dressed again, leave this magical spot. Orlando sighed and sat up. “Well, Jonny,” he said, “guess we’d better get inside. Andre will be wondering where the hell I’ve got to.” “Yeah,” Jonny agreed ruefully. “Colin’ll probably be wondering the same thing about me. And bloody hell, I’d better check on Thom too! Last I saw he was with some bird in the loo, hope he didn’t pass out or leave without his trousers or anything like that. Bloody drunken manwhore.” Orlando laughed. “Let’s get going then, mate.” He stood, took Jonny’s hand and pulled him to his feet. They got dressed quickly and started for the door. Suddenly Orlando turned, caught Jonny in his arms, kissed him softly. “Could I maybe call you sometime?” he asked, brown eyes hopeful. Jonny grinned happily. “You better, mate,” he said. They shared another sweet kiss, then turned and went inside, holding hands. THE END |