Love in the Air #54 (20/100)
Title: Love in the Air
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Characters: Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp
Prompt: #2 Heart
Written for: Heart & Flowers challenge at adult_orlando
Timeline: 14 February 2006, around the same time as Sticky Fingers and Substitute
Rating: NC-17
World count: 3842
Warning: Slash, I know not everyone will like all of the story’s content. This should be classified as AU with a bit of the unexpected, so stop reading if it isn’t your thing! I don’t want to put an exact label on this as it will reveal the story.
Beta: Annie
Author’s note: There exist a brother story to this called Love in the Heart which will be from Johnny’s POV and will firstly be posted in the brother community adult_johnny.
Author’s note for chapter 6: I use cherries instead of raspberries in this part and I do it to fit for another challenge and have it consent with the brother story.
Disclaimer and Other Information: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/25492.html
Smut 69: #49 heart
Slash me twice: #74 flower
One word prompts: #98 letter
Fanfic 100: #54 Air (20/100)
1/6
Orlando entered the trailer, exhausted. It had been a hectic day. All he felt was that he had run here and there and there and here. It was a shoot in one place, a moment later trying to disappear to get rid of something he ate, fixing his costume, new shoot, lunch, some more shooting, snatched away to another location to retake, new vomiting and God knew what else. He sank down in his chair, having needed to rest his back for some time. Starting to stretch his body, he slowly relaxed.
A short time later, he roused, aware of his surroundings. He was happy it was silent in the trailer, not much noise came from outside. There was no sign of Johnny, so he must have left earlier. Take another look, he thought it was kind of weird. There used to always be noise of some sort. He stretched his arms again over his head, slowly started to loosen up his clothes. For his part, he thought it was easier to breathe, knowing it wasn’t an imaginary thing since they were tight. They had been tight for some time now.
He gave a pause, allowing them to glide from to expose the skin of his abdomen. Looking at himself, he thought it was a wonder that no one had started to ask questions. Exhaling a deep breath, he was glad for it. If they did, he wouldn’t lie. This time, it was so long from last time and he was certainly more at ease. Lifting his eyes over to the table in front of the mirror, Orlando now noticed there was an envelope leaning against the mirror.
Stretching his arm out, he took hold of it. Inspecting the outside didn’t give him a clue as to what it was. There wasn’t anything written on the outside, either. When he found it not to be sealed, he opened it up, finding inside a folded red paper. His curiosity awoken, he continued. It revealed itself to be a letter to him from… Johnny. A smile broke over his face as he lent back in the chair, starting to read.
I was bad earlier when I did not show my feelings, and that I do regret. Certainly, now I hope that I’ve learnt from my earlier mistakes and moments that past. I will take this chance and many more to say these words to you - I love you.
You know what day it is… and I don’t want this day to be like anyone else’s. Since it’s the first day that we will spend as a couple, at least in view of ourselves and our closest friends, I’ve planned something special.
When you read this, I will have left to make preparations to show you where my heart lies. If I’m not wrong… you feel the weight and wish for a peaceful evening… and that is what I intend to give you.
So, my love… I’m ready for you to come home.
J
Johnny had signed it with a J and a few hearts. Orlando had to dry his cheeks as a few tears had slipped down his cheeks. He put the letter back in its envelope and rose to hurry and change clothes, anxious to do what Johnny wished.
2/6
The letter had helped Orlando feel much better, rejuvenating him and ridding his body of the exhausted feel from earlier, otherwise he would’ve needed a much longer nap before he could go home. He put the letter in his jacket pocket before exiting the trailer.
There were not many people left at the set; either they had left already or were still working. The few he did meet he nodded to in greeting. All he had in his head getting home and learning what Johnny had fixed for them. Reaching his car, he unlocked it, got in, started the engine and drove away.
Orlando hadn’t driven more than ten minutes before he slowed down, remembering that there was something he needed to do. He wanted to show his lover his feelings as well! He had forgotten what day it was until just that moment. First, the letter Johnny left him reminded what day it was - it was Valentine’s Day. Orlando knew he often didn’t care for the day, much because every other day of the year was worth showing the love he felt for Johnny as well. Now when he knew Johnny had made the extra effort, he felt he could not go home empty handed.
It wasn’t terribly late in the day and he knew that there would still be stores open so he relaxed in the knowledge that he would indeed be able to find something for Johnny. Orlando drove a few streets, passing several shops before he found the one for which he looked. After parking, he got out of the car, drawing his peacoat closer around him as jogged the few steps to enter the flower shop.
There were a few customers that seemed to have his same errand. While Orlando waited his turn, he watched the selection to decide what sort of blooms he wanted. He had time to observe the other customers, finding it mostly to be guys there. Listening to them when they ordered, it mostly sounded like it was one of those rare times they set foot in a shop. ‘Don’t we too rarely show our appreciation for our lovers?’
When it was Orlando’s turn, he had no problem telling the girl what he wanted. He had seen a red glass vase on his way in and at the last minute, decided he wanted twenty roses in different colours. It was when he had seen the yellow roses that he’d decided to make it a multiple-coloured bouquet.
The assistant had smiled at him. No matter how she tried not to treat him any different than the other costumers, her shaking hands revealed her nervousness and if he wasn’t mistaken her cheeks gained more colour. When he paid and received his purchase, she wished him ‘a happy Valentine’s Day’.
“The woman that gets these will be a happy one,” she added.
Orlando didn’t reply, but instead nodded for her to think whatever she thought. He didn’t want to give away it wasn’t a woman for which he bought them. Back in the car, he carefully placed the bouquet in the passenger seat before continuing home to Johnny.
3/6
Orlando drove little faster, since he really didn’t want to dawdle more. He missed Johnny. When they weren’t able to see much of each other during the day, Orlando felt empty in some way. If he could, he would have want to be in sight of the other one all the time.
Suddenly he felt he couldn’t get home fast enough. So when he finally drove up the drive to the house it was a relief. He hurried out with his gift, locking the car and then taking the walk to the door in as big of steps as he could.
He was about to open the door when he came to another thought. He quickly removed the paper from the bouquet, threw it to the side and rang the bell. Orlando took a step back, holding it up to cover his face for Johnny when he would open the door.
He heard Johnny shout that the door was open, but ignored it. It took a few more minutes until the man inside understood that the visitor wouldn’t come in and opened the door.
“I said the door was op… but Orlando…?” Johnny questioned, Orlando knowing he must have looked down at clothes to recognize him.
In the next second Orlando felt Johnny’s fingers on his that held the vase and together, they lowered the bouquet to see each other’s faces.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Orlando started, adding “I hope that I didn’t make you leave to ruin anything?”
“Love, you could never do that. What about comin’ in?” Slowly, Johnny drew the younger man inside. Turning around to find the closest place to sit down the vase, he put it on the entryhall table. In the next moment, he drew Orlando down in a very welcomed hug and kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Johnny whispered when he let go of the man.
“I’m very curious as to what you are making… it smells great and after the day I’ve had I’m famished.” Orlando said, his stomach apparently in agreement as it rumbled.
“It’s a little while before it’s finished, though it’s perfect in the schedule…” Johnny started to answer, but was interrupted by Orlando’s raised eyebrows and question, “Schedule?”
Johnny kissed him to get him to shut up so he could finish what he had been about to say. “What I was going to say if you hadn’t interrupted me is that you would have time to take a quick shower, since I don’t think you did before you drove home.”
“No, I didn’t.” Orlando looked at Johnny curiously. “How did you know?”
Johnny grinned and without replying, he turned, took the vase and walked out from the hall. Orlando stood, looking after him. When he realized he wasn’t going to get an answer, he walked to their bedroom to take that shower he hadn’t bothered to take before going home.
A glimpse of himself in the mirror answered his own question. He had some grime and makeup left that clearly wasn’t supposed to be there. He really had been exhausted and though Orlando still felt tired, there was nothing and no-one in his life that could make him miss that evening. The cold jets helped to get rid of some it, as the water washed the remaining makeup, dirt and sweat away.
Stepping out, he almost felt like a new man. ‘Or am I?’ Drying himself, he came to think that he must find another word for himself. One that fit, though the risk would be too much and he would be seen as a monster. All his life, he had problems seeing himself as 100% male. He hated that society divided everyone in one of two categories when it came down to gender.
Orlando threw the towel in the hamper, slightly irritated with himself at starting along that train of thought. ‘Will I ever fully accept what I am?’ On the way out of the bathroom, he picked up the lotion. That was another thing he was annoyed about: his skin was so dry. The doctors had explained its probable cause, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.
Finishing, he opened the door to find that the better part of the house smelled of whatever food Johnny was making. Stroking his belly, he promised it would be satisfied soon.
4/6
Orlando walked to the kitchen since it was there that the heavenly smell was strongest and he heard Johnny still was working with something. He felt the smile crossing his face from what his own heart told him and he was glad that Johnny couldn’t be silent to save his life. Since they had moved in together he had gotten used to the many times Johnny unconsciously hummed different songs. Thinking of it, he knew that it must be one of many reasons he wanted always to be near his lover. His humming had come to have such a calming effect on him.
Orlando walked over to the working man, wrapping his arms around his waist to hug him from behind. The humming stopped, Orlando feeling Johnny stiffen at first before leaning back into his arms, turning his face to kiss the line of Orlando’s jaw.
“I still haven’t gotten used to how silently you can move,” the surprised man whispered.
“And here I thought I was being loud.” Orlando leaned forward to kiss Johnny on the cheek. “Sorry if I startled you. Did I mess anything up?”
“No, nothing at all... you ready to eat, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, that you can bet on! Just the smell of it has teased me long enough.” Orlando laughed, hugging Johnny closer, giving him another kiss while at the same time trying to see what Johnny had been doing.
“Not that I want you to ever really do it, but if you let me go, I can take this deep dish to the table and we can start to recharge your batteries.” Johnny winked at him mischievously, waggling his eyebrows.
Orlando loosed his hold on the man, letting Johnny do as he suggested. Orlando followed him to the table, seeing that Johnny had set up a romantic, candlelit dinner. One hand going to his mouth, he took the chair that Johnny held out for him.
“Johnny, Johnny…” Orlando couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat and the tears that fell freely down his cheeks. After a moment, he was able to get a hold of his composure. “Have I told you yet that I love you with all of my heart?”
“Not in those exactly words, no, but love, you don’t need to say it. I know it.” Johnny took one of Orlando’s hands, squeezing it. “You show it to me. I, on the other hand, am bad about it… both in writing and saying how much I love you.”
Orlando drew his hand back to wipe his face as a second wave of tears fell. Johnny didn’t know what to do so he handed the moved man a napkin and poured some of the red wine into their glasses.
“I’m sorry. I’m such a crybaby.”
“You don’t need to excuse yourself. I would probably be in tears if I was in your position.” Johnny tried to keep his own voice steady. “You should’ve seen Vanessa…”
The tears were accompanied by a smile on Orlando’s face. He could only imagine after his own swift mood changes.
“Okay, I’ll try to remember that. I’ll not keep us from eating any longer, baby. It looks so delicious!” Orlando murmured, glad that his voice was almost back to normal.
They started on the meal. Orlando loved the cook even more, since Johnny really had put his heart into making Orlando’s favourite meal. He took his time, savouring the entrecôte, baked potatoes and vegetables.
“You’ll have to do this again sometime, Johnny,” Orlando told him after he’d emptied the plate.
“Any special reason?” But he was smiling.
“Hmm… well, you know how much I love baked potatoes and the entrecôte was… just perfect,” Orlando replied, sipping some of the wine. “Does there need to be any other reason?”
Johnny smiled merrily as he nodded. Orlando clearly saw that Johnny was satisfied with himself that his lover loved the meal.
“So what’s next on the agenda?” Orlando asked, anxious to know what else Johnny had up his sleeve.
Johnny stood up from his place across the table, reaching over to take the plates and empty the dishes into the basin. Orlando joined him in the kitchen, a bit restless due to his lover’s silence.
“I have more planned, my love… but that I planned to do in other places!” Johnny replied, a devious glint to his eyes and smile, before Orlando could repeat his question.
5/6
Even if Orlando had received a halfway teasing reply he had to try to get the older man to at least reveal some of what his secret plans were. “What exactly is it? The dinner was great and it’s enough by itself, Johnny.”
Johnny turned around as he had been standing with his back to the table. The smile that he’d been wearing since Orlando had first praised the food had grown and now came complete with a mysteriousness about his beautiful eyes. Orlando knew just by that by that gaze that it would be useless to ask any more. Johnny liked to tease and he was damn good at keeping things until he was ready to talk. Not that Orlando still wouldn’t try flirting a little with him.
“It’ll do you no good to flirt, baby. If you go into the living room, you could put the cd on that’s in the stereo, sit down and relax until I’ve cleaned up. Oh, and I’ll bring the dessert in there then.” said Johnny after giving Orlando a few moments to think.
As he knew now it was no use in continuing to concoct some sort of evil plan to get Johnny to tell him what he planned, Orlando did as Johnny suggested. Truth be told, he did prefer the cushiony sofa to the hard kitchen chairs. Turning the stereo on, the cd player soon sent soft tunes out the speakers. Johnny must have changed the cd; he thought that they’d left U2 in the player the last time they’d listened. Shrugging it off, Orlando plopped down on the sofa, moving around until he found the most comfortable position.
Leaning his head back against the armrest, he listened to the different songs that bled from the speakers. After a few, he guessed that Johnny must have put the cd together as it seemed to be of all kinds of love songs from different artists and bands they dug. Orlando didn’t think it sounded much like Johnny, but he couldn’t complain… well, not when he wished everything would start to head in a special direction. He would like to make love more than once and perhaps fall asleep in his lover’s arms, as it fit the day’s theme and he felt himself relax even more just thinking about it. He needed it so much.
Work drained him more than he thought it would have and he found himself more tired than usual. He told himself that it would only be for a few more weeks; that’s at least what Gore had promised. Having so much physical exertion all day, every day and having the problem of deciding what to eat during the day to give him the most energy created a definite strain on him. Now, apparently was not the time to think about all of that since he was starting to get a little drowsy from the heavy dinner.
The next thing Orlando became aware of was Johnny setting a tray down on the glass-topped table. Opening his eyes, he found them it loaded with coffee mugs, cakes and chocolate. It must have been the cups turning towards each other and the clink they made against the tray that woke him up. Johnny unloaded the tray before disappearing back into the kitchen.
The cd was still playing and Orlando recognized the new song that played as it came from a film. He thought the song was called ‘Listen to your heart’. Since the topic of most of the songs on the cd seemed to be to listen to your heart, he felt that surely he’d done that or he wouldn’t be where he was today. The songs reminded him something that Johnny wanted him to believe.
Johnny appeared once more, this time with a pot of coffee.
“I should help you.” Orlando whispered, pulling himself up into a sitting position.
Johnny placed one hand on his chest to push him back down. “Nah, it’s alright. I like to spoil my boyfriend and you look like you need the rest, darlin’.”
“But, but…” Orlando started.
“No buts here, man. Time for dessert!” Johnny interrupted, successfully halting his boyfriends protest.
Orlando quickly took a chocolate, popping it into his mouth before taking another one to do the same to Johnny. Johnny mirrored the action with a piece of cake. Orlando noticed a few crumbs caught in Johnny’s beard so he leaned, kissing them away. Orlando laughed as they started to snog each other, almost forgetting the coffee.
6/6
“Time for the big finish, don’t you think?” Johnny asked when they were seated on the coach after what was left of his Valentine’s dinner was put away and the table cleared.
“Are you saying there’s more to eat?” a contented Orlando asked.
“It’s up to you if you wanna to swallow what I have left to give you.” Johnny’s lips drew up in a mischievous smile as he waggled his eyebrows.
Orlando smacked his lover in the arm, clearly following the line of the other man’s thoughts. The “big finish,” as Johnny had put it, was what he was waiting and hoping for. They had started to get closer to take the evening slower. Johnny rose, drawing Orlando to his feet, pulling him to his chest in a tight embrace and kissing him thoroughly.
They moved from the living room to the bedroom, pieces of clothing dropping to the floor in a trail behind them. At the edge of the bed, only their socks remained. Johnny tumbled Orlando across the mattress as he got rid of the last items of clothing he had.
Orlando crept up in the bed to make space for Johnny, moaning lightly at the kisses and caresses dropped along his legs, torso and arms. His felt his desire building, manifesting. Johnny’s hardness came in contact with his own, edging him on more.
“I love you so much, Johnny...” Orlando panted between kisses.
“I love you, too,” he heard his boyfriend whisper in response.
Johnny stopped for a moment, the cold air from the vent above them sweeping over the flustered man beneath him. Orlando opened eyes he hadn’t been aware until just then that he’d closed. Meeting Johnny’s brown, seeing the mutual love glowing there, made the air feel much warmer. Stretching his hands out to stroke Johnny’s cheeks and tangle in his mussed hair, Orlando drew him down into another deep kiss.
Orlando let Johnny take the lead, satisfied to be the receiving partner. Falling into the sensations of Johnny’s touches and kisses, he almost giggled when he felt Johnny blowing cherries on his belly. He drew his legs up to give Johnny more room when he took him into his mouth, arousing him further.
When he felt he could not take much more of Johnny’s ministrations without exploding entirely, his hands, clenched in his lover’s hair, tugged on him as he growled, “No… no, when I come I want you inside me, Johnny… please.”
Johnny loosed him, crawling up to lay beside Orlando. Orlando turned onto his side, opening the drawer in the bedside table to take out a tube of lubricant. Johnny followed in his movement, smothering Orlando’s back in kisses.
Feeling Johnny’s hand following his arm to take the tube from him, he switched hands, taking hold of Johnny’s own, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each finger before allowing Johnny the sought after item. Moments later, he felt a coated finger trace around his opening several times before pushing inside.
Johnny prepared him well, meeting little resistance when he joined their bodies. His thrusts were not hard and fast this time, but languid; Johnny made love to him. Both their bodies were slick with sweat as their cries and moans increased in volume the closer they got to their release.
Spent, they stayed tangled in each other’s embrace, Johnny only moving to close his arms around Orlando and sprinkle kisses across his neck.
Almost asleep Orlando heard Johnny whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
~*~*~ THE END ~*~*~
If you want you can read the companion story Love in the Heart, that I wrote for adult_johnny, which will be posted soon.