Love in the Air 3/6 - Jorli
Title: Love in the Air
Characters: Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp
Master list: Found here where you see more info about the story
Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
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.
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