Wilde About Orlando

Wilde About Orlando

By: Bonnie a.k.a. Artemis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Jude Law
Summary: Jude wants to prove to Orlando that he is beautiful.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never happened, don't sue.
Warnings: None, just PWP.
Thank You's: Thanks to Miri for the wonderful beta-ing, Araliesse for testing, feedback, and her Jude icon, and Jo for keeping her fingers crossed for me. And all those other wonderful people who have been bombarded by Jude bunnies.


London 1998

Orlando Bloom waited off camera as the crew and director set up for the next shot. This was his first film he had ever been in, and even though he only had one line, the experience was intoxicating. The other extra's in the scene were talking about football, about a foot away from him. Stephen Fry had just came back from make-up, and made his way over to the director to compare notes.

Orlando watched the business conspire around him, and he adjusted the grey bowler, part of the grey suite of his costume. He wasn't used to looking so proper and suave.

'Looking for someone? It's so simple' he thought. He knew he would fuck it up somehow. Fingering fag fag in one hand, he shifted nervously, repeating the line in his head over and over again.

One of the assistant directors walked over to him. "Mr..." He looked down at his sheet, "Mr. Bloom we're ready to begin."

"Right." He took one last puff off his fag and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his left foot. The prop's master would be giving him a fake one so that the smoke would show up better on screen.

The extras were getting in place. Orlando was taken to his mark, and the director came over and briefly explained what was happening and how to move.

Orlando's adrenaline was moving throughout his being. This was it! His first part in a movie. Not big, but still enough to help him get into the business. Hopefully...

"Action!" The director yelled.

Orlando turned, grinned, and looked at Stephen. Blowing a puff of white smoke from the fake fag, he said, "Looking for something?"

Fuck! "Fuck!" Orlando swore.

"Cut." The director didn't look too pleased, but then called out again. "Action."

Same movements. Same gestures. Blow the smoke. Done. Say it. "Looking for someone?"

Yes. He got it right. He thought he could hear someone say 'thank god'. He didn't care. *** ***

Orlando started back to wardrobe where he would get out of character. He did the take a few times, letting the director get all the right angles, lighting, and look. Now he was done. Back to acting school, back to finding new parts.

He felt around the grey suite for another fag, but didn't find one. Right, not his clothes, so why would he have one? He saw one of the crew smoking one. He walked over.

"Mind if I bum one off ya, mate?" He asked

"Nope. Here." The man handed Orlando the pack. He also handed him the lighter.

Orlando lit up, "Thanks, mate."

He walked down the rows of boxes, and trailers. That thought of him fucking up that simple line bugged him. "So fucking stupid." He muttered to himself. How embarrassing. He could memorize plays and workshops for acting class, but he couldn't even spit out one stupid line. Taking another puff he moved behind a trailer. He checked if he was alone. No one seemed to be around. LeanLeaning back on the trailer he took off his bowler. Some of the dark curls were breaking away from the gel that had kept them at bay for the scene. He sighed, and cursed himself again under his breath.

"Hello." A voice off to his side startled him.

"'ello." Orlando said looking at the man. "Sorry, if I were disturbing..."

"Oh, no. Just comin' back to my trailer for a break." The man walked over. His honey golden hair and green eyes sparkled. He was wearing a black suite, like Orlando's grey one.

"Sorry I don't recognize you. Are you an extra?"

"Kinda. I just had one line, with Stephen. I'm Orlando Bloom." He extended his hand for hand shake.

"Jude Law. Let me guess, you were Rentboy?" He smiled and shoke Orlando's hand.

"Yeah, how'd-"

"I was watchin' some of the shots. I must say thought, you did catch my eye."

"Oh?" Orlando was a little taken aback.

"Talent. I saw talent." Jude replied. "And you're not a bad lookin' chap either." His eyes glanced up and down Orlando's body.

Orlando shifted slightly uncomfortable then said, "Well it's nice to see someone thinks I got something." He took another puff and then looked back at Jude.

"Like to come in for a drink?" Jude asked gesturing at his trailer. "No worries."

"Well in that case, thanks, mate." Orlando smiled, he could use a drink after that stupid mistake. He followed Jude into his trailer. He came into the doorway and saw the cramped space. A few papers were scattered, and some rumpled clothes were thrown on a day bed. Jude walked over to the little fridge that was under one of the shelves.

"What's your pleasure?" He asked.

"Beer, if you got one." Orlando said, stepping in. Jude grabbed a Henikien and handed it to him. Orlando nodded as thanks. Jude took out some ice from the freezer and then put it into a glass, he reached into a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of scotch. Pouring it in he said, "sit" and smiled to Orlando, gesturing to the day bed.

Orlando went and sat and Jude sat on the end of it. Taking a sip, he let the scotch move into his body. Feeling awkward, Orlando broke the silence.

"Thought we weren't allowed booze on set?"

"Ah, but everyone has to have their dirty secrets, eh?" Jude smiled and then took another sip. "So, Orlando, first part on film?"

"Ah well," he felt the green eyes look on him, and his heart beat rose. "First film, anyway. Did a bit on a telly show called Midsomer Murders."

"Oh. Never saw that one. I'm sure I would remember you." Jude said smiling. Orlando blushed, and gave a small insecure laugh. Jude was undoing the tie that was part of his costume.

"Bloody pain these costumes. Lucky you only got it for a day."

Orlando took a sip of his beer, and looked straight forward. His stomach seemed to shrink and his heart raced. He knew Jude was looking at him, and it made him strangely excited, yet uncomfortable.

"You're beautiful. You know that don't you?" Jude whispered to Orlando.

"What?" He said startled and he choked on the sip of beer he had just taken.

"I said you are beautiful." Jude shifted forward nearer to Orlando. The blood boiled throughout Orlando's body. His olive cheeks blushed. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

"I was watchin' you." Jude continued in a low voice. "I saw your fire and passion immediately, and that caught me." He came face to faith ith Orlando. Jude ran a hand down his silken cheek. The chocolate eyes transfixed on the emerald ones.

"Beautiful. If I could I would have ravished you right there, on the spot. How lucky am I that you came and hid in front of my trailer."

"You- you followed me?" Orlando choked out. He could feel the excitement build in him. He could feel Jude's soft caress on his face. His being was lost in the moment.

"Of course. I wanted to find out more about this bloke who caught my eye. But I must confess." Orlando could feel his hot breath against his lips. "You are even more gorgeous in person."

Lightning fast, before Orlando could blink, soft pink lips touched his own. He sank into the kiss, deeper, suddenly the craving came over him; he wanted more.

Tongues touched and searched. Jude's hand was holding Orlando's face close. They broke apart. "Beautiful." Jude whispered again. "Have you ever been with another man, Orlando?"

"Yes, but not in this fashion." He glanced down. "Mostly when drunk with blokes from a local pub."

"Ah. Well I will take away all that." Leaning in Jude took hold of Orlando again. Making a trail of small light kisses over his face, he could feel the heat of Orlando on his lips. Taking his tongue he slipped it back into Orlando's mouth.

Moments passed, and they broke again for air, but resumed. Hands explored and felt each others faces. Giving into the passion and intensity. Jude was blindly fumbling around trying to undo the small buttons on the silk vest Orlando wore under the grey coat.

"Wait." Jude breathed. He got up and backed away from Orlando. His pink lips wore the mark of passion, eyes half lidded.

Jude stood before him and took off the black jacket, followed by the white vest and shirt. He slipped it off his body, showing it well formed and golden. Kicking off his shoes, he undid his belt. Orlando looked transfixed, as if in a dream. No words were spoken. Only heavy breathing and soft sighs. Jude took off his pants, and then his boxers. Standing nude, he felt the soft touch of Orlando's hands on his hips. Then the lips on his stomach and hips. Rolling his head back he gave a small gasp of pleasure. "Beautiful..." he sighed.

Orlando trailed a path so lightly and so teasingly along Jude's golden form, his penis growing erect with every breath. Licking and kissing Orlandosingsingly came to his length and moved up and down its shaft.

"Ohh." Jude moaned. He put his hands on Orlando's head and pulled him away from his hard cock.

"You need to be undressed," he whispered and pushed Orlando down on the bed. Straddling him, he hunched over and kissed Orlando's neck hardly and wantingly. He ripped the vest and shirt open. His hands felt the curves and crevasses on Orlando's chest. Arching his back, Orlando let Jude take off his coat and open vest and shirt.

"Beautiful." Jude whispered over and over again.

"Ahhh. My god." Orlando moaned, as Jude licked and bit at his now hard pink nipples. Heat rose and rose through his body as the onslaught of the other man continued on him. Sweat covered him now. He felt those lips trail down his body. Lower and lower.

Jude undid Orlando's belt and tossed it aside. He could see the bulge underneath his pants. Moving up to Orlando's neck again Jude slipped the pants down. Then he moved down and took them off completely.

Coming up slowly, Jude, teasingly kissed the inside of Orlando's silken thighs. Secretly spreading his legs apart.

"Fuck me, Jude," He moaned.

"I was hoping you'd say that." A sly smile came across his lips. Slowly he came up to Orlando's aching cock. He wrapped a hand around the base and took the head into his mouth. Moved slowly, taking it in inch by inch. Orlando bucked into his mouth, almost making him take it all the way in.

The moans and cries of Orlando set Jude ablaze with passion and fire. He sucked and teased harder.

He then left Orlando's hardness and began to kiss more of the inside of his thighs. Then moving more inward.

"Put your knees up Orlando." A hoarse command told him. He obeyed and shifted into position.

Jude held the base of his cock again but moved his lips and tongue lower. He saw the puckered pink flesh and moved his mouth around it, slowly and teasingly. His tongue entered Orlando and he heard a moan and whimper.

Orlando's mind raced as he felt the sudden invasion. He was in pure ecstasy. Jude continued his exploration, and he knew that he could not stay in control for very much longer. Leaving, he came up again. Orlando instinctively moved his hands lightly over Jude's chest and shoulders. They began kissing and ravishing each other once more.

"Orlando,"

"Yes?" He moaned softly.

"Have you had a man inside you?" Green eyes looked into his soul.

"Yes." He looked back and saw Jude smile. He could hardly contain himself. Jude got up and left him for a moment.

The very thought of Jude inside him made him want to come right then. He felt as if he might suddenly shatter into a million pieces if this did not happen. He prayed it wasn't a dream.

A bottle and box dropped down beside his head. Pink lips touched his cheek and then a tongue. Honey golden hair brushed across his face. Jude ran a hand through his dark, now wild curls, and smoothed them back.

Jude opened the box and pulled out a condom. He undid the wrapper.

"Let me." Orlando whispered. Leaning up he took the condom and slipped it onto Jude's hard cock. Jude almost came then. "Christ." he gasped. Taking the bottle of lube he spread some of it on his fingers, then moved them down and in Orlando.

"Oh bloody hell." Orlando suddenly cried out. He relaxed more and let Jude slip another finger in. He kissed Jude's shoulder and collarbone, making him dizzy with pleasure. The heat on Jude's fingers felt wonderful and he slid them out.

Orlando didn't want it to end. It couldn't. It felt too good and too right.

Jude positioned himself, and shifted Orlando's legs to the right angle. Grabbing his lubed cock he moved the head into Orlando's opening.

"Oooooooh." Jude moaned as well through gritted teeth, making him gasp for breath. He moved inward slowly.

The world seemed to melt away with every movement. Nothing seemed to matter he he both of them. Just this.

He began to thrust. Slowly, then faster and faster. He moved his slick fingers up Orlando's cock in time with each thrust. Loud moans and whimpers became cries of pure pleasure.

His eyes shut tightly, Orlando threw back his head and screamed out as he came. The world seemed to spin. Jude gritted his teeth and gasped loudly as he came almost in time with Orlando.

"Oh fuck." Jude said softly and then dropped down on to Orlando.

"Yeah." Orlando replied through heavy breaths. Jude withdrew and rolled onto his side and lay there beside Orlando.

He kissed his cheek once again, and lightly trailed a finger down Orlando's torso. After a few minutes, Jude said, "Pity you're only here one day."

"Why's that?" Orlando said softly back.

"Because then I could do this everytime I saw you." He gave a big smile and then kissed him again. "But, how 'bout if I make you my own personal Rentboy?"

Confusion came across Orlando's face. "What?"

"Only, more of a personal thing, not just pleasure."

"Oh." Orlando said smiling. "I think we can work somethin' out." They kissed again.

"And don't worry about the costume."

"Fuck." Orlando groaned.

"Yeah. I'll just tell 'em that and they'll let ya off the hook." The both laughed, and Jude rolled over again on top of Orlando, ravishing him with more tender kisses.


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