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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,428
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Vibrant and New
Complete bollocks. Never ever happened. Never ever will happen. Until I close my eyes, in any case.
Vibrant and New
By Sonja (limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk)
-Orlando Bloom/OMC
-Rating: NC-17.
-Summary: Orlando needs something Kate can’t give him.
-Author’s Notes: This was written for the August Limey!Challenge. Given a picture of a LotR actor and a sentence. One half of the pairing must be that actor, the other half can be anyone else. Must use the sentence in either the beginning or the ending of the fic. See what I’ve done with it.
_______________
Green. Goddamned, fucking, bright green. Of course. When he thought about it, it made perfect sense.
For the entire flight back to Los Angeles, Orlando had thought about it. Pondered it. Mulled it over. He hadn’t realised exactly what it meant until he’d landed at LAX. When it hit him, he cried actual tears.
_____
Billy had called on Tuesday, just to chat, but Orlando had ended up booking a flight to Glasgow for the next day, just for kicks. He had some time off, and it had been awhile since he’d seen his friend. Orlando had been working hard lately, shooting this film and that one, posing for countless pictures and giving countless interviews, so he felt he deserved a little holiday. And what better way to spend a long weekend- five days long, in point of fact- than getting pished with one of his best mates?
Billy had been there to meet him at the airport so Orlando wouldn’t have to hire a car. It was enough he’d spent so much on the ticket out.
“But I’m the hottest thing in Hollywood, mate,” Orlando had said, laughing. “Don’t you read The Face? I can afford to flit all around globe on a whim now.”
They’d driven back to Billy’s house, chatting about this and that, and it hardly seemed like they’d been apart for the last however many months it had been. Nothing had changed, and that was a comfort to Orlando, who had found his life had gone arse over tit since Rings. He needed something stable and familiar, and Billy was it.
“So mate,” Billy had asked when they were having a cup of tea in Billy’tchetchen, “how’s the love life?” By love life, Billy had meant Kate. Kate who had not accompanied Orlando on this trip for reasons Orlando did not care to discuss.
“Great.”
“Great? If it’s so great, why are you here? I’d think you’d rather be spending your time off with your girlfriend than with me. Cos you’re gorgeous and all, Orli, but you just aren’t my type.”
Orlando had started a bit at hearing those words. Billy had been spot-on. Kate had come over unexpectedly one night and caught him mid-fuck with one of the makeup artists from a recent photo shoot. The aftermath had not been pleasant. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if Orlando hadn’t been the one on his hands and knees. He’d cursed himself more for having given her a key than for having committed the infidelity.
“Eh, Bill, I really don’t want to go into it. I just want to be here with my good mate for a few days, and leave all that behind.” Orlando had begun to fidget, and was swirling the remainder of his tea around in the cup. “Let’s suffice it to say that I was caught bare-arsed. Literally.”
“I see. Well, if you ever do want to get it off your chest, I’m here.”
“Oh, what the hell. It was some makeup tech. From the Flaunt shoot. The one that drew all those tattoos. Can’t remember his name but he had a huge cock.”
Billy’d nearly choked on his tea trying not to laugh. “You were going to try and be faithful this time.”
“I know. And I do love her, I think, but there are things she can’t give me.”
“Like a good hard fuck in the arse?”
“Exactly, mate. I keep trying to get her to finger me, but she refuses. Says it’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, well-”
“And I’ve even tried doing it myself, just so I wouldn’t have to go find it, but a rubber willy hardly compares to the real thing.”
Billy’d blushed at that. “Wouldn’t know.”
“Of course not. But I’m really fucking knackered, mate. Fucking time differences and what.”
_____
Orlando and Billy had spent the next day playing snooker and darts at Billy’s favourite pub. After Orlando had lost entirely too much money to Billy and had drunk entirely too much beer, he’d decided he wanted to find other forms of entertainment.
“There is the Revolver Bar,” Billy’d suggested, but didn’t accompany Orlando. So, off he went, alone.
It didn’t take Orlando long to find what he was looking for. At the end of the bar sat someone Orlando thought he’d have no trouble going home with. He had black hair, and upon closer inspection, Orlando saw that he had blue eyes. For a moment, he was almost reminded of Elijah. But this one didn’t have the innocent look that Elijah had. And Orlando knew it was just a look, because the things Elijah had done to him were far from innocent.
“Buy you a drink, mate?” Orlando’d asked the man.
“Yeah, sure. I’m drinking Guinness.” He held out his hand for Orlando to shake. “Liam’s the name.”
“Orlando. So, Liam, what do you do?”
“Nothing quite as fancy as making films,” Liam smiled. “Have a seat.”
Orlando laughed, and took the seat next to Liam at the bar. “This is novel. I usually only get recognised by fifteen-year-old girls.” If a starfuck was what he was what he was going to be, then so be it. At least he’d be getting laid.
“That so? Well, mate, I can tell you I’m no girl of fifteen.”
“I can see that.”
“If you don’t mind my saying, you’re much better looking without the blond hair. Although the tights were fucking marvellous.”
By last orders, Liam and Orlando had decided that the best place for Orlando to spend the night was Liam’s flat. The entire cab ride there was spent with their tongues down each other’s throats and their fingers tangled in each other’s hair.
_____
They’d barely made it ten steps into the loungeroom when Liam started pulling Orlando’s clothes off, then his own. “I bet you want it hard,” he growled, lowering Orlando down onto the floor with him. Orlando spread his legs to allow Liam to settle between them, bringing their bodies into full contact. “You want to be pounded ‘til you forget your own name, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Orlando’d breathed as Liam’s tongue flicked inside his ear.
Liam took two of his fingers and put them to Orlando’s mouth. Orlando sucked them greedily, circling his tongue around them and nipping them lightly with his teeth. He gave them one last lick as Liam withdrew them from his mouth and sat back. The next thing Orlando felt was those fingers being pushed into him, and he spread his legs wider and arched up off of the floor.
“That’s it. Goddamn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Liam started fucking Orlando furiously with his fingers, his other hand around Orlando’s cock, pumping hard. “Come for me. I want to see you fucking come for me.”
It wasn’t long before Orlando had obliged, his hands gripping futilely at the carpet when he came, spilling over Liam’s hand and onto his own stomach. He lay there, panting, with his eyes closed while Liam licked him clean. When he’d licked up every last drop of come, Liam moved up to kiss Orlando, long and slow. Orlando slid his hand down between their bodies, and wrapped his fingers around Liam’s erection. “Now, with this,” he said, twisting his wrist a bit.
Liam reached across the floor for his trousers, and fished in the back pocket. He pulled out a condom, the one he had just in case, and opened the pack. Orlando sat up, took the condom, and rolled it over Liam’s cock. Then he turned over on his hands and knees to be taken.
Liam pushed in slowly, pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in hard. The subsequent thrusts came harder and harder, until he’d felt Liam’s grip on his hips tighten. Afterwards, instead of withdrawing straight away, Liam ran his fingers up and down Orlando’s back. Orlando had found this extremely pleasant, in a lovemaking-not-fucking sort of way, and he allowed himself to relax and forget for a moment that this was another one night stand in the long string of them since he’d met Kate.
_____
Orlando awoke the next morning to find himself in Liam’s bed. The two had gotten up off the floor, had a shower, and gone to bed. Orlando couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the sleeping man next to him. For a brief moment, he’d made Orlando feel completely human and acutely aware of what it was he was lacking in his life.
After the shower, as they were lying in bed, Liam and Orlando had talked. It was quite unusual for Orlando to find himself doing that; he rarely stayed long enough after sex for a shower, much less conversation, but it was nice. They’d talked about life in general, growing up, what they felt they’d succeeded and failed at. Orlando found that they had much in common, and he was becoming saddened by the fact that he would more than likely never get to know Liam, because he felt they could have been good mates just like he and Elijah, Billy, and Dominic had.
Liam had asked him his favourite colour. “Green,” he’d responded. “Seems so vibrant and new. Spring, you know. Fresh start.”
Liam had smiled, kissed Orlando gently, and fallen asleep.
Orlando stored the memory away, and looked around the room. Liam wasn’t there, but Orlando’s shirt and trousers were neatly folded on the bureau top. His billfold, shoes and socks were there too. After dressing, Orlando realised he needed a piss, so he went into the bathroom. There, stuck to the mirror, was a note.
Orlando,
Had to go to work. Hope you found your clothes. Don’t worry, I didn’t raid your billfold. Help yourself to coffee and breakfast if you’d like. Good luck with your life and career.
Liam
Orlando tucked the note into his trouser pocket before leaving the flat. He didn’t bother checking the contents of his wallet, he knew nothing was missing. If it was, he’d sort it out later.
_____
The rest of his stay in Glasgow was nice. Orlando and Billy had spent the time mostly drunk, reminiscing about New Zealand and speculating where their lives would take them. Billy refused to allow Orlando to pay for anything, and every time Orlando reached for his wallet, Billy shook his head. Orlando made a mental note to pay Billy back before he left Scotland.
Orlando didn’t go back to the Revolver Bar. He knew if he did, he might see Liam there, with his condom in his pocket ready to take someone else home. That made Orlando feel strangely jealous.
“It was just a one-off thing, Billy,” Orlando’d said as they were waiting for Orlando’s flight oardoard, “but why do I feel like it left me completely empty inside?”
“Guilt?"
“Not guilt. I know that, but it’s something.”
“You mean to say you don’t feel like a shit for doing that to Kate? No offence, but you’re a bastard.”
“Nevermind. I’ll deal with it later.” Orlando reached around and grabbed his billfold out of his back pocket. “Here,” he said, trying to hand Billy a few notes. A slip of paper fluttered to the ground, and Billy bent to pick it up.
“This important?” he asked, handing it back to Orlando.
“Here, let me see,” the bills were forgotten as Orlando looked at the paper. It jus just a small piece of paper with a number written on it in green ink. Orlando stuffed it back into his wallet, and put his wallet back into his pocket. “Hmm. Don’t know. Oh well, I’ll call you from L.A.” He hugged Billy and boarded the flight.
_____
Green. Goddamned, fucking, bright green. Of course. When he thought about it, it made perfect sense.
~END.
Vibrant and New
By Sonja (limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk)
-Orlando Bloom/OMC
-Rating: NC-17.
-Summary: Orlando needs something Kate can’t give him.
-Author’s Notes: This was written for the August Limey!Challenge. Given a picture of a LotR actor and a sentence. One half of the pairing must be that actor, the other half can be anyone else. Must use the sentence in either the beginning or the ending of the fic. See what I’ve done with it.
_______________
Green. Goddamned, fucking, bright green. Of course. When he thought about it, it made perfect sense.
For the entire flight back to Los Angeles, Orlando had thought about it. Pondered it. Mulled it over. He hadn’t realised exactly what it meant until he’d landed at LAX. When it hit him, he cried actual tears.
_____
Billy had called on Tuesday, just to chat, but Orlando had ended up booking a flight to Glasgow for the next day, just for kicks. He had some time off, and it had been awhile since he’d seen his friend. Orlando had been working hard lately, shooting this film and that one, posing for countless pictures and giving countless interviews, so he felt he deserved a little holiday. And what better way to spend a long weekend- five days long, in point of fact- than getting pished with one of his best mates?
Billy had been there to meet him at the airport so Orlando wouldn’t have to hire a car. It was enough he’d spent so much on the ticket out.
“But I’m the hottest thing in Hollywood, mate,” Orlando had said, laughing. “Don’t you read The Face? I can afford to flit all around globe on a whim now.”
They’d driven back to Billy’s house, chatting about this and that, and it hardly seemed like they’d been apart for the last however many months it had been. Nothing had changed, and that was a comfort to Orlando, who had found his life had gone arse over tit since Rings. He needed something stable and familiar, and Billy was it.
“So mate,” Billy had asked when they were having a cup of tea in Billy’tchetchen, “how’s the love life?” By love life, Billy had meant Kate. Kate who had not accompanied Orlando on this trip for reasons Orlando did not care to discuss.
“Great.”
“Great? If it’s so great, why are you here? I’d think you’d rather be spending your time off with your girlfriend than with me. Cos you’re gorgeous and all, Orli, but you just aren’t my type.”
Orlando had started a bit at hearing those words. Billy had been spot-on. Kate had come over unexpectedly one night and caught him mid-fuck with one of the makeup artists from a recent photo shoot. The aftermath had not been pleasant. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if Orlando hadn’t been the one on his hands and knees. He’d cursed himself more for having given her a key than for having committed the infidelity.
“Eh, Bill, I really don’t want to go into it. I just want to be here with my good mate for a few days, and leave all that behind.” Orlando had begun to fidget, and was swirling the remainder of his tea around in the cup. “Let’s suffice it to say that I was caught bare-arsed. Literally.”
“I see. Well, if you ever do want to get it off your chest, I’m here.”
“Oh, what the hell. It was some makeup tech. From the Flaunt shoot. The one that drew all those tattoos. Can’t remember his name but he had a huge cock.”
Billy’d nearly choked on his tea trying not to laugh. “You were going to try and be faithful this time.”
“I know. And I do love her, I think, but there are things she can’t give me.”
“Like a good hard fuck in the arse?”
“Exactly, mate. I keep trying to get her to finger me, but she refuses. Says it’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, well-”
“And I’ve even tried doing it myself, just so I wouldn’t have to go find it, but a rubber willy hardly compares to the real thing.”
Billy’d blushed at that. “Wouldn’t know.”
“Of course not. But I’m really fucking knackered, mate. Fucking time differences and what.”
_____
Orlando and Billy had spent the next day playing snooker and darts at Billy’s favourite pub. After Orlando had lost entirely too much money to Billy and had drunk entirely too much beer, he’d decided he wanted to find other forms of entertainment.
“There is the Revolver Bar,” Billy’d suggested, but didn’t accompany Orlando. So, off he went, alone.
It didn’t take Orlando long to find what he was looking for. At the end of the bar sat someone Orlando thought he’d have no trouble going home with. He had black hair, and upon closer inspection, Orlando saw that he had blue eyes. For a moment, he was almost reminded of Elijah. But this one didn’t have the innocent look that Elijah had. And Orlando knew it was just a look, because the things Elijah had done to him were far from innocent.
“Buy you a drink, mate?” Orlando’d asked the man.
“Yeah, sure. I’m drinking Guinness.” He held out his hand for Orlando to shake. “Liam’s the name.”
“Orlando. So, Liam, what do you do?”
“Nothing quite as fancy as making films,” Liam smiled. “Have a seat.”
Orlando laughed, and took the seat next to Liam at the bar. “This is novel. I usually only get recognised by fifteen-year-old girls.” If a starfuck was what he was what he was going to be, then so be it. At least he’d be getting laid.
“That so? Well, mate, I can tell you I’m no girl of fifteen.”
“I can see that.”
“If you don’t mind my saying, you’re much better looking without the blond hair. Although the tights were fucking marvellous.”
By last orders, Liam and Orlando had decided that the best place for Orlando to spend the night was Liam’s flat. The entire cab ride there was spent with their tongues down each other’s throats and their fingers tangled in each other’s hair.
_____
They’d barely made it ten steps into the loungeroom when Liam started pulling Orlando’s clothes off, then his own. “I bet you want it hard,” he growled, lowering Orlando down onto the floor with him. Orlando spread his legs to allow Liam to settle between them, bringing their bodies into full contact. “You want to be pounded ‘til you forget your own name, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Orlando’d breathed as Liam’s tongue flicked inside his ear.
Liam took two of his fingers and put them to Orlando’s mouth. Orlando sucked them greedily, circling his tongue around them and nipping them lightly with his teeth. He gave them one last lick as Liam withdrew them from his mouth and sat back. The next thing Orlando felt was those fingers being pushed into him, and he spread his legs wider and arched up off of the floor.
“That’s it. Goddamn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Liam started fucking Orlando furiously with his fingers, his other hand around Orlando’s cock, pumping hard. “Come for me. I want to see you fucking come for me.”
It wasn’t long before Orlando had obliged, his hands gripping futilely at the carpet when he came, spilling over Liam’s hand and onto his own stomach. He lay there, panting, with his eyes closed while Liam licked him clean. When he’d licked up every last drop of come, Liam moved up to kiss Orlando, long and slow. Orlando slid his hand down between their bodies, and wrapped his fingers around Liam’s erection. “Now, with this,” he said, twisting his wrist a bit.
Liam reached across the floor for his trousers, and fished in the back pocket. He pulled out a condom, the one he had just in case, and opened the pack. Orlando sat up, took the condom, and rolled it over Liam’s cock. Then he turned over on his hands and knees to be taken.
Liam pushed in slowly, pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in hard. The subsequent thrusts came harder and harder, until he’d felt Liam’s grip on his hips tighten. Afterwards, instead of withdrawing straight away, Liam ran his fingers up and down Orlando’s back. Orlando had found this extremely pleasant, in a lovemaking-not-fucking sort of way, and he allowed himself to relax and forget for a moment that this was another one night stand in the long string of them since he’d met Kate.
_____
Orlando awoke the next morning to find himself in Liam’s bed. The two had gotten up off the floor, had a shower, and gone to bed. Orlando couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the sleeping man next to him. For a brief moment, he’d made Orlando feel completely human and acutely aware of what it was he was lacking in his life.
After the shower, as they were lying in bed, Liam and Orlando had talked. It was quite unusual for Orlando to find himself doing that; he rarely stayed long enough after sex for a shower, much less conversation, but it was nice. They’d talked about life in general, growing up, what they felt they’d succeeded and failed at. Orlando found that they had much in common, and he was becoming saddened by the fact that he would more than likely never get to know Liam, because he felt they could have been good mates just like he and Elijah, Billy, and Dominic had.
Liam had asked him his favourite colour. “Green,” he’d responded. “Seems so vibrant and new. Spring, you know. Fresh start.”
Liam had smiled, kissed Orlando gently, and fallen asleep.
Orlando stored the memory away, and looked around the room. Liam wasn’t there, but Orlando’s shirt and trousers were neatly folded on the bureau top. His billfold, shoes and socks were there too. After dressing, Orlando realised he needed a piss, so he went into the bathroom. There, stuck to the mirror, was a note.
Orlando,
Had to go to work. Hope you found your clothes. Don’t worry, I didn’t raid your billfold. Help yourself to coffee and breakfast if you’d like. Good luck with your life and career.
Liam
Orlando tucked the note into his trouser pocket before leaving the flat. He didn’t bother checking the contents of his wallet, he knew nothing was missing. If it was, he’d sort it out later.
_____
The rest of his stay in Glasgow was nice. Orlando and Billy had spent the time mostly drunk, reminiscing about New Zealand and speculating where their lives would take them. Billy refused to allow Orlando to pay for anything, and every time Orlando reached for his wallet, Billy shook his head. Orlando made a mental note to pay Billy back before he left Scotland.
Orlando didn’t go back to the Revolver Bar. He knew if he did, he might see Liam there, with his condom in his pocket ready to take someone else home. That made Orlando feel strangely jealous.
“It was just a one-off thing, Billy,” Orlando’d said as they were waiting for Orlando’s flight oardoard, “but why do I feel like it left me completely empty inside?”
“Guilt?"
“Not guilt. I know that, but it’s something.”
“You mean to say you don’t feel like a shit for doing that to Kate? No offence, but you’re a bastard.”
“Nevermind. I’ll deal with it later.” Orlando reached around and grabbed his billfold out of his back pocket. “Here,” he said, trying to hand Billy a few notes. A slip of paper fluttered to the ground, and Billy bent to pick it up.
“This important?” he asked, handing it back to Orlando.
“Here, let me see,” the bills were forgotten as Orlando looked at the paper. It jus just a small piece of paper with a number written on it in green ink. Orlando stuffed it back into his wallet, and put his wallet back into his pocket. “Hmm. Don’t know. Oh well, I’ll call you from L.A.” He hugged Billy and boarded the flight.
_____
Green. Goddamned, fucking, bright green. Of course. When he thought about it, it made perfect sense.
~END.