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At the Peak of Innocence	By : Rayvin813 Category: Casts RPF > Pirates of the Caribbean (all) > Pirates of the Caribbean (all) Views: 8572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-At the Peak of Innocence
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*summary: PWP. Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom share an encounter after the day's filming is done. Johnny/Orli. NC-17.
*disclaimer: I do not know Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp. Disney does not belong to me, and neither does the film, Pirates of the Carribbean. This act would never occur. The only things that belong to me are the plot (ha, what plot?) and the words. Enjoy!
At the Peak of Innocence
Orlando Bloom flopped down into the makeup chair, ran his fingers through his hair, and cringed. A shower was definitely in order. He massaged his temples in slow circles, and felt a strong hand clasp his shoulder. His head shot up instinctively, and as his brown eyes met another pair of their like, a jolt of electricity ran through him.
"o, Oo, Orli," that southern voice, bred and perfected in the fields of Kentucky, slid over his senses like molasses, and Orlando couldn't help but shift in the cloth chair.
" 'Lo, Johnny," he greeted ciy, gy, gulping down his obvious desire for the man seated alongside him. Orlando tried his best to keep his voice at a normal pitch, but the tightening in his pants threatened to divulge his guilty secret. He wanted this man.
Johnny Depp slouched in the chair with an audible sigh and stretched out, his legs as far apart as humanly possible, and then let his head loll to the right to look at Orlando. "What are you doing tonight, Bloom?" Silently he wondered where all of the makeup artists had scampered off to.
"Ahh," Orlando tried to come up with something - anything - so that he wouldn't voice what was on his mind. 'You, if everything goes according to plan,' his traitorous mind drawled silently. "No clue. You?"
Johnny simply shrugged. "Same here," he sighed, and looked in the mirror straight before him.
Orlando let his eyes flick over Johnny's body. Oh, that man...that position. Orlando pulled his lust-filled eyes away from the man next to him, and then looked into the mirror. Orlando's eyes met those belonging to Johnny, and what he saw took his breath away. A look of intense longing, want, and need was sketched in those brown orbs, and Orlando was taken aback at the strength of Johnny's desire. He knew his eyes were filled with lust, but to find Johnny so entranced by him...Gods what had he done right?
In all honesty, the man was gorgeous. Orlando let his eyes wander over the man staring at him in the mirror. The thick lines of black eyeliner that accentuated those brown eyes so perfectly, those brown eyes that worked like quicksand on a wanton soul such as his, the taut muscles that had rippled under his olive skin as they filmed. Orlando found the action sequences to be the worst on his ego. He shook the very thought from his mind. 'Not now,' he told himself. 'Not here.'
He tore his eyes from the mirror, and blushed minutely as the voices of the makeup artists could be heard coming down the hallway. 'Bugger me.'
"Well, here they come then," Orlando thought that Johnny's voice held a hint of jealousy and disappointment at the mention of the coming makeup artists, and Orlando didn't blame him.
"Yea. Bugger,"spokspoke quietly, but Johnny's mouth twitched to form a small smile. Lust flared in the man's eyes, and Orlando had to look away for fear of his own reaction.
"Well, well, if it isn't Johnny and Orlando," one of the makeup girls grinned schemingly, tracing a finger along Orlando's jawline suggesty.
Johnny cleared his throat, and the girl looked over to him, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Orlando's eyes flicked over to the mirror to catch Johnny's gaze whilst the girl said something unintelligible, but seemingly provocative, to the man in the pirate's getup. Johnny's eyes widened, and flicked unceremoniously to the girl, before coming back to settle Orlando in his gaze once more. He gave Orlando a cheeky grin, and a wink before responding monotonously to the woman who began to tend to him.
"Hi, Orli," another makeup artist spoke, flashing Orlando a nervous grin as she began to remove what little makeup had been put on him.
"Hello, luv," he replied innocently, casting a watchful eye over at the man next to him. Was that jealousy Orlando encountered in Johnny's eyes? Surely not...but what if it was?
Soon enough Orlando was finished in the makeup studio, and the girls were still wiping away at the mess that was Johnny Depp. Johnny's eyes moved in a panic to Orlando, who stood slowly. "You leaving, Bloom?" He tried to hide the panic in his voice.
"Mr. Depp, unless you want your eye poked out, I suggest you not move," one of the girls cried out, annoyed. She held a Q-Tip in one hand, and laid the other to rest on her hip. Orlando chuckled.
"Nah. I think..," Orlando locked lust-filled eyes with the man staring at him through the mirror. "I think I'll go wait outside for a bit. I need some fresh air anyway," Orlando grinned. 'And you,' he added silently. "Girls, why don't you leave some of that eyeliner on him? He looks good with it."
Johnny closed his eyes, and let his mouth turn up with a smile. His shoulders trembled slightly, and the braids and beads of his beard shook with the tremors. "Bloom, you're impossible."
Orlando shrugged. "I know," was his only reply as he grinned, turned, and walked out the door. As he pulled open set set door, cool night air blasted him as the sun finished setting, the red and pink blazes it left behind fading as the stars came out to play. Orlando didn't know how long he stood there, just staring, as the colors faded, but he was startled out of his reverie as a strong hand landed upon his shoulder once more.
"Brilliant, isn't it?" Orlando nodded, not needing to look bto sto see who it was. He knew, just by the voice, that it was Johnny. "You should see the Kentucky sunsets sometime. Just...brilliant," Johnny breathed, and Orlando felt the man's breath on his neck, hinting at the double-meaning in his words. Orlando shivered slightly as a hand came up to caress his hair. Orlando's hair curled up at the ends, and he found that he liked it. Especially when Johnny Depp was running his fingers through the black locks.
Orlando turned slightly, just enough to lock eyes with Johnny. It was then that he noticed a thin line of eyeliner still on each of his lids. Orlando couldn't help but laugh. Johnny grinned, lustful desire filling his eyes. "You like it, don't you?" Johnny's voice was eerily seductive, and Orlando found himself capable of only a nod. Months spent on the set with this man had truly had an effect on the young man. Johnny Depp was forty, but who would have known it, unless you were near enough to see the laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and the wisdom the man had to offer in those pleasing depths? Orlando sank into those eyes, and clutched for Johnny's soul as if it were a lifeline. Just as the waves threatened to pull him under, Johnny reached out a hand and drew him back up.
Orlando startled as Johnny's lips brushed his. The elder man's tongue flicked over Orlando's lips in an attempt to persuade him to succumb to his will. As soon as Orlando regained his composure, he did. His lips parted as the Red Sea and allowed Johnny full access to his mouth. Their tongues were caught in an insatiable duel for dominance, and the battle seemed to rage on and on. Orlando could feel Johnny's tongue caress the roof of his mouth, and he groaned into the elder's mouth, feeling the knot of anticipation tighten in his stomach along with his groin. Johnny grabbed at Orlando's biceps and pulled the younger man to him roughly. Orlando opened his eyes in wide surprise as he encountered a bulge grinding into his abdomen. He tried to fight the twitch in his cheeks, but it was too much to overcome. Johnny pulled away slightly, his eyes full of unfulfilled lust and desire. Orlando leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Johnny's swollen lips, a kiss full of lust, passion, and promises of bliss still to come.
Orlando broke the kiss hesitantly, and licked his lips in a teasing manner. Johnny's eyes followed that tongue with heated desire, and leaned forward once more. Both sets of brown eyes widened, and turned as the light sound of giggling flittered toward them through the many hallways, along with voice proclaiming how gorgeous both men were. The two exchanged amused glances, and Orlando looked at Johnny, and then cast his eyes skyward. The platform for the lighting crew. Johnny's eyes sparkled with intention, mixed with a fear of getting caught, and a fear of getting what he wanted. He simply looked at Orlando wordlessly, his eyes giving Orlando his approval for whatever his intentions. Orlando grinned, his eyes bubbling over with lust, before pulling Johnny into the shadows of the already-darkened studio as the makeup girls came into view. The two huddled together, gazing into the recesses where the both of them knew the other's eyes should be, as the eight giggling girls filed out of the building, all of them grouped together and giggling about how 'sexy and charming' Orlando Bloom was. Johnny smiled appreciatively as the steel door clanged shut behind them.
"They're right, you know," he spoke, as they emerged from the shadows. Johnny watched Orlando carefully, as he looked from the door to the speaker, his eyes wide as silver dollars.
"What? Right 'bout what, Johnny?" Orlando's eyes flicked over Johnny once more, and the elder man took Orlando's hand in his.
"Everything," his eyes danced with motives, and then went skyward. "Let's go, Orli. I want you now, and no one is going to stop me."
The two raced over to the wrought iron steps that led up to the lighting platform and attacked them with such ferocity, such anticipation that the two had scaled the steps in record timing. Once they had made it to their destination, they simply stared, taking in each other's faces, their bodies, their...attributes.
Johnny moved first and took Orlando's shirt in his hands. He tugged at the offending material for a moment, and then looked up at Orlando pleadingly. Orlando nodded, and Johnny tugged the shirt from its bindings at Orlando's waistline. The buttons on the pink shirt scattered, and Orlando's eyes creased. He started to protest, but the outburst was softened by another tempting kiss. Tongues battled once more, and Orlando's resolve slowly shrank away.
Johnny moved his lips from Orlando's and blazed a trail of kisses, beginning at his cheekbones, travelling about his jawline, down his neck to the hollow of his neck, where he paused for a moment to barely nip the skin, cau Orl Orlando to moan, and his loins to stir even moreso. Orlando felt Johnny's tongue lave the bitemark, and then move on in a downward motion. His lips continued down, moving along the hollow of his chest, stopping to tease Orlando's nipples.
His tongue swirled over each of the hardened nubs in turn, and Orlando let out a groan of pleasure, the tightness in his jeans becoming nearly unbearable. Johnny continued his ministrations for a moment, before risking a glance up at the man he was torturing. In Orlando's eyes lay fierce concentration, and pure, naked lust. "Johnny," Orlando's voice came out a choked whisper, yet husky and full of desire. Johnny's jeans, at that moment, began to strangle him, but he held his desire to himself, and let his eyes travel slowly back down Orlando's body.
They followed his sternum, down to Orlando's abdomen which revealed barely-there abs. Abs that looked quite appetizing with each breath the other man took. Johnny couldn't resist this part of the man's flesh, and placed kisses along the slight hollow between those abs. Johnny raised his right hand, and pulled Orlando nearer to him by the pockets of his jeans, massaging his hipbones with his thumbs. Orlando nearly fell to his knees right there, but Johnny held him up. He was nowhere near finished yet.
Johnny's tongue darted out from behind rows of perfectly-white teeth to graze the sun tattoo Orlando had blazoned on his stomach. He drug that tongue around the design delicately, teasing Orlando to see just how much the man could take. It didn't take long before Orlando leaned his head back, groaning in wanton need, and gripped the steel railing until his knuckles had turned white. Johnny grinned in the midst of his teasing, and returned his attention to his seduction of the Golden Boy himself.
Johnny's eyes widened slightly as he took in the trail of hairs leading down into the waistline of Orlando's black jeans. And then there were the jeans. 'Gods,' Johnny thought to himself. 'He's as bad off as I am about now.' He chuckled to himself, and his hands went to Orlando's belt. He tugged teasingly for a moment, and then undid the buckle. Johnny pulled the belt from the loops and set it off to the side. Armani. Nice hunk of cash there in that little strip of black leather.
The button to Orlando's jeans was next in Johnny's path of destruction, and that obstacle was overcome quickly. The zipper was next, and Johnny made sure that when he unzipped Orlando's pants, it would go agonizingly slow. It worked like a charm. Orlando whimpered in need and frustration, and Johnny placed a kiss to his navel. Not able to resist that temptation, Johnny dipped his tongue into Orlando's navel and the youth jumped with pleasure, his abs tightening as he did so.
Johnny gripped the waistband of Orlando's jeans and pulled, letting the dark denim pool about Orlando's feet. 'Gods, he's even more beatiful than I thought,' Johnny smiled, letting his desire take over. Orlando hadn't yet opened his eyes, and that was something that Johnny was grateful for. He smiled, and let his tongue dart out to lick the tip of Orlando's straining member, Orlando twisted his hips where he stood, and Johnny grabbed his hipbones to steady him. This would go his way, or not at all. Johnny settled himself comfortably on his knees and inched closer to Orlando. Johnny licked his lips hungrily.
"Johnny," a whisper came from above him. "Please."
Johnny simply nodded in response. He leaned forward and extended his tongue to the weeping tip of Orlando's cock, lapping up the milky substance with ferocity before taking the younger man into his mouth. Above him, Orlando's eyes shot open and his lips parted in an "O" of surprise and satisfaction. Orlando dug his fingers into Johnny's wavy brown locks in desperation. He could feel Johnny's tongue - oh, that glorious tongue! - swirling around the head of his cock, teasing him, tempting him. Orlando closed his eyes and let himself succumb to the sensations being given to him. <>
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Johnny's tongue swirled over the head of Orlando's manhood, and down his shaft, massaging and caressing as he went. Orlando bucked his hips, thrusting himself into the man's mouth as far as he would take him, and Johnny was more than accomodating. The elder of the two took one hand and ruffled the pubic hair on Orlando's testicles, furthering the hardness in his mouth. Johnny sucked on Orlando's cock tantalizingly, proving his experience, and making Orlando beg for more. Johnny could tell the young man's knees were going weak, and he knew that his knuckles were a ghastly white from gripping the railing with such ferocity. Johnny withdrew his mouth amidst whimpers of protest from Orlando's trembling form, and replaced his mouth with his hand.
His hand stroked Orlando, gripping him tightly, and his fingers toyed with Orlando's testicles as he rose to meet the other man's lips once more. Thier lips crashed together, tongues battling for dominance once more. Orlando sucked hard on Johnny's tongue as Johnny pumped Orlando's cock, his hand causing the friction to become beyond unbearable.
"Joh...Johnny," Orlando broke the kiss, panting. "I....I...you," he was on the verge of coming when Johnny's shirt was ripped from him. Johnny paused his ministrations to stare at Orlando, a shocked look on his face. Orlando took toppoopportunity to turn on Johnny, pressing kisses to his chest, and taking his nipples in his mouth. Orlando's hands roamed over Johnny's body, and gripped him through the fabric of his pants. Johnny's eyes widened considerably, and he glanced behind him. The floor was clear of all objects and he fell backwards, taking Orlando off-guard. Orlando fell on top of Johnny, crushing his body to the other, once again melding his lips to the older man. The sexual tension in the air was getting to the both of them, and Orlando ripped Johnny's belt from him. Tossing it to the side, he began working on Johnny's pants. Those were shed soon enough, and the two of them lost themselves in each other's caresses.
It was Orlando who came first, spilling his seed into Johnny's hand and over his solid stomach. Johnny grinned as he felt the tremors build up in Orlando, his muscles tighten, and as his name was a trembling cry upon Orlando's lips. His own release came shortly after his lover's, and he rode upon the waves of bliss for what seemed like an eternity. When he emerged from the waves of passion, he found that his head was resting upon Orlando's chest, and the younger man was stroking his hair. Even he was straining to regain his composure from their needy conquest. The memory of their venture, still all too fresh in his mind, made it hard for him to rest as he was and he sat up, removing himself from his lover's embrace. Orlando's eyes were questioning as Johnny did so, and the veteran actor smiled.
"Come here, Orli," Johnny smiled, motioning for Orlando to sit up. Orlando's curiosity got the best of him and he rose, only to be directed down on all fours. Johnny kissed Orlando's spine, trailing a slow, torturous path along the sensitive flesh, down to his tailbone, and then spread the juices exerted by the two of them over his cock. Johnny positioned himself behind Orlando, and then gripped his hipbones tightly. "You ready for this, Orli?" he asked quietly, and Orlando noded slowly, the realization suddenly dawning on him exactly what was about to happen. His eyes widened, and he brushed back against Johnny's rock-hard erection, urging him on. Johnny simply grinned, and in one quick motion thrusted forward. Orlando let out a sharp cry, and Johnny paused to kiss Orlando's back once again. Once his muscles had relaxed a bit, Johnny began to move, thrusting in and out of Orlando, slowly at first, and then speeding up to accelerate both men's pleasure. Orlando bucked back against him, finding a rhythm that would suit the two of them. One of Johnny's hands came free of Orlando's hipbones, which one Orlando wasn't sure and even moreso, didn't care, but that hand came sliding down Orlando's abdomen, and grasped his manhood once more. Somehow, Johnny found that perfect rhythm, and stroked Orlando's cock along with the sensual rhythm the both of them were creating with one another.
Johnny was thrumming with adrenaline and testosterone as the two continued their lovemaking, and his desire was completely aroused as Orlando bucked against him. As the two of them continued, their lust for each other building, Johnny could feel his release rising within him. Orlando bucked furiously against him while the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off of the empty walls of the studio, and resounded in Johnny's ears beautifully. The sound made him accelerate his pace, and pull nearly all of the way out of Orlando before pounding into him again. Orlando let out a squeak of surprise, but adjusted himself to the new pace without hesitation. The heated pace caused Johnny to reach the edge faster than Orlando. He gripped Orlando's cock harder and began pumping faster than before. Orlando let out a cry of pleasure, and gave in to Johnny's experienced hands. Johnny dangled over the edge, and called out to Orlando in the midst of his pleasure. "Orli....come for me, love. Come for me.>now>now."
Orlando cried out for Johnny, letting go of his inhibitions, as Johnny gave his cock one last, hard pump before he spilled his seed into Orlando's body. Orlando came at that very same moment, spilling into Johnny's hand and all over the steel lighting platform. Orlando blinked twice, trying to regain his sense of composure as the waves rolled over him. His vision had blurred, and he had barely registered when Johnny had pulled out of him. Orlando heard a 'clink' as Johnny fell to the platform.
Johnny smiled and reached up a clean hand to his lover. "Orli," he called out and placed his hand on Orlando's elbow, guiding him over to lay down beside him. Orlando's vision cleared slightly, but his eyes remained glazed over. Upon his face was a look of contentment and satiation. One look at Johnny's face proved that he had received the same fate. The elder of the two beckoned to his lover, and Orlando crept over to Johnny, splaying out on his side and letting his head fall upon Johnny's chest. The two of them laid in that manner, Johnny stroking his lover's hair and Orlando lost in the peacefulness of their encounter, until the sunrise, which both rose to greet together. A brilliant end, to a brilliant day.
At the peak of innocence reigns something so indescribably wild and free that none dare venture near it. With their secret tryst, Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp had violated that sacred, unwritten rule. They had shattered innocence, and both knew that for them, this film, Pirates of the Carribbean, would hold something more than on-set hijinks and off-set laughs. Lust, fulfilled promises, and a secret that the two of them were content to share, was merely the beginning of what had blossomed between them, along with a promise that the secret rendezvous up in the Disney Studios catwalks would assuredly not be the last...
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