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The Witches of Canterbury	By : lilam70 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 5226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A few days later Orlando and Sidi met up with Johnny again and Johnny told him that he was very interested in painting his portrait. Orlando was a bit reluctant at first but Johnny promised him that it would be fun so he eventually gave in and went with Johnny to a little studio in the middle of the city. The studio was light and area and situated above a small antiques shop.
Paintings of all shapes and sizes lined the walls. Portraits and landscapes, still life and abstracts and everything in between. Sidi sneezed at the funny paint smells.
Johnny was standing by an easel, laying out his paints and brushes and Orlando was looking around the room. He stood with his hands in his pockets and whistled.
“Are these all yours?”
“Most of them are mine, a few were done by friends and the one of the umbrella is Vanessa’s.”
Orlando looked at it but didn’t see anything resembling an umbrella at all. “Nice”
“Sit down over there.” Johnny pointed to a little stool by the window. “It gets the best light.”
Nervously, Orlando sat down , fidgeting.
“Take your hands out of your pockets. Turn to the left ever so slightly and look at me.”
Orlando felt uncomfortable and tried to move as Johnny instructed.
“No, no, not like that.” Johnny walked the few feet between them. “Like this.”
He pushed Orlando’s shoulders back, pushed him against the wall a bit and turned his face towards the easle. Orlando’s face tingled slightly where the older man’s fingers touched him and little did he know that Johnny only did it as an excuse to feel his face again.
“Perfect.” Whispered Johnny.
He walked back to the easel and picked up his brush and got to work. He had a vey concentrated look on his face so Orlando didn’t dare to speak to him, and besides he wasn’t sure if he was suppose to move his lips. It was deadly silent in the little room, the only sound coming from the strokes of the brush and the occasional scratches and yawns from Sidi.
After about 5 minutes Orlando was getting a cramp in his leg. He could not sit still this long, it was physically impossible for him.
“You should relax, or you will get cramps.”
“No kidding.”
Orlando relaxed a bit and exhaled a deep breath.
“That is much better, you look more natural already. We don’t want you to look like a wooden doll, now do we.” Smiled Johnny.
“You never told me you painted.”
“You never asked.” Answered Johnny.
“It’s not something you ask someone you hardly know.”
“How else do you want to get to know them if you don’t ask.” Johnny dipped the paint brush in paint thinner and picked up another one. “You seem like a curious lad to me.”
Orlando shrugged and ran his hand over his hair.
“No! Don’t move!” Johnny rushed over to Orlnado and closed the gap between them in less than a second.
“Shit, sorry! I have a hard time sitting still for longer than 5 minutes.”
Johnny leaned over him and started picking at his curls and running his lean fingers through Orlando’s dark hair.
Orlando froze at his touch.
Johnny seemed once again satisfied with the curls and patted Orlando on the cheek.
“So why are you living in England then?” Asked Orlando. “With your American accent and al I figure you are not from here. ‘Damn how lame’ he thought to himself.
“I moved here to be with Vanessa. She is recording an album and she seems to have more success over here than in the States.”
Johnny’s dark eyes were sternly focused on the canvas but every now and then he stared at Orlando with a intensity that scared him.
“She tours all over England and France with her band, but this summer she is doing the album. I was lucky with my work, I can set up a practice just about anywhere., but what about you Orlando? You don’t seem like the office type to me. You have a free spirit.”
Orlando sighed. “Yeah…you know, I have to make a living and I am making good money like this. I can hardly change careers now that I am use to this kind of life style.”
“Bull Shit, you convinced yourself that this is what you want, but I can see you want more..”
There was the soul penetrating stare again though Orlando. He bit his lip shly and ran his hand over his hair again, but in the action he stopped right away realizing he wasn’t suppose to move.
“Fuck, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Johnny came back over to him again. There wasn’t really any hair out of place but he still ran his finger thru Orlando’s hair. He kneeled down in front of Orlando and looked at him intently.
Orlando moved back instinctively.
“Don’t move, or do I need to tie you up?”
Orlando opened his mouth to try and respond but got cut off.
“- it was a joke.”
“Oh.”
Johnny smiled at him, on eye level now. His eye moving all over Orlando’s face.
Orlando’s lips were still formed in an O from his previous response.
“Keep your mouth like that, I like it.” Said Johnny and got up and walked back to the easle.
When he was gone Orlando felt a disappointment in him he could not explain.
“You have so much character, you have to be a model or an actor or something.”
Orlando raised his eye brows in surprise and question, not daring to move his mouth.
“You are stunning, you shouldn’t hide from the world.” With that Johnny fell silent.
After about 20 more minutes Johnny suggested they called it a day. “Sidi needs some fresh air.”
They spent the whole sun filled afternoon together.
Orlando was running around playing with Sidi, throwing a stick and watching the dog ran after it. Sometimes he would run after it himself, trying to reach it before his dog did. Johnny laughed at him and told him he had more energy than a 5 year old.
Exhausted from running Orlando fell down on the grass next to Johnny, watching him smile at him and teasing him a bit more. Johnny had told him that he had a great energy around him and that he had to find a different release for it. Johnny seem to be able to read him pretty damn well thought Orlando. It must be all that aura cleansing books and tarot cards he must be stashing at his house.
They were so different from each other. Orlando was the one laughing at all the silly things Johnny was saying, but Johnny however had a more dry sense of humour. He didn’t seem to realise how funny he really was. He was more serious about life, reflected Orlando but Johnny’s the one who seems to be living his life exactly the way he wants too. He doesn’t live by rules made by others, he lives by his own rules and he seemed to be perfectly content in everything about his existence. Orlando admired that about him greatly. He was inspired to by him and enjoyed his conversation.
“I have an idea to help you to stop fidgeting so much.” Suggested Johnny. “Something to focus on, something that involves both the body and the mind.”
Orlando cocked his head and looked at Johnny questioningly.
“Have you ever tried meditation?” Asked Johnny.
“No I haven’t actually. I didn’t think I can sit still long enough to do something like that.” Admitted Orlando.
“Meditation has been used for a long time to calm a person and to help them focus. I think it would be a good thing for you.”
Johnny sat down in front of Orlando and crossed his legs. “Follow me.” He said.
Orlando mirrored Johnny’s posture and sat up straight with his hands on his knees. He felt a bit silly but he wanted to show Johnny that he was eager to learn. Johnny looked very comfortable sitting there with his eyes closed, his face relaxed. The wind was playing lightly with his black hair. Orlando smiled at himself thinking how handsome Johnny looked just sitting there.
“Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. In……. and Out…….”
Orlando closed his eyes and did what Johnny said. His senses were heighted with his eyes closed.
“Buddhists chant to help them focus, or they say a positive mantra, over and over in their mind as a form of subliminal positivity.” Explained Johnny. “For example, you can chat something like ‘I am happy’ or “I have everything I need’ over and over in your mind and it will manifest in your mind until it comes true. Understand?”
Orlando had his eye open again, looking at Johnny. He nodded at him and Johnny opened his eyes to look at him.
“Try it.” Johnny smiled at him.
Orlando looked down, slightly embarrassed and raised his eyes to look at Johnny shyly.
“Come on, try it.” Johnny edged him on.
The smell of grass filled Orlando’s senses, he heard birds in chirping the wind blowing through the trees. He felt the warmth of the sun on his shoulders and it made him relaxed.
At first he didn’t know what mantra to chant because he felt pretty damn great at that very moment, just sitting there with Johnny, feeling completely happy and at ease in his company. Sitting so close to him that if he reached out his hand he would be able to touch his face.
Inwardly he groaned.
“I am not gay.” He thought. “I am not gay.” “I am not gay.” “I am not gay.” Over and over again.
“What are you doing? Asked Johnny sharply.
“I am not gay.” Whispered Orlando softly. Orlando opened his eyes widely. “Oops, sorry” He giggled.
“Wha-? Your breath is suppose to slow down, not speed up.” Johnny sighed.
Johnny reached out his hand and took Orlando’s wrists in his palms.
“Turn your wrists up, like this.”
The touch on his skin burned seering hot and Orlando could not move.
“Maybe we will give this a try another time.” Laughed Johnny at the lack of response from Orlando.
It was past midnight and the sky was moonless and dark. Orlando was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, rubbing his arm absentmindedly. Sidi was curled up into a ball next to him, his head resting on his stuffed bear. Orlando was replaying the afternoon in the park over and over in his mind
They spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on a bench watching the world go by in silence. Orlando was stroking Sidi’s head and he was left just as content as his owner. Orlando stole glances at Johnny every now and then and then shyly lowered his eyes again but he was sure that Johnny was doing the same when he wasn’t looking. He could feel the man looking at him and it gave him goosebumps. It would have been so easy to put his arm around the other man but he couldn’t move. He felt heavy like a stone. When Johnny told him it was time he got back to his studio , he felt disappointed in himself for not saying something, or doing something to make the man stay. It felt like a heavy cloud over him and his senses, but the rain never came. He didn’t hide his disappointment from Johnny either in hope that the he would stay, but he didn’t seem to notice .
Reluctantly, Orlando went home with Sidi, had dinner and crawled up in front of the TV to watch some mindless reality show. At eleven thirty he went to bed and played the scene when he first met Johnny in his head. He was touching himself, his hard cock feeling familiar in his own hands, but he pretended it was once again Johnny’s hand pleasing him. He remembered how rough Johnny was with him, hearing his rasping breath in his ear, feeling his unshaved face against his own cheek. But mostly he remembered the feeling of how Johnny had so skilfully touched him. He was painfully hard, his cock throbbing as his imagination went wild. Finally he allowed himself to cum with a deep moan. He felt slightly weird for fantasizing about a man but he figured he would worry about that tomorrow.

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