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Dry Land	By : Taffy217 Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 3890 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: All events are purely fictional. In no way do I insinuate that any of the events here mentioned ever actually happened. Nor do I intend any hurt or grievance against Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom or any other parties mentioned. All events, places and peoples mentioned otherwise are of my own creation, and I make no profit from this story.

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P.S. If you would like a run through or ‘Directors Commentary’ if you will, of the story then let me know and at the end I’ll post a little essay about it. Thanks once again for reading.

Warnings: M/M relationships and sexual content (in later chapters), also rape and physical violence. If this doesn’t ring your bell then please don’t read this story.

Chapter Two

A two-day break. Orlando smiled to himself as he thought of how he was going to spend it. Thinking of his secret lover he felt once again the strange mixture of emotions that always came with him when he thought of Johnny, love, lust, and guilt.
The third, mainly for the haunting thought that he was the reason for Johnny’s divorce, and he hoped not for the first time that he was wrong about that. Not that he could do anything about it even if he wanted to.
He had never broached the subject with Johnny. But then again that wasn’t what their relationship was all about. Maybe that was why he was feeling so squeamish when he thought of his lover’s ex-wife. Maybe the thought that Johnny’s marriage ending over a stupid little fling with him put him on edge. He told himself he didn’t care. What Johnny did was his own business. He hadn’t asked Johnny to leave his wife.
Not that Johnny leaving his wife had brought them any closer to being a ‘couple’ as it were. They were still playing their little game. This would all be over in a couple of weeks and they would both go back to their lives like nothing had happened. If Johnny had left his wife over Orlando then he was a fool, the younger man thought.
Even thought it pained Orlando to admit, they would never work. The effect it would have on their careers, their personal lives. In fact every aspect of their lives. Orlando didn’t want that headache. He did want Johnny though, and it was killing him to be reminded of the fact that it would all be ending soon.
‘Don’t think about it’ he scolded himself, but he couldn’t help it.
Realising that this was turning into a bigger problem than it ought to be, Orlando sighed. He had only planed this to be a casual thing, just some fun. He had desperately wanted Johnny when he first met him. And he knew that Johnny wanted him even though he took some persuading. So why was it beginning to become such a ball ache? Orlando didn’t want these kinds of emotions, didn’t want this kind of tie to anyone.
Coming out of his revere he turned his car into his driveway of his rented house and pulled the hand-break on. ‘I hate this’ he thought to himself turning the ignition off angrily and shoving the door open, slamming it shut behind him.
Johnny was probably right. It was best to end this after filming was finished. Johnny was always right about this. But still, knowing that didn’t ease his tempestuous thoughts.
Forcing his key into the lock he was surprised to find his door open. Pushing it open he tentatively stepped over the threshold. “Hello?” he called. There was no answer. “Hello?” he called again moving further into the house, still no answer. “Is someone there?”
Slinging his bag down in the hall he moved in to the living room careful to make enough noise to alert anyone that he was in the house. “Hello?” he called again, still no answer. ‘This isn’t funny’ he thought as he searched the rest of his house, but found it empty. Coming back to his front door he closed it and made sure it was locked before sitting down in the front room and flipping the T.V on. ‘Maybe I just left it unlocked when I went out?’ he mused as he flicked through the channels. But he couldn’t remember doing that. He was pretty sure that he closed and locked the door this morning. ‘Maybe Johnny came round and forget to lock it when he left?’ was the other thought that went through his head. They each had the others house key, but something nagged at him that Johnny would have mentioned it. The thought left him uneasy but he dismissed it after a while and settled down to watch television, waiting for the right time to go and surprise his lover.

Johnny couldn’t get the feeling that he was being watched out of his mind. Every time he went close to his window the prickly feeling in the back of his head made him feel uneasy and he checked a few times that there was no one out there in the darkness. Looking at his wall clock the time read 10:05pm.
He had given up waiting on Orlando, knowing that he would probably be out somewhere with the rest of the cast and crew getting slaughtered. They had just been given a two-day break and Johnny had no illusions of how his lover might be spending the first couple of hours. The thought kind of left him slightly bitter, but he knew he had no right to be. ‘He can do what ever he likes’ Johnny thought. ‘He’s not attached to my hip. We’re not each others keeper.’ He added for good measure, just to try and make him feel a tiny bit better about being alone and substituted by his fellow cast members. The thought did no good however and he was still left with the feelings of hurt and disappointment.
‘Oh just grow up’ he thought to himself as he plonked himself down on his sofa and turned on the television. He had resigned himself to a night of Letterman and other chat shows with a bottle of wine at hand, and he thought once again to his absent lover. ‘Oh no you don’t!’ he scolded himself as he literally shook his head to get the thoughts out. ‘Not tonight.’

Johnny awoke to the feeling that some body was standing over him. They were very close. He could feel their breath on his face and their body heat covering his own sprawled out frame.
Cracking his eyes open he jumped to find Orlando hovering over him, a delicious smile playing on his lips.
Looking down he discovered his trousers had been unbuttoned and that his lover’s hand was currently working its way into his underwear.
“Surprise!” Orlando said lightly as he brushed his lips against Johnny’s.
The initial fear gave way to relief and indeed surprise as he let his lover kiss him. He had fallen asleep on the couch some where around 10:30pm, the television still spewing out imported American crap.
“Didn’t think you’d be coming round tonight.” Johnny confessed as he shifted to allow for better access into his trousers.
“Thought I’d surprise you.” Orlando said holding up his set of keys and waving them around before throwing them to the side and settling down next to his lover on the sofa. “Are you surprised?” he asked kissing Johnny’s neck, tasting the skin he found there.
“Very!” Johnny replied closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations his evocative younger lover brought to him. “But in a good way.”
Letting the silence stretch out, Johnny allowed himself a small note of victory over his earlier thoughts. Orlando had come to see him, not his friends. Orlando was here with him in his house, with his hands down his trousers making him feel wonderful. Johnny smiled; he had to allow himself this.
He was hard now, his breathing become more ragged as he let himself sink further and further in to the bliss that Orlando was creating for him.
“Mmm, thought you’d be out with all the rest of them.” He said letting his breath hitch, knowing that it pleased Orlando to hear it.
He felt the younger man smile against his neck as he answered. “Couldn’t be bothered… wanted to come and spend the night with the greatest fuck in the world.” he replied thinking that it would please Johnny to hear him say those things.
A deep jolt of pain with a healthy dose of reality shot through the older man then. A bleak reminder that this was indeed only a ‘fuck’ in Orlando’s mind was conveyed to him and he couldn’t deny the fact that it hurt. A lot.
Suddenly the passion was gone and Johnny was left feeling very cold. “Right, that all this is to you then?” he asked bitterly.
Orlando stopped his ministrations and looked at his lover. “What?” he asked a little taken aback.
“That all I am, just a great fuck?” Johnny asked anger now taking hold of his tone.
“Well, you were the one who said this couldn’t go on. I thought…I thought, well you know.” Orlando said trying to convey that although he didn’t think it, this really was only just a fuck, and would all be over too soon. “I thought you didn’t want to get too serious… with filming coming to and end?” Orlando implored. He didn’t understand. If Johnny wanted this to be anything more, then what was he doing talking about ending it all?
“I don’t want to get too serious. But it would be nice to be thought of as more than just a great fuck!” Johnny replied his voice raising in heat and volume. The words came as a physical blow to Orlando. Had Johnny honestly not realised by now that he was something more to the young man? Although Orlando was an actor he had hoped that Johnny had seen through his attempts at non-chalance and understood that he loved the older man without him having to say it, but apparently not. “Hey come on, that’s not what I meant.” Orlando replied as he returned to kissing the older man in an attempt to return the passion.
Johnny had had enough. He was fed up of this ‘guess what I mean without me having to say it game.’ They were playing too many games already. He threw off his lover’s hand and sat up, pulling himself away. “I think you should leave.” He said quietly, wishing that he didn’t have to.
Orlando’s face darkened, the feelings of hurt and rejection that he had tried not to feel at his lover’s harsh words taking him over. Shoving himself away he stood up. “Fine!” he snarled picking up his bag and keys that he had dropped by the side of the couch, knocking over the glass of wine that had been stood untouched on the coffee table. Without a look back, Orlando stormed out the door.
“Shit!” Johnny hissed to himself running his hands through his unkempt blonde hair. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Why had he done that? Why not just let Orlando fuck him? After all that was what they had been doing for the past God knew how long. Why had he suddenly taken offence to the idea that this was all just a bit of fun? ‘Because you love him!’ his inner voice whispered to him. “Shut up!” he said to himself, fisting his hair in both his hands. Swinging his legs round he zipped his trousers back up. “This is such bullshit!” he whispered, picking up the knocked over wineglass. Twisting it in his fingers he thought again of his lovers words and the anger and hurt returned. Thinking of his own stupid reaction made them even worse and he threw the wineglass at the wall, watching as it smashed into a thousand pieces. Not feeling in the slightest bit better he stood up and resigned himself to bed, knowing full well that he wouldn’t get any more sleep tonight.
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