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Tullamore Dew	By : Nyssa Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Farrell Views: 4824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Colin Farrell. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Okay“, Orlando agrees and rises to his feet, so that Colin is the one who has to look up now. Let’s see if you can handle me, too. "Do you have –“

Colin cuts him off. "Drawer of the nightstand left to the bed. Choose one.”

Wordlessly Orlando walks over to the bed and pulls out the drawer. He raises an eyebrow involuntarily as his gaze falls on many varying condom wrappers and a few lubrication tubes. And two pairs of handcuffs. Good God, this is getting better and better, thinks Orlando while he rummages in the drawer and lets several condoms fall through his fingers – all sorts of colours, with different and pretty exotic flavours, even a few with nubs and ribs and some very uncommon examples – until he finds what he’s looking for. Extra lubricated. He knows from experience that he usually needs pretty ample preparation, but he isn’t so sure if Colin will go into this, and since he isn’t really into pain... Better be on the safe side.

When he straightens up again, strong, naked and tattooed arms close around him from behind, a warm, undressed chest presses against his back, and a stubbly chin comes to rest on his shoulder.

“So which one did you pick?“ Colin asks with a grin and plucks the small square wrapper from Orlando’s hand. “How boring… I was hoping you were into something more wicked.“

“Maybe later“, Orlando replies and turns around in the embrace so he can look the other man in the eyes.

“Believe me, sweetie“, Colin says insinuatingly and with a smug smile, “when I’m done with you, you won’t be up for a later.”

And before Orlando can have a say in this, Colin leans forward and closes the short distance between their mouths. Orlando gasps, taken aback but not at all deprecative, and puts a hand onto Colin’s muscular upper arm. The other one he rapturously ploughs into Colin’s short hair that is still moist from the shower. He never expected to be kissed by the Irishman. Not on the mouth, and definitely not like this. But he isn’t complaining, because this feels just too good, those demanding lips on his own, this unfamiliar, teasing tongue in the cave of his mouth… Colin tastes highly of alcohol and cigarettes, but the kiss is far too deep and too intoxicating as to repel Orlando in any way. The Brit is already feeling dizzy with arousal and without even being aware of it he starts to rub himself against Colin’s hip diffidently, but that only fans the fire inside of him instead of easing the painful desire. A greedy moan escapes Orlando’s throat as the tongue of the other man provokes his own and then flickers along his upper lip with devotion, before Colin disconnects from him with a soft smacking sound.

“Come on“, the Irish actor instructs, pulls back from Orlando’s hands to sit down on the edge of the bed and drops the condom next to him on the blanket. Silently and with a pounding heart Orlando lets his hungry eyes glide down Colin’s muscular, tanned chest and stomach, until his gaze cavalierly lingers on his crotch. Orlando almost holds his breath as Colin opens his jeans and, without any inhibition, releases his erection. Pretty impressive, but nothing Orlando couldn’t deal with.

“Don’t stand around like that. Strip”, Colin tears him from his thoughts a little harshly, and without hesitating Orlando starts to take off his shoes, socks, trousers and underwear, until he’s completely naked.

“And now come over here, sweetie. Sit down.“ Quickly, Colin leans over to the nightstand to get hold on one of the tubes, and then pulls Orlando close who promptly lowers himself onto him, straddling him. Orlando bends forward and kisses Colin’s throat, just above the plaited leather straps with the cross-shaped pendant he wears around his neck. He isn’t sure if Colin enjoys it, or whether he even consents to caresses like these, but actually Orlando doesn’t care. Orlando enjoys it, so he keeps up with it, and the taste of Colin’s skin is just divine. When he feels the legs of the Irishman spread under him and, with that, simultaneously open Orlando a little, and Colin flick open the tube behind Orlando’s back, he sucks even harder on the soft neck, his heart hammering away with anticipation. But when purposeful, slick fingers finally stroke over his opening without warning or inhibition, his lips let go of Colin and give rein to a groan.

Hurriedly but very thoroughly, Colin spreads lots of lube on him, his fingers sleek and deft, the many rings he’s wearing hard and a little cold on Orlando’s delicate skin. The Brit gets ready for taking said fingers in deeply, but nothing like that happens. Instead, the intimate touches cease, and shortly afterwards something extremely slippery and elastic is being pushed into Orlando’s hand. The unwrapped condom.

“Come on, slip it on my dick.“ Colin’s breath is warm against Orlando’s cheek, and his voice is now more hushed and throaty than just a moment ago, but not less commanding. Swallowing hard, although his mouth seems to be totally parched, Orlando directs his lust-blurred gaze downwards, where both of their erections are trapped between their bodies, and for the first time he touches Colin there. Hot, full and hard as stone he lies in his gently massaging hand, and as Orlando’s gaze flickers back up to Colin’s face, he sees with satisfaction that the eyelids of the Irishman are half-closed with sensual pleasure.

“Get going“, Colin whispers, aroused, and Orlando complies. Rolls the slick condom down on the other man’s stiff shaft, and Gods does he pray to heaven above that Colin doesn’t notice how shaky his hands are. He moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue nervously, tries to make his clouded thoughts concentrate on the task at hand, and it actually works pretty well, and before Orlando knows what happens Colin grabs his hips, lifts him a little and manoeuvres him around so that Orlando now faces the wall. He still sits on the lap of the Irishman, but now the other way round, and he feels Colin’s hard-on, wrapped in the wet condom, pressing against him eagerly, where his back passes into his bottom, and Colin’s hot breath in his nape.

“What are you waiting for?” Colin asks behind him and lets go of Orlando’s hips again to support himself with his hands on the mattress. Good question, a thought shoots through Orlando’ head. He really is more than ready, although there wasn’t even a foreplay or some other sort of intense preparatory work which he usually needs before letting somebody take him. But this Colin turns him on so much that a few dirty words and some lube are enough to prepare him sufficiently. He’s inside of this room for just about ten minutes now, but he already has the feeling that he will go mad or die with desire if Colin’s cock isn’t inside him in a flash.

With one hand he reaches behind him, getting hold of the firm erection of the Irishman, while with the other one he supports himself on Colin’s knee. Then he rises a little to get himself into the right position, and with a single, slow and flowing motion lowers himself onto Colin, taking him in completely with the first try, as deeply as he will go. Colin doesn’t really groan, but his breathing comes and goes more laboured now, and one of his hands claws for Orlando’s upper arm. The young Brit is sweating already, even though the physical strain is still kept within a very tolerable limit, and his eyes close because of the intense, possessing sensation of the other man inside of him.

“Move your ass, kitty“, Colin suddenly says close behind him and it’s only a whispered murmur, so steamy that Orlando almost moans out aloud, just from the ring to this sensual voice. “C’mon now…“ And Orlando obeys and starts to move, rises and falls, first slowly, then faster, trembles and shudders, pants and groans, feels himself contracting tightly and pulsatively around this hard and heavy erection which he drives into his body again and again...

“That’s it, Baby“, the voice behind him whispers, raw and heavy with lust, and the strong hand that was on his upper arm just a moment ago now clutches his shoulder roughly, prodding him into harder movements. “Show me what you got. Come on, do me. Drive me crazy. Make me come.“

Oh Jesus, Orlando thinks, if he goes on like this I’ll come just from his babbling... The climax is already building up inside of him, looming, and makes first twitches run through his body. So he slows down against Colin’s will, in order to retard the inescapable. A strong arm enwinds him, holds him steady and tries to force him back into the fierce rhythm, but Orlando doesn’t want it to be over so quickly and resists the arm that’s attempting to give instructions to him. Very slowly and restraining he moves on Colin’s lap now, leans backwards until his back is nestled to the Irishman’s chest, and he lets his head sink back, so the back of it can relax on Colin’s broad shoulder. Relieved, he feels that it works, that the tsunami of ultimate delight, which mere heartbeats ago had been speeding towards him, ebbs away gradually, if only a little. If they stay like this for a moment, if they go at it slowly for a minute, then maybe Orlando will calm down a bit and then they could go on in an even wilder manner than before. Just one single minute…

“Fuck, what are you doing?” Colin hisses impatiently, and before Orlando has the chance to tell him his concerns and wishes, the Irishman closes also his second arm around the younger man, somehow rolls over together with him, until Orlando suddenly kneels on the floor in front of the bed, his upper body bent over the edge of the bed and sprawled out on the mattress. Colin is behind him, on his knees, too, which he pushes between Orlando’s legs in order to open him as much as possible while he grabs his hips again as he’d done before, only more roughly now. And then he doesn’t say a single word anymore but takes Orlando harder and faster than he had ever been taken in his whole life.

Bloody hell, we’re going to push this fucking bed across the entire room, Orlando thinks for a second while Colin shoves into him, pressing him almost violently into the bedframe and the mattress, time and again. He moves so jerkily and powerfully in and on him that it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Orlando is aroused, opened up and lubricated to such an extent that the brute passion of the Irishman makes him only wilder and more compliant, until he can’t even groan anymore but only whimpers with enormous lust and pleasure.

“Oh Gods, please…“ Orlando pants after just a few minutes, which seem to him like decades. His whole body screams for release, everything spins around him, and the pressure that's building up inside of him with scary speed, stronger and stronger, seemingly wants to tear him up to thousands of pieces. “Please, Colin… You’re killing me…“

“Just a little more, only a little bit…“ Colin grinds out, breathing very heavily. “Close… I’m really close…“ He detaches one of his hands from Orlando’s hip to crush his whole forearm and a pretty serious mass of his weight down on Orlando’s back, so that the young man can’t slip away and at the same time Colin has more support. Then he rams the Brit into the bed for one more time, so hard that it literally takes away Orlando’s breath. Orlando bangs into the bedframe very untenderly, Colin’s knees rub over the carpet uncomfortably, but they both don’t feel things like these anymore. They only feel the body of the other one, the way they rub against, in and over one another, and the boundlessly increasing lust that claws for them.

Orlando clutches the white sheet while he abandons himself willingly, lets Colin carry on taking him harder and harder, and when also Colin’s other hand lets go of his hip and all of a sudden closes around his throbbing erection, rubbing and massaging him firmly and rhythmically, he can’t hold his fire anymore and cries out. Trapped between the unbearably stimulating hand and the arousingly merciless hardness that’s driving into him, Orlando is coming undone. He feels like melting into the bed and at the same time taking off to spiraling heights, and finally he explodes with loud, ecstatic groans and convulsions, gushing all over the rough hand that tortures him so sweetly.

“Oh my God, that’s it, Baby“, he hears Colin pant above him while his whole body tenses just everywhere and his muscles tighten with fast, uneven spasms, also around the erection of the Irishman who seems to be ready to burst asunder. Orlando bites the sheet in which his face is being pressed, to suppress another scream of lust, while Colin suddenly groans louder, caught in the intoxication of his senses, but to the Brit he sounds as if he is far, far away. “That’s – oh fuck! Jesus – fucking – Christ – Orlando!“

And the totally overwrought Orlando feels Colin quaking, on top of him and inside of him, just everywhere, and one last, deep and animal groan forces itself from the throat of the older man and caresses Orlando between his shoulder blades as Colin collapses all over him. He rests on the slimmer body with his full weight, his forehead pressed against the sweaty back of the younger one. For a while they both don’t say a word. They don’t even stir.

“Shit, that was great“, Colin finally mutters under his breath and forces himself to pull out of Orlando and get up. He lifts the English actor gently, helps him to escape this undoubtedly terribly uncomfortable position in which he’d been arranged all along, manoeuvres him wholly onto the large king-size bed and sits down next to him on the sheet which now is even more rumpled than before, thanks to Orlando’s cramped, grasping hands. Orlando manages only an approving murmur, rolls onto his belly and nestles to the cold pillows which cool down his glowing skin a little. For a few moments he lies there with his eyes closed to gather some energy. He only opens them again when he feels Colin move on the bed. His still somewhat unfocused gaze shifts to the Irishman who’s just about to lean back against the headboard and light a cigarette. Not really surprising. A little smile tugs at the corners of Orlando’s mouth and he presses his face back into one of the big pillows.

“Want a drag, too?” Colin’s voice causes him to look up again, and Orlando is surprised that the arrogance in it seems to have disappeared. Suddenly it strikes him that Colin had said his name directly before his climax, and Orlando can’t remember that he ever introduced himself to the Irishman.

“You know who I am”, Orlando realizes and accepts the lit, started cigarette that Colin is handing him. “You knew it all the time.”

“Of course I know who you are. Jesus, Orlando... What did you think?” Colin smiles amusedly while he watches the younger man take a deep drag, then plucks the cigarette out of his hand again to stick it between his own lips. Orlando rises a little, propping himself up on his elbows. Suddenly total fatigue comes over him, and while he lets the smoke stream from his nostrils he rubs his aching eyes with his fingers.

“May I use your shower before I leave?” he then asks. His whole bottom is slippery beyond bearing, he’s soaked with sweat as if he’d just taken part in a triathlon, and his own semen is uncomfortably sticky on his belly. In his current state he really doesn’t want to slip back in his suit and sneak to the exit of a hotel that’s crowded with celebrities – and probably with paparazzi, too.

“Sure. But you may also shower and stay here, if you want.“

Orlando doesn’t say anything but peers at Colin, scrutinizing and hesitating, until the Irishman adds, “Listen, I’m not going to throw you out, but I won’t ask you to stay, either. Do whatever you think is the right thing to do, you’re old enough to make your own decisions, after all. Shower and leave, or shower and stay.”

“How about taking a shower together and stay? And after we’ve had a good night’s rest, we could maybe get back to my offer from a little while ago... And I think I’d like to use those handcuffs instead of letting them rot in that drawer. Is that option available, too?” Orlando asks boldly and sees how Colin raises his right eyebrow.

“You’re really a modest guy, aren’t you?” the Irishman asks back ironically.

“That’s no answer to my question”, Orlando states insistently.

“Right”, Colin replies and tries to hide a grin, but it doesn’t work very well. Struggling with his smile, he gestures towards the bathroom door. “Go ahead, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“What’s so funny?” Orlando asks while his tiredness almost evaporates in prospect of a shared shower.

Colin’s grin broadens, almost causing the cigarette to drop from the corner of his mouth. “Do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

“No, but I guess you’ll tell me in a moment”, Orlando replies and reaches out to caress Colin’s hip with his hand, and the Irishman doesn’t shy away from the gentle touch but gives Orlando an even wider smile that isn’t snotty at all.

“To hell with Jennifer Garner“, he says with dark-gleamy eyes. “Damn, I just screwed Legolas!“

And now Orlando has to smile, too. And he thinks that he should learn a lesson from Colin; that he should start to enjoy life, take it the way it comes to him and look ahead. He needs to stop pitying himself because none of the men he developed crushes on during shootings in the past wanted him in return, not a single one. Yes, to hell with Viggo, he feels rather sheepish about this immature passing fancy anyway. And to hell with Johnny. What on Earth came over him, it was hopeless anyway, Johnny is a family man after all. And to hell with Josh, Heath and Jude. Let them be happy with their girlfriends and wives... To hell with these Danes, Americans, Australians and Brits. Orlando found something new, something better for himself, something with brighter and more hopeful and wonderfully wild and exciting prospects... Someone who finally seems to be a fitting match.

...Taste the real Irish flavour...

And with the most honest, most satisfied and most optimistic smile in a long time, Orlando rises from the bed and vanishes into the bathroom...
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