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Fairytale of New York COMPLETE	By : RobbiesMonkey Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3100 -:- 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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Chapter Six

By the time Saturday rolled around Orlando had managed to convince himself that the dream meant nothing and it was just one of those weird things you occasionally dream about. It hadn't meant a thing. He had flirted outrageously with one of the wardrobe girls to reinforce his heterosexuality and had decided it was just a fluke. It hadn't meant a thing.

He had his hair done by Jan before he left set, flat ironed to look like Harry Potters with a heavy bang and he had on his school boy uniform and cloak with the ugly striped scarf when the doorbell rang. He went to open the door and was staring down the barrel of a gun. The gun was attached to Logan wearing a buckskin leather jacket with fringes up the arms, a well worn cowboy hat, a bandanna around his neck and jeans with chaps over them and even a gun holster around his hips.

“Freeze Partner.” He said in a really bad John Wayne impersonation before bursting out laughing. “Man that is the nerdiest thing I have ever seen.” Pointing to Orlando's costume.

“Just wait til I find my magic wand and turn you into donkey or something.” He replied, moving to the side to let Logan in. “Your costume is great.”

“Yeah...Teddy let me borrow his jacket. He used to idolize Bon Jovi. And I got the rest at the Thrift Stores.” Logan told him, holstering his toy gun. “Are you almost ready?”

“Yes...I just need to find my wand.”

“Okay...where did you last see it?” Logan asked.

“I don't remember. You look here and I'll look in the bedroom.” He instructed and walked toward the bedroom. Logan looked under the table and then under the couch, then lifted the couch cushions and found it lodged under there along with about 4 dollars in coin and a crumpled 10 dollar bill.

“Hey Orlando, if I find money in the couch do I get to keep it?” Logan called out.

“Only if you find the wand.”

“Well I'm 14 bucks richer then.” Logan said as Orlando cam back into the room.

“Your wand...Harry. It's a bit on the small side.” Logan teased.

“Its not the size of the wand...it's the magic it makes.” Orlando joked back. “Come on let's go. I am going to get so fucking knackered tonight.”

“Knackered? What's that mean? Speak English will you?” Logan teased and Orlando couldn't help the grin the broke out on his face. Hanging out with Logan always put him in a good mood. Plus tonight Logan smelled like leather and there was none of that strange sweet smell from the other night.

“Keep up that sort of talk and I'll tell Claire you fancy her.” He threatened.

“Whatever you do, don't leave me alone with her tonight.” Logan said seriously.

“Well you are going to owe me then. And no more disparaging remarks about the size of my wand.”

“I'm sure you wand makes the most wondrous magic.” Logan snickered. Inspite of himself Orlando smiled back.

'I am so drunk and I am so flirting with Orlando.' Logan thought to herself, as she drunkenly leaned against the wall. Orlando was standing close to her, swaying back and forth in front of her. They had spent most of the evening talking to each other and occasionally someone else who happened to join in. And touching, she couldn't seem to stop touching him, reaching out to tug on his hair, pat his arm or just lean up against him so their arms brushed; and it seemed to her he was touching her more then usual, pushing her cowboy hat down over her eyes several times, slinging his arm around her shoulders a couple of times and his breath has wafted over her neck and ear too many times to count. The alcohol made her forget that she wasn't interested in getting a boyfriend especially one that thought she was a man.

“You know all night you have insulted my magic wand and I haven't made one slight against your pistol.” Orlando said with a not quite slur.

“Because there's nothing at all wrong with my pistol.” She replied with a wink. She had never been so flirtatious, granted she had been with Chad for son long and he would never have put up with any sort of flirting but even before Chad she hadn't really practiced on other boys.

“Never any complaint's that it went off too early?”

“Nope...why having a problem with premature magicalation are you?” She laughed, pleased when he joined her.

“Not me.”

“Sure you aren't.” She teased, her voice dropping slightly and her breath catching in her throat at his look which had suddenly turned dangerous.

“Do you need me to prove it to you?” He asked, and Logan knew they had gone too far, the tension between them was too thick, wound to tightly.

“I think I could use another drink what about you?” She asked him, he nodded and she went to the bar, breathing a sigh of relief, she had to be careful around him.

'I'm gay.' Orlando thought to himself as he watched Logan walk away. Staring at Logan's cute little ass as he walked. He wanted nothing more then to shove Logan up against the wall and kiss him, devour him.

'Maybe it's just the alcohol. Or maybe I'm Bi.' He had been with a lot of women...and had never once been attracted to men. It must just be Logan, before he met Logan he was a perfectly straight heterosexual man. Now he was thinking about kissing a man and wondering how Logan would look when he was sucking Orlando's dick. And Logan hadn't helped matters, he had been touching Orlando all night, making his mind wander to places it shouldn't be going, like what did Logan's mouth taste like? And how would a Logan's body feel next to his? He made up his mind as Logan headed back toward him that after this drink he was leaving and he was not drinking around Logan anymore...it was just too tempting and there was no way Orlando Bloom was going to gay.

“Here you go.” Logan said handing it to him.

“After this drink, I'm going to go home.” Orlando told him.

“I was thinking the same thing. It's pretty much done now anyway.” There were only about 10 people left now and they seemed to be winding up their evening as well. To Logan's delight Claire had left with one of the stunt men.

“We can share a cab again.” Orlando offered and Logan nodded sipping her drink. The easy talk was gone now it was just replaced with stifled conversation and stolen looks when the other was looking. More then once Orlando had to tear his gaze away from Logan's mouth, especially when he licked his lips after each sip of his drink. To Orlando's horror he had an erection under his Harry Potter robe and every time he caught a glimpse of Logan's pink tongue it actually seemed to get harder, almost twitching in Logan's direction. He gulped down the remainder of his drink, just wanting to get home and get Logan out of his mind. Logan finished his drink up a moment later and they said their good byes to the remaining people and left, hailing a cab in front of the building a few minutes later. They drove in silence, heading to Orlando's first since he was closer. When they pulled up in front of Orlando's hotel, he began to pull some money out of his wallet for his half of the cab fare, he handed Logan the money and started to say good night. Once more that pink tongue peeked out of Logan's lips, wetting them, shining in the light from the streetlights and Orlando couldn't resist it any longer. He pulled Logan to him by the leather jacket he was wearing and kissed him. Logan didn't resist him at all, immediately kissing him back, mouth opening and tongues dancing, moaning into each others mouths.

“Look guys take it into the hotel...I gotta get going.” The cabbie said to them, pulling them from their embrace where they stared at each other wide-eyed and surprised. Orlando jumped from the cab and slammed the door, not looking back as the cab pulled away. He walked wobbly to his room and began to pull his costume off, heading for bed. The taste of Logan still in his mouth, the feel of his lips against his own. He didn't even take time to get undressed before he flopped down on his bed and pulled out his aching dick. Images of Logan flashing through his mind as he stroked himself almost violently, as if to punish himself for these thoughts and action, coming all over his hands and stomach with Logan's face in his mind.

Gasping for breath he laid still for a moment. “I am so gay.” He groaned.

Teddy and Joey weren't home when Logan got back to her place, she went to her room and changed into her pajamas and got into bed, her mind whirling a mile a minute thinking about Orlando and the way he had kissed her in the cab. The way they had shamelessly flirted all night. The feel of his breath on her neck, soon she was very wet and very uncomfortable. Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep like that she slid her hand into her pants and slowly began to touch herself, wishing it was his hand, the long shapely fingers, with just a hint of callous on them from the sports he played, imagining his lips on her neck, moving down to her breasts and catching a nipple in his teeth. It didn't take long for Logan to orgasm, her body jerking and bucking against her own hand, Orlando's name on her lips.

tbc....
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