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Change of Script	By : DevilsOwn Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3198 -:- 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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Disclaimer: No - I don't know Orlando Bloom. And I don't know Brad Pitt. I have no knowledge of their sexual orientation - and to my best of knowledge (well, coinsidence does happen) none of this ever happened. It's pure fantasy and fiction.

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A consistent knocking on his hotelroom door finally made Orlando, hair still wet from a long bath, turn off the tv and get up to open.
He wasn’t pleased.
After a long and exhausting day on the set; with an unmerciful sun burning deep into his already golden-tanned skin, all he really wanted, was to do nothing - talk to nobody. To just be alone and pretend tomorrow would come no sooner than next week.
This movie wore him out, and being disturbed wasn’t part of his plans for a well-deserved quiet evening.
Tightening the black, silky bathrobe around his slender waist he went for the doorknob; a biting remark ready on his tongue for whomever was out there.

“Oh....” he said.
Brad Pitt, one hand still raised for another knock, stood in the dimlighted hallway, carelessly leaning against the doorframe. Orlando was surprised to say the least.

“Hey....? What are you doing here?”

A cocky smile showed on Brad’s face as he looked over Orlando’s shoulder to have a quick view of the room inside.

“Sorry, to bother you, Bloom. Not interrupting anything, am I? I just thought.... well, - Im here because of the changes in the script. Thought it would be a good idea if we talked it over..... and maybe did a little uh...practical rehearsing - seeing how the shooting of that scene is planned for tomorrow.”

Brad didn’t wait for a reply. Pushing away from the doorframe he took a step forward, causing Orlando to step aside.

“May I come in?”

Sure, why not - you’re already in as I see it. Shrugging his shoulders, Orlando closed the door and turned to face his co-player. Brad looked good. He always did. Long blonde hair falling onto the shoulders of a loosefitting black shirt which was tugged into tight worn-out jeans.
He must have had an even harder day on the set than I had - but it doesn’t show, Orlando thought to himself.

Bidding Brad to sit down on the big couch, he asked: “Change of script? What change? For tomorrow? Why wasn’t I informed about this sooner?”

“You weren’t informed yet?” Seating himself, Brad raised an eyebrow; taking a long look at Orlando which made the younger actor lower his gaze. He’s so cute, Brad thought. And so shy.
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me,” he continued - “I only got the news myself - and the changed script - about an hour ago. Maybe they thought you’d already gone to bed and didn’t want to wake you up...”

Orlando looked back up to meet Brad’s gaze. “Really?” he asked. “What changes exactly?”

Brad silently cleared his throat. “Well, I skimmed the papers and it seems they want to put in this extra scene between Achilles and Paris.”
He paused and reached for the an open pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him. Waiting a few seconds more to give Orlando a chance to get the meaning of his words before he continued. “For the adult version...... you know?”

Lighting the cigarette Brad leaned back, legs wide spread and one arm casually resting on top of the couch’s back, as he tilted his head and blew out a quiet steam of blue-grey smoke. He looked at the guy still standing up; arms crossed over his chest to keep the bathrobe together.

“I think they made the decision to put it in there only today.”

“Adult version?” Orlando asked and took a confused look around him before slowly nodding in what seemed to be quiet resignation. “Hmm - Adult version....! I see... But why Achilles and Paris? Why not Achilles and Briseis? Or Hector and Andromache? Or Paris and Helen for that matter...?”

Brad smiled. “You’d like that, huh, Bloom? Well.... there will be a steamy scene between Hector and his wife. And probably one between Odysseus and Patroclus, too. You know... that was the thing with those people -- back then. The males in ancient Greece had such a thing for each other... - no big surprise.”

He stopped to inhale again, dragging the smoke deep into his lungs before slowly letting it back out through white teeth and sensual-shaped lips, while sending Orlando a perceptive glance.

“Uh... yeah....sure - sure!” Orlando had started pacing up and down - obviously considering this new information. He let go of the grip on the bathrobe, which caused it to fall aside and expose his slim, smooth, near-naked body underneath.

Brad sent him a smirk and looked down, saying: “You look even better in boxers than you did in that sexy little skirt you wore on the set today!”

It seemed Orlando didn’t listen though. Still walking back and forth he turned his eyes on Brad again. “But I don’t have the added script-scenes.... how can we go over them when we don’t know what they want us to do?”

Brad winked. “How lucky for us then, that I have it right here!” Leaning back a bit further he reached into his hip pocket and fished out a piece of paper, which he slowly unfolded while carefully studying the expression on Orlando’s face.

Orlando looked puzzled. “Just one sheet?”

“Yeah,” said Brad. “That’s all there is. I guess they thought we might uh..... improvise..... uh.... you know!”
Handing out the single piece of paper he patted the couch and beckoned Orlando to take a seat next to him. “Come, young Prince.... sit down and look it over..... let me know what you think!”

Orlando sat beside his co-star and took the sheet with one hand while wrestling out a cigarette from the same pack Brad had a few minutes ago. His eyes ran over the paper and he started reading out loud, fragments from what was written on there.

“Additional scene for adult version of the movie Troy - staring Achilles & Paris. Hmmm.... Hector has accidentally killed Patroclus in a fight with the belief he was actually fighting Achilles. The people of Troy all know, that Achilles will want to take blood and life for revenge..... Hmmm.... Paris, thinking of a way to prevent a deadly fight between his brother and the halfgod warior, decides to go to Achilles’ headquarters to try and talk Achilles out of demanding a one-on-one duel.... Hmmm....!”

At this point Orlando turned to Brad and said: “That’s plausible. Paris would do that. He loves Hector and will do anything to save his life.....!”

Brad made an agreeable gesture and nodded. “Yes, - of course! Paris is no coward.” He tried to suppress a sarcastic smile - but Orlando caught it and started blushing. Then turned his attention to the paper again and read on.

“Paris finds Achilles in his tent and sneaks in. It seems Achilles is almost expecting this visit and sends Briseis out the back. Paris begs of Achilles to not harm his bro....” Interrupting his own reading, Orlando sighed out loud. “He begs? Can’t he just ask? Why do they want him to be begging. I will come off like a complete chicken!”
This time he didn’t wait for Brad to comment. Picking up where he left he started reading again.

“Achilles agrees to not harm Hector under the condition that Paris will stay the night in his tent and serve as his toy till dawn...... Hmmmm...... BP and OB will figure out a way to improvise this part...... - dawn comes and Paris is about to go back to Troy when stopped by Achilles who asks Paris to give his greatings to Hector and let him know he will come for him later that same day..... Hmmmm?”

Orlando once again stopped reading. He skimmed the lines he had just gone over - and then once more. With a sulky face he threw the sheet at the table.

“But.... Achilles had told him he wouldn’t harm Hector..... so why......?”

“Just read the last part,” said Brad. He knew Orlando wouldn’t like it. He was already portrayed so cowardly in the real movie that this next part would be a slap in his face.

Orlando bent forward to pick the sheet back up. The bathrobe tightening over his back, revealed his slender features and Brad had to hold his breath for a second to not let out a needy moan at the sight.

“Well..... The scene ends with Paris whispering: ‘but you promised.....’ and then Achilles softly laughing: ‘My young Prince of Troy! I enjoyed this night with you. You did well. You really did. But I’m Achilles. I’m a fighter. That’s what I do. I was born and made to fight and kill. So obviously.... the promise I made about leaving your brother alone.... - I lied’.
Paris silently sobs and backs embarrassed, tricked and humiliated out of Achilles tent.
End of scene.”

The young actor seemed to be in loss of words for a while. Then slowly leaned back, took a deep breath and looked blushingly at the man next to him and said: “So - basically - I will have to act as your begging lovetoy - your slave - your slut more like it - for that scene - if I understand things right?”

Brad frowned in feigned surprise. “You have a problem with that, Bloom? Come on - I know you’ve done it before. I know that certain scenes were arranged to take place in that Pirate-movie you were in....... scenes that never made it to the movie - but! you did practice them with Johnny.... - that sequence that was supposed to take place on board the Interceptor, right? And the crooked darling Captain Sparrow taught you a bit more than plain piracy......!”

For a moment it seemed as if Orlando was about to jump out of his skin. Instead he stood and turned his back to the one causing his heart to suddenly race with the speed of lightning. He threw both arms in the air, ran a hand through still halfwet hair and slowly turned to face Brad.

With a voice he could hardly control, he asked: “How... how can you know about that? That - that - that scene was just a rehearsal - it wasn’t even - wasn’t even filmed.......!”

He was rewarded only with a taunty smile from the guy in front of him. A smile saying is that what you think, dear Orlando..... well, think again!

Orlando continued: “Okay... okay.... you’re right..... it’s true....I did practice that scene with Johnny.... but....it never made it to the movie....it was eventually cut from the script .... it was never filmed.... !”

He cast a quick glance at Brad who seemed to silently enjoy himself - which only got Orlando to keep talking, his voice more desperate with each word.

“We never went all the way......!” he said, and Brad once again smiled that selfsatisfied smile which about drove Orlando nuts.

“What? What?” Orlando was close to yelling now. “Johnny and I practiced that scene - but we didn’t go all the way..... it was just kissing and touching and......uh.....”.

With a quick move, Brad grabbed Orlando’s wrist and pulled ham back on the couch. Green eyes burning with desire as he placed a hand on Orlando’s shoulder to make sure he didn’t get back up. He said: “Don’t try to fool me, Bloom. I know what I saw - and it was definitely more than some kissing - it was definitely all the way!”

“What do you mean ‘what you saw’?”
Trying to back off, Orlando was restained by Brad’s hand. Slowly lowering his gaze, he resigned and said: “Where? Where did you see that?”

Placing a finger under Orlando’s chin, Brad made him look back up and said: “Johnny and I go back a long time, my friend, - I’ve known him since around the time he did that Gilbert Grape-movie. Johnny made sure your practicing was filmed - and he kept the tape.... - to tell the truth, he and I have watched it together from time to time.....!”

Orlando gulped but didn’t break eyecontact.
“Really?” It was a mere whisper and since he seemed more surprised than mad or upset, Brad just smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.... ! It’s a nice scene, Bloom. Too bad they didn’t put it in the movie.....!”

Once again a blush showed on Orlando’s handsome face. But a subtle smile played on his lips as he quietly muttered to himself: “He had us filmed... Hmmm....”

Brad chose to not comment on it any further. Instead he let the finger slide from Orlando’s chin, moving it slowly over his cheek. He sent Orlando a questioning look.

“So.... what do you think? Are you up to some scene-practice?”

The finger slid back down Orlano’s cheek to follow the fine line of his upper-lip before slowly running it down the younger actors neck to slip inside the open bathrobe, where his hand carressed the soft, silky skin of Orlando’s chest. He could feel the rythm of an unregular heartbeat against his fingers as he reached a rigid nipple.
Orlando opened his mouth to say something, but then changed his mind and instead turned to face Brad and put a hand behind his neck, beneath silky, blonde hair, and slowly pulled him close enough to meet his lips. The kiss was soft but short and he could still feel Brad’s breath on his skin as he pulled away and got to his feet.

“Yeah.... sure - why not,” he said; offering a hand to the man on the couch; who took it and got up as well.

Standing face to face, Brad leaned in and placed another short, soft kiss on Orlando’s lips, as if to return the gesture from a few seconds ago. Then he put an arm around Orlando’s waist and smiled.

“Well then.... wouldn’t the best place to practice be in the bedroom?”

Orlando laughed; took both their cigarettes and put them out in the oval-shaped ashtray.

“This way, warrior!”

Brad followed him through the open door leading to a large hotel-bedroom, in which a kingsized bed was placed in the middle of a black-carpeted floor. The bed held a velvet, purple drape, running from ceiling to floor. It was just perfect.

“Your tent......!” said Orlando and gestured Brad to inspect it.

“It will do,” Brad answered as he began to unbutton the black shirt, which was so deliciously shaping his body.

Orlando turned to him and said: “Let me help you with that.”
Slowly Orlando tugged the shirt from Brad’s pants and finished the unbuttoning. A smooth, silky torso showed. A chest almost golden from the many hours spent in the open under a burning, southern sun. Orlando swallowed as he ran both hands up that soft chest to pull the shirt down Brad’s broad shoulders. It landed on the thick carpet with no sound, and as he enjoyed the sight of Brad’s biceps and well-trained stomach, he began tugging at the belt to free him of his pants as well.
But Brad pushed him away. “No,” he said. “Not yet!”

As Orlando sent him a quizzical look, Brad kicked off shoes and socks and went to the bed to take it into possession. He lay on it, one arm behind his neck, one hand softly, self-teasingly playing with his own left nipple.
“Let’s take it from the beginning, Bloom. I’m here with Briseis and you come sneaking in ..... to do some serious begging!” He grinned.

Orlando suppressed a peppery remark and nodded. “So be it,” he said.

Slowly he got on to the bed but stayed at the foot-end. With a fast move, Brad grabbed for an imaginary dagger. Abrubtly he sat up and questioned: “Who are you? What are you doing in my tent?” He smiled to excuse the input and said: “That was an easily remembered, - lightly paraphrased line from my time as whining vampire!”

Orlando chuckled.
“I am Paris, Prince of Troy. I’ve come here to ask of you not to hate my brother for what he did to your cousin today. He thought it was you.....!”

Brad sent him a condencenting look.
“Prince of Troy? Paris? You show more nerve than you actually have, by coming here. But I’ve been expecting you. I knew you’d come crawling; begging for your brother’s life. He saved yours - though not your dignity - when you crawled away - hands and knees - from Menelaos -- and now you want to return the favor!”
The mockery tone was obvious, and Orlando about gritted his teeth.

“Please, Achilles. I will do anything. Anything. Just spare my brother’s life.”

Brad looked to the right and made a dismissing gesture to an invisible Briseis. “Leave us!” he said. Then turned to Orlando; considering the siutation before speaking.

“Very well, Prince. Take my suggestion or leave it - but it will be the only way for you to save Hector’s life!”

Orlando swallowed. “And your suggestion being?”

“Being that you spend the night with me, do whatever I ask of you, and by dawn you go back to hide behind the walls of Troy. And in return - I promise not to duel Hector!”

Orlando swallowed once again and it showed in his eyes that - for once - he would prefer the roles to be switched. Why did he always have to do the pussyparts?

“If that is what it takes to keep my brother alive - what can I do for you then, Achilles?”

Brad gave him an inquisitorial look. He studied the young man before him from toes to hips, to chest, to face - and back down again.

“First of all you can show me what you’ve got. Step out of your robe and get rid of the boxers!”

Orlando got off the bed and stood to the right of it, letting the bathrobe fall and shyly stepped out of the boxers.

“Don’t be shy,” said Brad. “I see Helen’s point! Your lack of courage is made up for underneath your clothes, young Prince!” He rewarded Orlando with glance of acknowledgement.

Orlando blushed. He looked at the man laying on the bed, who seemed so annoyingly confident with himself. Oh yes. Brad looked good, and Orlando had no problems with the lust he felt for him. On the contrary. He wanted him. Wanted him bad. If only their parts could have been reversed.... then he would teach the blonde a lesson....!

Brad interrupted his thoughts. “Now, - free me of these hampering pants!”

Climbing back onto the silky sheets of the huge bed, a naked Orlando kneeled to Brad’s right side and quickly opened the buckle. He took it more slow with the zipper as Brad could no longer hide a growing erection. Not that he tried to hide it anyways, - it just showed - and felt - more explicit against Orlando’s hand, now that he touched and sensed it behind the bulging jeans.
As tight as they seemed to cling to Brad’s slender body, the jeans came off surprisingly easy, and Orlando soon realised that Brad didn’t wear anything under them. For a quick moment he wondered to himself if that was the case, too, when Brad wore that little skirt on the set.....

The blonde actor sat up. He cast Orlando a fierce, vengeful gaze.
“If you want Hector to go free,” he said, “then you will have to do the suffering and take the pain for my cousin’s death! I loved him, you see! He was so much more to me than just a cousin. He was my best friend. My lover! And you will take my revenge for loosing him!”

Orlando didn’t argue on that, so Brad got off the bed and stood to the left of it, hands placed on lean hips, facing Orlando, still kneeling on the sheets.

“Suck me dry!”

Orlando’s head flew up. He looked at Brad standing before him as if he felt he must have heard him wrong.... - but he soon knew that nothing was wrong with his hearing as his eyes fell on the throbbing erection just a few inches from his face.
As he didn’t take action right away, Brad grabbed him by the hair, pushed his head downwards and pulled him close enough to meet the tip of a throbbing penis with his lips.
“Do it!”

Orlando didn’t hesitate any longer. With a slow swirl of his tongue he took in the taste of Brad’s hard cock. Not bad. Not bad at all. Tentatively he flicked his tongue over the soft head, causing Brad to moan. Then licking his way up the shaft while leaving soft blows of breath on to the sensitive skin. Brad let out a groan and closed his eyes. This was good. This was very good.
As Orlando’s lips returned to the tip, they parted to let Brad’s cock slowly slide inside to fill his hungry mouth.
Another moan, another deep sigh as the Trojan Prince started sucking. Slow at first. Then faster. Deeper. Harder.

“Oh yeah..... that’s just the way I like it,” Brad panted. “Don’t stop!”
Orlando didn’t stop. He changed the rhythm and went from fast to slow, from hard to soft, from deep to barely - and then back to fast, hard and deep, and next another combination - and another - causing Brad to shiver all over - but he never stopped.

As Orlando got a taste of pre-cum on his experienced tongue, he reached up and squeezed his co-star’s balls while his other hand found it’s way to softly scratch Brad’s back.

Brad’s head tilted backwards; long blonde hair flying down his back, and a “Oh my god - mmmhnnnn - oh yeah - mmmmnnnnn - you really are a slut, arent’ you Paris!” as all his muscles tightened and he exploded and shot his juices deep into Orlando’s mouth and throat.
With eyes softly closed, and a satisfied smile on sensually, parted lips, his hands held on to Orlando’s head, and kept the younger actor’s mouth pressed so tight around his now slowly, relaxing penis, that not a drop was spilled.

“Im going to release you now, Paris”, he said, his voice still panting. “But don’t you dare swallow or spit out anything before I tell you so! Do you understand?”

All Orlando could do at this point was nod, so he did, and after a short while, mouth filled with creamy cum that almost made him choke, he finally felt the pressure of Brad’s hands ease; and he slowly drew back. He didn’t dare open his mouth, afraid the juices might run, so he just opened his eyes and slowly turned his head up to meet Brad’s glossy, green eyes.
Brad looked down with a satisfied, patronizing smirk.

“Now - get up here and kiss me. I like the taste of myself - and it gives me all the strength I need......!”

Orlando didn’t believe it. And then he did. Before he knew it, he was mouth to mouth, tongue on tongue with Brad. Cum started running down both their chins as swirling tongues tried hard to conquer each other through hot, demanding lips. Orlando’s arms so tight around Brad’s ribs, as if he couldn’t get close enough to the man who had just fucked his mouth. When it felt to Orlando as if he could no longer breathe, Brad finally let go of his lips and pushed him back on the bed.

“You may spit out now, Prince of Troy,” he said in a mockery tone. But there was nothing left to spit. What remained of the salty juices was now slowly finding it’s way down Orlando’s throat; and it made him cough.

Brad laughed. “You did well. But I’m not pleased. I want to see you satisfied, too, - so you will cum for me, - you pancy, crawling, royal slut!”

Laying back on silky sheets; hair sweaty and breath uneasy, Orlando shook his head. “No, Achilles. I will not!”

“Oh, but you will,” said Brad. “You will.”
He cast Orlando a dirty, contemptuous look as he continued: “I will not even lay a hand on you. I will let you do it all by yourself, Paris!”

As Orlando didn’t change his attitude of resistance, Brad bent down to grab Orlando’s right hand and placed it firmly on the younger guy’s still growing cock.

“I will not do the work for you,” Brad said. “And if you refuse - I may have to bring in Odysseus to fuck you senseless instead. Trust me. You wouldn’t want that. He is without mercy when it comes to that. . . . I know from experience!”

Brad got back up on the bed and laid himself on one elbow, facing Orlando. He smiled.
“Cum for me, Prince, and I’ll let you go!” he seductively tempted.
Leaning over he started to slowly lick Orlando’s neck. It had the wanted effect. Orlando closed his eyes and arched his back - but Brad murmured: “Don’t close your eyes..... I want to watch you..... when you cum for me....!”

As their eyes met, another moan escaped Orlando and he began to slowly stroke himself. He tried to catch Brad’s mouth for another kiss, but Brad teasingly pulled away, and instead resumed licking his way down Orlando’s neck and chest. As he reached one of the sensitive nipples, he closed his teeth around it.

Orlando started and cried out: “You bit me! You fucking bit me!”

Brad losened his grip. “Yeah. Tom Cruise taught me a thing or two about good bites!”

Turning his head, he felt the thunder of Orlando’s racing heart against his cheek, and then continued working his tongue down a soft, saltsweaty stomach. As he reached the navel, he felt Orlando’s hand on his hair, trying to pull him further downwards.

“Remove your hand!” Brad ordered and let his tongue dwell around the navel for what seemed to be forever.

Orlando whimpered. “Please....” he begged. “Go lower.... go lower!” He was jerking off so intensively it wouldn’t be long till he’d cum and he wanted to feel Brad’s mouth on his cock so badly. “Please?”

But Brad said: “No! I already told you I wont do the work for you....!”

He slowly licked his way back up Orlando’s body. As he reached his lips, he kissed him greedily and felt how Orlando returned the kiss with a greed to match his own. Orlando sucked Brad’s tongue in and while his chest was now fast heaving, his breath seemed out of control.
Brad slowly let go of Orlando’s lips and whispered: “Look at me....!”

The younger guy slowly opened his eyes and sent Brad a blurred, begging look. Then he arched and moaned and while keeping eyecontact, he came between his own jerking fingers.
“Oh fuck.... yeah.....mmmmmnnnnhhhh!” Then he closed his eyes and let the release come over him.

***

Still panting, Orlando lay on his back next to Brad; little drops of salty sweat on his heated skin. He turned to look at Brad, who just sent him a what-a-whore-you-are sort of smile. But there was a satisfied gleam in Brad’s eyes as he slowly sat up.

As he ran an index-finger from Orlando’s neck to crotch, causing Orlando to moan, he said: “You’re supposed to be the one crawling out my tent now, remember; - humiliated and obviously on your knees. Because there’s just no way Achilles would spare Hector’s life. But. I will leave now. It’s been a pleasure rehearsing with you, Bloom!”

He bent over and placed a kiss on Orlando’s soft, warm lips before getting off the bed; leaving Orlando there with a puzzled look on his face.

Brad quickly got into his jeans, and as he began buttoning the black shirt, Orlando got on to his elbow and said: “Wait........! Wait. Maybe we need to do another rehearsal?”

Brad didn’t even look up. “No! That will not be necessary!”

“No?” Orlando sounded confused. “Are you sure? I uh...... really enjoyed practicing this scene with you, Brad. But I’m sure we can make it even better......Maybe....- maybe we ought to actually do go all the way? I mean..... wouldn’t they expect that? Tomorrow? At the filming?”

Orlando’s voice was close to desperate begging and Brad smiled to himself.
Oh come on, Paris, don’t lower yourself more than you already have!

He said: “No, Bloom! It really will not be necessary....... at all...... because, you see...... by tomorrow the scriptwriters will already have changed their minds about these additional scenes..... they wont do them!”

Orlando stuttered: “But... but! You.... you said that..... that they have already..... that they have been put into.... into the script.......!”

Brad mused. “Yeah! I said that.”

He finally turned to meet Orlando’s gaze and sent him a you-should’ve-known-better look.

“I said that. And guess what? Im Achilles, am I not? I can’t be trusted. There never was any last-minute change in the script, Bloom. I lied...... But Johnny will be so very amused to know that the trick worked..... twice!”

Without further explanation, Brad went for the door. As he reached it he turned to Orlando and said: “Sweet dreams, Prince! Hector will be so proud of you now!”

Then he was out of sight; leaving Orlando behind on silky sheets.

***

Back in the quiet hallway, Brad walked the few steps to the next door. He didn’t knock, just opened it and stepped in.
The room was lit with nothing but candles; and Johnny Depp laying on a big, white couch, seemed to have just been watching tv. He grabbed for the remote and turned the screen off; turned to Brad and sent him a cocky smile.

“Aw, that was cute!”

As Brad got near enough, his eyes fell on Johnny’s body; so slender and casual on the couch. He wore nothing but a silky, dark blue bathrobe; and as it was open from neck to thighs, Brad immidiately noticed the creamy, still fluid substance which covered Johnny’s stomach.

Brad smiled. “So you liked it, huh?”
He bent and let a finger run over Johnny’s belly, picking up some of the warm juice, and led it to his lips. “Mmmmh, Depp! You should’ve waited for me!”

Johnny laughed.
“Im not going anywhere!” he said.

Brad laughed, too.
“No, you’re not.”
He sat down on the floor next to the couch and ran his fingers through Johnny’s silky hair.

“So - what do you think? Were the monitors placed right? Could you watch it okay?”

Johnny closed his eyes as he enjoyed Brad’s touch.
“Oh yeah,” he mused. “I didn’t miss a second.”

They both chuckled.

“He’s so easy. He’s so naive you almost feel sorry for him,” said Johnny. “How could he be so stupid as to believe that palpable story about a script-change for the second time?”

Brad shook his head. “Who cares?” he grinned. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Leaning close to Johnny’s ear, he let his tongue run over it and whispered: “We have two tapes now. We can blackmail him into a threesome anytime we want!”

Johnny moaned and threw his hand out to grab Brad’s neck. “I almost can’t wait,” he whispered back. “But it will have to...... right now I just want you to get those clothes off again.”

Their lips met in a deep, greedy kiss, which got the both of them to forget all about Orlando next door. At least for a while.....

***

As Brad left, Orlando lay back on the pillow, both hands behind his neck. He smiled. That same subtle smile, that had been on his lips when Brad had told him about Johnny’s secret taping of their “Interceptor-practicing”.
As if he didn’t know.
He knew.
As well as he knew that Brad had made sure their little seance before had been filmed, too.
Oh, he knew!
They were so easy. So naive he almost felt sorry for them.
He smiled again. Then turned to pull out the top drawer in a bureau next to the bed.
Reaching inside he took out a pen and a piece of paper.
Studying it for a while, another smile curled on his lip.
There were names on there. Good names. Sexy names. A few had already been crossed out. Nice names.
Names, such as ERIC BANA, VIGGO MORTENSEN, JOHNNY DEPP.
Now he took the pen, put it to the paper and with a smirk, he scored BRAD PITT.

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