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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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“Ok everyone; let’s try that scene again, shall we?” Gore shouted, gesturing to the people with the audio equipment to stay where they were. Today was going rather slow.

Orlando went back to his position at the helm of the ship, closely followed by Johnny, who had been awfully distracted the whole day.

“You alright, Johnny?” he asked, putting an arm around his costar’s shoulders.

Johnny looked round, startled, and replied, “Huh?”

Orlando peered worriedly at the older man and said, “I asked you if you were feeling ok. You don’t look too good, mate.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “no worries.”

Orlando was about to reply when Gore yelled ‘Action!’ and the scene was underway.

“How much do you know about Davy Jones?” Johnny said, portraying Jack Sparrow’s slightly drunken slur perfectly.

“Not much,” Orlando said, quickly getting into character.

“Then, yes, it’s going to save her,” Johnny finished.

And they continued to do their jobs for most of the afternoon until Gore Vebrinski was satisfied.

“Cut! Alright everyone, not bad… but that’s a wrap for today! It looks like it’s going to rain,” Gore said, looking up at the sky. “Pack up!”

Johnny spent a minute undressing and getting into his regular clothes, as did Orlando.

“See ya later,” Johnny said to Orlando just as his phone rang.

“Yeah, see ya,” Orlando replied, staying behind to take off his boots and sword.

He saw Johnny answer his cell phone with an uneasy look on his face a few feet away. Orlando had asked more than once why he’d been distracted lately, why he looked tired, and above all, horribly sad. And each time, Johnny had replied with ‘it’s nothing, I’m alright’ and changed the subject. He watched as the actor walked a few feet away and quickly hiss something into the phone. Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose impatiently and walked down to the beach. Orlando, truly worried for his friend, followed.

“So that’s it, then?! You’re leaving me?!” Johnny yelled into the small piece of metal that was against his ear. “You know what?! FINE! I don’t care!”

Then he hung up and shoved the cell phone into his pocket. Fuming, he stared out at the sea for a few moments while Orlando, still standing there, tried to comprehend what he’d heard.

“I know you’re there, Orlando,” Johnny said, not looking away from the water. He pulled off his wedding ring and glared at it. “Go to hell,” he whispered, and flung it into the ocean.

Orlando’s heart went out for his friend as he stepped into his line of vision.

“You ok?” he said, putting a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny looked at him for a moment, knowing Orlando was a good guy and that he would keep it to himself. So he replied, “It’s over between me and Vanessa. She dumped me for another guy.”

“Oh… I –“Orlando began, but Johnny suddenly wrenched away from him and headed back to the makeup trailer.

Orlando sighed and followed slowly. He waited five minutes before knocking on the metal door and waiting for an answer. He didn’t hear anything, so he pushed open the entry and walked in. Looking around, he called out, “Johnny?”

Then he spotted the other actor on the couch with his head in his hands. Orlando sat next to him and whispered, “Do you still love her?”

“Are you kidding?” came the slightly muffled reply. “I stopped loving her the minute I found out she was cheating on me. Didn’t say anything because of the kids. What could I do?”

Orlando felt uncomfortable for a moment, so he said, “Er – do you want to talk about it?”

Johnny raised his head but still didn’t look at the young British actor. He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“I’m not upset over her. It’s – well, what she did will only add to my stress, but the other thing I’m losing sleep over is – “ his voice shook a little “ – my father. H – He’s in the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“It’s cancer.”

Orlando’s eyes widened. Cancer? So that was why Johnny had been miserable these past few weeks. He didn’t know what to say – he’d never had to deal with this before. He decided to try and do what he felt was right.

He gently put his right arm over Johnny’s shoulders and pulled the older actor close to him. Johnny relaxed into the touch and whispered, “He’s been in the hospital for months now – and – and they don’t know, and… I’m scared, Orlando. I don’t know what to do.” His voice broke.

This is terrible, Orlando thought. He put both arms around Johnny and hugged tight as he said, “I feel for you… I really do. You should go. Just get away from here and visit him. One last time.”

Johnny just buried his face in Orlando’s shoulder out of agony as Orlando’s hand came to rest at the back of Johnny’s head. The American actor gave a dry sob and replied, “Nah, I can’t. We’re almost finished here; I can’t leave now…”

Orlando sighed and said, “This isn’t easy Johnny, I know, but at least you’ll feel better after letting some of it out… I’m glad you talked to me.”

“I like you, mate. I trust you,” Johnny said, loosening his grip slightly, “Thank you.”

They embraced for a moment more before they heard the trailer door open and Rita, then makeup girl, stepped inside carrying Jack Sparrow’s hat in her hands. The two actors looked round, startled, at her.

She looked at them as if confused, before replying, “Uh… sorry, guys – Jerry told me to clean up in here for tomorrow – I didn’t know you two were here.”

“It’s ok, Rita,” Johnny said, gently disentangling himself from Orlando and standing up. Orlando did the same and headed for the door.

**

“You gonna be ok?” Orlando asked, looking carefully into Johnny’s eyes. They were heading out into the parking lot in the direction their cars were parked. Johnny hadn’t spoken since they left the dressing room, and neither had Orlando.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Orlando said, looking up at the now rather stormy looking sky. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

**

Orlando reached into his fridge and took out a beer. He was thinking (for the umpteenth time) about Johnny. What if he did something… well, something to hurt himself if – no, Johnny isn’t that stupid, he’d never do that, Orlando contradicted himself. He swallowed the beer in one gulp and found himself wondering why he was thinking about Johnny and his situation so much. After all, he’d only known him for a year or two… but no, there was something special about the American actor. Orlando just couldn’t put his finger on it.

He looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was 11:30. Might as well get to bed, he decided, have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow…

So he stripped down to his boxers and a light T-shirt just as the sky was lit up with a fork of lightening, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

With the rain pounding against the windows, Orlando fell into an uneasy sleep.

**

Johnny paced his living room, occasionally running his hands through his hair and glancing at the phone. No matter what happened, he just couldn’t let his acting slip. Talking to Orlando made him feel a lot better, actually. Orlando… Johnny didn’t know anybody else who he trusted more at the moment. The young, charming Brit had shown compassion, caring, and respect toward Johnny, and he loved him for it.

After one more hour of pacing, around 2:45, the phone rang.

Johnny picked it up and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Is this Mr. Johnny Depp?”

“Yes.”

“Sir, I’m calling from the Los Angeles Public Hospital. My name is Dr. Woodworth.”

Johnny’s stomach twisted into a knot. “Does this have anything to do with my father?”

The voice hesitated for a moment, “Yes sir. I – I regret to inform you that he passed away earlier tonight.”

The words echoed in Johnny’s mind. That was it. He died. His father died. His mind felt numb. He took a sharp intake of breath as the voice on the other end started speaking again.

“Sir, are you alright?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Doctor. Thank you for telling me.”

“I’ll also be making arrangements with the rest of your family, if that’s ok.”

“No problem.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Depp.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as Johnny put the phone back on the hook, the tears came. He dropped to his knees and let out a heart-wrenching moan of pain and simply dropped his head on his hands upon the arm of the couch, realizing that he’d never spend another day under his father’s roof, perhaps merely watching sports or talking… but that would be no more… not ever again…

“Oh, Dad… I’m going to miss you so much,” Johnny cried into the couch. “I love you…”

He sobbed hard.

As if in a daze, Johnny thought of the person who could help him through this mess: Orlando.

He got up, tears still streaming down his face, put on his shoes, and stepped out into the pouring rain.

**

Orlando cracked open one eye when he heard a knock on his apartment door. He groaned and got up, blindly making his way toward the sound. He glanced at the digital clock on the microwave. The neon light glared 3:17. Who could be so eager to talk to him at three in the morning?

He peered through the peephole and saw nothing but a beige stretch of wall. He shrugged and turned away from the door, keen to get back to sleep.

But a second knock on the door stopped him.

Cautiously, Orlando opened the door and looked out. His attention was drawn to the figure slumped down at the bottom of his doorframe.

“Johnny?” he gasped, kneeling down next to him. “What happened to you?”

Johnny didn’t have a coat on; just a pair of jeans and a shirt, and he was soaked through to the bone with water. His shoulders seemed to be shaking.

“Did you walk all the way over here?” he asked, putting a hand on Johnny’s knee.

Johnny slowly raised his head and looked at Orlando through red-rimmed eyes.

“He died,” he whispered quietly, two lone tears escaping his brown eyes.

Orlando’s stomach seemed to drop a few inches. “Oh, Johnny…”

Then he pulled the elder actor into a hug, hands rubbing slowly across his back in a comforting manner.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” Orlando said quietly, pulling away and standing up. When Johnny didn’t move, Orlando said, “Johnny?”

He looked up at the younger man and stood up as well, vision blurred significantly by his tears. Suddenly, he felt like his whole world had crashed around him and Johnny just swayed dangerously for a moment until Orlando grabbed him by the shoulders and gently maneuvered him into the apartment and down onto the couch.

Orlando sat down next to him and whispered, “When did he die?”

“Couple of hours ago,” he replied with a voice so shaky it was barely intelligible. Then despair washed over him again and Johnny sobbed into his hands, suddenly not wanting Orlando to see him like this.

Orlando merely leaned forward and took Johnny’s shaking form and hugged him tight to his chest, quietly whispering words of comfort into his ear.

“He’s gone. He’s gone, Orlando…” Johnny cried into Orlando’s chest, “I miss him so much already…”

Orlando kissed Johnny’s temple and whispered, “I know, Johnny, I know. I know it hurts, but it’ll get better. I promise.”

“I’m never going to see him again… never again… and he went through all that pain, and now he’s dead and won’t see me and –“

“Stop, you’re not making any sense,” Orlando said gently, still holding the older man. He realized that Johnny was shivering now – he was still in his wet clothes.

“You have to get out of these clothes, Johnny. You’ll get sick,” Orlando said, gesturing to the American’s soaked T-shirt and jeans.

Johnny nodded, wiped his eyes, and suddenly said, “God, look at me, I’m such a baby. Sorry.”

Orlando waved a hand dismissively and replied, “Don’t be stupid, Johnny, this is normal. And don’t be sorry - I’m glad I can help, even though I can’t do much.”

Johnny gave a sad smile as some silent tears made their way down his face. He took a few deep breaths as Orlando kneeled down in front of Johnny, between his legs, and asked, “Don’t worry, alright?”

Their eyes met for a little while and they simply stared at one another before Orlando remembered that Johnny must be freezing.

“Ok, come on, you have to get out of those clothes now,” Orlando said once again, resting his hands on each of Johnny’s knees.

Johnny’s eyes filled up with tears out of their own accord again and he closed his eyes and rasped, “I don’t care.”

Orlando sighed and said, “Johnny, I’m not taking care of you when you get sick. Now get undressed while I find you some pants, ok?”

Johnny nodded and stood up as Orlando walked into his bedroom and looked through his wardrobe for a suitable pair of pants. The American actor’s hands fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head, and then tried to pull his pants down, not caring that Orlando would see him – after all, he was crying in the man’s arms not a minute ago. However, his fingers felt cold and numb and he barely got the button undone, let alone the zipper, when Orlando came back holding a pair of gray cotton pants in his hands.

He looked at Johnny questioningly.

“My hands are numb,” the elder of the two said apologetically.

Orlando hesitated for a quarter of a second before gently saying, “It’s ok. Here, I’ll do it.”

He stepped forward and hooked two fingers under the waistband and started to unzip the pants before he realized that the water that seeped through it had made the material sort of stick to the metal. He pulled Johnny closer and, incidentally, Johnny’s hands went to rest around Orlando’s neck.

So warm… Johnny noted absently when he felt Orlando’s hands under the waistband of his jeans.

“Almost done,” Orlando said quietly, stepping back slightly and allowing Johnny to push his pants down on his own. The young Brit couldn’t help but gaze – only for a moment – at the elder man’s physical attributes. But when he looked up at Johnny’s face and saw that it was streaked with tears, all other feelings were put aside. He had to help him through this.

“Can I have something to drink, please?” Johnny asked quietly, sitting down at the living room table and looking at Orlando. He nodded and turned on the light, making his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water and an aspirin for his friend.

Johnny looked around and spotted a picture in an elegant silver frame sitting on the table, reached out for it, and pulled it closer. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was Orlando, maybe a year younger, with his arm around a much older man who had the same eyes. With a jolt, Johnny realized that it was his father. He stared at the picture a few moments more, not aware that tears were, once again, rolling down his cheeks.

Orlando came back to find Johnny gazing at the picture of him and his father. He sighed and set the glass and aspirin tablets down on the table, the clinking sound making Johnny come out of his reverie.

“Thanks,” he said, swallowing the aspirin and downing the glass of water.

“That your father?” he asked, gesturing to the older man. Orlando nodded but tried to change the subject, not wanting to cause Johnny more grief.

“So, um… I can call Jerry tomorrow and say you can’t come in. You need some rest.”

“No, no,” Johnny mumbled, apparently looking for an excuse to work, “I already messed up today; I don’t need the movie postponed just because of this.”

“Johnny, you look horribly tired, you’re distracted on set, and you need a few hours sleep – especially with what happened tonight.”

Orlando glanced at the clock on the microwave. 4:54. Oh god… he had to get up and go to work in less than 45 minutes.

“You should get to bed… you can sleep in my bedroom if you want,” he said, looking at Johnny again.

“Alright,” the American replied, getting up, “lead the way.”

**

“I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” Orlando informed Johnny, stepping out of the bedroom.

“No!” Johnny cried, pulling the blankets off him and standing up hurriedly. Orlando turned around and looked confused. “I mean… uh – “

“What is it?” Orlando asked quietly, stepping over to Johnny so they were face to face. Johnny looked down, a bit ashamed with himself.

“Johnny?”

Johnny didn’t say anything. He just stifled a silent sob before taking a deep breath.

“Um… I just – as corny as this may sound… I don’t want to be alone,” he said, sounding very vulnerable and still not meeting Orlando’s eyes.

Orlando smiled sadly and said, “It’s ok, Johnny. I’ll stay with you.”

With that, he pulled Johnny towards the bed and they both lay down comfortably, getting ready to have a few minutes of sleep. Johnny stared up at the ceiling for a while – just thinking. Then he felt Orlando’s lips on his temple, pressing slightly before moving away again.

“Get some sleep, ok?”

Johnny turned toward Orlando and whispered, “Alright.”

Orlando smiled and closed his eyes. After a moment though, he heard a slight noise and he opened his eyes and found himself staring into Johnny’s stunning brown eyes.

Johnny put a hand on Orlando’s chest and leaned in. He planted a kiss on Orlando’s exposed collarbone and murmured, “Night.”

“Night.”

Johnny closed his eyes but didn’t attempt to sleep. Thoughts of death and pain were teeming in his mind, and it was only a half hour later when he allowed himself to succumb to the darkness.

Orlando stared at the man in front of him. There was nothing unattractive about him – in fact, he was incredibly handsome… but Orlando just pushed the thoughts out of his mind and placed an arm on Johnny’s waist and drifted off to sleep.

**

Orlando woke up to the sound of the phone in the living room ringing incessantly.

“Hello?” he said hoarsely.

“Orlando, I’m glad I reached you,” Jerry’s voice sounded relieved as he said this, “It’s 5:45, you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. What happened?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry, man, I was gonna call you but –“

“And have you seen Johnny? He hasn’t answered his phone since 9 o’clock last night.”

“It’s ok Jerry, he’s here. He came over last night and –“

“He’s at your house at 6 in the morning?” Jerry’s voice sounded curious.

Orlando hesitated a bit before he said, “Yeah. The poor man’s father died, and he came over here in the middle of the night drenched in rain. I had him stay the night with me.”

“Oh,” was all Jerry said, sounding sorry to hear it. There was a pause. “Is he ok?”

“No, I don’t think so… he keeps saying that he doesn’t want a day off or anything… I’m not sure,” Orlando said, running a hand through his hair, “he only fell asleep about an hour ago, and I was going to ask you – can we come in to shoot in a few hours?”

“No problem,” he said at once, “How about noon?”

“That’d be great,” Orlando replied, “Jerry? Don’t mention this to anybody, ok? He’d hate me if he knew I told anyone.”

“Alright,” Jerry promised, “Oh, and - Bloom?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of him.”

“I will,” Orlando said quietly.

When he hung up, the first thing Orlando did was go back to the bedroom and check on Johnny. He was on his side, still in deep sleep, but a troubled expression was upon his face, as well as a few streaks of dried tears. Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t help but admit that the man before him was very attractive. With the perfectly cut blonde and brown hair, chiseled cheekbones, and those full lips currently half open, Johnny was irresistible. Orlando brushed a stray lock of hair out of the elder man’s eyes and tucked it behind his ear, relishing in the silky feel of the tresses. He looks so innocent and… scared, he thought.

Johnny stirred for a moment and opened his eyes. He looked up at Orlando for a bit before murmuring, “Morning.”

“Hey,” the Brit replied with a warm smile. “Did you sleep well?”

Johnny frowned. “I slept. But… I don’t know, I was having weird dreams…” he sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Suddenly he said, “What time is it? We have to get to the set!”

“No, we don’t,” Orlando said, “Jerry said we can come in around 12. We’ve got…” he checked his watch, “six hours.”

“Thanks,” Johnny sighed in relief as he made to get out of the bed. Then he realized that he had no shirt on and was wearing pants that were not his.

“Er – why am I – are these your pants?” he asked. Clearly, he couldn’t remember much of what happened last night.

“You don’t remember?” Johnny shook his head. “You were soaking wet when you showed up. I made you put on a pair of my pants.”

Johnny furrowed his brow as memories flooded back from the night before.

“Oh, yeah… and I asked you to sleep here with me, and I practically drowned you when I cried – oh god, I’m so sorry –“

“Oh, shut up, Johnny,” Orlando said only half-serious, “It’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s only me, remember? You’ve nothing to be ashamed about, and I won’t tell anybody.”

Johnny smiled and said, “I know you won’t. Thanks.”

They spent a few moments in silence, Johnny staring deep into space, thinking about the kindness Orlando showed him, Orlando thinking about… well, - Johnny. Just Johnny.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” Orlando broke the silence, “and then I’ll drive you to your place, ok?”

Johnny nodded and said, “Alright.”

Orlando went into the bathroom that was joined onto the bedroom and pushed the door closed, incidentally leaving it open a few inches. Therefore, Johnny was able to see Orlando take his shirt off and reveal muscled, bronzed skin that looked absolutely amazing. He found himself leaning forward subconsciously, trying to see more as Orlando turned the water on in the shower and stepped in. However, Orlando slid the shower curtain closed and Johnny could see no more. He sank back into the pillows, wondering what came over him. Orlando was a friend, a colleague, someone he could talk to… but he was also devastatingly gorgeous. He knew for a fact that Orlando’s so called ‘relationship’ with that girl was on the rocks.

“What am I doing?” Johnny muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt despair again and remembered the last time he’d seen his father. He’d been doing well then… the chemotherapy had been improving his condition, and Johnny had spent the night at his father’s bedside, hoping, praying… it didn’t work.

When he heard the shower stop, Johnny asked, “Hey, Orli?”

“Yeah?” came the reply.

“Can I use your phone?”

“Sure.”

Johnny made his way to the living room and picked up the phone as Orlando started to get dressed and stepped into the bedroom. He could hear Johnny’s voice drift through the door and found himself listening to his conversation.

“Can I talk to Lily? No – stop – it’s not your choice – goddamn it, Vanessa, let me talk to my daughter!” the last part was shouted. Orlando winced.

“Hi Lily, it’s daddy. How are you, sweetheart? … Listen, did grandma call you last night? You know? Yes, I’m sad too, angel –“his voice shook as he talked, “I miss him too. It’ll be ok; I promise. What? Oh, mommy said that, did she? Well, just take care of Jack, alright?”

Orlando listened to every word. He tried to tear himself away from the conversation, not wanting to intrude on Johnny’s privacy – but he couldn’t.

“I have to go now. I love you, Lily. Bye.”

Johnny dialed his mother’s phone number. He hesitated when he heard her pick up.

“…Hi, mom, it’s me. No – please don’t cry like that –“Orlando walked out into the kitchen, where he could easily see Johnny.

“Mom – please don’t –“his voice broke and tears went down his face - “Yes, I miss him too, I –“Johnny’s free hand curled into a shaking fist and he went on, “How are you? Oh, Mom… I love him, too… Were you in the hospital? At least he was happy, right?”

Johnny sounded miserable. That was the only word for it, Orlando decided.

“Yes mom, I’m okay… yeah, Orlando. I told you about him…” Orlando’s stomach did a little back-flip when his name was mentioned – “yes, he’s really great.” He chuckled and said, “Ok, mom, I will. I’ll call you tonight, ok? Love you.”

He hung up and wiped his eyes. He walked up to Orlando and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, “My mom wanted to thank you for taking care of me.”

Orlando smiled charmingly and replied, “No problem.”

**

“Hi, Jerry,” Orlando said politely as he and Johnny walked on set. “What scene are we shooting today?”

“Beach scene where Jack, Will, and Norrington first start fighting over the chest,” he replied, glancing at Johnny, who was rather silent. “Hey, Johnny.”

“Hi,” came the quiet response. Jerry frowned but didn’t say anything when he received a look from Orlando.

“Ok, everyone, let’s get ready!” he yelled, going over to Gore and gesturing to various pieces of equipment.

“Aaaaaand action!”

“I should be the one who opens this chest,” Johnny said.

“No, Jack. I’m doing it and I have every reason to –“ Orlando replied, waiting for Jack’s cue.

“So sorry, gentlemen, I’ll be the one opening this chest seeing as how I have the key,” Jack said, holding up Davy Jones’ key.

“Now, now, mates,” Johnny drawled, “Why fight when we can negotiate?”

“Over my dead body!” Jack shouted, pulling out his sword. Orlando and Johnny did the same.

Suddenly, Johnny felt very sick and very much in agony. He stifled a groan of pain as it hit him in the stomach. He instead put his arms around his stomach and doubled over.

“Johnny!” Orlando quickly stepped towards him and put his hands on his shoulders, trying to figure out what happened. “Are you ok?”

“Johnny, what’s the matter?” Jerry said, running up to him and looking from him to Orlando.

Without warning, Johnny clapped a hand over his mouth and ran into a trailer. Orlando followed, ignoring the glances he got from everyone else.

When Orlando opened the door, he heard Johnny retching into the toilet.

“Oh, god…” Orlando murmured, making his way over to the other man, “Johnny?”

Johnny straightened up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, looking furious with himself. He then rinsed out his mouth with mouthwash and angrily glanced in the mirror before turning away.

“Goddamn it, I swore that I wouldn’t let it affect my acting!” He yelled to himself, pacing up and down, not noticing Orlando’s worried gaze following his every move.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself;” the Brit said gently, “you couldn’t do anything about it. It’s out of your control; don’t berate yourself for it.”

“Orlando… no, it’s… I – it just hurts so much and I want to get on with my life, but I can’t and –“ he started crying and turned away from Orlando, “I can’t… it’s so hard.”

He angrily wiped his eyes but realized it wouldn’t do any good because the tears kept coming, so he just kept his face turned away from Orlando, who looked like he wanted to hold him.

“Johnny…” Orlando walked towards him and put a hand on his waist. “Look at me.”

“Don’t,” Johnny cried half-heartedly, “Please…”

But Orlando turned the other actor around and pulled him into a hug. Johnny immediately relaxed into the touch and pressed closer when he felt Orlando’s lips on his cheek and said, “Orlando… I – it hurts so much…” Orlando could feel his own heart breaking as he listened to Johnny’s words. “I can’t do it… I-”

Tears leaked out of his eyes as he whispered, “Please… please make it better…”

So Orlando did what he’d wanted to do for a while. He kissed Johnny; a gentle press of the lips against the other man’s, tentatively waiting if it would be returned. Johnny was caught off guard only a bit – he’d wanted to do this for so long. So he returned the kiss, slowly parting his lips and sliding his tongue into Orlando’s mouth. Orlando smiled and pulled away slightly, whispering, “You sure?”

“Yes,” Johnny whispered back, kissing him again, “Never been surer of anything in my life.”

Orlando cupped Johnny’s face in one hand and kissed him harder, needing to feel it was all real while Johnny put his hands around Orlando’s waist and pulled him closer, just needing love right now. He ground his arousal into Orlando’s, who moaned quietly and decided that they were both suddenly wearing too much clothes.

They quickly stripped without a word, just staring into each other’s eyes as they made their way toward the comfy-looking couch and tumbled atop it, Johnny fervently kissing Orlando as the young actor slowly fisted his cock, waiting for consent to go further.

“Ready?” Orlando asked breathlessly, nudging the head of his cock against Johnny’s opening. Johnny just shifted on top of Orlando and nodded lustfully. He took Orlando’s cock in his hand and lowered himself down onto it.

“Ohhhhhh… god, yes…” Orlando moaned as he felt Johnny’s oh-so-tight heat envelop him.

Johnny grunted at the burning sensation and stopped moving, waiting for the pain to stop. He wanted this more than anything… wanted Orlando…

“Does it hurt?” Orlando asked quietly, running his hands up Johnny’s thighs. Johnny nodded.

“C’me here,” the Brit murmured, pulling Johnny down on top of him. He kissed the American tenderly; no tongue; just made to comfort. And Johnny replied wistfully, finally realizing that he loved with this man.

He went back up and started to move up and down Orlando’s shaft. Orlando gave a soft moan of surprise before letting his eyes fall shut and succumbing himself to Johnny’s actions.

“Orlando…” Johnny breathed, signaling that he was about to come.

Johnny rode Orlando’s cock faster and faster, his own release building up inside of him. He moaned, and, with a couple of strokes of Orlando’s hand, he spilled his seed over the younger man’s stomach.

“Ohhh…” he groaned out, throwing his head back and pumping still faster. Orlando’s eyes snapped open and just watching the look on Johnny’s face, he felt his climax overtake him.

“Johnny... oh… yes!” he moaned the other actor’s name, gripping the slender hips lovingly.

Johnny let himself fall gently on top of Orlando, still breathing erratically. He felt the Brit’s heartbeat on his cheek, beating fast. It made him feel safe, just knowing that the heart wouldn’t stop beating… and knowing that he was the one that made it beat like that.

“Orli?”

Orlando’s hand came to rest in Johnny’s hair, fingers lightly stroking the fine locks as he quietly replied, “Hm?”

Johnny hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, “T – thank you.”

“You gonna be ok?”

“Yeah…”
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