Playing the Part

Title: Playing the Part
Author: Jade
Pairing: Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never happened


The wrap parties at the end of filming were always a blast. There was usually plenty of booze and food, and everyone was glad to blow off steam. The last days of filming were always crammed full of last minute changes and efforts to get it all finished. Every day they kept the crew around cost them more and cut into everyone's profits. It was always a balance of making a good movie and not going over the budget, and never was this felt more clearly than when things were almost done.

Orlando downed half of his beer in one go, and glanced around the room. Johnny had said he was going to be here, and he was looking forward to seeing him. They always had a great time in their scenes together, and the other man certainly was easy to look at. Not that he could ever tell him that, but... it was nice to fantasize.

A nice warm buzz had settled into Orlando's stomach by the time Johnny made his entrance, swaggering and playing to the crowd. Orlando couldn't help the broad grin that crept over his face as Johnny spotted him and weaved over to him. It looked like Johnny had already started his celebrations.

"Orli! My man! Good to see you, mate," enthused Johnny, catching Orlando in a tight hug. Orlando was almost pulled off balance by the embrace, and he narrowly missed falling over right onto the older man. Not that he would have minded... he righted himself before his body came into too close contact. The nearness of the other man was bound to have certain effects on him and pressing a hard-on against another man was generally not good etiquette.

And yes, right on schedule, he felt his cock harden, the resultant blush hopefully attributed to alcohol and good spirits. "Johnny! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

Raising an eyebrow and looking sideways at Orlando, Johnny threw back what looked like a shot of whiskey, neat, and grinned. "And stand you up, Orlando? Perish the thought!" He leaned over, throwing the arm that held the now-empty glass around Orlando's shoulders, leaning close and speaking softly in his ear, "D'you miss me?"

Orlando had to concentrate on not whimpering: Johnny's hot, alcohol-laced breath on his ear did nothing to alleviate his itioition. His body insisted on interpreting the other man's actions as sexual, while his mind knew it was just Johnny being Johnny. He was very physical with his friends, hugging them and hanging on them constantly, as if he craved the physical contact. Orlando was much the same, affectionate with both men and women. But with Johnny... it was hard, sometimes literally, not to misinterpret.

Many times, after rehearsing the intense swordfights, and adrenaline was running high, Orlando wanted to eat Johnny alive, just throw away the sword and crush his lips to the other man's, push him into the wall and grind against him like an animal. The look in Johnny eyes almost encouraged him to say fuck it, do it, but they were always far from alone.

Then, when they were in costume, the need was even more intense. Johnny looked irresistible in the long hair and makeup. The other man would tease him about his own costume, going on about how his shirt was so low-cut, he showed more skin than the actresses. Orlando knew he looked good, liked that he got to grow his hair long for this part. But the girls that fawned all over him was not what... who... he wanted.

Not that Orlando didn't like girls too; he had always been attracted to the person, not the gender. But at the moment, he was a bit infatuated with Johnny. He dreamed of him, and when he lay in bed, alone at night, the face he pictured when he stroked himself was Johnny's.

Orlando was disgusted, really. If he'd been having an affair with Keira, no one would have batted an eye. It would have been all over the tabloids for a week or so, but it was almost expected for an actor to get involved with his costar. But Johnny... if there was so much as a whisper that the two men were more than friends, both their careers would be, if not over, at least seriously damaged. Life wasn't fair.

So he had to be careful with that side of his life; things were a little more relaxed in the movie industry but he also couldn't just outright tell Johnny he fancied him. He tried to read the other man; sometimes it seemed as if he were giving Orlando signals, but he wasn't sure. They had to dance around each other, neither committing, and even if Johnny was interested they might not ever get together because they had to be careful. It just wasn't fair.

And now, Johnny was hanging on him again, and Orli was so hard, and it was all he could do to not just give in and kiss him hard. "Of course I missed you," Orlando said, in a bantering tone that could be interpreted several ways. "It's just not a party without you, Johnny."

Orlando looked sideways in time to see a big grin break out on Johnny's face. "Aw, I love you too, Orli," the man purred, looking at him with what, if Orlando didn't know better, quite the smoldering expression. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part.

Orlando downed the rest of his beer, and feeling reckless, decided to up the stakes just slightly. He could always laugh it off as the alcohol later. "I bet you say that to all the boys, Captain," he smirked. Boys. Orlando watched carefully to see if that got a reaction.

As he looked at Johnny, suddenly Orlando felt pinned by those dark eyes. Johnny had gone from joking to feral in a split second. His voice had dropped too, into a register that made Orlando's body react even more. "Only you, Orlando," he purred, smiling like a cat in cream.

Orlando stared back, at a complete loss for words, wondering if he could assume now, or if Johnny was just having some fun at his expense... He'd just got the courage to reply when they were suddenly interrupted by the director, getting ready to make a speech. Damn.

He glanced over at Johnny as the room quieted, and the other man threw him a salacious grin that made his heart race.

Orlando had no idea what the director was saying; all he was aware of was the man next to him, every minute shift of his body... and his own arousal, which throbbed for his attention.

The director went on and on, and Orlando tried to focus, to listen, but then he felt Johnny's warm presence close by his side, and his throat was suddenly dry. Hot breath on his ear and the other man was whispering, "I'm bored. Let's sneak out of here."

Then Johnny was tugging at his arm, pulling him out of the room. They were already on the outskirts of the crowd, and no one noticed their departure. Johnny snagged a couple of beers on the way out. Orlando followed helplessly, admitting to himself that he didn't much care where they were going as long as they were alone together.

They snuck through deserted hallways, laughing as silently as they could. They probably wouldn't get in trouble for being there, but Johnny insisted on sneaking around anyway, and it was fun. Orlando realised that Johnny was still holding on to his arm, and he didn't mind at all.

"Where are we going?" whispered Orlando, suppressing a giggle.

"Shh!" hissed Johnny, as if they were on a secret mission. Then, he appeared to find what he was looking for. Looking up and down the hall quickly, Johnny produced a set of keys and started trying them all in turn on the door in front of him. Finally one worked, and he pulled Orlando inside quickly, shutting the door behind him.

Johnny fumbled for the light switch, and Orlando realised that they were in one of the wardrobe rooms. Johnny laughed delightedly and pulled Orlando over to the racks of clothes, handing him a beer.

"I just hope they haven't got rid of them yet," he mused as he looked through the racks quickly.

"What are you looking for?" Orlando asked, grinning. Johnny's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Our costumes, of course!" he answered proudly. "I thought the send-off wouldn't be proper if we weren't in costume," Johnny explained, as if it were perfectly logical.

Orlando stood back and watched as Johnny looked through the racks and racks of clothes, wondering how in the world he knew what he was looking for. He'd started looking through racks of clothing when he was startled by a triumphant shout.

"Found 'em! Come here!"

Curious, Orlando wandered over, trying not to stare at Johnny's ass as he bent over. The other man was laughing, pawing through the rack. He paused, turned briefly and pushed his bottle into Orlando's free hand. "Hold this." Then he turned back, pulling out several items. "Here's mine!" Orlando's pulse raced as Johnny shrugged off his shirt and began to pull on the long-sleeved, flowing shirt he'd worn as Captain Jack. Orlando tried not to stare at Johnny's smooth chest, but was very disappointed when it was covered by the shirt. Then came the vest, and briefly Orlando wondered if he was going to get to see Johnny change pants as well... he felt like such a voyeur but he couldn't tear his eyes away. But, Johnny tied the scarf around his head and seemed to be satisfied. "Savvy?" he grinned, and even without the makeup and long hair, Orlando felt like he was right back on the set. He smiled back, and Johnny turned back to rummage some more.

Orlando drained his bottle of beer and set it aside. With his free hand, he tried to adjust his erection without Johnny noticing. It was more than obvious in these jeans.

Just then, Johnny whipped around, holding up a costume. "Ha! Not this one!" Orlando could see it was clearly one of Keira's costumes, a long lacy dress with a low bodice. Johnny's voice deepened as he stared at Orlando. "Though no doubt you'd look just as good in it," he said, and Orlando's mouth dropped open. What was he saying? He was about to say something when Johnny took a step toward him, looking speculatively at him, and said softly, "In fact, I bet you'd look much better than her in it. You're much prettier, after all."

Now Orlando was completely stunned. Johnny was a great joker, and it could be he was kidding, but the look on the man's face sure didn't look like it. Johnny was looking at him challengingly. He knew he must look like an idiot, standing there shocked, but for the life of him he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him look like an idiot. He needed more time to think. "But..." he began, but Johnny just grinned and turned around, replacing the dress on the rack and pulling out Orlando's costume.

"As ravishing as you'd no doubt look in the dress, Orli," purred Johnny, "I think I prefer you like in this." He held out the white shirt, similar to his own, but with a deeper dip in the front.

Orlando just looked at him, still off balance, and Johnnid, id, encouragingly, "Go on, then, put it on."

Orlando looked back at Johnny, and made a decision. Maybe Johnny was kidding, but he didn't think so. The man was looking at him with every evidence of interest, and if he wanted a show, Orlando would give it to him. Setting down Johnny's beer, he didn't take the proffered shirt just yet. Instead, he began to very deliberately unbutton his shirt, pulling it apart as he went, exposing his sleek chest. As he did so, he watched Johnny's face. The older man very definitely was watching each new bit of skin uncovered, and when he unconsciously licked his lips, Orlando's confidence came back.

When his shirt was unbuttoned, Orlando pulled it open completely, letting it slide off his shoulders. When the shirt was off, he made a show of stretching before he reached for the new shirt. He suppressed a grin as he watched Johnny watching him; unless he was very much mistaken, the night had just gotten a lot more interesting.

Orlando slipped the shirt over his head, lingering more than was absolutely necessary, and let the soft material slip over his head. He had loved this shirt, he knew he looked good in it; the neck plunged down to mid-chest. He was still hard as a rock, but now it was a pleasurable ache. He had something to look forward to.

Johnny was the one looking surprised now, staring at Orlando hungrily. Suppressing a smirk, Orlando dropped his hands to the buttons of his jeans, and upped the stakes. He began to unfasten them, one button at a time, while Johnny stared. He stopped when all the buttons were undone, and it was more than obvious he wore nothing underneath. He fixed Johnny with a half-smile, and raised an eyebrow. "Well? What about the trousers?"

Orlando had never seen Johnny at a loss for words before, and it didn't last long. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across the other man's face and he looked Orlando up and down lasciviously. "Actually, to be honest, I prefer you without them, Orli," he said softly.

Orlando would have sworn the temperature in the room had doubled. Johnny's dark eyes burned into him, and his heart rate increased. This was it. "But that would leave me at a disadvantage, as you're fully clothed, Johnny," he replied, pulling the shirt up, making no effort now to disguise the bulge in his jeans.

Johnny glanced down, eyes lingering on the outline of Orlando's arousal, and said, "It certainly doesn't look like you have any disadvantages at all."

Orlando grinned and stepped closer to Johnny. "Wouldn't you like a closer look?" He was feeling much bolder now that he was sure.

Orlando shivered as Johnny's eyeept ept very deliberately over his whole body. Then he said, "Yes, I think I very much would." Johnny paused, then added, "I'd like to feel as well."

"Oh, I think that can be arranged," breathed Orlando as Johnny closed the distance between them.

For a brief moment, they stood face to face, only an inch apart, and savored the tense anticipation. Then Orlando couldn't help it; he moved forward, crushing his lips to Johnny's, and pressed his body tightly against the other man.

Johnny responded immediately, parting his lips to Orlando,ir tir tongues meeting eagerly. They were almost the same height, which meant their arousals rubbed against each other easily. This soon had them both moaning into the kiss, and finally they pulled back.

"God, Orli, I've wanted this for so long," Johnny groaned, his hands on the other man's back.

"Same here," breathed Orlando, his eyes dark with lust. "Why did we wait so long?"

Johnny grinned. "No idea. But let's not waste any more time, shall we?"

"Sounds good to me," moaned Orlando, and they kissed again, hot and hard and desperate.

Soon, Johnny had Orlando backed up against a wall, and they were grinding together, clinging to each other breathlessly. Orlando thought he had never felt so turned on, so hard, so needy. The friction of the other man's hard length against his was delicious, just enough to keep him moaning but not enough to bring him off. It felt so good, he never wanted it to end yet he wanted more. In his mind, these weren't contradictions but sharp pleasure. The wall behind him, Johnny's mouth on his neck, the hard cock against his own... everything was perfect.

"God, Orlando, want you so much," moaned Johnny, and the words even made Orlando shiver.

"Want you too," he agreed. "But here?" Not that he would have disagreed with just about anything right now...

Johnny looked around. "No, not ideal, is it?" he agreed. "But I really can't go back out there like this," he added, rocking his hips against Orlando as if to remind him how aroused he was.

Not that Orlando needed a reminder; his own cock felt like it was ready to explode. He slid a hand between them and rubbed at Johnny's erection. "Well, I can think of a couple of things we could do about that," he suggested teasingly.

The groan that came from Johnny at this was almost enough to make Orlando come all on its own. "God, Orlando, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you like this."

"Really?" smiled Orlando, unbuttoning Johnny's jeans and sliding his hand inside. "Tell me about it..."

Johnny moaned, a deep sensual sound, and his eyes fluttered shut at the first touch of Orlando's hand on his cock. "I always thought you were so sexy," he murmured. He moved his own hand, reaching into Orlando's opened jeans and wrapping around his erection. "Then I met you, and you were even hotter. The first time I saw you, I got so hard I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off."

Orlando gasped, from Johnny's words and his hand touching him. He could just picture the other man standing in a stall, stroking himself quickly, silently, all because of him. "I wanted you too," he managed to moan. "I thought of you too, all the time."

They both pulled back just a bit, enough to lower their trousers for access, and they stroked each other quickly. They kissed urgently, and Orlando thought briefly that they were like a couple of schoolboys, overrun by hormones, pleasuring each other illicitly.

But that only made it feel better.

"Johnny," groaned Orlando. "Feels so good..."

"I want to make you feel even better, Orli," purred Johnny. "I want to take you home... take off all your clothes... kiss you all over..."

"Oh god," gasped Orlando. "I want that..." The idea of having Johnny touch him all over, have him all to himself all night, was incredible.

"Soon," Johnny promised. "You're so gorgeous, I want to do everything to you..."

Stroke, gasp, it was so hard to keep a rhythm when Johnny was touching him like that. "I want you to fuck me, Johnny," Orlando finally managed to gasp, shakily. "Want you inside..."

That pushed Johnny over the edge. With a gasp, he climaxed, and Orlando felt the pulse before the weat cat covered his hand, and he slowed his strokes to prolong the other man's pleasure.

Johnny sped up his hand now, still panting from release, and said, "Come for me, Orlando, want to see you come... like you're going to come when I fuck you..."

Orlando was gone then, climax taking him savagely, and he came hard, gasping Johnny's name. It felt so good, yet he knew there was more, and as he moaned he knew that he needed more.

They clung to each other, legs weak, until they caught their breath.

"Wow," said Johnny, grinning crookedly at Orlando. "That was... god." He leaned forward and kissed the other man leisurely, exploring his mouth. Then he pulled back and said softly. "You're amazing."

Orlando smiled back. "In the immortal words of an old band whose name escapes me at the moment, baby, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Johnny laughed, and said, "I think I'll hold you to that. Shall we get out of here before we get busted for ruining the costumes?"

Orlando looked down and winced. "Maybe we'd better. Think they'll notice?"

They put the room to rights as best they could and snuck out quietly.

To play in more private places.