The Coffee Skinned Bohemian Poet

Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny and orlando, except in my mind. I make no profit except for fun and pleasure.

Ashes fell gently from the slender brown cigarette onto the black sleeve of Johnny's jacket. He puffed, unaware of the ashen snowflakes lying lightly on his sleeve.
In a subconscious nature,Orlando leaned over and lightly blew the the dust from his sleeve sending the snowflakes cascading to the ground of the outdoor coffee shop.
Johnny glanced up into Orlando's eyes, smiled a golden smile and tilted back his paper coffee cup to his lips.
Orlando could not help thinking how Johnny's skin reminded him coffee, with a little cream added for smoothness and a tad of sugar for a hint of sweetness.
Just then he realized he was staring at Johnny, his mouth agape.
He felt his face grow warm and redden with embarrassment as he suddenly realized the desire he was beginning to feel for the coffee skinned Bohemian poet sitting across from him.
Johnny reached down and dug around into his backpack, adorned with multi colored scarves, with a pink teddy bear attached to the back, mementos from his family back home. He pulled out a purple notepad, a pen and opened it to an empty page. He began scrawling messy letters across the white sheets of paper.
Orlando leaned over to glimpse what Johnny was writing, looked up and caught Johnny's eyes looking back.
"Having a thought?" Orlando asked, looking back down at the scribbling's.
"A poem just hit me." Johnny laughed
"Happen often?" Orlando asked.
"Every moment of my life." Johnny answered, adding "This one is about a young British actor looking so stunning over his morning tea."
"OH" Orlando responded, tilting back his paper cup of Chai Tea, not taking his eyes off Johnny. He looked around and realized they were the only two souls gracing the place at 6 AM.
"I've never written poetry." Orlando said "Only term papers for college.. I don't think I could do it."
Johnny thumbed to the next snow white sheet of paper, ripped it out, handed it to the young actor. He dug into his adorned backpack and produced a pen.
"Give it a shot. Write whatever comes to your mind. Don't think..just do..."
Orlando took the paper and pen. He looked out toward the ocean for inspiration. He watched the boats rock on the white caps, the gulls screeching into the sky. He looked behind him at the tourist village. He contemplated awhile, then looked up into Johnny's eyes looking back. He jumped at the thought that came to him and his pen raced across the blue lines of the snow white paper.
"Inspired?" Johnny asked.
"Most definitely" Orlando responded. He reached out and lightly touched the 3 tattoo on Johnny's hand. Johnny turned his hand over and grasped Orlando's.
"See" He said gently and quietly "I told you that you could do it. Where did you find your inspiration?" Johnny asked innocently.
"I found it was here all along." Orlando answered , gently pulling his hand from Johnny's grasp and resumed scribbling his musings on the lines.
He turned the paper around for Johnny to read, slightly embarrassed at his inexperience.
Johnny read the poem out loud.

"Coffee taste better
with a hint of cream
Brown eye's glisten
A song to dream"

"It's not finished." Orlando said.
"It's a great start Orlando, I love it." Johnny smiled, he slipped the paper across the table back to Orlando.
The young man put the tip of his pen to paper, looked up and laid it back down on the table.
Johnny leaned back in his chair, produced a pouch of Bali Shag tobacco and rolling papers. He sprinkled the tobacco into the brown licorice paper and rolled the cigarette. The whole process taking mere seconds. When the tip of his tongue came out to lick the paper it sent Orlando over the edge. The young man squirmed a bit in his chair and picked up his pen.
He began to scribble more thoughts.
He wrote:


Hands
fingers
twirl the brown paper
twisting
twirling
pinching
tongue
pink
lips pursed
moisten paper
hands
cupped
round lips
fire ignites
smoke curls around
his head
like a halo
hands
grip
caress
lips
breathe
smoke fills his eyes
smoking Johnny


He handed the poem to Johnny, who read it silently.
"May I keep it?" He asked.
Orlando nodded while Johnny folded the paper and put it in his jacket pocket.
Moments later Johnny stood up, put his notebook into his back pack and stated to Orlando, "Time to play Pirates." and walked away, Orlando close at his heels like an obedient puppy, tail wagging in the process.

After the days filming had wrapped Johnny had just finished showering in his dressing trailer. He emerged from the shower to hear a knocking at his door. He wrapped a large red towel around his waist and cracked the door opened just enough for one brown eye to peer out. He was greeted by a simple wave from Orlando.
"Come in, come in." Johnny said, standing back to open the door.
The two had only been acquainted for several weeks and Orlando was not sure if entering Johnny's trailer while he was wet and half naked was proper protocol.
He stepped into the rather large R. V.
"Am I intruding?" he asked, smiling.
"Never Orlando. You're always welcome." Johnny replied, sitting on a small couch located across from the door, his towel slipping open to briefly reveal his nudity.
Orlando's eyes darted to the gap and the package it revealed and he quickly looked up to meet Johnny's eyes.
Johnny laughed innocently and pulled the towel closed.
"What's up, pup?" Johnny asked
"Well we have a weekend off" Orlando started, eyes trailing back down to the fluffy red towel.
"I was wondering if you had any plans.... for the weekend?" he added.
"Yes!" Johnny shouted. "My bed and I have intimate plans. You know the bed is the most private space you will ever be in? I eat, drink, write, read in my bed. I watch T. V. in my bed." He said
"What about sleep?" Orlando laughed.
"Oh yeah, sleep" Johnny noted "And fucking, can't forget that!"
"Definitely can't forget that." Orlando blushed.
They sat in silence for a moment or two when Orlando asked.
"Only in you're bed?"
"What?" Johnny inquired.
"The shagging?" Orlando answered, adding "Only in you're bed?"
"No." Johnny stated.
"I can do it in a box
I can do it with a fox
I can do it here
I can do it there
I can do it anywhere"
"What?" Orlando questioned.
"Dr. Suess, great poet." Johnny said, standing up, adjusting his towel.
"Uh, Johnny, the great Dr. was talking about Green Eggs and Ham" Orlando said.
"Oh." Johnny answered "Well, I take those in bed too!"
Orlando quickly stood up and turned for the door. "I've got to go." he said
"Where?" Johnny asked.
"Back to my trailer to take a shower before I head back to my hotel." Orlando answered.
"You can take one here, Orlando. Then you can come back to my yacht for some Friday night cocktails. A glass of wine perhaps?"
"Are you sure?" Orlando asked
Johnny stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. He came out holding two neatly folded red towels like the one loosely tide around his slender waist.
"110% sure Orlando." he said, handing the young British actor the towels.
Orlando reached for the towels with both hands, briefly making contact with Johnny's artistic fingers. He felt a jolt similar to electricity upon contact and looked into Johnny's eyes.
"I felt it too." Johnny murmured.
"What?" Orlando questioned.
"That." He trailed off "That moment......." He let go of the towels and Orlando's fingertips and gestured his open palm to the bathroom and the shower awaiting Orlando.
Orlando walked into the bathroom, briefly looking behind him to see Johnny still watching him with his deep brown eyes. He started to close the door, paused, then opened it back to it's original position. He lay the towels on the closed toilet seat and began to unbuckle his belt. He kicked off his shoes, shed his jeans, tee shirt and boxers. He bent over to turn on the water and stepped inside.
As the hot water danced acrossed his recently tanned skin he moaned out loud.
"Oh God, Shit!" it wasn't until it came out that he realized just how loud it actually was.
Johnny walked to the opened door and called "You okay in there, mate?"
"110%" Orlando called back. "Feels so bloody good." He reached for the shampoo sitting in a shower caddy hanging from the shower head.
"Johnny, can I use your shampoo?" He shouted from beneath the warm flowing water.
"You can use whatever you need." Johnny's soft voice answered back.
Orlando looked up to find Johnny on the other side the glass shower door.
"Thanks" Orlando answered, a bit surprised, but not disappointed, to find Johnny so close.
"I thought we could start early" Johnny said, placing a glass of Merlot on the bathroom counter. "Do you need anything else?" he asked.
"Soap?" Orlando asked
Johnny reached up, slid the glass door open and took a bottle of liquid soap tucked in behind the conditioner and handed it to Orlando.
"Thanks." Orlando replied.
Johnny slid the door back closed and disappeared into the lavish R.V.
Once Orlando was done showering he wrapped the towel around his waist, gathered his clothes in his arms, retrieved the glass of merlot and emerged from the bathroom to find Johnny lying on the bed at the back of the R. V., cigarette in one hand and a John Wilmont book in the other. He had put on jeans and a tight fitting white wife beater shirt.
Orlando sat on a chair next to the bed and smiled, taking a sip from his wine.
"Feel better?" Johnny asked, lying down his book.
"Yes, but I'm tired." Orlando answered.
"You want to lie down a bit before we head off?" Johnny asked from the bed.
"Okay" Orlando answered. He stood up, took another sip of wine, lay his bundle of clothing onto the chair and crawled onto the bed next to Johnny. He lay flat on his back and turned his head towards him.
"Johnny?" Orlando called.
"Yes?" Johnny asked.
"Back there, when you handed me the towels. What did you feel?"
"What do you mean?" Johnny asked.
"When you said 'I felt it too' " Orlando said.
"That electrical charge, Orlando, the one we produce when we do this." Johnny answered, lying his hand on top of Orlando's, which was resting gently at his side on the mattress.
"Yeah." Orlando answered "I felt that. I was wondering what that was." Orlando stated, rolling over onto his side to face Johnny.
Johnny tightened his grip on Orlando's hand, clasping their fingers together.
"Do you feel it now?" Orlando asked.
"Yes, do you?" Johnny asked back.
"Yes" Orlando whispered. "What's causing it?"
"Us" Johnny whispered, he rolled over on to his side so that their faces were just inches apart. Johnny closed the gap between them and placed his lips on Orlando's and slipped his tongue into the young British actor's mouth.
Orlando felt a jolt of electricity surge through his body. He felt Johnny's hand come up and touch the side of his face, drift down to his neck and leave a warm trail down to his hip where the towel was resting.
Johnny gently slid his hand from Orlando's hip down to the front of the towel where it was neatly tucked in. He un tucked the cloth and cupped his hand on Orlando's cock. He looked into his eyes, tightened his grip a little more firmly and placed his lips once again on Orlando's. In reflex Orlando's arm wrapped around Johnny's waist and he involuntarily bucked his body against Johnny's hand.
He whispered against Johnny's lips " This reminds me of the rush of lightening during a storm."
Johnny laughed and moved his hand down the shaft.
"Then I think we're expecting a hurricane" He said, wrapping his leg over Orlando's hip.
Orlando let out a little squeak, surprising even himself at the sound emitting from his throat. Their bodies entangled, becoming one as their breathing matched in rhythm.
"I want to look into your eyes when you cum." Johnny murmured " Will you do that for me?" he asked.
"Yes" Orlando whined "God Yes...."
Johnny unzipped his jeans, removed them, his t shirt and rolled away from Orlando. He slid open a drawer next to the bed and produced a bottle of oil. When he applied it to his own cock the sight of Johnny touching his own body brought Orlando's own hand down to his own cock and he began touching himself in ecstasy.
"Wait for me, love." Johnny demanded in his best British accent.
Orlando removed his hand, Johnny rolled back over to look into his lovely face. He grasped Orlando's thigh, pulled it up high onto his own hip and placed his cock at the tight opening. He slid one arm under Orlando's body, grasping his slender back and slowly entered his body. Orlando closed his eyes in response.
"Keep them open, pup." Johnny pleaded.
Orlando opened his eyes as Johnny used his other hand to grasp his lower back and brought their bodies closer. He tucked his mouth under Orlando's jaw line and gave a firm suck to his neck. He moved his head back and looked into Orlando's brown eyes, which had began to well up into liquid ponds.
"Poetry" Johnny said, more to himself than Orlando. "You're poetry in motion." He rolled his body on top of Orlando's, landing between his thighs and thrust a little harder.
"Then you're the poet, Johnny." Orlando whispered. "This couldn't be written without you." He wrapped his arms around Johnny's waist and brought his knees up against his hips.
Desiring more contact, if that was at all possible, Orlando proceeded to roll over on top of Johnny. But the resulting effect was the two of them rolling onto the floor and off the small R. V. bed. Orlando sat on top of Johnny and guided Johnny's cock back into himself.
"Oh God" Orlando shrieked, arching his back at the pleasure he was receiving.
Johnny's hand rested on Orlando's abs then once again he grasped his cock.
Orlando lowered his upper body down, using his elbows and forearms to rest on. He looked into Johnny's eyes. A smile crossed Johnny's face as his hands came up to tangle into Orlando's wavy brown locks.
"Your in control now Orlando, you're the poet."
Orlando moved his hips and thrust Johnny in and out of his body, growling from his throat at each re entry.
"I've never felt this way before." He weakly muttered
"Me too, Orlando. Don't let it end............" Johnny answered.
Johnny grasped one of Orlando's hands and gripped it tightly while caressing his cock with the other.
Orlando looked down into Johnny's eyes and came into his hand with a small gasp.
He collapsed on top of his body briefly, rolled off and looked down to see that he was not quite at that moment yet. He looked into his eyes, pressed his lips onto his and whispered into his ear.
"Do you need a little help?"
"Just a little." Johnny laughed.
Orlando sat up, got onto his knees and pressed the tip of his tongue on the head of Johnny's cock, illiciting a deep moan from the Bohemian laid out below him. Orlando raised his head to look at Johnny, whose eyes were lightly closed, his mouth open into the shape of an "O"
He lowered his head and took all of him into his mouth, feeling the head press at the back of his throat. He moved up and down his shaft.
"I'm coming, Orlando, you don't have to swallow."
Orlando continued until Johnny emptied himself.
Orlando climbed up into Johnny's arm, draped his leg over him and said "Coffee, with a bit of cream."
Johnny laughed
"You swallow very well, pup. I can't wait to find out what you taste like."
Johnny reached over and pulled out a piece of paper from his jeans.
"The poem I wrote this morning."
Orlando unfolded the piece of paper and read:

" An angel in my midst
afraid to open my eyes
for fear it's just a dream
He'll float away to the heavens
from which he came
my eyes flutter open
to reveal a vision
An angel in my midst"

"Is this about me?" Orlando asked.
"I told you Orlando, this morning, write, don't think."
It's beautiful." Orlando responded
"Your beautiful!" Johnny replied.

(Author's note..all poetry wrote by the author and is original)