Coming Out

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, if I did... Benji would be my sex slave. This never happened.

Benji sighed as he slumped on the couch on the set of the bands new video. He was stressed. Maybe this "Coming out" video wasn't a good idea. Maybe he and Joel should just stay in the closet. Coming out could mean losing fans, and their record deal. Maybe this just wasn't a smart thing to do.

He liked the idea for the video though. The director told him and Joel to pick one actor or musician, each, that they thought was hot and in the video "hook" up with them. Oh, yeah he liked that idea. And he was happy when Orlando said he could direct and act.

Orlando Bloom was trying his hand at the other side of the movie business, starting slowly with directing music videos, then he'd move up. He'd been ecstatic that Good Charlotte had asked him to direct Benji and Joel's "Coming Out" video. For Orlando, the song and video meant something to him, for he was now openly bisexual.

And Benji knew this. And this made Benji happy.

And while Joel would be making out with the very straight Heath Ledger, Benji's tongue would be occupying Orlando Bloom's mouth. Yes, this made Benji very happy.

Benji had yet to really meet Mr. Bloom, but he knew the time would come, and he couldn't wait for it to happen.

No, he couldn't wait one bit.

It was too bad he had to wait, but only another three or four minutes.

The tick of the clock was annoyingly slow. He knew time went by faster than this. Maybe Billy had fucked with the clock to make it go by slower, just to fuck with Benji, make him squirm while he waited to talk to the man who haunted his dreams. The one man he had seriously lusted after. There had been no other's before Orlando Bloom, or, well, Legolas Greenleaf, to get really technical about it.

There was only two minutes left now. Only two... two... he could deal with 120 seconds. He could.

"Christ Benjamin Madden," he said to himself, "You're acting like a rabid animal in heat. Get ahold of yourself."

"Bloody hell, are you talking to yourself?"

The sexy, rich voice of Orlando Bloom filled Benji's ears. He hadn't even heard him come in.

"Sorry." Benji said politely, standing up to shake Orlando's hand. "Coaching myself, for the video shoot."

Orlando smiled and Benji swore to himself that he could've climaxed with the look on that gorgeous man's face. "It's alright. I was just shocked about the "animal in heat" part. I didn't realized that was involved in video shoots."

Benji knew he turned at least twenty shades of pink when Orlando said that. "Sorry," he grumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment. "So, do you go by Orli, or Orlando?"

"Either one is fine." Both men fell onto the couch. "So, you wanna go over the treatment?"

"Yeah." Benji whispered, trying to control the swelling taking place in his groin area. "Like, any boundaries on what goes on in the video, like hands and such?" He started to nervously, and unconciously pick at the middle piercing on his bottom lip.

Orlando grinned and gently pulled Benji's hand away from his lip. "Whatever you want is fine with me. It's your anthem for coming out."

'But what if I wanted to bend you over this couch and fuck you so hard you can only remember my name?' Benji though to himself, his pants growing tighter in the crotch as he did. "That sounds cool..." He managed to squeak out.

"So, which one are you?" Orlando asked. "Are you Benji or Joel?"

"Benji." he said, smiling. "Joel is the thinner, unpierced and less tattooed twin."

Orlando nodded. "I don't like guys too skinny."

Benji smiled slightly, trying not to blush, again. 'I am not the sixteen year old girl who wanted to lick me at the concert last night, why am I acting like her?' Benji questioned himself mentally. "That's cool."

Benji cursed to himself as his pager went off. "Shit." he grumbled, looking down and seeing his sister's number. "I have to go. I'll see you at the shoot tomorrow." Benji told him, standing up from the couch.

Orlando stood up with him and shook his hand again. "One thing" Orlando said, not letting go of Benji's hand yet. His mouth suddenly desended upon Benji's in a gently kiss, and Orlando ran his tongue along the outside of Benji's lips, circling all three of his bottom lip piercings and sucking gently on each of them. "Can't wait for more tomorrow." Orlando's voice, now husky, whispered. He turned and left the room before Benji could say his reply.

"Me too." Benji muttered, placing a hand over his mouth.

**

Tomorrow did't come soon enough, as far as Benji was concerned. He was going to get two, possibly three days to make out with Orlando Bloom, every teenage girl's wet dream... And definitely one of his, though he was now twenty-five.

He tried not to skip around the set, he didn't want to give it away to everyone just how excited he was to be with Orlando, even if the slightly older man was just acting. He'd stick his tongue down Orli's throactiacting or not, and enjot it. And make sure Orlando was enjoying it too.

Joel was the only one who really caught on to how hyped up Benji was. 'Stupid twin intution.' Benji grumbled mentally. 'I'm older than him. I should decide whether or not he gets to read my mind.'

Benji tried to act like a good sport when Joel came over and clapped him on the back. "Calm down, Benj." He whispered to him. "You're getting to hyped. It's just Orlanloomloom."

'Just Orlando Bloom.' Benji laughed in his head. "The man is a god." Benji told Joel. "How am I not supposed to get worked up. I get to make out with a god."

"And according to some girl with a sign at our concert two nights ago, you're a god too. You guys are equals. Calm down. And shut up." Joel patted his tattooed back one last time and left him standing in the middle of the set.

There was only about fifteen minutes until the video shoot was going to start. Benji got lucky. His scene with Orlando came first. He took a deep breath, willing the blood in his body to leave his nether regions and travel somewhere else. He did not need American knowing he really, really wanted to fuck Orlando Bloom.

Benji realized for the first time that he was the only one in the room, and he slumped on the couch.

A devilish grin crossed his face. He had just enough time...

He dropped his hand to the front of his black Dickies, ready to pull the zipped down.

But he stopped himself.

Anyone could walk in at any moment. He didn't want to get caught masturbating, least of all by Orlando Bloom.

But, hadn't it been Orlando who had kissed him? Orlando who had sucked ever so briefly on each of his three bottom lip piercings?

Yes, it had.

That meant something.

Orlando was into him too. Or, he really hoped so.

Time was ticking by slowly again... He really wanted it to go by fast... He really wanted to make out with Orlando Bloom... Maybe, just maybe, Orlando was into him and they'd be able to do more.

The devilish smile returned. He was going to fuck Orlando by the time this video was done, come hell or high-water.

**

Benji tried to hold back his moan as his mouth moved over Orlando's during his twin brother's solo. It was hard. He though this part of the video would be easy. It wasn't. He was getting hard already, and they were just making out.

He ran his tongue along the outside of Orlando's lips, pulling his head closer with his right hand, and using his left to grab Orlando's posterior. He pulled Orlando's body over his just a bit, so the smaller man was straddling his thighs and hiding his erection. He grinned softly when he felt Orlando's own hardening pole straining against his jeans.

The weight of the couch shifted as Joel sat down, mouthing the lyrics to the song, and patting Orlando on the back softly. While this happened, Benji let his tongue occupy Orlando's mouth, moaning deeply, against his will when Orlando bit around the barbell and tugged softly.

The chorse of the song soon faded away and Orlando pulled back from Benji and yelled out "CUT!" He moved off of Benji's lap and straightened himself out. Benji smiled when he saw that Orlando had to shift his upper thighs a bit, undoubtably adjusting himself.

"Benji, get ready for your solo. Joel, find heath and bring him to your set." Orlando commanded softly, trying not to let anyone know of the discomfort he felt in his groin.

Benji walked up to Orlando and hugged him from behind. "Tell me you didn't like that." Benji's slightly deep bvoice whispered in Orlando's ear, he flicked his tongue out against the tip of Orlando's ear.

Orlando moaned softly, and leaned back into Benji's embrace. "Fine, I didn't like it." he said weakly, his body betraying him and his pants tightening even more.

Benji smirked and kissed Orlando's neck, giving him chills from his lip piercings. "That's not very convincing." Benji taunted him, running his tongue along his neck. Orlando groaned and turned around in Benji's arms, kissing him soundly on the lips. Benji smiled to himself and placed his hands on Orlando's ass, raising him up a bit, and then he slipped his tongue into Orlando's mouth, again, Orlando played with his tongue piercing and Benji almost creamed his jeans that second.

"Get a room!" Paul, Good Chaarlotte's bassist called out to the pair, who were now swapping tongues openly. "Some of us are straight."

Billy and Chris (guitarist and drummer) snickered at what Paul said. "He's right." Billy told Benji and Orlando. "We don't need to be seeing that."

Benji flipped all three of them off and pulled away from Orlando for a moment. "Be in my room after we're done for today."

Orlando nodded and Benji kissed him softly, one last time.

**

The rest of the video shoot had been hell for Benji. He tried to play his guitar and mouth the lyrics, but it was difficult. His brother was making out with Heath Ledger right behind him and he was forced to stare at Orlando as the scene was being directed. Lucky for him though, the guitar hid the lump in his pants very well. For that, he was very, very grateful.

Benji was forced to film that one scene four or five times in a row, he had lost count, because of his lack of concentration. After several attempts though, he got it right and Orlando cut filming foe dae day.

Benji tried not to notice Orlando's look of disappointment when he took his guitar off his shoulder and walked off the set. He knew Orlando had to be wondering how he did such a great job during Joel's solo and such a poor one during his. The answer was easy enough for Benji. He had no problem making out with Orlando, but when he had to perform in front of Orlando, things got... uncomfortable.

He just hoped Orlando showed up in his room that night, and that he hadn't messed up too terribly.

Thankfully enough, Benji hadn't screwed up too bad. He was surprised, but not too surprised when he heard a knock on the door of his hotel room. He smiled inwardly and moved towards the door. He knew Orlando was on the other side so he grabbe dhim by his shirt, withouth fully opening the door, and yanked him in.

Within seconds their mouths were on eachother, kissing, licking, biting. Orlando pulled Benji's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked roughly on the middle lips piercing, no doubt bruising Benji's lip.

"Oh god Orli..." Benji moaned, pulling orlando closer to him, trying to kiss him deeper. Orlando smiled and pulled away just enough for both of them to remove their shirts. He smiled as he took in Benji's tattooed body, but the moment was short lived when Benji pulled Orlando back to him, their hot skin scortching eachother. Orlando moved his hands down Benji's body, not breaking their kiss as he unbuckled Benji's belt and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, sending them to the floor, along with his boxers. "Oh fuck..." Benji knew what was coming.

Orlando got on his knees in from of Benji and Benji sat down on the edge of the bed. 'Thank god for small hotel rooms...' he thought to himself, glad that he wasn't in a suite.

His thoughts were short lived as Orlando's perfect tongue snaked out of his mouth and gently touched the tip of Benji's erection. Benji held back from grabbing Orlando's head and forcing himself into that luscious mouth. He grabbed the bed sheets and gently bucked his hips.

Orlando grinned softly and swirled his tongue around the head of Benji's cock. He knew the rockstar desperately wanted more. It was obviously in the tautness of his body and the white knuckles that were gripping the sheets. He gently took the entire head of Benji's manhood in his mouth and sucked on it.

"Holy hell." Benji groaned, laybackback on the bed, running his hands through Orlando's soft curls. "Orli baby, please, please..."

Orlando pulled back completely and Benji sat up, startled that the pleasure was lost. "Please what?" Orlando's grin was absolutely evil.

"Please, suck my cock, baby, I'm dying here." Benji begged. Orlando obliged and swiftly took as much of Benji's length in his mouth as possible. "That's it..." Benji sighed, running his fingers in Orlando's curls, pulling him closer. Orlando wasted no time in starting a swift rhythm on Benji's dick. Benji wasted no time in thrusting up to meet his movements, desperately fucking Orlando's mouth. "Holy shit..." Benji let out, his juices coming out of him and flowing down Orlando's throat. Benji continued to pump his hips until his orgasm subsided.

Benji laid on the bed, trying to regain his breath after his powerful orgasm and Orlando climbed onto the bed and laid beside him. "You're beautiful, love." He whispered, kissing Benji softly. "That was one powerful orgasm."

Benji grinned and pulled Orlando's head down to his. He kissed him roughly and then proceeded to kneel on the bed, and he brought Orli up with him. "You're not naked enough." Benji decided.

"Here." Orlando said and he handed him a small tube of lubricant from his pocket. Benji smiled and plathe the lube next to him on the bed, then grabbed orlando's hips and started to completely undress him. Orlando helped Benji remove his pants and boxers, then, when both were on their knees, Orlando clutched Benji's face in his hands and kissed his mouth softly.

"How do you want it?" Orlando asked, running his hands down Benji's body.

"I want to fuck you." Benji answered, wrapping his arms around Orlando's body and holding him, bringing their mouths together again. Their kiss wasn't as fierce this time, but gentle, sweet. Benji laid Orlando down on his back, and spread his thighs, he grabbed the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. He gently introduced the index and middle fingers of his left hand into Orlando, letting him get used to the feel. When he felt Orlando was opened up enough, he pulled his fingers out and poured more of the lubricant into his palm and greased up his returning erection.

Slowly, Benji eased his cock into Orlando, stopping every few inches or so to let him adjust to his slightly above average size. When he was fully sheathed inside Orlando, he groaned at the heat of him. "Fuck. Ben Benji cursed. He gently pulled his hips back, all the way, and pushed forward again, delighting in the moan that Orlando rewarded him with.

Orlando had never felt so filled before. He clenched his muscles around Benji's dick and smile softly when he heard Benji's groan. Benji pulled his hips back again and pushed inside. It wasn't long before they both got used to the feel of eachother bor bored with the slow pace.

"Fuck me harder." Orlando growled, bucking his hips up against Benji. Benji obliged and slowly, to tease Orlando, worked his hips up to a fast pace, pistoning Orlando's body with his own.

"So... fucking... tight..." The tattooed rockstar grunted, working his hips fiercly, desperately trying to please both of them.

"Bloody Christ!" Benji's lover exclaimed, his orgasm rushing through his body as hied wed was dispelled all over their chests.

"Oh fuck Orli..." Benji moaned, his release following Orlando's as he came inside of him. He rested his head against Orlando's chest and they both waited to catch their breath.

Once they were both breathing normally, Benji pulled out of Orlando, reached up to the night stand, grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped of their chests. He threw the soiled pieces of paper towards the hotel waste bin, and missed, but he didn't care.

Again, he rested upon Orli's chest and Orlando ran his hand over the man's purple hair and kissed his forehead.

"That was amazing, love." Orlando told Benji, snuggling up to him more.

"Oh god, yes it was." Benji agreed, turning his head to place a soft kiss on Orlando's chest. "And we still have two more days left."

"I can't wait." Orlando said, his grin evident in his voice.

The lovers then shifted under the bed's covers and drifted off to sleep.

the end.

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