Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 13:51:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Orlando

  Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional.
Neither Orlando Bloom nor any other real life celebs
mentioned in this work are known to be gay or
bisexual.


   Technical difficulties had delayed the day's
shooting and Orlando Bloom found himself curled up in
his trailer, listening to a Ben Harper CD and reading
through a script that had been messengered to him the
day before by his agent.

   It was typical of the scripts he'd been getting
since Lord of the Rings- action adventure films in
need of a dewy eyed young heartthrob who could either
aim a bow or brandish a sword.

   It was all getting a bit tiring, really.  "Yet here
I am again," Orlando muttered aloud. Here was the set
of Troy. At least this time, he was playing a
character that was less than heroic, although swords
and bows were once again key props for his character.

   It had all been fun at first. Orlando loved a good
action flick as much as the next guy. But, really, was
he ever going to be offered anything else?

   Sighing, Orlando ran a hand through his dark hair
and put down the script. Closing his eyes, he laid
back and let the music coming from his CD player wash
over him.

   The knocking startled Orlando. He must have dozed
off. In fact, he'd been having a really sweet dream
about Johnny.

   "Damn," he sighed, reluctant to let go of the dream
and feeling a little irritated with whoever it was
pounding on his trailer door, probably some poor sap
of a PA coming to tell him they'd be ready for him
soon.

   "Yeah?" Orlando asked as he opened the door.

   "Hey! Were you napping? Sorry!"

   Orlando bit back the irritated retort that would
otherwise have come to his lips. It was impossible to
look Brad Pitt in the face and still feel irritated
over petty matters.

   "It's all right. Come in?" Orlando asked, stepping
back into the trailer to allow Brad access.

   "Thanks, man," Brad said as he squeezed past
Orlando, their bodies making tantalizing but all too
brief contact in the narrow entry way.

   Orlando felt a stirring in his loins, which wasn't
exactly convenient, for a number of reasons. One was
that he was currently wearing only his favorite
tattered old bathrobe over a pair of boxer shorts.
Another was that he had a boyfriend already, and Brad
was a married man.

   He tired to will himself into acting cool as he
watched Brad, dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans
and an equally tight white t-shirt, sit down in the
living room area of his trailer.

   "So, it looks like the whole day is pretty much
shot, man. I just got word from Herr Wolfie," Brad
said, using his joking nickname for their director,
Wolfgang Peteresen.

   "A day off? How novel," Orlando grinned, then
instantly kicked himself mentally. Why did he always
have to sound like some uptight Brit around Brad? He
got so nervous around him.
  
   "Yeah. So, you want to hang with me? I got nothing
to do but sit around and miss Jenn," Brad smiled.

   "Oh. Sure. Of course," Orlando tried to hide his
surprise. Though they'd been quite friendly around the
set, they hadn't many scenes together and so far had
only gone out socially in group settings.

   "Great, man. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go
find a place to grab some lunch or something," Brad
suggested.

   Orlando glanced down at himself, at the rather
threadbare bathrobe he couldn't bring himself to part
with, now open to revel his smooth, toned chest.

   "Yeah, this isn't exactly lunch attire, now is it?"
Orland smiled at Brad. "Hold on just a moment."

   "No hurry," Brad said. Was it Orlando's
imagination, or were the older man's eyes lingering a
bit longer than necessary on his partially exposed
chest?

   Orlando returned to the trailer's bedroom and
quickly doffed the robe. He began frantically
searching through the limited wardrobe he had in the
trailer, wishing that most of his clothes weren't back
in the hotel.

   'Why I am getting so flustered over this? He's
married. And I'm in love with Johnny.' Orlando
reminded himself.

   And he was. In love with Johnny, that is. It was
just really hard being separated so much of the time.
He got very lonely, even with their nightly phone
conversations, which were the highlight of his day.

   Finally throwing on a black t-shirt and a pair of
khaki shorts over his boxers, Orlando returned to the
living room. This time, he had no doubt that Brad's
eyes flickered up and down the length of his body,
taking him in. Perhaps he was just critiquing the
outfit?

   "Ready?" Orlando asked, his throat feeling a bit
dry.

   "Yeah. So, what are you in the mood for?" Brad
asked, standing up. 

   "Excuse me?" 

   "What are you in the mood for? You know, food
wise?" Brad asked, a hint of a mischievous smile
playing across his lips.

   "Oh! Of course. Well, anything is fine with me,
really." Orlando said.

  "Okay, come on. I know just the place."

   Half an hour later, Orlando Bloom found himself
seated across a table from Brad Pitt in a secluded,
quiet restaurant.

   His earlier nervousness had already seemed to
evaporate as they found common ground in discussing
the shoot and their roles in the film.

   "You're kind of the It Boy right now, you know.
I've been there. It can be a wild ride," Brad smiled,
after several minutes of conversation.

   "Yeah. I never really wanted to be the It Boy, you
know. I just wanted to make a career in acting, and
play some great roles. I-" Orlando stopped talking and
began to play with his food a bit.

   "Let me guess. You feel like you're only getting
offered one kind of role now, that you're getting
pigeonholed into a certain image?" Brad asked, a
knowing smile on his face.

   Orlando looked up, his eyes meeting Brad's across
the table.

  "Exactly. It's fine for now, but it scares me a bit.
I'd love to have a career as versatile as Johnny's."

  "Johnny's?" Brad asked.

   Orlando felt himself blushing a bit. "Um, yeah.
Johnny Depp. He's sort of my... role model."

   "Oh. Well, I can tell you that it's all up to you,
man. You've got to fight for roles that aren't thought
to be 'you'."

   "Like when you did Twelve Monkeys," Orlando noted,
admiration in his voice. "Or Kalifornia."

   Brad laughed. "Yeah, I guess. Just remember that
you have the final say, man. But you've only got that
power while you're still considered hot, so be careful
with it."

   Orlando nodded. He and Johnny had had very similar
conversations of late. It was strange to be having the
same one with Brad Pitt.

   "Not that I can imagine a time when you're not
considered hot," Brad added. Orlando looked up and
felt himself blushing when he saw the twinkle in the
older man's blue eyes.

   "Thanks," Orlando said. What exactly was happening
here? Was Brad coming on to him?

   Orlando knew that Brad was considered bisexual, as
many in Hollywood were. "Straight' and 'gay' were in
the minority in the Entertainment industry, where
going both ways usually carried the day.

   But he also knew that since his marriage to
Jennifer Aniston, Pitt had been considered to be
completely faithful to his wife.

   Brad changed the subject back to the shoot, and the
two men continued chatting for nearly another hour.

   Finally, Brad signaled for their check and offered
Orlando a ride back to the hotel that most of the cast
and crew were calling home for the duration of the
shoot.

   The two men found themselves standing outside
Orlando's door quickly enough. 

   "Well, that was a lot of fun, thanks. We should do
it again sometime," Orlando said with a smile.

   "Yeah, we should. We really should. Hey, do you
mind if I use your bathroom really quick?" Brad asked.

   "Uh... sure," Orlando said, turning to open his
door. Brad's own room was just farther down the hall,
Orlando knew.

   Once inside, Orlando pointed the way. Brad,
however, made no move in that direction. Instead, he
stepped closer to Orlando, eliminating any personal
space between them.

   "You have the most beautiful brown eyes," Brad said
softly, his breath warm on Orlando's face.

  Orlando felt his stomach drop. Brad Pitt was coming
on to him. Brad Pitt! But Orlando knew he couldn't. He
couldn't cheat on Johnny.

   "Brad-"

   "Shh!" Brad put a finger on Orlando's lips. Orlando
felt a tingle rush through him at even this simple
contact.

   "I just.... I just want to kiss you. Just a kiss,"
Brad murmured. His eyes locked on Orlando's, he leaned
forward slowly.

   Orlando felt himself swept away by the look in
Brad's eyes. Knowing it was wrong, he felt himself
lean into the impending kiss, felt his arms slip
around Brad's broad back as their mouths and tongues
met. He felt Brad's arms wrap around his own body,
felt himself pulled closer into Pitt.

   Finally, Brad pulled away. Orlando's head was
swimming.

   "I want to make love to you, Orlando," Brad
whispered.

   Orlando froze. He couldn't. Johnny. But, his whole
body was aching for this, crying out for it. It had
been over a month since he and Johnny had last made
love.

   But he loved Johnny. He couldn't cheat on him, not
like this.

   "Brad, I-"

   "Let's not talk. I know we're both involved with
other people, Orlando. This will just be you, and me,
right here and right now. No one else has to know,
nothing else ever has to happen. Just the two of us,
right now, in the moment, giving in to something
bigger than both of us," Brad said.

   Orlando looked into Brad's eyes. He knew what was
about to happen, but still couldn't quite believe it.

   "Brad..."

  To Be Continued.... 

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