Summary: Josh and Orlando get drunk and find out they have more in common than they thought. Takes place during the filming of BHD.
Disclaimer: This piece of irredeemable smut is completely fictional. If it ever happened, I only apologize for not being there to see it.
Props to R&R for title and editing.
"Come on, one more round."
Josh's words were slurred and Orlando was sure they should quit while they were ahead but he decided one more couldn't hurt. The empty beer bottles lay pooled around their feet. Orlando stretches his leg out against the carpet, idly playing with the neck of a bottle between long, lazy sips. He nurses this one slowly. The buzz is already there, has been for sometime. He figures there's no need to play who can out drink whom anymore. For the record, Josh won. Orlando isn't proud of that.
Josh smiles at him through half-lidded eyes.
"What?"
"Nothin', man."
"Out with it, Hartnett," Orlando grins.
"Alright, alright. You just totally blank out at times, you know that?"
Orlando laughs. "Yeah, I do. It's one of my worst habits."
"Heh. Nothing could beat Elijah's nail-biting."
Orlando does a double take. Unexpected, that.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"You mentioned Lij?"
"Did I? Oh.. I'm totally wasted, man, I don't remember half of what I said tonight."
"Neither do I."
They fall into heavy laughter, heightened by their drunkenness and making the moment seem far funnier than it should have. It dies off before long and they're left in companionable silence, holding one another's eyes.
It's one of those moments. The ones you can't define but you know that something in the current conversation or situation has changed irrevocably. Orlando is good at spotting those moments.
Awkwardness settles in and their eyes fall away from one another. Orlando can't help but stare at Josh's bare forearms, hard muscled and mapped with veins from the intense training they've gone through. Josh lay on his side, facing Orlando, his long lithe body stretched out along the carpeting. The only thing between them is a few measly feet and about a dozen brown bottles.
Josh starts fumbling around in his pants pocket and Orlando's eyes shift down there. He pulls out one of his cigarettes; a cigarette that looks, and now that it's lit, smells damn familiar.
"Hey, what is that?"
"Gee, Bloom, they don't have cigarettes where you come from?"
One thing Orlando loves about Josh is his deadpan humor and sarcasm.
"Actually, they're called fags there. What's the brand, you cunt?"
"Cunt and fag in one sentence! You get extra points for that one."
"I'm waiting."
Josh takes a long drag and exhales the word like a lover's name, "Djarum. Cloves, y'know?"
Cloves. Ah, yes, how could he have forgotten? Elijah and his precious cloves; he was hardly ever without one. Except when Orlando was fucking him. And while in the shower. And when he was eating. Okay, the operative word was *hardly*.
Orlando shakes his fuzzy head. Bloody hell, fucking shit-faced.
"Elijah is addicted to those things."
Josh snorts. "Someone's addicted to cigarettes? Orlando, you jest."
Although, Orlando thinks, his sarcasm can get annoying after a while, especially when Orlando can barely manage coherent thought. Now he just wants to hit Josh. Or kiss him. Shut him up, either way.
"Just cloves, though. He loves those."
"He still smokes them?" Josh's voice rises in his surprise.
Still? "Uh.. yeah?"
"Wow. Huh."
"What?"
"Nothin'. Just. Huh. He begged me to let him try one. Didn't expect him to get 'addicted'."
"Smoked them all the time, man."
"That's right, you spent like over a year with him.."
Orlando frowns. Fun, drunk, sarcastic Josh seems to be gone, replaced by this wistful being in front of him. He's looking down, toying with the label on one of the dead soldiers.
"I miss him, sometimes."
Now Orlando feels like he's missed a huge chunk of this conversation.
"Miss him?"
"Yeah. We did a film together, man."
"Ahh. Had no idea, honestly."
"Huh. Never came up then? Don't blame him, not like it was a good film or anything."
Josh puts out his cig forcefully against the bottle and drops it inside. His hand goes around to the back of his neck and rubs absently, while meeting Orlando's gaze straight on.
"The nails. Those were a bad habit." Josh's eyes gleamed and his lip curled. "But a good way to get him to stop would be to suck on each finger." He pauses, watching for Orlando's reaction. Silence, a nervous tick in one cheek. He presses on. "I'd pull them deep into my mouth, one by one; slide my tongue over the pads of his fingertips, then down the length. I'd stare at him, showing him with my eyes what I wanted to do to him. What I never got to. And with my mouth on his fingers, I'd show him what I wanted to do to his cock."
Orlando's breath is coming out in short; harsh puffs by the time Josh is done with his mini-monologue. His heart feels like it's just been jump-started.
"You.."
"Don't act so shocked, Orli." Josh's sly mouth turns up again. "I may be wasted but I'm not blind. Not when it comes to a guy eying me all night."
Orlando does not even comprehend that Josh was aware of his interest. He's still working on the part about Josh sleeping with Elijah.
"No, no, you. Slept with him. Elijah, yes?"
"Yeah."
Orlando is very, very glad that he is drunk. "Hey, Josh."
"What?"
"Me, too."
Josh gapes at him. "Fuck."
"Exactly."
Josh starts sliding across the floor and pushing the beer bottles out of the way. Orlando meets him half way.
Their mouths are no more than an inch apart. They stare at one another. Orlando got used to looking into blue eyes, but Josh's are a nice change. And his face; strong and defined and nothing boyish about it.
"Did you fuck him?'' Josh's drawls the words, breath tickling Orlando's lips.
Orlando is instantly, insanely hard. "Yes." He silently curses his voice for sounding like some choked frog.
"Was he tight? Virgin tight?"
Orlando moans as Josh's tongue slides over his lower lip. He tries to catch it, but Josh pulls away and starts licking down the side of his jaw. "Yes, god, yes."
Josh's hand is against his crotch; Orlando's erection would cut a hole through his jeans if it could, that's how much he wants to feel Josh's hand on him right now.
"He never let me fuck him. He was too young, too nervous."
"Mmph, he wanted it. Bad."
"I envy you, Orlando."
Josh's mouth starts sucking his neck and his hand pushes harder, until Orlando's hips are moving on their own accord to Josh's teasing.
"Will you let me fuck you? The way I never got to fuck him?"
"Oh god."
Orlando can't think of anything else to say; instead, he pulls Josh down on top of him and assaults his mouth. Their tongues fight and tease and trade control; their hands grapple over clothing and flesh. Orlando sucks hard on Josh's tongue, pushing up against his groin, feeling the hardness there; needing it in him.
Orlando releases the soft, slippery tongue; their lips brush together lightly, tongues licking at swollen redness. "You can do ... whatever you want," Orlando manages and then Josh grabs his hands, pinning them over Orlando's head and stares down at him.
Josh slowly writhes against him; teasing Orlando with his body, full on, keeping his hold so Orlando can barely move, only suffer this slow torture. Josh's tongue does a slow sensual dance up from the column of his throat to his gasping mouth. "I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Yes.."
"But first..."
Josh slides down Orlando's body, lifts Orlando's shirt so his nipples are revealed. He takes each one in his mouth, slowly. Josh's tongue is broad and hard and it makes Orlando moan and wiggle. He lifts his leg up between Josh's thighs, engaging him in some healthy frustration, rubbing his leg slowly against Josh's erection. The other man moans and bites down on Orlando's nipple; his back arches.
Josh keeps up the teasing. Orlando's never had someone pay this much attention to his nipples. He needs more, though. As if heard, he feels Josh's hand slither down his stomach, making patterns against the heated flesh, moving lower on its journey, finally stopping on the buttons to Orlando's jeans. Destination reached.
Orlando's hips buck and he sighs Josh's name as his fingers slowly undo them. A warm, strong hand encases his cock and Orlando nearly sighs in his contentment.
Josh's hand moves in long, sure strokes up the length. He teases the head and Orlando gasps. Josh's mouth starts descending his stomach and soon, soon Orlando is spreading his legs and Josh is lying between them and--
"Oh fuck.."
Orlando sighs and hears Josh's own muffled moan in return. He can't keep from thrusting his hips up, over and over. And it's all right; it's all all right, because Josh can take it. Josh knows what he's doing. Orlando stretches, then starts teasing one of his nipples and moving the other up to his mouth. He sucks on his fingers; times his rhythm with the one Josh has going on his cock.
This is good. This is so very good. Josh's hands are holding his hips and guiding him upward. Orlando slowly starts to fuck his lover's mouth; his teeth bite down on the pad of his finger; his toes curl inside his cotton socks. This is delicious. Josh's mouth is hot and silky and engulfing, lifting him higher, pulling the sensations that tremble through Orlando's body out through his dick and into Josh's mouth where Orlando imagines they burst into little balls of yellow light and dissolve.
Orlando's moans grow louder as his thrusts become sloppy; the fingers in his mouth begin sliding out and leaving a wet path down his chin. He closes his eyes and can almost taste his orgasm. And then Josh is ... is...
"You bloody git, where are you going?!"
"Just stay put."
Orlando bangs his head against the floor and mentally counts off the seconds. On 20 Bloody Wankers, he returns. With lube and condoms.
He pulls Josh to him and kisses him hard. "I take back the wanker bit."
"You never called me a wanker."
"Oh. Mentally, then."
Josh laughs, strips Orlando of the rest of his clothing and runs his hands up his legs. "So fucking hot."
"Let me see you," Orlando whispers. Josh stands and starts removing his clothes. He fumbles a few times, nearly falls twice. They laugh and it's not so much sexy as it is urgent. He's finally naked and Orlando gets a good few seconds to admire Josh's body before Josh pounces. They grope and kiss and roll over and rub their slick erections against one another. Josh remembers to sweep the beer bottles away or they would have rolled right on top of them. Orlando pins him, starts kissing his chest, sucking his hard, dark nipples.
Josh moans and Orlando sees his hand reaching for something just out of Orlando's line of vision. Then Orlando is flipped once again and Josh is straddling him with a determined look in his eye. He flips open the tube and instinct makes Orlando spread his legs. Josh lifts them against his hips, sinks his coated finger inside the tight heat and Orlando isn't sure which one of them sighs.
His head is heavy against the carpet and his eyes are closed. He allows himself to sink into this bliss as he murmurs Josh's name softly. He barely recalls Josh's second or third finger inside of him. All he's aware of is how his legs are lifted high onto Josh's shoulders and how Josh's body ends up covering him, bending him backward in ways that he never would have been able to do four years ago. It still strains a bit; the muscle pulls in his lower back. But it's worth it.
He feels Josh's latex covered cock push against the tight ring of muscle. He sighs and pushes out, allowing him to slip through. Josh's hand is stroking his stomach and his mouth is nipping at his collarbone. Orlando places his heels against Josh's upper back. Josh sinks further in and Orlando bites back a moan. His breath seeps out between his clenched teeth in a loud hiss and Josh lifts his head.
"Okay?"
"Yeah," Orlando whispers and captures his lover's mouth. They kiss deep and hard and Orlando sucks on Josh's tongue harder and harder as Josh pushes all the way in until he's buried to the hilt.
Orlando moans against Josh's lips and they start to move. Josh's hand jerks him slowly, in time with his slow thrusts, and then gaining momentum as the lazy fuck turns fast and then frantic. Their bodies slap together, their mouths slide, their eyes open and hold. Then Orlando's head goes back and his hips slam up against Josh's and he's gasping and sighing and whispering nonsensical words.
Josh's hand continues to pull sloppily at Orlando's dick, his hips moving fast in short, hard thrusts and then he's mouthing the juncture of Orlando's armpit and spurting his seed against the latex.
Josh's arms give out and he falls against Orlando. Orlando carefully lifts his legs and moves them down off Josh's shoulders. They lay there for long minutes, the sound of their breathing echoing off the walls. Josh finally lifts his head. They look at one another, searching for something unknown, but all they find is the previous laughter and that same look. The look that says something's changed.
They kiss and it is gentle and friendly and comfortable.
Orlando falls asleep on the floor, with Josh's legs thrown over his torso. They leave the beer bottles till morning.
