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[ exuberance ] by kHo He can´t help but smile at the kid in front of him, so open and exuberant and radiating joy. Orlando exudes happiness and innocence this night, and he finds his hand drifting forward to tug on one of those curly dirty blond strands of hair, despite the promise he´d made to himself after wrapping the third Pirates flick. No more touching of any kind that wasn´t platonic, he´d told himself. No more thinking, and wishing, and dreaming about the boy who was too happy for his own good. But the pads of his fingers brush across Orlando´s cheek ever so lightly, and it´s still there. That current that lies between them. That thing that Jack Sparrow started in the first day of shooting two years before and had remained constant ever since. The spark that lights up Orlando´s eyes and made Johnny´s brain down shift to the gallows of his soul and forget that he had other obligations, other loves even, that should have kept him from even considering taking the boy to his bedroom and making him moan and writhe underneath him. And that touch, that whisper of skin on skin, is all it takes to make everything else fade to black. The party going on behind them, the people milling around ten feet beyond chattering on about nonsense and bullshit that Johnny never gave a damn for. Gone. Silence. It´s just him, and Orlando, and the moon and the stars and the night air that was just this side of cool and the touching of fingertips to cheeks. Then it was Orlando´s nose right next to his and those eyes staring straight up at him and whispers of dark corners and closets that go unchecked and want and need and now, and Johnny was hard. It didn´t matter that he had people waiting for him or things he should have been doing. Things like calling it a night because he´d had too much to drink, because he always does when he has to put up with the bullshit posturing of the Hollywood elite at shindigs like this. Things like getting a good night´s sleep so that when he wakes up for the photo shoot he´s been duped into at 10am he doesn´t have to sit in a chair for three hours while they try to find the right combination to hide the bags. Because he´s forty-one now, and when he was 20 staying up all night for three days in a row didn´t much matter, but more shows up now and it´s gotten progressively harder to not show his age and to pretend that that doesn´t bother him. He can scarcely breath as Orlando takes his arm and leads him windingly through the crowd to the back part of the house where only a few people mill about. It´s a garden and it´s large and there are flowers and shrubs and then there are trees, and when Orlando shoves him up against the hard bark of a big Oak Johnny can´t help but laugh. Back a few months ago it was him shoving Orlando, not the other way around. He wasn´t complaining though because lips were lips, and they were still Orlando´s, and they still felt perfect against his own as Orlando leaned into him and let out a light growl of a moan when they pressed together. And just when it gets hot and heavy and Johnny is two seconds away from ripping Orlando´s zipper all the way to the floor there´s a rustle and a laugh and a familiar voice saying something about cheating and not being surprised and how the more was the merrier because hey, he wasn´t choosy. When he opened his eyes he saw Vince Vaughn and it shouldn´t have bothered him the way Orlando jumped back at that but it did. And it turns out that even though Johnny´s been in the business a few years and he hasn´t really ever met Vince Vaughn for very long, Orlando certainly has. Some premier, some banquet, some high toned and fancy to do function, it doesn´t matter when or where but apparently Johnny was not the only one that Orlando was used to writhing beneath or moaning for. Vince wore that same feral smile that Johnny had seen him wear in countless films and he felt the jealousy rear its ugly head even though there was no real cause for it because it´s not like he was exactly single, or faithful to Orlando. It wasn´t as if he really could be, with the house in France and the girlfriend and two children to go with it. Vince walks over to them and without hesitation, without even a second of doubt, runs his fingers down Johnny´s neck and mentions he´s admired that Adam´s apple from afar for far to long to let it go untested now. Johnny barely has time to raise an eyebrow before Vince is pushing Orlando away and standing before him and bending his head and licking Johnny´s neck slowly as his fingers trace a line down the length of his side. Johnny gasps and his eyes fly open and his hands go up to grip Vince´s biceps and he almost pushes him away, but he doesn´t because he can see Orlando´s grin and that´s a grin he´s never been able to say no to. It´s a grin that says this is what Orlando wants and what Orlando wants Orlando gets because Johnny might be in charge, but it´s only because Orlando wants him to be. So he tilts his head back against the bark biting into his back and lets himself feel Vince´s tongue graze lightly over his shoulder and his teeth graze lightly behind it and he feels his body shiver because it´s new. It´s new, and it´s different, and it´s not better but it´s not worse, and it´s a hell of a lot better way to spend a Saturday night in a place he didn´t want to be anyway. Vince knows what he´s doing and before Johnny knows it Johnny´s hands have tightened on him and it´s not because he protests, it´s because he can´t get enough and Vince isn´t close enough for him, and if they´re not careful he´ll forget the reason he came out here was because of Orlando. Vince´s leg pushes between his and the pressure is just right and just there and he feels himself growl with abandon and doesn´t even take the time to wonder if it was too loud, because they are in public after all. Then Vince is lifting his head and reaching behind him and pulling Orlando between them, guiding Orlando´s mouth to Johnny´s and laughing as they kiss, pushing them closer together until Johnny´s hands slide off of Vince´s arms to grip Orlando´s waist. Johnny pushes his tongue inside Orlando´s mouth just as he feels Vince´s teeth sink into his collarbone and he almost comes right then and there because it´s been too many memories of hot sweaty nights in the Caribbean and he´d be lying if he said he´d never once thought of Vince in this way. And it´s one big circle jerk, a train of hands and teeth and sweat and skin and growls and moans and names that takes only ten minutes but feels like an hour because when it´s that good time stands still. Johnny stands spent in the middle as Vince and Orlando kiss once more after they´ve come and he leans his body back into Vince´s and wonders how many times Orlando´s fucked around with Vince, and why he´s even still attracted to Johnny when he´s got hands as skilled as Vince´s to fall back on. He should have known though that Orlando´s still a kid, and therefore has many more hearts to share than just one, so it makes sense that he feels for the both of them, and probably several others, what he does. Vince´s hands come up to rest on Johnny´s shoulders and even after Orlando starts walking back to the party he stands there with Johnny and lightly rubs his thumbs over his shoulder blades. He places a soft kiss to Johnny´s neck and whispers in his ear something about getting too old for this shit and Orlando´s got too much spirit in him and Johnny laughs, because it´s true and yes, he does. They part ways with a wink and a nod and Johnny thinks to himself that the next time he´s in Hollywood he´ll have to give Vince a call, and this time he means it because Vince is good with his hands but his eyes hold something that Johnny´s familiar with too. A weariness of falsity and a block up around him to keep the bullshit out, and Johnny thinks maybe fucking around with a man who shares the same weariness as him might be a different kind of fun than that which he has with Orlando. He thinks yes, he might just call Vince the next time. Orlando, on the other hand: Orlando he´ll definitely call. Because hey, there´s something to be said for exuberance, and Johnny still enjoys that. He´s not that old after all.
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