TITLE: Heartbreak Even (1/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Orlando Bloom/Brad Pitt (go figure)
RATING: NC-17 overall, R for this chapter
SUMMARY: Which of these four is not like the others?
FEEDBACK: I love feedback like Priam loved Troy! Like Achilles
loved glory! Like Paris loved being pretty! You get the
point.
WARNINGS: (for the series) Angst, coarse language, adultery, implied
het; (for this chapter) mention of spanking and bondage
DISCLAIMER: This never, ever happened and I don't claim that it
did. I make no profit from this or any other story. I don't
own the song that I named the series for. It's really that simple.
ARCHIVE: Wherever you want! I'd be honored, just as long as you
let me know ahead of time.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is self-beta'ed. Please forgive any mistakes
that may pop up. The title comes from a fabulous Ani DiFranco song
DATE WRITTEN: July 5th, 2004
~~~~~ It's a heartbreak even situation
One part revelation, one part pitiful and frail
So I'm trying to find my way
Around promises written in Braille ~~~~~ (Ani DiFranco)
Malta was drenched in sun. It was the perfect backdrop for sex
and sin, although its leading men had all sworn to themselves that
they'd abstain from that during their stay there.
That did make sense, after all. Eric and Brad were blissfully
married to lovely women. Sean had finally learned that while sex
was fun, he tended to think with his smaller head, and that only lead
to inevitable disaster. And as for Orlando, he had learned his
own lesson: that any kind of fling was out of the question for
him. The fear of being revealed as gay by a potential partner
paralyzed him to the point that he was 'dating' a starlet in whom he
had zero interest.
So when these four handsome men arrived, they turned their libido
setting to 'off' and continued about their business – much to the
dismay, of course, of the female extras and the local women. It
was easy, for a time. The shoot was rigorous, much more so than
anything Brad and Eric had ever experienced. Sean and Orlando had
the benefit of their arduous 'Lord of the Rings' shoot under their
belts, and they dealt with it a bit better.
With their long days filled to the brim by action-packed filming, the
four were too exhausted to even think about sex by the time night
came. And given that they're men, that's saying something.
Sure, once in a while, they would get together at hotel suites – bars
and clubs were too risky – and shoot the shit about their various
sexploits. It became a ritual for them, a way to unwind and
strengthen their macho bond.
Invariably, Eric would be moaning about how much he missed Rebecca by
the time the night was over, and, full of alcohol, he would ring her up
in Australia but find himself too drunk for proper phone sex.
Brad would wax poetic about his wife and his past loves, dropping names
like Jen and Gwyneth. Orlando would make up stories about his sex
life with Kate, and talk about his real experiences with women from the
period before he realized he craved cock. And Sean was always the
most entertaining of all, regaling them with story after story of women
whom he had screwed, seduced, loved, or married.
Five of these ultra-hetero 'man chats' (as Eric had dubbed them) took
place without a hitch, but something went awry during number six.
Perhaps it was bound to happen, what with all the alcohol that flowed
freely during these ridiculous conversations. Or maybe it was
just that Orlando was Orlando, and the boy never did know when to shut
his mouth.
The topic was a dangerous one to begin with: fantasies. If you
could get your wife, girlfriend, or (in Sean's case) potential
one-night-stand to do anything, what would it be? Threesomes were
mentioned. So was bondage. Eric's fantasy of being spanked
made him blush positively scarlet as he said it aloud. Then it
was Orlando's turn.
"I don't know, man," he slurred. His cheeks were red like Eric's,
only in his case it was because of the flush that came from swigging
too much good lager. He could hold his alcohol better than most
people gave him credit for, but he had consumed more than he should –
and that was a dangerous situation.
"C'mon, Orli," Eric laughed. "You have to give us something."
"But I've got so many fantasies. Dunno which one to pick."
"Look, if you could get Kate to do anything, what would it be?" Brad
challenged.
Orlando laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh. It was a bitter
sound, one laced with a you-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about
undercurrent. Brad and Eric frowned, unaccustomed to seeing their
vivacious friend seem anything less than perfectly blissful. Sean
shifted on the carpet, knowing that Orlando was about to say something
he'd regret when he sobered up.
"Kate." Orlando simply said the name, his brows furrowing as his
hazy mind tried to think of some adequate response to what Brad had
said. "Kate . . . yeah . . ." He sighed.
"Orlando, are you okay, mate?" Eric ventured.
"I'm fine. Spectacular, actually. Except for the fact that
I've never once had sex with Kate, so I don't know how to even
fantasize about her."
"What are you talking about? You've been dating her for
months!" Eric's voice was louder than he would have liked.
"So all this time, you've been lying about how great the sex is between
you two?" Sean winced and contemplated throwing the room service
menu at Eric's head to shut him up.
"Yeah, I've been lying," Orlando whispered.
"Why?!"
"Eric, stop yelling," Sean scolded.
"Let's just drop the Kate issue for the moment," Brad suggested,
wanting to diffuse the tension. "I'll rephrase the question,
Orlando. If you could do anything with your ideal partner, what
would it be?"
There was another bitter laugh, but this time nobody was fazed.
"I guess I'd ask him to give me a good and proper fucking.
Haven't had one of 'em in forever."
There was a stunned silence. Sean picked at a thread on his
jeans, feeling sorry for the predicament his friend was in, but not
knowing what he could say to support him. Eric refused to look at
Orlando, not believing that he could have misread him that badly.
Brad's twenty-million dollar face had a comically dazed look on it as
he tried to process the new information.
"Him? A man? You're gay?" Brad stammered.
All of a sudden, Orlando felt suffocated. Despite the fact that
all of these guys were his friends – and Sean had been close with him
for more than three years – it felt like a hostile environment.
He half-expected one of them to hand him a scarlet G to pin onto his
chest to represent that he was the lone gay man in a room of straight
blokes.
Unwilling to meet anyone's eyes, he stood up, tipping over an expensive
beer onto an even more expensive carpet in the process. He heard
Brad calling his name as he sprinted from Eric's suite, but he refused
to turn back. There was too much alcohol and irrational shame in
his bloodstream for him to have the courage needed to talk to his
friends now. It was much easier to flee to his own suite, fling
himself on the bed, and cry.
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