Tue, 11 Nov 2003 06:16:06 GMT

The sofa's upholstery is surprisingly cool against his forehead when Orlando curls up and presses his knees, too, to the backrest. The shadow puppets of the bad sitcom repeat casting moving whites and blues against his back is somewhat of a comfort, even without the sound. Orlando's grown tired of laugh-tracks at half three in the morning. He closes his eyes and, because one needs to entertain oneself in however way that comes to mind when one hasn't slept in over 48 hours, Orlando thinks of the sounds he likes instead. Keira's laughter. Johnny typing away, humming. Nikki splashing gracefully in the pool. Bill's breathing. Yeah.

He presses his palm against the bump in his sweatpants and rubs absently, going through each sound again to identify which one is making the muscle in his stomach twitch with each push of his hand on his crotch. He knows which one it is tonight, but he goes through them, tries them all on for size, takes his time so that when he summons the feel of Bill speaking close to his ear, his cock jerks under his hand and Orlando slips his hand into the waist of his sweatpants, fisting it tightly.

He collects touches from Bill like a kid would toys from cereal boxes. Rare and treasured; unimportant, but they mean the world to him. Orlando feels safe in the assessment of his own feelings and he knows that he doesn't love Bill the way he loved Robbie or the way he can't think of a life without Johnny anymore. He has no trouble admitting this. But Bill's presence is a comfort he hadn't expected, and the man does things to him he can't begin to understand. Orlando flicks the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, tracing the slit as he imagines, for a moment, Bill's hand on the small of his back instead of his wrist. Orlando can almost feel it against his scar, Bill's sureness, Bill's unwavering touch, when he dares touching at all. The rarity of it makes each instances stand out all the more in Orlando's head.

He moans and curls into himself further, pressing his forehead and knees to the backrest harder. His hand settles into a familiar rhythm, comforting flicks of his wrist. He slips his second hand in and moves his legs a bit to squeeze his balls, daring to imagine Bill's touch there too. Bill's breathing.

It's the breathing that undoes him.

Fri, 08 Aug 2003 01:46:18 GMT

Name: Orlando Bloom. Goes by his real name in the industry.
Nickname(s): Orli, Bloom, kid.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Date of Birth: January 13, 1977
Birthplace: Canterbury, England.
Hair color: Brown.
Hair style: Longish and shaggy, very very curly. Usually worn loose.
Eyes: Brown.
Glasses/contacts?: No.
Skin tone: Olive complexion, always a little tanned.
Facial hair: The occasional goatee.
Height: 5' 11"
Build: Slim, slender, fit.
Special physical characteristics: Has a six-inch scar halfway up his spine, from falling out of a window a few years back. Has a tattoo of a sun below his navel.
General health: Okay, but he could use more sleep.
Specific health problems: Insomnia.
First thing you notice: His curls.
What does character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: His curls.
Worst characteristic?: That scar.

PREFERENCES/TASTES

Favorite color: Er.
Favorite foods: Anything but meat (finds it icky). Doesn't have much of an appetite.
Drinks: Pop, tea, beer. Hot chocolates are a treat.
Clothing: Worn, slightly ill-fitting trousers or jean, tight t-shirts.
Smoker?: The occasional recreational drug.
Lives (e.g., apt. house): In Johnny's guesthouse, in the back of the property.
Description: Small but stylishly quaint, a bit at odd with Orlando himself, but he lives in it well enough.

FAMILY AND PERSONAL LIFE

Married/single?: Single.
Previous marriage?: None.
Straight/gay/bi: Bisexual by trade, but prefers men.
Previous romantic/sexual relationships: Was in a rather dysfunctional relationship with a jack-ass dealer when Johnny found him and offered him his first part. The boyfriend encouraged Orlando into porn so he could pay for the boyfriend's habit. Boyfriend was a two-bid thug involved in something bigger than him and eventually pissed off the wrong people and got killed in a stand-off. A few encounters since, mostly fuck-buddies. He just likes to be with people.
Other, er, family: Estranged, live in England.

BACKGROUND AND PERSONALITY

Religious upbringing: Atheist.
Present religious practice: Atheist.
Education: Dropped out of high school at 16.
Income: Okay. Doesn't spend much.
Future hopes/plans: Nothing specific. Lives very much day to day.
Fears: Being alone.
Special gifts or talents: Can "get wood" effortlessly. Good stamina. Excellent oral skills. And he's a good surfer.
Bad traits: Naive, a little stupid, uneducated, co-dependent.
Good traits: Friendly, honest, optimistic, generous, loyal.

OTHER THINGS:

Usually does gay and bi porn. Can work as either top and bottom. Open to everything. Has a pretty face so he does a lot of oral. Johnny was the one to get him into the business, and he will do anything Johnny asks. He is close to Keira, who is found of his smile and curls. Has a history with Billy, from when Billy was an undercover cop in Narcotics; Orlando was the reason Billy's three-year cover was blown when Billy had to choose between Orlando's life (a near-anonymous but unforgivable casuality) and his cover. Billy is annoyed and angry and embittered by him (and, admittedly, other things) but Orlando is relentless with his fondness and gratitude. Friendly with the other actors, I would guess. Feel free to play on that.