Eyeliner

Title: Eyeliner
By: Bonnie
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom
Summary: Johnny gives Orlando a lesson in make up.
Feedback: Yes please. :)
Warnings: None. Just nice smut.
Author's notes: This originally started out as a drabble that took on a
life/fic of it's own. Thank you The Blantie for the beta. :)

“You look like an American football player with all that eyeliner on.”
Orlando commented as he sprawled out on the daybed of Johnny’s trailer.
Sighing, he took off his shirt to reveal his tanned chest and undid the tie
that held his curls back. He watched Johnny stare at him and gave a quick
wink.

“You’re tempting me, aren’t you?” Johnny slowly gazed up and down Orlando’s
body.

“Maybe.” Orlando just gave a slow sly grin. He watched as Johnny took off
the wig and grabbed a damp cloth to wipe his make-up off.

“Leave it.”

“Leave what?” Johnny turned to face the young man. Orlando shut his eyes and
smiled dreamily to himself.

“That eyeliner, it makes you look so much more mysterious.”

“This stuff annoys the shit out of me, and you know that.” Johnny’s eyes
narrowed at the man opposite him then dropped the cloth on the vanity.

“I wouldn’t know.” Orlando smiled that sexy, taunting smile.

“Then you, sir, will get a lesson in it.” Whipping around, Johnny looked for
the khol eyeliner pencil. He had seen his make up artist use it a hundred
times, but always failed to see where she kept it.

“Really, don't bother yourself. ” Orlando said innocently.

Johnny continued to rummage through the mess and then finally found it in
the left hand drawer. Turning to face Orlando once more he smiled, his dark
eyes fixated on vel velvet brown ones. “Now, let’s see here...” Johnny
mused. Quicker than lightning he moved onto Orlando, straddling his hips
with his thighs.

The young man beneath him gave a small choke of surprise as Johnny mounted
him, but then arched an eyebrow at the sudden arousal the sudden movement
gave him.

Johnny leaned down, pushing his pony tail back, and came almost nose to nose
with Orlando. “Look up.” Johnny brought the khol pencil under Orlando’s eye.

“Anything for you.” Orlando purred, as he ran his hands up Johnny’s sides.

Slowly Johnny began to draw the dark powder underneath Orlando’s left eye.
He gently used his finger to smudge the make up more; to give it that
‘mysterious look’ as Orlando had called it. He began to work on the other
eye, and felt engulfed by the man beneath him. Swallowing hard, Johnny
finished underneath both eyes, “Close them.” He whispered softly.

Orlando obeyed, shutting his eyes and feeling his other senses intensify as
his hands roamed along Johnny’s torso. He felt the light pressure of the
pencil, then those warm fingertips as they rubbed across, smudging.

“There, now you look like me.” Johnny said, and he tossed the pencil on the
vanity across from them. But he did not lean up to let Orlando look at
himself. Johnny parted his lips, slowly drawing closer to Orlando’s mouth.

Orlando met his lips, and the two tasted each other, feeling the warmth of
each other and drinking in their sensations.

“Can I look now?” Orlando whispered, as Johnny finally let him back up for
air.

“Yes.”

Orlando leaned up on his elbows and looked in the mirror. The smoky eyeliner
made his eyes even more brown, if that were possible, and gave him that
mysterious, sexy look. He suddenly had the urge to itch his eyes, but held
himself back. “You should quit your day job and become a make up artist.”
Orlando teased; brushing back his long dark curls as he cocked his head to
one side, “Almost like a Goth vampire.”

“Almost,” Johnny chuckled. He scanned Orlando’s body, looking at every inch
on him. “Now you realize that I have to have you now?” His eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Orlando slid his hand down his abdomen,
almost making it appear like a snake doing an elaborate dance. Unbuttoning
the top of his jeans he made his way lower, but didn’t bother to stroke his
own growing need; instead he ran his palm up and started to rub Johnny’s
hardening cock through his denims.

Shutting his eyes, Johnny, let out a silent groan, feeling Orlando’s touch
through the fabric. Feeling himself being brought to maximum hardness Johnny
opened his eyes, looking down to Orlando.

He had a hungry smile on his face, and the look of need, wanting and
passion. Orlando moved his other hand down and undid the button and zipper
of Johnny’s jeans. Pulling them down far enough, he let Johnny’s hard cock
come out of its confines.

“Mmm feels so nice.” Johnny breathed, feeling Orlando stroking him. He shut
his eyes again and let Orlando work his magic, and before he knew it he felt
that hot pleasure, coming out as a low and gasping moan.

Leaning down Johnny attacked Orlando’s mouth. They both fought for control,
but Johnny had the advantage: Orlando still needed to be taken care of and
he knew his mind would be on only one thing. Ending the bruising kiss,
Johnny slid down Orlando’s body and undid the rest of his pants.

“Oh, Johnny,” Orlando moaned, and he felt the heat of Johnny’s mouth engulf
him. Orlando let his long slender fingers tangle in Johnny’s hair, and
loosened his ponytail enough so that it came lose. Shutting his eyes tightly
Orlando groaned as the soft tongue of the other man moved up and down.
Orlando bucked his hips and cried out, feeling the ripping sensations of his
orgasm take hold.

Breathing hard, Orlando opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the
trailer, waiting as the rest of the world caught up to him.

Johnny crawled back up and lay on Orlando’s damp chest. Kissing Orlando’s
collarbone, Johnny gazed up and smiled. “You’re so sexy in that eyeliner.”
He ran a finger over Orlando’s eyelid, then let his head drop back down on
Orlando’s chest.

“If this is what it feels like to wear eyeliner all the time,” Orlando
smiled, “then I’m never taking this off.” He started to laugh, but was cut
off as Johnny began to assault his lips again.


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