Tigerland

Tigerland

Posted: January 2005
Title: Tigerland
Author: Bwitched83uk
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Colin Farrell
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is complete lies. This never happened. I do not know these men, nor claim to. This is a work of complete fiction for your enjoyment, I make no money from it.
Author's Notes: After watching Colin's fantastic performance in Tigerland and seeing all the wondrous possibilities for slash I just had to write this.

Summary: Colin and Orlando both find themselves about to go in to a war.

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1971

The air was warm, so warm that Orlando found it hard to breathe. Twenty bodies surrounded him, all sleeping, all contributing to the heat of the room. The barracks were dark save for one fluorescent light flickering in the toilets.

That had been the first thing Orlando had noticed when he arrived that morning, a room coming off the sleeping quarters, with eight toilets lining the wall. It seemed he was going to have to do everything with these men.

The sleeping area was cramped, filled with ten bunk beds and each bed filled with a man about to fight for his country.

Orlando couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw his mother and sister, begging him not to go. Boys like him didn't belong in war. He knew what they had meant of course; Gay's don't belong in war.

Orlando had been teased and looked down upon his whole life because he wasn't considered as much of a ‘man' as the rest of them. Even his own father had told him constantly how weak he was.

So in a moment of stupidity he had enlisted to join the army. The irony was that Orlando had never killed anything in his life. As a child he would often cry over the deer that his father would hunt and lay across the table, it's big black eyes still open in death.

He opened his eyes. There were too many people in here and he was used to being alone. It was too hot, too cramped.

"Piece of fucking-" CRASH.

Orlando heard a distinctly Irish accented yell followed by the sound of rubbish bins falling over. The room was suddenly filled with light as the Irishman opened the door and turned on the switch.

The rest of the men stirred and moaned at being woken up. "Jesus Farrell, turn off the fucking light. Do you want the Sargent to see it?"

"The fucking bins just walked straight in to me legs man," Colin said as he limped over and sat on the bottom of someone else's bed. He lifted up his camel coloured army pants and inspected the damage. It was clear that the young man was drunk.

"You need to be careful Farrell. You know what happened last time you left camp without permission." A small, young man, probably the same age as Orlando, sat up in his top bunk.

"Ah don't worry 'bout me Mouse, what's the worse they can do? Send me to Viet-fucking-nam?" Colin rolled his pant leg back down and walked over to his bed.

He stopped in front of Orlando's bed and looked down at him with a frown. "You're in my bed," he stated.

Orlando looked around for a moment, pretty sure he was in the right bed. "I don't think I am," he said in a timid voice.

"Jesus fucking Christ they're getting younger. How old are you?" Colin slurred, sitting down on Orlando's bed.

"Um, eighteen last week… sir."

Chuckles were heard at the way in which Orlando had addressed Colin, Colin himself shook with laughter.

"I'm not your fucking sir, I'm just as far down the food chain as you kid." Colin stood up and looked around for a moment. After a few seconds he turned back to look at Orlando. "You're in my bed."

"Jesus," A big, muscled guy said from his bed. "That's your bed you fucker, the one next to him."

Colin looked at the bed next to Orlando and laughed. "So it is."

Orlando tried to look away as the older man removed his T-shirt, but found that he couldn't. Colin's body was glistening with sweat and the muscles in his back moved as he lifted his arms.

"FARRELL YOU FUCKING NO NUTS PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Oh fuck." Colin turned and looked at the Sargent who was standing in the now open doorway.

"GET YOUR USLESS FUCKING ASS OUT HERE NOW OR YOU'LL FEEL MY BOOT UP IT."

Orlando watched as the Irish man casually slung his T-shirt over his shoulder and drunkenly wandered over to the Sargent. "I didn't know you were into that kinky shit Sargent, but hey I'm an open minded fella, I'll try anything once." He winked at the Sargent before the Texan grabbed him and dragged him out of the door.

Orlando sat in his bed for a while, looking at the door that had swung shut behind them. He blushed slightly as he lay back down, thinking of the way the Irishman's chest had looked in the pale light.

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Orlando's muscles ached as he stood silently under the lukewarm shower. The rest of the men were laughing and joking with each other, taking the piss and enjoying each other's company. Orlando hadn't once felt like he was one of them, he didn't feel like he belonged. Every morning he got up and trained to go to a war he knew very little about. He didn't have anything against these people, so then why was he just weeks away from going to Vietnam to fight?

He lathered up his chest and hurriedly cleaned himself, not wanting to be in the shower block any longer then necessary. He was sure that if he even so much as glimpsed at another man's goods then they would all know the truth and hate him for it.

"Where've you been Farrell?" One of the men asked, turning to face the entrance.

"Where the fuck do you think I've been? That bastard kept me behind, reckoned I needed to run the track again as I did it the first time with a smoke in me mouth," Colin said as he walked forward, stripping off his clothes and turning on the shower next to Orlando. "Alright mate?"

Orlando turned and stared at the beautiful man, unsure as to why he was calling him 'mate'. He simply nodded at Colin and turned back quickly.

"Don't worry about him Col, we haven't been able to get much out of that one," A large man said as he flung a towel over his shoulder and left the room.

Colin ignored the man and soaped himself up, enjoying the feel of the suds as they ran down his toned flanks.

"He may not say much, but he sure is pretty to look at," one man teased. "You know it's been a while, I'm sure I could close my eyes and pretend he was a woman."

The men around Orlando laughed and he felt a burn of humiliation flood his cheeks.

"Leave him the fuck alone," Colin said non-threateningly. "Like he'd wanna be felt up by you arseholes."

The man who had made the comment laughed. "Sorry Col, didn't know he was already taken."

Colin laughed a little and turned to face his friend, giving him the finger. "Just leave him be, alright."

The man on the other side of Orlando looked at him closely. "Jesus, your not gonna cry are you? We were only having a laugh, don't be such a fucking pussy."

Orlando turned off his shower and ran out of the shower block as fast as he could. When the other men came back from the showers Orlando was already in bed, pretending to be asleep.

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Colin was constantly in trouble, Orlando had come to realise. The Irishman didn't seem to have it in him to stand still and shut up, so when the cadets had been forced to stand in line and be yelled out because 'someone' had put bleach in the Sargent's shampoo bottle, Orlando instantly knew who had been behind it.

So did the Sargent it would seem. "DO I LOOK STUPID TO YOU FARRELL? DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW YOU WERE BEHIND THIS? DO YOU WANT TO HAVE ME AS YOUR ENEMY? DO YOU WANT TO BE SCRUBBING THE SHOWER BLOCK WITH YOUR GOD DAMN TOOTH BRUSH?"

"Man, that's a lot of fucking questions, which would you like me to answer first?"

The rest of the cadets tried hard to suppress their laughter for fear of the large Texan man. Orlando started to get nervous for Colin and began biting his bottom lip.

"Boy, if you don't own up to this here and now then the whole of your squadron will be joining you in those showers," the large man spoke quietly, which was actually more frightening and menacing than when he was shouting.

Colin just stared back at him unfazed, a cocky smile on his face. Orlando looked from Colin to the rest of the men and took a deep breath. "It was me sir, I switched the bottles sir."

All eyes were suddenly on Orlando like he was insane. Not a soul there believed he was telling the truth, but as he was willing to take the rap and get the rest of them off the hook then who were they to say anything.

The Sargent sighed and closed his eyes angrily. He would have loved to have seen Farrell on his knees with his toothbrush. "Very well son, get to the showers and make 'em sparkle."

Orlando saluted the Sargent and looked back at Colin who was staring at him, angry and shocked.

Colin rolled his eyes. Why on earth had the kid felt he needed saving? Why had he opened his stupid mouth? Why did Colin feel guilty for getting off scot free when the kid would be cleaning all night?

"Jesus fucking Christ," Colin muttered under his breath as he saw the kid walk off. "Sarge, I don't know why you're making such a fuss, I think the new do suits you." Colin rolled his eyes again and waited for his own punishment, at least then he wouldn't feel so guilty.

The Sargent walked over to him determinedly and leaned right in so that he was practically spitting on Colin as he spoke. "Don't think I don't know you had something to do with this. If you put one more toe out of line, you'll be on your god damn hands and knees licking my boots clean."

Colin steadied himself for what he knew was about to come. He took a deep breath as the Sargent began to walk away from them.

"Is that before or after I fuck your mother?" Colin shouted after him.

"GET YOUR FUCKING ASS TO THOSE SHOWERS WITH YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND."

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"What the fuck did you think you were doing? No one takes the fall for anybody you stupid bastard." Colin came thundering into the showers and pushed Orlando a few feet. "Do I fucking look like I need saving? You don't think I can take care of myself?"

Orlando just looked at Colin with the eyes of a frightened rabbit.

Colin grabbed hold of Orlando threateningly. "Look at you, fucking shaking. How the fucking hell do you think your ever gonna survive a fucking war? They were right, you are a fucking pussy. Defend yourself for once."

In a moment of blind rage, Orlando pulled his arm free and pulled back his fist. The fist collided with Colin's jaw with a satisfying sharp smacking sound.

Colin released Orlando and staggered back, clutching his jaw with one hand. He started clicking his jaw and rubbing at the hinges. "Jesus kid," Colin said as he looked back at Orlando, slightly impressed, "Didn't know you had it in you."

Orlando stared at him angrily, clenching and unclenching his fist, which was now really sore.

Slowly, Colin took his hand away from his jaw and ran his hands through his hair. He took in Orlando's ready-for-more stance and couldn't help but smile a little. He locked his eyes with the younger man and let his aching jaw turn in to a he grin.

"You're a fucking maniac," Orlando said as he shook his hand out, trying to lessen the pain.

Orlando's words widened Colin's grin and the Irishman began laughing uncontrollably.

" You're mad," Orlando observed, which just made Colin laugh even harder. Without being able to help it, Orlando too started to laugh a little, more at the craziness displayed in Colin than anything else.

"Sorry I punched you," Orlando offered weakly, the laughter now gone from both of them. "You're right, I am a pussy."

Colin cringed at hearing that, at being such a twat that he would say it to the sweet young man. " Orlando, I just can't bear to see them upset you like that. You need to toughen up man, stop being so fucking gay."

Orlando looked at Colin, suddenly more hurt than before. Colin looked into his eyes and saw the young man's heart break. He hadn't meant anything by it, the guys and he called each other that all the time.

Orlando turned from him and practically ran to the next shower stalls, feeling the tears threatening to spill but refusing to let Colin see.

The young man wiped at his eyes as he heard the other man approach him slowly. He felt so stupid, so weak… so alone.

" Orlando, I didn't mean to-" The words suddenly died on Colin's lips as realisation dawned on him. He stared at the young man's back, unable to form words.

Reluctantly, Orlando turned to face Colin, who suddenly felt like the biggest shit on earth.

The two men simply stared at each other for a moment before Orlando looked down at the floor, certain now that the Irishman had figured out his secret and would hate him. "I'm sorry."

Colin frowned. "For what? For being gay?"

Orlando nodded his head, keeping it lowered. He suddenly felt a bolt of panic go through him and he looked up. "You can't tell anyone, please. I promise I won't ever try anything, I promise Colin, just please don't tell them."

The young man was shaking, he looked as though he were about to fall down.

Quickly moving forward, Colin put his arm around Orlando trying to steady him. "It's alright, it's ok," He held the boy's body to him, stroking his back gently.

"I won't tell anyone," he promised and felt the young man relax in his arms. Colin held Orlando away from him and looked into his eyes. "There's no shame in it you know, what you are, who you are. There's no shame in it."

Orlando looked deep into Colin's eyes and felt his heart soar. Not once in his whole life had anyone said that to him.

Not really thinking about the consequences, Orlando moved forward and pressed his lips to Colin's. Colin didn't know what to do. He had just told the boy there was no shame in it, so he couldn't exactly push him away in disgust. He stayed very still and let Orlando kiss him gently.

Pulling away, Orlando looked up at him shyly, his beautiful dark eyes so full of hope. Colin smiled gently at the timid young man and stroked his hand over the soft curls. He could no longer deny that he found Orlando beautiful, sensual even.

Colin had never been one to think things through, he had never been one to sit and mull things over, he went with his gut and right now his gut was telling him it felt nice to have lips on his again.

Colin moved forward and took the kid in his arms, kissing him soundly. The lithe body moulded itself to him, pushing closer, trying to crawl into the Irishman's skin. Colin's hands went to Orlando's curls and he deepened the kiss with his tongue, which Orlando greedily sucked on.

The warmth radiating between their bodies was making Colin feel dizzy. He was kissing a man and anyone could walk through those doors at any moment, never had he felt such a rush of excitement.

When Orlando's hand slid down his body to cup his erection Colin groaned into the willing mouth and pushed his hips forward. He returned the gesture and had a moment of blind panic. He was touching another man's cock

Orlando pulled away from the kiss, sensing some hesitation and took off his T-shirt, displaying his slender chest. Colin's eyes dropped to the light trail of hair that disappeared under his army pants. Colin wanted to see more. Again, not really thinking about what this would mean or what would happen later, he pulled Orlando's pants down to the floor taking his boxer shorts with him. Orlando stood naked in the shower block, his hardened cock perfectly formed.

Colin dropped to his knees and worshiped it with his mouth. He knew what he enjoyed when a girl did it to him, so he mimicked it. He sucked on Orlando's flesh and felt the boy's hands in his hair, tugging gently. When Orlando felt as though he were about to explode he pulled Colin's mouth off him. "I want to come with you inside me."

Colin stared up at Orlando, unblinking. He hadn't even thought about it before, hadn't even been an option, but the way Orlando had said it, so wanton, so in need, it made Colin harder then he could ever remember being.

Orlando saw Colin slowly nod his head and he smiled. He walked over to one of the soap dispensers on the wall and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. Colin watched in fascination as Orlando coated two of his fingers and pushed them into his entrance. Colin groaned at the look on Orlando's face, it was as though the boy had just found God.

Colin wasted no time in removing his own clothes, stroking himself whilst he watched Orlando prepare himself. The boy came to kneel on the floor beside him and slathered the rest of the soap onto Colin's cock. The warm, slippery feel made Colin's eyes close, as he savoured the sensation.

"You think that feels good? Wait 'til you're inside me," Orlando whispered as he kissed Colin's lips gently. The young man lay down on the cold tiles, welcoming the added sensation. He spread his legs and lazily stroked himself.

"Fuck," Colin said as he covered Orlando's body with his own. Colin guided himself to Orlando's hole and pushed gently in.

Orlando was right, this was like nothing Colin had felt before, so wet, so hot, so tight. He closed his eyes and pushed all the way in, only opening them when he heard Orlando cry out.

"Am I hurting you?" Colin asked worriedly.

"No," Orlando said, shaking his head. "Feels wonderful."

Colin thrust deep inside the boy, hitting something repeatedly that made Orlando moan loudly.

Together the two men moved as one, bringing each other pleasure like they had never known. Orlando's hand once again found his cock and he stroked it fast, bringing himself to climax. His hot come spilled out between them, hitting Colin's stomach and he thrust in deeper and harder until he too came.

Slowly, Colin pulled out of Orlando and lay at his side. He looked over at the younger man, who suddenly seemed shy and nervous.

"Come here," Colin said as he held out his arm. Orlando smiled and snuggled into Colin's embrace.

"That was amazing, I never knew." Colin kissed the top of Orlando's curls, which he was slowly becoming obsessed with.

"So would you maybe want to do it again some time?" Orlando asked nervously.

Colin smiled and tightened his hold on the young man. "You bet your fucking arse I would."

Orlando laughed and closed his eyes, breathing his lover in.

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THE END

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