Just A Touch Of Lipstick

Title: Just A Touch Of Lipstick
Author: ConnerTienan, insanity21
Author's Email:ConnerTienan@aol.com, bookcrazy988@yahoo.co.uk
Pairings: Viggo/Orlando
Rating:Over all NC-17
Notes: This was a role play that was turned into a Fanfic. If you like it please leave feedback.


Viggo had just finished clearing away the dishes from dinner and leant in the doorway of the living room to watch Orlando. The Brit. was looking at a canvas resting against one of the chairs. It was a fairly old one he'd dug out of a cupboard to put the finishing touches to and he grinned. He'd started falling for the younger man from the first time they had a conversation alone, away from the hobbits and Viggo had been astounded by the younger mans depth, he was far more intelligent than he gave himself credit for. "You like it?"

Orlando jumped at the sound of Viggo's voice. He had not heard the older man come into the living room. He could not help the smile that moved over his lips at the sound. Turning around he nodded his head.
"Yes, " His deep brown eyes wondered over Viggo's body.

Viggo grinned at the way Orlando jumped; all that ranger training was starting to come in handy. He moved to stand next to Orlando, looking at the younger man for a moment before looking back to the canvas covered in swirls of colour, "What you see?"

Orlando gave a small shrug of his shoulders. He turned then and walked back over to the couch. He sat down and picked up the beer that had been sitting on the coffee table. He didn't like that painting. It was just a little too sad for him, and he didn't like thinking about sad stuff himself.- "I don't know."

Viggo watched as Orlando walked away to sit down. Whilst Viggo had drunk enough tonight to make him lose some of his inhibitions, he had not drunk enough that he didn't see that Orlando did know what he saw, he just didn't want to talk about it. He picked up the painting to shift it over to the table that was working as his artist studio for the moment. As he picked it up, an envelope fell out of the back which he hadn't noticed.
Orlando blinked seeing the envelope all from the painting. He got up from the couch and walked over to it. He bent over to pick it up. He tentatively said "Viggo, you dropped this." He made his way over to where Viggo was now sitting. He leaned over his shoulder to put the envelope in front of him. Orlando’s chest accidentally pressing against Viggo's back.

Viggo leaned back against Orlando, not enough that it would be noticeable, but enough that Viggo felt the warmth of Orlando's body for a moment longer. He glanced at the envelope, not recognising it but knowing the handwriting immediately. He grinned and he opened it, explaining, "Henry." He out of the envelope he pulled a note from Henry and another envelope. He read the note silently, though Orlando could no see every word "Hi Dad, James asked me to pass these on to you - I think they're pictures from when the two of you were travelling. He said there were a couple of me when I was a kid but I didn't open it cos I so don't want to know what you two got up to when you were younger! Love Henry"

Orlando unconsciously laid his hands on top of Viggo's shoulders. For some reason he had always liked having Viggo close to him. He sighted softly. Orlando wondered who James was but didn't ask Viggo. Instead he began gently massaging his shoulders.

Viggo leaned back into Orlando's touch as he answered the unasked question; "James is Henry's Godfather, an old friend of mine". He opened the second envelope and took out the black and white pictures inside. The first few pictures were of Viggo and a young Henry. Henry was sat on Viggo's shoulders, a throwaway camera in his hands, intensely focused on photographing a leaf in the tree above him. The person who'd taken the photograph was obviously lying on the ground and there were a couple with Henry pulling faces at him from his vantage-point so high. The next couple were of Viggo lying in bed a lot younger, probably in his early twenties and although the sheets covered most of him it was fairly obvious that he was wearing very little, if anything. In some of them he was asleep, others looking sleepily at the camera. Then in the next pictures he was leaning against a wall, still in his early twenties, giving the camera a distinctly 'come hither' look. What was most surprising in these last pictures though was the fact that he was wearing lots of glittery make-up, highlighting his deep blue eyes.

Orlando watched Viggo shuffling through the pictures. He smiled at the ones of his little boy. Giggling at the funny faces he was making. "He takes after his father I see." A small blush found in way over Orlando face when he saw the pictures of Viggo lying in bed. His hand became a little warmer on his shoulders. Orlando reached down and picked one up, before seeing the one with Viggo and his eye makeup. Orlando couldn't help laughing at it. "What is this."

Viggo leaned further back into Orlando in order to see which photo he'd picked up. Seeing it he smiled, "Amsterdam, out the back of some seedy club we'd decided to try" He chuckled, "Or so I'm told, I don't remember much of that night." He leaned his head back to look at Orlando, "But then again, I've been told a lot about Amsterdam that may or may not have happened"

Orlando couldn't help but laugh at what Viggo said. He could just imagine what Viggo was like back then. He shook his head teasingly at the older man. "I can just imagine that." He looked down at the picture leaning into Viggo's back more wrapping his arm around his shoulder laying his palm on top of Viggo's chest. He got a thoughtful looked on his face than asked, "what are some of the things that might or might not be true."

Viggo enjoyed the feel of Orlando's hands on him as he considered the question. He had had just about enough to drink for him to be able to answer the questions completely honestly and without a hint of embarrassment, "That I slept with James.... almost certainly true, we were lovers that summer; That I tried to convince an English tourist to join James and I for a threesome... probably not as James has to fight laughter everytime he suggests that one; That we went to a seedy gothic club... well you've seen the picture, and I've got vague memories of that; That I attempted to seduce the bouncer at some club and got us thrown out... debatable.... not sure if I was that stoned but, who knows" He watched Orlando's face carefully to gage his reaction to the revelations
Orlando blushed at the news. He had never considered the thought that Viggo might have been gay. He didn't really know what to say, so be didn't say anything. Orlando laughed at Viggo's confession of trying to seduce the bouncer; it did sound like something a younger Viggo would have tried. Orlando didn't seem too phased by the news. In fact his index finger began to gently run over Viggo's shirt.

Viggo's mind was acutely aware of Orlando's fingers moving over him and, emboldened by the gesture, the drink and Orlando's blush, asked, "What about you? You been to many seedy clubs? Ever worn make-up?" He paused for a moment before rephrasing his question, "Outside of work, I mean"

"No I can't say that I have." Orlando chuckled. His finger began to play with one of Viggo's shirt buttons. He thought for a second about what he should reveal to Viggo. He was one of Orlando closest friends he didn't want to hold anything back from him. Blushing a little he finally confessed. "I haven't been to a Gothic type of close, never wear makeup or had an gay affair before"

Viggo twisted in his seat to look at Orlando. He'd never really pictured Orlando going to a gothic club, but he was a little surprised Orlando had never worn any sort of make-up and he was definitely surprised he'd never had a gay affair - the way he and the hobbits acted sometimes it was a surprise there was a single person left who actually believed they were straight. Suddenly he got a thought and leaned back slightly against the table to look at Orlando. "Sit down" He said suddenly getting to his feet, grinning.