Just A Touch Of Lipstick

He touched one hand to Orlando's cheek, thinking the younger man's nervousness was at the prospect of him finishing the make-up, "Trust me," He assured him, before grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the bed, "Sit on the edge of here," He said indicating to a spot next to where he had dumped the box of make-up as he came into the room, "and close your eyes again"

Orlando jumped feeling the hand on him, but guessed Viggo hadn't noticed as he was dragged to the bed. He did as he was told sitting down and closing his eyes. He was very quiet for a long time, before saying softly. "What’s it like?"

Viggo had sat next to him on the bed, turning Orlando's face towards him in order to begin applying the eyeliner to his other eye. By the time he had finished with the eyeliner pencil the silence was beginning to unnerve him. Orlando was rarely still and never quiet. He had almost finished applying the liquid eyeliner and was about to ask if something was wrong, when Orlando voiced his question. Tipping his own head to one side he asked, "What's what like?"
Orlando swallowed heard. He wasn't sure he really wanted to ask this. He wasn't too sure he wanted to know. His right hand tightened its grip on the bed cover. His tongue darted out over his suddenly dry lips. "Being with another man?"

It was lucky that Viggo had finished applying the liquid eyeliner when Orlando asked that, as even with his steady hands he was sure he would have faltered at that one. He picked up the glitter and the brush as he considered his answer, his pants suddenly feeling very tight as he watched Orlando's tongue lick his lips. He began to speak as he applied the glitter, "It's different... women are all softness and curves whereas men are... men are more defined, harder," he chucked softly at the double meaning in his choice of words before adding, "And not just in the obvious places"

Orlando tipped his head to one side. He always did that when he was course it was just habit. He kept his eyes closed however. "Sorry..." He muttered and went quiet again. A few seconds passed before he said. "What do you mean?"

Viggo leaned back to admire his handiwork once he had finished the eyeliner. He had just picked up a compact of glittery eyeshadow when Orlando asked his second question. Somehow it was easier to answer Orlando when he had his eyes shut, there was no danger of losing himself in them. He began to dust the eyeshadow over Orlando's eyes as he answered, "Women's bodies are more..." he paused for a moment, considering his words, "curvy. Women are soft and curvy where men are muscular and more defined. Women are a contrast whereas men have more of an idea of what you're feeling..."

"Oh..." Orlando said. His stomach did a little flip flop as he shifted on the bed. He ran his tongue over his lower lip before pulling it into his mouth to suck on. He didn't say anything after that just kind of sat there thinking.

Viggo dusted a little glitter over Orlando's cheekbones, before pulling three lipsticks out of the box. Whilst he decided which colour would suit Orlando best he decided to push his luck with his questions, "Have you ever thought about it? Making love to another man?"

Orlando could feel his stomach knotting up as Viggo asked that. He nibbled on his lower lip. He really wanted to get up and walk out of there as his pants become just a little tighter. If he had his eyes open he would have looked away, but since he didn't he felt a little safer, like this wasn't really happening and they weren’t really talking about it. "Yeah..." He said softly.
Viggo ran a thumb over Orlando's bottom lip to get him to release it before starting to put the lipstick on his lips. It was a dark colour that complemented the dark colours around his eyes and his hair. As he leaned back on his elbows to look at Orlando he asked gently, "Who?"

Orlando still had his eyes closed. His mouth open in a O when Viggo ran his finger over it. His tongue darting out to lick over it gently. Just a little. He quickly pulled it back in to his mouth. Orlando didn't want to look at Viggo so he just kept his eyes close. "I...I don't know....A few friends from school...Sean..."

Viggo shuddered when Orlando's tongue darted over his finger, biting back a soft moan. "Sean's straight" He informed Orlando, "Learnt that one the hard way" He stayed leaning back, his eyes running over Orlando's body. It would appear Orlando wasn't as immune to the intimacy of their situation as he appeared to be. That set Viggo's mind working, "Anyone else?" he murmured.

Orlando giggled. "Why Viggo did you try sleeping with Sean?" He couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "I could have told you Sean was straight just by looking at him." Orlando blushed softly as Viggo asked him that. He wasn't too sure how to answer. He had thought about Viggo a lot the last few weeks of filming. "I..." He said softly.

Viggo watched Orlando's face as he laughed and then blushed. There was something undeniably sexy about the younger man. Whatever 'it' was, Orlando had it in heapfuls. "Yeah well, I was drunk at the time," Viggo defended himself. Orlando's reluctance to answer the question was an answer in itself. Sitting up, he leaned forward towards Orlando before whispering near his ear, "Orlando, If were to try and seduce you, would you stop me?" Whilst that hadn't been his intention when he invited Orlando over to dinner, it had fast been becoming an idea in his mind over the course of the evening and now he needed to know if he would lose his friend should he try.