Viggo-

Orlando was over-fidgeting, Viggo usually had nothing against having him over but this was just too much. He had not been still for a second since he walked in through the door and he was driving Viggo insane. Usually Viggo enjoyed having Orlando over because it meant that he could spend his time ogling the boy from the corner of his eyes but looking at Orlando when he was like this only made him nauseous.

"Orli for fuck sake. Be still."

Orlando froze like Viggo had slapped him over the face.

"Sorry." He mumbled with his head turned down.

/Damn it./ Viggo thought. /I wish he wasn't so cute./

"I'm sorry." Viggo said already defeated. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing." Orlando still had his face hidden from Viggo's questioning eyes.

"Come on Orli. You're much more fidgety than usual. Nervous about something."

Orlando's down-turned shoulders tensed for a moment, and then he shook his head with a false laugh.

"Why would I be nervous? It's just you and me right?"

"How should I know?" Viggo shrugged. "You're just not yourself and I thought we were friends enough for you to tell me. That's all."

In fact Viggo wanted to believe they were more than friends. That there were something more than friendship hiding behind their almost nightly little get tog ethers on Viggo's couch. They never really did anything, just watched telly and downed a couple of beers. Once in a while discussing something that just happened to come into mind. Last night they have had an animated discussion about smoking for example, where Viggo finally had said he would never kiss a smoker. Which of course wasn't true, because Orlando was a smoker and Viggo would more then love to kiss him, ashtray taste or not.

"It's nothing Vig." Orlando said and finally lifted his head to look Viggo in the eyes. "If it bothers you that much, I'll just go."

"It's fine." Viggo said, disappointed that Orlando wouldn't confide in him.

They had a few more beers in silence, somehow the mood was broken and Orlando left unusually early. Viggo looked after his departing back and wished he had the guts to just tell the boy he loved him.





-Orlando-

So this quit smoking thing had been a great idea. Yeah, a really great idea. Except for the fact of course that his `God I need a smoke' fidgeting seemed to annoy Viggo. Like this quit thing wasn't all Viggo's fault to begin with. What did he mean he would never kiss a smoker? Orlando was a smoker, didn't he want to kiss him. Well, obviously not. Not as long as he was a smoker anyway, so he had to quit. He just never expected it to be so hard. It wasn't just the cigarettes he missed. He missed the last smoke of the night just him, the crisp night air and his thoughts of Viggo. And he missed having something to do with his hands during the long wait between shoots. Fuck, it really was a horrible idea but it would all be worth it if just Viggo could decide he wanted to kiss him badly just because he quit smoking. He couldn't tell Viggo he quit though; it was too easy for the other man to figure out why, so he had to keep it a secret. It really was hard work being a sneaky bastard.





-Viggo-

If Orlando had been bad the day before it was nothing against how he was right now. He looked wild eyed and there was thin sheen of sweat covering his brow.

"Orli what's wrong? Are you on drugs?"

"NO. I'm just... Let me be."

"Orli?"

"Fuck off."

Okay so now he was officially REALLY worried. What was wrong with his pretty Elf? He had to look for counseling and Elijah sounded like a good idea. Whenever Orlando wasn't with him, he hung out with the hobbits. They should know. He left Orli in the living room and went into the kitchen. Silently he picked up the phone and dialed Elijah.

"One pervy hobbit with a gigantic dick, at your service."

"Uhm... Dom. Can I talk to Elijah please?"

"Sure, Vig. As long as you don't try to ask him out."

"Promise."

"Here he is."

"Elijah."

"Hi `Lij. It's Vig. I just have to ask you. What's wrong with Orli?"

"Uhm... Don't know mate."

"Don't give me that bullshit. You're a terrible liar."

"He quit smoking, okay. But don't tell him I told you. We all promised not to."

"Why wouldn't he want me to know?"

"It was something about some conversation you had."

"Oh... *Oh*. Thanks `Lij, I owe you."

"No biggie."

Viggo hung up the phone and stared at the wall for a while. Then he went back out to Orlando, trying hard not to dance around like a maniac.





-Orlando-

God, he couldn't believe how he just had snapped at Viggo. It wasn't his fault that he felt like shit. He read somewhere that quitting smoking gave the same sort of abstinence as quitting heroine. Right now he could easily believe that. Viggo went out into the kitchen, probably sick of just being around Orlando. Orlando sat still at the couch fiddling silently with the hem of his shirt. He looked up when Viggo came back, opening his mouth to apologize for snapping at him.

"Why didn't you just tell me Orli?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you wanted me to kiss you."

"I don't..."

"Yes you do. That's why you quit smoking wasn't it? So that I would want to kiss you."

Orlando ducked his head; this was by far the most embarrassing moment of his life.

"Yeah." He mumbled and made a mental note to kill the hobbits when he had an opportunity. They must have spilled his story.

"I do want to kiss you."

Orlando's head snapped up.

"I wanted to kiss you when you were a smoker too."

"Really?"

"Yeah really you silly bugger. Come here."

Orlando leapt of the couch and into Viggo's arms. He didn't even give Viggo time to react before he pressed their lips together. A slightly startled Viggo opened his mouth and let Orlando's probing tongue in and oh GOD could Viggo kiss. They kept kissing for what seemed forever. Tongues moving together in languid strokes that had them both breathless. When Viggo finally pulled away, Orlando collapsed against his chest, allowing the strong arms to hold him tight.





-Viggo-

Wow. That was unexpected. He had figured kissing Orlando would be good, but that good? The young man was like a tornado in his arms. When he finally decided that maybe some air would be a good idea Orlando just went slack in his arms, pressing into his chest.

"How are you?" Viggo asked curiously.

"Delirious." Orlando answered and smiled up at him. "And in dire need of a smoke."

"You can't give up now love. Take a nicotine gum."

"Don't have any."

"You just decided to quit like that? No wonder your fidgeting up the walls."

"Didn't think it would be that hard."

Viggo sighed; sometimes the young man in his arms was extremely short sighted. He wrapped his arm around Orlando's waist and started pulling him towards the door.

"Where are we going?" Orlando whined snuggling closer into Viggo's side. "I wanna be somewhere, where I can kiss you senseless every once in a while."

"We are going to get you some nicotine gum."

"Why?"

"Because your mood swings will kill me and your fidgeting drives me insane."

Orlando sighed.

"Can I kiss you senseless when we get back?"

"When we get back you can do a whole lot more than that." Viggo promised.

The end