"What are you drinking, gentlemen?" the bartender shouted across to their table.

"Glenfiddich," Sean and Viggo answered simultaneously.

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Guinness." For the most part, Orli stuck to beer. Hard liquor tended to go to his head a little too fast. When he did drink liquor, he preferred vodka or rum mixed with fruit juice. 'I guess that makes me a little fruity,' he thought with a stifled giggle. 'Elijah would give me hell for that comment.'

Sean raised an eyebrow at the giggle and looked at Viggo who was smirking as he raised his glass to his lips.

Orlando caught the twitching of Viggo's lips and was about to ask him what was so funny when the tip of the American's tongue appeared, running along the edge of the glass, catching the clinging dark liquid before lowering it to the table. The tongue disappeared and Orlando's eyes followed the glass to the table where it sat cradled between Viggo's long fingers.

A strange warm feeling settled low in Orlando's stomach like he was the one that had swallowed the scotch. Suddenly he had an overwhelming yearning to sample a taste of Viggo's drink. Not from his glass, but from his lips.

Placing his own mug on the table, Orlando turned in the booth, straddling Viggo's lap, the narrow distance between the table and seat pressing their chests together, the hard ridge of the table at Orlando's back. Sealing his mouth to Viggo's, he sucked the smoky taste from his lips, delving deeper with his tongue in search of more of the heady substance. Every corner was plundered, probed and savored.

Viggo froze, his lap and mouth suddenly full of Elf. His hands opened and closed convulsively on the scarred table top, his eyes opened and stunned. Sean's amused look over Orlando's shoulder finally stirred the older man to action. His eyes fell closed, his hands fisting the soft fabric of Orli's T-shirt. Pulling the slender body even tighter, he tilted his head, allowing their mouths to fit even closer, his tongue parrying with Orlando's, until the younger man was bent backwards over the oak table.

Orlando was getting drunk and he wasn't sure if it was the scotch or the kiss. He was light-headed and a little dizzy. His body was flushed, radiating heat one minute and shivering the next. The room seemed to have faded away and his senses seemed enhanced. Every touch… taste… smell was so intense that he was afraid he was going to either come or faint - neither seemed very sophisticated. Sean and Viggo were both so very sophisticated that it felt very important not to let his body react like an adolescent wanker.

Viggo groaned, hands sliding to Orli's ass as the younger man ground his body against Viggo's rapidly growing erection. With a gasp, he pulled back from the soul-stealing kiss. "Orli, what…"

Orlando opened lust-dazed eyes and smiled lazily. His whole body felt drugged and his tongue ran away before he could corral it. "I wanted to taste the scotch."

Viggo looked at him like he'd just declared his allegiance to Sauron. Sean's amusement had grown to an audible snicker. "I'd have been happy to buy you a glass," Viggo said, trying desperately to bring his traitorous body back under control, but finding it impossible with Orlando's warm weight still pressing enticingly against his groin.

Drunk - whether from alcohol or kisses - was never the best time for admissions, but it slipped out anyway. "I think I only liked it because it came with your kiss. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."

Sean fell silent as the two actors stared at each other, the moment suddenly serious.

"I've got a whole bottle back at the house. Maybe we should conduct an experiment," Viggo finally said, his eyes lingering on Orlando's mouth.

Orlando surged forward sucking Viggo's lips between his as he kissed him again. "Is there a twelve step program for Viggoscotch because I'm afraid I could easily become an addict."

"Ya only need a twelve step program if ya want to be cured," Sean snorted, breaking the tension and making all three men chuckle. "Now get outa here, ya wankers. You're makin' me trousers tight and I don have anyone volunteerin' to ease the ache."

Orlando climbed reluctantly off Viggo's lap, smiling as the older man took a large swallow of scotch as he stood. Taking his hand, Viggo pulled him into a quick kiss before heading for the door.

Watching his friends leave, Sean pulled Viggo's glass across the table. "He gets laid and I get the scotch. Sumptin' not right in that."