Orlando kissed him anyway, a hearty buss on the cheek. How could he resist? It was delightful to see Viggo's lashes flutter.
A camera flash flared.
"Shit," said Viggo resignedly.
In the theater, Viggo smiled and draped his jacket over Orlando's lap.
"What are you doing?" Orlando’s voice was uncertain. Viggo's smile turned wicked.
Orlando felt fingers on his zipper.
Gandalf fell into the depths of Moria while Orlando's heartrate rose.
Orlando arched into his chair. He could only hope that Howard's score would drown out the noise.