Dressing Up
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vamp_ressAuthor: Michelle
Email: michelle [at] waking-vision.com
Summary: Viggo has many talents, as Orlando is about to find out.
Series: Library-AU
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Genre: slash, fluff
Warnings: AU
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Viggo and Orlando belong to themselves. It’s only in my deranged mind that they belong to each other.
Author’s Note: Written for the Year of the OTP challenge. For October I chose the prompt costume. I couldn’t resist doing something lighthearted and fun for Halloween this year.
She made a twirling gesture with her hand, indicating that she wanted Orlando to turn around and show off all angles of his costume. Which he dutifully did. “You look better than the original,” she enthused.
“You don’t look too bad either,” Orlando said. Secretly, he thought that Irene looked decidedly hot. He hadn’t even known that her body featured so many curves. Normally she wore long skirts and loose-fitting blouses.
It was his second Halloween as a librarian in Reynards and also his second time doing it in costume. Last year, he had only been on board for a month and Irene had let him off the hook quite easily – the Harry Potter costumes hadn’t been overly elaborate. But this time around they had jointly decided to pull out all the stops.
After much debate Irene and Orlando had decided on an Alice-in-Wonderland theme. Irene had picked the Queen of Hearts. Her costume looked extraordinarily lavish and she even wore a wig and of course the fancy make-up with the lipstick forming a wicked little heart on her mouth.
Orlando had decided on the Mad Hatter (or rather: Irene had decided that he’d be the Mad Hatter and Orlando was smart enough not to argue). He had bought the costume on the internet, but of course it had looked nothing like the picture he had seen online once it had arrived.
Disappointed, he had whined about it on a night-out with Ben. Ben had simply told him to ring up his sister Annie. Apparently, she was a wizard with a needle, subsequently turning the rather boring and definitely ill-fitting online purchase into a convincing costume.
That had left only the pretty extensive make-up. YouTube had several tutorials on how to apply it (YouTube simply never disappointed), but he had virtually broken his fingers (and his brain) trying to copy what the influencers were doing on screen.
In the end, help had arrived from an unexpected corner …
“What are you doing?” Viggo asked in the morning when Orlando swore up a storm in front of the bathroom mirror, surrounded by the make-up boxes he needed while his phone was propped up next to the mirror so he could watch the tutorial.
He was wearing the costume and the wig and hat, he just needed the make-up to complete the look. It was just … it wasn’t working. Whatever he was doing, it didn’t turn out at all like in the tutorial. He looked like a horrified clown who had fallen into a container of paint.
“I’m trying to apply make-up, but quite obviously I suck at it.”
Viggo looked at him and Orlando thought that he saw Viggo’s mouth twitch in amusement – just a tiny bit –, but Viggo was too much of a gentleman to say out loud what he was thinking. “Okay, this isn’t working. Wash it off, I’ll do it,” Viggo offered.
Orlando looked at him flabberghasted. “You.”
“Yes, me. Don’t look so shocked.”
“Okay?” Orlando ventured. He wasn’t convinced that this was a good idea. Viggo was in one of the old t-shirts he wore around the house. He’d put on a pair of jeans that sported a few dirty spots that had refused to wash out. There were several holes in the trousers, though not in places where it was nowadays considered fashionable but rather in places where constant wear and tear had worn down the fabric. He was about two steps away from looking homeless.
Orlando decided that he had nothing to lose. He washed off his poor attempt and then turned away from the mirror, letting Viggo work with the help of the tutorial. Viggo’s face was very near and Orlando’s groin became tight when Viggo’s tongue peaked out between his lips. He was all concentration.
Once done, he turned Orlando around so he could check the result in the mirror. Orlando stared, he was at a loss for words. He looked exactly like the Mad Hatter was supposed to look: white foundation, colourful eyes, fake eyelashes, dramatically highlighted cheekbones. If Viggo’s second career as an author ever failed or started to bore him he could easily start a third career as a make-up artist. How many talents did that man have?
“What the fuck!? How did you do that?”
Viggo looked pleased. “Didn’t we all have an eyeshadow-and-eyeliner phase?”
“No,” Orlando replied, raising an inquisite eyebrow. “We didn’t all have that.”
Viggo shrugged in a way that suggested something along the lines of Your loss.
Orlando looked at himself in the mirror. He very much liked what he saw. “I’d love to kiss you. That make-up is crazy good.”
“Let’s not. You’ll only smear the lipstick.”
Orlando pouted. That wasn’t a sentence he had ever expected to hear, but he did see the merit of Viggo’s words.
And that was how it came about that his costume didn’t only impress Irene but basically everyone who came to the library this day. Some people even came in twice, because they couldn’t get enough of Irene and Orlando being a perfectly mad pair of literary characters.
On his way home from work Orlando was basically bouncing with excess energy. Their Halloween costumes had been a success (even the local paper had shown up), people had been excited and impressed and Orlando had thoroughly enjoyed the day. He looked forward to coming home, getting out of the costume and showering. Oh, and he still owed Viggo a kiss.
Since the garage only had space for Viggo’s Silverado, Orlando parked in front of it and entered through the main entrance. The sight that greeted him wasn’t something he would ever forget.
Viggo was leaning casually against the back of the sofa, hands on the backrest, feet crossed at the ankles. Orlando squinted and swallowed hard. This was Viggo, wasn’t it?
“Who are you and what have you done to Viggo Mortensen?” Orlando inquired in a voice that didn’t quite sound like his own.
Viggo smirked. His right hand went to the hem of his shirt. He pushed his hand under the fabric, exposing naked skin underneath. His navel became visible, more of his belly and a hint of treasure trail. Those trousers were riding extremely low on his hips.
Orlando swallowed. And stared. Viggo winked and the gesture went right to Orlando’s cock.
That bastard.
Somehow the guy who dressed so casually that he bordered on looking like a hobo had been transformed into something that should be printed on life-sized posters. As far as Orlando could tell from his position by the door Viggo was wearing black leather trousers. Leather! They were skintight and left nothing to the imagination. An equally black sleeveless shirt hugged his upper body in all the right places. The clothes in and of themselves were a surprise, because Orlando had never seen them before and he was pretty sure he had seen all nooks and crannies of Viggo’s drawers.
But the even bigger surprise was the make-up Viggo was wearing. Dark eyeshadow gave his eyes an intense look. As did the vast amount of eyeliner that highlighted the blue of his eyes in a dramatic fashion. He was wearing dark lipstick and had done something magical to his face that made his high cheekbones even more prominent. He looked delectable. Like rockstar. Or a fashion icon. He looked like Orlando had never imagined Viggo to look.
Orlando exhaled. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“Thought you deserved a treat for Halloween as well,” Viggo said conversationally while his hand still played with the hem of the shirt, pushing it up with every second that passed. Not long now and his fingers would reach his nipples.
“Huh,” Orlando stammered. The longer he stared at Viggo, the more blood went to his groin. It was entirely possible that he’d pass out from the arousal that went through his body in waves.
“What do you think? Want to unwrap your treat?” Viggo asked. His hand changed direction suddenly and Viggo cupped himself through the leather of his trousers. He let his head fall back and moaned, a throaty sound full of lust and promise.
Orlando was past proper speech. He just went over to where Viggo was lounging against the back of the sofa. He came within touching distance, was near enough to see where bits of the eyeshadow had bled into the little crowsfeet around Viggo’s eyes. He kissed Viggo, attacked his mouth wantonly and didn’t give a fuck about whose lipstick got smeared where. Orlando pushed his tongue into Viggo’s mouth because he wanted to hear him moan again. And Viggo did, the sound long and desperate. Viggo pushed his hips into Orlando and when their cocks came into contact through several layers of clothing they both gasped.
When Orlando broke the kiss some of his bright-red lipstick was on Viggo’s mouth. Orlando’s hand covered Viggo’s on his cock and pressed down. Viggo closed his eyes, a blissful smile on his face.
“Oh, yes,” Orlando said, effectively answering Viggo’s question.
“Oh, yes,” Viggo repeated when Orlando palmed his cock.
Viggo grinned mischievously. “I haven’t worn those pants in years. They’re a pretty tight fit. I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of them on my own. So if you want to get to your treat you’ll have to lend a helping hand.”
Orlando gave Viggo’s cock a promising squeeze. “Hell, yeah.”
- The End
(March 2025)
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