New Sean/Viggo, Dom/Sean, and Orlando/Viggo

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[Method: Part 6]:

Sean blamed it on the fact that he wore snugly fitted suede pants to the party, while Viggo, to be contrary, thought it was because they hadn't seen each other since before Thanksgiving. Now it was New Year's Eve, and Sean breezed in from the airport, suit bag over one arm, and went upstairs to dress before their guests arrived. Standing in the front hall, flushed from their brief, enthusiastic welcoming kiss, Viggo grimly adjusted himself and continued his increasingly one-sided phone conversation with the caterer's assistant.

and two prequels to "Method":

[Stand-In]:

He sometimes found himself sitting on a hillside, eating lunch with his stand-in, contemplating his own caricatured face, adult beneath the childish wig. His stand-in's body was distracting in a matching green velvet coat, and when they were finished Dom's hands would move over the waistcoat, tidying, until he was told to stop: "I'm not a kid; I can clean up my own kit."

"I know," Dom always replied. "It's just . . . weird, don't you think."

"Nah, mate, I know it's just pretend." (Sean B./Dom)

[Standoff]:

"I don't suppose you've got a light?" a low voice said, and Viggo glanced up to see Orlando, still elven graceful in the doorway. Viggo set his proofs down on the makeup table, nodding, and leaned out of his chair to search the mess in front of him.

"'Should quit, of course," Orlando mused, letting the door shut behind him.

"But you won't," said Viggo, producing the matchbox.

"Prob'ly not," Orlando smiled, and he struck the light, cigarette poised. "'Too many old movies – 'looks so bloody sexy." (Orlando/Viggo)