I officially love you for writing this fic! Poor Orlando. How is he going to explain about the toaster? That's his own personal version of porn in a way. Viggo will think it's adorable if he confesses.

I am glad that even though Orlando's brain isn't working, his body seems to know what to do. granted if I were looking at a wet, towel-clad Viggo, I think I would be smooching on him too.

I remember that movie! I snuck and watched when I wasn't supposed to and it scared me for a long time. Any noises at night were obviously a disembodied hand coming to kill me.

The only thing I want to know is where is this Gorgeous Boyfriend jackpot and how do I get a ticket?

I can't wait for more!