vigorli

This ficlet was a bday gift for

mywiel that I posted on my journal, but not here because I completely forgot. Yes, my memory is that bad.
Beta'd by

gattodoro
This song really does stick in your head...

“In olden days a glimpse of stocking, was looked on as something shocking but now god knooooows. Anything goooooes,” Orlando sang softly as he swept the kitchen floor.

Viggo stood behind him, mouth open in shock. It wasn't so much that Orlando was singing, but that he actually had a nice voice. This was something the American hadn't known about his lover. It was...cute. Why had he kept it a secret?

“Good authors too, who once knew better words, now only use four letter words, writing proooose. Anything goooooooes.”

Viggo looked behind himself and thought about backing away, but worried any obvious movement would catch his lover’s attention. Then Orlando began to dance with the broom and Viggo forgot about leaving and waited for just the right moment to let the Brit know he was there.

Orlando dipped the broom and sang,

"The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolooooos.
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that you're bound to answer
When I propoooooose,
Anything gooooooes!"

“Yes! I'll marry you!” Viggo held open his arms and smiled widely.

Orlando yelped and jumped, the broom clattering the floor as he spun around to face Viggo. “Bloody hell!”

“We’ll wear matching suits and you can sing show tunes as you walk down the aisle.”

“The song is stuck in my head, I cannot be blamed for this," Orlando said, face turning red. "It's John Barrowman's fault!"

“It proves that you’re not just dabbling at being gay.”

Orlando's jaw nearly hit the floor, but he recovered quickly to ask, “And begging you to fuck my ass doesn’t?”

“No.”

“I think it’s against the law to marry nutters. There are medications you could try.”

“Keep singing.”

“Fuck off.”

Viggo posed, one hand on his heart, the other reaching for Orlando, and sang, “When grandmama whose age is eighty, In night clubs is getting matey with gigoloooooo's, Anything Gooooooes!”

Orlando covered his face with his hands. “Please stop.”

“When mothers pack and leave poor father, because they decide they'd rather be tennis prooooooos, Anything Goooooes!”

“Please?”

“Come on! Be gay with me! Last part!” Viggo grabbed Orlando and began to dance a two step that had Orlando laughing as he sang with Viggo,

"If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like, (at this Viggo ground their groins together and wiggled his eyebrows)
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is indulging in nudist parties in studioooooos,
Anything Goooooes!”