withimpunity | RPS: Milo/Adrian - Long Distance Charges May Apply

Title: Long Distance Charges May Apply
Pairing: Adrian/Milo
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This is RPS and a work of fiction. The men portrayed in this work of fiction do not belong to me and I'm certain they are glad of that fact. Fiction.

Milo feels the soft vibrations in his back pocket before his phone begins to ring. He doesn't have a song set as his ringtone or even one of the standard ones that came on the phone, just a simple beep to alert him that he's getting a call. He's waiting in line at the Thai restaurant across the street from his apartment when it beeps and his lips subconsciously curve upward in the corners when he notices the name flashing across the screen.

"Hello?" He cradles the phone between his ear and shoulder as he hands the man behind the counter his credit card and smiles.

"You know who it is,"Adrian replies on the other end. "You can see who's calling, yet you always answer like you don't. You're so weird sometimes."

"Hello to you too, Adrian. " He mumbles, smiling as he takes the paper bag from the man and heads back across the street. "How's London?"

"Same as always," Adrian mutters. "Rainy. Cloudy. British."

"Well at least you're having fun," Milo says sarcastically, looking both ways as he crosses the street. "I heard you were just a blast at Collectormania."

There is nothing but the sound of Adrian's light breathing on the other end of the phone and Milo chuckles as he digs in his pocket for his keys.

"Natalie even called to ask me what the hell your problem was," He told Adrian. "Said you wouldn't tell her anything, but she thought you might tell me." He hears Adrian sigh heavily and the sound of ice cubes clinking around in a glass on the other end.

"I don't have a problem," Adrian replies as the scotch trickles over the ice cubes and fills his glass.

"Yeah?" Milo's voice raises in pitch. "Since when do you care about people taking your picture, then? Certainly not last week when you wore those fucking socks to the premier."

Adrian mutters something unintelligible on the other line and Milo can hear the ice rattling around in the glass as Adrian puts it to his lips.

"What?" Milo asks as he unlocks the door to his apartment, then locks it behind him again before sitting the bag on the counter. "I couldn't hear you over the pathetic."

"I see you've perfected being a smug little bastard in my absence," Adrian replies, his voice somewhat raspy and hoarse from the scotch already, and Milo feels his pulse quicken in response.

"It's true," Milo says as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. "With you not around there's no one to keep me in check."

"You haven't been getting into trouble, I hope." Adrian replies, refilling his glass.

"I've been good," Milo replies, opening the little paper boxes as he sits down at his bar. "Somewhat."

At least sixty seconds of silence pass between them. He can hear the ice in Adrian's glass clinking around again as he digs into his noodles. His has his mouth full when Adrian finally speaks again.

"So, what have you been doing?" He asks, almost shyly. "I miss any good parties?"

Milo almost chokes on the half chewed noodles in his mouth as he finally realizes what this is all about. "You can be such a dick sometimes, Adrian," he laughs loudly into the phone and swaps ears. "You can just say it, you know."

"Say what?"

"You miss me," Milo replies smugly. "That's why you're being such a phenomenal ass. You can't stand to be away from me this long."

Adrian snorts into the phone. "You'd think with a head that big there might be some room for a brain."

"Come on, Adrian," Milo grins. "Admit it."

"You're an idiot," Adrian mutters, swallowing down the rest of his scotch.

"I miss you," Milo blurts out and suddenly Adrian wishes he still had some scotch left.

"What?" His throat burns as he chokes out the word.

"I said I miss you," Milo articulates. "We haven't been away from each other for more than a week since we, you know, decided to do this. So yeah, I fucking miss you. Okay?"

"Okay," Adrian replies, his voice slightly strained as he removes his jacket and lays it over the back of the couch in his hotel suite, then again: "Okay."

Milo smiles and twists the cap back on his water bottle. "Well, do you miss me Adrian?" He could imagine the expression on Adrian's face right now, his cheeks flushing with color, chewing nervously on his bottom lip, and his fingers curl under the edge of the bar just thinking about it.

"Fuck," Adrian finally gave in. "I do. You know I do. I hate it here. The tv sucks and I don't know anybody. I'm fucking lonely. Happy now, Milo?"

"Of course not," Milo answers sincerely.

Adrian sighs. "I wish you were here."

"I wish you were here too," Milo murmurs, putting his thai take-out in the fridge for later. "I want you here."

Adrian swallows hard at the way Milo says want, effortlessly dropping into that deep, sultry tone of his. "Yeah?" He asks, busying himself by pouring another glass of scotch.

"Yeah," Milo answers him, his voice even lower. "It's been so boring this week. No work, no parties to go to-"

"No blowjobs in your trailer between takes," Adrian throws in for good measure.

"Yeah," Milo shifts on the couch and pushes his shoes off his feet. "That was definitely missed."

"I wish you were here," Adrian says, forgetting that he's said that once already due to all the scotch he's consumed since the beginning of their phone conversation. "So I could help you out with that hard-on you've totally got for me right now."

"What?" Milo laughs into the phone, thanking God, Buddha, whoever, that Adrian can't see his girly pink cheeks right now.

"Don't lie, Milo," Adrian says. "I know you."

Milo swallows, but his throat is so dry it feels like sandpaper. The bad thing is, he knows Adrian is right. Adrian does know him, better than anyone ever has before, and he is really, really hard, all from just listening to the sound of Adrian's voice.

"You're right," Milo says, embarrassed when his voice cracks a little. "I am. I want you so fucking bad, Adrian. I hate this. Get on a fucking plane, now."

Adrian laughs quietly into the phone. "I wish I could. Really. I can't wait to get back to L.A. and make you scream for me, Milo."

"God," Milo whispers against the phone in his hand as he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans with the other, slipping his hand underneath the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. "Keep talking, Adrian."

"Oh hell," Adrian's voice is husky and still a little raspy from the scotch. "I wish I could see you right now. Where are you?"

"On the couch," Milo mutters breathily. Adrian catches the hitch in his voice and leans against the wall, unbuckling his belt and sliding the zipper down on his trousers. "Where are you?"

"Against a wall," Adrian tells him, closing his eyes and sighing pleasingly as his fingers curl around his throbbing erection. "God, I wish you were here."

"Yeah," Milo mumurs. "What would you do to me if I was?"

Adrian bites his lip to keep from moaning, not wanting Milo to know just how eager he's been for this all week. He pushes his pants down past his hips along with his boxers and leans back against the wall with his cock in his hand. "God, I'd kneel in front of you and take your fucking perfect cock in my mouth and suck you so hard you'd forget your own name."

"Shit," Milo gasps as his fingers tighten around his cock and he gives his balls a squeeze with the other hand, all the while imagining its Adrian's fingers and Adrian's hands. "What else, Adrian?"

Adrian isn't successful in containing the slight moan that spills from his lips this time as he rocks his hips into his hand, listening to Milo's sultry voice with his eyes closed, picturing Milo down on his knees in front of him, begging for his cock.

"Mmm, I'd roll you over and drag my tongue down your perfect little ass and tease you with it until you begged me to fuck you." His breath is coming in short burst as he strokes himself slowly, trying to last as long as Milo.

"Fuck yes," Milo groans, his back arching off the couch as he pumps his cock into his hand, seeing Adrian behind his closed eyelids. He imagines feeling Adrian's tongue tracing the veins on the inside of his thigh and shudders. He almost thinks he can smell Adrian, a mixture of cologne and sweat and jolly ranchers, as if he were hovering right over him. "Fuck me."

"Oh I will," Adrian growls, almost losing the phone in his hand he's concentrating so hard on not coming yet. "When I get home I'm going to fuck you so hard, Milo. Fuck, I can't wait to feel you, all tight and hot, clenching around my cock. I'm going to make you scream so loud the neighbors are going to complain. Oh shit, Mi, I'm not going to last much longer."

"Go ahead," Milo replied shakily. "I want to hear you come, Adrian."

"No," Adrian argued. "Not before you. Tell me what you're doing," Adrian's voice lowered dramatically. "Tell me exactly what you're doing, Milo."

"God, Adrian," Milo groaned, his stomach tightening with arousal. "I'm squeezing my balls and fuck feels so good, but I wish it was you."

"Me too baby," Adrian groaned, squeezing his own balls tightly to keep himself from coming. "Listen. Put your fingers in your mouth and suck on them for me. Just pretend its me."

"Okay," Milo answered him breathlessly and did exactly what Adrian asked him to do, closing his eyes as he pictured Adrian pushing his own fingers between his lips, sensually sucking on Adrian's fingers, making them slick and ready to slide into him. "Okay."

"You know what to do," Adrian whispered to him through the phone. "Just spread your legs wide and slip your fingers inside of you, one at a time. Tell me how it feels."

Milo slid down on the couch and did as Adrian said, spreading his legs are far apart as they would go, then closed his eyes again. He could see Adrian's face again, smirking up at him as he teased the head of his cock with his tongue and slipped one finger inside of him.

"Adrian," Milo gasped as he pushed his finger deep, deep inside of him.

"How many?"

"Just one," Milo panted.

"Add another," Adrian instructed him, teasing his own entrance with a lubricated finger as he listened to Milo's shaking breathing. "Tell me how it feels."

"Oh shit," Milo swore. "Feels, fuck."

Adrian chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? Now, fuck yourself for me, Mi. I want to hear everything."

Milo pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he began twisted and curling his fingers inside of him while his other hand worked furiously on his cock. He could already feel the heat pooling in his groin and his balls tightening in anticipation.

"Fuck, Adrian, this is fucking amazing," He panted. "Oh God, are you going to come soon, because this feels too fucking good. I'm not going to last much longer. Shit."

"You sound gorgeous," Adrian replied. "Keep doing what you're doing. I want to hear you come for me, Milo."

That was all the persuading Milo needed. He pushed his two fingers as deep as he could get them inside of him and cried out Adrian's name as they brushed his prostate, his hips jerking violently as he came all over his fingers and belly and on the side of his leather couch. He was just barely conscious enough to hear Adrian when he came, not a moment later, grunting out Milo as he came.

"Fuck. I love you," Milo muttered hoarsely as he sat up on the couch, taking off his t-shirt to wipe the mess he'd made off the leather.

"Mmm," Was pretty much all Adrian could verbalize at the moment, but he didn't have to say anything. Milo knew.