RPS : Between a Jack and a Hard Place - Milo/Jack - Pg-13

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Title: Between a Jack and a Hard Place
Pairing: RPS - Milo/Jack
Rating: PG-13
For: Ery who wanted Jack/Milo
Summary: a drunk!Jack is an awesome Jack.

"Happy New Year Jack," Milo raised his glass, toasting Jack's scotch with his cider.

"Happy," Jack said, pausing a moment to release a rather manly belch. "New Years, Mi."

Milo cocked his eyebrow at Jack and laughed. "And since when do you call me Mi?"

Jack flipped his arm over and looked at his watch. "Since about three scotches ago. You let Adrian call you Mi." He reminded him. Milo grinned crookedly and shrugged as Jack took a step closer to him with a roguish grin on his face. "You let Adrian do a lot of things to you, actually."

"Jack-"

"I can see why Adrian can't shut up about you though," Jack mumbled, probably unaware that he was talking out loud as he dragged his eyes up Milo's body and closed the distance between them. "You're really quite cute when I'm drunk. Really."

"And you are. Really drunk," Milo smirked; it was always entertaining being the only sober person at a party. He took a step back when Jack took another step forward and found himself stuck between a Jack and a hard place. Actually, make that two hard places. "Um. Where's Beth?"

"Went home," Jack finishes off the rest of his scotch and sat the plastic cup on a shelf without taking his eyes off of Milo. "I asked Adrian, you know."

"Where Beth was?" Milo asked confusedly.

"No," Jack chuckled darkly, leaning in to murmur next to Milo's ear. "If he minded."

Then Jack was pressing his hard body against Milo's, pushing Milo against the wall as he covered Milo's mouth with his. He groaned in the back of his throat when Milo's lips parted slightly and he stole the chance, sweeping his tongue inside the small gap, tasting sweet apple cider and what he thought tasted like pot, but it had been a while. His hips rolled against Milo's reflexively and Jack grinned when a small whimper escaped Milo's lips, pulling his sweet little crooked lip between his teeth, forcing himself to stop before they gathered an audience.

Milo made work of straightening his shirt and tie as Jack just stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking every bit the smug bastard.   "Well," he cleared his throat.  A very sexy, very smug bastard.  "I take it Adrian didn't mind, then?"

"Not at all," Jack grinned and Milo could see the tiny red veins already beginning to spider out around his pupils and wondered if Jack would even remember any of this in the morning he was so trashed.

"Actually, we're supposed to meet him in the guest room in ten minutes." Jack replied, patting Milo on the head as he walked off, singing "Happy New Year to me, Happy New Year to me..." as he poured himself another scotch.

Happy New Year indeed, Milo thought, and gave up trying to straighten his poor tie. It had a long night ahead of it from the way things sounded.