on the tip of my tongue - Adrian/Milo - pg-13

[withimpunity]

Title: On the Tip of My Tongue
Pairing: RPS - Milo/Adrian
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: soy caramel machiatto frou frou drink -bigfiction
Words: 523
Disclaimer: Real people. No one owns them. Also? Hayden is just a figment of your imagination. There is no spoon.
A/n: Sorry. Supernatural has poisoned me with its angst. This may or may not make you go "ouch."

They're both a little predictable when it comes to the things they like. Milo likes muscle cars, tie clips, and dubbed foreign films. Adrian likes jazz, being behind the camera, and laughing. When they order coffee, its always the same: Grande Americano for Adrian, some caramel soy machiatto frou frou pansy thing for Milo. Every time they order, Milo rattles it off just as quickly as if it were his own name, MiloAnthonyVentimiglia, and Adrian mocks him, like Adrian does. Milo just smiles, adorably crooked mouth mocking Adrian in its own way, and tells Adrian to fuck off as he purses his lips and blows into the top of the lid, cooling the top layer of espresso.

Adrian remembers the first time they kissed. It was supposed to be passionate and hungry, or that's how he'd planned it, but instead when he'd pulled Milo close and sucked his tongue into his mouth he'd nearly gagged, laughing as he broke the kiss, washing the taste of soy milk down with his own, normal coffee.

"Vegan freak," he'd muttered, grinning around the rim of the paper cup while Milo gave him the finger.

"You get used to the taste," He'd said. "After a while."

In all the time Adrian had known Milo, the kid had been wrong about plenty of things; that had not been one of them. It hadn't taken Adrian long to get used to the taste of soy on his tongue, the desire to feel Milo's soft lips sliding against his own more powerful than his dislike of soy milk. Instead of concentrating on the thick, bitter flavor on Milo's tongue, he thought about the jolt it sent through his body when Milo pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, or how hard he got when Milo sucked his tongue into his mouth and pressed him against the wall of his trailer. Soon he didn't even taste the soy; soon all he could taste was Milo.

A month or two after they kissed, Milo had convinced Adrian to try a vegan diet. "Just for a week or two, see how you like it." He found it difficult at first, drinking straight soy rather than just tasting it in Milo's mouth, but after a while he got used to the taste. Just like Milo told him he would. Eventually, Milo had him trying soy cheese and veggie burgers and yes, even tofu. Then the day came. Sari, one of the new PA's, knocked on Adrian's trailer door. "Going on a coffee run guys, what would you like?"  Adrian had sighed and ordered two caramel soy machiattos, giving Milo his middle finger when he barked out a laugh.

Now when Adrian kissed Milo, he didn't taste caramel or soy or espresso, he tasted him. He swallowed Milo down, drank him up, savored every last drop like he'd never get another taste.

When Milo decided this wasn't good for his career, he left a gaping, aching hole inside of Adrian where his heart used to be and a jug of soy milk in Adrian's refrigerator. Adrian stopped ordering coffee; but everything tasted like Milo anyway.

Comments

[keldjinfae-moon.livejournal.com]

Gah! Cute, and then... HOLE! Soy milk angst! 'Tis heartbreakingly healthy. Healthily heartbreaking! And beautiful. And hot.

Damn/bless you, Mcgee!

Love,
Your Hot Pocket

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Heartbreakingly healthy LOL. Indeed. Adrian will never know true love again. But at least he won't have those terrible chemicals and anti-biotics in his body! XD

[eryslash.livejournal.com]

AW OH MY GOD. YOU. YOU. See, this makes me realize I missed your RPS more than I missed your Petrellis. I mean, I love the Petrellis, but ADRIAN AND MILO. THEY'RE JUST. Y'KNOW?

AND OH GOD. HERE. HERE THEY'RE FANTASTIC. And they're exactly how I see them, especially Milo, damn, damn.

Every time they order, Milo rattles it off just as quickly as if it were his own name, MiloAnthonyVentimiglia, and Adrian mocks him, like Adrian does. Milo just smiles, adorably crooked mouth mocking Adrian in its own way, and tells Adrian to fuck off as he purses his lips and blows into the top of the lid, cooling the top layer of espresso.

So perfect. So very perfect.

And then the hot, which is VERY hot. And then, AND THEN, OH GOD, THE PAIN. I actually had to bring my hands to my face and make strange noises for a while. It was something between the sound of someone having an orgasm or crying and sobbing. Yeah, I don't know how I did that either.
The last line. The last line. Oh, Adrian. Oh, Milo. Oh, oh, oh. *dead* *so dead* *so so so dead*

GUH. I LOVE YOU. NEVER STOP WITH THESE GUYS. EVER. *INCOHERENT*

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHH ERY I LOVE YOUUUUUU1!!11!!!!

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY TWO AM FICLETS.

Dude. I couldn't help it. I just saw these pics and it just HIT me: MILO IS GORGEOUS. ADRIAN LOVES MILO. Guh he is amazingly sexy as a fuck in those. The khaki. The tie clip. AN;DKJIOUJKLJ;J;;LL

Still kind of amazed I turned "soy machiatto" into angst, but I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT. I LOVE YOU. ♥