RPS: In the Back Room - Adrian/Milo ft Quinto, Levi, and Miss Bell

[withimpunity]

Title: In the Back Room
Pairing: Adrian/Milo ft Zachary Quinto, Zachary Levi, Miss Bell, and Natalie Maines
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Adrian Pasdar and Milo Ventimiglia belong to no one, except maybe each other. This is written for purely entertainment purposes and I apologize in advance for my lack of moral fiber.
Warning: This is RPS - Real Person Slash. If that gives you the wiggins, then I suggest you slowly back away from the lj-cut. Also there might be a little bit of drug use. We're all agreed Quinto's a stoner, right? xD
Summary: Milo doesn't like it when she comes along.
P.S. I don't usually Nat bash, I actually kind of dig her. This was a prompt, so I went with it. Just sayin.'

Natalie opened her mouth and threw her head back, deep red lipstick a stark contrast to her unnaturally white teeth, laughing at yet another one of Greg Grunberg's jokes. Adrian raised the glass of wine in his hand to his lips again, his eyes finding Milo's across the room, raising his eyebrows in a sort of greeting. Milo tilted his head, nodding slightly, and forced his eyes to focus on the painting opposite of him, the people crowded around Hayden, the buffet table - anything except Adrian and his wife and the fucking fabulous time they were having.

"Having fun yet?" Jack asked from behind. Milo turned and offered Jack a brief, half smile, leaning in for a friendly pat on the back before someone else grabbed Jack's arm, directing him back into the crowd. He flashed Milo an apologetic smile before disappearing again into a crowd of Armani and Valentino.

After scanning the room for anyone else he might recognize, Milo's eyes drifted back over to Adrian's table unconsciously, this time finding it surprisingly empty.

"Looking for me?" Adrian's breath tickled the baby-fine hairs on the back of Milo's neck as he pressed his hand to the small of Milo's back.

"No," Milo lied, turning to face him. "Where's Natalie?"

"Little girls room," Adrian said, setting his wine glass on top of a server's tray as he walked by. "Having fun?"

"Loads," Milo replied, being intentionally short with him, opting to look past Adrian's shoulder rather than directly at him.

"Hey," Adrian said, his hand moving from Milo's back to his elbow, pulling him the slightest bit forward. "What's wrong, Mi?"

"Nothing," Milo lied again.

Fortunately for Milo, he was an actor and could manage to keep a blank expression while he lied through his teeth; his poker face, Adrian liked to call it. Unfortunately, Adrian was also an actor and could always tell when Milo was pulling "actor face." Not to mention the fact that Adrian was Adrian and he just always knew somehow when Milo wasn't being truthful, acting or not.

Adrian arched his right eyebrow at him in reply. You're a horrible liar.

The corner of Milo's mouth twitched briefly. Go to hell and take her with you.

"Don't Milo," Adrian lowered his voice as he leaned in.

Milo fought back the urge to hit Adrian in the face, stuffing his hand into his pocket instead. "Don't what?" He asked, his lips curling into a crooked smirk as he angled his body closer to Adrian's.

"Milo," Adrian warned, fingers curling tightly around the joint of his elbow. "Natalie."

"Will run into sixteen people between here and the bathroom." Milo continued as his knee grazed Adrian's.

"Is coming around the corner right now."

Milo's posture instantly morphed back into something more friendly and less seductive as Adrian's wife approached.

"Hey Milo!" She greeted him with a warm smile and a hug. "I think somebody back there was looking for you."

"Probably," Milo offered her a brief smile, then looked back at Adrian. "See you around Adrian. I think I'll just go find Zach."

Milo did not miss the disapproving look that flashed across Adrian's face before he turned around and walked to the back room where he knew he would find Zach, and with Zach, something to help him calm down.

***

As luck would have it, Zachary Quinto was exactly where he always ended up about an hour into these events; on a couch in an empty back room, surrounded by a cloud of smoke. There were a few people in the room that Milo didn't recognize, and Zachary Levi (who they affectionately referred to as Levi to reduce the percentage of confusion and mix-ups) and Kristen were sitting on the couch with him.

"Milo," Zach grinned lazily as he looked up from the couch at Milo standing over him. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Milo lied again, an art he was apparently attempting to perfect tonight. "You gonna share or what?"

"Gettup Levi," Kristen ordered, nearly pushing him off the edge of the couch. "Let Milo sit with us."

"Fine, fine," Levi muttered. "I've got to make an appearance out there anyway. Its a charity this time, right?" He asked, looking at Zach, who only shrugged his shoulders as he took another hit. Levi shrugged back in response and stood up, attempting to straighten his tie for the hundreds of pictures that were about to be snapped of him. Milo wanted to tell him that his tie being askew should be the last of his worries, but he didn't have the heart.

"Have a seat Milo," Zach smiled, patting the warm leather next to him where Levi had been sitting. "It's really good tonight."

"Good," Milo replied as he took the joint Zach was offering between his fingers. "That's good."

***

Adrian and Natalie were intently listening to Tim Kring talk to them about the upcoming season and the new cast members they were getting when Adrian spotted Levi returning from the back. His messy hair was normal as was the disarray of his tie; the redness in his eyes, however, not so much. Quickly, Adrian excused himself from Natalie and Tim and took longer strides than he normally would have taken to get across the room to where Levi was standing at the buffet table.

"Hungry, Zach?" Adrian asked as Levi piled his plate high with cheese cubes and mocha truffles. Startled, Levi turned to look at him and confirmed Adrian's suspicions. The scent of weed was rolling off of him in thick, pungent waves, nearly knocking Adrian back a step or two.

"Where's Quinto?" He asked, cocking one eyebrow in a way he knew made him look older and authoritative, and hopefully intimidating.

Zach put a handful of cheese into his mouth and raised his arm, pointing to the back. That was all Adrian needed to know.

***

"Zachary Quinto I love you," Kristen hummed as she laid her head in Zach's lap and sighed happily.

Zachary chuckled lightly as whitish smoke billowed out from between his lips. "You just love me for my good, good drugs, Missy Bell," he smiled. "What about you, Milo? Do you love me too?"

Milo smiled lazily, irritated at the effort it took for him to simply raise his arm and steal the joint from between Zach's fingertips again. Everything was better now; softer, blurrier, easier to cope with. It wasn't harsh, bright lights and loud, jumbled conversations floating through the room at him. It wasn't freakishly white teeth and big mouths and red, red lips (the way Adrian's looked after he'd kissed him for hours) and too loud laughing. No, this was much nicer.

"You want more, Milo?" Zach interrupted his thoughts and Milo realized he still hadn't moved his arm.

"Yeah," The word left his mouth like a breathy sigh. "Just...don't want to move."

He could feel Zach's body shake against his as he laughed. "I've got an idea." Milo looked up at him through thick, dark lashes and watched as Zach hollowed his cheeks and inhaled long and deep. He was vaguely aware of Zach's hand slipping behind his neck, his long fingers curling right underneath his hairline (following the path Adrian's had been so many times before), and pulling his face closer.

"Ooh," Kristen murmured from Zach's lap as she turned her head and looked up. "Shotgun, Milo. It's fun."

What the hell, Milo thought, closing his eyes as his lips made contact with Zach's.

***

Adrian pushed the door open just in time to catch Quinto with his tongue in Milo's mouth. Or, at least, that was what it looked like at first. He didn't really take the time to work it all out before walking over and yanking Milo's one hundred and sixty pound self off the couch.

"Oh hey Adrian," Zach smiled up at him, oblivious to the scathing look Adrian was giving him. "How's the party?"

Adrian ignored Zach and pulled Milo by the arm over to an unoccupied corner. "I'm not hitting him because he's higher than a hippie in a helicopter, but I want to."

At this, Milo grinned. "You do?"

"Yes," Adrian gritted out, pushing Milo against the wall, hands fisted tightly around the ring of Milo's white v-neck as he pushed his tongue into his mouth and kissed him, tasting Doritos, Pepsi, weed, and Milo.

"What were you doing?" He pulled away and demanded, leaving Milo breathless and looking very confused..

"I thought we were kissing," Milo said, grinning as he slipped his arm around Adrian's waist and tried to pull him closer to him, but Adrian wasn't budging.

"I'm serious," Adrian said, giving him The Face. "Why did you do this?"

Milo shrugged and leaned into Adrian's frame. "Its not any fun going to these things without you."

"So you came to make out with Zach?"

"No," Milo sighed. "Zach gets the best weed. I just wanted to relax, okay?"

"Explain to me then, why his tongue was in your mouth?"

"Are you jealous?" Milo grinned crookedly, purposely leaving the information that Zach did not have his tongue inside his mouth, that they were just shotgunning, out of the conversation.

Adrian sighed, realization washing over her face. "That's why you did this."

Then his fingers were sliding through Milo's hair and his other hand was on Milo's hip, pushing him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together as he claimed Milo's mouth again in a hot, needy, possessive kiss.

The haze of Milo's high melted away and was replaced by a completely different kind of high as he returned Adrian's hungry kisses and eager touches. His fingers curled around Adrian's hips, tugging him forward, kissing him hard enough he could feel his mouth bruise, and still it wasn't enough.

Adrian caught Milo's hands as they began to work open the buttons on his shirt. He pulled away from Milo's mouth, panting like a teenager on his first date, still holding him close.

"I want, god do I want to Milo, but-"

"You can't," Milo finished the sentence for him. After all, how many times had he heard it before? "I know."

"Milo, please-"

"It's okay," Milo shrugged away from his touch, glaring past Adrian's shoulder. "Go be with your wife."

Adrian made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat and shoved Milo hard, making his head thud against the wall upon contact. Crushing Milo's face between his large hands, Adrian released his bottled up feelings into one angry, hungry, passionate kiss that left Milo's knees threatening to give out.

"I'm going," He said, putting a hand on Milo's shoulder to steady himself as he stared into Milo's bloodshot eyes. "Call me later. You're going to get drunk and need someone to come get you."

"Go be with her," Milo said, though this time it lacked the usual tones of jealous rage.

"I am," Adrian replied, slipping his hand around Milo's waist as he leaned in and whispered next to his ear. "Because tonight I'm going to be with you."

Comments

[eryslash.livejournal.com]

Adrian Pasdar and Milo Ventimiglia belong to no one, except maybe each other

AH! Totally.

Oh, mhhhh, possessive!Milo. It's frying my brain I like it.

"Zachary Quinto I love you," Kristen hummed as she laid her head in Zach's lap and sighed happily.

Zachary chuckled lightly as whitish smoke billowed out from between his lips. "You just love me for my good, good drugs, Missy Bell," he smiled. "What about you, Milo? Do you love me too?"

LOL. Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard xD I can just picture stoned!Kristen and stoned!Zach like you wrote them. They're perfect.

"I'm not hitting him because he's higher than a hippie in a helicopter, but I want to."

Again, I love your funny dialogue. Just, lol.

And then god, the hot. Mhmmm. You write hot scenes well too, did I mention that? Because yeah, you do. Yum.

The ENDING! OH MY GOD I LOVE IT. So sexy and wonderful and...and guh. Just, guh.
I needed this, you read my mind or something? Because I just read this interview and god if that makes me want to read RPS and never, ever stop.

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Mmm, very nice. Loved Milo being jealous even though he didn't want to be. Loved Adrian going to find him and then getting angry when he sees Milo and Zach. The ending was perfect.

[bigfiction.livejournal.com]

I don't usually Nat bash, I actually kind of dig her. This was a prompt, so I went with it. Just sayin.'

I Think she's kind of awesome...but if hating her leads to this...*hates*