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Fic | Heroes RPS | Gone Sailing (Adrian/Milo PG)
Title: Gone Sailing
Fandom: Heroes RPF
Pairing: Adrian/Milo
Rating: PG
Words: 428
Comments: sparky77 linked me to two videos. One about Milo's ass and another about Adrian and sailing and this is the result.

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“You have it?” he asks when he opens his door. He blinks sleepily up at Adrian, wedged in his doorway wearing a hoodie and jeans, clearly not willing to set one foot outside unless Adrian does in fact, have it.

In answer, Adrian just holds up two still steaming thermoses. “One for now and one for later,” he tells him before shoving one foot between the gap in Milo’s doorway and kicking it open. “Get some shoes on and get your ass in the car.”

“All things considered Adrian, maybe you should lay off all this focus on my ass,” Milo shoots back before turning to toe on the shoes next to the door. “What was the point of that video by the way?”

“I like being popular on the internet” Adrian shrugs before tapping his watch. Milo just rolls his eyes and bends over to tie his shoe. “And here I’ve forgotten my camera, this is the sort of thing that’s going to get my channel to number one.”

“You do know you’re an actual celebrity in real life, don’t you?” Milo answers, pulling the laces tight on his shoes, non slip now, after that unfortunate incident the first time Adrian took him out onto his boat that resulted in Adrian having to ply him back onboard with soup.

“I’m an attention whore,” he answers, shrugging again before reaching out to tug on Milo’s arm. Milo stumbles, for just a second, but Adrian keeps him upright and just that quickly they’re pressed closely together. Adrian smells like coffee, soup and Natalie’s perfume and that’s his last thought before Adrian leans in to press a kiss to his mouth.

He holds onto Adrian’s shoulder, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss and Adrian gives in, tongue sweeping in briefly before he pulls away. “C’mon, it’s nearly light out.”

Milo trudges outside, blinking owlishly in the darkness that greets him, he’s used to early mornings, but it’s his day off and he’s not even getting a day of surfing out of it. Once he’s inside Adrian’s car he reaches out for the thermos of soup, holding it between his hands and slowly tipping it up towards his mouth to sip it slowly.

Adrian pulls out of his driveway and then tries to pretend he isn’t over braking at stop signs and stoplights just to make him spill soup in his lap. Milo doesn’t believe it and after giving Adrian a dead leg and a wet willie, Adrian fucking quits it and they keep on their way to the pier.
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