Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own these characters, but neither do you.
(unless you're the show creators, in which case... BRING THE SHOW BACK! PLEEEASE!)
Denial was a funny thing.
It had been a couple days since Milt had told him he was Russ's secret admirer. Of course, Russ still refused to acknowledge anything. He realized it was childish, but he'd spent so long being adamant towards hating Milt. It was so hard to believe the guy was interested in him. Or, well, that he was interested in Milt. He didn't want to look deeper into how he felt about it. Yet, at least... He could mull over it later. Drink a beer, or two, or five- and then, then he could mull over it. Right now, he was getting out.
It had taken a while, but finally, Russ had the saw. Sawing, sawing, sawing away, he went faster, peeking up at the door every so often to make sure he wasn't caught. Faster, faster, he sawed, a small relieved bite of laughter jumping from his mouth when the chain finally snapped.
Freedom.
But of course, like most of his happiness, it was short lived. He heard the familiar footsteps overhead, meaning Ford was coming down again. He pulled himself free of the chain and hurried for the corner of the basement, grabbing up a bat from the floor and getting ready. He'd get himself out of here. He'd smack Ford in the back of the head, get out himself, and drag that man right up to Milt. Like a prize. A declared, "I don't need your help." once and for all. The door opened, and he waited. the first few steps down, one... two... three...
"Hey!"
He'd almost broken the bat over Milt's head. Maybe he should have actually hit him, gotten back for the teasing and sort of knock him back a peg. But seeing Milt was like a weight slipping right off his shoulders. Happiness flooded over him in an a wave, a strangled noise of relief jumping out from his throat as he lowered his arms. Dropping the bat, he rushed forward, slumping his shoulders and letting Milt cradle him in a much needed hug. He buried his face in his shoulder, breathing in that familiar, annoying smell. He laughed a little and nuzzled in a little closer. He didn't bother to pull away when the S.W.A.T. team finally made their way down the stairs to join them. He didn't need to act tough right now. Milt could have this victory.
They caught finally Ford at his niece's wedding, preforming a pointless futile gesture out of love for his deceased brother. Russ, maybe feeling generous, maybe feeling strangely thankful for Ford's advice, decided to Ford walk her down the isle. He had to start making a few character changes anyway. This could be a start. Trailing along behind them, handcuffed to Ford's other arm, Russ tried to ignore Milt's snickering.
Once they were outside, watching Ford happily comply to being tucked into the back of a squad car, Russ finally spoke. "I kind of thought I was gonna die."
Milt was quiet for a moment, keeping his gaze trained on the squad car as it started to pull away, "I did too."
"Guz said you bit her head off."
"I did."
"Jacocks said you also said some pretty embarrassing shit."
"I did."
Russ nodded slowly taking his eyes off the procedurally dwindling crowd of police. He glanced quickly out the corner of his eye, Milt was still watching the cars leave. "You really are him?"
Milt scoffed, turning his whole body towards Russ this time, giving him a sad little half smile, "I really am, Russ."
Russ nodded, "And you're not playing a joke on me?"
"I'm not playing."
There was a little lump caught in Russ' throat. He swallowed it down, but he still was left feeling a little parched. That answer had sounded more serious than intended. He cleared his throat and nodded, "It might take me a little while. I'm not used to this. But..." he sighed, lifting his head up a little, trying to look more self confident than he felt, "You can take me on a date or something."
I was comforting to see Milt's replying smile, grateful, happy and bright. Russ huffed, smirking a little, "But don't get too excited. I'm not wearing a dress."
Milt chuckled, grinning, "Awe, no poodles dress?"
"No poodle dress."
Their first date had gone well. Milt took him to a casual place, they talked and laughed, Milt paid for their food and had walked him to his door at the end of the night. He hadn't let him in, but he'd given him a quick kiss, just to see if he could do it. He'd found it harder to pull away than planned.
Their second date was even better. Russ still thought it felt a little silly to be taken out on dates like a teenager, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy kicking Milt's ass on a bowling alley. He'd held Milt's hand walking back to the car that night.
Work started noticing their comfortable behavior around one another by that point and their co-workers started being nosy. Milt finally took pity on them, revealing that he was in fact, Russ' secret admirer and that they were dating. Some people smirked, some people booed and paid their betting debts. Jacocks looked giddy more than anything. She was the first to cheerily congratulate them with hugs. Apparently she'd had an inkling. She also offered to buy them coffee and doughnuts the next morning with her small stack of winnings.
The third date was a movie. Milt had wanted to see the chick flick instead of the action film, and since he'd been paying for everything, Russ thought it was only fair to see the one he wanted. He liked it more than he thought. The man had driven for two days to find the leading lady and saved her from a marriage she didn't want. Their kiss was spectacular, and Russ was a little jealous to not have that. His face went red when he realized he could. There was a willing participant sitting right next to him. Milt may have been having similar thoughts, he gently bumped his fingers against Russ' over the seat's arm, a little smile on his face.
Russ had leaned over to kiss him, and Milt let him.
They kissed all the way through the sex scene, and maybe it was the sensual music and moaning in the background, or the way Milt's breathing seemed just a little bit labored when they finally pulled apart, but Russ was a little horny. He decided to turn back to the screen though, feeling devious. He waited until Milt stopped trying to kiss him and resigned himself to watching the movie again before making his move. He dropped his hand casually into Milt's lap, smirking in silent victory when Milt went stiff.
In both senses apparently. Russ was happy to see he wasn't the only one hot and bothered. He let his fingers graze lightly over it, tuning his ear to catch the sharp intake of breath Milt sucked in through his nose. He took his hand back and pulled his drink from the cup holder on it's way up, smirking around his straw when Milt looked over at him.
"I liked that movie more than I expected to." Russ smiled, letting Milt hold his hand as they walked to his front door.
"I'm glad."
Russ felt a little guilty about his teasing in the theater, but it had been fun to get the upper hand on Milt for once. Great in fact. Maybe if he couldn't manage it while working, he could be the one winning when it came to sex. He grinned and turned to give Milt a goodnight kiss. It was short and sweet, just like most nights, but when Russ went to pull away, Milt tugged him back in, kissing harder than before, their dropping Russ' hand and holding him at his hips.
It wasn't what Russ was expecting, but he went with it, resting his hands on Milt's forearms and letting himself get swept away in Milt's passionate kiss. He surprised himself with a wanting groan when Milt's hands drifted down his hips, cupping his ass and giving a firm squeeze. This was new. Russ wasn't complaining though. He let his fingers card through Milt's annoyingly perfect hair, tugging just a little, hoping to regain that upper hand again and get a good reaction out of Milt for it. It wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for, but Russ settled for Milt humming contently and pulling Russ closer by the hands on his cheeks. The movement pressed their groins together, startling Russ. He refused to acknowledge the little yelp that jumped from him when Milt rolled his hips forward ever so slightly.
When Milt finally tore himself away, he was grinning. His pupils were blown, glancing between Russ' eyes and his mouth. He looked like he was going to kiss Russ again, leaning back in just a fraction of an inch, but when Russ went to follow suit, Milt retreated completely. "Goodnight Russ." he muttered, drawing back with a smile and heading for his car, leaving Russ standing on his porch, flustered and hard.
Damn it. Milt won with everything.