Jin blinks, dumbfounded, and his eyes dart from the hands on his chest, uncomfortably tender as they run over his skin, to the dazed, vacant look on the other man's face. Asher Millstone did not come here solely to drunkenly come onto him, did he? He isn't even--]
What.
[Nope. Never mind: Asher is still just wasted.
Once again, Jin pushes his hands away. That's it: he's been generous enough to keep him from falling flat on his face, he's not going to put up with him anymore. Chagrined, eyes dark with contempt, he begins to stalk in the opposite direction.]
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Jin blinks, dumbfounded, and his eyes dart from the hands on his chest, uncomfortably tender as they run over his skin, to the dazed, vacant look on the other man's face. Asher Millstone did not come here solely to drunkenly come onto him, did he? He isn't even--]
What.
[Nope. Never mind: Asher is still just wasted.
Once again, Jin pushes his hands away. That's it: he's been generous enough to keep him from falling flat on his face, he's not going to put up with him anymore. Chagrined, eyes dark with contempt, he begins to stalk in the opposite direction.]
Go back to your own room, Millstone.