Opening Night 7.3
Title: Opening Night
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 33 Voice
Word Count: 1639
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Opening night for Robert’s new play, and there is a surprise out in the audience.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
from me 2 u
Backstage was filled with buzzing excitement. After two weeks of strenuous rehearsals and late nights, it was finally opening night! Robert was rocking back and forth on his feet, bouncing a little to keep himself loose and his nerves at bay. After he had signed up for House, he had never thought he would be able to make it back to the stage until his contract ran out. Oh, how he had missed it! He peeked out at the seats to see them rapidly filling. With a glance at his watch, he hurried to the dressing rooms for the finishing touches before curtain.
Robert gave Tessa a quick peck to the cheek as he left wardrobe and went to take his place behind the wings with his costars. After several deep breaths and thumbs up all around, they strolled out onto the stage as the curtain lifted. And the show was on.
Everyone was relaxing into their characters enough to joke about as they waited for their scenes, their chance in the spotlight. Robert had just finished a rather dramatic scene and was standing center stage, back to the leading lady and facing the audience. The curtain started to lower on the sad still scene and Robert glanced out at the audience. He wasn’t really focussing on anyone, looking at everyone yet no one, when a glimpse of curly hair caught his attention. He didn’t have more than a second’s glance before the curtain obstructed his view, but he would recognize that face anywhere. He stood frozen in place for a moment until he was dragged to the wings so the next scene could be set up.
As Robert waited for his turn out on stage again, he went through his scenes in his mind, trying to find when would be best to turn for a glimpse of the audience. He was still pondering when Jenny, one of the lighting crew, passed by. “I know that look,” she said. “Special someone decide to turn up?”
Robert almost said yes, but caught himself at the last moment. “Good friend of mine. Haven’t seen him in a long time.”
Jenny smiled. “Just remember: No waving.” And with a wink she was gone.
Although he was a professional, he was glad of the reminder. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he had completely forgotten himself and waved at Alan.
During the remaining hour of the play, Robert was only able to sneak one small look to confirm that it was, indeed, Alan. And the hour dragged. He could barely contain himself as the curtain was lowered for the last time and they were called out to bow for their performances. He stayed backstage for a few minutes to congratulate everyone before going out in search of Alan.
As Robert made his way through the thinning crowd, he had to keep pausing as people came up to talk to him. He didn’t want to be rude and ignore them, yet that was exactly what he wanted to do. He spotted Alan off against the far wall, arms crossed and scanning the crowd: Robert-hunting, no doubt. Robert waved an arm to get his attention as once again he was detoured.
Alan, with good timing as usual, swooped in for the rescue. “Robert!” he called as he approached. “I’ve been looking for you! Do excuse us,” he apologized, flashing a grin and yanking Robert away, out from the crowd.
“Alan, what are you doing here?” Robert blinked in disbelief, still not sure whether to trust his eyes or not.
“Too many people,” Alan replied, looking around. “Dressing room?”
Robert nodded and led Alan backstage. He paused a few times to be social to the crew, really not wanting him to last be seen practically running to his dressing room and locking himself in with another man.
Once the two were alone, Alan shut the door behind them, then turned, eyes burning into Robert’s. “I’ve missed your voice, your lips…”
“Wh--” was all Robert could get out before there were lips against his and a tongue in his mouth, making talking impossible. Not that he would rather talk. He brought a hand up to Alan’s neck and fingered strands of curls as his other hand pulled Alan’s body flush against him, wrapping the hand around Alan’s waist and fisting his shirt.
Alan kept his hands busy as well, traveling up Robert’s back, then back down over his ass as his tongue enthusiastically reacquainted itself with Robert’s. Only when he rubbed up against Robert did he realize how hard they were both getting. Robert seemed to realize that as well and pushed him back slightly. “At least let me help you get dressed,” he mumbled against Robert’s lips after leaning forward again.
“Promise to behave?”
“Of course not.” He didn’t wait to see if there would be any protests, just took a step back and went to work on the buttons of the shirt.
Robert stood still, trying to keep his breathing under control as he watched Alan's fingers nimbly pop open the buttons one after another, stooping down slightly to get at the lower ones. Robert carded his hand through Alan's hair and held on to the back of his neck, leaning forward to nestle his face into Alan's hair.
Alan's fingers trembled slightly as he neared the last button. He lowered himself to his knees and planted a kiss against Robert’s stomach where the undershirt had rode up, happy to finally be able to have his nightly fantasies brought to life. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks. Robert’s hands moved to his shoulders and he felt a small tremor as he started to slip the pants down below hips, past thighs, knees, and ankles. He heard his name, barely a whisper, and ignored it, choosing instead to ghost a kiss against the bulge in Robert’s boxers before standing.
Robert’s clothes were folded and waiting on a nearby chair and Alan turned to go grab them when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. A hand was wrapping around him and lips were against his before he knew it. He felt his hand, still in Robert’s grip, being moved down between them, lowered until it was mere centimeters from Robert’s groin.
Alan looked up into Robert’s eyes as he moved his fingers the final distance to the boxers and the erection that was just beyond. He enjoyed seeing Robert close his eyes and lean back his head exposing his neck and inviting a kiss or two or three. Alan worked his fingers in between the placket of the boxers and they both hissed as he made contact. Resting his head on Robert's shoulder they both stood still, relaxing their bodies and closing their eyes, close enough to feel, if not hear, each other’s racing hearts. If only time could stop, then they would have both been content to just drag this out, but that would happen later, back at the flat, in bed. Slowly Alan moved his thumb over the head in a soft caress, then ran his fingers down towards the root.
Robert clawed his fingers into Alan's neck, wishing that speed wasn’t of the essence. He wrapped one leg around Alan's, pulling him in as close as the hand around him would allow, and felt Alan speed up. Robert nipped at Alan's lower lip, and felt him pull back. “Come on, Love,” Alan whispered into his ear. This took Robert back to Las Vegas eleven months ago, when his whole life had changed. The whole thing was overwhelming to think about, so he became lost in the sensation of Alan’s strokes, faster and faster. Robert leaned forward, pressing his lips to Alan's ear. He wanted to tell Alan what he needed to hear, but the words failed him once again, stopping and catching in his throat. Instead he grasped the lobe in his teeth and grazed it before burying his head in the crook of Alan's neck, his orgasm finally coming fast and hard.
He was still panting while Alan manhandled him into a chair and went in search for some tissues. Robert let Alan clean him up, then tried to reach out in an attempt at returning the favor.
Alan swatted back his hands. “I expect plenty of heavy petting later tonight,” he said with a wink, then picked up Robert's jeans and helped him finish getting dressed.
Robert finally took a deep breath and levered himself to his feet. He enveloped Alan in a lose hug and gave him a gentle kiss. "I need to go to this after party thing, at least put in an appearance. Then we can go home."
Alan liked hearing the home part, but he already felt at home just being in this small room with the person who makes his heart beat the strongest. “I’ll meet you there. Don’t want to get in the way.”
Robert pulled Alan back for another kiss, not wanting to leave without him.
Alan licked his lips, amused as Robert mimicked the motion. “Go on, Love.”
Robert backed towards the door, afraid that if he let Alan from his sights, the man would vanish. He paused, hand on the handle, willing himself to turn it. He felt a hand rubbing across his shoulder, then down his arm to force his hand to turn. “See you soon,” was whispered into his ear, then the door was open and he was shoved out before he could react. Robert glanced at the closed door and shook his head. Then wandered off to mingle. He didn’t have to worry about plastering a fake smile on his face to meet all the well-wishers: Alan had done a fine job creating a genuine smile that nothing would be able to diminish.
07.04 Waiting for Robert
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 33 Voice
Word Count: 1639
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Opening night for Robert’s new play, and there is a surprise out in the audience.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
from me 2 u
Backstage was filled with buzzing excitement. After two weeks of strenuous rehearsals and late nights, it was finally opening night! Robert was rocking back and forth on his feet, bouncing a little to keep himself loose and his nerves at bay. After he had signed up for House, he had never thought he would be able to make it back to the stage until his contract ran out. Oh, how he had missed it! He peeked out at the seats to see them rapidly filling. With a glance at his watch, he hurried to the dressing rooms for the finishing touches before curtain.
Robert gave Tessa a quick peck to the cheek as he left wardrobe and went to take his place behind the wings with his costars. After several deep breaths and thumbs up all around, they strolled out onto the stage as the curtain lifted. And the show was on.
Everyone was relaxing into their characters enough to joke about as they waited for their scenes, their chance in the spotlight. Robert had just finished a rather dramatic scene and was standing center stage, back to the leading lady and facing the audience. The curtain started to lower on the sad still scene and Robert glanced out at the audience. He wasn’t really focussing on anyone, looking at everyone yet no one, when a glimpse of curly hair caught his attention. He didn’t have more than a second’s glance before the curtain obstructed his view, but he would recognize that face anywhere. He stood frozen in place for a moment until he was dragged to the wings so the next scene could be set up.
As Robert waited for his turn out on stage again, he went through his scenes in his mind, trying to find when would be best to turn for a glimpse of the audience. He was still pondering when Jenny, one of the lighting crew, passed by. “I know that look,” she said. “Special someone decide to turn up?”
Robert almost said yes, but caught himself at the last moment. “Good friend of mine. Haven’t seen him in a long time.”
Jenny smiled. “Just remember: No waving.” And with a wink she was gone.
Although he was a professional, he was glad of the reminder. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he had completely forgotten himself and waved at Alan.
During the remaining hour of the play, Robert was only able to sneak one small look to confirm that it was, indeed, Alan. And the hour dragged. He could barely contain himself as the curtain was lowered for the last time and they were called out to bow for their performances. He stayed backstage for a few minutes to congratulate everyone before going out in search of Alan.
As Robert made his way through the thinning crowd, he had to keep pausing as people came up to talk to him. He didn’t want to be rude and ignore them, yet that was exactly what he wanted to do. He spotted Alan off against the far wall, arms crossed and scanning the crowd: Robert-hunting, no doubt. Robert waved an arm to get his attention as once again he was detoured.
Alan, with good timing as usual, swooped in for the rescue. “Robert!” he called as he approached. “I’ve been looking for you! Do excuse us,” he apologized, flashing a grin and yanking Robert away, out from the crowd.
“Alan, what are you doing here?” Robert blinked in disbelief, still not sure whether to trust his eyes or not.
“Too many people,” Alan replied, looking around. “Dressing room?”
Robert nodded and led Alan backstage. He paused a few times to be social to the crew, really not wanting him to last be seen practically running to his dressing room and locking himself in with another man.
Once the two were alone, Alan shut the door behind them, then turned, eyes burning into Robert’s. “I’ve missed your voice, your lips…”
“Wh--” was all Robert could get out before there were lips against his and a tongue in his mouth, making talking impossible. Not that he would rather talk. He brought a hand up to Alan’s neck and fingered strands of curls as his other hand pulled Alan’s body flush against him, wrapping the hand around Alan’s waist and fisting his shirt.
Alan kept his hands busy as well, traveling up Robert’s back, then back down over his ass as his tongue enthusiastically reacquainted itself with Robert’s. Only when he rubbed up against Robert did he realize how hard they were both getting. Robert seemed to realize that as well and pushed him back slightly. “At least let me help you get dressed,” he mumbled against Robert’s lips after leaning forward again.
“Promise to behave?”
“Of course not.” He didn’t wait to see if there would be any protests, just took a step back and went to work on the buttons of the shirt.
Robert stood still, trying to keep his breathing under control as he watched Alan's fingers nimbly pop open the buttons one after another, stooping down slightly to get at the lower ones. Robert carded his hand through Alan's hair and held on to the back of his neck, leaning forward to nestle his face into Alan's hair.
Alan's fingers trembled slightly as he neared the last button. He lowered himself to his knees and planted a kiss against Robert’s stomach where the undershirt had rode up, happy to finally be able to have his nightly fantasies brought to life. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks. Robert’s hands moved to his shoulders and he felt a small tremor as he started to slip the pants down below hips, past thighs, knees, and ankles. He heard his name, barely a whisper, and ignored it, choosing instead to ghost a kiss against the bulge in Robert’s boxers before standing.
Robert’s clothes were folded and waiting on a nearby chair and Alan turned to go grab them when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. A hand was wrapping around him and lips were against his before he knew it. He felt his hand, still in Robert’s grip, being moved down between them, lowered until it was mere centimeters from Robert’s groin.
Alan looked up into Robert’s eyes as he moved his fingers the final distance to the boxers and the erection that was just beyond. He enjoyed seeing Robert close his eyes and lean back his head exposing his neck and inviting a kiss or two or three. Alan worked his fingers in between the placket of the boxers and they both hissed as he made contact. Resting his head on Robert's shoulder they both stood still, relaxing their bodies and closing their eyes, close enough to feel, if not hear, each other’s racing hearts. If only time could stop, then they would have both been content to just drag this out, but that would happen later, back at the flat, in bed. Slowly Alan moved his thumb over the head in a soft caress, then ran his fingers down towards the root.
Robert clawed his fingers into Alan's neck, wishing that speed wasn’t of the essence. He wrapped one leg around Alan's, pulling him in as close as the hand around him would allow, and felt Alan speed up. Robert nipped at Alan's lower lip, and felt him pull back. “Come on, Love,” Alan whispered into his ear. This took Robert back to Las Vegas eleven months ago, when his whole life had changed. The whole thing was overwhelming to think about, so he became lost in the sensation of Alan’s strokes, faster and faster. Robert leaned forward, pressing his lips to Alan's ear. He wanted to tell Alan what he needed to hear, but the words failed him once again, stopping and catching in his throat. Instead he grasped the lobe in his teeth and grazed it before burying his head in the crook of Alan's neck, his orgasm finally coming fast and hard.
He was still panting while Alan manhandled him into a chair and went in search for some tissues. Robert let Alan clean him up, then tried to reach out in an attempt at returning the favor.
Alan swatted back his hands. “I expect plenty of heavy petting later tonight,” he said with a wink, then picked up Robert's jeans and helped him finish getting dressed.
Robert finally took a deep breath and levered himself to his feet. He enveloped Alan in a lose hug and gave him a gentle kiss. "I need to go to this after party thing, at least put in an appearance. Then we can go home."
Alan liked hearing the home part, but he already felt at home just being in this small room with the person who makes his heart beat the strongest. “I’ll meet you there. Don’t want to get in the way.”
Robert pulled Alan back for another kiss, not wanting to leave without him.
Alan licked his lips, amused as Robert mimicked the motion. “Go on, Love.”
Robert backed towards the door, afraid that if he let Alan from his sights, the man would vanish. He paused, hand on the handle, willing himself to turn it. He felt a hand rubbing across his shoulder, then down his arm to force his hand to turn. “See you soon,” was whispered into his ear, then the door was open and he was shoved out before he could react. Robert glanced at the closed door and shook his head. Then wandered off to mingle. He didn’t have to worry about plastering a fake smile on his face to meet all the well-wishers: Alan had done a fine job creating a genuine smile that nothing would be able to diminish.
07.04 Waiting for Robert