Mac and Cheese 10.4
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Title: Mac and Cheese
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 29 Thunder
Word Count: 1867
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert and Alan brave a storm as Robert relates a childhood memory.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Baby Light My Fire
Robert had excused himself after dinner, wandering off for a bit of time by himself. That was over a half hour ago. So Alan put down his book and went off to find his boyfriend. He was a little concerned when an inside search turned up no results. He put on his jacket, zipping it up as far as it would go: The weather had been getting steadily worse all day. Luckily, when he went outside, he didn’t have to look far.
Alan found Robert standing at the edge of the porch, leaning up against one of the support posts. He had his glasses hanging loosely in his hand, eyes closed against the strong bitting winds. Alan was about to say something, but it was Robert who spoke first.
“I don’t know why I like them so much. Maybe it has something to do with how insignificant one feels in the face of Mother Nature.”
Alan walked up and wrapped his arms around Robert, pulling him tightly against his chest, dropping a kiss to the back of his ear and smiling when Robert leaned into the warm embrace. “You can feel the energy in the air.”
Robert agreed with a nod and replaced his glasses. He gently broke Alan’s hold by stepping forward, then took Alan’s hand and led him away from the safety of the porch and into the woods. He pulled Alan along, looking back when he felt Alan stumble to make sure he was fine. He turned back, laughing into the wind.
Alan was jealous of the wind, but it warmed his heart to see Robert so happy and practically glowing with joy.
The wind wasn’t as strong in the woods, the trees blocking the worst of the storm from them. Robert stopped in the middle of a clearing and finally released Alan’s hand. Stretching out his arms, he looked up in a grateful stance to the patches of sky that could be seen through the treetops, smiling at the darkening sky. “I’ve missed this,” he said to no one in particular.
Alan walked up in front of Robert, lifting his hand and stroking his cheek. The chill on his skin made him shiver. “Missed what?”
Robert looked Alan in the eye and smiled. “Weather.” He brought a hand down and threaded his fingers with Alan’s. “LA has sun, sun, an overcast day followed by a morning sprinkling, and then more sun. I miss the East Coast and real weather.” Robert smiled into the wind, his eyes once again returning to the sky.
Alan chuckled. He was not used to such emotional responses from Robert. Moving behind him, he pressed his lips to Robert’s neck and wrapped him in a tight embrace. “It is beautiful out here, in the woods, but I can think of better ways to watch the weather rather then standing out here freezing. He pressed his cold lips to Robert’s neck, letting them slide down to the spot under his collar.
Robert reached back to muss Alan’s hair in a teasing manner, then tilted his head to rest against Alan’s.. “Look at the sky. When I was little, my parents would take my brother and I on these day trips, out somewhere - it could be west, south or north.” He paused and turned around in Alan’s hold so that he could better look into his eyes. “We would all stuff ourselves in Mom’s Station Wagon with Buddy, our dog, in the back and head out on these adventures.”
Alan returned the look, carding a hand through Robert’s hair and dragging the hand down his arm, stopping at his fingers and taking the cold digits in his.
“This one autumn day, I think I was 9 or 10. It was beautiful, the leaves on the trees had turned and had started to fall, leaving the trees naked. We played eye spy as we drove through Connecticut. My uncle Robert…”
“You family seems to have a thing for the name Robert.”
“I know...and it’s a mom thing, believe it or not.” He leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss to Alan’s lips. “We were about an hour from a small cabin, and by now Sean and I were fighting about everything. He was on my side of the car, so I poked him. Back and forth, on and on. Our parents had finally had had enough, and as my dad started to yell at us to keep it down, BOOOM.” Robert’s story was echoed by a large clap of thunder. He looked startled and waited a few moments until the sky was illuminated by a large flash of light, then started to count under his breath, “One…Two…Three...” Another loud rumble sounded, cutting him off. He carded his free hand through Alan’s hair and picked up the story. “We had a flat tire. It was getting dark and colder. Mom ushered us all out of the car and we hustled under a tree. While dad worked on changing the tire, Mom tried to keep us busy. Sean and I were still bickering, so she gave us a mission; we had to go find a maple leaf and a pine cone.”
“She’s a smart woman.”
“Yes, she could usually find ways to distract us. We both ran off into the trees looking. Well it was all pine trees, there were no maples. She knew that, she just wanted us to leave her and dad alone when he fixed the tire. She told us to stay close, that she would call us when they were ready, just in case we could not find everything.”
“Nowadays,” Alan began.
“Parents need to keep their kids on leashes practically. Things are so different now.” Thunder added an exclamation point.
Alan nodded, “So, you found the pine cone?”
“Yes, and mom congratulated us and hustled us into the car with the wet dirty dog. The sky was getting dark and you could feel the prickle of electricity in the air…we were getting excited, the cabin seemed so close. The rain started slowly and mom reminded us that we needed to bring in wood and unpack, then we could have mac and cheese, hot cocoa, and smores made over the fire. That was all we needed to hear to get busy.”
“All your favorites?”
“Yes, I am easily bribable with some homemade mac and cheese. I will do anything.” Robert winked.
Alan pulled him closer, dropped a few kisses on his lips, and whispered, “I will remember that.” His hand ran down Robert’s back and squeezed his ass through the layers of material.
Robert pushed Alan’s hand away and laughed. “It had just started raining as we’d turned up the driveway. It was a great cabin. So many memories. That cabin burned down about fifteen years ago.”
Alan saw the sadness creep into Robert’s eyes and chased it away with a question. “So, it started to rain? Much like today?” Alan brushed a few raindrops from his jacket.
“Wimp,” Robert chided. “We pulled up and Sean and I sprinted to the woodshed and filled the box with as much wood as we could drag into the cabin. Dad had been busy getting the kindling ready and Mom was in the kitchen working on dinner. The thunder filled the whole room and the lightening was really bright. By now we were already on a sugar high, just thinking of all the sugar we were getting that night. But we knew the rules; we needed to clean up. And we were pretty dirty. We took really quick showers, just enough to knock most of the dirt off. By now, it was pouring down rain and Dad had a big fire in the fireplace and had pulled out the board games. Mom had finished making dinner and she brought the bowls out to us. It was wonderful, I felt so warm and safe while the rain pounded outside. Such a great time. Smores eaten, games played, and slowly Sean and I started to fall asleep, so our parents put us to bed. I woke up later, it was still pouring rain, and I sat in the window seat and watched the rain fall in thick sheets like insulation.”
“Sounds wonderful. Miss those days?”
“Not when I have someone else to make memories with.” Robert cupped Alan’s face and kissed him deeply. As if in response, the skies opened up and the rain cascaded down around them. Robert pulled him in tighter and felt the water soaking them.
Alan got lost in the kiss; it was all encompassing. The fall weather had unleashed something in Robert and Alan found it intoxicating. When Robert pulled back, Alan swayed a little, not satisfied, needing more. “Love, wouldn’t this be better in a nice warm bed?” Alan was starting to feel chilled as the water soaked through his jacket. “I’ll make hot chocolate.”
Robert nodded. “It is getting a little wet,” he said, pushing his wet hair back so it wouldn’t drip into his eyes and trying to wipe the water droplets from his glasses. “With whipped cream?”
“Me or the drink?” Alan said rather suggestively.
Robert grabbed Alan’s hand firmly and they headed back to the cabin. He stopped suddenly when a bright flash of lightening was immediately followed by a loud roll of thunder, the dark sky filling with noise and light. But Alan was not paying attention. He was thinking about the whipped cream as he followed. He hadn’t noticed Robert had stopped and ran right into him, sending them both slipping to the wet ground in a heap.
Alan cringed as he pushed himself off of Robert’s back, not aware that he was sitting back in a puddle.
Robert sat up and turned to look at Alan, who seemed very embarrassed. They were now officially muddy and soaked to the core. Brushing a bit of dirt off his face, Robert leaned in for a slow simple kiss. “If you take a shower, I will make you my special hot cocoa.”
Alan looked intrigued. “Well that is an offer I can’t refuse. Come on.” Alan stood up and held out his hand, waiting for Robert to grab it. “What makes it special?”
Running to the cabin, they got to the door. The thunder cracked again as they bent over, pulling off their shoes and socks. “You’ll need to wait and find out,” he finally answered.
They opened the front door and stepped in, trying to peel off their clothes, but the fire was almost dead and the room was getting cold. Robert turned towards Alan. “You go warm up in the shower and I will stoke the fire. Be there in a jiffy.”
Alan laughed at Robert’s choice of words as he unzipped his coat, hanging it on the coat rack. “Sounds nice. Stoke the fire, and then you can…”
Robert cut him off with a quick kiss. “Go…”
Alan finished stripping down to nothing and walked slowly up the stairs. When he got to the landing, he looked down, shivering from the hungry look Robert was wearing. “Love,” he called, unable to hide his mischievous grin. “Stoke now…stroke later…” and he dashed to the shower.
10.04 A Walk Through The Woods
Title: Mac and Cheese
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 29 Thunder
Word Count: 1867
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert and Alan brave a storm as Robert relates a childhood memory.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Baby Light My Fire
Robert had excused himself after dinner, wandering off for a bit of time by himself. That was over a half hour ago. So Alan put down his book and went off to find his boyfriend. He was a little concerned when an inside search turned up no results. He put on his jacket, zipping it up as far as it would go: The weather had been getting steadily worse all day. Luckily, when he went outside, he didn’t have to look far.
Alan found Robert standing at the edge of the porch, leaning up against one of the support posts. He had his glasses hanging loosely in his hand, eyes closed against the strong bitting winds. Alan was about to say something, but it was Robert who spoke first.
“I don’t know why I like them so much. Maybe it has something to do with how insignificant one feels in the face of Mother Nature.”
Alan walked up and wrapped his arms around Robert, pulling him tightly against his chest, dropping a kiss to the back of his ear and smiling when Robert leaned into the warm embrace. “You can feel the energy in the air.”
Robert agreed with a nod and replaced his glasses. He gently broke Alan’s hold by stepping forward, then took Alan’s hand and led him away from the safety of the porch and into the woods. He pulled Alan along, looking back when he felt Alan stumble to make sure he was fine. He turned back, laughing into the wind.
Alan was jealous of the wind, but it warmed his heart to see Robert so happy and practically glowing with joy.
The wind wasn’t as strong in the woods, the trees blocking the worst of the storm from them. Robert stopped in the middle of a clearing and finally released Alan’s hand. Stretching out his arms, he looked up in a grateful stance to the patches of sky that could be seen through the treetops, smiling at the darkening sky. “I’ve missed this,” he said to no one in particular.
Alan walked up in front of Robert, lifting his hand and stroking his cheek. The chill on his skin made him shiver. “Missed what?”
Robert looked Alan in the eye and smiled. “Weather.” He brought a hand down and threaded his fingers with Alan’s. “LA has sun, sun, an overcast day followed by a morning sprinkling, and then more sun. I miss the East Coast and real weather.” Robert smiled into the wind, his eyes once again returning to the sky.
Alan chuckled. He was not used to such emotional responses from Robert. Moving behind him, he pressed his lips to Robert’s neck and wrapped him in a tight embrace. “It is beautiful out here, in the woods, but I can think of better ways to watch the weather rather then standing out here freezing. He pressed his cold lips to Robert’s neck, letting them slide down to the spot under his collar.
Robert reached back to muss Alan’s hair in a teasing manner, then tilted his head to rest against Alan’s.. “Look at the sky. When I was little, my parents would take my brother and I on these day trips, out somewhere - it could be west, south or north.” He paused and turned around in Alan’s hold so that he could better look into his eyes. “We would all stuff ourselves in Mom’s Station Wagon with Buddy, our dog, in the back and head out on these adventures.”
Alan returned the look, carding a hand through Robert’s hair and dragging the hand down his arm, stopping at his fingers and taking the cold digits in his.
“This one autumn day, I think I was 9 or 10. It was beautiful, the leaves on the trees had turned and had started to fall, leaving the trees naked. We played eye spy as we drove through Connecticut. My uncle Robert…”
“You family seems to have a thing for the name Robert.”
“I know...and it’s a mom thing, believe it or not.” He leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss to Alan’s lips. “We were about an hour from a small cabin, and by now Sean and I were fighting about everything. He was on my side of the car, so I poked him. Back and forth, on and on. Our parents had finally had had enough, and as my dad started to yell at us to keep it down, BOOOM.” Robert’s story was echoed by a large clap of thunder. He looked startled and waited a few moments until the sky was illuminated by a large flash of light, then started to count under his breath, “One…Two…Three...” Another loud rumble sounded, cutting him off. He carded his free hand through Alan’s hair and picked up the story. “We had a flat tire. It was getting dark and colder. Mom ushered us all out of the car and we hustled under a tree. While dad worked on changing the tire, Mom tried to keep us busy. Sean and I were still bickering, so she gave us a mission; we had to go find a maple leaf and a pine cone.”
“She’s a smart woman.”
“Yes, she could usually find ways to distract us. We both ran off into the trees looking. Well it was all pine trees, there were no maples. She knew that, she just wanted us to leave her and dad alone when he fixed the tire. She told us to stay close, that she would call us when they were ready, just in case we could not find everything.”
“Nowadays,” Alan began.
“Parents need to keep their kids on leashes practically. Things are so different now.” Thunder added an exclamation point.
Alan nodded, “So, you found the pine cone?”
“Yes, and mom congratulated us and hustled us into the car with the wet dirty dog. The sky was getting dark and you could feel the prickle of electricity in the air…we were getting excited, the cabin seemed so close. The rain started slowly and mom reminded us that we needed to bring in wood and unpack, then we could have mac and cheese, hot cocoa, and smores made over the fire. That was all we needed to hear to get busy.”
“All your favorites?”
“Yes, I am easily bribable with some homemade mac and cheese. I will do anything.” Robert winked.
Alan pulled him closer, dropped a few kisses on his lips, and whispered, “I will remember that.” His hand ran down Robert’s back and squeezed his ass through the layers of material.
Robert pushed Alan’s hand away and laughed. “It had just started raining as we’d turned up the driveway. It was a great cabin. So many memories. That cabin burned down about fifteen years ago.”
Alan saw the sadness creep into Robert’s eyes and chased it away with a question. “So, it started to rain? Much like today?” Alan brushed a few raindrops from his jacket.
“Wimp,” Robert chided. “We pulled up and Sean and I sprinted to the woodshed and filled the box with as much wood as we could drag into the cabin. Dad had been busy getting the kindling ready and Mom was in the kitchen working on dinner. The thunder filled the whole room and the lightening was really bright. By now we were already on a sugar high, just thinking of all the sugar we were getting that night. But we knew the rules; we needed to clean up. And we were pretty dirty. We took really quick showers, just enough to knock most of the dirt off. By now, it was pouring down rain and Dad had a big fire in the fireplace and had pulled out the board games. Mom had finished making dinner and she brought the bowls out to us. It was wonderful, I felt so warm and safe while the rain pounded outside. Such a great time. Smores eaten, games played, and slowly Sean and I started to fall asleep, so our parents put us to bed. I woke up later, it was still pouring rain, and I sat in the window seat and watched the rain fall in thick sheets like insulation.”
“Sounds wonderful. Miss those days?”
“Not when I have someone else to make memories with.” Robert cupped Alan’s face and kissed him deeply. As if in response, the skies opened up and the rain cascaded down around them. Robert pulled him in tighter and felt the water soaking them.
Alan got lost in the kiss; it was all encompassing. The fall weather had unleashed something in Robert and Alan found it intoxicating. When Robert pulled back, Alan swayed a little, not satisfied, needing more. “Love, wouldn’t this be better in a nice warm bed?” Alan was starting to feel chilled as the water soaked through his jacket. “I’ll make hot chocolate.”
Robert nodded. “It is getting a little wet,” he said, pushing his wet hair back so it wouldn’t drip into his eyes and trying to wipe the water droplets from his glasses. “With whipped cream?”
“Me or the drink?” Alan said rather suggestively.
Robert grabbed Alan’s hand firmly and they headed back to the cabin. He stopped suddenly when a bright flash of lightening was immediately followed by a loud roll of thunder, the dark sky filling with noise and light. But Alan was not paying attention. He was thinking about the whipped cream as he followed. He hadn’t noticed Robert had stopped and ran right into him, sending them both slipping to the wet ground in a heap.
Alan cringed as he pushed himself off of Robert’s back, not aware that he was sitting back in a puddle.
Robert sat up and turned to look at Alan, who seemed very embarrassed. They were now officially muddy and soaked to the core. Brushing a bit of dirt off his face, Robert leaned in for a slow simple kiss. “If you take a shower, I will make you my special hot cocoa.”
Alan looked intrigued. “Well that is an offer I can’t refuse. Come on.” Alan stood up and held out his hand, waiting for Robert to grab it. “What makes it special?”
Running to the cabin, they got to the door. The thunder cracked again as they bent over, pulling off their shoes and socks. “You’ll need to wait and find out,” he finally answered.
They opened the front door and stepped in, trying to peel off their clothes, but the fire was almost dead and the room was getting cold. Robert turned towards Alan. “You go warm up in the shower and I will stoke the fire. Be there in a jiffy.”
Alan laughed at Robert’s choice of words as he unzipped his coat, hanging it on the coat rack. “Sounds nice. Stoke the fire, and then you can…”
Robert cut him off with a quick kiss. “Go…”
Alan finished stripping down to nothing and walked slowly up the stairs. When he got to the landing, he looked down, shivering from the hungry look Robert was wearing. “Love,” he called, unable to hide his mischievous grin. “Stoke now…stroke later…” and he dashed to the shower.
10.04 A Walk Through The Woods