Happy New Year 11.3
Title: Happy New Year
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Error 404 11.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 2191
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan and Robert find a way to start the new year with a bang.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
A Distant Holiday
“Happy New Year, love," Alan adjusted his Bluetooth ear piece and set the phone on his coffee table as he lay back on the couch, closing his eyes and picturing Robert in his New York apartment.
Robert smiled and settled himself down against the couch cushions. "So great to hear your voice."
"And yours, too. How are you doing?”
“Feeling really good, especially now that you are on the line. And you?"
Alan laughed and just let the words wrap around him, snuggling deeper into his own couch. He rested his hand on his stomach, rubbing his thumb back and forth a few times over his Arsenal jersey. "I am doing fine. Am knackered, it was a long night, but I am better hearing your voice. Can you guess what I am wearing?” he asked suddenly.
"Well..." Robert pursed his lips and tilted his head back, thinking. "You are probably wearing something loose and comfortable. Something that can be pulled off with only a moment's notice. Am I on track?"
"You always are,” Alan chuckled. “What did you do today? Anything special?"
"Stayed home, avoided the masses, waited for tonight. I do have to say, despite The Perfect Storm being a fascinating read, you are the highlight of my day."
"Glad to hear I still rate in your top ten.”
"Top two you mean?”
“Should I be jealous of your number one?”
“I never said you were the second.”
Alan chuckled. “Are you enjoying being back in New York?"
Robert sighed softly. “The city isn't really as exciting as it used to be. At least this weather requires one to bundle up to the point of obscurity.”
"You braved the weather? I remember how beautiful the city looked, when you showed it to me.” He closed his eyes picturing little details from way back when they first got together after their one-night stand. “ Did you go to The Met this trip?"
"Well, I went out a couple times, a few walks for some fresh air. Haven't been to The Met yet, but I have a few days left of my vacation. It is definitely on my agenda."
“That sounds good, you have a few more days to stay, I guess you will be heading to LA when I take the trip up to Manchester for six weeks. I am bringing my computer and of course the phone, I will need you to keep me from going crazy."
"I hope we have plenty of time to be able to talk and that you won't be driven insane by a mad director. Any idea of the shoot schedule?"
"Well, I am not lead actor, but a secondary role that still has lots of lines. I think, based on rumors, I will be busy for most of the six weeks, but we can try texting again." Alan laughed remembering Robert's attempts at sending the phone messages. "On second thought, maybe just voice mail and e-mail. Have they given you much indication on what your schedule will be in January?"
"Well, I heard that there will be a Wilson-centric arc coming up, so my work schedule will double around then. Not sure when those episodes will be filmed. I am far from thrilled about them."
"Is Wilson going to get a steady girlfriend this season? Me sister is hooked on the show and she is always asking for hints on what is coming up. I try to tell her we don’t generally talk about plots, but I can at least ask for her."
"I bet you just want to know yourself so you can keep track of where my lips are going to be.” Robert laughed and heard a chuckle from Alan in his ear. “They keep the actors pretty much in the dark, telling all of us at some point that we will be paired off, then broken apart. So there has been talk, but nothing confirmed, and I don't know what that Wilson story line will bring."
"Maybe Wilson will get some strange disease? How long do you have left on your contract?”
Alan's voice was a little eager and Robert laughed again. "I still have one more season after this one. Unfortunately. When they ask me to renew, I honestly have no idea what I will answer."
“You don’t like the show?”
“No, not that. It’s just the weekly grind. I am lucky that I only shoot maybe a dozen scenes a week, so far, and I don’t want to go through what Hugh has. I want to be back on the stage, where anything can happen and every performance is a risk because it is live and not cut together based on good takes. I never thought the show would take off the way that it has.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No,” Robert answered after a small pause. “I have learned new things, met some wonderful people, but sometimes I just want to move on, while other times I want to see it through to the end. I like what Wilson is to House and I am curious to see how it all plays out, just like the rest of the world is.”
“No decision yet, it sounds like?”
“No, but it is nice to talk about it with someone. No, I take that back. It’s nice to talk about it with you.”
Alan looked at the clock--five seconds to eight, just about midnight for Robert. “Happy New Year, love, I wish I was there with you.”
“Happy New Year, Alan. Talking is the next best thing.”
“Just talking?”
Robert laughed, lying back on the couch. He put his head on the arm of the sofa and stretched out his legs. “What else did you have in mind?”
“Without teleportation I am afraid our options are limited. It was snowing here yesterday and I thought about our day in the park, and warming up afterwards." Alan ran his hand across his forehead, pushing his hair back. He closed his eyes and remembered Robert, skin flush from cold and then from exertion, and shivered.
Robert smiled and closed his own eyes, mind flashing back to that first week that they had spent together. His mouth was suddenly dry and he had to swallow a few times before he could speak. "Yeah. It was a day, and night, that I will not soon forget."
Alan ran his hand down his jersey and remembered how tentative Robert had been that first night. They never even got all their clothes off, just happy for whatever contact they could make as they tested themselves. He ran his hand down his thigh and rubbed the material, causing friction against his leg, "Where are you right now?"
Robert noticed that Alan's voice had changed, getting slightly deeper. "Couch," he answered a bit too suddenly. "You?"
"I could tell you the truth, but I would rather tell you that I am next to you on your sofa, laying next to you, kissing your salty skin. Watch out, I have an imagination and I am not afraid to use it."
Robert tried to laugh, but it was more an exclamation of air than noise. "Don’t want to get in the way of you and your imagination, now do we?"
"No. I have had some time to think, in the last few weeks and we had, for what it is worth a pretty wonderful year, and I really want more this year." Alan slipped his hand under his waistband and cupped himself, giving a small squeeze and picturing Robert here beside him.
"I want more, too," Robert said softly. "As soon as we can get some time off, I am hopping on the next plane to join you." He lowered his voice, like whispering a secret into an ear, before continuing, "And you do know what I am going to do with you, right?"
Alan started to rub himself, whispering back, "Tell me."
Robert brushed a tongue over his lips, giving time for a dramatic pause before replying, "First, you will know in advance not to wear any clothing that you are fond of, because I don't think I will be able to control myself from ripping the shirt right off your back." He slipped a hand under his shirt, rubbing his stomach and wishing that he could remove his own shirt without dropping the phone or alert Alan with the rustling of clothing.
"I will make sure I keep all me Arsenal shirts away from you. Hopefully you will wait till we are home before you strip me. What would you do next?" Alan's eyes fluttered as he imagined Robert rubbing his hands up and under his shirt and against his skin.
Robert took a deep breath. His eyes were still closed and he pictured himself arriving at Alan's flat and giving him the hello of a lifetime. He teased just underneath the button of his jeans with his pinkie as he tried to put into words what he was thinking. "I would kiss you. Mouth, neck, behind your ear...everywhere. Everywhere that I could get to with my lips. More when I manage to rip your shirt from your shoulders."
Alan wanted to just listen to Robert's voice, he was quickly losing his ability to be coherent. His hand was sliding up and down and he wondered if Robert knew what was happening. "I will look forward to it. Maybe we just stay in for a day to two to make up for lost time. Too bad my shower is too small.” Alan thought he was doing pretty good for a man who had lost most of the blood supply to his brain at the moment.
Robert could hear Alan's accent getting stronger, a few words slurring together and he tried to picture what Alan might be doing as he undid the button and zip of his jeans, not bothering to be quiet about it and wondering if Alan had heard.
The sound of Robert's zipper caused a shiver to race down Alan's spine and he let out a small gasp. Not really remembering where the conversation was, Alan tried to pick up the thread of some conversation, just to hear Robert's voice. "How late are you staying up tonight?"
Again Robert swallowed and slipped his hand, slowly, into his pants, touching himself, trying to mimic Alan's grip, feeling himself grow hard in his palm. "I'll be up for as long as you will let me stay."
Alan bit his lip, keeping up his strokes. He knew he would not last long, his entire body aching for Robert's touch. He closed his eyes again and drew in a deep breath, no longer caring if Robert heard him and in some small way hoped that his heavy breaths might inspire a similar sound from Robert.
The phone call quickly dissolved into an exchange of heated gasps, neither holding back, both wanting the other to inspire and encourage. Alan's body stiffened suddenly and he felt the warm wetness spreading under his waistband, listening to Robert for a few minutes as his heart returned to a normal speed.
A quick gasp followed by panting and Alan knew that Robert had his first orgasm of the new year. He was surprised to hear the long yawn follow.
"Tired?"
Robert nodded, then realized that, sadly, Alan was in another country rather than in the same room. "Y-yeah," he responded, still trying to get his breathing under control.
"Love, how ‘bout you get ready for bed, and then we can say good night? I think I need a nap after that."
“Sounds good.” Robert stood, using the arm of the couch for balance. The mess in his pants was cold and uncomfortable, so he shifted the phone to cradle it between ear and shoulder and pulled his pants down far enough to kick them off. “Teeth,” he said once he got into the bathroom and set the phone down away from the sink. He pulled his shirt off, then brushed quickly and snatched the phone back up. “Heading into the bedroom now.”
Alan smiled as he mimicked Robert's actions. He slid under the covers and rested his head on a pillow, smiling as he heard Robert exhale, the small sound the familiar one heard when Robert is settling in to relax.
Robert curled up, the phone pressed close to his ear. "Tell me a story."
Alan chuckled, remembering last time Robert asked for a story, "Once upon a time," he began, speaking slowly, knowing that it was only a matter of time. Seconds to be exact. Pausing, he listened to the other end. "Robert" he said gently. He listened, enjoying the sound of Robert breathing, and closing his eyes. He could see the bright brown eyes meeting his, knowing that the wait would be hard--three months till he could see those eyes for real. "Robert, happy New Year, I love you. Sleep well."
A contented sigh on the other end, and Alan hung up the phone, drifting off to a place where they lived in the same space, and nothing kept them apart.
11.04 January 5th, 2008
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Error 404 11.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 2191
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan and Robert find a way to start the new year with a bang.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
A Distant Holiday
“Happy New Year, love," Alan adjusted his Bluetooth ear piece and set the phone on his coffee table as he lay back on the couch, closing his eyes and picturing Robert in his New York apartment.
Robert smiled and settled himself down against the couch cushions. "So great to hear your voice."
"And yours, too. How are you doing?”
“Feeling really good, especially now that you are on the line. And you?"
Alan laughed and just let the words wrap around him, snuggling deeper into his own couch. He rested his hand on his stomach, rubbing his thumb back and forth a few times over his Arsenal jersey. "I am doing fine. Am knackered, it was a long night, but I am better hearing your voice. Can you guess what I am wearing?” he asked suddenly.
"Well..." Robert pursed his lips and tilted his head back, thinking. "You are probably wearing something loose and comfortable. Something that can be pulled off with only a moment's notice. Am I on track?"
"You always are,” Alan chuckled. “What did you do today? Anything special?"
"Stayed home, avoided the masses, waited for tonight. I do have to say, despite The Perfect Storm being a fascinating read, you are the highlight of my day."
"Glad to hear I still rate in your top ten.”
"Top two you mean?”
“Should I be jealous of your number one?”
“I never said you were the second.”
Alan chuckled. “Are you enjoying being back in New York?"
Robert sighed softly. “The city isn't really as exciting as it used to be. At least this weather requires one to bundle up to the point of obscurity.”
"You braved the weather? I remember how beautiful the city looked, when you showed it to me.” He closed his eyes picturing little details from way back when they first got together after their one-night stand. “ Did you go to The Met this trip?"
"Well, I went out a couple times, a few walks for some fresh air. Haven't been to The Met yet, but I have a few days left of my vacation. It is definitely on my agenda."
“That sounds good, you have a few more days to stay, I guess you will be heading to LA when I take the trip up to Manchester for six weeks. I am bringing my computer and of course the phone, I will need you to keep me from going crazy."
"I hope we have plenty of time to be able to talk and that you won't be driven insane by a mad director. Any idea of the shoot schedule?"
"Well, I am not lead actor, but a secondary role that still has lots of lines. I think, based on rumors, I will be busy for most of the six weeks, but we can try texting again." Alan laughed remembering Robert's attempts at sending the phone messages. "On second thought, maybe just voice mail and e-mail. Have they given you much indication on what your schedule will be in January?"
"Well, I heard that there will be a Wilson-centric arc coming up, so my work schedule will double around then. Not sure when those episodes will be filmed. I am far from thrilled about them."
"Is Wilson going to get a steady girlfriend this season? Me sister is hooked on the show and she is always asking for hints on what is coming up. I try to tell her we don’t generally talk about plots, but I can at least ask for her."
"I bet you just want to know yourself so you can keep track of where my lips are going to be.” Robert laughed and heard a chuckle from Alan in his ear. “They keep the actors pretty much in the dark, telling all of us at some point that we will be paired off, then broken apart. So there has been talk, but nothing confirmed, and I don't know what that Wilson story line will bring."
"Maybe Wilson will get some strange disease? How long do you have left on your contract?”
Alan's voice was a little eager and Robert laughed again. "I still have one more season after this one. Unfortunately. When they ask me to renew, I honestly have no idea what I will answer."
“You don’t like the show?”
“No, not that. It’s just the weekly grind. I am lucky that I only shoot maybe a dozen scenes a week, so far, and I don’t want to go through what Hugh has. I want to be back on the stage, where anything can happen and every performance is a risk because it is live and not cut together based on good takes. I never thought the show would take off the way that it has.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No,” Robert answered after a small pause. “I have learned new things, met some wonderful people, but sometimes I just want to move on, while other times I want to see it through to the end. I like what Wilson is to House and I am curious to see how it all plays out, just like the rest of the world is.”
“No decision yet, it sounds like?”
“No, but it is nice to talk about it with someone. No, I take that back. It’s nice to talk about it with you.”
Alan looked at the clock--five seconds to eight, just about midnight for Robert. “Happy New Year, love, I wish I was there with you.”
“Happy New Year, Alan. Talking is the next best thing.”
“Just talking?”
Robert laughed, lying back on the couch. He put his head on the arm of the sofa and stretched out his legs. “What else did you have in mind?”
“Without teleportation I am afraid our options are limited. It was snowing here yesterday and I thought about our day in the park, and warming up afterwards." Alan ran his hand across his forehead, pushing his hair back. He closed his eyes and remembered Robert, skin flush from cold and then from exertion, and shivered.
Robert smiled and closed his own eyes, mind flashing back to that first week that they had spent together. His mouth was suddenly dry and he had to swallow a few times before he could speak. "Yeah. It was a day, and night, that I will not soon forget."
Alan ran his hand down his jersey and remembered how tentative Robert had been that first night. They never even got all their clothes off, just happy for whatever contact they could make as they tested themselves. He ran his hand down his thigh and rubbed the material, causing friction against his leg, "Where are you right now?"
Robert noticed that Alan's voice had changed, getting slightly deeper. "Couch," he answered a bit too suddenly. "You?"
"I could tell you the truth, but I would rather tell you that I am next to you on your sofa, laying next to you, kissing your salty skin. Watch out, I have an imagination and I am not afraid to use it."
Robert tried to laugh, but it was more an exclamation of air than noise. "Don’t want to get in the way of you and your imagination, now do we?"
"No. I have had some time to think, in the last few weeks and we had, for what it is worth a pretty wonderful year, and I really want more this year." Alan slipped his hand under his waistband and cupped himself, giving a small squeeze and picturing Robert here beside him.
"I want more, too," Robert said softly. "As soon as we can get some time off, I am hopping on the next plane to join you." He lowered his voice, like whispering a secret into an ear, before continuing, "And you do know what I am going to do with you, right?"
Alan started to rub himself, whispering back, "Tell me."
Robert brushed a tongue over his lips, giving time for a dramatic pause before replying, "First, you will know in advance not to wear any clothing that you are fond of, because I don't think I will be able to control myself from ripping the shirt right off your back." He slipped a hand under his shirt, rubbing his stomach and wishing that he could remove his own shirt without dropping the phone or alert Alan with the rustling of clothing.
"I will make sure I keep all me Arsenal shirts away from you. Hopefully you will wait till we are home before you strip me. What would you do next?" Alan's eyes fluttered as he imagined Robert rubbing his hands up and under his shirt and against his skin.
Robert took a deep breath. His eyes were still closed and he pictured himself arriving at Alan's flat and giving him the hello of a lifetime. He teased just underneath the button of his jeans with his pinkie as he tried to put into words what he was thinking. "I would kiss you. Mouth, neck, behind your ear...everywhere. Everywhere that I could get to with my lips. More when I manage to rip your shirt from your shoulders."
Alan wanted to just listen to Robert's voice, he was quickly losing his ability to be coherent. His hand was sliding up and down and he wondered if Robert knew what was happening. "I will look forward to it. Maybe we just stay in for a day to two to make up for lost time. Too bad my shower is too small.” Alan thought he was doing pretty good for a man who had lost most of the blood supply to his brain at the moment.
Robert could hear Alan's accent getting stronger, a few words slurring together and he tried to picture what Alan might be doing as he undid the button and zip of his jeans, not bothering to be quiet about it and wondering if Alan had heard.
The sound of Robert's zipper caused a shiver to race down Alan's spine and he let out a small gasp. Not really remembering where the conversation was, Alan tried to pick up the thread of some conversation, just to hear Robert's voice. "How late are you staying up tonight?"
Again Robert swallowed and slipped his hand, slowly, into his pants, touching himself, trying to mimic Alan's grip, feeling himself grow hard in his palm. "I'll be up for as long as you will let me stay."
Alan bit his lip, keeping up his strokes. He knew he would not last long, his entire body aching for Robert's touch. He closed his eyes again and drew in a deep breath, no longer caring if Robert heard him and in some small way hoped that his heavy breaths might inspire a similar sound from Robert.
The phone call quickly dissolved into an exchange of heated gasps, neither holding back, both wanting the other to inspire and encourage. Alan's body stiffened suddenly and he felt the warm wetness spreading under his waistband, listening to Robert for a few minutes as his heart returned to a normal speed.
A quick gasp followed by panting and Alan knew that Robert had his first orgasm of the new year. He was surprised to hear the long yawn follow.
"Tired?"
Robert nodded, then realized that, sadly, Alan was in another country rather than in the same room. "Y-yeah," he responded, still trying to get his breathing under control.
"Love, how ‘bout you get ready for bed, and then we can say good night? I think I need a nap after that."
“Sounds good.” Robert stood, using the arm of the couch for balance. The mess in his pants was cold and uncomfortable, so he shifted the phone to cradle it between ear and shoulder and pulled his pants down far enough to kick them off. “Teeth,” he said once he got into the bathroom and set the phone down away from the sink. He pulled his shirt off, then brushed quickly and snatched the phone back up. “Heading into the bedroom now.”
Alan smiled as he mimicked Robert's actions. He slid under the covers and rested his head on a pillow, smiling as he heard Robert exhale, the small sound the familiar one heard when Robert is settling in to relax.
Robert curled up, the phone pressed close to his ear. "Tell me a story."
Alan chuckled, remembering last time Robert asked for a story, "Once upon a time," he began, speaking slowly, knowing that it was only a matter of time. Seconds to be exact. Pausing, he listened to the other end. "Robert" he said gently. He listened, enjoying the sound of Robert breathing, and closing his eyes. He could see the bright brown eyes meeting his, knowing that the wait would be hard--three months till he could see those eyes for real. "Robert, happy New Year, I love you. Sleep well."
A contented sigh on the other end, and Alan hung up the phone, drifting off to a place where they lived in the same space, and nothing kept them apart.
11.04 January 5th, 2008