Coming Together 17.2
Title: Coming Together
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Roadside Attraction 17.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1546
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What do Alan and Robert do with what remains of their first night back together?
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
The Left Coast
They settled next to each other around the dining room table. The floor was cold under their bare feet. Robert wore a robe over the top of his work clothes, and Alan had the blanket that they had used for cover wrapped around his shoulders. A loaf of bread and jars of honey, peanut butter, and jelly were spread out in front of them on the table.
"So," Alan said after swallowing a mouthful of food and licking his lips, "any more word on Wilson's demise?"
Robert licked a stray bit of peanut butter from his finger. "Well, the script has been written. I think Doris had a big hand in it. But it is under lock and key. They think that it will have a bigger impact if we know as little about it before shooting as possible. Filming starts next month sometime. I think just before we go on Christmas break. Should air by February."
Alan had been quietly chewing as he listened intently. "Excited?"
Robert shrugged and shook his head. "It hasn't hit yet. Been with the show so long that I don't think I will know what to do with myself."
Alan fidgeted. He knew what he wanted to ask. Instead, he reached for the honey, adding some to his sandwich.
"What about you? How is the Jonathan Creek project coming along?"
"David said he finished up the final episode. They are still on target for next fall. It will be strange to slip back into the duffel coat."
"And the longer hair?"
"Extensions. I don’t think I can grow it that fast. So, if you have any fantasies that involve long hair, you should plan on visiting me then." Alan waggled his eyebrows and leaned back as Robert gave him a little shove.
"I'll keep that in mind." Robert took a large bite of the sandwich and returned to filling his neglected stomach, thinking of long curls against alabaster skin.
Silence settled as they turned their attentions to finishing their meal.
Robert took both the empty plates to the sink and his neck was soon enveloped in Alan's honey covered lips.
"You are going to make me sticky," Robert laughed, making a feeble attempt at pulling away.
"Just means more to lick off." Alan dragged his tongue up Robert's neck and he laughed as he felt Robert shiver.
Robert set the dishes on the counter and turned around to stare at Alan. "I missed you too." He leaned in for a kiss, tasting sweet honey, and smiled.
"I think we should head back to bed."
"I'm not really tired."
Alan pulled Robert forward and his face broke into a devilish grin. "I don't think I am talking about sleep. He intertwined their fingers and led Robert down towards the bedroom. He tossed the blanket back into the bed and Robert put his robe into the closet. Both were taking their time, despite how eager they were to press together. Alan stepped close, running his hands up the back of Robert's shirt, causing him to shiver from the chilled digits.
Before the shirt could be removed, Robert leaned forward, capturing Alan's mouth in a kiss, still able to taste the honey that Alan had drenched his last sandwich with. He felt a gentle pulling as Alan took a step towards the bed, and Robert nearly tripped over his feet as he followed.
Alan firmly sat Robert down on the edge of the bed, leaning down for one more kiss before sliding his hands up his shirt, this time the front, and brushing nipples with his thumbs. He coaxed Robert's hands up and lifted off the shirt. Alan reached over and turned on the small lamp by the bed, wanting to see Robert's skin as he touched and caressed it.
Robert's breath hitched in his throat as Alan's fingers brushed his crotch before moving up to the button and zip. When Alan leaned down and planted a wet kiss below his navel, he almost lost it. While Alan's head was bent, he reached out, grasping the material of Alan's shirt and trying to tug it off, desperate to have smooth skin to rub his own hands over.
Alan laughed and pulled away, slowly pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it onto the bed next to Robert. He shivered, the temperature reminding him of how late it was.
Robert had noticed the shiver and pulled back the blankets. "If you turn into an icicle out there, there is no way you are cuddling up to me." He removed his pants, smiling when Alan did the same, nearly falling over when his leg got caught.
Alan followed Robert underneath the cold sheets, eager to warm them. He waited until Robert turned and pressed up against him, chest to chest, before pulling the sheets up over them both. He leaned tangled his hands in Robert's hair and crushed their lips together, moaning as Robert's tongue got friendly with his own.
It didn't take long for things to heat up, and soon Robert found himself on top of Alan, gazing down into his loving eyes, feeling his chest rising and falling underneath his own. He had been waiting for this moment since the last time he had left London. And now they were finally together again. Robert didn't want to look away, afraid this would all be a figment of his imagination, no matter how real it seemed. He propped himself up on a forearm, resting his other hand on Alan's hip, moving his thumb in a teasing circle, Alan's whole body trying to lean into that touch. Then he reached for the nightstand, blindly opening a drawer and fishing around for what he needed. Successful, he dropped the lube next to Alan's side to warm, the condom with it. He felt Alan's legs spread, knees triangling up and brushing his thighs, hardness dueling next to his own. He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes.
Alan reached up and brushed the backs of his fingers along Robert's cheek, getting the eyes that he loved so much to open again. He moved his hand to the back of Robert's neck and pulled him down, eager for another kiss and the press of the full body hard against him.
Robert sat back, trying to catch his breath, the blanket sliding down his back, the air cooling his flushed skin. Then Alan's hands were on his back, pulling him close.
"I've missed you," Alan whispered into Robert's ear, causing him to shiver and close his eyes. "Ready, love?"
Robert nodded, but didn't move.
Alan chuckled and pressed the lube against Robert's hand. "If you would rather lay on me all night, we can do that too." He felt the smile against his chest, then a tongue as it darted out to taste him, stretching to flick against his nipple.
Robert got to his knees, straddling Alan and finally taking hold of the lube. He folded the blanket back so it was barely covering their legs, wanting to keep it out of the way.
Alan kept a hand resting on Robert's hip, even as a finger was slid up inside him. He had missed Robert madly, and didn't want to let any opportunity for touch go to waste. He watched Robert's eyes as they focused on the task at hand, brows knit in concentration. He waited until Robert glanced up at him, eyes meeting, and grinned, shifting against the fingers still in him.
Robert smiled back and leaned down, brushing Alan's lips as he curled his fingers, rubbing Alan's prostate.
"If you knew how close I was, you would stop that," Alan warned as a pleasant tingling raced up his spine.
Reluctantly, Robert pulled back. He loved how Alan writhed under him, but he wanted this to last as long as he could make it. He rolled on the condom, using the leftover lube from preparing Alan to coat the latex. He leaned down to kiss Alan again, cupping his cheek and resting his thumb against Alan's lower lip. The kiss was tender and Robert reached for Alan's legs, slowly urging him into position as he ran his tongue against Alan's palette. Then Alan's hand was on his chest, fingers dragging down until they found what they were looking for, wrapping around hard flesh, guiding it to his entrance. Robert stilled as the heat slowly enveloped him, gasping against Alan's lips. Alan's hands were now on his ass, urging him closer, deeper. "Fuugh," he breathed, voice cracking when Alan sharply shifted his hips.
Alan could see the flush on Robert's cheekbones when he finally pulled back. It made him look gorgeous. He must have said something from his thoughts out loud, because Robert chuckled and kissed him once more before starting to move.
The thrusts were shallow, Robert not wanting to pull back far enough, but Alan didn't mind. He kissed Robert's shoulder, tasting salt, and closed his eyes, angling his head back, Robert finding his exposed neck almost immediately. He honed in on the soft touches, kisses, the feeling of being so connected with another person. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around Robert's back. Right now, there was no place else that he would rather be.
17.3 Heated Glances and blown takes
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Roadside Attraction 17.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1546
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What do Alan and Robert do with what remains of their first night back together?
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
The Left Coast
They settled next to each other around the dining room table. The floor was cold under their bare feet. Robert wore a robe over the top of his work clothes, and Alan had the blanket that they had used for cover wrapped around his shoulders. A loaf of bread and jars of honey, peanut butter, and jelly were spread out in front of them on the table.
"So," Alan said after swallowing a mouthful of food and licking his lips, "any more word on Wilson's demise?"
Robert licked a stray bit of peanut butter from his finger. "Well, the script has been written. I think Doris had a big hand in it. But it is under lock and key. They think that it will have a bigger impact if we know as little about it before shooting as possible. Filming starts next month sometime. I think just before we go on Christmas break. Should air by February."
Alan had been quietly chewing as he listened intently. "Excited?"
Robert shrugged and shook his head. "It hasn't hit yet. Been with the show so long that I don't think I will know what to do with myself."
Alan fidgeted. He knew what he wanted to ask. Instead, he reached for the honey, adding some to his sandwich.
"What about you? How is the Jonathan Creek project coming along?"
"David said he finished up the final episode. They are still on target for next fall. It will be strange to slip back into the duffel coat."
"And the longer hair?"
"Extensions. I don’t think I can grow it that fast. So, if you have any fantasies that involve long hair, you should plan on visiting me then." Alan waggled his eyebrows and leaned back as Robert gave him a little shove.
"I'll keep that in mind." Robert took a large bite of the sandwich and returned to filling his neglected stomach, thinking of long curls against alabaster skin.
Silence settled as they turned their attentions to finishing their meal.
Robert took both the empty plates to the sink and his neck was soon enveloped in Alan's honey covered lips.
"You are going to make me sticky," Robert laughed, making a feeble attempt at pulling away.
"Just means more to lick off." Alan dragged his tongue up Robert's neck and he laughed as he felt Robert shiver.
Robert set the dishes on the counter and turned around to stare at Alan. "I missed you too." He leaned in for a kiss, tasting sweet honey, and smiled.
"I think we should head back to bed."
"I'm not really tired."
Alan pulled Robert forward and his face broke into a devilish grin. "I don't think I am talking about sleep. He intertwined their fingers and led Robert down towards the bedroom. He tossed the blanket back into the bed and Robert put his robe into the closet. Both were taking their time, despite how eager they were to press together. Alan stepped close, running his hands up the back of Robert's shirt, causing him to shiver from the chilled digits.
Before the shirt could be removed, Robert leaned forward, capturing Alan's mouth in a kiss, still able to taste the honey that Alan had drenched his last sandwich with. He felt a gentle pulling as Alan took a step towards the bed, and Robert nearly tripped over his feet as he followed.
Alan firmly sat Robert down on the edge of the bed, leaning down for one more kiss before sliding his hands up his shirt, this time the front, and brushing nipples with his thumbs. He coaxed Robert's hands up and lifted off the shirt. Alan reached over and turned on the small lamp by the bed, wanting to see Robert's skin as he touched and caressed it.
Robert's breath hitched in his throat as Alan's fingers brushed his crotch before moving up to the button and zip. When Alan leaned down and planted a wet kiss below his navel, he almost lost it. While Alan's head was bent, he reached out, grasping the material of Alan's shirt and trying to tug it off, desperate to have smooth skin to rub his own hands over.
Alan laughed and pulled away, slowly pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it onto the bed next to Robert. He shivered, the temperature reminding him of how late it was.
Robert had noticed the shiver and pulled back the blankets. "If you turn into an icicle out there, there is no way you are cuddling up to me." He removed his pants, smiling when Alan did the same, nearly falling over when his leg got caught.
Alan followed Robert underneath the cold sheets, eager to warm them. He waited until Robert turned and pressed up against him, chest to chest, before pulling the sheets up over them both. He leaned tangled his hands in Robert's hair and crushed their lips together, moaning as Robert's tongue got friendly with his own.
It didn't take long for things to heat up, and soon Robert found himself on top of Alan, gazing down into his loving eyes, feeling his chest rising and falling underneath his own. He had been waiting for this moment since the last time he had left London. And now they were finally together again. Robert didn't want to look away, afraid this would all be a figment of his imagination, no matter how real it seemed. He propped himself up on a forearm, resting his other hand on Alan's hip, moving his thumb in a teasing circle, Alan's whole body trying to lean into that touch. Then he reached for the nightstand, blindly opening a drawer and fishing around for what he needed. Successful, he dropped the lube next to Alan's side to warm, the condom with it. He felt Alan's legs spread, knees triangling up and brushing his thighs, hardness dueling next to his own. He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes.
Alan reached up and brushed the backs of his fingers along Robert's cheek, getting the eyes that he loved so much to open again. He moved his hand to the back of Robert's neck and pulled him down, eager for another kiss and the press of the full body hard against him.
Robert sat back, trying to catch his breath, the blanket sliding down his back, the air cooling his flushed skin. Then Alan's hands were on his back, pulling him close.
"I've missed you," Alan whispered into Robert's ear, causing him to shiver and close his eyes. "Ready, love?"
Robert nodded, but didn't move.
Alan chuckled and pressed the lube against Robert's hand. "If you would rather lay on me all night, we can do that too." He felt the smile against his chest, then a tongue as it darted out to taste him, stretching to flick against his nipple.
Robert got to his knees, straddling Alan and finally taking hold of the lube. He folded the blanket back so it was barely covering their legs, wanting to keep it out of the way.
Alan kept a hand resting on Robert's hip, even as a finger was slid up inside him. He had missed Robert madly, and didn't want to let any opportunity for touch go to waste. He watched Robert's eyes as they focused on the task at hand, brows knit in concentration. He waited until Robert glanced up at him, eyes meeting, and grinned, shifting against the fingers still in him.
Robert smiled back and leaned down, brushing Alan's lips as he curled his fingers, rubbing Alan's prostate.
"If you knew how close I was, you would stop that," Alan warned as a pleasant tingling raced up his spine.
Reluctantly, Robert pulled back. He loved how Alan writhed under him, but he wanted this to last as long as he could make it. He rolled on the condom, using the leftover lube from preparing Alan to coat the latex. He leaned down to kiss Alan again, cupping his cheek and resting his thumb against Alan's lower lip. The kiss was tender and Robert reached for Alan's legs, slowly urging him into position as he ran his tongue against Alan's palette. Then Alan's hand was on his chest, fingers dragging down until they found what they were looking for, wrapping around hard flesh, guiding it to his entrance. Robert stilled as the heat slowly enveloped him, gasping against Alan's lips. Alan's hands were now on his ass, urging him closer, deeper. "Fuugh," he breathed, voice cracking when Alan sharply shifted his hips.
Alan could see the flush on Robert's cheekbones when he finally pulled back. It made him look gorgeous. He must have said something from his thoughts out loud, because Robert chuckled and kissed him once more before starting to move.
The thrusts were shallow, Robert not wanting to pull back far enough, but Alan didn't mind. He kissed Robert's shoulder, tasting salt, and closed his eyes, angling his head back, Robert finding his exposed neck almost immediately. He honed in on the soft touches, kisses, the feeling of being so connected with another person. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around Robert's back. Right now, there was no place else that he would rather be.
17.3 Heated Glances and blown takes