An Evening Repast 5.6
Title: An Evening Repast
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 03 Touch
Word Count: 2027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert gets Alan safely home, and sees that he is happily on the road to healing.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Rise and Shine
The cab drew up to Alan's flat and Robert noticed that Alan had drifted off while leaning against his shoulder, their hands still clasped together. Now Robert was not quite sure how to wake him up. He raised his shoulder and used his free hand to gently shake Alan and finally he saw the curls start to move of their own accord. Robert watched Alan lean back into his own space and try to orient himself and took the opportunity to slip money to the cabby, ignoring the wink he was given. He slid out of the cab, hurried to the other door, then opened it and helped Alan out. He felt Alan grimace at the movement, still sore. Slowly they walked up to the front door, Robert digging out his key and opening the door. He looked at Alan, shaking the key. "Your present came in handy."
Alan smiled, still not completely himself. He followed Robert through the door and closed it, shutting out the world, then leaned heavily against it.
Robert looked at him and used his fingers to raise Alan's chin, planting a gentle kiss on his lips, welcoming Alan home. “You need rest, let's get you to bed."
Alan laughed quietly and gestured for him to lead the way towards the bedroom, but Robert insisted that he help and slowly they made their way down the hall. Once safely into the small bedroom, Alan sat down on the bed, wincing as the move pulled on his stitches.
Robert disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and returned with an antibiotic, a pain pill, and a glass of water. He found Alan making an attempt to get his shoes off. He quickly hurried over, setting the pills and water on the nightstand and stopping Alan’s movements with a hand to his knee.
With a weak smile, Alan leaned back, letting Robert take over. Shoes and socks first then, with a little help from Alan, he took off his pants and let him relax as he worked on the buttons on his shirt. Alan looked up and smiled. "In my fantasies, I envisioned you ripping my kit off; this is not exactly what I had in mind."
Robert kissed him. “Someday when you are better,” he promised, heading over to a dresser and finding some pajamas. Robert quickly helped Alan get dressed, doing his best to ignore and not think about the wound. He reached for the pills and water, handing them to Alan, who wrinkled his nose, but took them anyway. He helped Alan lay flat and tucked him in, then stood to leave.
“Stay,” Alan called out, sounding a little panicked.
Robert walked back over to the bed. “Just going to grab a book. I’ll be right back.” He gave Alan’s hand a squeeze before going into the living room where he kept his things. Robert dug around in his bag, picking up a book he had remembered seeing Hugh pack for him, then walked back in to the bedroom. Alan was almost asleep and cracked opened his eyes when he felt the bed shift as Robert settled in next to him. Alan scooted closer, and Robert and turned onto his side, running his hand through Alan's curls, then watched Alan's breaths even out as he fell into a deep sleep.
Robert rolled back onto his back and grabbed his book, but was unable to concentrate; his eyes kept drifting over to the sleeping man next to him. He glanced to the clock on the wall and winced. It wouldn’t be too long until it was dinnertime and the cupboards were, quite literally, bare. So a little shopping would be in order if there was going to be a dinner.
Not looking at Alan, because it would only make his odds of being able to leave decrease, Robert slid away from his side, trying to keep the bedsprings as quiet as possible. Only once he was standing did he look back down at the snoozing man. And again he realized just how real this was. Not just the accident, but all of it.
He made sure to scribble a quick note before he left, leaving it on top of his book that he left by Alan’s side. Robert hoped that Alan would remain sleeping while he was gone. As he reached for the coat hung by the door, his fingers brushed a familiar material, and he smiled at the sweater.
The sweater kept him extra warm as he overlapped the edges of the jacket around his middle, then set off down the street, headed for a small market place he had seen several times in passing.
***
Robert returned within an hour, two bags in his arms. He managed to keep from dropping them as he let himself back into the flat, still trying to be quiet. He needn’t have bothered. As he looked into the bedroom after leaving the bags in the kitchen, Alan had the pillows propped under his head and was reading the book that was left.
“You could have left something more interesting,” Alan complained to hide his relief when he glanced up to see that his Robert had came back.
Robert sat on the side of the bed and snatched the book away. “It was a gift.”
“You musta really ticked someone off, then. And you made me lose my place.”
“Thought you said it was boring?”
“It…is.” He glanced past the book. “Hold on. That garment looks awfully familiar.”
Robert’s face colored when he noticed that he had forgotten to remove the sweater. “It was cold out, and…” He noticed the smile breaking out across Alan’s face. “What?”
“Looks good on you.” He reached out to brush his fingers across Robert’s chest.
Robert covered Alan’s hand with his own, giving it a squeeze. “You hungry?”
“What’s on the menu?” Alan turned his hand around to grip Robert’s and tried to pull him closer.
“Asked the fly of the spider.”
“But I want to be the spider, because the spider always gets his fly.” He had succeeded in pulling Robert close enough to brush their lips together. He licked his lips, tickling his tongue against Robert’s in the process.
“Hey, I’m not on the menu.” Robert’s protest lacked strength, then a tongue was in his mouth and he couldn’t talk at all. After a few-minute tongue war, Robert finally had to pull away, eyes lingering on lips a brief second before he quickly stood, clearing his throat. Back to business.
After a little more time insisting that he was not on the menu and one more kiss where Alan tried to prove otherwise, Robert was able to escape into the kitchen. He took his time chopping up bits of fruit and laying out toast and cheese slices on a tray, hoping that the urge to jump his friend would leave for the time being.
“You’d better not be having a quick wank in there! Very unhygienic in the kitchen!”
Robert almost knocked over the tray when he heard Alan’s call. He shook his head and carried the food to the bedroom, setting the tray down on the empty side of the bed.
Alan eyed the tray with interest, quite pleased with Robert’s job of shopping. There was a bowl of grapes, and a platter with sliced pears and apples, baby carrots lining the sides. There was another little bowl of dip with celery and a few more carrots around the base. And last, but not least, was a banana that had been taken from its peel, chopped into round disks, then put back together in its skin. Robert left for a moment to bring a pitcher of juice, two glasses, and a little plate of cheese and warm toast, then helped him sit up, two pillows tucked behind his head.
When Robert sat down in the chair next to the bed, Alan had started to protest, wanting Robert on the bed as well, but when he realized that Robert would have to lean over him to get to the tray, he bit his tongue. Alan tucked into the meal, eating slowly, savoring each bite, and taking frequent sips of his juice. He still had a bad case of cottonmouth from the hospital, and he wondered if there would ever be a time when he didn’t feel dehydrated.
They chatted while they ate, and Robert made up elaborate ‘excuses’ for Alan’s accident, the best being that the prop had been looking for trouble, tried to make a go for the camera, and Alan sacrificed himself to save the day’s footage. Yes, most were even stranger than that.
“How much longer are you mine?” Alan asked during a comfortable lull in the conversation.
“Forever.”
“Cheeky.” He tried to swipe at Robert’s nose, but the man leaned out of the way.
“Day after tomorrow.” Robert’s smile dimmed some, and he looked away. Then a grape bounced off his glasses, snapping him from his mood. He turned back, giving Alan a suspicious look.
Alan put a grape into his mouth, trying to look innocent. Before he had a chance to bite down and break the fruit’s skin, Robert leaned forward for a kiss, tongue darting into his mouth to snatch away the grape. “Hey! Was going to eat that.” He frowned and Robert only smiled, chewing, then once again leaned down, and Alan could taste the grape on Robert’s tongue as it traced his teeth and rubbed against his own.
They talked some more after that until Alan had to pause to yawn. “Bed time for you,” Robert told him.
Alan frowned. “Seems like I have been spending most of my time sleeping.”
“Well, if you are good,” Robert leaned down to give him one last kiss before standing, “I will let you stay up later tomorrow.”
“Your generosity is astounding.”
Robert returned with a couple of pills and Alan used the last of his juice to swallow them with. Then he removed the tray and helped Alan back down into a laying position, then tucked him in. He brushed his lips to Alan’s forehead, then gave him a lingering kiss. As he straightened and made to step away, Alan’s hand grabbed his arm, keeping him from leaving.
“Don’t go.”
He was feeling quite drained from the day. His expression must have changed, because his arm was let go and he was beckoned towards the bed. “Fine,” he relented. “Need to change.”
“In here.”
“Pardon?”
“I want to watch.”
“Pervert.”
“Come on, you know you love it.”
Robert’s cheeks tinted red, but he did start to slowly remove his clothing. He told himself that he was being extra slow for Alan, not because he was enjoying the attentiveness from the bed. Alan protested when he redressed for sleeping, earning a dirty look and a threat of finding a better place to sleep. He turned off the lamp, pulled back the covers, and moved towards the body heat. Wasn’t long until he felt a hand on his bare leg, trying to work its way up his boxers. “Alan!”
“What?” There was that innocence emitting from him again
“Your hand.”
“Is it being bad again?”
“Goodnight, Alan.”
Alan sighed and removed his hand, joining it with his other across his stomach. He stared up at the dark ceiling. He was growing to hate sleeping on his back. He shifted. Then shifted again. His eyelids felt heavy, but he was dreadfully uncomfortable.
Robert was laying on his stomach and could feel Alan’s frustration radiating every time he shifted. He moved closer, pressing his leg against Alan’s and slipping a hand under his shirt to rest above the bandages and over his heart, moving his thumb in soothing circles. Alan covered the hand with his own, his shirt sandwiched between them. “Go to sleep. I will be here in the morning,” Robert said softly, hearing Alan happily sigh at his voice. He felt the heartbeat under his fingers and his hand rose and fell with each breath. As the beat slowed and the breaths became deeper, so did Robert’s and they both fell asleep within moments.
05.07 That's What Friends are For
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 03 Touch
Word Count: 2027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert gets Alan safely home, and sees that he is happily on the road to healing.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Rise and Shine
The cab drew up to Alan's flat and Robert noticed that Alan had drifted off while leaning against his shoulder, their hands still clasped together. Now Robert was not quite sure how to wake him up. He raised his shoulder and used his free hand to gently shake Alan and finally he saw the curls start to move of their own accord. Robert watched Alan lean back into his own space and try to orient himself and took the opportunity to slip money to the cabby, ignoring the wink he was given. He slid out of the cab, hurried to the other door, then opened it and helped Alan out. He felt Alan grimace at the movement, still sore. Slowly they walked up to the front door, Robert digging out his key and opening the door. He looked at Alan, shaking the key. "Your present came in handy."
Alan smiled, still not completely himself. He followed Robert through the door and closed it, shutting out the world, then leaned heavily against it.
Robert looked at him and used his fingers to raise Alan's chin, planting a gentle kiss on his lips, welcoming Alan home. “You need rest, let's get you to bed."
Alan laughed quietly and gestured for him to lead the way towards the bedroom, but Robert insisted that he help and slowly they made their way down the hall. Once safely into the small bedroom, Alan sat down on the bed, wincing as the move pulled on his stitches.
Robert disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and returned with an antibiotic, a pain pill, and a glass of water. He found Alan making an attempt to get his shoes off. He quickly hurried over, setting the pills and water on the nightstand and stopping Alan’s movements with a hand to his knee.
With a weak smile, Alan leaned back, letting Robert take over. Shoes and socks first then, with a little help from Alan, he took off his pants and let him relax as he worked on the buttons on his shirt. Alan looked up and smiled. "In my fantasies, I envisioned you ripping my kit off; this is not exactly what I had in mind."
Robert kissed him. “Someday when you are better,” he promised, heading over to a dresser and finding some pajamas. Robert quickly helped Alan get dressed, doing his best to ignore and not think about the wound. He reached for the pills and water, handing them to Alan, who wrinkled his nose, but took them anyway. He helped Alan lay flat and tucked him in, then stood to leave.
“Stay,” Alan called out, sounding a little panicked.
Robert walked back over to the bed. “Just going to grab a book. I’ll be right back.” He gave Alan’s hand a squeeze before going into the living room where he kept his things. Robert dug around in his bag, picking up a book he had remembered seeing Hugh pack for him, then walked back in to the bedroom. Alan was almost asleep and cracked opened his eyes when he felt the bed shift as Robert settled in next to him. Alan scooted closer, and Robert and turned onto his side, running his hand through Alan's curls, then watched Alan's breaths even out as he fell into a deep sleep.
Robert rolled back onto his back and grabbed his book, but was unable to concentrate; his eyes kept drifting over to the sleeping man next to him. He glanced to the clock on the wall and winced. It wouldn’t be too long until it was dinnertime and the cupboards were, quite literally, bare. So a little shopping would be in order if there was going to be a dinner.
Not looking at Alan, because it would only make his odds of being able to leave decrease, Robert slid away from his side, trying to keep the bedsprings as quiet as possible. Only once he was standing did he look back down at the snoozing man. And again he realized just how real this was. Not just the accident, but all of it.
He made sure to scribble a quick note before he left, leaving it on top of his book that he left by Alan’s side. Robert hoped that Alan would remain sleeping while he was gone. As he reached for the coat hung by the door, his fingers brushed a familiar material, and he smiled at the sweater.
The sweater kept him extra warm as he overlapped the edges of the jacket around his middle, then set off down the street, headed for a small market place he had seen several times in passing.
***
Robert returned within an hour, two bags in his arms. He managed to keep from dropping them as he let himself back into the flat, still trying to be quiet. He needn’t have bothered. As he looked into the bedroom after leaving the bags in the kitchen, Alan had the pillows propped under his head and was reading the book that was left.
“You could have left something more interesting,” Alan complained to hide his relief when he glanced up to see that his Robert had came back.
Robert sat on the side of the bed and snatched the book away. “It was a gift.”
“You musta really ticked someone off, then. And you made me lose my place.”
“Thought you said it was boring?”
“It…is.” He glanced past the book. “Hold on. That garment looks awfully familiar.”
Robert’s face colored when he noticed that he had forgotten to remove the sweater. “It was cold out, and…” He noticed the smile breaking out across Alan’s face. “What?”
“Looks good on you.” He reached out to brush his fingers across Robert’s chest.
Robert covered Alan’s hand with his own, giving it a squeeze. “You hungry?”
“What’s on the menu?” Alan turned his hand around to grip Robert’s and tried to pull him closer.
“Asked the fly of the spider.”
“But I want to be the spider, because the spider always gets his fly.” He had succeeded in pulling Robert close enough to brush their lips together. He licked his lips, tickling his tongue against Robert’s in the process.
“Hey, I’m not on the menu.” Robert’s protest lacked strength, then a tongue was in his mouth and he couldn’t talk at all. After a few-minute tongue war, Robert finally had to pull away, eyes lingering on lips a brief second before he quickly stood, clearing his throat. Back to business.
After a little more time insisting that he was not on the menu and one more kiss where Alan tried to prove otherwise, Robert was able to escape into the kitchen. He took his time chopping up bits of fruit and laying out toast and cheese slices on a tray, hoping that the urge to jump his friend would leave for the time being.
“You’d better not be having a quick wank in there! Very unhygienic in the kitchen!”
Robert almost knocked over the tray when he heard Alan’s call. He shook his head and carried the food to the bedroom, setting the tray down on the empty side of the bed.
Alan eyed the tray with interest, quite pleased with Robert’s job of shopping. There was a bowl of grapes, and a platter with sliced pears and apples, baby carrots lining the sides. There was another little bowl of dip with celery and a few more carrots around the base. And last, but not least, was a banana that had been taken from its peel, chopped into round disks, then put back together in its skin. Robert left for a moment to bring a pitcher of juice, two glasses, and a little plate of cheese and warm toast, then helped him sit up, two pillows tucked behind his head.
When Robert sat down in the chair next to the bed, Alan had started to protest, wanting Robert on the bed as well, but when he realized that Robert would have to lean over him to get to the tray, he bit his tongue. Alan tucked into the meal, eating slowly, savoring each bite, and taking frequent sips of his juice. He still had a bad case of cottonmouth from the hospital, and he wondered if there would ever be a time when he didn’t feel dehydrated.
They chatted while they ate, and Robert made up elaborate ‘excuses’ for Alan’s accident, the best being that the prop had been looking for trouble, tried to make a go for the camera, and Alan sacrificed himself to save the day’s footage. Yes, most were even stranger than that.
“How much longer are you mine?” Alan asked during a comfortable lull in the conversation.
“Forever.”
“Cheeky.” He tried to swipe at Robert’s nose, but the man leaned out of the way.
“Day after tomorrow.” Robert’s smile dimmed some, and he looked away. Then a grape bounced off his glasses, snapping him from his mood. He turned back, giving Alan a suspicious look.
Alan put a grape into his mouth, trying to look innocent. Before he had a chance to bite down and break the fruit’s skin, Robert leaned forward for a kiss, tongue darting into his mouth to snatch away the grape. “Hey! Was going to eat that.” He frowned and Robert only smiled, chewing, then once again leaned down, and Alan could taste the grape on Robert’s tongue as it traced his teeth and rubbed against his own.
They talked some more after that until Alan had to pause to yawn. “Bed time for you,” Robert told him.
Alan frowned. “Seems like I have been spending most of my time sleeping.”
“Well, if you are good,” Robert leaned down to give him one last kiss before standing, “I will let you stay up later tomorrow.”
“Your generosity is astounding.”
Robert returned with a couple of pills and Alan used the last of his juice to swallow them with. Then he removed the tray and helped Alan back down into a laying position, then tucked him in. He brushed his lips to Alan’s forehead, then gave him a lingering kiss. As he straightened and made to step away, Alan’s hand grabbed his arm, keeping him from leaving.
“Don’t go.”
He was feeling quite drained from the day. His expression must have changed, because his arm was let go and he was beckoned towards the bed. “Fine,” he relented. “Need to change.”
“In here.”
“Pardon?”
“I want to watch.”
“Pervert.”
“Come on, you know you love it.”
Robert’s cheeks tinted red, but he did start to slowly remove his clothing. He told himself that he was being extra slow for Alan, not because he was enjoying the attentiveness from the bed. Alan protested when he redressed for sleeping, earning a dirty look and a threat of finding a better place to sleep. He turned off the lamp, pulled back the covers, and moved towards the body heat. Wasn’t long until he felt a hand on his bare leg, trying to work its way up his boxers. “Alan!”
“What?” There was that innocence emitting from him again
“Your hand.”
“Is it being bad again?”
“Goodnight, Alan.”
Alan sighed and removed his hand, joining it with his other across his stomach. He stared up at the dark ceiling. He was growing to hate sleeping on his back. He shifted. Then shifted again. His eyelids felt heavy, but he was dreadfully uncomfortable.
Robert was laying on his stomach and could feel Alan’s frustration radiating every time he shifted. He moved closer, pressing his leg against Alan’s and slipping a hand under his shirt to rest above the bandages and over his heart, moving his thumb in soothing circles. Alan covered the hand with his own, his shirt sandwiched between them. “Go to sleep. I will be here in the morning,” Robert said softly, hearing Alan happily sigh at his voice. He felt the heartbeat under his fingers and his hand rose and fell with each breath. As the beat slowed and the breaths became deeper, so did Robert’s and they both fell asleep within moments.
05.07 That's What Friends are For