Crazy and Drooling, RM/DK, Numb3rs RPS
Title: Crazy and Drooling
Author: penguingal
Rating: Let's call it R
Pairing: RM/DK
Warnings: RPS *eep*
Disclaimer: LIES DAMN LIES AND STATISTICS (other words, don't know them, I made it up)
Feedback: oh please oh please
A/N: Inspired by the first photo here and this one (thanks nina_ds and slick_puppy). Kids, the RPS writes itself. I couldn't resist! Enjoy.
"Has Rob seen these yet?" David asked Nick over his shoulder as he clicked through the fan site. He bit his lip anxiously. Rob would not be pleased.
"Well, the one that's in TV Guide everyone has seen," Nick said, putting film in his camera, "but unless Rob has suddenly become computer-savvy, I don't think he's seen the others. Why?"
"Nothing. No reason. Do you know where he is right now?"
"He should be back in his trailer by now." Nick's brow creased. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
David smiled. "I'm sure. The pictures are great, as always. I'm sure the buckets of fangirl drool will reach epic proportions. I'll catch you later." He left Nick's trailer, trying not to run as he headed across the lot to Rob's. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention -- well any more attention. He knocked on the door and slipped inside.
"That you David?" Rob called from the back, sticking his head around the partition. He straightened his shirt, pulling on his own softer clothes after shedding Don's identity. "Hey," he smiled, "what's up?"
"I didn't know," David blurted.
Rob's brow creased in almost characteristic Don confusion. "Didn't know what?"
David sighed and threw himself on Rob's sofa. "I didn't know Nick was taking our picture."
"You mean that TV Guide thing? Hey, I was trying to tackle you. And anyway it made a nice shot." Rob sat next to him, putting his hand on his knee and looking at him closely.
"No, Rob. Listen, Nick took a picture of us. I had my arm around your shoulder and I was squeezing you, my hand on your other shoulder and I'm looking at you like-like I don't know and you're smiling that big, warm smile that always makes me weak and Nick posted it. On the fan site. And now the fangirls are drooling and I just know--they think I don't but I do--I know they've figured it out and some of them are going to write about it and there'll be rumors and and I'm sorry but you smile like that and I just can't help it--"
Rob finally cut him off with a hard kiss, earning a surprised squeak. When he pulled back, David opened his mouth to speak again, but Rob lunged forward, kissing him, slipping his tongue into David's mouth. He kissed him slow and wet, waiting until his squeaks of protest dissolved into soft moans of pleasure. David's hands came up, caressing his back and running along his arms, and Rob figured it was safe to ease back. "It's okay, David."
"It is?" he blinked, still loosely held in Rob's embrace.
"Yeah, of course it is," Rob smiled, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I don't care about rumors or fans or fangirls. Let them think what they want. All I care about is you."
David's wide brown eyes blinked at him before a smile crept across his face. He lunged, ending up half in Rob's lap, half on the sofa, pulling frantically on Rob's shoulders as they kissed, trying to get as close as he could to him. His fingers slipped under the hem of Rob's shirt, teasing the soft skin at the small of his back and earning a gasp and a shallow shudder from the other man.
Turning his head, Rob nipped at David's neck, careful not to mark or bruise. "Just watch out for Cheryl. She's the craziest fangirl of them all." He grinned into David's skin.
"Well, in that case, it's probably not my ass I'd have to worry about, is it?" he teased, reaching down to squeeze Rob.
Rob laughed. "Probably not." He kissed David again, hungry and fierce. "Speaking of asses," he smacked David's lightly, "get yours in that bed. Now."
"Wouldn't you rather take me home, fuck me senseless?" David purred, pulling Rob's earlobe between his teeth.
"Can't wait for you that long. Been waiting all day," Rob grunted, starting to kiss his way down David's throat. "Bed. Now."
David sat back a little, looking at Rob's eyes and shivering at the raw lust he saw. He scrambled back off Rob's lap, followed immediately by the man himself and giggled when Rob kicked the flimsy trailer bedroom door behind him, shaking the frame.
Author: penguingal
Rating: Let's call it R
Pairing: RM/DK
Warnings: RPS *eep*
Disclaimer: LIES DAMN LIES AND STATISTICS (other words, don't know them, I made it up)
Feedback: oh please oh please
A/N: Inspired by the first photo here and this one (thanks nina_ds and slick_puppy). Kids, the RPS writes itself. I couldn't resist! Enjoy.
"Has Rob seen these yet?" David asked Nick over his shoulder as he clicked through the fan site. He bit his lip anxiously. Rob would not be pleased.
"Well, the one that's in TV Guide everyone has seen," Nick said, putting film in his camera, "but unless Rob has suddenly become computer-savvy, I don't think he's seen the others. Why?"
"Nothing. No reason. Do you know where he is right now?"
"He should be back in his trailer by now." Nick's brow creased. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
David smiled. "I'm sure. The pictures are great, as always. I'm sure the buckets of fangirl drool will reach epic proportions. I'll catch you later." He left Nick's trailer, trying not to run as he headed across the lot to Rob's. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention -- well any more attention. He knocked on the door and slipped inside.
"That you David?" Rob called from the back, sticking his head around the partition. He straightened his shirt, pulling on his own softer clothes after shedding Don's identity. "Hey," he smiled, "what's up?"
"I didn't know," David blurted.
Rob's brow creased in almost characteristic Don confusion. "Didn't know what?"
David sighed and threw himself on Rob's sofa. "I didn't know Nick was taking our picture."
"You mean that TV Guide thing? Hey, I was trying to tackle you. And anyway it made a nice shot." Rob sat next to him, putting his hand on his knee and looking at him closely.
"No, Rob. Listen, Nick took a picture of us. I had my arm around your shoulder and I was squeezing you, my hand on your other shoulder and I'm looking at you like-like I don't know and you're smiling that big, warm smile that always makes me weak and Nick posted it. On the fan site. And now the fangirls are drooling and I just know--they think I don't but I do--I know they've figured it out and some of them are going to write about it and there'll be rumors and and I'm sorry but you smile like that and I just can't help it--"
Rob finally cut him off with a hard kiss, earning a surprised squeak. When he pulled back, David opened his mouth to speak again, but Rob lunged forward, kissing him, slipping his tongue into David's mouth. He kissed him slow and wet, waiting until his squeaks of protest dissolved into soft moans of pleasure. David's hands came up, caressing his back and running along his arms, and Rob figured it was safe to ease back. "It's okay, David."
"It is?" he blinked, still loosely held in Rob's embrace.
"Yeah, of course it is," Rob smiled, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I don't care about rumors or fans or fangirls. Let them think what they want. All I care about is you."
David's wide brown eyes blinked at him before a smile crept across his face. He lunged, ending up half in Rob's lap, half on the sofa, pulling frantically on Rob's shoulders as they kissed, trying to get as close as he could to him. His fingers slipped under the hem of Rob's shirt, teasing the soft skin at the small of his back and earning a gasp and a shallow shudder from the other man.
Turning his head, Rob nipped at David's neck, careful not to mark or bruise. "Just watch out for Cheryl. She's the craziest fangirl of them all." He grinned into David's skin.
"Well, in that case, it's probably not my ass I'd have to worry about, is it?" he teased, reaching down to squeeze Rob.
Rob laughed. "Probably not." He kissed David again, hungry and fierce. "Speaking of asses," he smacked David's lightly, "get yours in that bed. Now."
"Wouldn't you rather take me home, fuck me senseless?" David purred, pulling Rob's earlobe between his teeth.
"Can't wait for you that long. Been waiting all day," Rob grunted, starting to kiss his way down David's throat. "Bed. Now."
David sat back a little, looking at Rob's eyes and shivering at the raw lust he saw. He scrambled back off Rob's lap, followed immediately by the man himself and giggled when Rob kicked the flimsy trailer bedroom door behind him, shaking the frame.