Waiting for Robert 7.4
Title: Waiting for Robert
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 41 Divine
Word Count: 1837
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan waits for Robert to come home.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Opening Night.
Alan stood in the back of the theater, watching Robert, never taking his eyes off him as he carefully made his way through the maze of well-wishers, giving each one a slice of undivided attention. Alan enjoyed seeing him so relaxed and happy. He felt the familiar presence just before he was joined in the shadows.
“Figured you would have popped up here,” Stephen spoke, following Alan’s gaze. “Your director is in a bit of a panicky snit since you disappeared.”
Alan snorted. “I left him a note.”
“’Back by tea time tomorrow’ are not the best words to soothe the savage man.”
“Howard can sod off.”
“Funny. I pretty much told him the same thing.”
“He called you?”
“Panicky snit, remember? I think he made contact with everyone you have glanced at in the last five years. He thinks you have flown the proverbial coop, thinking there is some left over anger residing from some…phone conversation?”
Alan smiled, choosing not to elaborate. “So you came here to spy on me?”
“One has to satisfy one’s own curiosity. And Howard will not hear one syllable from me. Serve the blighter right to stew for a tad.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.” Alan watched Robert duck back behind the stage and emerge with a coat, heading towards the front of the theater. "That would be my cue." A huge grin spread across his face.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do," Stephen kidded.
Alan turned around and shook his head, raising his eyebrows at Stephen. "I think there is a fair chance that I can promise that to you."
Stephen patted Alan on the back and wandered off, but Alan didn’t see him leave. His attentions were focussed elsewhere.
As Robert walked past, Alan fell into step next to him, nearly causing Robert to trip over his own feet in surprise. “Alan! I thought you would be gone by now!”
“Would be boring at home without you.” He hurried ahead to hail a cab.
***
The cab ride was silent, neither man wanting to let the cabby know that they were more than friends. That didn't stop hands from glancing touches across the darkened cab.
Alan was just turning towards Robert after he had closed the flat door, mouth open to speak, when Robert literally pounced on him, planting kisses against his mouth, neck, and bare chest. As Alan was dragged towards the bedroom, he wondered how Robert had managed to remove his shirt without him noticing.
Robert’s hands were too busy with the skin they had already bared to take off Alan’s pants or any of his own clothes, only leaving him for a few seconds to push him back onto the bed, Robert crawling on top. “Ready for your payback?” Robert had leaned forward, grinding against Alan as he asked the question.
Alan’s eyes fluttered closed and he nodded, biting his bottom lip to keep from begging. When Robert kissed his cheek, he tilted his head back, inviting those lips to move to his throat, where they made a brief rest stop before moving down his chest. Alan felt Robert pause. “Is anything wrong?”
Robert lightly brushed a finger over Alan’s thin scar, suddenly reminded of the last time that they were together. “No. Nothing’s wrong,” he finally answered, brushing his lips over the marred skin and reaching up to tease Alan’s nipples, feeling a quiver against his mouth. He made a lazy circle around the tender skin with his tongue as he slid a hand to Alan’s stomach, sliding his fingers a fraction of an inch down the front of his pants.
Alan flung his arm out towards the nightstand and squirmed enough towards it to pull the drawer and grab a few necessary items. It took Robert a moment to notice, and he sat back and grunted his appreciation of Alan's forethought, then returned to the task at hand, or in this case, mouth.
Robert unfastened Alan’s pants with a practiced twitch of his wrist and worked them off, planting kisses as the skin was exposed. As he licked across Alan’s hipbone, moving his fingers along his side, he felt hands gently urging him up to a kiss.
Alan shook his legs, kicking his pants and underwear off and sweeping them to the floor with a flick of his foot, and wrapped them around Robert. Holding him in place pressed against his chest, Alan's erection pressing into Robert’s khakis. He worked his hands down, then under the thin cotton shirt and pulled it up over Robert’s head, decorating the now-naked chest in a trail of kisses. His hands trailed down Robert's body and under his waistband to squeeze his ass. Robert moaned and ground his pelvis against him, making Alan desperately want to feel skin rubbing against him. He fumbled, trying to find a way to get the pants off the body he had trapped against him. Finally Robert, smiling, pressed himself back and worked them off, stopping for a second to take in the sight of Alan laying naked amongst a mess of sheets, eyes glassy and hungry, his body shining in the dim moonlight. "I thought I was promised payback.” He squirmed under the hungry glare.
"Some one is in a rush." Robert laid on his side next to Alan and pressed a slow kiss to his shoulder.
"I am impatient, I want... now."
"I was always told that us Americans were the impatient ones," Robert joked and propped himself up, covering Alan's mouth with his own before Alan could toss back a smart ass response.
Robert's fingers trailed across Alan's pectoral muscle and over his abs, slowly working their way down his body. He smiled when Alan lifted up, craving the touch and needing more, whimpering then moaning against his mouth when his fingers grazed his erection and slid around the shaft. Alan’s hand joined his and moved Robert's hand down lower, and he paused to search Alan’s eyes.
Alan returned Robert’s look, complete adoration and utter trust in his eyes. He pulled Robert down to kiss him, then pressed the lube into one of his hands.
“You are impatient," Robert laughed, eyes crinkling. He moved down Alan’s body, making quick work of preparing him and rolling a condom onto himself. Then he leaned back over and was immediately enveloped by a set of legs, pressing him closer. “Very impatient!” They both smiled.
They stared at each other, maintaining eye contact, saying volumes with a shared look that neither could say with words, their bodies screaming at each other, praying that their messages were received loud and clear. Alan interrupted the wordless conversation with a slow thrust backwards, pressing himself closer to Robert. He reached out.
Robert was aware of a hand wrapping around his hip, pulling him forward, he rested his hands on either side of Alan's chest and slowly entered him. The hand on his hip glided upwards across his back, finally coming to rest on his shoulder, nails lightly digging into to his skin. Robert slowed down, wanting to feel everything that was spinning around him; the hot pressure of skin to skin contact; the dull prick of Alan's short nails making crescents on his skin; tightness gripping his cock as he slowly moved in and out; a cool breeze tickling his feet from the open window; the fading rush from being on stage again in front of an audience. His whole body tingled, he had never felt more alive, and he was doing everything he could to hold on, to keep touching this feeling for a little while longer, feeling on top of the world. Gasping and gulping air, he tried to let Alan know how perfect this moment was, but words came out as big puffs of air.
Not understanding, or perhaps because he understood only too well, Alan cupped Robert's head and pulled him into a kiss that was passionate, distracting Robert just enough to suspend his feeling for a few more moments. And then it started in the balls of his feet, that rush of prickling up his spine, signaling the beginning of the end. Pressing his head into the crook of Alan's shoulder, Robert pushed himself back and grabbed Alan's cock with a now free hand, stroking and pulling, racing with him to the end.
Alan stopped thinking and the world around him became meshed in a rainbow of colors, a lightshow behind Alan's eyes. Kissing was the last thing he seemed in control of as they neared the finish line. He felt it first in Robert as his strokes became less assured and more erratic. Robert lost the painstakingly slow pace and replaced it with something disjointed. Alan's body craved it. Robert's hand on is cock was all he needed to find his way across the line. His climax came in a swoop and, as Alan gripped the sheets and arched his back, he heard Robert's own release. There were the twin gasps of air, shaking body, cold shirt brushing between them, Robert's trembling body finally sliding out and sinking down into Alan's embrace. Then there was nothing.
Alan awoke a short time later and gave a little sigh. He felt the arms around him tighten and pull him in close.
"You are leaving soon, aren’t you?” Robert asked, breath tickling against Alan’s shoulder.
Alan turned his head away from Robert to look at the clock. "About six more hours, then grabbing a train back." He felt Robert press him closer, not speaking. "I hear you pouting. I snuck off the set, and I need to get back to before the press has a field day with ‘Alan Davies Leaves Set in Huff’ hits the tabloids." He paused and pressed a few kisses to the side of Robert's neck. "And I will be back in a fortnight, then you get me all to yourself. Till you get bored with me."
Robert kissed the top of Alan’s head. "That won't happen, never." He buried his head in the crook between shoulder and neck, giving him a delicate kiss. "It would be a shame to waste the next six hours just sleeping." Slowing he drug his hand up Alan's side and then back down again, feeling Alan sigh contentedly in his ear.
***
Robert woke when he felt the air around him stir and a kiss being pressed to his lips. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find Alan, fully dressed, sitting on the bed beside him. He blinked the last bit of sleep from his eyes and sat up. “Can you stay for a little bit longer?”
"I need to go." He leaned down for a quick kiss and felt Robert's hand on the back of his head and he gave in, letting the kiss deepen. It was hard to leave, but Alan knew that the movie was almost ready to wrap. He just needed to head back and behave himself, so that it will be over all the faster.
7.5 Together Again
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 41 Divine
Word Count: 1837
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan waits for Robert to come home.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Opening Night.
Alan stood in the back of the theater, watching Robert, never taking his eyes off him as he carefully made his way through the maze of well-wishers, giving each one a slice of undivided attention. Alan enjoyed seeing him so relaxed and happy. He felt the familiar presence just before he was joined in the shadows.
“Figured you would have popped up here,” Stephen spoke, following Alan’s gaze. “Your director is in a bit of a panicky snit since you disappeared.”
Alan snorted. “I left him a note.”
“’Back by tea time tomorrow’ are not the best words to soothe the savage man.”
“Howard can sod off.”
“Funny. I pretty much told him the same thing.”
“He called you?”
“Panicky snit, remember? I think he made contact with everyone you have glanced at in the last five years. He thinks you have flown the proverbial coop, thinking there is some left over anger residing from some…phone conversation?”
Alan smiled, choosing not to elaborate. “So you came here to spy on me?”
“One has to satisfy one’s own curiosity. And Howard will not hear one syllable from me. Serve the blighter right to stew for a tad.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.” Alan watched Robert duck back behind the stage and emerge with a coat, heading towards the front of the theater. "That would be my cue." A huge grin spread across his face.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do," Stephen kidded.
Alan turned around and shook his head, raising his eyebrows at Stephen. "I think there is a fair chance that I can promise that to you."
Stephen patted Alan on the back and wandered off, but Alan didn’t see him leave. His attentions were focussed elsewhere.
As Robert walked past, Alan fell into step next to him, nearly causing Robert to trip over his own feet in surprise. “Alan! I thought you would be gone by now!”
“Would be boring at home without you.” He hurried ahead to hail a cab.
***
The cab ride was silent, neither man wanting to let the cabby know that they were more than friends. That didn't stop hands from glancing touches across the darkened cab.
Alan was just turning towards Robert after he had closed the flat door, mouth open to speak, when Robert literally pounced on him, planting kisses against his mouth, neck, and bare chest. As Alan was dragged towards the bedroom, he wondered how Robert had managed to remove his shirt without him noticing.
Robert’s hands were too busy with the skin they had already bared to take off Alan’s pants or any of his own clothes, only leaving him for a few seconds to push him back onto the bed, Robert crawling on top. “Ready for your payback?” Robert had leaned forward, grinding against Alan as he asked the question.
Alan’s eyes fluttered closed and he nodded, biting his bottom lip to keep from begging. When Robert kissed his cheek, he tilted his head back, inviting those lips to move to his throat, where they made a brief rest stop before moving down his chest. Alan felt Robert pause. “Is anything wrong?”
Robert lightly brushed a finger over Alan’s thin scar, suddenly reminded of the last time that they were together. “No. Nothing’s wrong,” he finally answered, brushing his lips over the marred skin and reaching up to tease Alan’s nipples, feeling a quiver against his mouth. He made a lazy circle around the tender skin with his tongue as he slid a hand to Alan’s stomach, sliding his fingers a fraction of an inch down the front of his pants.
Alan flung his arm out towards the nightstand and squirmed enough towards it to pull the drawer and grab a few necessary items. It took Robert a moment to notice, and he sat back and grunted his appreciation of Alan's forethought, then returned to the task at hand, or in this case, mouth.
Robert unfastened Alan’s pants with a practiced twitch of his wrist and worked them off, planting kisses as the skin was exposed. As he licked across Alan’s hipbone, moving his fingers along his side, he felt hands gently urging him up to a kiss.
Alan shook his legs, kicking his pants and underwear off and sweeping them to the floor with a flick of his foot, and wrapped them around Robert. Holding him in place pressed against his chest, Alan's erection pressing into Robert’s khakis. He worked his hands down, then under the thin cotton shirt and pulled it up over Robert’s head, decorating the now-naked chest in a trail of kisses. His hands trailed down Robert's body and under his waistband to squeeze his ass. Robert moaned and ground his pelvis against him, making Alan desperately want to feel skin rubbing against him. He fumbled, trying to find a way to get the pants off the body he had trapped against him. Finally Robert, smiling, pressed himself back and worked them off, stopping for a second to take in the sight of Alan laying naked amongst a mess of sheets, eyes glassy and hungry, his body shining in the dim moonlight. "I thought I was promised payback.” He squirmed under the hungry glare.
"Some one is in a rush." Robert laid on his side next to Alan and pressed a slow kiss to his shoulder.
"I am impatient, I want... now."
"I was always told that us Americans were the impatient ones," Robert joked and propped himself up, covering Alan's mouth with his own before Alan could toss back a smart ass response.
Robert's fingers trailed across Alan's pectoral muscle and over his abs, slowly working their way down his body. He smiled when Alan lifted up, craving the touch and needing more, whimpering then moaning against his mouth when his fingers grazed his erection and slid around the shaft. Alan’s hand joined his and moved Robert's hand down lower, and he paused to search Alan’s eyes.
Alan returned Robert’s look, complete adoration and utter trust in his eyes. He pulled Robert down to kiss him, then pressed the lube into one of his hands.
“You are impatient," Robert laughed, eyes crinkling. He moved down Alan’s body, making quick work of preparing him and rolling a condom onto himself. Then he leaned back over and was immediately enveloped by a set of legs, pressing him closer. “Very impatient!” They both smiled.
They stared at each other, maintaining eye contact, saying volumes with a shared look that neither could say with words, their bodies screaming at each other, praying that their messages were received loud and clear. Alan interrupted the wordless conversation with a slow thrust backwards, pressing himself closer to Robert. He reached out.
Robert was aware of a hand wrapping around his hip, pulling him forward, he rested his hands on either side of Alan's chest and slowly entered him. The hand on his hip glided upwards across his back, finally coming to rest on his shoulder, nails lightly digging into to his skin. Robert slowed down, wanting to feel everything that was spinning around him; the hot pressure of skin to skin contact; the dull prick of Alan's short nails making crescents on his skin; tightness gripping his cock as he slowly moved in and out; a cool breeze tickling his feet from the open window; the fading rush from being on stage again in front of an audience. His whole body tingled, he had never felt more alive, and he was doing everything he could to hold on, to keep touching this feeling for a little while longer, feeling on top of the world. Gasping and gulping air, he tried to let Alan know how perfect this moment was, but words came out as big puffs of air.
Not understanding, or perhaps because he understood only too well, Alan cupped Robert's head and pulled him into a kiss that was passionate, distracting Robert just enough to suspend his feeling for a few more moments. And then it started in the balls of his feet, that rush of prickling up his spine, signaling the beginning of the end. Pressing his head into the crook of Alan's shoulder, Robert pushed himself back and grabbed Alan's cock with a now free hand, stroking and pulling, racing with him to the end.
Alan stopped thinking and the world around him became meshed in a rainbow of colors, a lightshow behind Alan's eyes. Kissing was the last thing he seemed in control of as they neared the finish line. He felt it first in Robert as his strokes became less assured and more erratic. Robert lost the painstakingly slow pace and replaced it with something disjointed. Alan's body craved it. Robert's hand on is cock was all he needed to find his way across the line. His climax came in a swoop and, as Alan gripped the sheets and arched his back, he heard Robert's own release. There were the twin gasps of air, shaking body, cold shirt brushing between them, Robert's trembling body finally sliding out and sinking down into Alan's embrace. Then there was nothing.
Alan awoke a short time later and gave a little sigh. He felt the arms around him tighten and pull him in close.
"You are leaving soon, aren’t you?” Robert asked, breath tickling against Alan’s shoulder.
Alan turned his head away from Robert to look at the clock. "About six more hours, then grabbing a train back." He felt Robert press him closer, not speaking. "I hear you pouting. I snuck off the set, and I need to get back to before the press has a field day with ‘Alan Davies Leaves Set in Huff’ hits the tabloids." He paused and pressed a few kisses to the side of Robert's neck. "And I will be back in a fortnight, then you get me all to yourself. Till you get bored with me."
Robert kissed the top of Alan’s head. "That won't happen, never." He buried his head in the crook between shoulder and neck, giving him a delicate kiss. "It would be a shame to waste the next six hours just sleeping." Slowing he drug his hand up Alan's side and then back down again, feeling Alan sigh contentedly in his ear.
***
Robert woke when he felt the air around him stir and a kiss being pressed to his lips. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find Alan, fully dressed, sitting on the bed beside him. He blinked the last bit of sleep from his eyes and sat up. “Can you stay for a little bit longer?”
"I need to go." He leaned down for a quick kiss and felt Robert's hand on the back of his head and he gave in, letting the kiss deepen. It was hard to leave, but Alan knew that the movie was almost ready to wrap. He just needed to head back and behave himself, so that it will be over all the faster.
7.5 Together Again