Shampoo 7.17
Title: Shampoo
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.17
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 30 Rain
Word Count: 1445
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is more than one way to say goodbye.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Lie In
Alan was fishing the last bits of cereal from his bowl of milk when Robert came stumbling into the kitchen. “Morning, Love,” Alan greeted him cheerfully. Robert’s eyes were barely open and his hair was tousled nearly to the point of having to chop it to get the tangles out. In short, Alan thought he looked adorable. He waited for Robert to give a large yawn and sit down next to him before holding up Robert’s glasses.
Robert blinked at his glasses a few times before slowly reaching out for them. “Why do you have my glasses?”
“You left them here last night.”
“Why would I--” The memory came back. “Oh. Um, where did you find them?”
Alan could barely contain his grin. “Over there next to the toaster oven.”
Robert blushed as he snatched his glasses back and put them on.
“You hungry?” Alan asked innocently.
Robert groaned. That was the question that had started it all. He peered at Alan’s bowl of milk. “If you are done with that, just toss in some more cereal.”
It was Robert’s last day in London; he would be leaving later that afternoon. Neither talked about it. Neither wanted to even think about it. So Alan brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat back, watching Robert slowly wake up over a cup of coffee and his bowl of cornflakes.
They continued to sit at the table in companionable silence. “I’m going to go take a shower,” Alan finally announced.
Robert looked up from his coffee cup, curious.
“Want to join me?”
“Your shower is too small for what you have in mind.”
“Well, you will just have to come and find out.”
Robert swallowed thickly as Alan stood and walked past him, brushing fingers across his cheek and neck. His hesitation lasted all of five seconds before he got up and tagged along.
Alan had already removed his shirt and had his thumbs hooked under the band in his pants, ready to yank them down, when Robert walked in. He turned his back to him as he slowly lowered them. “Showering with your clothes on?” he asked, when it became obvious that Robert wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.
“Just admiring the view.” Robert blushed when Alan turned to look at him.
“View’s better inside.” And Alan stepped inside the shower stall.
Robert almost ripped his shirt trying to remove it in record time. Once sans clothes, he tapped on the shower stall door.
“Come in, Love, water’s hot.”
“Not the only thing that’s hot,” Robert said softly to himself.
There really wasn’t that much room in the stall, Robert had not been joking. Once he had joined Alan, if each leaned against opposite walls, there would be hardly a foot in between them. Not like they would want that much space. Now? Now there was less than an inch separating their bodies, and Alan slowly adjusted the shower spray to cascade over them both.
Robert closed his eyes and tilted his head, leaning into the spray. He felt lips against his own and opened his mouth to Alan’s tongue and a few stray drops of water.
Alan slowly pulled back and waited for Robert to open his eyes, then smiled at the dazed look on his boyfriend’s face. He tilted the water spray against a wall and reached for the shampoo, watching Robert track his every movement. He squeezed a quarter-sized amount onto his palm, then slowly rubbed his hands together, creating fluffy foam.
Robert smiled and let out a small laugh, the sound evaporating into the water like the steam that billowed up around them, as Alan started lathering his hair, taking his time, fingers dancing along his scalp. Robert tilted his head to kiss the inside of Alan’s arm, lightly sucking on the skin. He felt Alan’s hands still. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Alan’s hands moved to his shoulders, thumbs stretching to rub against his throat. He swallowed, feeling dizzy. Slick hands traveled down the planes of his chest, rubbing, exploring, marking with little soap bubbles. Robert shivered despite the heat. When Alan grabbed his cock, Robert opened his mouth in a silent scream. It took all of his willpower to say “Stop” in a voice that could be heard over the beat of the shower.
Alan froze immediately and withdrew his hand, concerned.
Robert smiled reassuringly. He leaned forward, lips centimeters away from Alan’s ear. “Me next,” he whispered, feeling the other man tremble against him, hearing a low groan at his words despite the pounding of the water. He fumbled for the shampoo, nearly dropping it in his efforts to get some from bottle to palm to damp curls. He became transfixed with this new form of intimacy as he rubbed and massaged in the shampoo. When he finished, Alan’s hair was standing up in little spikes. He admired his handiwork, then put his soapy hands on Alan’s back, pulling him in to a kiss.
Alan reached up and tilted the showerhead so they could rinse the shampoo from their hair. Then he moved it once more to keep the water from their faces. He slid his hand between their bodies and grabbed Robert’s cock, pausing to see if there would be any sort of interruption this time. The small noise against his lips didn’t seem negative, so he tightened his grip.
Robert leaned back against the shower wall and blinked droplets of water from his eyes. Then he reached down to grab Alan…
The two men’s world narrowed. They stroked each other to some unidentifiable rhythm. Robert wrapped his free arm around Alan’s shoulders and rested his head against his cheek. “Faster, I need…” Robert groaned and picked up the pace to match Alan’s. The hand on his hip tightened and the rush of water became a roar.
Alan was breathing so hard that he was panting. He squeezed his eyes closed as his vision started to blur and he heard his name in his ear, being spoken over and over again like a mantra. Or a prayer.
Robert was the first to come, scream muffled by Alan’s neck, and he pumped Alan harder, trying to get him over the edge as well, which he did with a gasp and Robert’s name on his lips.
They gripped each other tightly, hands now on waists. Who was holding up who, neither knew. Slowly the sounds of the shower came back to them. Robert shivered despite the heat from the water and the steam billowing up, and pulled back to look up into Alan’s eyes. “Too bad you can’t come home to LA with me: My shower is much larger,” he said wistfully.
Alan turned off the shower and leaned in to give Robert a kiss. “Why not?” he asked, lips still against Robert’s.
“Why not what?” Robert was distracted by trying to get his tongue into Alan’s mouth.
“Go home with you.”
“You just want me for my shower.”
“As long as you’re in it.”
Robert pulled back far enough to see Alan’s face. “Wait. Are you serious? You want to fly to LA with me?”
Alan lowered his head and nodded. “If you are sick of me and don’t want me to, I’ll understand. It’s just that I have nothing planned for the whole month.” He waited a beat. “Forget it,” he mumbled, slipping past Robert and leaving the stall.
Robert only hesitated a few seconds before hurrying after. He snagged Alan’s hand before he could flee dripping from the bathroom and gently turned him around, resting his hands on Alan’s shoulders. “Alan, there is nothing that I would want more than to have you fly to LA to be with me.”
“But?”
“No buts.”
Alan searched Robert’s eyes. He then glanced behind Robert and groaned when he caught the time. “I will get a flight as soon as I can. You need to leave in about 30 minutes.”
Robert dropped a quick kiss against Alan’s cheek. “I will get the apartment ready for you. For some reason, I am not dreading saying goodbye this time.”
Alan swatted Robert out of the bathroom. “Get dressed. I need to call and see when the next available flight is.” He leaned against the doorframe and watched Robert dress and shove the last of his things into his suitcase. This was a good morning, one of the mornings he thought that they would make it. Alan felt a wave of emotions overtake him for a second, then he gathered himself and walked into the living room to see about a flight to LA.
8.01 Ten Stories Alan heard on his flight to LA
Wow, 17 parts and chapter 7 is finally complete! Never thought that we would get there! We are taking a five-day break to continue working on story 8. Thanks to everyone who has been sticking with us and the boys! Love knowing that you are all enjoying it. :-)
Now, remember to get to the airport 2 hours before departure and we will see you on the plane in 5 days!
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.17
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 30 Rain
Word Count: 1445
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is more than one way to say goodbye.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Lie In
Alan was fishing the last bits of cereal from his bowl of milk when Robert came stumbling into the kitchen. “Morning, Love,” Alan greeted him cheerfully. Robert’s eyes were barely open and his hair was tousled nearly to the point of having to chop it to get the tangles out. In short, Alan thought he looked adorable. He waited for Robert to give a large yawn and sit down next to him before holding up Robert’s glasses.
Robert blinked at his glasses a few times before slowly reaching out for them. “Why do you have my glasses?”
“You left them here last night.”
“Why would I--” The memory came back. “Oh. Um, where did you find them?”
Alan could barely contain his grin. “Over there next to the toaster oven.”
Robert blushed as he snatched his glasses back and put them on.
“You hungry?” Alan asked innocently.
Robert groaned. That was the question that had started it all. He peered at Alan’s bowl of milk. “If you are done with that, just toss in some more cereal.”
It was Robert’s last day in London; he would be leaving later that afternoon. Neither talked about it. Neither wanted to even think about it. So Alan brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat back, watching Robert slowly wake up over a cup of coffee and his bowl of cornflakes.
They continued to sit at the table in companionable silence. “I’m going to go take a shower,” Alan finally announced.
Robert looked up from his coffee cup, curious.
“Want to join me?”
“Your shower is too small for what you have in mind.”
“Well, you will just have to come and find out.”
Robert swallowed thickly as Alan stood and walked past him, brushing fingers across his cheek and neck. His hesitation lasted all of five seconds before he got up and tagged along.
Alan had already removed his shirt and had his thumbs hooked under the band in his pants, ready to yank them down, when Robert walked in. He turned his back to him as he slowly lowered them. “Showering with your clothes on?” he asked, when it became obvious that Robert wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.
“Just admiring the view.” Robert blushed when Alan turned to look at him.
“View’s better inside.” And Alan stepped inside the shower stall.
Robert almost ripped his shirt trying to remove it in record time. Once sans clothes, he tapped on the shower stall door.
“Come in, Love, water’s hot.”
“Not the only thing that’s hot,” Robert said softly to himself.
There really wasn’t that much room in the stall, Robert had not been joking. Once he had joined Alan, if each leaned against opposite walls, there would be hardly a foot in between them. Not like they would want that much space. Now? Now there was less than an inch separating their bodies, and Alan slowly adjusted the shower spray to cascade over them both.
Robert closed his eyes and tilted his head, leaning into the spray. He felt lips against his own and opened his mouth to Alan’s tongue and a few stray drops of water.
Alan slowly pulled back and waited for Robert to open his eyes, then smiled at the dazed look on his boyfriend’s face. He tilted the water spray against a wall and reached for the shampoo, watching Robert track his every movement. He squeezed a quarter-sized amount onto his palm, then slowly rubbed his hands together, creating fluffy foam.
Robert smiled and let out a small laugh, the sound evaporating into the water like the steam that billowed up around them, as Alan started lathering his hair, taking his time, fingers dancing along his scalp. Robert tilted his head to kiss the inside of Alan’s arm, lightly sucking on the skin. He felt Alan’s hands still. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Alan’s hands moved to his shoulders, thumbs stretching to rub against his throat. He swallowed, feeling dizzy. Slick hands traveled down the planes of his chest, rubbing, exploring, marking with little soap bubbles. Robert shivered despite the heat. When Alan grabbed his cock, Robert opened his mouth in a silent scream. It took all of his willpower to say “Stop” in a voice that could be heard over the beat of the shower.
Alan froze immediately and withdrew his hand, concerned.
Robert smiled reassuringly. He leaned forward, lips centimeters away from Alan’s ear. “Me next,” he whispered, feeling the other man tremble against him, hearing a low groan at his words despite the pounding of the water. He fumbled for the shampoo, nearly dropping it in his efforts to get some from bottle to palm to damp curls. He became transfixed with this new form of intimacy as he rubbed and massaged in the shampoo. When he finished, Alan’s hair was standing up in little spikes. He admired his handiwork, then put his soapy hands on Alan’s back, pulling him in to a kiss.
Alan reached up and tilted the showerhead so they could rinse the shampoo from their hair. Then he moved it once more to keep the water from their faces. He slid his hand between their bodies and grabbed Robert’s cock, pausing to see if there would be any sort of interruption this time. The small noise against his lips didn’t seem negative, so he tightened his grip.
Robert leaned back against the shower wall and blinked droplets of water from his eyes. Then he reached down to grab Alan…
The two men’s world narrowed. They stroked each other to some unidentifiable rhythm. Robert wrapped his free arm around Alan’s shoulders and rested his head against his cheek. “Faster, I need…” Robert groaned and picked up the pace to match Alan’s. The hand on his hip tightened and the rush of water became a roar.
Alan was breathing so hard that he was panting. He squeezed his eyes closed as his vision started to blur and he heard his name in his ear, being spoken over and over again like a mantra. Or a prayer.
Robert was the first to come, scream muffled by Alan’s neck, and he pumped Alan harder, trying to get him over the edge as well, which he did with a gasp and Robert’s name on his lips.
They gripped each other tightly, hands now on waists. Who was holding up who, neither knew. Slowly the sounds of the shower came back to them. Robert shivered despite the heat from the water and the steam billowing up, and pulled back to look up into Alan’s eyes. “Too bad you can’t come home to LA with me: My shower is much larger,” he said wistfully.
Alan turned off the shower and leaned in to give Robert a kiss. “Why not?” he asked, lips still against Robert’s.
“Why not what?” Robert was distracted by trying to get his tongue into Alan’s mouth.
“Go home with you.”
“You just want me for my shower.”
“As long as you’re in it.”
Robert pulled back far enough to see Alan’s face. “Wait. Are you serious? You want to fly to LA with me?”
Alan lowered his head and nodded. “If you are sick of me and don’t want me to, I’ll understand. It’s just that I have nothing planned for the whole month.” He waited a beat. “Forget it,” he mumbled, slipping past Robert and leaving the stall.
Robert only hesitated a few seconds before hurrying after. He snagged Alan’s hand before he could flee dripping from the bathroom and gently turned him around, resting his hands on Alan’s shoulders. “Alan, there is nothing that I would want more than to have you fly to LA to be with me.”
“But?”
“No buts.”
Alan searched Robert’s eyes. He then glanced behind Robert and groaned when he caught the time. “I will get a flight as soon as I can. You need to leave in about 30 minutes.”
Robert dropped a quick kiss against Alan’s cheek. “I will get the apartment ready for you. For some reason, I am not dreading saying goodbye this time.”
Alan swatted Robert out of the bathroom. “Get dressed. I need to call and see when the next available flight is.” He leaned against the doorframe and watched Robert dress and shove the last of his things into his suitcase. This was a good morning, one of the mornings he thought that they would make it. Alan felt a wave of emotions overtake him for a second, then he gathered himself and walked into the living room to see about a flight to LA.
8.01 Ten Stories Alan heard on his flight to LA
Wow, 17 parts and chapter 7 is finally complete! Never thought that we would get there! We are taking a five-day break to continue working on story 8. Thanks to everyone who has been sticking with us and the boys! Love knowing that you are all enjoying it. :-)
Now, remember to get to the airport 2 hours before departure and we will see you on the plane in 5 days!