Sandalwood 8.3
Title: Sandalwood
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 38 Chocolate
Word Count: 1460
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rub a dub dub-two men in a tub (need we say more?)
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Welcome to LA LA Land
Alan pushed back the curtain and looked at the single tap, unsure of how to use it. He felt Robert envelope him in a loose embrace, reaching around him with an arm and turning the knob before pulling it out, causing the water to cascade down from the showerhead. "Easy as that?" Alan asked, turning around.
"Yes,” Robert answered, placing a gentle kiss on Alan’s cheek. He stepped back and pulled his t-shirt over his head and laughed as Alan took advantage and trailed fingers down his chest, making him shiver. "Hey, your fingers are cold."
"Any idea how to warm them?" Alan slipped his own shirt off and placed his hands on his waistband, looking up at Robert.
"I know several ways. " Robert stepped out of his pants and boxers and moved closer, running his hand across Alan's face, cupping it and looking into his eyes, still trying to convince himself that it wasn’t a dream, that he really did have someone like Alan in his life right now.
Alan felt the room heat up, from the hot water or the intense stare he was receiving, he wasn’t sure. He leaned forward and broke the spell with a gentle kiss, then turned to step into the large shower. "It is big." Alan let the rest of the sentence hang, checking Robert’s mood
"I have heard that before, but no complaints." Robert blushed, heart pounding, not too sure what to expect next as he followed Alan in.
"I am certainly not: It is perfect." Alan pulled Robert under the cascade of water and they both sighed as the hot water ran down their backs.
Robert rested his head on Alan's shoulder, enjoying a quiet moment under the water. "Long flight?"
"Not bad, but it was long. I'm surprisingly tired." Alan spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard, and ran his hands across Robert's back, soaking in the body heat, finding it more intense than the hot water, just enjoying the time in Robert's arms.
Robert straightened out and reached for his shampoo, placing a small amount in his hand and in Alan's. They both reached for each other, slowly working circles of suds into wet hair.
Alan leaned forward and pressed a heated kiss to Robert's mouth, opening and inviting him in, feeling the flight wash off of him, completely happy to stay right where he was, right where he wanted to be. He was pulled in tighter and they both felt the passion growing between them. Only one day apart, but the desire that they had split with was rekindled quickly.
Robert pulled back and he reached for Alan's hardening cock, but Alan brushed him away.
"I have a better idea." Alan kissed Robert’s shoulder and opened the shower curtain, reaching for his shower gel, lubricant, and a condom that he had placed close by. Alan wrapped an arm around Robert and pulled the slick hard body to his own. Robert tilted his head back onto Alan's shoulder and Alan couldn’t resist kissing the exposed neck, his free hand working the shower gel open.
Robert picked up on the unspoken direction and held out a hand. Alan smiled as he nibbled on Robert's shoulder, squeezing the shower gel onto his hand and Robert's. They both slowly ran their hands over each other's body, breaking the soft embrace, hands working slowly and reverently over each slick plane, finding every nook and cranny, memorizing sensitive spots and ticklish spots.
Robert shivered as Alan ghosted his fingers across his scrotum and sucked in a hard breath, shivering as a jolt ran up his spine. He braced his hand against the shower wall, trying to keep himself upright, his knees weakening.
Alan's fingers pressed into Robert's hips and back down to his groin, causing Robert to grit his teeth and reach out to touch Alan, trying to make him feel a little of the pleasure that he himself was feeling. Alan turned Robert around, the water jetting down and rinsing off the gel, leaving waves of the sandalwood spice cascading around their bodies. Back pressed to Alan's chest, Robert leaned back and kissed the side of Alan's head, whispering, "You smell good now."
Alan chuckled, fingers working open the tube of lubricant. Robert leaned forward and braced his hands on the shower wall, surprised at how badly he wanted and needed to feel connected to Alan. He knew that they would not get these moments again for a long time once Alan went back to London, and Robert wanted to make the most of it, wanted to take these memories with him, when he was alone at night, with Alan thousands of miles away.
Warm fingers invaded him and Robert shivered with anticipation, the shower spray sprinkling lightly against his skin, Alan's body blocking most of it. Robert felt a chill, the lack of warm water and the cool air creeping in from the bathroom. He wanted to feel more heat. Robert tried to press against the fingers as they stretched him, but a hand was steadying his hip, holding him still.
Alan lined himself up and slowly slid into Robert's body feeling the immediate acceptance, no hesitation to tension. He ran his hand ran up Robert's back, feeling the damp skin, rubbing and massaging it, as he started pressing in slowly, water still pounding against his back. He tilted his head back, water wetting him, hands tightening their hold, pressed firmly and flush against Robert. Alan closed his eyes and let the waves of pleasure run through his veins.
The hands on his hips and the cock inside of him were the only things keeping Robert upright. Alan started up a steady rhythm, feeling Robert's body pressing tightly to his with each forward motion…shallow strokes…slowly down…both savoring each moment, each stroke, water pounding in their ears, heated breaths pressed out forcefully, moans swallowed up the sound of the cascading water…Alan's hand grasped for Robert's hardness, finger wrapping around him.
Robert chanted quietly, nonsense words pressing out of his mouth. He reached back with one hand to touch Alan's back as his other braced himself against the wall. Water dripped off his hair and trailed down his stomach reaching his hardness and providing lubrication, aiding Alan's ability to find a smooth and steady action. One finger dipped down, rubbing his scrotum, causing Robert's hips to buck involuntarily.
The chanting was clearer now, yes, yes, yes, the words pouring out into the suddenly smaller space. This was all that mattered, this moment, this time. Robert wanted to hold on as long as he could, but the smell of Alan enveloped him; the closeness of the shower, the water scattering drops across them, the consistent feeling of fullness as Alan pressed into him…Robert grunted and felt the lightening crackle through his body and out. Spent, he leaned forward, feeling Alan refocus and speed up, sprinting to his own conclusion.
Both men out of breath after Alan finally came. He leaned over Robert's body as the evidence of what just transpired ran towards the drain and pressed lazy kisses to Robert's back until finally he straightened and seemed like he could stand again. Alan slid out and turned Robert around and kissed him, claiming his mouth as he had just claimed his body. Robert, satisfied, happily gave his mouth up. The kiss reminded him of melted chocolate clinging to a strawberry; warm, luscious, and Robert thought he could feast all day on the sweet and tangy treat.
"I think it is nap time." Alan's words were a little slower than usual as he was still catching his breath.
"Lovely idea," Robert reached around and turned the water off. He pulled back the curtain and reached out, grabbing a towel, and started to pat it over Alan's body, wiping away the wetness and leaving behind the essence of Alan, the scent of the shower gel clinging to his skin. Alan followed suit, using the other end of the towel, drying Robert, kissing each patch of skin as it was dried.
Both finally dry and skin cooled down, they stepped from the shower and scooped up their discarded clothing dropping them in the hamper. Wordlessly they reached for each other and, hand in hand, they walked into the bedroom. Robert pulled back the blankets and Alan crawled in, Robert following right after. He pulled the blankets closely around them, forming a tight safe and happy cocoon, and spooned up to Alan’s back. “Welcome to LA,” he whispered into Alan’s ear.
“Thanks,” Alan replied, already half asleep. “You know, they never mentioned this in the travel brochures.”
“No? Well, this is just for the VIPs.”
Chest to back, arm across stomach, smiles all around, they drifted asleep.
8.04 A Kiss is Just Kiss
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 38 Chocolate
Word Count: 1460
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rub a dub dub-two men in a tub (need we say more?)
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Welcome to LA LA Land
Alan pushed back the curtain and looked at the single tap, unsure of how to use it. He felt Robert envelope him in a loose embrace, reaching around him with an arm and turning the knob before pulling it out, causing the water to cascade down from the showerhead. "Easy as that?" Alan asked, turning around.
"Yes,” Robert answered, placing a gentle kiss on Alan’s cheek. He stepped back and pulled his t-shirt over his head and laughed as Alan took advantage and trailed fingers down his chest, making him shiver. "Hey, your fingers are cold."
"Any idea how to warm them?" Alan slipped his own shirt off and placed his hands on his waistband, looking up at Robert.
"I know several ways. " Robert stepped out of his pants and boxers and moved closer, running his hand across Alan's face, cupping it and looking into his eyes, still trying to convince himself that it wasn’t a dream, that he really did have someone like Alan in his life right now.
Alan felt the room heat up, from the hot water or the intense stare he was receiving, he wasn’t sure. He leaned forward and broke the spell with a gentle kiss, then turned to step into the large shower. "It is big." Alan let the rest of the sentence hang, checking Robert’s mood
"I have heard that before, but no complaints." Robert blushed, heart pounding, not too sure what to expect next as he followed Alan in.
"I am certainly not: It is perfect." Alan pulled Robert under the cascade of water and they both sighed as the hot water ran down their backs.
Robert rested his head on Alan's shoulder, enjoying a quiet moment under the water. "Long flight?"
"Not bad, but it was long. I'm surprisingly tired." Alan spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard, and ran his hands across Robert's back, soaking in the body heat, finding it more intense than the hot water, just enjoying the time in Robert's arms.
Robert straightened out and reached for his shampoo, placing a small amount in his hand and in Alan's. They both reached for each other, slowly working circles of suds into wet hair.
Alan leaned forward and pressed a heated kiss to Robert's mouth, opening and inviting him in, feeling the flight wash off of him, completely happy to stay right where he was, right where he wanted to be. He was pulled in tighter and they both felt the passion growing between them. Only one day apart, but the desire that they had split with was rekindled quickly.
Robert pulled back and he reached for Alan's hardening cock, but Alan brushed him away.
"I have a better idea." Alan kissed Robert’s shoulder and opened the shower curtain, reaching for his shower gel, lubricant, and a condom that he had placed close by. Alan wrapped an arm around Robert and pulled the slick hard body to his own. Robert tilted his head back onto Alan's shoulder and Alan couldn’t resist kissing the exposed neck, his free hand working the shower gel open.
Robert picked up on the unspoken direction and held out a hand. Alan smiled as he nibbled on Robert's shoulder, squeezing the shower gel onto his hand and Robert's. They both slowly ran their hands over each other's body, breaking the soft embrace, hands working slowly and reverently over each slick plane, finding every nook and cranny, memorizing sensitive spots and ticklish spots.
Robert shivered as Alan ghosted his fingers across his scrotum and sucked in a hard breath, shivering as a jolt ran up his spine. He braced his hand against the shower wall, trying to keep himself upright, his knees weakening.
Alan's fingers pressed into Robert's hips and back down to his groin, causing Robert to grit his teeth and reach out to touch Alan, trying to make him feel a little of the pleasure that he himself was feeling. Alan turned Robert around, the water jetting down and rinsing off the gel, leaving waves of the sandalwood spice cascading around their bodies. Back pressed to Alan's chest, Robert leaned back and kissed the side of Alan's head, whispering, "You smell good now."
Alan chuckled, fingers working open the tube of lubricant. Robert leaned forward and braced his hands on the shower wall, surprised at how badly he wanted and needed to feel connected to Alan. He knew that they would not get these moments again for a long time once Alan went back to London, and Robert wanted to make the most of it, wanted to take these memories with him, when he was alone at night, with Alan thousands of miles away.
Warm fingers invaded him and Robert shivered with anticipation, the shower spray sprinkling lightly against his skin, Alan's body blocking most of it. Robert felt a chill, the lack of warm water and the cool air creeping in from the bathroom. He wanted to feel more heat. Robert tried to press against the fingers as they stretched him, but a hand was steadying his hip, holding him still.
Alan lined himself up and slowly slid into Robert's body feeling the immediate acceptance, no hesitation to tension. He ran his hand ran up Robert's back, feeling the damp skin, rubbing and massaging it, as he started pressing in slowly, water still pounding against his back. He tilted his head back, water wetting him, hands tightening their hold, pressed firmly and flush against Robert. Alan closed his eyes and let the waves of pleasure run through his veins.
The hands on his hips and the cock inside of him were the only things keeping Robert upright. Alan started up a steady rhythm, feeling Robert's body pressing tightly to his with each forward motion…shallow strokes…slowly down…both savoring each moment, each stroke, water pounding in their ears, heated breaths pressed out forcefully, moans swallowed up the sound of the cascading water…Alan's hand grasped for Robert's hardness, finger wrapping around him.
Robert chanted quietly, nonsense words pressing out of his mouth. He reached back with one hand to touch Alan's back as his other braced himself against the wall. Water dripped off his hair and trailed down his stomach reaching his hardness and providing lubrication, aiding Alan's ability to find a smooth and steady action. One finger dipped down, rubbing his scrotum, causing Robert's hips to buck involuntarily.
The chanting was clearer now, yes, yes, yes, the words pouring out into the suddenly smaller space. This was all that mattered, this moment, this time. Robert wanted to hold on as long as he could, but the smell of Alan enveloped him; the closeness of the shower, the water scattering drops across them, the consistent feeling of fullness as Alan pressed into him…Robert grunted and felt the lightening crackle through his body and out. Spent, he leaned forward, feeling Alan refocus and speed up, sprinting to his own conclusion.
Both men out of breath after Alan finally came. He leaned over Robert's body as the evidence of what just transpired ran towards the drain and pressed lazy kisses to Robert's back until finally he straightened and seemed like he could stand again. Alan slid out and turned Robert around and kissed him, claiming his mouth as he had just claimed his body. Robert, satisfied, happily gave his mouth up. The kiss reminded him of melted chocolate clinging to a strawberry; warm, luscious, and Robert thought he could feast all day on the sweet and tangy treat.
"I think it is nap time." Alan's words were a little slower than usual as he was still catching his breath.
"Lovely idea," Robert reached around and turned the water off. He pulled back the curtain and reached out, grabbing a towel, and started to pat it over Alan's body, wiping away the wetness and leaving behind the essence of Alan, the scent of the shower gel clinging to his skin. Alan followed suit, using the other end of the towel, drying Robert, kissing each patch of skin as it was dried.
Both finally dry and skin cooled down, they stepped from the shower and scooped up their discarded clothing dropping them in the hamper. Wordlessly they reached for each other and, hand in hand, they walked into the bedroom. Robert pulled back the blankets and Alan crawled in, Robert following right after. He pulled the blankets closely around them, forming a tight safe and happy cocoon, and spooned up to Alan’s back. “Welcome to LA,” he whispered into Alan’s ear.
“Thanks,” Alan replied, already half asleep. “You know, they never mentioned this in the travel brochures.”
“No? Well, this is just for the VIPs.”
Chest to back, arm across stomach, smiles all around, they drifted asleep.
8.04 A Kiss is Just Kiss