The Best Part of Waking Up 8.9
Title: The Best Part of Waking Up
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.9
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 20 Need
Word Count: 667
Rating: R
Summary: They wake up with the dawn.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Seeing Things
Robert blinked at the fuzzy shapes that were outlined with sun. He fell into bed at about three in the morning. It had been a long night shooting, but it was Saturday, which meant he was able to sleep in. Stretching, he reached his arms out to the sleeping form next to him.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Robert whispered into Alan’s ear, remembering how Alan had stayed up waiting for him, and how they had both fallen into bed and drifted off with barely a kiss.
“Mrmgph.”
Robert had no idea what time it was, but he knew they only had dinner with Hugh tonight, so they could spend all day here, if they wanted, doing whatever they wanted. Robert ran his hand up Alan’s arm and then wrapped him in an embrace. Everything seemed slower and softer in the morning.
Alan responded, tilting his head back and squeezing Robert’s hand in response, his legs slipping in between Robert’s, softly caressing the warm body pressed against him.
Robert’s body had already begun to respond and he nuzzled closer. The feel of Alan’s body, hard and soft under his fingers, was more than enough of an invitation. He watched as a lazy smile crept up Alan’s face and he knew what they both wanted this morning. His fingers became more active, the touching more earnest. He ran a hand down Alan’s chest, slowly encircling a nipple, kisses dropped to shoulder as the nipple hardened in response.
A small groan escaped Alan’s lips, and his body lengthened, stiffening in a long stretch, and relaxing back into Robert’s embrace. “This is the way to wake up.” The words dripped and slurred off his sleepy lips.
Robert buried his laugh in Alan’s hair, his desire to feel all of him growing more urgent. Breaking free of the embrace, he leaned over to get out what he needed and waited for a comment about the magical nightstand moving with them to LA, but Alan reached out a hand to touch him gently instead.
Two fingers glistened with a clear gel found their way into Alan’s entrance and Robert’s body tingled at the single act; he felt he could get lost in the sensations. Everything was new and heightened this morning, and Robert wanted to remember each sensation.
Steadying himself, Robert pressed in slowly, feeling Alan’s body stiffen, and Robert paused, letting them both relax a little before he pressed in completely.
Their bodies molded together, and fell into an easy rhythm, Robert’s hand stoking Alan in time to his own strokes, nothing hurried, moving like the early dawn that was slowly waking up the city. Block by block, they both moved together to some end, enjoying the journey and not wanting to rush, the slow burn of passion engulfing them inch by inch, but not with the combustion that so often afflicted them. Today was different. Today was about enjoying the touch and feel of each other, appreciating the time they had and remembering these moments when they were apart.
Robert wanted to hold onto this. Forever. His free arm pulled Alan in tightly and he felt Alan wrap fingers around his hand, squeezing, squeezing his own cock in the process. Then they rocked together in perfect harmony, grunting and moaning in unison. Lazily drifting towards a completion, a joining of spirits.
Alan gasped and his body stiffened for a second before relaxing and tripping into the sea, awash with energy his orgasm rolled out of his body. He felt Robert’s teeth dig into his shoulder as he quickly fell after him, tumbling into the abyss, feeling warmth and tingling twist their bodies together.
Robert took care of cleaning them up before sinking back into bed. Wrapping Alan up in an embrace again, their breaths slowly wound down. Alan reached a hand out to find Robert’s fingers, grasping them in between his. They fell asleep, adrift in the emotion, not worrying about getting up to seize the day, content to just enjoy this moment.
8.10 I Spy With My Little Eye
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.9
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 20 Need
Word Count: 667
Rating: R
Summary: They wake up with the dawn.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Seeing Things
Robert blinked at the fuzzy shapes that were outlined with sun. He fell into bed at about three in the morning. It had been a long night shooting, but it was Saturday, which meant he was able to sleep in. Stretching, he reached his arms out to the sleeping form next to him.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Robert whispered into Alan’s ear, remembering how Alan had stayed up waiting for him, and how they had both fallen into bed and drifted off with barely a kiss.
“Mrmgph.”
Robert had no idea what time it was, but he knew they only had dinner with Hugh tonight, so they could spend all day here, if they wanted, doing whatever they wanted. Robert ran his hand up Alan’s arm and then wrapped him in an embrace. Everything seemed slower and softer in the morning.
Alan responded, tilting his head back and squeezing Robert’s hand in response, his legs slipping in between Robert’s, softly caressing the warm body pressed against him.
Robert’s body had already begun to respond and he nuzzled closer. The feel of Alan’s body, hard and soft under his fingers, was more than enough of an invitation. He watched as a lazy smile crept up Alan’s face and he knew what they both wanted this morning. His fingers became more active, the touching more earnest. He ran a hand down Alan’s chest, slowly encircling a nipple, kisses dropped to shoulder as the nipple hardened in response.
A small groan escaped Alan’s lips, and his body lengthened, stiffening in a long stretch, and relaxing back into Robert’s embrace. “This is the way to wake up.” The words dripped and slurred off his sleepy lips.
Robert buried his laugh in Alan’s hair, his desire to feel all of him growing more urgent. Breaking free of the embrace, he leaned over to get out what he needed and waited for a comment about the magical nightstand moving with them to LA, but Alan reached out a hand to touch him gently instead.
Two fingers glistened with a clear gel found their way into Alan’s entrance and Robert’s body tingled at the single act; he felt he could get lost in the sensations. Everything was new and heightened this morning, and Robert wanted to remember each sensation.
Steadying himself, Robert pressed in slowly, feeling Alan’s body stiffen, and Robert paused, letting them both relax a little before he pressed in completely.
Their bodies molded together, and fell into an easy rhythm, Robert’s hand stoking Alan in time to his own strokes, nothing hurried, moving like the early dawn that was slowly waking up the city. Block by block, they both moved together to some end, enjoying the journey and not wanting to rush, the slow burn of passion engulfing them inch by inch, but not with the combustion that so often afflicted them. Today was different. Today was about enjoying the touch and feel of each other, appreciating the time they had and remembering these moments when they were apart.
Robert wanted to hold onto this. Forever. His free arm pulled Alan in tightly and he felt Alan wrap fingers around his hand, squeezing, squeezing his own cock in the process. Then they rocked together in perfect harmony, grunting and moaning in unison. Lazily drifting towards a completion, a joining of spirits.
Alan gasped and his body stiffened for a second before relaxing and tripping into the sea, awash with energy his orgasm rolled out of his body. He felt Robert’s teeth dig into his shoulder as he quickly fell after him, tumbling into the abyss, feeling warmth and tingling twist their bodies together.
Robert took care of cleaning them up before sinking back into bed. Wrapping Alan up in an embrace again, their breaths slowly wound down. Alan reached a hand out to find Robert’s fingers, grasping them in between his. They fell asleep, adrift in the emotion, not worrying about getting up to seize the day, content to just enjoy this moment.
8.10 I Spy With My Little Eye