The Last Wake Up 8.13
Title: The Last Wake Up
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.13
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 13 Not Enough
Word Count: 1633
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Goodbye sex is always good
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Out With the Cast
Note: We will be back Monday with chapter 9. Keep a look out! And we treasure all of your comments. It is nice knowing that there are a few of you out there who are reading!
Robert felt a warm hand slide across his hip and onto his chest, and soon he was enveloped by Alan's warmth, soft kisses being dropped along his shoulder blade.
"This I will miss." Alan said between each kiss.
Robert could only nod as he tightened his hold. He wanted to remember this moment. Have another snapshot to pull out on a lonely day.
Alan rubbed his thumb along Robert's clenched fist, threading their fingers together when the hand finally relaxed. He squeezed gently and continued to drop kisses, gentle and with no clear intent, up Robert's neck.
Robert pushed back a little and finally rolled onto his back, his hand still locked in an embrace with Alan's. "I will too." His voice cracked and he coughed softly to hide his emotions.
Alan saw Robert’s glistening eyes. He smiled softly. “Going to expect a lot of e-mails from you. Need to plan our next get together.” He brought the joined hands to his lips, shifting his so he could kiss Robert’s.
Robert kept his hand at Alan’s mouth, fingers brushing cheek, as Alan’s hand moved down his arm, up and across his shoulder, neck, then brushing away a stray forgotten tear. They pulled closer, lips brushing, foreheads touching. Robert’s breathing was heavy when he whispered into Alan’s ear, “Spare condom and lube under my pillow.” He could feel his neck turning red as Alan chuckled softly and fished around under the pillows.
“Did you want me do to something with these?” Alan rolled over on top of Robert, then sat up so he was looking down.
“Yes,” Robert breathed, the warm weight that was pressing him firmly against the mattress was about to be his undoing.
“Yes?” Alan drawled, feeling Robert squirm underneath him.
“Fuck me.” Robert had his eyes closed, but now he opened them, taking in Alan’s raised eyebrows. “Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Alan kissed him then, stretching out so he could rub the entire length of his body against Robert’s, pressing a warm wet kiss on his shoulder, neck, lips. As he kissed him, he rolled one of Robert’s nipples between his fingers and rubbed their erections together with a slow movement from his hips. He loved the feel of Robert groaning into his mouth, so he rocked their hips together, and again, and again. He had to force himself to stop. Robert had given him an order, after all.
Alan sat up. Straddling Robert’s thighs, he ran his hands down the heaving chest, pausing to massage his nipples before continuing downward, to just below the navel, and back up again. He leaned down to give Robert one more kiss as he grabbed the condom and shifted so he was between Robert’s knees. Then he resumed the gentle exploration. His fingers stilled and he got lost in the moment, freezing and just feeling the warmth around the room and under his fingertips, enveloping them both someplace safe
He was brought back to the room by a gentle touch, Robert's hand reaching out to brush his arm. Alan bent forward and pressed his lips to Robert's, their mouths opening in unison, both content to just feel the warm wetness joining them together this one last time. Mouths moved slowly together just for the enjoyment of feeling teeth, lips and tongue press against each other.
Alan felt his body grow hard, his desire quickly rising and he pressed wet kisses down Robert's body, stopping for a moment when he felt Robert’s fingers tangle in his hair. He wanted to do everything at once; be in Robert, have Robert press into him, kiss him all over, leaving no bit of skin untouched. He wanted to remember Robert’s small callus on his finger from playing the guitar, the bruise on his hip from the night they lost track of where they were and crashed into the door. He wanted to remember the small scar that ran across his knee from when he was six and crashed his bike. It was too much sometimes to want everything, knowing that tomorrow he would once again long for the connection and not be able to have it. Each time they met, it seemed to grow stronger and the warm envelope they existed in seemed more durable, the outside world mattering less and less. Alan knew they would need to deal with the world out there, but tonight was not about that. Tonight was about remembering how wonderful their own world could be, how wonderful and intoxicating it could be to be loved and to love someone else, freely, without any worries.
Alan's kisses stopped at Robert's hip. He looked up the lax body and drew some lazy circles in the sheen of sweat that covered his chest before he sat up. With deliberate slowness, he pressed two fingers into Robert's body, brushing a finger lightly over his growing hardness at the same time. He heard Robert’s breath catch, then quicken, hips shifting, urging him in deeper. He added a third and twisted them slowly as he ripped open the condom with his teeth and prepared himself. “Ready, love?” he asked, stilling his fingers and waiting for an answer.
Robert nodded frantically and hooked his legs and feet behind Alan’s back.
Alan pulled his fingers free and leaned forward, lining himself up at Robert's entrance, feeling limbs tighten around him. He pressed his lips to Robert's slick hot skin tasting the saltiness of his neck as he pressed forward into Robert's heat, sucking in a breath and feeling the oxygen ignite in his lungs. Once he was inside, he pulled himself up and looked down at Robert. His body stilled, and he felt his heartbeat racing in his chest.
Robert's heart was racing as well, his eyes squeezed shut. He was still adjusting to the invasion, slowly gulping air, legs wrapped tightly around Alan’s middle, pulling him in tighter.
Alan felt Robert's hands griping his back, fingers pressing into the flesh and leaving fingerprints in the damp skin. He hoped that the marks would stay so that he could look at them and remember this moment, those hands, frozen in time. His hazel eyes gazed down at the body that was below him. It was beautiful; Robert's mouth gapped open, grasping air, eyes squeezed shut, small lines forming like a sun burst around his lids. Alan put his weight onto one arm and used his free hand to outline Robert's face, tracing the jaw line and up across his forehead. He leaned forward and, cupping Robert's face, kissed him gently.
Robert's lips melted open, his tongue snaking out to taste the sweat on Alan's lip. Alan shuddered and interrupted his slow rhythm and Robert groaned at the lack of movement, watching Alan break into a wide grin, and start slowly rocking his hips. Robert ran his hand up Alan's back to his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
Wrapped into and around each other, neither was ready to let go. Alan had to leave for his flight in two hours, and then they had no idea when they would be able to taste each other and touch each other again. Slowly an urgency grew between them, the tension and passion rising as they fed off each other. Alan rested his head on Robert's shoulder and he felt Robert's finger tips dig into his skin, pulling him tighter to his chest.
Alan gulped breath and increased his pace, their bodies sliding easily together, slick with sweat. Robert's legs slid from Alan’s back and down his thighs, eventually falling to the side, allowing Alan to press deeper, trapping Robert's erection between their bellies. Alan steadied himself back up on his hands, no longer able to prolong the inevitable, starting to push harder and harder into the groaning body underneath him. Finally he felt a knowing prickle race up the back of his legs and paralyze him for a split second before his body took over, wrenching a cry from Alan as it emptied itself. He brought his hand down to
Robert's erection, fingers brushing along the outline, grazing from root to tip.
Robert arched his back upwards and threw back his head, panting, keening, looking, wanting, needing to follow Alan. His orgasm slammed into him, his body pressed hard into the bed, spilling his semen all over his chest, panting, trying to catch the breath that was rushing from his lungs.
Alan laid down on top of him, not minding the mess, planting a kiss against his neck and holding on for dear life, not wanting to let go, ever. He felt a hand brush through his hair and leaned back to look at Robert.
Robert’s hair was plastered to his forehead, eyes damp, with sweat or tears it was hard to tell. Perhaps both.
As one, they looked over at the clock, and Alan could feel Robert’s grip tightening, face pressing against his shoulder. They rolled to their sides and Alan rubbed his hand up and down Robert’s back and watched the minutes tick away over his shoulder. “We have enough time for a shower,” Alan finally said, but the grip refused to loosen. “If I go smelling like sex, who knows the odd people who will try to gab at me.”
Robert sighed against Alan’s skin, kissing the shoulder softly before releasing.
***
Robert watched from the window as Alan’s cab pulled away. He tried to convince himself that the past two weeks hadn’t happened, that he was still waiting for Alan to arrive, the memories yet to be created. After a half hour, he left his perch and returned to the bedroom with a heavy sigh, straightening sheets and pillows, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent that still haunted the room.
9.01 Welcome Connection
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.13
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 13 Not Enough
Word Count: 1633
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Goodbye sex is always good
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Out With the Cast
Note: We will be back Monday with chapter 9. Keep a look out! And we treasure all of your comments. It is nice knowing that there are a few of you out there who are reading!
Robert felt a warm hand slide across his hip and onto his chest, and soon he was enveloped by Alan's warmth, soft kisses being dropped along his shoulder blade.
"This I will miss." Alan said between each kiss.
Robert could only nod as he tightened his hold. He wanted to remember this moment. Have another snapshot to pull out on a lonely day.
Alan rubbed his thumb along Robert's clenched fist, threading their fingers together when the hand finally relaxed. He squeezed gently and continued to drop kisses, gentle and with no clear intent, up Robert's neck.
Robert pushed back a little and finally rolled onto his back, his hand still locked in an embrace with Alan's. "I will too." His voice cracked and he coughed softly to hide his emotions.
Alan saw Robert’s glistening eyes. He smiled softly. “Going to expect a lot of e-mails from you. Need to plan our next get together.” He brought the joined hands to his lips, shifting his so he could kiss Robert’s.
Robert kept his hand at Alan’s mouth, fingers brushing cheek, as Alan’s hand moved down his arm, up and across his shoulder, neck, then brushing away a stray forgotten tear. They pulled closer, lips brushing, foreheads touching. Robert’s breathing was heavy when he whispered into Alan’s ear, “Spare condom and lube under my pillow.” He could feel his neck turning red as Alan chuckled softly and fished around under the pillows.
“Did you want me do to something with these?” Alan rolled over on top of Robert, then sat up so he was looking down.
“Yes,” Robert breathed, the warm weight that was pressing him firmly against the mattress was about to be his undoing.
“Yes?” Alan drawled, feeling Robert squirm underneath him.
“Fuck me.” Robert had his eyes closed, but now he opened them, taking in Alan’s raised eyebrows. “Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Alan kissed him then, stretching out so he could rub the entire length of his body against Robert’s, pressing a warm wet kiss on his shoulder, neck, lips. As he kissed him, he rolled one of Robert’s nipples between his fingers and rubbed their erections together with a slow movement from his hips. He loved the feel of Robert groaning into his mouth, so he rocked their hips together, and again, and again. He had to force himself to stop. Robert had given him an order, after all.
Alan sat up. Straddling Robert’s thighs, he ran his hands down the heaving chest, pausing to massage his nipples before continuing downward, to just below the navel, and back up again. He leaned down to give Robert one more kiss as he grabbed the condom and shifted so he was between Robert’s knees. Then he resumed the gentle exploration. His fingers stilled and he got lost in the moment, freezing and just feeling the warmth around the room and under his fingertips, enveloping them both someplace safe
He was brought back to the room by a gentle touch, Robert's hand reaching out to brush his arm. Alan bent forward and pressed his lips to Robert's, their mouths opening in unison, both content to just feel the warm wetness joining them together this one last time. Mouths moved slowly together just for the enjoyment of feeling teeth, lips and tongue press against each other.
Alan felt his body grow hard, his desire quickly rising and he pressed wet kisses down Robert's body, stopping for a moment when he felt Robert’s fingers tangle in his hair. He wanted to do everything at once; be in Robert, have Robert press into him, kiss him all over, leaving no bit of skin untouched. He wanted to remember Robert’s small callus on his finger from playing the guitar, the bruise on his hip from the night they lost track of where they were and crashed into the door. He wanted to remember the small scar that ran across his knee from when he was six and crashed his bike. It was too much sometimes to want everything, knowing that tomorrow he would once again long for the connection and not be able to have it. Each time they met, it seemed to grow stronger and the warm envelope they existed in seemed more durable, the outside world mattering less and less. Alan knew they would need to deal with the world out there, but tonight was not about that. Tonight was about remembering how wonderful their own world could be, how wonderful and intoxicating it could be to be loved and to love someone else, freely, without any worries.
Alan's kisses stopped at Robert's hip. He looked up the lax body and drew some lazy circles in the sheen of sweat that covered his chest before he sat up. With deliberate slowness, he pressed two fingers into Robert's body, brushing a finger lightly over his growing hardness at the same time. He heard Robert’s breath catch, then quicken, hips shifting, urging him in deeper. He added a third and twisted them slowly as he ripped open the condom with his teeth and prepared himself. “Ready, love?” he asked, stilling his fingers and waiting for an answer.
Robert nodded frantically and hooked his legs and feet behind Alan’s back.
Alan pulled his fingers free and leaned forward, lining himself up at Robert's entrance, feeling limbs tighten around him. He pressed his lips to Robert's slick hot skin tasting the saltiness of his neck as he pressed forward into Robert's heat, sucking in a breath and feeling the oxygen ignite in his lungs. Once he was inside, he pulled himself up and looked down at Robert. His body stilled, and he felt his heartbeat racing in his chest.
Robert's heart was racing as well, his eyes squeezed shut. He was still adjusting to the invasion, slowly gulping air, legs wrapped tightly around Alan’s middle, pulling him in tighter.
Alan felt Robert's hands griping his back, fingers pressing into the flesh and leaving fingerprints in the damp skin. He hoped that the marks would stay so that he could look at them and remember this moment, those hands, frozen in time. His hazel eyes gazed down at the body that was below him. It was beautiful; Robert's mouth gapped open, grasping air, eyes squeezed shut, small lines forming like a sun burst around his lids. Alan put his weight onto one arm and used his free hand to outline Robert's face, tracing the jaw line and up across his forehead. He leaned forward and, cupping Robert's face, kissed him gently.
Robert's lips melted open, his tongue snaking out to taste the sweat on Alan's lip. Alan shuddered and interrupted his slow rhythm and Robert groaned at the lack of movement, watching Alan break into a wide grin, and start slowly rocking his hips. Robert ran his hand up Alan's back to his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
Wrapped into and around each other, neither was ready to let go. Alan had to leave for his flight in two hours, and then they had no idea when they would be able to taste each other and touch each other again. Slowly an urgency grew between them, the tension and passion rising as they fed off each other. Alan rested his head on Robert's shoulder and he felt Robert's finger tips dig into his skin, pulling him tighter to his chest.
Alan gulped breath and increased his pace, their bodies sliding easily together, slick with sweat. Robert's legs slid from Alan’s back and down his thighs, eventually falling to the side, allowing Alan to press deeper, trapping Robert's erection between their bellies. Alan steadied himself back up on his hands, no longer able to prolong the inevitable, starting to push harder and harder into the groaning body underneath him. Finally he felt a knowing prickle race up the back of his legs and paralyze him for a split second before his body took over, wrenching a cry from Alan as it emptied itself. He brought his hand down to
Robert's erection, fingers brushing along the outline, grazing from root to tip.
Robert arched his back upwards and threw back his head, panting, keening, looking, wanting, needing to follow Alan. His orgasm slammed into him, his body pressed hard into the bed, spilling his semen all over his chest, panting, trying to catch the breath that was rushing from his lungs.
Alan laid down on top of him, not minding the mess, planting a kiss against his neck and holding on for dear life, not wanting to let go, ever. He felt a hand brush through his hair and leaned back to look at Robert.
Robert’s hair was plastered to his forehead, eyes damp, with sweat or tears it was hard to tell. Perhaps both.
As one, they looked over at the clock, and Alan could feel Robert’s grip tightening, face pressing against his shoulder. They rolled to their sides and Alan rubbed his hand up and down Robert’s back and watched the minutes tick away over his shoulder. “We have enough time for a shower,” Alan finally said, but the grip refused to loosen. “If I go smelling like sex, who knows the odd people who will try to gab at me.”
Robert sighed against Alan’s skin, kissing the shoulder softly before releasing.
***
Robert watched from the window as Alan’s cab pulled away. He tried to convince himself that the past two weeks hadn’t happened, that he was still waiting for Alan to arrive, the memories yet to be created. After a half hour, he left his perch and returned to the bedroom with a heavy sigh, straightening sheets and pillows, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent that still haunted the room.
9.01 Welcome Connection