Last Night 10.8
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Title: Last Night
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 69 Unity
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things continue to heat up. Also, see prompt number.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Thanksgiving Surprise
Alan took his time in the shower, slowly soaping up and rinsing. This was going to be his and Robert’s last night together at the cabin. He didn’t want to think of flying back to his cold flat in London, but he couldn’t help it. He finally shut off the water and toweled himself off. Then he wrapped a towel around his waist, took a deep breath of steamy air, and exited the bathroom, seeking out Robert.
The creak of the stairs announced Alan’s arrival and Robert looked up from his book. He was lying on his stomach in front of the fire, a wisp of blanket covering his ass and lower back. He closed his book and rested his chin on his forearms, tilting his head to watch Alan’s approach.
Alan folded himself down into a sitting position next to Robert, seated with his feet near Robert’s head, arms resting across his bent knees. “Find another poetry book?” he gave the book a small tap with his toe.
“Murder mystery.”
“A little mood reading? How romantic.”
“Well, the killer was involved with either the victim or the victim’s wife.”
Alan raised his eyebrows.
“Depending on the sex of the killer.” He pushed the book out of Alan’s toe’s reach. “And speaking of, are you going to join me, or do I have to snuggle with your feet?”
“What? They’re clean. And,” Alan laid backwards, “it will give me the perfect opportunity to cuddle with yours.” He rubbed a hand up Robert’s leg, from ankle to knee, dipping slightly under the sheet.
Robert rolled to his side, laughing as Alan wiggled his toes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?” Alan rolled to match Robert’s position, scooting close so he could kiss the top of his foot.
“If you are trying to make me fall for your feet, yes.”
Alan smiled, lips still pressed to skin. He whisked the sheet off Robert and closed the remaining distance between their hips, grinding them together.
Robert made a happy noise as the soft towel rubbed against his dick, then shivering when Alan did it again. He reached up for the towel, giving it a little tug. “Scoot down here.” He tugged again, trying to pull it off as well as beckon Alan at the same time, but the knot held.
Alan scooted down, or up as Robert saw it, planting kisses as he went. He felt fingers on his legs, nails pressing lightly into the skin, urging him to keep moving. “Sneaky,” he accused.
Robert rubbed Alan through his towel, feeling an exhale of warm breath against his upper leg. This time he moved down, so that the towel was just inches from his face. He reached down to Alan’s waist, feeling to undo the last barrier between their skin. He had almost forgotten where Alan’s own mouth must be at this point, so focussed on his own goal.
Alan ran his tongue along the crease between Robert’s leg and groin, feeling him twitch and jerk away. “Tickle?”
Instead of answering, Robert pulled the towel away, ignoring Alan’s now exposed cock in favor of showing Alan just how much it did tickle, hand against his ass to keep him from trying to escape.
“Hey!”
Robert smiled and pressed his face to Alan’s stomach and smiled broadly, and he nipped at the skin before he pulled away. He then ran his hands up Alan’s ass and drug his fingers lightly back down, feeling Alan shiver. “You smell all clean and soapy.” He pressed his face into Alan again and inhaled, humming against the skin.
Alan returned his attention to Robert’s thigh, drawing his tongue up the length of the muscle and resting at the vee of Robert’s legs. Alan pressed his mouth against the little canal and ran his tongue up as his hands went to work dragging up Robert’s legs, feeling them spread and wrap around his shoulders. Alan took advantage of the change of position to move his tongue to Robert’s hardening cock, and gave it a long slow lick from root to tip.
Robert’s head fell back and landed on the quilts. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of being wrapped around Alan. A hand rested on his hip, thumb ran back and forth slowly, stroking the smooth skin, Robert was basking in the attention from Alan’s hands and mouth and he started to get lost in the sensations. Robert felt like he was floating, wrapping himself safely around Alan’s body. He felt grounded to him, a part of him. They both began and ended together. A light scratch to his scrotum caused him to thrust his hips and snap back.
“Did you fall asleep?”
Robert chuckled and ran his hands up Alan’s legs and around his ass, dragging circles and watching Alan’s erection grow longer. He watched Alan’s body react as he touched, hard and soft, up his hip and down his inner thigh. He watched Alan’s thighs tighten, attempting to hold still. He smiled when Alan’s hips slowly rolled, gently, looking for something to apply a little pressure to. When Alan engulfed his cock in his hot mouth, Robert moaned, then shivered when Alan pulled back, the hot air from the fire feeling cooler against the wet skin.
Robert shifted a little and nudged Alan’s balls with his nose before licking them. He was a little surprised when Alan jerked back sharply. He then mouthed the balls and sucked one then the other partway into his mouth, satisfied by the hums from between his own legs. The vibrations felt great, Alan’s mouth working up and down, his teeth skating against the sensitive underside…it was an overwhelming sensation and Robert was having a hard time concentrating on taking care of Alan and returning the favor. Part of him wanted to just lay back and let Alan take over. He wanted to enjoy it all night long, or at least as long as he could hold onto the edge.
He opened his eyes and noticed that Alan had worked a hand down and had started to stoke himself in time to his mouth moving up and down. He leaned forward and brushed Alan’s hand away replacing it with his own, starting slow, and adjusting to the awkward angle. He pressed his face in, dragging his mouth up, to the tip. Dropping his hand, he slid his mouth over the top, sucking it into his mouth, feeling a sharp thrust from Alan. Robert braced himself, a hand clenched into the blankets and one on Alan’s hip.
Both men fell into a lazy rhythm. Rolling and pressing, their hips aiding their mouths that worked up and down across the swollen organs. Alan’s hand trailed down Robert’s spine and then over to Robert’s hand, rubbing it until it opened and they threaded fingers. Joined together, an unending circle of sensations, neither wanting to stop, but wanting to release the pressure that coiled in their stomachs and spread out slowly across their bodies. The warmth of the fire began to die down and cool air crept over them, fueling them to press harder and find more heat in each other.
Robert trailed a hand down Alan’s legs and found one of Alan’s more sensitive spots. He trailed his fingers across it and felt Alan’s body tense up, then relax. A sharp taste against his tongue surprised Robert and he pulled back, away from Alan’s orgasm, leaving a white ribbon trail across his neck and shoulders. Robert’s head fell back and his body started to pull away, but he felt Alan pull him back and slow down, dragging it out a little longer, tracing his finger along his perineum and Robert shuddered before finally finding his own release.
Robert felt boneless and laid back in the blanket, then felt Alan turn around and join him. Alan took the edge of his towel and cleaned off Robert’s neck before curling his body around Robert.
“I’m going to miss all the ways you surprise me.” Robert whispered once Alan had lain down.
The fire had died down to a few flames and coals, and all they heard outside was a gentle breeze. Alan blinked a few times. “It’s bloody freezing down here.”
Robert ran his hand up and down Alan’s back, feeling the goose bumps rise. “Maybe, we should head up to the warm bed? I know my back would appreciate it.”
Alan tickled Robert. “Feeling your age tonight?”
“You’re not?”
Alan smiled into the cooling skin. “No, I feel relaxed, but I know I will pay for this. Let’s go.”
Slowly they pried themselves apart and stood, folding the blankets together and Robert went up to the loft as Alan took the sheets and towels to the washer, saving them some time in the morning. Alan checked the fire and made she it was banked for the night and headed up stairs, the cool wood speeding his accent up to the loft.
He stopped at the landing and looked at Robert; he had fallen asleep, or appeared asleep, on his side, pillow tucked under his head and an arm reaching out to Alan’s side of the bed. Alan padded over and lifted up the thick blankets. He slid underneath and turned to face Robert. Gently caressing his face, Alan kissed him and pushed his damp hair up off his forehead before whispering, “Goodnight, love.”
He turned around scooted closer to Robert and soon felt Robert’s hand pull him closer, they were wrapped safely up together, and both drifted off to sleep, neither looking forward to the next day when once again they would have to say goodbye.
10.9 Sweet Dreams are made of these
Title: Last Night
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 69 Unity
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things continue to heat up. Also, see prompt number.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Thanksgiving Surprise
Alan took his time in the shower, slowly soaping up and rinsing. This was going to be his and Robert’s last night together at the cabin. He didn’t want to think of flying back to his cold flat in London, but he couldn’t help it. He finally shut off the water and toweled himself off. Then he wrapped a towel around his waist, took a deep breath of steamy air, and exited the bathroom, seeking out Robert.
The creak of the stairs announced Alan’s arrival and Robert looked up from his book. He was lying on his stomach in front of the fire, a wisp of blanket covering his ass and lower back. He closed his book and rested his chin on his forearms, tilting his head to watch Alan’s approach.
Alan folded himself down into a sitting position next to Robert, seated with his feet near Robert’s head, arms resting across his bent knees. “Find another poetry book?” he gave the book a small tap with his toe.
“Murder mystery.”
“A little mood reading? How romantic.”
“Well, the killer was involved with either the victim or the victim’s wife.”
Alan raised his eyebrows.
“Depending on the sex of the killer.” He pushed the book out of Alan’s toe’s reach. “And speaking of, are you going to join me, or do I have to snuggle with your feet?”
“What? They’re clean. And,” Alan laid backwards, “it will give me the perfect opportunity to cuddle with yours.” He rubbed a hand up Robert’s leg, from ankle to knee, dipping slightly under the sheet.
Robert rolled to his side, laughing as Alan wiggled his toes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?” Alan rolled to match Robert’s position, scooting close so he could kiss the top of his foot.
“If you are trying to make me fall for your feet, yes.”
Alan smiled, lips still pressed to skin. He whisked the sheet off Robert and closed the remaining distance between their hips, grinding them together.
Robert made a happy noise as the soft towel rubbed against his dick, then shivering when Alan did it again. He reached up for the towel, giving it a little tug. “Scoot down here.” He tugged again, trying to pull it off as well as beckon Alan at the same time, but the knot held.
Alan scooted down, or up as Robert saw it, planting kisses as he went. He felt fingers on his legs, nails pressing lightly into the skin, urging him to keep moving. “Sneaky,” he accused.
Robert rubbed Alan through his towel, feeling an exhale of warm breath against his upper leg. This time he moved down, so that the towel was just inches from his face. He reached down to Alan’s waist, feeling to undo the last barrier between their skin. He had almost forgotten where Alan’s own mouth must be at this point, so focussed on his own goal.
Alan ran his tongue along the crease between Robert’s leg and groin, feeling him twitch and jerk away. “Tickle?”
Instead of answering, Robert pulled the towel away, ignoring Alan’s now exposed cock in favor of showing Alan just how much it did tickle, hand against his ass to keep him from trying to escape.
“Hey!”
Robert smiled and pressed his face to Alan’s stomach and smiled broadly, and he nipped at the skin before he pulled away. He then ran his hands up Alan’s ass and drug his fingers lightly back down, feeling Alan shiver. “You smell all clean and soapy.” He pressed his face into Alan again and inhaled, humming against the skin.
Alan returned his attention to Robert’s thigh, drawing his tongue up the length of the muscle and resting at the vee of Robert’s legs. Alan pressed his mouth against the little canal and ran his tongue up as his hands went to work dragging up Robert’s legs, feeling them spread and wrap around his shoulders. Alan took advantage of the change of position to move his tongue to Robert’s hardening cock, and gave it a long slow lick from root to tip.
Robert’s head fell back and landed on the quilts. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of being wrapped around Alan. A hand rested on his hip, thumb ran back and forth slowly, stroking the smooth skin, Robert was basking in the attention from Alan’s hands and mouth and he started to get lost in the sensations. Robert felt like he was floating, wrapping himself safely around Alan’s body. He felt grounded to him, a part of him. They both began and ended together. A light scratch to his scrotum caused him to thrust his hips and snap back.
“Did you fall asleep?”
Robert chuckled and ran his hands up Alan’s legs and around his ass, dragging circles and watching Alan’s erection grow longer. He watched Alan’s body react as he touched, hard and soft, up his hip and down his inner thigh. He watched Alan’s thighs tighten, attempting to hold still. He smiled when Alan’s hips slowly rolled, gently, looking for something to apply a little pressure to. When Alan engulfed his cock in his hot mouth, Robert moaned, then shivered when Alan pulled back, the hot air from the fire feeling cooler against the wet skin.
Robert shifted a little and nudged Alan’s balls with his nose before licking them. He was a little surprised when Alan jerked back sharply. He then mouthed the balls and sucked one then the other partway into his mouth, satisfied by the hums from between his own legs. The vibrations felt great, Alan’s mouth working up and down, his teeth skating against the sensitive underside…it was an overwhelming sensation and Robert was having a hard time concentrating on taking care of Alan and returning the favor. Part of him wanted to just lay back and let Alan take over. He wanted to enjoy it all night long, or at least as long as he could hold onto the edge.
He opened his eyes and noticed that Alan had worked a hand down and had started to stoke himself in time to his mouth moving up and down. He leaned forward and brushed Alan’s hand away replacing it with his own, starting slow, and adjusting to the awkward angle. He pressed his face in, dragging his mouth up, to the tip. Dropping his hand, he slid his mouth over the top, sucking it into his mouth, feeling a sharp thrust from Alan. Robert braced himself, a hand clenched into the blankets and one on Alan’s hip.
Both men fell into a lazy rhythm. Rolling and pressing, their hips aiding their mouths that worked up and down across the swollen organs. Alan’s hand trailed down Robert’s spine and then over to Robert’s hand, rubbing it until it opened and they threaded fingers. Joined together, an unending circle of sensations, neither wanting to stop, but wanting to release the pressure that coiled in their stomachs and spread out slowly across their bodies. The warmth of the fire began to die down and cool air crept over them, fueling them to press harder and find more heat in each other.
Robert trailed a hand down Alan’s legs and found one of Alan’s more sensitive spots. He trailed his fingers across it and felt Alan’s body tense up, then relax. A sharp taste against his tongue surprised Robert and he pulled back, away from Alan’s orgasm, leaving a white ribbon trail across his neck and shoulders. Robert’s head fell back and his body started to pull away, but he felt Alan pull him back and slow down, dragging it out a little longer, tracing his finger along his perineum and Robert shuddered before finally finding his own release.
Robert felt boneless and laid back in the blanket, then felt Alan turn around and join him. Alan took the edge of his towel and cleaned off Robert’s neck before curling his body around Robert.
“I’m going to miss all the ways you surprise me.” Robert whispered once Alan had lain down.
The fire had died down to a few flames and coals, and all they heard outside was a gentle breeze. Alan blinked a few times. “It’s bloody freezing down here.”
Robert ran his hand up and down Alan’s back, feeling the goose bumps rise. “Maybe, we should head up to the warm bed? I know my back would appreciate it.”
Alan tickled Robert. “Feeling your age tonight?”
“You’re not?”
Alan smiled into the cooling skin. “No, I feel relaxed, but I know I will pay for this. Let’s go.”
Slowly they pried themselves apart and stood, folding the blankets together and Robert went up to the loft as Alan took the sheets and towels to the washer, saving them some time in the morning. Alan checked the fire and made she it was banked for the night and headed up stairs, the cool wood speeding his accent up to the loft.
He stopped at the landing and looked at Robert; he had fallen asleep, or appeared asleep, on his side, pillow tucked under his head and an arm reaching out to Alan’s side of the bed. Alan padded over and lifted up the thick blankets. He slid underneath and turned to face Robert. Gently caressing his face, Alan kissed him and pushed his damp hair up off his forehead before whispering, “Goodnight, love.”
He turned around scooted closer to Robert and soon felt Robert’s hand pull him closer, they were wrapped safely up together, and both drifted off to sleep, neither looking forward to the next day when once again they would have to say goodbye.
10.9 Sweet Dreams are made of these