Sweet Dreams are Made of These 10.9
Title: Sweet Dreams are Made of These
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.9
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 43 Savage
Word Count: 1481
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It is their last morning at the cabin. Do they spend it wisely?
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:
Last Night
Robert was still sleeping when Alan woke. They were lying on their sides, face to face, arms draped and legs tangled. So close that their noses were almost touching. Alan smiled sadly and wished that he could freeze this moment. He tried to memorize as many details as he could: Robert, bangs dusting his eyelashes, face relaxed, mouth slightly parted. He wanted to be able to recall them to make his flight back home more bearable. Alan kissed Robert’s cheek, watching the corners of his mouth lift up into a smile.
Alan couldn’t resist kissing that mouth. He started by brushing his tongue across them before lightly sucking on the bottom lip. He held back a chuckle when Robert opened his mouth, still very much asleep. A tongue brushed his, surprising him. He wondered what else, besides kissing, Robert could do in his sleep.
Robert shifted closer, and Alan could feel his rising erection pressing next to his own. To wake or not to wake. That was the question. Alan covered Robert’s cheek with his hand, changing the angle of his kiss and rubbing the side of his nose with his thumb. “Are you going to open your eyes for me?”
A happy sigh was Robert’s only reply.
Alan had had his fun and didn’t think that Robert would want to wake up to wet sheets and the party all over. He turned his mouth away until Robert stopped following, instead occupying his lips with Alan’s neck. “Robert? Time to wake up,” he whispered, then cleared his throat and moved his lips to Robert’s ear. “Wakie, wakie, love.” He paused as Robert made a sleepy contented noise in the back of his throat. “If you open your eyes for me, I will give you a nice surprise.”
When Robert finally woke up a few minutes later-hard, lips pressed against Alan’s jugular and hips slowly rocking-he froze. He felt Alan swallow. “What the hell?”
“You were mauling me in your sleep. Quite nice, but I felt guilty that you were missing out on the fun.”
Now that Robert was fully awake, he blushed and tried to pull away. “Alan, I’m sorry…”
Robert still sounded confused and a touch panicky. Alan silenced his stammered apologies with a kiss, not pulling away until he felt the body melt in his arms. He lifted his hips, angling so that their cocks brushed. “I think we have a couple of growing concerns to address,” Alan said trying, to be serious.
Robert scoffed then gulped air as Alan trailed his fingers lightly down his back and across his ass. The sensation was more overwhelming than it should have been. “How long did you have me going for?” Robert gasped out.
“Ten minutes?” Alan guessed.
“Sure that’s all?”
“It was a little bloody distracting with your tongue shoved down my throat,” he laughed. He stretched out his legs, tangling them with Robert’s, then rolled him over, splaying his body out on top of him. Looking Robert deeply in the eyes, Alan became a little overwhelmed with emotion. All of the passion and love, his need and desires, pooled in his heart and it made it hard to talk, hard to find the words he needed to say. Cupping Robert’s face, Alan pressed a gentle feather-like kiss to Robert’s red lips. “Thank you,” escaped his lips. He had no idea how the actual words formed, but he watched confusion flit across Robert’s face. He lightly trailed kisses to Robert’s ear, blowing gently and feeling the body beneath him shiver with anticipation. He kissed down Robert’s neck and out to his shoulder, making sure that he was well away from the neck line before sucking and lightly nipping at the skin, cooling the burning and bruised flesh with his tongue. He felt hands in his hair, fingers tangling against the curls, fingertips pressed against his scalp, hips arching under his. Alan licked a line from nipple to nipple, blowing cool air over them after.
“You thank me by driving me insane?”
Alan was surprised by the husky voice that came from the body he had trapped in bed and by at how much need was in Robert’s voice. “You want me to stop, then? Love?”
“Hell no.”
“Didn’t think so.” Alan claimed a kiss, then went back to work, tonguing the right nipple while rubbing a thumb around the left. He glanced up, taking in Robert’s closed eyes, mouth open, lips red from all the kissing. Robert breathed deep, letting out a happy sigh and opening his eyes, meeting Alan’s, sharing smiles.
Alan felt a ripple when he kissed Robert’s stomach, then smiled and moved lower, kissing below the navel. He was interrupted when fingers hooked under his chin, drawing his eyes back up. Robert didn’t speak, but his eyes said volumes. Alan crawled up to give him a kiss before getting up, fumbling with his travel bag in his hurry to get back to Robert’s warm, straining, and waiting body. He tossed a small towel on the bed, then rolled a condom on and spread a generous amount of lube on his fingers before climbing back onto the bed, touching his hand to Robert’s face and trailing it down, pressing his body alongside Robert.
Robert shook as Alan crawled back on top of him, desperate to feel the man inside of him one last time before…He shook the thought away.
Alan swallowed, throat dry, picking up on Robert’s desperation. He settled in between Robert’s legs, the knees arcing up around him. He circled his entrance with one finger before slowly pressing in.
One finger. Two. Three. Stretching, rubbing, and preparing. Driving Robert crazy. Nipping at the bent knees resting against his shoulder. Fingers sliding out and up to brush an inner thigh. A groan and a cry at their loss.
Robert’s ability to speak was non-existent by the time Alan started pushing, little shallow thrusts until he was completely inside. Alan paused, leaning forward to rest his head against Robert’s chest. A hand tangled in his hair, rubbing through the curls and down to his neck, a slight shifting underneath encouraging him to begin. Deeply he breathed in Robert’s scent, then raised himself up, pulled most of the way out, and pressed back in, again, again, knowing that Robert loved every minute of it.
Robert blinked sweat and tears from his eyes as his legs slid against Alan’s body and he hooked his right leg loosely around Alan’s waist, shifting his hips up to try to allow a deeper thrust.
Fingers dug into his back, overlapping fading bruises and creating new ones, tightening each time he pulled out, urging him back in. Alan placed a hand against Robert’s chest, over his heart, unsure who the owner was of the racing beat he felt under his palm.
Robert swallowed before sliding a hand from Alan’s back. He closed his eyes as a sharp thrust rocked him backwards, then opened them again, waiting to catch Alan’s eye before slowly moving the hand to press up against his chest, mirroring the one against his, trying to find the pulse that was as familiar to him as his own.
So close. Alan moved his hand down Robert’s body, slick with sweat, seeking out and then wrapping his fingers around Robert’s cock, hearing the sharp intake of breath as he squeezed lightly, then started pumping in time with his thrusts.
Robert cried out, the sensations overwhelming him, feeling his orgasm building, slowly blocking out everything but the feel of Alan in and around him and the foreign sound of himself as he slowly lost control.
Alan was panting, breathing out sharply with each thrust, watching Robert’s face twisted in pleasure. Then the face blurred and he lost focus. He increased the pace, having to remove his hand from Robert to keep balanced and feeling the hand against his chest lower as Robert grabbed himself, picking up where he left off. A sharp cry and there was a wetness on his stomach and a clenching around his cock. He only lasted a few more seconds before his own release left him panting and collapsed on top of Robert.
They lay breathing heavily for several long minutes before Alan was finally able to gather up his strength and pull back. He reached for the towel and quickly cleaned up the mess, tossing towel and condom over the side of the bed. When he looked back at Robert, he noticed tears prickling at the corners of his closed eyes and immediately understood. “We don’t need to be up for another few hours,” he said softly.
Robert opened his eyes and exhaled a shaky sigh. “I hate this part.”
“Me, too.” Alan curled up against Robert’s side and kissed his shoulder, feeling the body shift to wrap arms and legs around him. “Me, too,” he whispered.
10.10 The Long Goodbye
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.9
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 43 Savage
Word Count: 1481
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It is their last morning at the cabin. Do they spend it wisely?
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:
Last Night
Robert was still sleeping when Alan woke. They were lying on their sides, face to face, arms draped and legs tangled. So close that their noses were almost touching. Alan smiled sadly and wished that he could freeze this moment. He tried to memorize as many details as he could: Robert, bangs dusting his eyelashes, face relaxed, mouth slightly parted. He wanted to be able to recall them to make his flight back home more bearable. Alan kissed Robert’s cheek, watching the corners of his mouth lift up into a smile.
Alan couldn’t resist kissing that mouth. He started by brushing his tongue across them before lightly sucking on the bottom lip. He held back a chuckle when Robert opened his mouth, still very much asleep. A tongue brushed his, surprising him. He wondered what else, besides kissing, Robert could do in his sleep.
Robert shifted closer, and Alan could feel his rising erection pressing next to his own. To wake or not to wake. That was the question. Alan covered Robert’s cheek with his hand, changing the angle of his kiss and rubbing the side of his nose with his thumb. “Are you going to open your eyes for me?”
A happy sigh was Robert’s only reply.
Alan had had his fun and didn’t think that Robert would want to wake up to wet sheets and the party all over. He turned his mouth away until Robert stopped following, instead occupying his lips with Alan’s neck. “Robert? Time to wake up,” he whispered, then cleared his throat and moved his lips to Robert’s ear. “Wakie, wakie, love.” He paused as Robert made a sleepy contented noise in the back of his throat. “If you open your eyes for me, I will give you a nice surprise.”
When Robert finally woke up a few minutes later-hard, lips pressed against Alan’s jugular and hips slowly rocking-he froze. He felt Alan swallow. “What the hell?”
“You were mauling me in your sleep. Quite nice, but I felt guilty that you were missing out on the fun.”
Now that Robert was fully awake, he blushed and tried to pull away. “Alan, I’m sorry…”
Robert still sounded confused and a touch panicky. Alan silenced his stammered apologies with a kiss, not pulling away until he felt the body melt in his arms. He lifted his hips, angling so that their cocks brushed. “I think we have a couple of growing concerns to address,” Alan said trying, to be serious.
Robert scoffed then gulped air as Alan trailed his fingers lightly down his back and across his ass. The sensation was more overwhelming than it should have been. “How long did you have me going for?” Robert gasped out.
“Ten minutes?” Alan guessed.
“Sure that’s all?”
“It was a little bloody distracting with your tongue shoved down my throat,” he laughed. He stretched out his legs, tangling them with Robert’s, then rolled him over, splaying his body out on top of him. Looking Robert deeply in the eyes, Alan became a little overwhelmed with emotion. All of the passion and love, his need and desires, pooled in his heart and it made it hard to talk, hard to find the words he needed to say. Cupping Robert’s face, Alan pressed a gentle feather-like kiss to Robert’s red lips. “Thank you,” escaped his lips. He had no idea how the actual words formed, but he watched confusion flit across Robert’s face. He lightly trailed kisses to Robert’s ear, blowing gently and feeling the body beneath him shiver with anticipation. He kissed down Robert’s neck and out to his shoulder, making sure that he was well away from the neck line before sucking and lightly nipping at the skin, cooling the burning and bruised flesh with his tongue. He felt hands in his hair, fingers tangling against the curls, fingertips pressed against his scalp, hips arching under his. Alan licked a line from nipple to nipple, blowing cool air over them after.
“You thank me by driving me insane?”
Alan was surprised by the husky voice that came from the body he had trapped in bed and by at how much need was in Robert’s voice. “You want me to stop, then? Love?”
“Hell no.”
“Didn’t think so.” Alan claimed a kiss, then went back to work, tonguing the right nipple while rubbing a thumb around the left. He glanced up, taking in Robert’s closed eyes, mouth open, lips red from all the kissing. Robert breathed deep, letting out a happy sigh and opening his eyes, meeting Alan’s, sharing smiles.
Alan felt a ripple when he kissed Robert’s stomach, then smiled and moved lower, kissing below the navel. He was interrupted when fingers hooked under his chin, drawing his eyes back up. Robert didn’t speak, but his eyes said volumes. Alan crawled up to give him a kiss before getting up, fumbling with his travel bag in his hurry to get back to Robert’s warm, straining, and waiting body. He tossed a small towel on the bed, then rolled a condom on and spread a generous amount of lube on his fingers before climbing back onto the bed, touching his hand to Robert’s face and trailing it down, pressing his body alongside Robert.
Robert shook as Alan crawled back on top of him, desperate to feel the man inside of him one last time before…He shook the thought away.
Alan swallowed, throat dry, picking up on Robert’s desperation. He settled in between Robert’s legs, the knees arcing up around him. He circled his entrance with one finger before slowly pressing in.
One finger. Two. Three. Stretching, rubbing, and preparing. Driving Robert crazy. Nipping at the bent knees resting against his shoulder. Fingers sliding out and up to brush an inner thigh. A groan and a cry at their loss.
Robert’s ability to speak was non-existent by the time Alan started pushing, little shallow thrusts until he was completely inside. Alan paused, leaning forward to rest his head against Robert’s chest. A hand tangled in his hair, rubbing through the curls and down to his neck, a slight shifting underneath encouraging him to begin. Deeply he breathed in Robert’s scent, then raised himself up, pulled most of the way out, and pressed back in, again, again, knowing that Robert loved every minute of it.
Robert blinked sweat and tears from his eyes as his legs slid against Alan’s body and he hooked his right leg loosely around Alan’s waist, shifting his hips up to try to allow a deeper thrust.
Fingers dug into his back, overlapping fading bruises and creating new ones, tightening each time he pulled out, urging him back in. Alan placed a hand against Robert’s chest, over his heart, unsure who the owner was of the racing beat he felt under his palm.
Robert swallowed before sliding a hand from Alan’s back. He closed his eyes as a sharp thrust rocked him backwards, then opened them again, waiting to catch Alan’s eye before slowly moving the hand to press up against his chest, mirroring the one against his, trying to find the pulse that was as familiar to him as his own.
So close. Alan moved his hand down Robert’s body, slick with sweat, seeking out and then wrapping his fingers around Robert’s cock, hearing the sharp intake of breath as he squeezed lightly, then started pumping in time with his thrusts.
Robert cried out, the sensations overwhelming him, feeling his orgasm building, slowly blocking out everything but the feel of Alan in and around him and the foreign sound of himself as he slowly lost control.
Alan was panting, breathing out sharply with each thrust, watching Robert’s face twisted in pleasure. Then the face blurred and he lost focus. He increased the pace, having to remove his hand from Robert to keep balanced and feeling the hand against his chest lower as Robert grabbed himself, picking up where he left off. A sharp cry and there was a wetness on his stomach and a clenching around his cock. He only lasted a few more seconds before his own release left him panting and collapsed on top of Robert.
They lay breathing heavily for several long minutes before Alan was finally able to gather up his strength and pull back. He reached for the towel and quickly cleaned up the mess, tossing towel and condom over the side of the bed. When he looked back at Robert, he noticed tears prickling at the corners of his closed eyes and immediately understood. “We don’t need to be up for another few hours,” he said softly.
Robert opened his eyes and exhaled a shaky sigh. “I hate this part.”
“Me, too.” Alan curled up against Robert’s side and kissed his shoulder, feeling the body shift to wrap arms and legs around him. “Me, too,” he whispered.
10.10 The Long Goodbye