Good Morning
Title: Good Morning
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 10 Awakening coclaim100
Word Count: 2,570
Rating: R
Summary: Alan gives Robert a New Year wake up call.
Author's Notes:
Where it all Began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.1 Choices at Midnight
Alan was first aware of the filtered light in the room as it fell across his closed eyelids. As he stretched and became more awake, he felt the heat of Robert's still-asleep body next to him. He laid there for a few minutes, just taking in his surroundings and reflecting on how nice it was to have a warm body next to his, when the need to urinate started to overpower his comfort. The two men had shifted during the night and eventually ended up lying side by side, Robert's arm slung over Alan's chest, his face facing away. Alan kissed Robert's hand as he removed it from his chest and headed for the bathroom, turning when he made it to the doorway to admire the peaceful way Robert was sleeping.
Robert started to stir when the warm body detached from his side, but wasn't awake enough to open his eyes until he heard the light click on in the bathroom. He reached for his glasses, but his fingers only brushed open air. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed and into the still-warm space previously vacated by Alan. He was instantly awake then, faster than any cup of coffee could make him. He had invited Alan into his bed last night. He squinted in the direction of the bathroom, the click that woke him finally registering. Deep breath. First thing first. Glasses. The one thing he could do something about. He rolled onto his stomach and double checked the table. He was leaning over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor, when Alan emerged from the bathroom.
Alan paused several steps out of the bathroom and hid a smile behind his hand. He was not sure what to make out of the sight that greeted him: Robert, tipped out of bed and searching for glasses that had been misplaced at some point. Noticing that they were safely on the opposite nightstand, Alan held back his laughter as he admired Robert's half-naked body and walked over to the other nightstand. Grabbing the glasses, he sat on the bed and tapped Robert on his back.
Robert worked his way back onto the bed and turned to look at Alan. "I can't find..." he started.
"Glasses," Alan finished and handed them over to Robert, watching him slide them on, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Alan smiled and leaned forward, stealing a soft good morning kiss. Laying back in bed, Alan turned over on his side. "I am still pretty tired. Do you mind if I get a little more sleep?"
'"No, get all the rest you need. We will head out and get food when you wake up." Robert wanted to lean over and place a kiss to the creamy soft skin on Alan's face, but a sharp pang of fear stopped him and he left the bed to go to the bathroom, then out to wait in the living room.
About an hour later, Robert had flipped through every magazine he could find. He tried to read a book, but his attention was focused on the bedroom door and his mind on the sleeping body behind it. He stood up and cracked the door open: Alan was dead asleep. He did not move at all, looking so relaxed and peaceful. Robert crossed the room, the shades were up and they let in a cool blue light, the snow falling in big flakes casting small shadows across the room.
Noticing gooseflesh across Alan's back, Robert grabbed the spare blanket that had slipped off the end of the bed and covered Alan with it, delicately tucking in the edges. Robert was worried that he had woke Alan when he saw the body move beneath the blankets, but he was just shifting his body, adapting to the new warmth.
Robert convinced himself that he could stand a nap and slid under the blankets, turning on his side and staring at Alan. Resisting the urge for the moment to reach out and touch Alan, to prove his was real, Robert took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand behind him, not wanting to take his eyes away.
Alan was here. It still seemed like a dream. And now Robert had what he wanted, and that made him all the more confused. He was shocked when he had heard Alan's voice crackle through the intercom and only years of learning how to suppress his true feelings had kept him from running down the stairs to greet Alan and welcome him into his home. He was on auto pilot and had no idea how to tell Alan that he had appreciated all the effort he had to make this happen, and was flattered that Alan was willing to risk rejection to be here and be in his life.
Robert closed his eyes and tried to relive the first few awkward moments, but all the events blurred together like a long string of missteps and false moves. Robert wanted to kick himself that it took Alan suggesting leaving before he was willing to extend himself and give some indication that he wanted him to stay, wanting to test this thing between them. Rubbing his hand against his face in and effort to erase all he could have lost if he had kept letting fear win, focussed on Alan and could barely make out the form in front of him and could see the cascade of dark curls against the light color sheets. Better judgement got the better of him and he reached out and spun a curl around his finger, feeling it cling as it worked its way around the digit. He stoked it with his finger and it felt like soft silk across his skin.
He felt comfortable, here and now, no pressure to perform or do anything that he didn’t want to do. He wanted to touch Alan, to remember that he was real and this was not one of his fantasies that had been growing in popularity lately. A little braver now, Robert brushed Alan's cheek, with the back of his fingers, moving closer, feeling his way across the cheek and into his hair.
Scooting closer on his side, his legs brushed against Alan's leg. Robert closed his eyes, and swallowing the fear that began to creep up his throat as he slid a hand under the covers and touched Alan's t-shirt.
Alan slowly became aware that Robert was touching him and he was quite happy to enjoy the investigation, letting his body warm under the touch. He stared to hum, and startled Robert. "Don't stop," he muttered, eyes still closed.
"Did I wake you? I can leave and let you sleep."
"Don't stop. This is how I should always wake up."
Robert stopped for just a second before returning his hand to Alan's torso, gently rubbing the cotton fabric against the skin underneath.
Alan turned over and his eyes opened to slits, a sloppy lazy smile spread across this face and Robert gave in to the urge and he gently pressed his lips to the waiting mouth. Feeling Alan respond, Robert deepened the kiss and stretched out his body, pressing it against Alan's.
“I have to say I do approve of this welcome.” Alan murmured in between sloppy kisses.
“I am glad you’re here.” Robert whispered in Alan’s ear, feeling his body arch up, seeking Robert’s contact.
Alan wrapped his arms around Robert and pulled him over him, allowing Robert to settle between his legs, their mouths found each other again.
Robert's hand cupped his face gently and Alan stopped and just looked into the velvety brown as they softened and then grew darker, heated with desire. A shiver ran down Alan back and he closed his eyes against the intensity of the stare.
Alan pulled closer to him and ran a hand up his back, pulling him in closer and closer until they were but a breath’s width apart. Alan swallowed hard and his hazel eyes opened, now ready for the heat that stared back at him.
Robert might be orchestrating this moment, but Alan made the next move and slowly pressed his lips back to Robert's, meeting in a chaste kiss. They stopped for a second, just lips and body pressed together, sensing each other, the heat moving up and threatening to engulf them. Robert pushed next and darted his tongue out and slowly licked across Alan's lips, outlining them gently. Alan's head fell back and Robert moved his hand up to card his hand through the tangle of curls.
Alan's tongue snuck out and met Robert's and together their mouths opened, welcoming the other in, melding and joining them in, not a heated rush, but a slow burn built of hidden and suppressed desire. Robert's tongue moved in, feeling out the new territory, memorizing each tooth and taste bud, and Alan kept his mouth open, welcoming him in.
Alan moved his hand up to grip Robert’s shoulder, holding on, Robert's tongue melting away all doubts and Alan felt himself melting into the bed, into the moment. He made a small move to push Robert back so that he could lay on top, but Robert growled deep and hungrily and Alan gave up and pressed his body closer instead, seeking contact from Robert.
Robert moved his exploration back to Alan's lips, then down his strong jaw and Alan's body shook with desire and he started to pant lightly, trying to hold on and enjoy the moment as Robert worked his way back to his ear before slowly dragging his teeth across the lobe gently. A growl penetrated Alan to the core of his being and he moaned louder then he wanted. "Yes," Robert whispered into his ear, delighting in how sensitive Alan was to his kiss. He worked his way back to Alan's mouth and Alan did not wait for an invitation this time as his tongue hungrily sought Robert's heat. Alan surged his tongue into Robert's mouth and worked it around, pressing and seeking. Alan felt more then heard the low deep moan that worked its way up Robert's chest and into his mouth.
They formed a give and take, both tongues delving and retreating in a dance where no one led and no one followed, just the merging of two bodies and two souls finding comfort and strength in the simple act of a kiss.
Alan pulled his mouth away from Robert’s and pressed his face into Robert’s neck, inhaling his sent and feeling a sense of contentment and desire wash over him. He wanted to move, to grind his hardness against Robert, but he held back, wanting to let Robert set the pace. Slowly Alan became aware that Robert was rolling his hips, Robert's hardness pressed into his hip, rubbing and stabbing. Subtly, Alan raised a hip and Robert settled more firmly hip to hip, hardness to hardness.
Robert sucked in a deep breath as his cloth-covered cock ran its length against Alan's. He stopped for a second, feeling Alan kissing his neck, and relaxed a little. He began again to roll his hips slowly and then started to pick up the pace, a little faster each time, a little more pressure, short burst of air escaping his lungs, forced from his lips by his actions.
Alan wanted to push back, to give him leverage to press against, but worried about crossing some sort of line he thought Robert might have created. He was enjoying the pressure of Robert's body against his too much to try to escalate the touch, the intimacy. He continued the assault on Robert's neck, his hand pressed flat against Robert's back. He wanted to say something, to express with words what his body was so clearly screaming, but he did not want anything to break this spell or ruin the moment.
Robert thrust his hips harder and harder, pressing Alan deep into the mattress. He stiffened, his entire body shaking with the explosion that rocketed through him. Panting, he relaxed and lay sprawled across Alan's body. The fringe along his hairline was wet, and his whole body felt lit with a prickly a heat.
Alan snaked his own hand down, finding his own need, and gripped himself firmly with one hand, the other anchoring Robert to his chest. His skin was molten and throbbing and his hand cool in contrast. He pulled once and then twice. Arching his head back and gulping for air, he sprinted for the edge and with a twist on the third pull, his body tightened and relaxed, the hot seed spilling from him. Gulping for air, he rubbed Robert's back, thinking that would in some way sooth them both.
They lay intertwined, wrapped in each other, both trying to figure out how to make the next move. Alan rubbed a little harder and Robert rolled off of him.
"You're right, we need to clean up." Robert sat up, tilting his head away from Alan to hide a blush and groped for his glasses, sliding them on. Without looking at Alan, he stood and walked to the dresser. He dug around and pulled out two pairs of boxers. He slowly returned to the bed and held out one of the boxers, shifting uncomfortably. "Here you go, do you want a drink?"
Alan looked up, eyes still a little glassy, but with a smile that spoke volumes. "No, just need to use the toilet." Alan reached out for the shorts, and levered himself to his feet. He took a forward step into Robert’s personal space and placed his hand on Robert's hip, looking into his eyes. Robert leaned in and gave him a small chaste kiss, then watched as he headed into the bathroom.
Robert quickly changed, then went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He wandered back into the living room and grabbed the discarded sheets off the couch from the night before and took them into the bedroom, setting them aside as he removed the old ones from the bed. He smiled when Alan returned and started to help.
First they folded up the extra blanket that had been kicked off the bed, stepping closely together to make the final fold, then, with choreographed grace, they made the bed. As soon as the covers were pulled tight, not a wrinkle to be seen, Alan laid down on it and Robert gave him a sour look. Alan rolled over to the other side and gave Robert a beckoning pat on the bed next to him. Robert rolled his eyes before laying down next to him. Without waiting for an invitation, Alan moved over and laid up against Robert, who turned on his side allowing Alan to spoon up against his back.
Alan let one hand drape over Robert's torso before whispering, "We should just stay in today, just order delivery."
"One of the best ideas of the day." He made no move or indication that he was planning on getting up and time in the near future, and neither did Alan.
Alan pulled Robert in tighter, pressing a kiss to the spot just behind Robert's ear. Robert threaded their fingers together, pressing Alan’s hand tightly against his chest.
"I'm glad you surprised me,” Robert said softly, his breath a barely-there puff against Alan’s cheek.
"So am I."
3.3 Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 10 Awakening coclaim100
Word Count: 2,570
Rating: R
Summary: Alan gives Robert a New Year wake up call.
Author's Notes:
Where it all Began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.1 Choices at Midnight
Alan was first aware of the filtered light in the room as it fell across his closed eyelids. As he stretched and became more awake, he felt the heat of Robert's still-asleep body next to him. He laid there for a few minutes, just taking in his surroundings and reflecting on how nice it was to have a warm body next to his, when the need to urinate started to overpower his comfort. The two men had shifted during the night and eventually ended up lying side by side, Robert's arm slung over Alan's chest, his face facing away. Alan kissed Robert's hand as he removed it from his chest and headed for the bathroom, turning when he made it to the doorway to admire the peaceful way Robert was sleeping.
Robert started to stir when the warm body detached from his side, but wasn't awake enough to open his eyes until he heard the light click on in the bathroom. He reached for his glasses, but his fingers only brushed open air. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed and into the still-warm space previously vacated by Alan. He was instantly awake then, faster than any cup of coffee could make him. He had invited Alan into his bed last night. He squinted in the direction of the bathroom, the click that woke him finally registering. Deep breath. First thing first. Glasses. The one thing he could do something about. He rolled onto his stomach and double checked the table. He was leaning over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor, when Alan emerged from the bathroom.
Alan paused several steps out of the bathroom and hid a smile behind his hand. He was not sure what to make out of the sight that greeted him: Robert, tipped out of bed and searching for glasses that had been misplaced at some point. Noticing that they were safely on the opposite nightstand, Alan held back his laughter as he admired Robert's half-naked body and walked over to the other nightstand. Grabbing the glasses, he sat on the bed and tapped Robert on his back.
Robert worked his way back onto the bed and turned to look at Alan. "I can't find..." he started.
"Glasses," Alan finished and handed them over to Robert, watching him slide them on, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Alan smiled and leaned forward, stealing a soft good morning kiss. Laying back in bed, Alan turned over on his side. "I am still pretty tired. Do you mind if I get a little more sleep?"
'"No, get all the rest you need. We will head out and get food when you wake up." Robert wanted to lean over and place a kiss to the creamy soft skin on Alan's face, but a sharp pang of fear stopped him and he left the bed to go to the bathroom, then out to wait in the living room.
About an hour later, Robert had flipped through every magazine he could find. He tried to read a book, but his attention was focused on the bedroom door and his mind on the sleeping body behind it. He stood up and cracked the door open: Alan was dead asleep. He did not move at all, looking so relaxed and peaceful. Robert crossed the room, the shades were up and they let in a cool blue light, the snow falling in big flakes casting small shadows across the room.
Noticing gooseflesh across Alan's back, Robert grabbed the spare blanket that had slipped off the end of the bed and covered Alan with it, delicately tucking in the edges. Robert was worried that he had woke Alan when he saw the body move beneath the blankets, but he was just shifting his body, adapting to the new warmth.
Robert convinced himself that he could stand a nap and slid under the blankets, turning on his side and staring at Alan. Resisting the urge for the moment to reach out and touch Alan, to prove his was real, Robert took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand behind him, not wanting to take his eyes away.
Alan was here. It still seemed like a dream. And now Robert had what he wanted, and that made him all the more confused. He was shocked when he had heard Alan's voice crackle through the intercom and only years of learning how to suppress his true feelings had kept him from running down the stairs to greet Alan and welcome him into his home. He was on auto pilot and had no idea how to tell Alan that he had appreciated all the effort he had to make this happen, and was flattered that Alan was willing to risk rejection to be here and be in his life.
Robert closed his eyes and tried to relive the first few awkward moments, but all the events blurred together like a long string of missteps and false moves. Robert wanted to kick himself that it took Alan suggesting leaving before he was willing to extend himself and give some indication that he wanted him to stay, wanting to test this thing between them. Rubbing his hand against his face in and effort to erase all he could have lost if he had kept letting fear win, focussed on Alan and could barely make out the form in front of him and could see the cascade of dark curls against the light color sheets. Better judgement got the better of him and he reached out and spun a curl around his finger, feeling it cling as it worked its way around the digit. He stoked it with his finger and it felt like soft silk across his skin.
He felt comfortable, here and now, no pressure to perform or do anything that he didn’t want to do. He wanted to touch Alan, to remember that he was real and this was not one of his fantasies that had been growing in popularity lately. A little braver now, Robert brushed Alan's cheek, with the back of his fingers, moving closer, feeling his way across the cheek and into his hair.
Scooting closer on his side, his legs brushed against Alan's leg. Robert closed his eyes, and swallowing the fear that began to creep up his throat as he slid a hand under the covers and touched Alan's t-shirt.
Alan slowly became aware that Robert was touching him and he was quite happy to enjoy the investigation, letting his body warm under the touch. He stared to hum, and startled Robert. "Don't stop," he muttered, eyes still closed.
"Did I wake you? I can leave and let you sleep."
"Don't stop. This is how I should always wake up."
Robert stopped for just a second before returning his hand to Alan's torso, gently rubbing the cotton fabric against the skin underneath.
Alan turned over and his eyes opened to slits, a sloppy lazy smile spread across this face and Robert gave in to the urge and he gently pressed his lips to the waiting mouth. Feeling Alan respond, Robert deepened the kiss and stretched out his body, pressing it against Alan's.
“I have to say I do approve of this welcome.” Alan murmured in between sloppy kisses.
“I am glad you’re here.” Robert whispered in Alan’s ear, feeling his body arch up, seeking Robert’s contact.
Alan wrapped his arms around Robert and pulled him over him, allowing Robert to settle between his legs, their mouths found each other again.
Robert's hand cupped his face gently and Alan stopped and just looked into the velvety brown as they softened and then grew darker, heated with desire. A shiver ran down Alan back and he closed his eyes against the intensity of the stare.
Alan pulled closer to him and ran a hand up his back, pulling him in closer and closer until they were but a breath’s width apart. Alan swallowed hard and his hazel eyes opened, now ready for the heat that stared back at him.
Robert might be orchestrating this moment, but Alan made the next move and slowly pressed his lips back to Robert's, meeting in a chaste kiss. They stopped for a second, just lips and body pressed together, sensing each other, the heat moving up and threatening to engulf them. Robert pushed next and darted his tongue out and slowly licked across Alan's lips, outlining them gently. Alan's head fell back and Robert moved his hand up to card his hand through the tangle of curls.
Alan's tongue snuck out and met Robert's and together their mouths opened, welcoming the other in, melding and joining them in, not a heated rush, but a slow burn built of hidden and suppressed desire. Robert's tongue moved in, feeling out the new territory, memorizing each tooth and taste bud, and Alan kept his mouth open, welcoming him in.
Alan moved his hand up to grip Robert’s shoulder, holding on, Robert's tongue melting away all doubts and Alan felt himself melting into the bed, into the moment. He made a small move to push Robert back so that he could lay on top, but Robert growled deep and hungrily and Alan gave up and pressed his body closer instead, seeking contact from Robert.
Robert moved his exploration back to Alan's lips, then down his strong jaw and Alan's body shook with desire and he started to pant lightly, trying to hold on and enjoy the moment as Robert worked his way back to his ear before slowly dragging his teeth across the lobe gently. A growl penetrated Alan to the core of his being and he moaned louder then he wanted. "Yes," Robert whispered into his ear, delighting in how sensitive Alan was to his kiss. He worked his way back to Alan's mouth and Alan did not wait for an invitation this time as his tongue hungrily sought Robert's heat. Alan surged his tongue into Robert's mouth and worked it around, pressing and seeking. Alan felt more then heard the low deep moan that worked its way up Robert's chest and into his mouth.
They formed a give and take, both tongues delving and retreating in a dance where no one led and no one followed, just the merging of two bodies and two souls finding comfort and strength in the simple act of a kiss.
Alan pulled his mouth away from Robert’s and pressed his face into Robert’s neck, inhaling his sent and feeling a sense of contentment and desire wash over him. He wanted to move, to grind his hardness against Robert, but he held back, wanting to let Robert set the pace. Slowly Alan became aware that Robert was rolling his hips, Robert's hardness pressed into his hip, rubbing and stabbing. Subtly, Alan raised a hip and Robert settled more firmly hip to hip, hardness to hardness.
Robert sucked in a deep breath as his cloth-covered cock ran its length against Alan's. He stopped for a second, feeling Alan kissing his neck, and relaxed a little. He began again to roll his hips slowly and then started to pick up the pace, a little faster each time, a little more pressure, short burst of air escaping his lungs, forced from his lips by his actions.
Alan wanted to push back, to give him leverage to press against, but worried about crossing some sort of line he thought Robert might have created. He was enjoying the pressure of Robert's body against his too much to try to escalate the touch, the intimacy. He continued the assault on Robert's neck, his hand pressed flat against Robert's back. He wanted to say something, to express with words what his body was so clearly screaming, but he did not want anything to break this spell or ruin the moment.
Robert thrust his hips harder and harder, pressing Alan deep into the mattress. He stiffened, his entire body shaking with the explosion that rocketed through him. Panting, he relaxed and lay sprawled across Alan's body. The fringe along his hairline was wet, and his whole body felt lit with a prickly a heat.
Alan snaked his own hand down, finding his own need, and gripped himself firmly with one hand, the other anchoring Robert to his chest. His skin was molten and throbbing and his hand cool in contrast. He pulled once and then twice. Arching his head back and gulping for air, he sprinted for the edge and with a twist on the third pull, his body tightened and relaxed, the hot seed spilling from him. Gulping for air, he rubbed Robert's back, thinking that would in some way sooth them both.
They lay intertwined, wrapped in each other, both trying to figure out how to make the next move. Alan rubbed a little harder and Robert rolled off of him.
"You're right, we need to clean up." Robert sat up, tilting his head away from Alan to hide a blush and groped for his glasses, sliding them on. Without looking at Alan, he stood and walked to the dresser. He dug around and pulled out two pairs of boxers. He slowly returned to the bed and held out one of the boxers, shifting uncomfortably. "Here you go, do you want a drink?"
Alan looked up, eyes still a little glassy, but with a smile that spoke volumes. "No, just need to use the toilet." Alan reached out for the shorts, and levered himself to his feet. He took a forward step into Robert’s personal space and placed his hand on Robert's hip, looking into his eyes. Robert leaned in and gave him a small chaste kiss, then watched as he headed into the bathroom.
Robert quickly changed, then went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He wandered back into the living room and grabbed the discarded sheets off the couch from the night before and took them into the bedroom, setting them aside as he removed the old ones from the bed. He smiled when Alan returned and started to help.
First they folded up the extra blanket that had been kicked off the bed, stepping closely together to make the final fold, then, with choreographed grace, they made the bed. As soon as the covers were pulled tight, not a wrinkle to be seen, Alan laid down on it and Robert gave him a sour look. Alan rolled over to the other side and gave Robert a beckoning pat on the bed next to him. Robert rolled his eyes before laying down next to him. Without waiting for an invitation, Alan moved over and laid up against Robert, who turned on his side allowing Alan to spoon up against his back.
Alan let one hand drape over Robert's torso before whispering, "We should just stay in today, just order delivery."
"One of the best ideas of the day." He made no move or indication that he was planning on getting up and time in the near future, and neither did Alan.
Alan pulled Robert in tighter, pressing a kiss to the spot just behind Robert's ear. Robert threaded their fingers together, pressing Alan’s hand tightly against his chest.
"I'm glad you surprised me,” Robert said softly, his breath a barely-there puff against Alan’s cheek.
"So am I."
3.3 Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets