Pushing the Limits. Story 3.4
Title: Pushing the Limits
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 22 Too Much coclaim100
Word Count: 1131
Rating: R
Summary: How much is too much?
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.3 Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets
They had eaten dinner. The dishes had all been washed and put away. The food had settled, leaving them warm and content. A touch against Robert’s neck, a hand traveling up his shirt. That was all it took. Lips pressed together, gasps shared. When they parted, both feeling too weak in the knees to stand, Robert offered his hand to Alan, wiggling his fingers until they were covered by Alan’s. With a tug and a smile, he led him towards the bedroom.
Hands still gripped, they fell down upon the bed, lips and tongues dueling once more, hands fumbling with clothing with no help from their owner’s brains. So the pleasure of complete skin upon skin was quite unexpected. Robert moved his lips away from Alan’s, kissing from his cheek down to his shoulder, moving a hand up to tangle in the curls.
Alan ran his hand down Robert’s back, feeling him lean back against his hand at the contact, the other hand moving to the back of Robert’s neck. He hummed under his breath as the two mouths joined once again and worked together in heated passion. Alan moved his hand lower, brushing over Robert’s ass, kneading and massaging the skin. With exploring fingers, he moved them between the folds of skin and inserted a finger into the tight ring of muscle. He felt Robert tense up, his mouth going slack, then frantically pulling away from his lips. Alan pulled back the rest of the way and tried to catch Robert’s eye and find out what was wrong.
Robert was lying on his stomach and had his head buried into the pillow, muttering to himself, eyes tightly closed, "I knew this wouldn’t work. I knew it was too much, too fast. I…"
Alan slowly touched his back, feeling him flinch away from his fingers. He moved his hand away and laid next to him, mirroring his position. "Talk to me Robert, tell me what I did wrong.” He waited, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Finally, Robert turned his head enough to look at Alan with one eye. His face was paler than it should have been considering he had had it buried in the pillow for several minutes. Robert started to speak, the words halting, bare snatches of sentences. “Trent...I was young. He promised...it just didn't work out...I am not sure if I can ever do it...it hurt so much, I thought I was coming apart. Alan?" He reached a hand up to Alan's face, desperate to make his feeling clear when words were failing him, gently touching a cheek. “I just am not sure if I can do this right now. I think I want to, but then I remembered what happened before, and my body shut down on me. I'm sorry." It was too much for him and he quickly turned to roll out of bed, snatching a robe and wrapping it tightly around him and he hurried from the room.
Even had Robert stayed, Alan could think of nothing to say, he was speechless. He laid there waiting for Robert to come back to bed, trying to think what he could say when he returned, what reassurances he could offer. It wasn’t like Alan engaged in anal sex often, but the few times that he had, he had found it quite enjoyable, depending on the partner.
30 minutes ticked by and Alan gave up waiting for Robert to return. He slipped out of the bed, shivering in the cold as he quickly donned a pair of track pants and a t-shirt. He found Robert sitting on his couch, staring blankly ahead into the dark room. Alan walked over and sat next to him, leaving a little space between them. He needed Robert to trust him. Setting his hand next to Robert's on the cushions, he spoke softly, “Robert, look at me."
Robert just sat there, expressionless, giving no sign that he had heard or that he was even aware of Alan’s presence.
Alan continued, "I'm sorry you have had a bad experience. If I could, I would erase it for you. I just want you to know that I am sorry I pushed you." Alan looked down and shut his eyes, trying to find the right words. "We should have talked about our developing relationship. I'm a daft git for not talking to you first, I just wasn't thinking. Sex doesn't just happen...even when two people care about each other.” He paused again, looking at the seam of the couch and tracing his finger along it. "Sometimes the people involved need to talk about their needs and what they want." He stopped for a few seconds and rubbed his hand over his face, scrubbing away what just happened. "I should have made sure we talked about this, but what was happening was good. Actually, it was more then good, and I want that with you. I am not going to lie to you." Alan fought the urge to shake Robert, to get some reaction out of him, any reaction. He looked up and Robert just continued to stare into space. "At your pace, in your time, I need you to talk to me, to look at me." Alan sat back against the couch, flopping his head against the back and letting out a deep breath. The room was silent, but the atmosphere felt a little warmer than it had been a few minutes before. Alan felt one finger, then a second cover his hand.
Robert threaded their fingers together and leaned over, placing his head against Alan's chest. “We do need to talk, but I don't think now is the right time.” He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “We are both tired, and I am not sure if I can really tell you what is going on inside my head. I don’t think I know for sure myself. I like what we have, but I am not sure how long it will take for me to be comfortable with this relationship, much less make it as intimate as you clearly want. I am worried you will lose patience with me, but you are right: If this is going to work, we need to talk to each other and be honest. Tonight can we just put that aside and stay right here?”
Alan unthreaded his fingers and Robert’s breath caught in his throat as fear gripped him, afraid that Alan would leave him. Alan caught the tenseness and wrapped the now free hand across Robert’s back and held him tightly. Kissing the side of his head, he just whispered, "Whatever you want, Love." He rubbed soothing circles against Robert’s back until they both fell asleep, bodies pressed tightly together, in the dark room.
3.5 A Walk in the Park
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 22 Too Much coclaim100
Word Count: 1131
Rating: R
Summary: How much is too much?
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.3 Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets
They had eaten dinner. The dishes had all been washed and put away. The food had settled, leaving them warm and content. A touch against Robert’s neck, a hand traveling up his shirt. That was all it took. Lips pressed together, gasps shared. When they parted, both feeling too weak in the knees to stand, Robert offered his hand to Alan, wiggling his fingers until they were covered by Alan’s. With a tug and a smile, he led him towards the bedroom.
Hands still gripped, they fell down upon the bed, lips and tongues dueling once more, hands fumbling with clothing with no help from their owner’s brains. So the pleasure of complete skin upon skin was quite unexpected. Robert moved his lips away from Alan’s, kissing from his cheek down to his shoulder, moving a hand up to tangle in the curls.
Alan ran his hand down Robert’s back, feeling him lean back against his hand at the contact, the other hand moving to the back of Robert’s neck. He hummed under his breath as the two mouths joined once again and worked together in heated passion. Alan moved his hand lower, brushing over Robert’s ass, kneading and massaging the skin. With exploring fingers, he moved them between the folds of skin and inserted a finger into the tight ring of muscle. He felt Robert tense up, his mouth going slack, then frantically pulling away from his lips. Alan pulled back the rest of the way and tried to catch Robert’s eye and find out what was wrong.
Robert was lying on his stomach and had his head buried into the pillow, muttering to himself, eyes tightly closed, "I knew this wouldn’t work. I knew it was too much, too fast. I…"
Alan slowly touched his back, feeling him flinch away from his fingers. He moved his hand away and laid next to him, mirroring his position. "Talk to me Robert, tell me what I did wrong.” He waited, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Finally, Robert turned his head enough to look at Alan with one eye. His face was paler than it should have been considering he had had it buried in the pillow for several minutes. Robert started to speak, the words halting, bare snatches of sentences. “Trent...I was young. He promised...it just didn't work out...I am not sure if I can ever do it...it hurt so much, I thought I was coming apart. Alan?" He reached a hand up to Alan's face, desperate to make his feeling clear when words were failing him, gently touching a cheek. “I just am not sure if I can do this right now. I think I want to, but then I remembered what happened before, and my body shut down on me. I'm sorry." It was too much for him and he quickly turned to roll out of bed, snatching a robe and wrapping it tightly around him and he hurried from the room.
Even had Robert stayed, Alan could think of nothing to say, he was speechless. He laid there waiting for Robert to come back to bed, trying to think what he could say when he returned, what reassurances he could offer. It wasn’t like Alan engaged in anal sex often, but the few times that he had, he had found it quite enjoyable, depending on the partner.
30 minutes ticked by and Alan gave up waiting for Robert to return. He slipped out of the bed, shivering in the cold as he quickly donned a pair of track pants and a t-shirt. He found Robert sitting on his couch, staring blankly ahead into the dark room. Alan walked over and sat next to him, leaving a little space between them. He needed Robert to trust him. Setting his hand next to Robert's on the cushions, he spoke softly, “Robert, look at me."
Robert just sat there, expressionless, giving no sign that he had heard or that he was even aware of Alan’s presence.
Alan continued, "I'm sorry you have had a bad experience. If I could, I would erase it for you. I just want you to know that I am sorry I pushed you." Alan looked down and shut his eyes, trying to find the right words. "We should have talked about our developing relationship. I'm a daft git for not talking to you first, I just wasn't thinking. Sex doesn't just happen...even when two people care about each other.” He paused again, looking at the seam of the couch and tracing his finger along it. "Sometimes the people involved need to talk about their needs and what they want." He stopped for a few seconds and rubbed his hand over his face, scrubbing away what just happened. "I should have made sure we talked about this, but what was happening was good. Actually, it was more then good, and I want that with you. I am not going to lie to you." Alan fought the urge to shake Robert, to get some reaction out of him, any reaction. He looked up and Robert just continued to stare into space. "At your pace, in your time, I need you to talk to me, to look at me." Alan sat back against the couch, flopping his head against the back and letting out a deep breath. The room was silent, but the atmosphere felt a little warmer than it had been a few minutes before. Alan felt one finger, then a second cover his hand.
Robert threaded their fingers together and leaned over, placing his head against Alan's chest. “We do need to talk, but I don't think now is the right time.” He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “We are both tired, and I am not sure if I can really tell you what is going on inside my head. I don’t think I know for sure myself. I like what we have, but I am not sure how long it will take for me to be comfortable with this relationship, much less make it as intimate as you clearly want. I am worried you will lose patience with me, but you are right: If this is going to work, we need to talk to each other and be honest. Tonight can we just put that aside and stay right here?”
Alan unthreaded his fingers and Robert’s breath caught in his throat as fear gripped him, afraid that Alan would leave him. Alan caught the tenseness and wrapped the now free hand across Robert’s back and held him tightly. Kissing the side of his head, he just whispered, "Whatever you want, Love." He rubbed soothing circles against Robert’s back until they both fell asleep, bodies pressed tightly together, in the dark room.
3.5 A Walk in the Park