Union 3.7
Title: Union
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 15 First Time coclaim100
Word Count: 1939
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A night of firsts and lasts.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.6 Kitchen Confidential
There was an electric charge in the air, swirling about them. This night, their last night together, felt different. Their clothes were long gone by the time they reached the bedroom, lost somewhere between the kitchen and the bed, their lips pressed against whatever skin they could reach. “Do you want to?”
Robert didn’t need to ask. He knew what Alan was referring to. He had felt the charges prickling his skin as well. He looked into Alan's eyes and nodded. “Just slowly.”
Alan kissed his lips as Robert lowered himself down on the bed. Instead of following right away, Alan went over to his suitcase and rummaged around. He avoided Robert’s eyes as he walked back to the bed.
“You use to be a Boy Scout, right?” Robert indicated Alan’s hand and they both relaxed into smiles.
Alan set the small tube and two condoms on the nightstand. “For whenever you are ready, Love.” He stretched out over the body waiting eagerly for him.
Robert arched up against him and pulled his head forward for a hungry kiss. He could feel his heart hammering out a fast beat, and he had to pull away, turning his head for a lungful of air.
Alan smoothed Robert’s hair back. “We don’t have to…”
“I want to.” He felt on the verge of a panic attack and swallowed back the fear, giving Alan a weak smile. “I want to,” he repeated.
Alan felt Robert tremble beneath, and he kissed his lips, trying to reassure him that it was going to be all right. “Are you sure you are ready?”
“No. But I trust you.”
Coming to a decision, Alan rolled to the side until he was on his back, bringing along Robert for the ride until the other was perched on top. He rubbed Robert’s side with his knee. “I like the view from down here.”
In his surprise, Robert forgot his nerves and gaped down at Alan. “But I’ve never done this before.”
Alan smiled, and he watched some of the worry flee Robert’s eyes. “I can tell you what to do. I can help you, if this is what you want.”
Robert looked surprised and his eyes closed into a squint as he thought this through, thinking this was a bad time to realize he needed to watch more gay porn.
Alan leaned upwards into a kiss and felt Robert’s erection rubbing against his ass. "Hang on, slow down,” Alan whispered, trying to keep things safe and slow. “We have all night, Love.” He pressed several kisses to Robert's temple as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube. He flipped the top open and squeezed some into his fingers. He realized that having Robert on top of him would make the next part difficult. "I need your help."
Robert sat back again and ran his hands down Alan's torso, causing Alan to shiver. "If you keep that up, this will be over before it starts.” He looked up, meeting Robert's eyes, and reached for one of the hands resting on his stomach. Smearing the lube on Robert's fingers, he simply said, "One at a time."
Robert maintained the eye contact as he slowly slid a finger in and felt Alan's body contract tightly against the digit before yielding to the invasion. Robert watched carefully, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. He slowly worked the finger in and out and watched Alan's face change to a more wanton expression. Alan started to meet the small thrusts of Robert’s finger, trying to take it deeper than it could go. Robert slid in a second finger, scissoring them as he worked them in and out. Robert was relaxing and starting to enjoy this, enjoying the warmth and the pleasure and lust that was plastered on Alan's face. Leaning forward, he stole one quick kiss, then another and finally a longer hungrier kiss and Alan thrust and bucked, riding Robert's fingers.
Alan forced himself to stop moving. As good as Robert’s fingers felt inside of him, he knew how wonderful another certain object would feel. “I want you inside,” he beckoned with a husky voice. He felt Robert’s fingers slip out and tried not to miss them. As Robert leaned over to grab a condom, Alan took one of Robert’s nipples into his mouth and took pleasure in throwing him off balance a little and hearing him moan something that resembled his name. While Robert fumbled with the condom wrapper, Alan reached out and trailed a fingertip over his cock, causing Robert to drop the item altogether.
Robert had no sooner gotten the condom rolled on than Alan’s slick hands were stroking him, preparing him for a marathon. Alan’s legs slid up his sides, hooking behind his back, and Robert wondered how Alan could look like he did, not a trace of fear anywhere, body open, trusting, and ready for him. “Are you sure?”
Alan groaned. “What does it look like?” He tried pulling Robert closer to him with his legs.
He leaned forward, cock just brushing against Alan’s entrance. “Sure?” he asked again, unable to resist the, literal, cock tease, even though he was teasing himself almost as badly.
“Are you going to force me to get one of the bananas from the kitchen table?”
Not wanting to wait any longer to find out what it would feel like to be completely one with him, Robert slowly pushed in, wiping away any desperate thoughts of bananas Alan might be thinking about. He slipped further inside at a painstakingly slow pace, only when he was in as far as he could go did he stop.
Alan’s face was flushed, his lips parted, tongue slipping out to dampen them, chest heaving. His eyes started to flutter closed as he absorbed in the sensations. A thumb brushed his cheek and he opened his eyes again, smiling up at Robert and leaning into the touch. The hand moved away, the warm touch now on his chest and moving lower. When the hand wrapped around his cock, he regretfully shooed it away. “One thing at a time.” He hitched his legs up a little further and moved his hips around a little.
Robert breathed out at the sensation and nodded. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the sheets next to Alan's body. Alan rolled his hips encouragingly, and Robert moved in response, drawing himself out and shoving back in, able to press harder and deeper in this new position.
A deep moan of pleasure escaped Alan’s lips, cut short by a gasp as another wave of pleasure washed over him. He ran his hand through Robert's hair, now damp with exertion, down Robert's side, and finally to his own cock. “Faster,” he choked out, giving himself a squeeze. He kept his hand on himself, but not moving, not wanting the party to be over too soon. His legs trembled as Robert picked up the pace and he reached down with his free hand, laying it over Robert’s clenched fist.
Robert took the pace up another notch and Alan could tell that the man was getting close. He finally started moving his own hand over his cock, matching Robert’s pace. He closed his eyes and became lost in the sensations and sounds, still able to see Robert behind his lids. He could feel the veins on Robert’s hand and the beginnings of a cramp in his left leg, sweat on Robert’s sides slippery under them. He felt his own cock throbbing under his hand and a trickle of sweat glide past his ear. A moan, owner undetermined. But the most overwhelming feeling was the feeling of Robert inside him, moving frantically in and almost-out, back and forth. Robert grazed his prostate and Alan nearly screamed with the pleasure that now vibrated through out his entire body. He could no longer tell where he ended and Robert began as they moved like one entity.
The rhythm faltered and Alan opened his eyes. Robert met his glance and the world stopped. Robert still pressed in and out and Alan's hand still matched the cadence, but the world stopped and shrunk until it only contained them. Their eyes were fixed on each other when it hit, Alan's release, short and fast. Alan closed his eyes and arched up, seeking contact, wanting Robert fully against him.
Robert's eyes widened suddenly and he rapidly moved and then abruptly slowed, his mouth gapping, gulping for air and panting. He shook his head, spots in front of his eyes clouding his vision. Alan pressed his hand to Robert’s back and eased him down to melt onto his chest. Alan was aware of Robert slipping out of him and he groaned at the loss, no longer feeling the stretch, no longer feeling joined. Alan pressed kisses to Robert's temple and listened to the rapid heartbeat that met his own, chests rising and falling in unison. He brought his arms around Robert’s back, wrapping him up in a tight embrace, and lowered his legs, crooking his feet around Robert’s ankles.
Robert finally released his hands from the sheets and brushed a few fingertips across Alan’s face, watching his lips quirk up into a smile. He dropped his hand away, his whole body feeling like a lead weight. He allowed himself to be pulled down and buried his head against Alan’s shoulder, breathing deeply.
The breath tickled his hair and Alan tilted his head to the side, leaning it up against Robert’s. He rubbed his back affectionately and could feel Robert's heart rate slowing down. Robert shivered. The window was still cracked open and they had never made it under the covers. Alan kissed Robert's ear and told him that they need to clean up and get under the blankets. Robert moaned and refused to move. Alan chuckled and rubbed Robert's back ending with a squeeze on his ass. Robert laughed against his neck and Alan pushed him off to the side. “Don’t move. Back in a tick.”
“Couldn’t move if the building was on fire,” Robert replied back, voice heavy with contentment.
Alan returned with a warm wash cloth and stared down at an almost sleeping Robert. On his back, body lax. He looked as though he lost all body structure and had melted into the bed. Bending over, Alan kissed Robert on the shoulder and quickly cleaned around his still unmoving body. Another kiss to the stomach and he pulled the blanket so it was covering him. Then Alan walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. He was too wired to sleep, but he really wanted to be curled up with Robert. He paced around the room, trying to dispel the high he got after sex
Water drank, Alan returned to the dark room, his body tingling with the after effects more than the chill that filled the room. He set the empty glass next to Robert's glasses and climbed underneath the covers. He reached out and touched Robert. As though he was a magnet that had found its mate, Robert scooted closer. Alan laid there, still not believing what had happened as he watched Robert breathe in and out. This was real, and not a dream. Alan rolled over and rested his head against Robert’s chest, feeling a hand automatically rest against his back. He bit his lip, remembering that he would be leaving all this tomorrow. He closed his eyes, letting the rhythm of Robert’s heart drown out his thoughts and the rise and fall of his breaths lull him to sleep.
3.8 Alan’s Confession
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 15 First Time coclaim100
Word Count: 1939
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A night of firsts and lasts.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.6 Kitchen Confidential
There was an electric charge in the air, swirling about them. This night, their last night together, felt different. Their clothes were long gone by the time they reached the bedroom, lost somewhere between the kitchen and the bed, their lips pressed against whatever skin they could reach. “Do you want to?”
Robert didn’t need to ask. He knew what Alan was referring to. He had felt the charges prickling his skin as well. He looked into Alan's eyes and nodded. “Just slowly.”
Alan kissed his lips as Robert lowered himself down on the bed. Instead of following right away, Alan went over to his suitcase and rummaged around. He avoided Robert’s eyes as he walked back to the bed.
“You use to be a Boy Scout, right?” Robert indicated Alan’s hand and they both relaxed into smiles.
Alan set the small tube and two condoms on the nightstand. “For whenever you are ready, Love.” He stretched out over the body waiting eagerly for him.
Robert arched up against him and pulled his head forward for a hungry kiss. He could feel his heart hammering out a fast beat, and he had to pull away, turning his head for a lungful of air.
Alan smoothed Robert’s hair back. “We don’t have to…”
“I want to.” He felt on the verge of a panic attack and swallowed back the fear, giving Alan a weak smile. “I want to,” he repeated.
Alan felt Robert tremble beneath, and he kissed his lips, trying to reassure him that it was going to be all right. “Are you sure you are ready?”
“No. But I trust you.”
Coming to a decision, Alan rolled to the side until he was on his back, bringing along Robert for the ride until the other was perched on top. He rubbed Robert’s side with his knee. “I like the view from down here.”
In his surprise, Robert forgot his nerves and gaped down at Alan. “But I’ve never done this before.”
Alan smiled, and he watched some of the worry flee Robert’s eyes. “I can tell you what to do. I can help you, if this is what you want.”
Robert looked surprised and his eyes closed into a squint as he thought this through, thinking this was a bad time to realize he needed to watch more gay porn.
Alan leaned upwards into a kiss and felt Robert’s erection rubbing against his ass. "Hang on, slow down,” Alan whispered, trying to keep things safe and slow. “We have all night, Love.” He pressed several kisses to Robert's temple as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube. He flipped the top open and squeezed some into his fingers. He realized that having Robert on top of him would make the next part difficult. "I need your help."
Robert sat back again and ran his hands down Alan's torso, causing Alan to shiver. "If you keep that up, this will be over before it starts.” He looked up, meeting Robert's eyes, and reached for one of the hands resting on his stomach. Smearing the lube on Robert's fingers, he simply said, "One at a time."
Robert maintained the eye contact as he slowly slid a finger in and felt Alan's body contract tightly against the digit before yielding to the invasion. Robert watched carefully, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. He slowly worked the finger in and out and watched Alan's face change to a more wanton expression. Alan started to meet the small thrusts of Robert’s finger, trying to take it deeper than it could go. Robert slid in a second finger, scissoring them as he worked them in and out. Robert was relaxing and starting to enjoy this, enjoying the warmth and the pleasure and lust that was plastered on Alan's face. Leaning forward, he stole one quick kiss, then another and finally a longer hungrier kiss and Alan thrust and bucked, riding Robert's fingers.
Alan forced himself to stop moving. As good as Robert’s fingers felt inside of him, he knew how wonderful another certain object would feel. “I want you inside,” he beckoned with a husky voice. He felt Robert’s fingers slip out and tried not to miss them. As Robert leaned over to grab a condom, Alan took one of Robert’s nipples into his mouth and took pleasure in throwing him off balance a little and hearing him moan something that resembled his name. While Robert fumbled with the condom wrapper, Alan reached out and trailed a fingertip over his cock, causing Robert to drop the item altogether.
Robert had no sooner gotten the condom rolled on than Alan’s slick hands were stroking him, preparing him for a marathon. Alan’s legs slid up his sides, hooking behind his back, and Robert wondered how Alan could look like he did, not a trace of fear anywhere, body open, trusting, and ready for him. “Are you sure?”
Alan groaned. “What does it look like?” He tried pulling Robert closer to him with his legs.
He leaned forward, cock just brushing against Alan’s entrance. “Sure?” he asked again, unable to resist the, literal, cock tease, even though he was teasing himself almost as badly.
“Are you going to force me to get one of the bananas from the kitchen table?”
Not wanting to wait any longer to find out what it would feel like to be completely one with him, Robert slowly pushed in, wiping away any desperate thoughts of bananas Alan might be thinking about. He slipped further inside at a painstakingly slow pace, only when he was in as far as he could go did he stop.
Alan’s face was flushed, his lips parted, tongue slipping out to dampen them, chest heaving. His eyes started to flutter closed as he absorbed in the sensations. A thumb brushed his cheek and he opened his eyes again, smiling up at Robert and leaning into the touch. The hand moved away, the warm touch now on his chest and moving lower. When the hand wrapped around his cock, he regretfully shooed it away. “One thing at a time.” He hitched his legs up a little further and moved his hips around a little.
Robert breathed out at the sensation and nodded. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the sheets next to Alan's body. Alan rolled his hips encouragingly, and Robert moved in response, drawing himself out and shoving back in, able to press harder and deeper in this new position.
A deep moan of pleasure escaped Alan’s lips, cut short by a gasp as another wave of pleasure washed over him. He ran his hand through Robert's hair, now damp with exertion, down Robert's side, and finally to his own cock. “Faster,” he choked out, giving himself a squeeze. He kept his hand on himself, but not moving, not wanting the party to be over too soon. His legs trembled as Robert picked up the pace and he reached down with his free hand, laying it over Robert’s clenched fist.
Robert took the pace up another notch and Alan could tell that the man was getting close. He finally started moving his own hand over his cock, matching Robert’s pace. He closed his eyes and became lost in the sensations and sounds, still able to see Robert behind his lids. He could feel the veins on Robert’s hand and the beginnings of a cramp in his left leg, sweat on Robert’s sides slippery under them. He felt his own cock throbbing under his hand and a trickle of sweat glide past his ear. A moan, owner undetermined. But the most overwhelming feeling was the feeling of Robert inside him, moving frantically in and almost-out, back and forth. Robert grazed his prostate and Alan nearly screamed with the pleasure that now vibrated through out his entire body. He could no longer tell where he ended and Robert began as they moved like one entity.
The rhythm faltered and Alan opened his eyes. Robert met his glance and the world stopped. Robert still pressed in and out and Alan's hand still matched the cadence, but the world stopped and shrunk until it only contained them. Their eyes were fixed on each other when it hit, Alan's release, short and fast. Alan closed his eyes and arched up, seeking contact, wanting Robert fully against him.
Robert's eyes widened suddenly and he rapidly moved and then abruptly slowed, his mouth gapping, gulping for air and panting. He shook his head, spots in front of his eyes clouding his vision. Alan pressed his hand to Robert’s back and eased him down to melt onto his chest. Alan was aware of Robert slipping out of him and he groaned at the loss, no longer feeling the stretch, no longer feeling joined. Alan pressed kisses to Robert's temple and listened to the rapid heartbeat that met his own, chests rising and falling in unison. He brought his arms around Robert’s back, wrapping him up in a tight embrace, and lowered his legs, crooking his feet around Robert’s ankles.
Robert finally released his hands from the sheets and brushed a few fingertips across Alan’s face, watching his lips quirk up into a smile. He dropped his hand away, his whole body feeling like a lead weight. He allowed himself to be pulled down and buried his head against Alan’s shoulder, breathing deeply.
The breath tickled his hair and Alan tilted his head to the side, leaning it up against Robert’s. He rubbed his back affectionately and could feel Robert's heart rate slowing down. Robert shivered. The window was still cracked open and they had never made it under the covers. Alan kissed Robert's ear and told him that they need to clean up and get under the blankets. Robert moaned and refused to move. Alan chuckled and rubbed Robert's back ending with a squeeze on his ass. Robert laughed against his neck and Alan pushed him off to the side. “Don’t move. Back in a tick.”
“Couldn’t move if the building was on fire,” Robert replied back, voice heavy with contentment.
Alan returned with a warm wash cloth and stared down at an almost sleeping Robert. On his back, body lax. He looked as though he lost all body structure and had melted into the bed. Bending over, Alan kissed Robert on the shoulder and quickly cleaned around his still unmoving body. Another kiss to the stomach and he pulled the blanket so it was covering him. Then Alan walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. He was too wired to sleep, but he really wanted to be curled up with Robert. He paced around the room, trying to dispel the high he got after sex
Water drank, Alan returned to the dark room, his body tingling with the after effects more than the chill that filled the room. He set the empty glass next to Robert's glasses and climbed underneath the covers. He reached out and touched Robert. As though he was a magnet that had found its mate, Robert scooted closer. Alan laid there, still not believing what had happened as he watched Robert breathe in and out. This was real, and not a dream. Alan rolled over and rested his head against Robert’s chest, feeling a hand automatically rest against his back. He bit his lip, remembering that he would be leaving all this tomorrow. He closed his eyes, letting the rhythm of Robert’s heart drown out his thoughts and the rise and fall of his breaths lull him to sleep.
3.8 Alan’s Confession