That's What Friends are For 5.7
Title: That’s What Friends are For
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 44 gentle
Word Count: 3468
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert and Alan wake up the next morning….
Authors’ Notes: Despite the computer gods doing all they could to prevent the posting of this chapter, here it is!
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
An Evening Repast
Robert slowly woke, blinking into focus the familiar red Arsenal poster and getting a feeling of déjà vu. But something was different this time around. An arm was resting across his chest. He followed the shape of the arm that was tucked under the covers to its owner and smiled. Alan was resting peacefully, the covers rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Part of Alan’s head poked out from under the white sheets, and Robert noticed that his color was getting stronger, looking less like chalk. He wanted to reach out and push Alan's hair off his forehead, but worry from waking him kept Robert from reaching out.
Trying hard not to wake him, Robert pulled the sheets back and slowly slid out from under the arm. Once out of bed, he paused for a moment to stare down at his slumbering friend. With great effort, he was able to tear himself away to grab some clothes to change into after his shower. He stopped when he heard his name being called. He returned to the bed and sat on the edge. “Hey. Sorry to wake you.”
Alan reached out and rested his hand on Robert’s thigh. “Been sleeping too much. Feel like an invalid.” He shifted under the covers, wincing at how stiff he had gotten from a night of sleeping in the same position. His head was starting to pound in unison with the pain in his stomach.
Robert saw the creases cross Alan’s brow and patted his hand before standing and wordlessly fetching a pair of pain pills and a little cup of water. He helped Alan to sit up against the headboard and handed him the pills and water. “I was going to take a quick shower,” he stated while Alan sipped at the water.
Alan pulled the cup away from his lips. “Need some company?" he asked, winking as he finished the water.
“The doctor said no showers for a few days. When I get out we can get creative.” Robert gave him a wink before standing, then walked to the bathroom, leaving Alan to his thoughts.
Alan sighed, watching Robert walk away. He stayed still for several minutes, making sure Robert wasn’t coming out any time soon, then pulled back the covers and scooted over towards the edge of the bed. The pills had barely started to take the edge off and he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath, then pushed himself to his feet. He stood still for a time, giving the pills a chance to catch up with him, before taking a few steps, trying to loosen his muscles up.
After the pain and receded to a dull ache, Alan went to his closet to dig out some clothes. Oh, how he had missed his clothes closet! He was still digging around when Robert emerged from the bathroom, shirtless and dusting his hair dry with a fluffy towel. “I’m all right, I’m all right,” he reassured the worried look, finally grabbing a shirt and sweat pants and taking them over to the bed.
“Don’t you need to get cleaned up first?”
“Well, someone won’t let me take a shower.”
“Who said anything about a shower?”
“Me, 15 minutes ago. Have a better idea?” He tried not to sound as annoyed as he felt, but his glare said it loud and clear.
Robert smiled, unfazed. He went back into the bathroom and ran some water. When he returned, he had a small basin half filled with water, a towel, and some washcloths cradled in his arms.
Alan sighed. “You are not giving me a sponge bath!”
“See any sponges?”
“Cloth bath then.”
“Please?”
Alan groaned.
Moments later, or so it seemed, Alan was clad only in his boxers and seated on the bed with Robert behind him, washcloth in hand. Alan was still moody, his insists for doing it himself falling on deaf ears. And, when the wet cloth was rubbed in slow circles on his back, he closed his eyes and hated himself for enjoying it.
Robert had laid a towel against Alan’s lower back to catch any water droplets and rested a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
“Hey, you just cleaned there,” Alan teased when he felt a pair of lips replace the sponge.
Robert continued slowly washing, dragging the soap free cleaner across Alan’s skin. “It would be nice to not have a medical reason to do this,” he said, unthinking, lost in his ministrations.
Alan tried to sit still, but he wanted to wrap Robert in his arms, bury his nose in the hair at the side of his head and to just smell him. Before moving on to less honorable activities, that is. He started to move an arm to pull Robert forward and grimaced in pain.
Robert tutted into Alan’s ear and rubbed his shoulder, soothing him. He pressed a kiss to Alan’s neck. “When you are all better, we can do whatever you’d like,” he whispered.
“I’m not an invalid.”
“Yes, and I do not want to have to take you back to the hospital when you rip out your stitches because we tried to have sex.”
“You are the one who offered creativity. I am just trying to see how creative you will let me be.”
Robert kissed Alan’s shoulder again, tonguing the skin lightly, and Alan relaxed into the kiss, tilting his head to the side. Robert took the cue and moved his lips to the newly cleaned neck and kissed a little harder. “Better?”
Alan closed his eyes, a smile creeping across his face. “More?”
Scooting off the bed and setting down the bowl of water, Robert pressed Alan backwards so he was stretched out on the bed.
“Scoot over.” Robert climbed in and pretended not to notice the grimace on Alan’s face as moved, knowing any help would be seen as a come on and if Alan got a hold of him, he might not be able to free himself. Laying on his side, head propped up on his hand, he looked down at Alan, smiling. “It’s nice to see you.”
Alan laughed lightly. “If I knew great bodily injury would get you out here, I would have arranged it earlier.” He brought a hand up and carded it through Robert’s hair.
“Don’t you dare. I want you all healthy for my summer visit.” Robert rubbed his fingers across Alan’s face, not able to resist the contact.
Alan just closed his eyes and enjoyed the exploring fingers. “Sleep well? Afraid I wasn’t much company.”
“Waking up here with you was nice. Much better then waking up here alone.” Robert ran his hand down Alan’s face and across his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” Alan muttered, leaning his head against the arm, encouraging.
Robert leaned forward and kissed Alan’s earlobe, whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You wouldn’t deprive a man of his last wish, would you?”
“You are not dying,” Robert said seriously.
“No, but this is the only wish I want,” Alan replied, just as seriously, eyes twinkling, knowing just how irresistible he could be.
Laughing and pressing kisses to Alan’s jaw, Robert pulled back and looked into his eyes, once again serious. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“Robert, everything hurts, but I want you madly, and that hurts the most.”
Robert leaned forward and gave Alan a soft kiss. It was gentle and tentative, searching for something. He felt Alan try to shift towards him to deepen the kiss and pulled back.
“That’s not very nice,” he pouted.
“You are going to hurt yourself.” He pressed a quick kiss to his temple, then pulled back with a smile turning up the sides of his mouth. Robert took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Alan raised hand to card it through Robert’s hair when he settled back down beside him. “I’ve missed these moments, just you and me, nothing else existing.”
“You have no idea how worried I was when I heard the news. And you are fine now, and I am here…it is so…nothing seems real. Ouch!” He had felt Alan pinch his thigh through his pants. “I am aware this is not a dream. In my dreams, I prefer you healthy.”
“You dream about me?”
Robert clamped his mouth shut, not having planned to ever tell about his fantasies. “You are always in my thoughts.” He leaned forward again and pressed kisses to Alan’s face, trailing them down his jaw and to his neck. He felt Alan grab his hand, moving it from his shoulder and down his chest. “This is where I remind you again about your stitches.”
“And this is where I tell you to sod the stitches. I need this, I need you.”
Robert felt the cloth from the edge of the bandage brush his fingers as his hand was slid lower. He hated to do it, but finally freed his hand from Alan’s grasp when he felt the tickling of hairs. “Relax, you need to heal.”
“I’m not good at that.”
Robert ran his hand down Alan’s arm and over to his hip, fingers gently dancing along his skin. He heard Alan take a sharp intake of air, then let the breath go.
Alan sank back into the mattress and scowled at Robert. “Tease.”
Robert leaned over and kissed him gently, his hand rubbing up and down his side several times before lighting his stomach. “We will need to change your dressing this morning.”
Alan just hummed and closed his eyes, resting his hand on Robert’s, trying once again to inch it towards the lower center of his body.
“Alan, we can’t.”
“I doubt I will last that long. A quick wank? At least that should be all right.”
“A quick wank,” Robert teased into Alan’s ear. “Something like this?” His hand found Alan’s growing erection.
Alan hissed and his hips lifted. It was then that he felt Robert let go. “I will behave, don’t stop.”
Robert trailed his hand down Alan’s body again and listened to Alan’s happy hum as he progressed. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed Alan, feeling him open up, letting him in. His hand made contact again and he ran his thumb over the top, spreading the leaking moisture across the head.
Alan laid still the best that he could, distracted by Robert’s tongue roaming his mouth. Alan thought he could just stay this way all day, with Robert’s body pressing against his side, lips consuming his mouth, and hand bringing him to the precipice of pleasure. He closed his eyes, trying to will his hips to stay on the bed and his legs to keep from twisting to wrap around the body next to him. Robert’s pace was maddeningly slow. He pulled his lips away from Robert’s. “Faster…please!” he groaned out, tossing his head back and digging his fingers into the sheets. He felt Robert shift, but his eyes were still tightly closed. Suddenly, the hand stopped moving. Before he could protest, a pair of lips were wrapping around his cock and hands were lightly pressed against his hips, keeping them firmly on the bed. Alan gasped in surprise, eyes opening to look down and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Robert looked up, meeting Alan’s eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked, slightly unsure.
Alan dumbly nodded, licking his lips as he watched Robert lower his head again to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. He tried to shift and encourage Robert to take in more of him, but the hands tightened their hold on his hips, pinning him.
Robert closed his eyes and inched his mouth down the shaft, then tentatively he moved back up, focusing on this moment. His ears listened to the hitch in Alan’s breath when his tongue grazed the head, and the way his hip twitched when he licked down the shaft. Slowly Robert learned what gained a reaction from Alan and he gained confidence slowly.
Alan carded his hand through Robert’s hair, trying not to thrust. The last he wanted to do was choke Robert. Curling his toes he pressed his head back against the pillow. He shut his eyes tightly and he tried to let go and just release, but he was enjoying this too much and had wanted it too long. He lightly scratched Robert’s head, trying to distract him and make this last as long as possible.
Robert lifted a hand off Alan’s hip and grasped the hand that was driving him insane. He threaded his fingers into Alan’s and then brought their hands to rest on the sheets. Robert sped up and tied to vary his attention, swirling his tongue around Alan’s cock, and applying the slightest bit of suction. It wasn’t long before Robert noticed that Alan’s breathing was shorter and starting to catch in his throat, and he knew that Alan was close. With one last stroke from his tongue, Robert released him and, before Alan could gasp out a protest, he smothered Alan’s lips with his and his hand grasped Alan’s cock. Pumping and stroking, Robert resumed the same rhythm that he had had with his mouth. Fingers intertwined, Robert felt Alan press his hand into his back, the short nails digging crescents into his skin as he found his release. Robert let go of Alan when his breathing started to resemble normal and pressed his head into Alan’s neck.
Alan could barely see as he rested his head to the side against Robert’s, trying to catch his breath. He relaxed his fingers flat against Robert’s back. “Than’ you,” he mumbled. He felt Robert pulling away, but his arms were so relaxed that he couldn’t hold on to keep Robert from leaving. He watched from half-masted lids as Robert took a few steps away.
Robert picked up the washcloth from the bowl, glad to find the water still warm, and wrung it out, returning to give Alan a final clean up. Alan rested a hand on his arm as he leaned over him. The hand moved some and he ignored it, instead making sure to get all of the mess on Alan’s chest. When Alan’s hand moved to his lap, he swatted it away.
“Feels like you need some help,” Alan said with a content smile on his face, still a little high from his orgasm.
Robert shook his head and pulled back, foiling another attempt at a crotch-grab. After tossing the cloth back into the bowl, he leaned back towards Alan, pinning his hands down to the bed before giving him a long slow kiss, feeling the body relax. He pulled back and watched as Alan slowly drifted off into a satisfying sleep. He felt a little light-headed as he hurried towards the bathroom, careful to close the door silently.
Five minutes later, Robert emerged from the bathroom feeling less stressful with a handful of bandages, salve, and tape. He sat on the edge of the bed and a grin grew across his face as he noticed the ghost of a smile left on Alan’s face. Carefully he pulled on the tape that was holding the bandage in place and it easily released from the skin. As he gently cleansed the area, Alan’s body twitched, startling him.
“Whatca doing?” the sleepy voice inquired.
“Go back to sleep, you need the rest. Just changing your dressing.”
That seemed to be enough for Alan and he drifted back to the sleep he had barely awoken from. He tried to turn over onto his side, but Robert gently stopped him and stroked his arm slowly, waiting for him to quiet down into a deeper sleep.
Robert paused before putting on a new bandage, getting a look at the stitched up wound for the first time. It was about 2 inches long, a simple stitch holding the parts of skin together. It was red and new looking, but the edges seemed to be healing. There was none of the bright pink or inflamed tissues that the doctor had told him to look for. Squeezing a little antibiotic cream onto his gloved finger, he gently dabbed the cream into the wound, making sure to coat it well. Robert then laid the dressing over the wound and ripped off four even measures of tape secure the dressing to Alan's skin. After he was finished, he took the bowl, washcloth, and old bandages out of the bedroom. He then headed into the living room after making sure that Alan was sleeping. He grabbed a random book of Alan’s from a nearby shelf and curled up on the couch to begin reading. He became absorbed into the murder mystery. It was an engrossing book that distracted him to the point that he was completely absorbed in the story. So much so, that he did not hear the sleepy scuffle of feet leave the bedroom and walk into the living room.
Alan was tired, sore and hungry and was hoping that Robert had not gone too far. He was happy and relieved to see the brown hair just visible above the top of the sofa. He walked around the settee and sat down, and placing his hand on Robert's knee.
“Sleepyhead, you’re awake." He leaned over giving Alan a quick kiss.
"I'm hungry."
"Go back to bed and I will get you something to eat."
Alan pouted. "I think I will just lay out here and put on the telly. I am afraid I will become part of the mattress for all the time I have spent there. I need some time out of bed, make nice with all my other furniture."
Robert squeezed Alan’s hand before standing and walking towards the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Hungry?"
"Famished. What time is it?" Leaning back, he closed his eyes and settled into the couch, enjoying the sounds of Robert shuffling around in his kitchen, assembling something to eat. After the ding of the microwave and then clanking of dishes, Alan looked over to see Robert reentering the living room, carrying a tray with a pair of bowls on it.
“Are you awake?” he asked softly, setting down the tray and then sitting on the coffee table. He rested his hands on Alan's knees and watched for him to open his eyes up. Then he held out one of the bowls. "Soup?"
"Sounds good." Alan cradled the bowl in his hands and inhaled the fragrant steam. He took the spoon and slowly began to eat.
When Robert was sure he could hold the bowl on his own, he stood and sat next to Alan on the couch. Robert pushed the book he had been reading off to the side and then picked up his own bowl. "Feeling better?" Robert looked from his bowl to Alan.
“Much. Had a good sleep, but I feel like I have had too much. I want to be active. Maybe a walk this afternoon outside?"
"If you’re up to it. We need to take it easy." Robert hated the nagging, but he hated seeing Alan in pain more and wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"I'm fine. I’m not a china doll, after all."
Robert set his bowl down and reached over resting his hand on Alan's thigh. "I know, but..."
"But nothing. I feel a million times better." Alan finished the soup and gingerly leaned forward to set the bowl down. He stifled a yawn, surprised that he was still tired. He tilted to the side, to rest against Robert.
Robert ran his hand through Alan's hair and left a kiss on his temple, then moved Alan until his head was resting in his lap. "Rest first, then walk."
Alan looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That sounded very doctorly."
"I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV." Robert winked.
Alan laughed and clutched his side, grimacing.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Robert put a hand on Alan to soothe him.
"It’s okay. It is nice to laugh." Alan stifled another yawn. "I'm a bit tired. Maybe I will take your advice."
Robert propped up his feet and let Alan's head settle more solidly onto his lap. He picked up the book and found his place and used one hand to hold open the book and the other to stroke Alan's hair. Soon Robert heard Alan's breath even out and tried to focus on the mystery in his hand and not on the soft curls that clung to his fingers. The walk forgotten, Robert let Alan sleep, his body repairing itself as Robert worked his way through the novel.
05.08 One for the Road
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 44 gentle
Word Count: 3468
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert and Alan wake up the next morning….
Authors’ Notes: Despite the computer gods doing all they could to prevent the posting of this chapter, here it is!
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
An Evening Repast
Robert slowly woke, blinking into focus the familiar red Arsenal poster and getting a feeling of déjà vu. But something was different this time around. An arm was resting across his chest. He followed the shape of the arm that was tucked under the covers to its owner and smiled. Alan was resting peacefully, the covers rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Part of Alan’s head poked out from under the white sheets, and Robert noticed that his color was getting stronger, looking less like chalk. He wanted to reach out and push Alan's hair off his forehead, but worry from waking him kept Robert from reaching out.
Trying hard not to wake him, Robert pulled the sheets back and slowly slid out from under the arm. Once out of bed, he paused for a moment to stare down at his slumbering friend. With great effort, he was able to tear himself away to grab some clothes to change into after his shower. He stopped when he heard his name being called. He returned to the bed and sat on the edge. “Hey. Sorry to wake you.”
Alan reached out and rested his hand on Robert’s thigh. “Been sleeping too much. Feel like an invalid.” He shifted under the covers, wincing at how stiff he had gotten from a night of sleeping in the same position. His head was starting to pound in unison with the pain in his stomach.
Robert saw the creases cross Alan’s brow and patted his hand before standing and wordlessly fetching a pair of pain pills and a little cup of water. He helped Alan to sit up against the headboard and handed him the pills and water. “I was going to take a quick shower,” he stated while Alan sipped at the water.
Alan pulled the cup away from his lips. “Need some company?" he asked, winking as he finished the water.
“The doctor said no showers for a few days. When I get out we can get creative.” Robert gave him a wink before standing, then walked to the bathroom, leaving Alan to his thoughts.
Alan sighed, watching Robert walk away. He stayed still for several minutes, making sure Robert wasn’t coming out any time soon, then pulled back the covers and scooted over towards the edge of the bed. The pills had barely started to take the edge off and he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath, then pushed himself to his feet. He stood still for a time, giving the pills a chance to catch up with him, before taking a few steps, trying to loosen his muscles up.
After the pain and receded to a dull ache, Alan went to his closet to dig out some clothes. Oh, how he had missed his clothes closet! He was still digging around when Robert emerged from the bathroom, shirtless and dusting his hair dry with a fluffy towel. “I’m all right, I’m all right,” he reassured the worried look, finally grabbing a shirt and sweat pants and taking them over to the bed.
“Don’t you need to get cleaned up first?”
“Well, someone won’t let me take a shower.”
“Who said anything about a shower?”
“Me, 15 minutes ago. Have a better idea?” He tried not to sound as annoyed as he felt, but his glare said it loud and clear.
Robert smiled, unfazed. He went back into the bathroom and ran some water. When he returned, he had a small basin half filled with water, a towel, and some washcloths cradled in his arms.
Alan sighed. “You are not giving me a sponge bath!”
“See any sponges?”
“Cloth bath then.”
“Please?”
Alan groaned.
Moments later, or so it seemed, Alan was clad only in his boxers and seated on the bed with Robert behind him, washcloth in hand. Alan was still moody, his insists for doing it himself falling on deaf ears. And, when the wet cloth was rubbed in slow circles on his back, he closed his eyes and hated himself for enjoying it.
Robert had laid a towel against Alan’s lower back to catch any water droplets and rested a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
“Hey, you just cleaned there,” Alan teased when he felt a pair of lips replace the sponge.
Robert continued slowly washing, dragging the soap free cleaner across Alan’s skin. “It would be nice to not have a medical reason to do this,” he said, unthinking, lost in his ministrations.
Alan tried to sit still, but he wanted to wrap Robert in his arms, bury his nose in the hair at the side of his head and to just smell him. Before moving on to less honorable activities, that is. He started to move an arm to pull Robert forward and grimaced in pain.
Robert tutted into Alan’s ear and rubbed his shoulder, soothing him. He pressed a kiss to Alan’s neck. “When you are all better, we can do whatever you’d like,” he whispered.
“I’m not an invalid.”
“Yes, and I do not want to have to take you back to the hospital when you rip out your stitches because we tried to have sex.”
“You are the one who offered creativity. I am just trying to see how creative you will let me be.”
Robert kissed Alan’s shoulder again, tonguing the skin lightly, and Alan relaxed into the kiss, tilting his head to the side. Robert took the cue and moved his lips to the newly cleaned neck and kissed a little harder. “Better?”
Alan closed his eyes, a smile creeping across his face. “More?”
Scooting off the bed and setting down the bowl of water, Robert pressed Alan backwards so he was stretched out on the bed.
“Scoot over.” Robert climbed in and pretended not to notice the grimace on Alan’s face as moved, knowing any help would be seen as a come on and if Alan got a hold of him, he might not be able to free himself. Laying on his side, head propped up on his hand, he looked down at Alan, smiling. “It’s nice to see you.”
Alan laughed lightly. “If I knew great bodily injury would get you out here, I would have arranged it earlier.” He brought a hand up and carded it through Robert’s hair.
“Don’t you dare. I want you all healthy for my summer visit.” Robert rubbed his fingers across Alan’s face, not able to resist the contact.
Alan just closed his eyes and enjoyed the exploring fingers. “Sleep well? Afraid I wasn’t much company.”
“Waking up here with you was nice. Much better then waking up here alone.” Robert ran his hand down Alan’s face and across his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” Alan muttered, leaning his head against the arm, encouraging.
Robert leaned forward and kissed Alan’s earlobe, whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You wouldn’t deprive a man of his last wish, would you?”
“You are not dying,” Robert said seriously.
“No, but this is the only wish I want,” Alan replied, just as seriously, eyes twinkling, knowing just how irresistible he could be.
Laughing and pressing kisses to Alan’s jaw, Robert pulled back and looked into his eyes, once again serious. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“Robert, everything hurts, but I want you madly, and that hurts the most.”
Robert leaned forward and gave Alan a soft kiss. It was gentle and tentative, searching for something. He felt Alan try to shift towards him to deepen the kiss and pulled back.
“That’s not very nice,” he pouted.
“You are going to hurt yourself.” He pressed a quick kiss to his temple, then pulled back with a smile turning up the sides of his mouth. Robert took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Alan raised hand to card it through Robert’s hair when he settled back down beside him. “I’ve missed these moments, just you and me, nothing else existing.”
“You have no idea how worried I was when I heard the news. And you are fine now, and I am here…it is so…nothing seems real. Ouch!” He had felt Alan pinch his thigh through his pants. “I am aware this is not a dream. In my dreams, I prefer you healthy.”
“You dream about me?”
Robert clamped his mouth shut, not having planned to ever tell about his fantasies. “You are always in my thoughts.” He leaned forward again and pressed kisses to Alan’s face, trailing them down his jaw and to his neck. He felt Alan grab his hand, moving it from his shoulder and down his chest. “This is where I remind you again about your stitches.”
“And this is where I tell you to sod the stitches. I need this, I need you.”
Robert felt the cloth from the edge of the bandage brush his fingers as his hand was slid lower. He hated to do it, but finally freed his hand from Alan’s grasp when he felt the tickling of hairs. “Relax, you need to heal.”
“I’m not good at that.”
Robert ran his hand down Alan’s arm and over to his hip, fingers gently dancing along his skin. He heard Alan take a sharp intake of air, then let the breath go.
Alan sank back into the mattress and scowled at Robert. “Tease.”
Robert leaned over and kissed him gently, his hand rubbing up and down his side several times before lighting his stomach. “We will need to change your dressing this morning.”
Alan just hummed and closed his eyes, resting his hand on Robert’s, trying once again to inch it towards the lower center of his body.
“Alan, we can’t.”
“I doubt I will last that long. A quick wank? At least that should be all right.”
“A quick wank,” Robert teased into Alan’s ear. “Something like this?” His hand found Alan’s growing erection.
Alan hissed and his hips lifted. It was then that he felt Robert let go. “I will behave, don’t stop.”
Robert trailed his hand down Alan’s body again and listened to Alan’s happy hum as he progressed. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed Alan, feeling him open up, letting him in. His hand made contact again and he ran his thumb over the top, spreading the leaking moisture across the head.
Alan laid still the best that he could, distracted by Robert’s tongue roaming his mouth. Alan thought he could just stay this way all day, with Robert’s body pressing against his side, lips consuming his mouth, and hand bringing him to the precipice of pleasure. He closed his eyes, trying to will his hips to stay on the bed and his legs to keep from twisting to wrap around the body next to him. Robert’s pace was maddeningly slow. He pulled his lips away from Robert’s. “Faster…please!” he groaned out, tossing his head back and digging his fingers into the sheets. He felt Robert shift, but his eyes were still tightly closed. Suddenly, the hand stopped moving. Before he could protest, a pair of lips were wrapping around his cock and hands were lightly pressed against his hips, keeping them firmly on the bed. Alan gasped in surprise, eyes opening to look down and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Robert looked up, meeting Alan’s eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked, slightly unsure.
Alan dumbly nodded, licking his lips as he watched Robert lower his head again to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. He tried to shift and encourage Robert to take in more of him, but the hands tightened their hold on his hips, pinning him.
Robert closed his eyes and inched his mouth down the shaft, then tentatively he moved back up, focusing on this moment. His ears listened to the hitch in Alan’s breath when his tongue grazed the head, and the way his hip twitched when he licked down the shaft. Slowly Robert learned what gained a reaction from Alan and he gained confidence slowly.
Alan carded his hand through Robert’s hair, trying not to thrust. The last he wanted to do was choke Robert. Curling his toes he pressed his head back against the pillow. He shut his eyes tightly and he tried to let go and just release, but he was enjoying this too much and had wanted it too long. He lightly scratched Robert’s head, trying to distract him and make this last as long as possible.
Robert lifted a hand off Alan’s hip and grasped the hand that was driving him insane. He threaded his fingers into Alan’s and then brought their hands to rest on the sheets. Robert sped up and tied to vary his attention, swirling his tongue around Alan’s cock, and applying the slightest bit of suction. It wasn’t long before Robert noticed that Alan’s breathing was shorter and starting to catch in his throat, and he knew that Alan was close. With one last stroke from his tongue, Robert released him and, before Alan could gasp out a protest, he smothered Alan’s lips with his and his hand grasped Alan’s cock. Pumping and stroking, Robert resumed the same rhythm that he had had with his mouth. Fingers intertwined, Robert felt Alan press his hand into his back, the short nails digging crescents into his skin as he found his release. Robert let go of Alan when his breathing started to resemble normal and pressed his head into Alan’s neck.
Alan could barely see as he rested his head to the side against Robert’s, trying to catch his breath. He relaxed his fingers flat against Robert’s back. “Than’ you,” he mumbled. He felt Robert pulling away, but his arms were so relaxed that he couldn’t hold on to keep Robert from leaving. He watched from half-masted lids as Robert took a few steps away.
Robert picked up the washcloth from the bowl, glad to find the water still warm, and wrung it out, returning to give Alan a final clean up. Alan rested a hand on his arm as he leaned over him. The hand moved some and he ignored it, instead making sure to get all of the mess on Alan’s chest. When Alan’s hand moved to his lap, he swatted it away.
“Feels like you need some help,” Alan said with a content smile on his face, still a little high from his orgasm.
Robert shook his head and pulled back, foiling another attempt at a crotch-grab. After tossing the cloth back into the bowl, he leaned back towards Alan, pinning his hands down to the bed before giving him a long slow kiss, feeling the body relax. He pulled back and watched as Alan slowly drifted off into a satisfying sleep. He felt a little light-headed as he hurried towards the bathroom, careful to close the door silently.
Five minutes later, Robert emerged from the bathroom feeling less stressful with a handful of bandages, salve, and tape. He sat on the edge of the bed and a grin grew across his face as he noticed the ghost of a smile left on Alan’s face. Carefully he pulled on the tape that was holding the bandage in place and it easily released from the skin. As he gently cleansed the area, Alan’s body twitched, startling him.
“Whatca doing?” the sleepy voice inquired.
“Go back to sleep, you need the rest. Just changing your dressing.”
That seemed to be enough for Alan and he drifted back to the sleep he had barely awoken from. He tried to turn over onto his side, but Robert gently stopped him and stroked his arm slowly, waiting for him to quiet down into a deeper sleep.
Robert paused before putting on a new bandage, getting a look at the stitched up wound for the first time. It was about 2 inches long, a simple stitch holding the parts of skin together. It was red and new looking, but the edges seemed to be healing. There was none of the bright pink or inflamed tissues that the doctor had told him to look for. Squeezing a little antibiotic cream onto his gloved finger, he gently dabbed the cream into the wound, making sure to coat it well. Robert then laid the dressing over the wound and ripped off four even measures of tape secure the dressing to Alan's skin. After he was finished, he took the bowl, washcloth, and old bandages out of the bedroom. He then headed into the living room after making sure that Alan was sleeping. He grabbed a random book of Alan’s from a nearby shelf and curled up on the couch to begin reading. He became absorbed into the murder mystery. It was an engrossing book that distracted him to the point that he was completely absorbed in the story. So much so, that he did not hear the sleepy scuffle of feet leave the bedroom and walk into the living room.
Alan was tired, sore and hungry and was hoping that Robert had not gone too far. He was happy and relieved to see the brown hair just visible above the top of the sofa. He walked around the settee and sat down, and placing his hand on Robert's knee.
“Sleepyhead, you’re awake." He leaned over giving Alan a quick kiss.
"I'm hungry."
"Go back to bed and I will get you something to eat."
Alan pouted. "I think I will just lay out here and put on the telly. I am afraid I will become part of the mattress for all the time I have spent there. I need some time out of bed, make nice with all my other furniture."
Robert squeezed Alan’s hand before standing and walking towards the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Hungry?"
"Famished. What time is it?" Leaning back, he closed his eyes and settled into the couch, enjoying the sounds of Robert shuffling around in his kitchen, assembling something to eat. After the ding of the microwave and then clanking of dishes, Alan looked over to see Robert reentering the living room, carrying a tray with a pair of bowls on it.
“Are you awake?” he asked softly, setting down the tray and then sitting on the coffee table. He rested his hands on Alan's knees and watched for him to open his eyes up. Then he held out one of the bowls. "Soup?"
"Sounds good." Alan cradled the bowl in his hands and inhaled the fragrant steam. He took the spoon and slowly began to eat.
When Robert was sure he could hold the bowl on his own, he stood and sat next to Alan on the couch. Robert pushed the book he had been reading off to the side and then picked up his own bowl. "Feeling better?" Robert looked from his bowl to Alan.
“Much. Had a good sleep, but I feel like I have had too much. I want to be active. Maybe a walk this afternoon outside?"
"If you’re up to it. We need to take it easy." Robert hated the nagging, but he hated seeing Alan in pain more and wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"I'm fine. I’m not a china doll, after all."
Robert set his bowl down and reached over resting his hand on Alan's thigh. "I know, but..."
"But nothing. I feel a million times better." Alan finished the soup and gingerly leaned forward to set the bowl down. He stifled a yawn, surprised that he was still tired. He tilted to the side, to rest against Robert.
Robert ran his hand through Alan's hair and left a kiss on his temple, then moved Alan until his head was resting in his lap. "Rest first, then walk."
Alan looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That sounded very doctorly."
"I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV." Robert winked.
Alan laughed and clutched his side, grimacing.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Robert put a hand on Alan to soothe him.
"It’s okay. It is nice to laugh." Alan stifled another yawn. "I'm a bit tired. Maybe I will take your advice."
Robert propped up his feet and let Alan's head settle more solidly onto his lap. He picked up the book and found his place and used one hand to hold open the book and the other to stroke Alan's hair. Soon Robert heard Alan's breath even out and tried to focus on the mystery in his hand and not on the soft curls that clung to his fingers. The walk forgotten, Robert let Alan sleep, his body repairing itself as Robert worked his way through the novel.
05.08 One for the Road