One For the Road 5.8
Title: One for the Road
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 80 Healing
Word Count: 2234
Rating: R
Summary: It is time for Robert to return to LA, and they stall for as long as possible.
Authors’ Notes: Due to NaNo, the next story may take us awhile to get out.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
That’s What Friends are For
The sun was bright and Alan blinked a few times at the light filtering in through his window, slowly waking up and adjusting to his surroundings. He was lying on his back, Robert next to him, an arm draped across his chest. He felt warm and comfortable here in his room, with Robert next to him. Alan awkwardly moved his arm up and around, pulling Robert in closer and resting his chin on the top of his head, closing his eyes and inhaling, memorizing this moment; quiet, peaceful, cozy.
Robert made a little noise in the back of his throat, and his muscles twitched. As he started to wake up, his arm shifted over Alan’s wound and Alan had to bite his lip to keep quiet. Shushing Robert and stroking his back, Alan felt Robert tuck his head in to his chest a little more and settle back down. Alan wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted Robert to stay, but he knew that it was not in the cards right now.
Together, they would get up and cling to each other until they were pulled part again, left to nurse their fledgling relationship across thousands of miles. The fact that it had lasted for as long as it had was both surprised and comforting. He had had relationships that involved closer proximity that were not as satisfying. He raised his hand up to Robert’s hair and slowly ran his fingers through it. Robert was growing it out a little bit, and Alan quite enjoyed having the longer strands to play with.
Alan’s hand rested against Robert’s naked back, and he ran his fingers in circles, thinking about where they were and how far they had come in the past eight months. They were really getting closer, but Alan still worried about Robert flipping out and bolting. When it was just them, it had all seemed fine, but they really had not been tested in the world. Alan knew he was where he wanted to be, but some days Robert seemed uncomfortable with acknowledging what was between them. But somehow, that all didn’t seem to matter. Right it is what was important, intertwined and comfortable, happy and together.
Not able to stop his thoughts, Alan thought about how comforting it had been to wake up and see Robert when he was in the hospital. Alan had known Robert was there without even opening his eyes; he had felt the fear and nerves from Robert, but also love. Even though the words had not been exchanged, Alan was sure that Robert loved him. Alan drew circles across Robert’s skin and remembered how happy he was when he had opened his eyes and saw the blurry form of Robert hovering over him, the concern in the deep brown eyes, and how fast the man had been to read his thoughts and attend to his needs. He also remembered how sad he was when he woke a second time and saw only his parents, fearing he had only been dreaming before. Then Robert had walked back in the room. He looked nervous and lost, and Alan had wanted to pull him into the bed and soothe away the nerves with kisses, whether they were alone or not.
Robert started to move again, as though sensing the myriad of thoughts and emotions that were flooding next to him. But Alan wanted to enjoy the weight of Robert on him, the gentleness of his breath onto his chest. He wanted to savor this moment before it was gone. Alan rubbed his hand up to the nape of Robert’s neck, rubbing softly with long strokes, causing Robert to moan softly, but remain asleep.
Two more months until they could have these moments again. Alan was already anticipating them. He sighed, looking forward to a time when they did not count their time together in scattered days here and there, but in weeks or months. Alan’s eyes drifted shut. He was still tired, his body not ready to wake up, his mind not ready to face the day.
Forty-five minutes or so passed before Alan’s eyes fluttered open again. He reached his hand up and traced the outline of Robert’s face with a thumb, feeling the slight amount of stubble that had started to poke through the soft and delicate skin, as if memorizing the contours. None of this was necessary for Alan already had every inch of Robert memorized.
Robert became aware of Alan’s fingers, which had joined the thumb, and tilted his face inwards, leaving kisses on Alan’s chest before muttering, “Morning.”
Alan chuckled before mumbling, “It’s not morning, Love. Don’t let the sunlight fool you. Still middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”
Robert sat up and carded a hand through Alan’s hair and then gave him a good morning kiss. “It just means I am that much closer to coming back.”
“Flight at 2 this afternoon?” Alan grudgingly asked.
“Yes, so we have some time, no need to rush.”
“Does this look like a man who is in any sort of rush to you?” Alan spread his arms wide, letting them drop to the bed, and raised his eyebrows.
Robert rested a knuckle on his chin, pretending to ponder, his eyes traveling over Alan’s body. “Well,” he drawled, while staring at Alan’s crotch.
“Hey, giving it performance anxiety.”
“Shame,” Robert said, a musical tone to his voice as he started to get out of the bed.
“Don’t you dare leave, Mr. Leonard, or I will have to get forceful and drag you back to bed.”
Robert paused, one foot hovering above the floor. He had a feeling that Alan wasn’t joking as he turned back.
“Dead bloody serious. We did all right yesterday…” He trailed off and turned on his charm, waiting for the moment when Robert would crack. “Come on…wank for the road?”
Robert rolled his eyes to the ceiling, but he was smiling. He felt a hand leap into his lap, turning him from soft to hard in short order. He was too surprised at the nimble fingers, as well as his own reaction to the simple touch, to bat the hand away and escape. He swallowed and scooted closer to Alan, the hand following his movements, resting. Robert reached out for Alan’s arm, running his fingers along the skin, feeling the slightest increase in pressure against his dick. He wetted his lips, then moved his hand to Alan’s crotch, finding him already half-hard.
Alan smiled. “How about we get rid of this pesky clothing?”
Robert nodded, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent his voice from cracking if he tried to speak. He slid from the bed, shucked off his pants, then climbed back aboard to help yank Alan’s down, tossing them over the side of the bed. Then he straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and leaned down for a long and lingering kiss. “I don’t have to remind you to be careful, do I?”
“Nope,” Alan chirped, bringing his hands up to Robert’s shoulders and pulling him down for a long kiss…
An hour later, Alan woke, disappointed that time had not stopped. It was time for Robert to get up and head to the airport. He sighed, the musky sent from not too long ago was still heavy in the room. This time it was his body pinning Robert to the mattress, and he did not want to move. After listening to Robert’s heart beat strongly in his ear for a good five minutes, Alan sat up cross legged and stared down at Robert’s sleeping form, tracing his shoulder and threading their fingers together, and leaned forward, whispering, “Rise and shine, Love.” He watched Robert smile and slowly crack his eyes open.
“The rise part is easy, not so sure about shine,” Robert said, stretching, lazy smile at his lips.
Alan gave him a fierce kiss, “We are out of time, unfortunately.”
“Spoil sport.”
“I want to make sure you don’t miss your flight. This is hard for me, too.”
Robert sat up and wrapped Alan in an embrace. “I hate the leaving part.”
“So do I.”
Robert reluctantly let go and climbed out of bed, searching for a change of clothes. Before he could find something, he heard Alan softly say his name and he turned around. Alan had one of his own button-down shirts and motioned him over.
Alan stood next to him and gently raised Robert’s arms, then slipped the shirt over them, tugging it down into place. “Something to keep you warm on the plane.” Alan buttoned up the top several buttons, then stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched Robert put on some pants. He cocked his head to the side. “I think it was better when you took things off.”
Robert threw a sock at Alan and he swatted it away. Fully clothed, he walked over and stood in front of Alan, the other man’s knees brushing either side of his legs, and stood still as he was enveloped in a tight embrace, Alan’s head resting against his stomach. He ran his hands through Alan’s hair, then rested them on his shoulders. Leaning over, he kissed the top of his head and they stood still, neither wanting to let go, clinging to these final moments.
“Sure you don’t want me to take you to the airport?”
“No. I want to remember you here, not in some mad rush to say good bye at the airport.”
Alan let go, allowing Robert to step back and start packing. Robert headed into the bathroom to gather his toiletries he had brought with him. When he walked into the living room, hunting down his other bag, Alan stood in track pants and a Red Arsenal shirt, watching him with a hint of sadness. “Thank you.” The words quietly were released from Alan’s lips
“Any time, Alan. I’m happy that I could come and take care of you.” He wanted to tell Alan what was in his heart, but once again the words refused to make it past his throat. He swallowed down the lump that was forming, then kissed Alan on his temple and walked past him to set his case by the door and zip it up. He stood and turned, his hands resting on his hips and his head down.
Alan laughed at the pose and walked over, threading his arms around Robert, resting his head on his shoulder and waiting to be embraced. The arms came up slowly and squeezed him tight. “Whoa, cowboy. Any tighter and you will squeeze the stitches out of me.”
He immediately let go, and was about to apologize when Alan lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his lips, then another and, on the third one, Robert placed his hands on either side of Alan’s neck, thumbs grazing his jaw, holding him in place. Robert deepened the kiss, and they stood there, mouths merged, trying to kiss enough to last for the ten weeks until they could be back together.
Breathless, Alan was the first to pull back. He touched Robert’s hair and smiled broadly, trying to bring some lightness to the situation. “Cheer up, Love. It’s not too long. I’ll be here waiting for you.” He tried not to let the words catch in his throat.
“I know, last time it was you who left. I think it is harder this time, making myself go.”
“Time will fly and I will be medically cleared.” Alan winked, then ran his hands down Robert’s back and grabbed his ass.
“Now you’re just being cheeky.”
Alan laughed softly, letting his hands rest where they were. “Ten weeks. We need an advent calendar or something.”
“A piece of chocolate for everyday we are apart? I doubt it would be a good substitute.”
“No, I guess not.” He looked down and then with glossy eyes added, “Fly safely, I want you back here.”
“I promise.” He kissed Alan gently, then bent over and grabbed his case. He stood and slipped his fingers around Alan’s hand, giving him a squeeze before he walked towards the door.
Alan followed Robert to the door. As Robert reached out to grab the door handle, he pulled him in one more time, brushing their lips together. “Call me when you get home. I don’t care about the time.”
“I will, and take you pills. Don’t be a hero, you need to finish healing.”
Alan rolled his eyes, then looked down, shuffling his feet and running a hand through his messy curls before looking up, not wanting to say goodbye. “I miss you already.”
Robert leaned forward, stealing a last kiss and whispering in Alan’s ear, “Miss you too.”
Blinking back the water that had started to fill his eyes, he quickly opened the door and walked out, not looking back.
Alan shut the door and leaned forward against it. He thudded his head against the wood several times before turning to place his back to the door. He slid down till he was sitting, knees to his chest. He clutched his side, it was still sore and his position was aggravating it, but he didn’t want to move. That hurt was only secondary, and not important. Alan closed his eyes and waited for the pain to stop.
6.1 Calling In
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 80 Healing
Word Count: 2234
Rating: R
Summary: It is time for Robert to return to LA, and they stall for as long as possible.
Authors’ Notes: Due to NaNo, the next story may take us awhile to get out.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
That’s What Friends are For
The sun was bright and Alan blinked a few times at the light filtering in through his window, slowly waking up and adjusting to his surroundings. He was lying on his back, Robert next to him, an arm draped across his chest. He felt warm and comfortable here in his room, with Robert next to him. Alan awkwardly moved his arm up and around, pulling Robert in closer and resting his chin on the top of his head, closing his eyes and inhaling, memorizing this moment; quiet, peaceful, cozy.
Robert made a little noise in the back of his throat, and his muscles twitched. As he started to wake up, his arm shifted over Alan’s wound and Alan had to bite his lip to keep quiet. Shushing Robert and stroking his back, Alan felt Robert tuck his head in to his chest a little more and settle back down. Alan wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted Robert to stay, but he knew that it was not in the cards right now.
Together, they would get up and cling to each other until they were pulled part again, left to nurse their fledgling relationship across thousands of miles. The fact that it had lasted for as long as it had was both surprised and comforting. He had had relationships that involved closer proximity that were not as satisfying. He raised his hand up to Robert’s hair and slowly ran his fingers through it. Robert was growing it out a little bit, and Alan quite enjoyed having the longer strands to play with.
Alan’s hand rested against Robert’s naked back, and he ran his fingers in circles, thinking about where they were and how far they had come in the past eight months. They were really getting closer, but Alan still worried about Robert flipping out and bolting. When it was just them, it had all seemed fine, but they really had not been tested in the world. Alan knew he was where he wanted to be, but some days Robert seemed uncomfortable with acknowledging what was between them. But somehow, that all didn’t seem to matter. Right it is what was important, intertwined and comfortable, happy and together.
Not able to stop his thoughts, Alan thought about how comforting it had been to wake up and see Robert when he was in the hospital. Alan had known Robert was there without even opening his eyes; he had felt the fear and nerves from Robert, but also love. Even though the words had not been exchanged, Alan was sure that Robert loved him. Alan drew circles across Robert’s skin and remembered how happy he was when he had opened his eyes and saw the blurry form of Robert hovering over him, the concern in the deep brown eyes, and how fast the man had been to read his thoughts and attend to his needs. He also remembered how sad he was when he woke a second time and saw only his parents, fearing he had only been dreaming before. Then Robert had walked back in the room. He looked nervous and lost, and Alan had wanted to pull him into the bed and soothe away the nerves with kisses, whether they were alone or not.
Robert started to move again, as though sensing the myriad of thoughts and emotions that were flooding next to him. But Alan wanted to enjoy the weight of Robert on him, the gentleness of his breath onto his chest. He wanted to savor this moment before it was gone. Alan rubbed his hand up to the nape of Robert’s neck, rubbing softly with long strokes, causing Robert to moan softly, but remain asleep.
Two more months until they could have these moments again. Alan was already anticipating them. He sighed, looking forward to a time when they did not count their time together in scattered days here and there, but in weeks or months. Alan’s eyes drifted shut. He was still tired, his body not ready to wake up, his mind not ready to face the day.
Forty-five minutes or so passed before Alan’s eyes fluttered open again. He reached his hand up and traced the outline of Robert’s face with a thumb, feeling the slight amount of stubble that had started to poke through the soft and delicate skin, as if memorizing the contours. None of this was necessary for Alan already had every inch of Robert memorized.
Robert became aware of Alan’s fingers, which had joined the thumb, and tilted his face inwards, leaving kisses on Alan’s chest before muttering, “Morning.”
Alan chuckled before mumbling, “It’s not morning, Love. Don’t let the sunlight fool you. Still middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”
Robert sat up and carded a hand through Alan’s hair and then gave him a good morning kiss. “It just means I am that much closer to coming back.”
“Flight at 2 this afternoon?” Alan grudgingly asked.
“Yes, so we have some time, no need to rush.”
“Does this look like a man who is in any sort of rush to you?” Alan spread his arms wide, letting them drop to the bed, and raised his eyebrows.
Robert rested a knuckle on his chin, pretending to ponder, his eyes traveling over Alan’s body. “Well,” he drawled, while staring at Alan’s crotch.
“Hey, giving it performance anxiety.”
“Shame,” Robert said, a musical tone to his voice as he started to get out of the bed.
“Don’t you dare leave, Mr. Leonard, or I will have to get forceful and drag you back to bed.”
Robert paused, one foot hovering above the floor. He had a feeling that Alan wasn’t joking as he turned back.
“Dead bloody serious. We did all right yesterday…” He trailed off and turned on his charm, waiting for the moment when Robert would crack. “Come on…wank for the road?”
Robert rolled his eyes to the ceiling, but he was smiling. He felt a hand leap into his lap, turning him from soft to hard in short order. He was too surprised at the nimble fingers, as well as his own reaction to the simple touch, to bat the hand away and escape. He swallowed and scooted closer to Alan, the hand following his movements, resting. Robert reached out for Alan’s arm, running his fingers along the skin, feeling the slightest increase in pressure against his dick. He wetted his lips, then moved his hand to Alan’s crotch, finding him already half-hard.
Alan smiled. “How about we get rid of this pesky clothing?”
Robert nodded, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent his voice from cracking if he tried to speak. He slid from the bed, shucked off his pants, then climbed back aboard to help yank Alan’s down, tossing them over the side of the bed. Then he straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and leaned down for a long and lingering kiss. “I don’t have to remind you to be careful, do I?”
“Nope,” Alan chirped, bringing his hands up to Robert’s shoulders and pulling him down for a long kiss…
An hour later, Alan woke, disappointed that time had not stopped. It was time for Robert to get up and head to the airport. He sighed, the musky sent from not too long ago was still heavy in the room. This time it was his body pinning Robert to the mattress, and he did not want to move. After listening to Robert’s heart beat strongly in his ear for a good five minutes, Alan sat up cross legged and stared down at Robert’s sleeping form, tracing his shoulder and threading their fingers together, and leaned forward, whispering, “Rise and shine, Love.” He watched Robert smile and slowly crack his eyes open.
“The rise part is easy, not so sure about shine,” Robert said, stretching, lazy smile at his lips.
Alan gave him a fierce kiss, “We are out of time, unfortunately.”
“Spoil sport.”
“I want to make sure you don’t miss your flight. This is hard for me, too.”
Robert sat up and wrapped Alan in an embrace. “I hate the leaving part.”
“So do I.”
Robert reluctantly let go and climbed out of bed, searching for a change of clothes. Before he could find something, he heard Alan softly say his name and he turned around. Alan had one of his own button-down shirts and motioned him over.
Alan stood next to him and gently raised Robert’s arms, then slipped the shirt over them, tugging it down into place. “Something to keep you warm on the plane.” Alan buttoned up the top several buttons, then stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched Robert put on some pants. He cocked his head to the side. “I think it was better when you took things off.”
Robert threw a sock at Alan and he swatted it away. Fully clothed, he walked over and stood in front of Alan, the other man’s knees brushing either side of his legs, and stood still as he was enveloped in a tight embrace, Alan’s head resting against his stomach. He ran his hands through Alan’s hair, then rested them on his shoulders. Leaning over, he kissed the top of his head and they stood still, neither wanting to let go, clinging to these final moments.
“Sure you don’t want me to take you to the airport?”
“No. I want to remember you here, not in some mad rush to say good bye at the airport.”
Alan let go, allowing Robert to step back and start packing. Robert headed into the bathroom to gather his toiletries he had brought with him. When he walked into the living room, hunting down his other bag, Alan stood in track pants and a Red Arsenal shirt, watching him with a hint of sadness. “Thank you.” The words quietly were released from Alan’s lips
“Any time, Alan. I’m happy that I could come and take care of you.” He wanted to tell Alan what was in his heart, but once again the words refused to make it past his throat. He swallowed down the lump that was forming, then kissed Alan on his temple and walked past him to set his case by the door and zip it up. He stood and turned, his hands resting on his hips and his head down.
Alan laughed at the pose and walked over, threading his arms around Robert, resting his head on his shoulder and waiting to be embraced. The arms came up slowly and squeezed him tight. “Whoa, cowboy. Any tighter and you will squeeze the stitches out of me.”
He immediately let go, and was about to apologize when Alan lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his lips, then another and, on the third one, Robert placed his hands on either side of Alan’s neck, thumbs grazing his jaw, holding him in place. Robert deepened the kiss, and they stood there, mouths merged, trying to kiss enough to last for the ten weeks until they could be back together.
Breathless, Alan was the first to pull back. He touched Robert’s hair and smiled broadly, trying to bring some lightness to the situation. “Cheer up, Love. It’s not too long. I’ll be here waiting for you.” He tried not to let the words catch in his throat.
“I know, last time it was you who left. I think it is harder this time, making myself go.”
“Time will fly and I will be medically cleared.” Alan winked, then ran his hands down Robert’s back and grabbed his ass.
“Now you’re just being cheeky.”
Alan laughed softly, letting his hands rest where they were. “Ten weeks. We need an advent calendar or something.”
“A piece of chocolate for everyday we are apart? I doubt it would be a good substitute.”
“No, I guess not.” He looked down and then with glossy eyes added, “Fly safely, I want you back here.”
“I promise.” He kissed Alan gently, then bent over and grabbed his case. He stood and slipped his fingers around Alan’s hand, giving him a squeeze before he walked towards the door.
Alan followed Robert to the door. As Robert reached out to grab the door handle, he pulled him in one more time, brushing their lips together. “Call me when you get home. I don’t care about the time.”
“I will, and take you pills. Don’t be a hero, you need to finish healing.”
Alan rolled his eyes, then looked down, shuffling his feet and running a hand through his messy curls before looking up, not wanting to say goodbye. “I miss you already.”
Robert leaned forward, stealing a last kiss and whispering in Alan’s ear, “Miss you too.”
Blinking back the water that had started to fill his eyes, he quickly opened the door and walked out, not looking back.
Alan shut the door and leaned forward against it. He thudded his head against the wood several times before turning to place his back to the door. He slid down till he was sitting, knees to his chest. He clutched his side, it was still sore and his position was aggravating it, but he didn’t want to move. That hurt was only secondary, and not important. Alan closed his eyes and waited for the pain to stop.
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