Calling In 6.1
Title: Calling In
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Asynchronous Communication 6.1
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 85 Runaway
Word Count: 1009
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert arrives home and calls Alan.
Authors’ Notes:.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
One for the Road
Robert stumbled into his empty apartment. His neck was sore from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in on the plane and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower. He went over to check his answering machine messages as he pulled Alan’s shirt off and laid it over the couch. There were several short ones from the House cast wishing him well, including Hugh who had talked to Stephen the day before checking up on things and reminding him of the shooting schedule for the next day.
He picked up the phone as he walked by it, speed dialing Alan’s number to let him know he had made it home safely. The phone rang four times and Robert started to worry, mind in overdrive as he planned what he would do if there was no answer. Finally, on the sixth ring, Alan answered. The voice was so soft that Robert could barely understand him. “Alan?”
“‘Lo, Love. What time is it?”
Robert could hear Alan holding back a yawn. “For you or for me?”
“Either. Can’t see the clock. Knocked it over when I was trying to find the phone.”
“5:40 for me,” Robert answered, looking up at the wall clock, then he looked at his watch, still set for London time, “and 1:40 for you. Sorry to wake you.”
Alan dismissed the apology with another yawn. “How was the flight?”
“I heard it was long. Doze through some of it. How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy.”
“I should let you get back to sleep then…”
“No. Talk to me for awhile. Missed your voice.”
Robert plucked the shirt from the couch and sat down, spreading it across his lap. “Okay, what do you want me to talk about?”
“Don’t care.”
“Well, how about what I will do to you the next time I visit?”
“All ears, Love.”
Robert leaned back against the cushions and ran his fingers over the shirtsleeve. “I would pull you up against me and kiss you within an inch of your life.”
“Tsk. I have my eyes closed right now. Paint me a picture.”
Robert hesitated a moment before he too closed his eyes. “I would grab you by the shirt and pull you up against me moving my hands up the back of your shirt. Leaning forward, I would meet your lips half way and slide my tongue across your lower lip.” Alan made an appreciative noise and Robert pressed on, encouraged. “Then I would push my tongue into your mouth for a scant second, bringing it up and out, brushing against your upper lip.”
“Tease,” Alan whispered, voice soft.
“I’d tilt my head to get the best angle before diving back in, hunting out your tongue with mine...”
“Mmm...Minty fresh."
"What?"
"I am adding to the experience; freshly brushed teeth."
"I thought it was my fantasy?"
"I love it when you are forceful. I’ll be quiet now."
"I run my hands up your back, craving the taste and feel of your skin. Pulling off your shirt, I just give a little space between us, and pull you right back. My lips skim your neck and I nibble over to your throat…” he paused for a brief moment and Alan made a little happy sigh. Smiling, he continued, “I tangle a hand in your hair, tilting your head back so I can get at the tender skin.” There he stopped and listened. “Alan…are you there?" Robert listened carefully and heard the steady breathing from the other end of the phone. He closed his eyes, keeping the phone pressed against his ear as he leaned back against the couch, wishing that he could fall asleep and wake up with Alan next to him.
Five minutes later, he finally hung up. It had been less than 24 hours ago, but it all seemed far away, as if a dream. He stood, smoothing out the wrinkles he had put in the shirt from his busy hands and once again placed it on the back of the couch. He made his way into the bathroom, the silence after listening to Alan’s quiet snores was deafening. He turned on the water as he undressed the rest of the way.
He stepped into the shower and ducked under the stream of hot water, closing his eyes and holding his breath, feeling the heat burn at his ears and neck as it cascaded down his body. He pulled himself back when the burning in his lungs became too great and opened his eyes, blinking at the shower walls. He tried to hold back but despite his best efforts, Robert’s mind drifted back, and finally he gave up the struggle and ran away with it, closing his eyes once more and reliving his time in London.
Robert smiled as his mind drifted back to that whirlwind, finding out about the accident, seeing Alan all alone in the sterile room, discovering Alan's home and when he finally woke up. Robert shivered in the hot water, remembering snatches of the struggle of bringing Alan home, getting him settled, and all the ways they spent passing the time. Robert's mind drifted far away, getting lost in the warm feeling that being with Alan spread through his heart and body, fixating on their time together, only returning to Los Angeles when the cold water reminded him that he was no longer in London.
He switched off the water and stepped out into the warm room, reaching for a towel and drying himself. Not bothering to dress, he sat down on the edge of his bed and set his alarm to wake him in time for the House shoot. As he shifted to pull back the covers, his eye was caught by the shadow of something sitting on his dresser. With a small laugh, he stood and grabbed the monkey he had dubbed Jonathan and brought him to bed. Robert climbed into the chilly sheets, warmed by the memories of London. The bear’s soft fur tickled his nose as he drifted off to sleep.
6.2 Whinning and Dining
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Asynchronous Communication 6.1
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 85 Runaway
Word Count: 1009
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert arrives home and calls Alan.
Authors’ Notes:.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
One for the Road
Robert stumbled into his empty apartment. His neck was sore from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in on the plane and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower. He went over to check his answering machine messages as he pulled Alan’s shirt off and laid it over the couch. There were several short ones from the House cast wishing him well, including Hugh who had talked to Stephen the day before checking up on things and reminding him of the shooting schedule for the next day.
He picked up the phone as he walked by it, speed dialing Alan’s number to let him know he had made it home safely. The phone rang four times and Robert started to worry, mind in overdrive as he planned what he would do if there was no answer. Finally, on the sixth ring, Alan answered. The voice was so soft that Robert could barely understand him. “Alan?”
“‘Lo, Love. What time is it?”
Robert could hear Alan holding back a yawn. “For you or for me?”
“Either. Can’t see the clock. Knocked it over when I was trying to find the phone.”
“5:40 for me,” Robert answered, looking up at the wall clock, then he looked at his watch, still set for London time, “and 1:40 for you. Sorry to wake you.”
Alan dismissed the apology with another yawn. “How was the flight?”
“I heard it was long. Doze through some of it. How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy.”
“I should let you get back to sleep then…”
“No. Talk to me for awhile. Missed your voice.”
Robert plucked the shirt from the couch and sat down, spreading it across his lap. “Okay, what do you want me to talk about?”
“Don’t care.”
“Well, how about what I will do to you the next time I visit?”
“All ears, Love.”
Robert leaned back against the cushions and ran his fingers over the shirtsleeve. “I would pull you up against me and kiss you within an inch of your life.”
“Tsk. I have my eyes closed right now. Paint me a picture.”
Robert hesitated a moment before he too closed his eyes. “I would grab you by the shirt and pull you up against me moving my hands up the back of your shirt. Leaning forward, I would meet your lips half way and slide my tongue across your lower lip.” Alan made an appreciative noise and Robert pressed on, encouraged. “Then I would push my tongue into your mouth for a scant second, bringing it up and out, brushing against your upper lip.”
“Tease,” Alan whispered, voice soft.
“I’d tilt my head to get the best angle before diving back in, hunting out your tongue with mine...”
“Mmm...Minty fresh."
"What?"
"I am adding to the experience; freshly brushed teeth."
"I thought it was my fantasy?"
"I love it when you are forceful. I’ll be quiet now."
"I run my hands up your back, craving the taste and feel of your skin. Pulling off your shirt, I just give a little space between us, and pull you right back. My lips skim your neck and I nibble over to your throat…” he paused for a brief moment and Alan made a little happy sigh. Smiling, he continued, “I tangle a hand in your hair, tilting your head back so I can get at the tender skin.” There he stopped and listened. “Alan…are you there?" Robert listened carefully and heard the steady breathing from the other end of the phone. He closed his eyes, keeping the phone pressed against his ear as he leaned back against the couch, wishing that he could fall asleep and wake up with Alan next to him.
Five minutes later, he finally hung up. It had been less than 24 hours ago, but it all seemed far away, as if a dream. He stood, smoothing out the wrinkles he had put in the shirt from his busy hands and once again placed it on the back of the couch. He made his way into the bathroom, the silence after listening to Alan’s quiet snores was deafening. He turned on the water as he undressed the rest of the way.
He stepped into the shower and ducked under the stream of hot water, closing his eyes and holding his breath, feeling the heat burn at his ears and neck as it cascaded down his body. He pulled himself back when the burning in his lungs became too great and opened his eyes, blinking at the shower walls. He tried to hold back but despite his best efforts, Robert’s mind drifted back, and finally he gave up the struggle and ran away with it, closing his eyes once more and reliving his time in London.
Robert smiled as his mind drifted back to that whirlwind, finding out about the accident, seeing Alan all alone in the sterile room, discovering Alan's home and when he finally woke up. Robert shivered in the hot water, remembering snatches of the struggle of bringing Alan home, getting him settled, and all the ways they spent passing the time. Robert's mind drifted far away, getting lost in the warm feeling that being with Alan spread through his heart and body, fixating on their time together, only returning to Los Angeles when the cold water reminded him that he was no longer in London.
He switched off the water and stepped out into the warm room, reaching for a towel and drying himself. Not bothering to dress, he sat down on the edge of his bed and set his alarm to wake him in time for the House shoot. As he shifted to pull back the covers, his eye was caught by the shadow of something sitting on his dresser. With a small laugh, he stood and grabbed the monkey he had dubbed Jonathan and brought him to bed. Robert climbed into the chilly sheets, warmed by the memories of London. The bear’s soft fur tickled his nose as he drifted off to sleep.
6.2 Whinning and Dining