Post Coital 7.7
Title: Post Coital
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 89 Blessings
Word Count: 759
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan goes hunting for Robert when he wakes to find him missing.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Feels Like the First Time
Alan woke slowly and reached his hand across the bed, seeking the heat and softness of another body. The sheets were still warm, but Robert had vanished. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Alan left the warmth of the bed to go in search of his missing boyfriend.
He walked out into the hallway and the house was quiet, no noise at all, which was a little odd if Robert was up. He went into the living room and saw Robert there, sitting on the couch in a bathrobe, knees to chest, staring out into nothing.
Not wanting to frighten him, Alan cleared his throat gently and Robert looked up, a forced smile creeping across his face. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Tossing and turning, I didn't want to wake you."
"If something’s wrong, I want you to wake me." A fear started to grip him, and he worried that Robert might be having regrets.
Robert shrugged and Alan sat down next to him, covering his hand with his own.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing I can put my finger on; it just is all so much. I have all these thoughts and images running in my head and they won't turn off. Just thought I would sit here for a while."
"I can stay."
"You need some rest, it’s okay."
Alan leaned forward and tossed the pillows from the back of the couch onto the ground and stretched out, patting the cushion. "Lay back. We can stay up together, talk about anything you want."
Robert melted to his touch and lay down, back to Alan’s chest. He reached up and gently touched Alan’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You are real right?"
Alan chuckled, thankful for the touch, thankful that Robert was taking this so well. "Yes, I am. That is why I want to know what is going on in that head of yours." He wrapped his arms around Robert’s middle and gave him a comforting squeeze. He waited for Robert to gather his thoughts enough to reply and the room was silent, just the gentle intake and exhale of air. Alan knew that something important had happened tonight; he had shagged Robert and, while it wasn’t causing a breakdown, it was putting some stress on the other man. And he just wanted to know why.
"You're nothing like him. Well you are and you aren't." Robert said matter-of-factly, expecting that Alan would know what he was talking about.
Alan just rubbed a soothing hand in little circles on his chest, offering wordless support.
"Thank you for…you know. I wish I could find better words."
"You don't need them. What's bothering you? Any words might help. At least maybe you could sleep. Who knows, maybe I can help."
"You help me just by being you."
Alan raked his fingers up Robert’s sides.
"That tickles.” He grabbed a hold of Alan’s wrists and held them lightly, thumbs massaging the palms. “You do, I’m serious. I have been so worried about, you know, this, and it scared me. It seemed so intimate, like a commitment. I was so afraid that I was going to freak out and embarrass myself again…"
Alan interrupted, "It had never been an…"
"It was to me, and would eventually be to us.” He placed a hand over Alan’s arm, rubbing at a small freckle as he carefully spoke his next words. “I thought that it would change who I was, who I knew I was. But it didn't and I feel stupid for making it a big deal. Trent had forced it and it was overwhelming and hurt like hell, but I am not sure if he was the wrong person, or if I just was not really ready."
"Not to be glib, but is receiving that much different than giving?"
"Yes and no. Physically obviously," Robert ran a hand up and down Alan’s arm, finding his fingers and threading them together. "Emotionally I had thought it would be different, but it was the same." With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good. And sleepy."
Alan was tempted to drag Robert back to bed where they could both spread out, but Robert seemed really comfortable, so here they would stay, two bodies laying tightly together on the couch. There were worse places Alan could think of to be. He ran his hand up and down Robert’s chest a few times, then leaned forward to plant a reassuring kiss on Robert’s neck. "Sleep well, Love. I will always be here for you."
7.08 A Day: Three Acts
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 89 Blessings
Word Count: 759
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan goes hunting for Robert when he wakes to find him missing.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Feels Like the First Time
Alan woke slowly and reached his hand across the bed, seeking the heat and softness of another body. The sheets were still warm, but Robert had vanished. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Alan left the warmth of the bed to go in search of his missing boyfriend.
He walked out into the hallway and the house was quiet, no noise at all, which was a little odd if Robert was up. He went into the living room and saw Robert there, sitting on the couch in a bathrobe, knees to chest, staring out into nothing.
Not wanting to frighten him, Alan cleared his throat gently and Robert looked up, a forced smile creeping across his face. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Tossing and turning, I didn't want to wake you."
"If something’s wrong, I want you to wake me." A fear started to grip him, and he worried that Robert might be having regrets.
Robert shrugged and Alan sat down next to him, covering his hand with his own.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing I can put my finger on; it just is all so much. I have all these thoughts and images running in my head and they won't turn off. Just thought I would sit here for a while."
"I can stay."
"You need some rest, it’s okay."
Alan leaned forward and tossed the pillows from the back of the couch onto the ground and stretched out, patting the cushion. "Lay back. We can stay up together, talk about anything you want."
Robert melted to his touch and lay down, back to Alan’s chest. He reached up and gently touched Alan’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You are real right?"
Alan chuckled, thankful for the touch, thankful that Robert was taking this so well. "Yes, I am. That is why I want to know what is going on in that head of yours." He wrapped his arms around Robert’s middle and gave him a comforting squeeze. He waited for Robert to gather his thoughts enough to reply and the room was silent, just the gentle intake and exhale of air. Alan knew that something important had happened tonight; he had shagged Robert and, while it wasn’t causing a breakdown, it was putting some stress on the other man. And he just wanted to know why.
"You're nothing like him. Well you are and you aren't." Robert said matter-of-factly, expecting that Alan would know what he was talking about.
Alan just rubbed a soothing hand in little circles on his chest, offering wordless support.
"Thank you for…you know. I wish I could find better words."
"You don't need them. What's bothering you? Any words might help. At least maybe you could sleep. Who knows, maybe I can help."
"You help me just by being you."
Alan raked his fingers up Robert’s sides.
"That tickles.” He grabbed a hold of Alan’s wrists and held them lightly, thumbs massaging the palms. “You do, I’m serious. I have been so worried about, you know, this, and it scared me. It seemed so intimate, like a commitment. I was so afraid that I was going to freak out and embarrass myself again…"
Alan interrupted, "It had never been an…"
"It was to me, and would eventually be to us.” He placed a hand over Alan’s arm, rubbing at a small freckle as he carefully spoke his next words. “I thought that it would change who I was, who I knew I was. But it didn't and I feel stupid for making it a big deal. Trent had forced it and it was overwhelming and hurt like hell, but I am not sure if he was the wrong person, or if I just was not really ready."
"Not to be glib, but is receiving that much different than giving?"
"Yes and no. Physically obviously," Robert ran a hand up and down Alan’s arm, finding his fingers and threading them together. "Emotionally I had thought it would be different, but it was the same." With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good. And sleepy."
Alan was tempted to drag Robert back to bed where they could both spread out, but Robert seemed really comfortable, so here they would stay, two bodies laying tightly together on the couch. There were worse places Alan could think of to be. He ran his hand up and down Robert’s chest a few times, then leaned forward to plant a reassuring kiss on Robert’s neck. "Sleep well, Love. I will always be here for you."
7.08 A Day: Three Acts