Good Day Sunshine 13.06
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Title: Good Day Sunshine
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Reconnecting 13.06
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 18 Phoenix
Word Count: 2168
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert and Alan wake up and quickly find a way to go back to sleep
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Falling Again
Sunlight was just beginning to stream through the bedroom window when Alan started to stir. He was lying on his stomach, hands under his pillow, and a body was pressed along his side, arm over his back under the covers. He was nice and toasty and didn’t want to move, not wanting to rouse Robert and having him pull back. He wasn’t ready for the day to start yet. Alan drifted in and out of sleep, content to keep his eyes closed and soak in the heat like a sunning lizard or a cat before a fireplace with a large plush rug.
Alan felt a pressure over his back as the arm there tensed, and he reluctantly cracked open his eyes. But Robert, mere inches away and head slightly turned into his pillow, still slept. Robert’s eyes moved under his lids and Alan wondered what he was dreaming about. He snaked his arm from under the pillow and gently rubbed Robert's back until he felt Robert settle down and sink a little more against him.
This was the life, Alan thought. It was the perfect way to wake up in the morning. Everything seemed soft and fuzzy, warm and gentle. Alan considered what they could do today. He wanted to just lay here all day and listen to Robert breathing, but since they were leaving the day after tomorrow, today would be their last day for shopping. Robert would only feel ready for the trip if he had a few more clothing items, despite what they planned on doing once they arrived. Alan turned his head away from Robert and snuck a peek at the clock. It was only seven am. The shops did not open till ten, so they did have a little bit of time. After the shops, since they would already be out, Alan thought they could get food at a pub, then maybe the Victoria and Albert museum in the afternoon, and then call it a night. Come home to tea, and settle in for the night. It sounded like a reasonable day, but all Alan really wanted to do was rediscover Robert's body, feel them move together, hands and mouths remembering forgotten spots.
Alan groaned silently as he realized he really needed a pee. It could not wait, hitting him like a freight train. Closing his eyes, he savored the feeling of being surrounded by Robert, then gently lifted Robert's arm so that he could roll out from underneath. He looked back at Robert, who had his arm resting in the warm spot where he had been sleeping. He looked so calm, sound asleep. Alan hurried to the bathroom, to relieve the pressure on his bladder.
Robert realized his favorite body pillow had left and his body began to wake up at the sudden coolness. He stretched like a cat, arching his back slightly and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the light, before rolling over and groping for his glasses. He slipped them on and then lay back in bed. His head still ached a little, but nothing unmanageable. He was starting to wonder where Alan was, but then he heard a flush. Robert's bladder agreed that it was a good idea, so he rolled out of bed, meeting Alan in the doorway.
"Morning. I hope I did not wake you?" Alan asked with a sleepy yawn and dusting a hand through his curls.
"No, I think it was time to get up anyway."
"Not for me, I am going to lie back down. It's only seven."
"I need..."
"To go shopping, yeah, but the shops aren't open till ten. We have loads of time."
Robert rested his hand on Alan's shoulder, leaned forward to brush his lips across Alan's cheek, and then walked by into the small bathroom.
Alan climbed back under the now cool sheets and lay on his back, a hand on his chest, tapping out a random pattern. He closed his eyes trying to recapture sleep. It was elusive, his body already wanting to wake up. He heard the toilet flush and turned over, pressing his head into the pillow, trying to feign sleep. He wanted any excuse to cuddle with Robert for a little while longer.
Robert returned to the bedroom and slid in next to Alan and gave him a few kisses to his back. "Are you really going back to sleep?"
Alan smiled into the pillow. He turned onto his back and looked up at Robert. "Perhaps..."
Robert took the moment to press his lips to Alan's, giving him a proper wake up kiss.
Alan gently pushed back. "How is your head?" he asked, ignoring Robert's pout at the shortened kiss, and working his hand up Robert's back to prodded the back of his head, searching for a knot or a bruise.
"It's much better. The sleep helped. Barely a headache any more," he whispered, then returned his lips to Alan's, hoping for better luck this time. Robert propped his body up on one elbow and used his free hand to map its way down Alan's torso, waiting to feel Alan let go and give into the kiss, his lips mashing against Alan's. He was rewarded for his patience when Alan's mouth opened, accepting the invasion.
Alan rested on hand on Robert's shoulder, the other was trapped between their bodies, palm pressed against Robert's chest. He could feel the pressure increase and decrease with each of their joint breaths. He felt a hand slide down his backside and slip into his pants, squeezing his ass. He laughed against Robert's lips. "Am I ripe?"
Robert grinned, licking his way back into Alan's mouth and rolled onto his back, pulling Alan down flush against himself and arching up against the pressure, hearing Alan gasp in his ear.
"Too many clothes," Alan said, despite that all they were only wearing boxers, eyes pinching shut, and trying to keep from coming on the spot. Robert had abandoned his mouth to suck at a spot under his jaw.
Despite the rush of lust that was making thinking difficult, Robert was able to remember that Alan would be filming the next day, so he had to leave marks at a minimum. Visible ones, that is. With one last nibble, he moved to Alan's shoulder. He felt Alan quiver above him as he traced over Alan's skin with his teeth.
Alan pulled away before Robert could bite a bruise there. "Don't ask me how, but Stephen will know. Creepy," he added when Robert gave him a puzzled look. He rolled off of Robert and onto his back, arching his hips off the bed so that he could remove his boxers. He rolled back to straddle Robert's legs, leaning forward to kiss down his stomach, following the thin line of hairs until they disappeared under his waistband. He lowered the elastic a few inches out of his way and kissed once more.
Robert reached down and hooked his fingers under Alan's chin, tilting his face up. As good as a blow job sounded, it wasn't what he wanted. He motioned with a tilt of his head for Alan to rejoin him. And, after a soft squeeze through his boxers, Alan did just that. They melted back together, teeth softly clicking as they kissed deeply.
Alan rolled to his side and Robert followed, grunting, but not breaking the kiss. He rubbed his groin against Robert's, frustrated by the feel of fabric when all he wanted was skin. He reached down and grabbed a handful of the fabric, tugging them down as far as he could reach, which was just enough to uncover what he wanted. Without ceremony, he reached between them and gripped Robert's cock.
Robert gasped and pulled away from Alan's mouth. He felt the fingers loosen, unsure, and he shook his head. "Don't stop. Just...didn't want to bite your tongue." He rested his head on Alan's shoulder and heard a small chuckle in his ear as the grip tightened. He put his fingers on Alan's arm, then followed along it until his hand was resting against Alan's fist. Then he went a few inches further and took Alan's member in his hand.
Alan's brain responded and involuntarily thrust into Robert's hand. He sucked in a halting breath and closed his eyes, breathing in the musky scent Robert and the hint of sex that hung in the air, happy to feel a familiar grip that was not his own after these last few months. He wrapped a leg across Robert's hip, pulling them as close as possible.
Robert reached his free hand around Alan's leg, trying to pull his boxers down farther and thrust into Alan's hand at the same time. A guttural grunt in his ears sent shock waves down his spine and froze him in place. He let his hand move back to his pillow, suddenly forgetting what was so important about removing that last scrap of clothing. He was so close to just losing it and wanted to stretch this out as long as possible. He leaned forward, capturing Alan's mouth in a deep kiss, hoping that the slow thrusting they were doing into each other's palms would let them ride this steady wave of pleasure for a while.
Alan broke the kiss and trailed kisses down Robert's jaw, taking advantage of the newly exposed neck as Robert leaned back, eyes pinched shut in total ecstasy. "You’re beautiful this way," Alan whispered, not even realizing he was talking out loud. Robert responded by giving him a tighter sheath to press into.
Robert felt his body break out in a new layer of sweat. He tingled all over. It was never like this when he was alone in his apartment in LA, his hand a cold substitute for Alan's confident one, knowing exactly how tight to hold and when to let up a little, working him into frenzy that threatened to send him into oblivion at the next thrust. "Yes, yes, yes, don't don't please." The words escaped his lips in a staccato rhythm, creating some sort of dialogue that made sense to just the two of them.
It only encouraged Alan to do his best and send them both over the edge. Alan leaned down and licked Robert's nipple once, and then twice, biting down on the third, and Robert gripped him harder, both gritting out senseless words that spilled out of clenched jaws as their body's shook loose all the pent up frustration and scattered semen across their bellies. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The words came out as hot breaths of celebration against Robert's neck.
Robert's arm was shaking as he wrapped it around Alan's back, his lips pressed into a nest of curls, trying to ignore his heaving chest as he searched for the breath that he happily gave up in exchange for thirty seconds of intense release.
They both lay intertwined, sinking bonelessly into the bed, chests heaving against each other, sweat and semen mingling.
Robert was the first to move, pushing back and trying to untangle himself from the limbs so he could go grab a cloth from the bathroom when he was stopped by Alan.
"Don't need to move," Alan said. He turned over and reached behind him, sliding open a drawer and pulling out a clean towel.
"Magical drawer?" Robert asked, trying to lean over Alan to see what else was stowed away.
"Later, love," Alan gently pushed him back down to bed. "I think I need a little more recovery time."
Robert smiled and a blush hid behind his flushed cheeks, all he could mange were a few stutters before he gave up and snatched the towel from Alan. Robert rubbed the small fluffy towel over Alan's chest, taking the utmost care to clean him thoroughly before taking care of his own chest. He leaned over Alan and dropped the towel to the floor. Realizing that his boxers were still trapped around his thighs, he pulled them the rest of the way off and sent them the way of the towel. Then he let Alan guide him to his chest, their limbs intertwining once more.
Breathing calm once more, Alan spoke up, "Nap first then shopping?"
Robert lifted up his head, his eyes shining in the muted daylight. "Second best idea so far today." A wide grin spread across his face, then he settled his head back down on Alan's chest, the beating of Alan's heart relaxing him and lulling him towards sleep.
Alan ran his hand up and down Robert's back. He was so happy to have Robert back in his life. Things were still not quite perfect, but Alan was just grateful to have another chance to make it right. He pressed a kiss to Robert's head and felt Robert nestle tighter against his chest. "I love you," Alan whispered.
"Love you too," Robert mumbled against his shoulder.
Not perfect, but getting there.
13.07 Out and About
Title: Good Day Sunshine
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Reconnecting 13.06
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 18 Phoenix
Word Count: 2168
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert and Alan wake up and quickly find a way to go back to sleep
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Falling Again
Sunlight was just beginning to stream through the bedroom window when Alan started to stir. He was lying on his stomach, hands under his pillow, and a body was pressed along his side, arm over his back under the covers. He was nice and toasty and didn’t want to move, not wanting to rouse Robert and having him pull back. He wasn’t ready for the day to start yet. Alan drifted in and out of sleep, content to keep his eyes closed and soak in the heat like a sunning lizard or a cat before a fireplace with a large plush rug.
Alan felt a pressure over his back as the arm there tensed, and he reluctantly cracked open his eyes. But Robert, mere inches away and head slightly turned into his pillow, still slept. Robert’s eyes moved under his lids and Alan wondered what he was dreaming about. He snaked his arm from under the pillow and gently rubbed Robert's back until he felt Robert settle down and sink a little more against him.
This was the life, Alan thought. It was the perfect way to wake up in the morning. Everything seemed soft and fuzzy, warm and gentle. Alan considered what they could do today. He wanted to just lay here all day and listen to Robert breathing, but since they were leaving the day after tomorrow, today would be their last day for shopping. Robert would only feel ready for the trip if he had a few more clothing items, despite what they planned on doing once they arrived. Alan turned his head away from Robert and snuck a peek at the clock. It was only seven am. The shops did not open till ten, so they did have a little bit of time. After the shops, since they would already be out, Alan thought they could get food at a pub, then maybe the Victoria and Albert museum in the afternoon, and then call it a night. Come home to tea, and settle in for the night. It sounded like a reasonable day, but all Alan really wanted to do was rediscover Robert's body, feel them move together, hands and mouths remembering forgotten spots.
Alan groaned silently as he realized he really needed a pee. It could not wait, hitting him like a freight train. Closing his eyes, he savored the feeling of being surrounded by Robert, then gently lifted Robert's arm so that he could roll out from underneath. He looked back at Robert, who had his arm resting in the warm spot where he had been sleeping. He looked so calm, sound asleep. Alan hurried to the bathroom, to relieve the pressure on his bladder.
Robert realized his favorite body pillow had left and his body began to wake up at the sudden coolness. He stretched like a cat, arching his back slightly and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the light, before rolling over and groping for his glasses. He slipped them on and then lay back in bed. His head still ached a little, but nothing unmanageable. He was starting to wonder where Alan was, but then he heard a flush. Robert's bladder agreed that it was a good idea, so he rolled out of bed, meeting Alan in the doorway.
"Morning. I hope I did not wake you?" Alan asked with a sleepy yawn and dusting a hand through his curls.
"No, I think it was time to get up anyway."
"Not for me, I am going to lie back down. It's only seven."
"I need..."
"To go shopping, yeah, but the shops aren't open till ten. We have loads of time."
Robert rested his hand on Alan's shoulder, leaned forward to brush his lips across Alan's cheek, and then walked by into the small bathroom.
Alan climbed back under the now cool sheets and lay on his back, a hand on his chest, tapping out a random pattern. He closed his eyes trying to recapture sleep. It was elusive, his body already wanting to wake up. He heard the toilet flush and turned over, pressing his head into the pillow, trying to feign sleep. He wanted any excuse to cuddle with Robert for a little while longer.
Robert returned to the bedroom and slid in next to Alan and gave him a few kisses to his back. "Are you really going back to sleep?"
Alan smiled into the pillow. He turned onto his back and looked up at Robert. "Perhaps..."
Robert took the moment to press his lips to Alan's, giving him a proper wake up kiss.
Alan gently pushed back. "How is your head?" he asked, ignoring Robert's pout at the shortened kiss, and working his hand up Robert's back to prodded the back of his head, searching for a knot or a bruise.
"It's much better. The sleep helped. Barely a headache any more," he whispered, then returned his lips to Alan's, hoping for better luck this time. Robert propped his body up on one elbow and used his free hand to map its way down Alan's torso, waiting to feel Alan let go and give into the kiss, his lips mashing against Alan's. He was rewarded for his patience when Alan's mouth opened, accepting the invasion.
Alan rested on hand on Robert's shoulder, the other was trapped between their bodies, palm pressed against Robert's chest. He could feel the pressure increase and decrease with each of their joint breaths. He felt a hand slide down his backside and slip into his pants, squeezing his ass. He laughed against Robert's lips. "Am I ripe?"
Robert grinned, licking his way back into Alan's mouth and rolled onto his back, pulling Alan down flush against himself and arching up against the pressure, hearing Alan gasp in his ear.
"Too many clothes," Alan said, despite that all they were only wearing boxers, eyes pinching shut, and trying to keep from coming on the spot. Robert had abandoned his mouth to suck at a spot under his jaw.
Despite the rush of lust that was making thinking difficult, Robert was able to remember that Alan would be filming the next day, so he had to leave marks at a minimum. Visible ones, that is. With one last nibble, he moved to Alan's shoulder. He felt Alan quiver above him as he traced over Alan's skin with his teeth.
Alan pulled away before Robert could bite a bruise there. "Don't ask me how, but Stephen will know. Creepy," he added when Robert gave him a puzzled look. He rolled off of Robert and onto his back, arching his hips off the bed so that he could remove his boxers. He rolled back to straddle Robert's legs, leaning forward to kiss down his stomach, following the thin line of hairs until they disappeared under his waistband. He lowered the elastic a few inches out of his way and kissed once more.
Robert reached down and hooked his fingers under Alan's chin, tilting his face up. As good as a blow job sounded, it wasn't what he wanted. He motioned with a tilt of his head for Alan to rejoin him. And, after a soft squeeze through his boxers, Alan did just that. They melted back together, teeth softly clicking as they kissed deeply.
Alan rolled to his side and Robert followed, grunting, but not breaking the kiss. He rubbed his groin against Robert's, frustrated by the feel of fabric when all he wanted was skin. He reached down and grabbed a handful of the fabric, tugging them down as far as he could reach, which was just enough to uncover what he wanted. Without ceremony, he reached between them and gripped Robert's cock.
Robert gasped and pulled away from Alan's mouth. He felt the fingers loosen, unsure, and he shook his head. "Don't stop. Just...didn't want to bite your tongue." He rested his head on Alan's shoulder and heard a small chuckle in his ear as the grip tightened. He put his fingers on Alan's arm, then followed along it until his hand was resting against Alan's fist. Then he went a few inches further and took Alan's member in his hand.
Alan's brain responded and involuntarily thrust into Robert's hand. He sucked in a halting breath and closed his eyes, breathing in the musky scent Robert and the hint of sex that hung in the air, happy to feel a familiar grip that was not his own after these last few months. He wrapped a leg across Robert's hip, pulling them as close as possible.
Robert reached his free hand around Alan's leg, trying to pull his boxers down farther and thrust into Alan's hand at the same time. A guttural grunt in his ears sent shock waves down his spine and froze him in place. He let his hand move back to his pillow, suddenly forgetting what was so important about removing that last scrap of clothing. He was so close to just losing it and wanted to stretch this out as long as possible. He leaned forward, capturing Alan's mouth in a deep kiss, hoping that the slow thrusting they were doing into each other's palms would let them ride this steady wave of pleasure for a while.
Alan broke the kiss and trailed kisses down Robert's jaw, taking advantage of the newly exposed neck as Robert leaned back, eyes pinched shut in total ecstasy. "You’re beautiful this way," Alan whispered, not even realizing he was talking out loud. Robert responded by giving him a tighter sheath to press into.
Robert felt his body break out in a new layer of sweat. He tingled all over. It was never like this when he was alone in his apartment in LA, his hand a cold substitute for Alan's confident one, knowing exactly how tight to hold and when to let up a little, working him into frenzy that threatened to send him into oblivion at the next thrust. "Yes, yes, yes, don't don't please." The words escaped his lips in a staccato rhythm, creating some sort of dialogue that made sense to just the two of them.
It only encouraged Alan to do his best and send them both over the edge. Alan leaned down and licked Robert's nipple once, and then twice, biting down on the third, and Robert gripped him harder, both gritting out senseless words that spilled out of clenched jaws as their body's shook loose all the pent up frustration and scattered semen across their bellies. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The words came out as hot breaths of celebration against Robert's neck.
Robert's arm was shaking as he wrapped it around Alan's back, his lips pressed into a nest of curls, trying to ignore his heaving chest as he searched for the breath that he happily gave up in exchange for thirty seconds of intense release.
They both lay intertwined, sinking bonelessly into the bed, chests heaving against each other, sweat and semen mingling.
Robert was the first to move, pushing back and trying to untangle himself from the limbs so he could go grab a cloth from the bathroom when he was stopped by Alan.
"Don't need to move," Alan said. He turned over and reached behind him, sliding open a drawer and pulling out a clean towel.
"Magical drawer?" Robert asked, trying to lean over Alan to see what else was stowed away.
"Later, love," Alan gently pushed him back down to bed. "I think I need a little more recovery time."
Robert smiled and a blush hid behind his flushed cheeks, all he could mange were a few stutters before he gave up and snatched the towel from Alan. Robert rubbed the small fluffy towel over Alan's chest, taking the utmost care to clean him thoroughly before taking care of his own chest. He leaned over Alan and dropped the towel to the floor. Realizing that his boxers were still trapped around his thighs, he pulled them the rest of the way off and sent them the way of the towel. Then he let Alan guide him to his chest, their limbs intertwining once more.
Breathing calm once more, Alan spoke up, "Nap first then shopping?"
Robert lifted up his head, his eyes shining in the muted daylight. "Second best idea so far today." A wide grin spread across his face, then he settled his head back down on Alan's chest, the beating of Alan's heart relaxing him and lulling him towards sleep.
Alan ran his hand up and down Robert's back. He was so happy to have Robert back in his life. Things were still not quite perfect, but Alan was just grateful to have another chance to make it right. He pressed a kiss to Robert's head and felt Robert nestle tighter against his chest. "I love you," Alan whispered.
"Love you too," Robert mumbled against his shoulder.
Not perfect, but getting there.
13.07 Out and About