Leaving is Hard to Do 15.6
Title: Leaving is Hard to Do
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1007
Rating: R
Summary: Each time, it gets harder to say goodbye.
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:
Cats, Conversations, and Conspiracies
Robert gave Alan a tender kiss on the lips. Alan's fever had broken the day before. He was still tired, but well on the road to recovery. "Sure you don't want me to stay another two weeks? I can still cancel?" They were sitting on the couch, angled to face each other.
Alan rested his forehead against Robert's, feeling arms crossed over his back, fingers dancing at the hem of his Tee. "We've already had this discussion. Work is important."
"It's just an audio book."
"The world needs to hear your voice, love."
"I only care about one set of ears," Robert whispered.
Alan smiled at the tickle of lips against his ear and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, trembling when Robert's warm breath touched him there. What was it about this man that one touch, one breath, could make him go so weak at the knees? He closed his eyes and slowly started leaning back, inch by inch, grinning, then laughing when Robert's lips followed.
Robert lifted himself up so that Alan could stretch his legs out along the length of the couch, then lowered himself back down on top of Alan. He paused, just letting the warmth of another body soak into him.
"Quickie?" Alan breathed, trying to lean forward to capture his boyfriend's lips, held just out of reach.
"I have to leave in 20 minutes, Alan."
"We've done more in less," Alan reminded him and waggled his eyebrows. Not waiting for Robert's protest, Alan captured Robert's mouth with his, holding him down tightly.
Robert gave a half hearted attempt to pull away, but knew he was not likely to win this battle. He met Alan's tongue and ran his hands down Alan's torso, eliciting a groan from the body beneath him.
Lips moving to together, Robert did his best not to get completely lost in Alan's kiss. The cab would be there in about ten minutes and the last thing he needed was for them to be in the middle of something that would be hard to leave. Robert almost chucked at his pun, and then he was the one groaning when Alan slid hands down the back of his jeans, pressing his warm fingers against the warming flesh. He bit back some laughter as the fingers tickled his skin. Robert pushed back, looking at Alan's laughing eyes: they were full of mirth and mischief. Robert knew there was really only one way to make Alan happy and catch his cab on time.
Robert ran his hands up Alan's shirt, raking his nails over the skin, leaving the shirt hiked up so he could kiss a spot on Alan's stomach as he moved his hands back down to undo Alan's pants. Alan lifted his hips to assist and Robert pulled the pants and underwear far enough down so that they were out of the way. He stole a quick glance at the clock--7 minutes--before leaning down and taking Alan into is mouth.
Alan fisted the back of Robert's shirt with one of his hands and his hips twitched upwards, surprised by the suddenness of the 'attack', while the other hand grabbed the cushions as if trying to hold on to something, afraid that he might float away if he was not careful.
Robert's tongue dipped down, sliding across one of Alan's balls, and they tightened. Robert had Alan just where he wanted him. He glanced up at the clock: about three minutes till the cab arrived. He really wanted to make this last, but time was ticking, and he wanted to give all that he could before he walked out that door again. Robert’s hands traced up Alan's hips and he brushed his thumb lightly against the warm skin at the crease of his leg. He sucked down Alan's length and dug his fingers into the spot where his hip bone stuck out, feeling Alan shiver and gasp below him, his body bucking up, and Robert rode the wave as Alan's reached his climax.
Sadness crept around the edges as Robert realized that he had to leave, the cab would be there any moment, tearing him again away from Alan. It was moments like this that made him never want to leave, but reality would sink in in a few hours and he knew this was for the best. They both had lives that were busy, and these precious moments refueled him so he could go on. But Robert didn't move. He just sat there on his knees, fingers still playing against Alan's skin. It was flushed now with his orgasm and Alan was still breathing hard, his hand finally letting go of the couch and finding its way into Robert's hair.
"Come here love," Alan whispered.
Robert's lips pressed to Alan's with a touch of sadness. A goodbye kiss.
Alan started to pull Robert's shirt up when they heard the cab blare its horn, putting an end to everything before it could start. "Goodbye," Robert closed his eyes and pressed his face to Alan's cheek, whispering, "I'll miss you, and I will call the minute I walk into my apartment."
Alan wrapped Robert in an embrace and inhaled deeply, memorizing the smell of musk and sex that hung between them. "I love you, have a safe trip. I'll see you soon."
Robert stood up and then kneeled next to the couch. "Promise?"
The horn blared again.
"Yeah, now get out of her you git, before the driver joins us."
Robert pressed a quick final kiss to the side of Alan’s mouth. "Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. 'Bye."
Alan sat up as he watched Robert gather his bags and head for the door, turning once more to give Alan a bright smile to hide the sadness in his eyes before he slipped out the door.
"Come back and never leave," Alan whispered after the door clicked closed. He fell back against the couch and closed his eyes, already counting the days till he left for LA.
End Chapter 15
Stay tuned for Highway 16: Business Loop
While Alan tries to fight back the feelings of wanting Robert to be a permanent part of his life, Robert settles in to another season of House and tries to fight back some feelings of his own.
16.1 Callus Interuptus
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1007
Rating: R
Summary: Each time, it gets harder to say goodbye.
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:
Cats, Conversations, and Conspiracies
Robert gave Alan a tender kiss on the lips. Alan's fever had broken the day before. He was still tired, but well on the road to recovery. "Sure you don't want me to stay another two weeks? I can still cancel?" They were sitting on the couch, angled to face each other.
Alan rested his forehead against Robert's, feeling arms crossed over his back, fingers dancing at the hem of his Tee. "We've already had this discussion. Work is important."
"It's just an audio book."
"The world needs to hear your voice, love."
"I only care about one set of ears," Robert whispered.
Alan smiled at the tickle of lips against his ear and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, trembling when Robert's warm breath touched him there. What was it about this man that one touch, one breath, could make him go so weak at the knees? He closed his eyes and slowly started leaning back, inch by inch, grinning, then laughing when Robert's lips followed.
Robert lifted himself up so that Alan could stretch his legs out along the length of the couch, then lowered himself back down on top of Alan. He paused, just letting the warmth of another body soak into him.
"Quickie?" Alan breathed, trying to lean forward to capture his boyfriend's lips, held just out of reach.
"I have to leave in 20 minutes, Alan."
"We've done more in less," Alan reminded him and waggled his eyebrows. Not waiting for Robert's protest, Alan captured Robert's mouth with his, holding him down tightly.
Robert gave a half hearted attempt to pull away, but knew he was not likely to win this battle. He met Alan's tongue and ran his hands down Alan's torso, eliciting a groan from the body beneath him.
Lips moving to together, Robert did his best not to get completely lost in Alan's kiss. The cab would be there in about ten minutes and the last thing he needed was for them to be in the middle of something that would be hard to leave. Robert almost chucked at his pun, and then he was the one groaning when Alan slid hands down the back of his jeans, pressing his warm fingers against the warming flesh. He bit back some laughter as the fingers tickled his skin. Robert pushed back, looking at Alan's laughing eyes: they were full of mirth and mischief. Robert knew there was really only one way to make Alan happy and catch his cab on time.
Robert ran his hands up Alan's shirt, raking his nails over the skin, leaving the shirt hiked up so he could kiss a spot on Alan's stomach as he moved his hands back down to undo Alan's pants. Alan lifted his hips to assist and Robert pulled the pants and underwear far enough down so that they were out of the way. He stole a quick glance at the clock--7 minutes--before leaning down and taking Alan into is mouth.
Alan fisted the back of Robert's shirt with one of his hands and his hips twitched upwards, surprised by the suddenness of the 'attack', while the other hand grabbed the cushions as if trying to hold on to something, afraid that he might float away if he was not careful.
Robert's tongue dipped down, sliding across one of Alan's balls, and they tightened. Robert had Alan just where he wanted him. He glanced up at the clock: about three minutes till the cab arrived. He really wanted to make this last, but time was ticking, and he wanted to give all that he could before he walked out that door again. Robert’s hands traced up Alan's hips and he brushed his thumb lightly against the warm skin at the crease of his leg. He sucked down Alan's length and dug his fingers into the spot where his hip bone stuck out, feeling Alan shiver and gasp below him, his body bucking up, and Robert rode the wave as Alan's reached his climax.
Sadness crept around the edges as Robert realized that he had to leave, the cab would be there any moment, tearing him again away from Alan. It was moments like this that made him never want to leave, but reality would sink in in a few hours and he knew this was for the best. They both had lives that were busy, and these precious moments refueled him so he could go on. But Robert didn't move. He just sat there on his knees, fingers still playing against Alan's skin. It was flushed now with his orgasm and Alan was still breathing hard, his hand finally letting go of the couch and finding its way into Robert's hair.
"Come here love," Alan whispered.
Robert's lips pressed to Alan's with a touch of sadness. A goodbye kiss.
Alan started to pull Robert's shirt up when they heard the cab blare its horn, putting an end to everything before it could start. "Goodbye," Robert closed his eyes and pressed his face to Alan's cheek, whispering, "I'll miss you, and I will call the minute I walk into my apartment."
Alan wrapped Robert in an embrace and inhaled deeply, memorizing the smell of musk and sex that hung between them. "I love you, have a safe trip. I'll see you soon."
Robert stood up and then kneeled next to the couch. "Promise?"
The horn blared again.
"Yeah, now get out of her you git, before the driver joins us."
Robert pressed a quick final kiss to the side of Alan’s mouth. "Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. 'Bye."
Alan sat up as he watched Robert gather his bags and head for the door, turning once more to give Alan a bright smile to hide the sadness in his eyes before he slipped out the door.
"Come back and never leave," Alan whispered after the door clicked closed. He fell back against the couch and closed his eyes, already counting the days till he left for LA.
End Chapter 15
Stay tuned for Highway 16: Business Loop
While Alan tries to fight back the feelings of wanting Robert to be a permanent part of his life, Robert settles in to another season of House and tries to fight back some feelings of his own.
16.1 Callus Interuptus