November Showers 16.8
Sorry this took us so long. A combination of NaNoWriMo, real life, and writer’s block. I do hope it was worth the wait :)
Title: November Showers
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Business Loop 16.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1114
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan gets all prepared for his trip to LA.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
Leveling
Alan looked at the clock. He had a few hours left before he needed to be at the airport to catch his flight. His excitement was only tempered by the knowledge that he had to sit on a plane for 10 hours and listen to all the inane conversation and loud snoring. But what was waiting at the end of the tube of torture was what he wanted to see, to smell and to taste. Robert. It had been almost four months and Alan was more then ready to be with Robert again. As much as he was looking forward to the sex, he really just wanted to see him smile and to be the one to put that smile there.
He looked over his closet and took out a suit, lots of t-shirts, jeans and a few dress shirts. He neatly packed socks and pants, shoes and toiletries. He tucked in a few books that he had picked up at a used bookstore for Robert, and a few other items. He was going to be in LA for nearly a month and wanted to make sure he had everything he would need and still be able to heft up his bags.
After one last check through his stuff, he stripped down and headed for the shower, hoping that he would be able to retain a little bit of his natural body odor by the time he reached his boyfriend. He got the temp just right and ducked under the spray, standing still for several long minutes before reaching for his shampoo. As he lathered up his curls, pleased that they had grown out nicely for his visit, and thought back to Robert's last phone call and the wonderful news. It felt wrong to be happy that someone was going to be killed off, but this was a fictional someone. Alan hoped that the death of Wilson would give Robert the freedom that he needed to commit himself fully into their relationship. He stepped under the spray again, closing his eyes and breathing through his mouth as the hot water cascaded around him.
He scrubbed and rinsed himself thoroughly, humming a soft ditty under his breath, and forced himself to take his time. There was no point in hurrying up just to spend his extra minutes waiting at the airport. He rubbed at his arms with a wash cloth, tilting his head back against the shower wall and trying to pretend that he wasn't the one holding the cloth. He let it slip from his hand, now brushing his fingers up and down his arm, crossing over to his chest, thumb circling his nipple. He swallowed heavily, getting lost in his own private fantasy, moving his hand lower, and lower, pausing every few inches just to make himself crave this touch even more. Yes, he was teasing himself, but he knew it would be exactly the thing that Robert would do, just to hear his breath hitch, and a moan push past his lips.
Alan moaned, the sound getting lost in the sound of water against shower tile. He finally wrapped his fingers around himself, rubbing his thumb over the head. One stroke, two. The hot water running over him was enough to distract that the shape of his hand was all wrong, the grip too tight, the fingers not as long. He pinched his eyes closed and shook his head, causing water that had collected in his ringlets to spray against the shower wall. His fingers got lubrication from the water and slid effortlessly across his hardening cock.
It was too late to stop, even if he wanted to, and it was nice to close his eyes and feel the spray of water in a hot climate, or to smell Robert's apartment in Los Angeles or New York all comforting...He was no longer in his lonely apartment, but he could feel Robert's body pressed against his, arm snaking around his waist, teasing his arousal and desire. Alan puffed out Robert's name quietly into the loud shower. He could feel Robert's teeth pressed into his skin, sending currents down his spine. He tipped forward, head and free hand pressing into the shower wall opposite, wanting this to be real.
Alan picked up the pace. He remembered not to lock his knees. The last thing he needed was to read a local pap with the headline "Jonathan Creek star found unconscious in tub in the middle of wank." He curled his fingers into his coarse pubic hair and gave it a light pull before teasing his balls with his index finger and then adding a forefinger. He stroked his perineum and gasped. It felt so good, the hot spray that was still beating against his body was cooling down, but the pressure forming in his legs was building and he knew he had passed the point of no return.
He returned his focus to his cock and traced it, imagining that it was Robert's fingers teasing the ridges and tracing along the hood. His fingers--no Robert's--tickled across the top of the head and the sensation was sharp. His shoulders shook and he traced the underside with the tips of his fingers before wrapping his hand around one last time. Pushing himself back from the wall of the shower, Alan bit his lip as he stroked his now very sensitive cock, the tendrils of pleasure reaching out from his heels and spiraling up his legs. His shoulders shook as he tried to tease out a few more moments, chasing after the pleasure, and then, with a few last sure stokes, it was all over and he opened his eyes to see the last of his fantasy swirl down the drain. The cool water was now welcome as his body, flushed with desire, cooled down.
Alan took a few more breaths until he could let go of the wall and stand up properly. He switched off the taps and climbed out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he slowly rubbed the drops of water off his skin and hair. He slipped on a crisp white t-shirt before buttoning on his favorite blue shirt over it and slipping into a pair of khaki pants with pair of tan socks. He looked in a mirror and gave his hair a shake, knocking off the last of the excess water.
He heard the cab call to him and he grabbed his suitcase and took one last look around. He would miss his house and his stuff, but he was excited to see Robert. Robert had a much bigger shower and longer fingers, just two of the many things Alan was looking forward to.
With a bounce that started in his step and ended in his newly returned curls he left his flat. He had a plane to catch.
End Story 16.
17.01 The Left Coast
Note: We are taking November off so that we can work on our NaNoWriMo stories. So stay tuned for Story 17: Roadside Attraction, coming to you in December.
Title: November Showers
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Business Loop 16.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: None
Word Count: 1114
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan gets all prepared for his trip to LA.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
Leveling
Alan looked at the clock. He had a few hours left before he needed to be at the airport to catch his flight. His excitement was only tempered by the knowledge that he had to sit on a plane for 10 hours and listen to all the inane conversation and loud snoring. But what was waiting at the end of the tube of torture was what he wanted to see, to smell and to taste. Robert. It had been almost four months and Alan was more then ready to be with Robert again. As much as he was looking forward to the sex, he really just wanted to see him smile and to be the one to put that smile there.
He looked over his closet and took out a suit, lots of t-shirts, jeans and a few dress shirts. He neatly packed socks and pants, shoes and toiletries. He tucked in a few books that he had picked up at a used bookstore for Robert, and a few other items. He was going to be in LA for nearly a month and wanted to make sure he had everything he would need and still be able to heft up his bags.
After one last check through his stuff, he stripped down and headed for the shower, hoping that he would be able to retain a little bit of his natural body odor by the time he reached his boyfriend. He got the temp just right and ducked under the spray, standing still for several long minutes before reaching for his shampoo. As he lathered up his curls, pleased that they had grown out nicely for his visit, and thought back to Robert's last phone call and the wonderful news. It felt wrong to be happy that someone was going to be killed off, but this was a fictional someone. Alan hoped that the death of Wilson would give Robert the freedom that he needed to commit himself fully into their relationship. He stepped under the spray again, closing his eyes and breathing through his mouth as the hot water cascaded around him.
He scrubbed and rinsed himself thoroughly, humming a soft ditty under his breath, and forced himself to take his time. There was no point in hurrying up just to spend his extra minutes waiting at the airport. He rubbed at his arms with a wash cloth, tilting his head back against the shower wall and trying to pretend that he wasn't the one holding the cloth. He let it slip from his hand, now brushing his fingers up and down his arm, crossing over to his chest, thumb circling his nipple. He swallowed heavily, getting lost in his own private fantasy, moving his hand lower, and lower, pausing every few inches just to make himself crave this touch even more. Yes, he was teasing himself, but he knew it would be exactly the thing that Robert would do, just to hear his breath hitch, and a moan push past his lips.
Alan moaned, the sound getting lost in the sound of water against shower tile. He finally wrapped his fingers around himself, rubbing his thumb over the head. One stroke, two. The hot water running over him was enough to distract that the shape of his hand was all wrong, the grip too tight, the fingers not as long. He pinched his eyes closed and shook his head, causing water that had collected in his ringlets to spray against the shower wall. His fingers got lubrication from the water and slid effortlessly across his hardening cock.
It was too late to stop, even if he wanted to, and it was nice to close his eyes and feel the spray of water in a hot climate, or to smell Robert's apartment in Los Angeles or New York all comforting...He was no longer in his lonely apartment, but he could feel Robert's body pressed against his, arm snaking around his waist, teasing his arousal and desire. Alan puffed out Robert's name quietly into the loud shower. He could feel Robert's teeth pressed into his skin, sending currents down his spine. He tipped forward, head and free hand pressing into the shower wall opposite, wanting this to be real.
Alan picked up the pace. He remembered not to lock his knees. The last thing he needed was to read a local pap with the headline "Jonathan Creek star found unconscious in tub in the middle of wank." He curled his fingers into his coarse pubic hair and gave it a light pull before teasing his balls with his index finger and then adding a forefinger. He stroked his perineum and gasped. It felt so good, the hot spray that was still beating against his body was cooling down, but the pressure forming in his legs was building and he knew he had passed the point of no return.
He returned his focus to his cock and traced it, imagining that it was Robert's fingers teasing the ridges and tracing along the hood. His fingers--no Robert's--tickled across the top of the head and the sensation was sharp. His shoulders shook and he traced the underside with the tips of his fingers before wrapping his hand around one last time. Pushing himself back from the wall of the shower, Alan bit his lip as he stroked his now very sensitive cock, the tendrils of pleasure reaching out from his heels and spiraling up his legs. His shoulders shook as he tried to tease out a few more moments, chasing after the pleasure, and then, with a few last sure stokes, it was all over and he opened his eyes to see the last of his fantasy swirl down the drain. The cool water was now welcome as his body, flushed with desire, cooled down.
Alan took a few more breaths until he could let go of the wall and stand up properly. He switched off the taps and climbed out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he slowly rubbed the drops of water off his skin and hair. He slipped on a crisp white t-shirt before buttoning on his favorite blue shirt over it and slipping into a pair of khaki pants with pair of tan socks. He looked in a mirror and gave his hair a shake, knocking off the last of the excess water.
He heard the cab call to him and he grabbed his suitcase and took one last look around. He would miss his house and his stuff, but he was excited to see Robert. Robert had a much bigger shower and longer fingers, just two of the many things Alan was looking forward to.
With a bounce that started in his step and ended in his newly returned curls he left his flat. He had a plane to catch.
End Story 16.
17.01 The Left Coast
Note: We are taking November off so that we can work on our NaNoWriMo stories. So stay tuned for Story 17: Roadside Attraction, coming to you in December.