Nothing Says 'I Love You' Like a Sugar Cookie 17.11
Title: Nothing Says ‘I Love You’ Like a Sugar Cookie
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Roadside Attraction 17.11
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: none
Word Count: 2025
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: The guys spend their last day together baking. Among other things.
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Previous story:
The Joy of Shopping
Alan wandered out of the bedroom, stretching and scratching at a spot on his side. He put on a shirt as he wandered into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then he went looking for Robert.
They had been back in LA for several days. Alan had been debating for two of them whether he should tell Robert or not about his plans to visit for Christmas with Traci. But Robert had sounded depressed when Alan had carefully brought up the holiday to see if he had had any plans. So Alan had phoned up Traci right away while Robert showered, then told Robert the good news last night as they had cuddled in bed.
Alan was still grinning as he remembered how Robert had thanked him, when he found Robert in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and studying an open spiral-bound book in front of him. Padding silently, Alan sneaked up behind him, getting close before wrapping his arms tightly around Robert's middle, feeling the nearly violent twitch as Robert jumped.
"Alan!" Robert panted, straightening his glasses and trying to turn around despite Alan's tight grip.
"Morning, love," Alan greeted cheerfully, loosening his hold enough for Robert to turn around and face him so he could plant a kiss on Robert's nose. "What are you up to in here?"
"Aside from being scared to death?" He gestured over his shoulder to the book.
Alan looked at the cover. "101 Cookie Recipes," he read before turning back to Robert's place. "I no longer satisfy your sweet tooth?" he pouted.
Robert sighed, rather dramatically, and looked Alan right in the eye, trying to keep his face from breaking into a smile. "Alan. I am afraid you no longer do anything for my teeth."
Alan nodded gravely and stepped close. "Maybe I can win back their affection." He breathed the words against Robert's lips, and Robert opened his mouth willingly. Alan took his time, running his tongue over lips, tongue, and teeth. He brushed the roof of his mouth and felt Robert shudder in his arms as it tickled. Finally, Alan pulled back, having to push on Robert's shoulders to keep him from following. Alan grinned and turned back to the cookbook. "So what type do you want to make?" he said casually.
Robert licked his lips, a little dazed, and joined Alan at the counter. Together, they flipped through the book, examining the full colored pages. "Something simple," Robert said as they looked at cookies that required over 10 ingredients, including a few things he hadn't heard of before.
"Nothing simpler than sugar cookies," Alan said, pointing to a recipe a couple pages later.
"Hmm," Robert said thoughtfully, skimming the ingredients to make sure he had everything.
"Frosted sugar cookies." Alan pointed out a smaller recipe for frosting that followed.
"Frosted sugar cookies it is."
After putting the first batch into the oven, Alan slid up next to Robert. "We have 14 minutes. What ever shall we do?"
"I think we need more than 14 minutes for what you have in mind."
Alan tried not to laugh at the three finger-sized smudges of flour on the side of Robert's face. Robert had yet to notice that Alan had put them there over 25 minutes ago.
"We can get a start on the frosting."
Alan unenthusiastically agreed, pretending to pout over the 'lost 14 minutes.' He did perk up when Robert held out a digit that he had dipped in the mixture to taste test. Alan made sure to get every bit of frosting off of Robert's finger.
They sat at the table and talked as they waited for the first batch to get done. Alan rattled off a bunch of places he thought Traci would enjoy in New York and Robert just laughed and reminded him that there were only so many things one can do in 4 days.
Robert pulled the cookie sheet from the oven, the cookies a warm golden brown. He put two on separate plates, then the rest on a rack to cool. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asked when Alan made a very happy sound during his first bite.
They spent the next hour baking the cookies (sampling one from each batch to make sure they were edible) and then an hour after that frosting them all (Alan was having a little too much fun with the frosting). They took turns showering (Alan complaining before and during his turn about the small shower), then went to the bedroom to burn off their sugar high. Alan was leaving early the next morning, so they wanted to make the most out of their last full day, and only emerged when they were too hungry to stay in bed any longer.
After ordering and devouring a ton of Thai food, they retired to the couch, put their feet up--Alan's across Robert's lap--and read, pausing now and again to read passages out loud as they relaxed into the evening.
"When are you shooting The Big Death Scene?" Alan asked, finally putting down his book and yawning.
"Should get the script next week and film the following week. So the next time you see me, I will be a free man. Almost."
"Almost?"
Robert put his own book aside and rested a hand on Alan's foot. "Interviews in February after the episode airs on TV." Robert wasn't happy about the thought of doing a string of interviews, but he owed that much, at least, to his fans and his character. "Ready to turn in?" he asked, interrupting another huge yawn from Alan.
Alan nodded and slipped his hand into Robert's before he stood, pulling Robert with him and they went to the bedroom, neither looking forward to the morning.
They took turns undressing each other, kissing the skin as it was uncovered, lips lingering, bodies pressing. Robert shivered when Alan moved his lips away from his neck, the chill of the room sweeping back in to snatch away the warmth. They moved to the bed, under the covers, trapping their heat beneath the sheets. Slowly they made love, their two bodies moving together in unison, taking their time until both were quaking with the need for release. Alan clung to Robert afterwards, not wanting to pull away, and Robert let him, ignoring the small discomfort, and wrapping his arms across Alan's back, holding him tighter. "Less than a month and we can do this again," Robert whispered into Alan's ear, kissing it afterwards.
"But me sis will be here, too," Alan complained.
"We can send her to a hotel at night."
A laugh burst from Alan's lips. "Knowing Trace, she will bring ear plugs and happily head off to the guest room."
"It will be nice to see her again. We always have a great time."
"She is fond of you as well." Alan yawned and gently massaged his thumb against Robert's hip, letting the talk fall to silence before finally pulling away and reaching for the box of tissues on his side of the bed. They would have to do, because he was not moving farther than a foot away from Robert until he had to. They cleaned each other quickly, then, after a lingering kiss, Alan turned off the lamp, plunging them into an eerie half-darkness. "Goodnight, Robert," he whispered, scooting up against Robert's back.
"'Night, Alan."
Alan breathed deeply, able to smell sex, sweat, and Robert's shampoo. 'Less than a month,' he reminded himself as he listened to Robert's breathing, suddenly wide awake.
"Sleep," Robert said, able to tell that Alan wasn't.
"I can't."
Robert rolled onto his back and found Alan's lips in the dark, giving him a soft kiss. "Me neither."
The buzz of the alarm clock was what first woke Alan. He groaned low in his throat and turned his head further against Robert's shoulder, feeling the other man start to wake as well. Robert groped blindly for the source of the noise, not wanting to open his eyes. Alarm silenced, he dropped his arm back on the bed with a sigh, finally blinking open his eyes. "Alan."
"Morning, love," Alan kissed Robert's shoulder, then shifted to kiss his neck.
Robert hummed and tried to keep from slipping back to sleep, leaning into the kisses.
Alan finally pulled back, untangling himself from the sheets and Robert's limbs, and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. When he emerged, only a towel around his shoulders, Robert was still in bed, facedown, arm thrown across Alan's pillow. Alan sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Robert's back through the sheet that was covering him. "Cab'll be here in less than an hour," he reminded.
Robert turned around. "Another goodbye," he sighed.
Alan laid down next to him. "And you will have a whole month to think and wonder about what I am getting you for Christmas."
"Only one thing I want."
"Sap. Now, come on, out of bed." Alan rolled off and went a round looking for his scattered clothes, bundling them up so he could exchange them for clean clothes from his pack. He turned around and caught Robert staring. He found one of Robert's shirts nearby and tossed it at him.
Robert tossed it back. "Wear it home and keep it there until my next visit."
Alan laughed as he popped his head through the neck hole. He bent over and tossed one of his own to Robert. "Just to be fair."
Robert smiled as he climbed out of bed and slid on track pants and Alan’s shirt. He rubbed Alan's shoulder as he walked past him and out into the kitchen.
Alan finished up his packing and made the bed, leaving the room neat as he headed out to the living room, dropping his bags at the door.
"Alan, are you all packed?"
"Yes, love. Do I smell coffee?"
Robert laughed and brought Alan out a cup, giving him a light kiss, then the hot cup of coffee as they sat on the couch. "Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'll call, like I always do, and then I am sleeping for a week. Taping a few end of the year shows next Saturday."
"So, you won't miss me at all?" Robert teased.
Alan looked up from his cup of coffee and smiled. He turned his head towards the door when he heard a cab blow its horn. "That's my cue."
"Hold on for a second." Robert jumped up and dashed into the kitchen.
Alan set the red mug down and slipped on his coat. He turned and took the small paper bag of cookies that Robert held out to him with a smile. "Thanks, Robert."
Robert's face turned really serious and he looked Alan straight in the eye, not knowing how to tell him how much he was looking forward to Christmas and his visit to make the holiday a happy time. Words were lost and he wished he had someone who could write the perfect script for him, to wrap all that he felt up into something lyrical and magical. He settled on, "Thank you."
Alan's face brightened. He knew that the thanks was for far more than this visit or the upcoming one: It was for staying there, standing right there beside him and loving him. Alan leaned forward and offered all he could. Emotions choked him and he whispered the only words that he could utter without spilling his emotions all over the carpet, "You're welcome, love."
Robert embraced Alan and kissed his neck. He felt Alan’s shaky sigh beneath the embrace, so he tickled him a little, breaking the tension and letting him leave on a happier note. "Fly safe."
"Love you." Alan broke the embrace and opened the door. He waived to the cabbie and turned one last time to look at Robert, reminding himself that it was only three weeks this time.
The door shut behind Alan and Robert went to sit on the edge of the couch. He picked up Alan’s bright red mug and took a small sip. It was still hot.
End of Story 17.
Stay tuned for Story 18: Tourist Stop
18.01 Reflection and Recollection
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Roadside Attraction 17.11
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: none
Word Count: 2025
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: The guys spend their last day together baking. Among other things.
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:
The Joy of Shopping
Alan wandered out of the bedroom, stretching and scratching at a spot on his side. He put on a shirt as he wandered into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then he went looking for Robert.
They had been back in LA for several days. Alan had been debating for two of them whether he should tell Robert or not about his plans to visit for Christmas with Traci. But Robert had sounded depressed when Alan had carefully brought up the holiday to see if he had had any plans. So Alan had phoned up Traci right away while Robert showered, then told Robert the good news last night as they had cuddled in bed.
Alan was still grinning as he remembered how Robert had thanked him, when he found Robert in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and studying an open spiral-bound book in front of him. Padding silently, Alan sneaked up behind him, getting close before wrapping his arms tightly around Robert's middle, feeling the nearly violent twitch as Robert jumped.
"Alan!" Robert panted, straightening his glasses and trying to turn around despite Alan's tight grip.
"Morning, love," Alan greeted cheerfully, loosening his hold enough for Robert to turn around and face him so he could plant a kiss on Robert's nose. "What are you up to in here?"
"Aside from being scared to death?" He gestured over his shoulder to the book.
Alan looked at the cover. "101 Cookie Recipes," he read before turning back to Robert's place. "I no longer satisfy your sweet tooth?" he pouted.
Robert sighed, rather dramatically, and looked Alan right in the eye, trying to keep his face from breaking into a smile. "Alan. I am afraid you no longer do anything for my teeth."
Alan nodded gravely and stepped close. "Maybe I can win back their affection." He breathed the words against Robert's lips, and Robert opened his mouth willingly. Alan took his time, running his tongue over lips, tongue, and teeth. He brushed the roof of his mouth and felt Robert shudder in his arms as it tickled. Finally, Alan pulled back, having to push on Robert's shoulders to keep him from following. Alan grinned and turned back to the cookbook. "So what type do you want to make?" he said casually.
Robert licked his lips, a little dazed, and joined Alan at the counter. Together, they flipped through the book, examining the full colored pages. "Something simple," Robert said as they looked at cookies that required over 10 ingredients, including a few things he hadn't heard of before.
"Nothing simpler than sugar cookies," Alan said, pointing to a recipe a couple pages later.
"Hmm," Robert said thoughtfully, skimming the ingredients to make sure he had everything.
"Frosted sugar cookies." Alan pointed out a smaller recipe for frosting that followed.
"Frosted sugar cookies it is."
After putting the first batch into the oven, Alan slid up next to Robert. "We have 14 minutes. What ever shall we do?"
"I think we need more than 14 minutes for what you have in mind."
Alan tried not to laugh at the three finger-sized smudges of flour on the side of Robert's face. Robert had yet to notice that Alan had put them there over 25 minutes ago.
"We can get a start on the frosting."
Alan unenthusiastically agreed, pretending to pout over the 'lost 14 minutes.' He did perk up when Robert held out a digit that he had dipped in the mixture to taste test. Alan made sure to get every bit of frosting off of Robert's finger.
They sat at the table and talked as they waited for the first batch to get done. Alan rattled off a bunch of places he thought Traci would enjoy in New York and Robert just laughed and reminded him that there were only so many things one can do in 4 days.
Robert pulled the cookie sheet from the oven, the cookies a warm golden brown. He put two on separate plates, then the rest on a rack to cool. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asked when Alan made a very happy sound during his first bite.
They spent the next hour baking the cookies (sampling one from each batch to make sure they were edible) and then an hour after that frosting them all (Alan was having a little too much fun with the frosting). They took turns showering (Alan complaining before and during his turn about the small shower), then went to the bedroom to burn off their sugar high. Alan was leaving early the next morning, so they wanted to make the most out of their last full day, and only emerged when they were too hungry to stay in bed any longer.
After ordering and devouring a ton of Thai food, they retired to the couch, put their feet up--Alan's across Robert's lap--and read, pausing now and again to read passages out loud as they relaxed into the evening.
"When are you shooting The Big Death Scene?" Alan asked, finally putting down his book and yawning.
"Should get the script next week and film the following week. So the next time you see me, I will be a free man. Almost."
"Almost?"
Robert put his own book aside and rested a hand on Alan's foot. "Interviews in February after the episode airs on TV." Robert wasn't happy about the thought of doing a string of interviews, but he owed that much, at least, to his fans and his character. "Ready to turn in?" he asked, interrupting another huge yawn from Alan.
Alan nodded and slipped his hand into Robert's before he stood, pulling Robert with him and they went to the bedroom, neither looking forward to the morning.
They took turns undressing each other, kissing the skin as it was uncovered, lips lingering, bodies pressing. Robert shivered when Alan moved his lips away from his neck, the chill of the room sweeping back in to snatch away the warmth. They moved to the bed, under the covers, trapping their heat beneath the sheets. Slowly they made love, their two bodies moving together in unison, taking their time until both were quaking with the need for release. Alan clung to Robert afterwards, not wanting to pull away, and Robert let him, ignoring the small discomfort, and wrapping his arms across Alan's back, holding him tighter. "Less than a month and we can do this again," Robert whispered into Alan's ear, kissing it afterwards.
"But me sis will be here, too," Alan complained.
"We can send her to a hotel at night."
A laugh burst from Alan's lips. "Knowing Trace, she will bring ear plugs and happily head off to the guest room."
"It will be nice to see her again. We always have a great time."
"She is fond of you as well." Alan yawned and gently massaged his thumb against Robert's hip, letting the talk fall to silence before finally pulling away and reaching for the box of tissues on his side of the bed. They would have to do, because he was not moving farther than a foot away from Robert until he had to. They cleaned each other quickly, then, after a lingering kiss, Alan turned off the lamp, plunging them into an eerie half-darkness. "Goodnight, Robert," he whispered, scooting up against Robert's back.
"'Night, Alan."
Alan breathed deeply, able to smell sex, sweat, and Robert's shampoo. 'Less than a month,' he reminded himself as he listened to Robert's breathing, suddenly wide awake.
"Sleep," Robert said, able to tell that Alan wasn't.
"I can't."
Robert rolled onto his back and found Alan's lips in the dark, giving him a soft kiss. "Me neither."
The buzz of the alarm clock was what first woke Alan. He groaned low in his throat and turned his head further against Robert's shoulder, feeling the other man start to wake as well. Robert groped blindly for the source of the noise, not wanting to open his eyes. Alarm silenced, he dropped his arm back on the bed with a sigh, finally blinking open his eyes. "Alan."
"Morning, love," Alan kissed Robert's shoulder, then shifted to kiss his neck.
Robert hummed and tried to keep from slipping back to sleep, leaning into the kisses.
Alan finally pulled back, untangling himself from the sheets and Robert's limbs, and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. When he emerged, only a towel around his shoulders, Robert was still in bed, facedown, arm thrown across Alan's pillow. Alan sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Robert's back through the sheet that was covering him. "Cab'll be here in less than an hour," he reminded.
Robert turned around. "Another goodbye," he sighed.
Alan laid down next to him. "And you will have a whole month to think and wonder about what I am getting you for Christmas."
"Only one thing I want."
"Sap. Now, come on, out of bed." Alan rolled off and went a round looking for his scattered clothes, bundling them up so he could exchange them for clean clothes from his pack. He turned around and caught Robert staring. He found one of Robert's shirts nearby and tossed it at him.
Robert tossed it back. "Wear it home and keep it there until my next visit."
Alan laughed as he popped his head through the neck hole. He bent over and tossed one of his own to Robert. "Just to be fair."
Robert smiled as he climbed out of bed and slid on track pants and Alan’s shirt. He rubbed Alan's shoulder as he walked past him and out into the kitchen.
Alan finished up his packing and made the bed, leaving the room neat as he headed out to the living room, dropping his bags at the door.
"Alan, are you all packed?"
"Yes, love. Do I smell coffee?"
Robert laughed and brought Alan out a cup, giving him a light kiss, then the hot cup of coffee as they sat on the couch. "Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'll call, like I always do, and then I am sleeping for a week. Taping a few end of the year shows next Saturday."
"So, you won't miss me at all?" Robert teased.
Alan looked up from his cup of coffee and smiled. He turned his head towards the door when he heard a cab blow its horn. "That's my cue."
"Hold on for a second." Robert jumped up and dashed into the kitchen.
Alan set the red mug down and slipped on his coat. He turned and took the small paper bag of cookies that Robert held out to him with a smile. "Thanks, Robert."
Robert's face turned really serious and he looked Alan straight in the eye, not knowing how to tell him how much he was looking forward to Christmas and his visit to make the holiday a happy time. Words were lost and he wished he had someone who could write the perfect script for him, to wrap all that he felt up into something lyrical and magical. He settled on, "Thank you."
Alan's face brightened. He knew that the thanks was for far more than this visit or the upcoming one: It was for staying there, standing right there beside him and loving him. Alan leaned forward and offered all he could. Emotions choked him and he whispered the only words that he could utter without spilling his emotions all over the carpet, "You're welcome, love."
Robert embraced Alan and kissed his neck. He felt Alan’s shaky sigh beneath the embrace, so he tickled him a little, breaking the tension and letting him leave on a happier note. "Fly safe."
"Love you." Alan broke the embrace and opened the door. He waived to the cabbie and turned one last time to look at Robert, reminding himself that it was only three weeks this time.
The door shut behind Alan and Robert went to sit on the edge of the couch. He picked up Alan’s bright red mug and took a small sip. It was still hot.
End of Story 17.
Stay tuned for Story 18: Tourist Stop
18.01 Reflection and Recollection