Pre-Gaming
This doesn’t really fall anywhere in our timeline, but it just had to be written. If we can ever find a spot for it, we will.
Title: Pre-gaming
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Word Count: 338
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is Super Bowl time!
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.
Dedicated to Moozer72. Thanks!
"So what is this?" Alan asked, plopping himself down on the couch next to Robert, careful not to spill his full can of beer.
"The pre-game show." Robert was currently relaxed, slouching down slightly, feet on the coffee table and hands behind his head.
"When does the actual game start?" Alan leaned back, trying to match his boyfriend's pose.
Robert glanced over at the clock. "It looks like we only have three more hours."
"So, this a national day off?"
"Practically. We buy all the accessories to worship at the alter of our big screen TVs. It's a day of commercials, beer, and hot wings."
Alan looked at the beer in his hand. "So we fit right in?"
Robert looked sideways at Alan, not taking his full focus off the TV. "Yes, I guess we do."
Alan smiled and a curl fell across his forehead. He leaned over and, with his right hand, turned Robert's head toward him, then leaned in for a gentle kiss. "Middle America?"
"Maybe a little less like them now." He blinked, trying to get his attention back on the TV.
Alan ran his hand up Robert's shirt and grazed a nipple, smiling as it hardened and Robert shifted on the couch.
Robert closed his eyes and squirmed. "This would not really be..."
"So, the commercials are the best part of the game, right?"
Robert weakly nodded, preferring to focus on what Alan was doing to his chest right now and not Terry Bradshaw on the pre-game show.
"I have a good way to kill some time before the game starts." He dipped his hand under the waistband of Robert's track pants, trailing his fingers across the warm skin and sighing.
Robert brought his hand up to Alan's head and guided it up, meeting in a warm kiss. Robert's hand slid down Alan's back and worked at pulling his shirt off.
"Relax love. Remember, we have hours. Now is the time for a proper pre-game." Alan pressed his lips to Robert's ear and sucked.
Still working on Story 18. Slowly. But it is coming together...nicely.
Title: Pre-gaming
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Word Count: 338
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is Super Bowl time!
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.
Dedicated to Moozer72. Thanks!
"So what is this?" Alan asked, plopping himself down on the couch next to Robert, careful not to spill his full can of beer.
"The pre-game show." Robert was currently relaxed, slouching down slightly, feet on the coffee table and hands behind his head.
"When does the actual game start?" Alan leaned back, trying to match his boyfriend's pose.
Robert glanced over at the clock. "It looks like we only have three more hours."
"So, this a national day off?"
"Practically. We buy all the accessories to worship at the alter of our big screen TVs. It's a day of commercials, beer, and hot wings."
Alan looked at the beer in his hand. "So we fit right in?"
Robert looked sideways at Alan, not taking his full focus off the TV. "Yes, I guess we do."
Alan smiled and a curl fell across his forehead. He leaned over and, with his right hand, turned Robert's head toward him, then leaned in for a gentle kiss. "Middle America?"
"Maybe a little less like them now." He blinked, trying to get his attention back on the TV.
Alan ran his hand up Robert's shirt and grazed a nipple, smiling as it hardened and Robert shifted on the couch.
Robert closed his eyes and squirmed. "This would not really be..."
"So, the commercials are the best part of the game, right?"
Robert weakly nodded, preferring to focus on what Alan was doing to his chest right now and not Terry Bradshaw on the pre-game show.
"I have a good way to kill some time before the game starts." He dipped his hand under the waistband of Robert's track pants, trailing his fingers across the warm skin and sighing.
Robert brought his hand up to Alan's head and guided it up, meeting in a warm kiss. Robert's hand slid down Alan's back and worked at pulling his shirt off.
"Relax love. Remember, we have hours. Now is the time for a proper pre-game." Alan pressed his lips to Robert's ear and sucked.
Still working on Story 18. Slowly. But it is coming together...nicely.