Alan's Confession 3.8
Title: Alan’s Confession
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 72 Confessions coclaim100
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A whispered confession.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.7 Union
Alan woke up slowly, feeling the dead weight of a sleeping Robert pressed against him, warm and comforting. He gently slid out from under the body and headed to the bathroom, smiling at the need for an early morning secret pee.
Walking back into the room, he was stopped by the sight of Robert. With Alan’s absence, Robert had turned over and curled up into a tight ball. Alan looked at the time, it was 4 am and he had a flight to catch in ten hours. Ten hours left until he had to leave Robert’s touch.
He laid down next to Robert and pulled the sheets up tightly against his chin and let his thoughts drift. Just 4 days ago he didn’t have this, and he ached to think of what he would have been doing instead had he not swallowed his fear and made the travel plans. Before he had left, he had not been sure, but now…He couldn’t picture his life without Robert in it. He was no longer falling in love. He had fallen. The proverbial head over heals. In love.
Wanting to feel Robert’s skin again, he reached out his hand and gently rubbed the top of Robert’s hip and felt him stretch out and eventually, after a few minutes, roll over and settle back across his chest.
Alan welcomed the contact again. It had been a long day. A good long. And both men had been exhausted. Alan didn’t want to drift back off to sleep. He would rather watch Robert’s deep breaths as the sky turned from black to gray to blue.
Ten hours left to gain memories, and tuck them away. Rubbing Robert’s back gently, Alan listening to his shallow breathing and stared at the small indents in his nose from his glasses that he preferred over contacts. All the little things that made Robert were the things Alan wanted to remember and hang on to. They both had busy schedules, so the only time both would have a free window of clear time was nearly five months away and for less than a week. It was going to be hard, but Alan knew it was worth it
Alan felt Robert shift a little more, trying to get closer when it wasn’t humanly possible. His arm moved, stretching out across Alan’s chest and tightening against his side before he stilled. Then his hand reached down, finding Alan’s, fingers intertwining. Alan inhaled deeply and let out a long slow breath, memorizing how amazing, overwhelming, and fan-fucking-tastic this all was on so many levels, well worth pursuing.
Yes, watching Robert sleep was worth losing sleep over.
Alan lifted his head and kissed Robert’s temple before gently whispering, “I love you.”
Head back on the pillow, he turned to look at the clock: 9 hours and 45 minutes till his flight. Squeezing Robert’s hand, he pressed a few gentle kisses to his shoulder, thinking of the remarkable last few days they had had before. Eventually his lids became heavy and he drifted off to sleep, his contended smile matching Robert’s.
3.9 Ache
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 72 Confessions coclaim100
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A whispered confession.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.7 Union
Alan woke up slowly, feeling the dead weight of a sleeping Robert pressed against him, warm and comforting. He gently slid out from under the body and headed to the bathroom, smiling at the need for an early morning secret pee.
Walking back into the room, he was stopped by the sight of Robert. With Alan’s absence, Robert had turned over and curled up into a tight ball. Alan looked at the time, it was 4 am and he had a flight to catch in ten hours. Ten hours left until he had to leave Robert’s touch.
He laid down next to Robert and pulled the sheets up tightly against his chin and let his thoughts drift. Just 4 days ago he didn’t have this, and he ached to think of what he would have been doing instead had he not swallowed his fear and made the travel plans. Before he had left, he had not been sure, but now…He couldn’t picture his life without Robert in it. He was no longer falling in love. He had fallen. The proverbial head over heals. In love.
Wanting to feel Robert’s skin again, he reached out his hand and gently rubbed the top of Robert’s hip and felt him stretch out and eventually, after a few minutes, roll over and settle back across his chest.
Alan welcomed the contact again. It had been a long day. A good long. And both men had been exhausted. Alan didn’t want to drift back off to sleep. He would rather watch Robert’s deep breaths as the sky turned from black to gray to blue.
Ten hours left to gain memories, and tuck them away. Rubbing Robert’s back gently, Alan listening to his shallow breathing and stared at the small indents in his nose from his glasses that he preferred over contacts. All the little things that made Robert were the things Alan wanted to remember and hang on to. They both had busy schedules, so the only time both would have a free window of clear time was nearly five months away and for less than a week. It was going to be hard, but Alan knew it was worth it
Alan felt Robert shift a little more, trying to get closer when it wasn’t humanly possible. His arm moved, stretching out across Alan’s chest and tightening against his side before he stilled. Then his hand reached down, finding Alan’s, fingers intertwining. Alan inhaled deeply and let out a long slow breath, memorizing how amazing, overwhelming, and fan-fucking-tastic this all was on so many levels, well worth pursuing.
Yes, watching Robert sleep was worth losing sleep over.
Alan lifted his head and kissed Robert’s temple before gently whispering, “I love you.”
Head back on the pillow, he turned to look at the clock: 9 hours and 45 minutes till his flight. Squeezing Robert’s hand, he pressed a few gentle kisses to his shoulder, thinking of the remarkable last few days they had had before. Eventually his lids became heavy and he drifted off to sleep, his contended smile matching Robert’s.
3.9 Ache