Title: Bare
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 24, Naked
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Brendan Block, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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Brendan looked down at the man beneath him, a smile curving his lips. This was exactly where he wanted to be; he couldn't imagine being happy anywhere else, with anyone else. This was where he should have been all of his life, with this man.

It didn't matter that he'd concentrated most of his time on women earlier in his life. There had been a few men along the way, but they'd been no more than experimentation, casual flings that he hadn't had deep feelings for and easily forgotten.

This was exactly how he wanted the Doctor -- warm and willing and naked under him. The Time Lord was looking up at him, those dark eyes slightly unfocused, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted, on the verge of begging Brendan to take him.

Had there ever been anyone so perfect, anyone he'd wanted more? Brendan didn't think so. The Doctor was everything he'd ever wanted or needed, rolled into one person.

No one else had ever made him feel the way the Doctor did -- and he could swear that he did the same for the other man. He didn't want to brag, but the way the Doctor reacted to him was something that he'd never seen in other people, either male or female, that he'd made love to. That made it obvious that the two of them were destined for each other.

Did he really believe in things like destiny? Brendan wasn't sure, but he knew that whatever fate had brought him to the Doctor, he was grateful to it. He wouldn't have thought that he could be so happy with anyone, that he could feel he belonged.

He moved one hand down the Doctor's side, studying the man beneath him as he did. The Doctor didn't speak or even moan, but the indrawn breath and the tightening of his muscles told Brendan that his touch was affecting the other man.

Leaning down, he nipped at one taut pink nipple with his teeth; that drew a sharp gasp from the Time Lord, though the Doctor didn't try to push him away. His hands raised to twine his long, elegant fingers through Brendan's hair, holding his lover's warm mouth against his chest.

Brendan certainly didn't mind paying attention to the Doctor's nipples -- not when he knew what an explosive effect it could have on the Time Lord.

He lavished attention on one taut nipple until it was literally throbbing under his tongue before moving over to the other, his fingers tweaking and pinching the nipple he'd just left. Judging from the Doctor's writhing and soft moans, he was becoming more aroused every moment.

As he was himself. Brendan wrapped his arms around the Doctor, pulling the other man close against his body. He loved the sensation of that soft, silken skin next to his; there was nothing like feeling the Doctor's naked body pressed against his own, skin on skin. He wished that he could melt into the other man, become part of him permanently.

But of course that wasn't possible, so he'd have to settle for making love to the Doctor, and being inside him in another way. Though that way most definitely appealed to him, Brendan thought as a smile settled onto his features.

He loved having the Doctor beneath him like this, stripped of his clothes, naked and writhing, eager for him, desperately wanting him. He didn't want to reduce the Time Lord to a naked, gasping receptacle as he had so many others; no, this was different from anything he'd ever felt before.

There was a respect for the Doctor within him that he hadn't had for any other person he'd been with. This man wasn't just someone to be united with physically; there was so much more to what they shared than just a momentary satisfaction.

Though he had to admit that seeing the Doctor naked and willing like this, knowing that the other man wanted him so badly, gave him more satisfaction than he'd have thought possible.

He couldn't tear his eyes from the Time Lord's face; the expression there was one of mingled desire and naked need. No one else had ever looked at him quite like, so openly, their need of him written in their eyes.

But this wasn't the way he wanted to take the Doctor; not this time. He always enjoyed taking the Time Lord from behind, and even though the Doctor had balked at it a few times, he thought the other man enjoyed it too. That was what he was going to get this time, Brendan thought determinedly as he rolled the Time Lord over onto his stomach.

He raised the Doctor to his knees, one arm wrapping his waist as his other hand moved between the Time Lord's thighs, fingers teasing his opening. The Doctor was already lubed and opened; Brendan had made sure of that.

Brendan's eyes roamed over the Doctor's body from the rear view; he was sure that he'd never seen anyone so beautiful, so desirable. All he wanted was to bury himself in this man's body, to unite them as one, to become a part of the man he loved.

Positioning himself behind the Doctor, he placed his hands on the other man's hips as his own thrust forward, rewarded by the Time Lord's soft cry and the welcoming warmth of his body.

Nothing had ever felt this good, he thought, pressing forward to sheath himself in that tight heat. The Doctor was slick and inviting, his muscles clenching around Brendan's cock as he settled himself deep inside the Time Lord.

The Doctor arched against him, pressing his body back against Brendan's. This time, it was Brendan's turn to gasp, his arms tightening around the Doctor's waist as his hips pressed forward again, reveling in the closeness of their naked bodies.

This was how they should be, Brendan told himself as he felt a rush of heat flare through him, threatening to burn his senses to a cinder. Naked and primal, their bodies and souls bare, joined in a haze of desire that neither of them wanted to find their way back from.

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