Title: Burning Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Cal Lightman
Fandom: Doctor Who/Lie to Me
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 78, Hot
Author's Note: Continuation of Take A Chance With Me.
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 Cal Lightman, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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"It's been a while since I've done this," Cal told the Doctor as they moved toward the Time Lord's bed. He felt a little dizzy with anticipation; he hadn't wanted anyone this much since .... well, since he could remember. And he relished the feeling.

How was it that he could have such an intense desire for a man he'd just met, and yet feel that this was far more than simply lust? Usually, when he wanted someone, he didn't feel that it would be anything more than a one-night stand with no future.

Hell, he usually couldn't remember the names of anyone he conceived an intense desire for. But this would be far more than a one-night stand -- and he would never forget the Doctor, even if something happened to pull them apart and he never saw the other man again.

He wouldn't let that happen, Cal told himself firmly. He hadn't found the Doctor only to lose him again without fulfilling all of his hopes for a relationship. He was going to hold on to this man, no matter what he had to do for that to happen.

Cal sat down on the bed, pulling the Doctor over to stand in front of him. "You're wearing far too many clothes, love," he whispered, starting to remedy that problem by reaching for the Time Lord's belt, nimble fingers undoing it quickly and unbuttoning his trousers.

The Doctor's hands were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt; Cal almost smiled at the sight of the other man's hands trembling as he tried to undress himself. "Let me do that," he breathed, pushing the Doctor's hands out of the way and making quick work of his shirt.

Within a few seconds, the Doctor's trousers were around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked them away, standing motionless in front of the other man. Cal placed his hands on the Time Lord's slender hips, looking up at him with a smile on his face.

"Now I'm the one who's overdressed, don't you think?" In one quick movement, Cal pulled the Doctor down onto the bed, then stood and began to remove his own clothing. It only took him a few moments to strip himself bare as the Time Lord watched him.

Cal placed one knee on the bed, hovering above the Doctor with a slight smile on his face. "Turn over, Doctor," he said softly. "On your stomach. I want to spend some time getting you ready for this," he murmured as he reached out to stoke a hand down the Doctor's cheek.

The Doctor obediently rolled over onto his stomach, stretching out his lean, lanky body under Cal. "Your wish is my command," he whispered, turning his head slightly in an attempt to look back at the other man. "Just don't --"

"Don't worry, love." Cal's voice was soft and gentle as he spoke. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never do that." He moved up on the bed, positioning himself between the Doctor's spread thighs. "I'm guessing you have lube somewhere handy?"

"In the drawer of the night table," the Doctor told him, sounding somewhat choked. Cal leaned over and pulled the drawer open, searching for a few seconds before he found what he was looking for. He looked down at the man beneath him, a smile curving his lips.

Popping open the tube of lubricant, Cal coated two fingers generously with the thick, slippery substance before lowering his hand between the Doctor's spread thighs. He could feel a shudder go through the other man's body; he hoped it was from anticipation and not fear.

Slowly, carefully, he pressed one finger inside the Time Lord, surprised at the tight heat that surrounded the digit. He'd noticed that the other man had a low body temperature, and he hadn't expected the Doctor's body to emanate this kind of heat.

Holding his breath, he slipped the second finger inside, dimly hearing the Doctor's breath hiss between his teeth. The Time Lord shifted his hips slightly, angling his bottom upwards a bit more; Cal couldn't hold back a smile as he did so. That was exactly what he wanted.

It only took him a moment to find the Doctor's prostate and drag his fingers lightly across it; the man under him gasped softly, his fingers clutching at the sheets. Ah, yes, that was the reaction he'd expected. And it would only get better from here.

He'd never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted the Doctor; he was sure of that. And this wasn't only lust; this was a feeling that had already burrowed deep inside him and touched his heart in a way that he never would have expected.

Closing his eyes, Cal pressed his hips forward, sliding into the Doctor in one smooth movement. His own gasp joined the Time Lord's; he hadn't been prepared for the slick, burning heat that surrounded him like a velvet glove and seemed to draw him in.

He pulled the Doctor's hips up, his breath hissing between his teeth as he thrust into the Time Lord again. This wasn't going to last long; he wasn't going to be able to hold himself back. He wanted this too much -- not only wanted it, but needed it.

The Doctor's hips were pressing back against him, leaning into each thrust. The Time Lord obviously wanted this just as much as he did, Cal thought to himself, a smile of satisfaction crossing his features. He hadn't been wrong about their mutual desire for each other.

Cal gripped the Doctor's hips harder, knowing that he was going to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers. He had a momentary regret about that, but it passed quickly; somehow, the thought of leaving his mark on the Doctor appealed to him.

He could feel his orgasm starting to uncoil within him; he had to hold himself back long enough to let it build to a peak before it came crashing down on him like a wave that would pullh im under. But that might not be possible, given the urgency he felt.

Had anyone he'd ever been with aroused him to such a burning desire as the Doctor did? Cal didn't think so; he couldn't ever remember wanting anyone this much, or feeling so much a part of another person as he did at this moment.

It was useless to try and hold himself back; it wasn't going to be possible. He'd have to make it up to the Doctor later, but he was sure that the other man would understand why he couldn't keep his pasison under a tight rein for very long.

Wrapping his arms around the Doctor's waist, Cal pulled the other man upright and back against him, his hand moving between the Time Lord's legs to grasp the other man's cock. He intended to bring them both fo completion at the same time, if he could manage it.

The Doctor's slender body arched in his arms, his head falling back against Cal's shoulder, a soft cry coming from his throat. His hips bucked against Cal's hand, once, twice; with another soft cry, the Time Lord let himself go, his muscles tightening as he came.

It was impossible for Cal to hold back any longer with the Doctor's muscles spasming around his cock; with a guttural groan, he let himself go, his arm tightening around the Doctor's slim waist even as his other hand continued to move on his lover's cock.

He wanted to stay buried in the slick, tight heat of the Doctor's body forever; there was no way that he could make himself give this up, not now that they'd been together. It was going to be even harder to go back to his life on Earth, to his job and his responsibilities.

And how was he going to tell his daughter that he was in a relationship with another man? She would probably accept the fact with equanimity, but she'd also want to meet the Doctor. And that was going to be a terribly awkward moment.

Why were all these thoughts assailing him now? Cal let out a sigh as the Doctor slumped back into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against the Time Lord's bare shoulder. He wouldn't change what had just happened between them, but it was going to make his life infinitely more complicated.

That didn't matter, he thought, refusing to let doubts enter his mind. This wasn't the time to be thinking of the future, or of his responsibilities. Not when he'd just made love to the Doctor and they could relax and savor the afterglow of their passion.

Cal tightening his arms around the Doctor's waist, not wanting to let go of this man until he absolutely had to. And he was going to hold on in every way that he could, Cal promised himself, pressing a kiss to the Time Lord's shoulder and reluctantly withdrawing from the warmth of the other man's body.

When they'd made love, he felt as though he'd come home, finding something that he'd spent long years of his life searching for and had almost given up on finding. Now that he'd finally touched that elusive happiness and held it in his grasp, nothing would make him relinquish it.

They wouldn't have an easy road ahead of them, but they would find a way to make this relationship work, Cal told himself firmly. They had to. Because no matter what kind of complications being involved with the Doctor might bring to his life, he wasn't going to turn back now.

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