Title: Carried Away
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who
/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3
Prompt: 44, Submissive
Author's Note: Continuation of Come Away With Me.
Warning: ongoing story
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 Michael Cutter, unfortunately. Please do not sue.
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The Doctor didn't quite know what to expect when Brendan reached out for him; he'd had a hard time dragging his gaze away from the other man's lips, but he certainly hadn't thought that he would be pulled into those strong arms and kissed so thoroughly that it took his breath away. It had been a very, very long time since he'd been kissed like that ....
Brendan was nearly crushing him in that embrace, pressing their bodies together as though he was trying to make them melt into each other. The Doctor was in no doubt of what the other man wanted from him; he could definitely feel how much Brendan wanted him.
He was sure that Brendan could tell that he wasn't averse to that idea; his own arousal had been sudden, though not unexpected, and almost painful in its intensity. Maybe it had been far too long since he'd let himself be with anyone, judging by his body's almost instantaneous reaction to feeling Brendan's hands on him.
Hmmm. Brendan certainly couldn't have a doubt now as to what the Doctor was feeling -- considering that the other man's hand was pressed insistently between his legs.
He couldn't keep himself from pushing his hips forward, his breath coming faster at the thought of Brendan's hands on him once his clothes were off. Those hands looked so strong -- and capable of doing anything to him that he could possibly want.
"If you don't lead me to the bedroom, I'm going to fuck you right here on the floor," Brendan's low, husky voice whispered in his ear. "I wouldn't mind it, but I don't think it would be too comfortable for you. Just point the way."
The Doctor raised a suddenly trembling hand to gesture at one of the corridors leading away from the main room of the Tardis. "That way," he said, his voice sounding breathless and faraway to his own ears. His legs felt watery, weak, as though he couldn't take a step.
Brendan solved that problem for him within a few seconds. Bending quickly, he hooked an arm behind the Doctor's knees and lifted the Gallifreyan into his arms, turning and heading towards the corridor that the Time Lord had pointed out to him.
The Doctor was too surprised at Brendan's action to protest, and he wasn't sure if he should blush, protest, or simply enjoy this. He'd never been carried off to bed like this before -- and certainly not by a man he'd just met. It was more than a disconcerting -- and exciting at the same time.
Well, he had been carried to bed before, actually, he told himself, his mind going back over the past few months. He winced as a memory came to mind, and he tried to push it away as quickly as he could. Being thrown over someone's shoulder and forcibly carried off to their bed hadn't been a pleasant experience, and not one that he wanted to recall.
Brendan must have noticed the shadow that passed over his features at the memory; the other man slowed his pace, raising an eyebrow and giving the Doctor a questioning look.
"Something bothering you, Doctor?" His voice was soft and quiet, but the Time Lord could hear the anxiety underneath the words. Damn his tendency to let his feelings show on his face; he wished that Brendan hadn't been able to pick up on that little slip.
He shook his head, trying to sound nonchalant. "No, nothing. Not really," he amended only seconds after his first words. "I was just .... thinking of something that happened not too long ago. A memory that's better left buried, forgotten and in the past."
"Do you mind telling me what it is?" Brendan asked, his dark gaze meeting the Doctor's. "If you don't mind, that is. I don't want to push you into something you'd rather not do."
The Doctor had to consider Brendan's question for a few moments, catching his bottom lip in his teeth. He wasn't sure that he wanted to tell Brendan about that -- after all, it would be admitting to a certain weakness, and he didn't know where this man's predilections might lie. It might not be the safest thing for him to do.
But what harm could come of it? He'd already made the decision to bring Brendan into his life, to let him see the Tardis -- and more importantly, he was letting this man take him to bed and have sex with him. It certainly couldn't hurt to tell him about an incident from the recent past.
"I .... was taken captive by some .... creatures who didn't respect the concept of free will," he said softly, the memory making him wince again. "Being carried off to bed reminded me in a way of what they did -- only I wasn't thrown over your shoulder kicking and screaming."
He could hear Brendan's soft intake of breath, though he wouldn't let himself look at the other man. He didn't want to see if Brendan was shocked or not, and he certainly didn't want to see pity in those remarkable eyes. He didn't need pity, no matter what Brendan might think.
"This isn't going to be reminiscent of anything they did to you," Brendan murmured, his lips brushing the Doctor's ear and sending a shiver down the Time Lord's spine. "You'll feel nothing but pleasure, Doctor. I promise you that."
"I didn't doubt it for a moment," he answered, his arms tightening around Brendan's neck as the other man reached the doorway of his bedroom. Brendan moved to the bed, leaning forward slightly and depositing the Doctor on top of the blankets before sitting down and leaning over to remove his shoes and socks.
The Doctor watched him, his breath becoming more shallow and constrained. He was certain he'd made the right choice in bringing Brendan here -- but he was always a bit apprehensive when it came to being intimate with a new lover for the first time.
What would Brendan be like? Gentle? Forceful? Would he want to cuddle? Kiss? Touch? Would he want to have sex in odd positions, or would he prefer the tried and true? He had no idea. From what he surmised given Brendan's appearance and attitude, he was fairly sure that the other man was definitely the forceful type -- but, of course, he couldn't be sure.
One thing he did know -- he wanted Brendan, not only as a lover but as a companion. The other man had an odd reticence about him, almost a barrier that seemed to always be up between him and the rest of the world. The Doctor wanted to break down that barrier; he wanted to draw Brendan out from behind it and show him more of the universe than he'd ever known existed.
Why was it that he'd been so immediately drawn to this man? The Doctor wondered, watching Brendan remove his shirt and toss it to the floor. He couldn't say -- but one thing was certain. He'd definitely picked someone who was easy on the eyes.
Brendan stood up, turning to face the bed and looking down at the Doctor, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. "Shouldn't you be getting undressed?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice almost a purr.
The Doctor's eyes widened at those words -- and at the tone of voice they were spoken in. He'd never heard a voice so utterly seductive in his life -- and it was directed at him.
"Whatever you say," he murmured, sitting up and pulling off his jacket with lightning speed. HIs hands were shaking as they moved to the buttons on his shirt; he wasn't sure that he was going to be capable of actually getting his clothes off at this point.
But that problem was solved for him within a matter of seconds. The Doctor gasped when he felt strong arms sliding around his waist, pulling him down onto the bed, his back pressed against Brendan's chest, that seductive purr in his ear again. "I thought I'd help you along a bit."
"Th-that isn't a problem," the Doctor managed to stutter through trembling lips. His mouth was dry, his hands all thumbs. He couldn't seem to make the buttons slide through the holes in his shirt; the more he tried, the more his hands shook.
He couldn't have been more shocked when Brendan grasped the edges of his shirt and tugged at it -- ripping the fabric and sending the buttons flying. The Doctor let out a startled gasp, then a sharp cry as he was rolled over onto his back with his arms held above his head, Brendan straddling his hips and looking down at him.
"I'm usually a patient man," Brendan murmured, that small smile still curving his lips as he spoke, "but I don't think I can wait much longer to have you, Doctor."
His hands had moved to the waistband of the Doctor's trousers; the Time Lord was almost certain that Brendan was going to yank his pants down to his ankles without any regard for propriety. But no -- the other man was sliding down the zip, then pushing the fabric down.
That was a good thing. At least he wasn't going to have any more clothes ripped to shreds. The Doctor raised his hips, letting Brendan pull the fabric down his legs and off, raising his own hands to smooth his palms down those narrow hips.
He couldn't take his eyes from Brendan's body, the broad chest, flat stomach, narrow hips, long legs. He was certain he'd never seen such a gorgeous man in his life. Though plenty of other men had taken him, there was something about this particular one that stirred his senses, made his knees go weak and his hearts skip a few beats.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, raising his eyes to meet Brendan's gaze. Those words sounded terribly clichéd, but they were the only ones that would come to mind. And they were true, the Doctor thought, his eyes taking in the toned, firm body straddling his own.
"So are you," Brendan murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against the softness of the Time Lord's mouth. "I certainly hope you're the submissive type, Doctor, because there are so many things I want to do to you. And they all involve you being under me."
"If that's what you're looking for, then you definitely have the right man," the Doctor told him, Brendan's words making his mouth go dry and his hearts beat faster. Whatever this man wanted to do to him, he hoped it was going to happen soon. His eyes went to those hands again; how would they feel on the more sensitive areas of his body?
He found out a moment later, as Brendan's hand slipped between his thighs to cup his balls, his other hand stroking through the Doctor's hair. The Time Lord closed his eyes, letting out a soft moan and arching his hips into that delicious touch.
"I hope you're prepared to be sore in the morning," Brendan whispered before his mouth came down on the Doctor's again, cutting off any sound that the Time Lord could have made in response. The Doctor moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around the other man's neck and pulling Brendan down against him, losing himself in the feel of those amazing hands on his skin.
Whatever tomorrow might bring, he was prepared to deal with it. He intended to enjoy this to the fullest, and worry about the consequences later.
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Next story in series - Strangelove.