Title: Come Together
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: John Smith/Arthur Eddington
Fandom: Doctor Who/Einstein and Eddington
Rating: NC-17
Table: 2
Prompt: 27, Moonlight
Note: Continuation of The End of the Innocence.
Author's Note: This fic doesn't feature the Tenth Doctor, but technically, since he is John Smith, it does fit the challenge claim. Slight spoilers for Einstein and Eddington.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own John Smith or Sir Arthur Eddington. Please do not sue.

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John caught his breath as Arthur leaned over him, the other man's hand smoothing his hair back from his face. He reached up with shaking hands to touch that face above his own, his fingers moving over Arthur's lips, threading through his hair, trying to convince himself that this was actually happening, that it wasn't some wild figment of his imagination.

"I can't believe this is real," he whispered, his voice a mere whisper of sound. He couldn't have spoken louder than that if he'd had to; his voice seemed caught in his throat, his lungs refusing in inflate enough for him to speak more clearly.

"It's real," Arthur assured him, bending down to kiss him again, his lips soft and warm on John's. "Does this prove it to you?" he asked, moving his hand down the front of John's body to rest against the prominent bulge in his trousers.

"That's more than enough proof," John gasped, closing his eyes and squirming under Arthur's hand. He'd never been touched like this by another man -- at least, not that he could remember -- and the feeling was unbearably erotic. The only thought in his mind at the moment was how to get out of his clothes so he could feel more of that touch -- and to get Arthur undressed, as well.

But Arthur didn't seem to be in any rush; he simply lay there beside John, one hand on the young teacher's face, stroking his cheek, the other resting between his legs. John was uncomfortably aware of Arthur's scrutiny, those dark eyes studying his face as though Arthur was burning John's image onto his mind's eye.

John levered himself up onto his elbows, feeling a blush steal over his skin. He couldn't look directly at Arthur; he was too embarrassed by what he was about to say. "Arthur .... can we .... can I .... undress you?" he whispered, the words almost choking him as they came out.

"Actually, I was hoping that I could undress you first," the other man answered, his voice soft and husky in John's ear. Arthur's hands were on his shoulders, pushing him back down on the bed, then moving to the buttons of his shirt and starting to undo them one at a time.

He could feel Arthur's hands shaking; he wanted nothing more than to take those hands in his own and press them against his heart, to let Arthur know that he was doing the right thing. But he didn't; he only lay there silently, looking up at Arthur and finally raising a hand to trace a fingertip across those perfect lips.

John gasped when Arthur's soft fingers brushed across his stomach; his shirt was open, his skin exposed to the cool air and those warm hands. It was amazing how nothing more than a simple touch could make him feel, John thought dazedly, his senses reeling. Nothing he'd read, nothing he'd heard, had even begun to prepare him for this.

His own hands were working at the buttons of Arthur's shirt, fumbling gracelessly, finally getting them undone and pushing the fabric aside to reveal the other man's smooth chest. John raised himself slightly, sliding his arms around Arthur's waist and pressing a kiss to the throbbing pulse at the base of the young man's throat.

Arthur's reaction surprised him; the other man's body stiffened in his arms, his breath seeming to stop for a few moments before his own arms wrapped around John's slender waist, crushing the young teacher against him and burying his face against John's shoulder.

"Arthur .... Arthur, are you all right?" he whispered, his voice urgent. If he'd done somethng wrong .... he would never forgive himself. He wanted this night to be perfect for both of them, in spite of the fact that he had no idea what he was doing; and if he managed to somehow muck things up with Arthur, he was certain that he wouldn't have another chance to make it right.

"Yes ...." Arthur's voice was muffled against his shoulder, the word barely audible. John raised a hand to gingerly stroke Arthur's hair, hoping that the other young man wasn't having second thoughts about their actions; it would break his heart if Arthur decided to pull away from him.

When Arthur finally raised his head to look at John, he was surprised to see tears glistening on the other man's face in the moonlight. John brushed away those tears with gentle fingers, his lips parting helplessly as he searched for words to ask about the cause of those tears.

"Please don't cry," he finally said, feeling that the words were stilted and inadequate, but not finding anything else to say. "Arthur, please don't .... I love you. Don't cry."

"I love you, too," Arthur whispered, leaning down to press his lips against John's mouth, murmuring against his lips. "So much, John. So much."

John didn't know how they got out of their clothes; all he could remember was Arthur's hands on him, his hands moving over Arthur's flesh, their bodies touching, almost writhing against each other in their haste to shed the barriers that separated them. It was all a blur, long moments passing before they were lying in each other's arms, naked and breathless.

"Should we .... ummm .... use .... a condom?" John asked, his voice weak and uncertain. He knew about things like that, of course, though he'd never been in a position where he'd had to become familiar with them.

"I don't have any," Arthur told him, a frown creasing his brow. "I thought .... since neither of us have ever .... that we wouldn't need one." He looked unsure, his eyes widening in consternation.

John was quick to reassure him, shaking his head and pressing a finger against Arthur's lips. "No, it's all right -- of course we don't need one. I just thought .... to be safe ...." He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again to look directly at the man who was going to be his lover. "I don't want that to separate us, Arthur. I want to feel you. All of you."

"I'll try not to hurt you," Arthur whispered, his voice still sounding shaky. "I know it hurts at first -- well, that's what I've read, at least. But it should only last for a few seconds ...." He was trembling now, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, looking as though he might bolt from the bed.

"I'll be all right," John told him, sounding a good deal more confident than he felt. "Don't worry, Arthur -- please. I love you. I know you don't mean to hurt me."

Arthur nodded, swallowing audibly and reaching for the small bottle on the table by his bed. John squinted over at it, blushing when the realization dawned on him that it was some sort of oil. Of course, they would need that. Arthur had thought of everything.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. His arms were resting around Arthur's shoulders, the other man laying half on top of him, propped on one elbow, their legs entwined. It was a comfortable position; now, if only he could make himself relax and enjoy what Arthur was doing to him ....

Oh. Oh. John's eyes went wide, a gasp freezing in his throat. Arthur's fingers were between his legs, brushing against his balls, sliding lower; hesitantly sliding between his cheeks, rubbing against the most intimate, sensitive area of his body ....

His heart was thumping against his ribs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Arthur had barely touched him, and already he felt as though he would explode from the pleasure of it. His cock was throbbing against his belly, hard and full and heavy; he needed Arthur to touch him, to hold him back from what he already knew was inevitable.

John reached out, half-blindly, groping in Arthur's direction. The other young man leaned forward to press his lips against John's forehead and guide that searching hand between his legs. John's fingers curled around Arthur's cock, a slight whimper coming from him as he did so. It felt -- a bit strange, to touch another man's erection so intimately.

"Shhh, love, it's all right," Arthur soothed him, those fingers still stroking him, making John squirm beneath him. He could hear the shakiness in the other man's tone; it was obvious that what he was doing to Arthur was having much the same effect on him as what John was feeling.

He gulped, his fingers tightening around Arthur's cock, telling himself that the other man would no doubt like whatever he himself did when it came to being touched. It only took a few seconds for him to realize that he'd been right in that; Arthur's eyes closed and his lips parted as his hips bucked forward against John's hand.

There was more to making love than this, John knew -- but his mind was having a hard time taking it all in at the moment .There were too many new sensations coming at him from too many sides at once; he couldn't focus on one or the other. Instead, everything was a blur, his mind and his body melding together until he couldn't keep sensation and thought separate any more.

Arthur was staring down at him, his lips parted, those eyes focused on his face, his lips forming words that he didn't speak. John opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, his eyes widened and nothing came from his throat but a gasp.

Those long fingers had slipped inside him, first one, then a second, filling him in a way he'd never expected. John couldn't speak, couldn't even cry out; all he could do was lie there and stare up at Arthur, the movement of his hand on the other man's cock stilled, his body trembling, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pleasure.

He hadn't expected being entered to feel like this; he'd thought it would hurt, even though it was only two fingers. But it didn't hurt -- in fact, it felt marvelous, even though he had no words to describe it. It was just .... incredible.

There had been no pain, only a quicksilver flash that had been gone in an instant. John could feel his muscles starting to relax, his body opening further to Arthur's touch. All the fears and worries he'd had before were pushed to the back of his mind; he moved his arms to slide them around Arthur's waist, trying to pull the other man down against him.

Arthur bowed his head, brushing a gentle kiss across John's lips and murmuring against his mouth. "Shhh, sweetheart .... does that feel good?" His voice was husky with desire, the tone less strained than it had been before.

John could only nod, gasping out the words. "That feels .... incredible. Please, don't stop ...." He moaned softly as Arthur's slender fingers pushed deeper inside him, scissoring slightly, opening him and preparing him for what was going to happen.

"I won't, sweet love," Arthur whispered, his lips against John's ear. "I'll give you as much of me as you want, John. As much as you can take. I promise you that, love."

"I want all of you," John answered, his voice choked, the words caught on another soft groan of pleasure. "I don't care if it hurts at first, Arthur. I want .... I want to feel you. I want you to make me yours. In every way."

In response, Arthur slowly slid his fingers out of John, making the other man cry out in protest and squirm beneath him. He leaned over John, looking down at him, the moonlight illuminating both of their faces, the twin expressions of desire. "I'll give you all of me, John. As much as you need, sweet love."

Without another word, Arthur slid his hands under John, cupping his bottom and lifting him slightly off the bed. The young teacher gasped when he felt Arthur's hardened cock pressing between his cheeks, closing his eyes and holding his breath. This was it, then. The point of no return, the act that he'd heard about and dreaded -- and secretly longed for.

"Shhhh, love, don't be frightened," Arthur soothed him. John opened his eyes at the sound of that voice and raised a hand to cup Arthur's cheek, realizing that the other young man looked just as nervous as he himself felt.

"I'm not," he whispered, trying his best to push the fear that was rising up in him to the back of his mind. He closed his eyes again, waiting, his body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

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Next story in series - More Than Love.