Title: Don't Want To Wait
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 16, Standing
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor flung open the door of the Tardis and stumbled into the ship with Peter right behind him, their fingers entwined, grasping each other's hands so tightly that their knuckles had whitened. The two of them hurried up the steps to the console, then leaned against it, panting.

"I can't wait," Peter whispered, reaching out to pull the Doctor close against him. "It would take too long to make it to the bedroom and get you undressed. I want you now, Doctor. Here. Right here, right now. I don't want to wait."

"I don't either," the Doctor managed to gasp out, squirming against the other man. "But there's nowhere to lie down -- other than on the floor. That isn't going to be too comfortable for either of us. And the couch is far too small for us to lie down on."

"Who says we have to lie down?" Peter asked, a slow smile spreading over his features. "I want to take you against the wall, Doctor. Standing up." He leaned forward to whisper into the Time Lord's ear. "We don't do that often enough, you know."

The Doctor nodded, the movement accompanied by a gasp of surprise when Peter grasped the neck of his t-shirt, ripping it open down the front rather than lifting it off over his head and pulling it off. It was more than obvious that his lover was out of patience.

Peter was grasping his wrist now, pulling him across the room to press him up against the wall, the other man's breath rasping in his ears. He could feel Peter pulling his own shirt off, then that warm body was pressed against his own, Peter's hips grinding against his.

The Time Lord closed his eyes, resting his cheek against the cold wall of the Tardis. It flashed across his mind that with him pressed so firmly against her wall like this, his ship would almost be taking part in what he and Peter were going to do.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd been taken like this in the Tardis -- but it had never occurred to him before that the ship was almost a participant. The thought brought a blush to his face, and he almost opened his mouth to tell Peter that they should stop.

But he couldn't bring himself to do so. If the Tardis wanted to play the part of voyeur, she was welcome to, the Doctor told himself, pushing the thought aside as soon as it crystallized in his mind. He was too far gone down the path of desire to stop now.

Within seconds, Peter had gotten his jeans unzipped, pushing them down to pool around his ankles; the Doctor stepped out of them without another thought. He gasped as Peter's bare flesh pressed against his own; apparently, his boyfriend had divested himself of his own garments already.

Another gasp was torn from his throat as a finger entered him, quickly followed by a second. Those fingers felt slick; Peter must have had lubricant handy. He was always amazed at how his lover seemed to think ahead and be prepared for any contingency.

The Doctor pushed his hips back against those invading fingers, resting his forehead against the cool metal of the Tardis' wall. He was already impatient for more; he wanted Peter to take him, not simply tease him. He'd had enough of waiting.

"Now," he growled, pushing his hips back against Peter's fingers. "Don't make me wait." His voice was low and insistent, his tone matching what he felt. The Doctor was almost surprised by his own desire; it seemed to be taking him over, controlling him.

Peter didn't answer, but the Doctor felt those slick fingers sliding out of him, to be replaced by the thick, blunt head of the other man's cock pressing against his entrance. He cried out when Peter pushed inside him, the sound catching in his throat.

Peter's arms were around his waist, one hand moving between his legs, those long fingers encircling his cock and stroking him in rhythm with Peter's hard thrusts. The Doctor moaned his lover's name, arching into that touch, his hearts galloping in his chest.

How long could the two of them keep this up before they would reach the point of no return? Probably not for more than a few minutes at most, the Time Lord thought to himself, gasping as Peter thrust into him harder, pressing his body against the wall.

Another thrust, and another. The Doctor could feel himself spiraling upwards, to the peak of pleasure; it would only be a few moments before his orgasm crested over him in a wave that would send him plummeting down out of that exhilarating spiral.

His orgasm broke over him with Peter's next thrust; the Doctor cried out again, his nails scratching down the metal of the wall he was pressed against. He dimly heard Peter's soft cry only a few seconds later, as he felt the warm rush of his lover's released inside him.

The two men leaned against the wall, panting and gasping, Peter's hips still grinding against the Doctor's ass for a few moments as the aftershocks of their respective orgasms swept over them. For what seemed like a long time, neither one of them spoke.

Finally, Peter broke the silence. "Now I know why we rarely ever make love standing up," he murmured, his voice soft and breathy in the Doctor's ear. "It takes too much out of me. I don't know if I could deal with that sort of intensity on a regular basis."

"Neither could I," the Time Lord admitted, punctuating his words with a rueful laugh. "Though I have to say, I certainly do enjoy that kind of intensity. But it's a good thing that we have a tendency to reserve it for .... special occasions."

He felt a moment's regret as Peter's softening cock slipped out of him; it would have been wonderful to spend a bit longer luxuriating in the afterglow of their frenzied lovemaking. But as he turned around to face his lover, the look on Peter's face told him that there was more to come.

"After that, I think we both need a shower," Peter murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips across the softness of the Time Lord's mouth. "Who knows, that might even help us to get our energy back. It's worth a try, don't you think?"

"Oh, I think it's definitely worth trying," the Doctor said with a soft laugh, taking Peter's hand and heading for the corridor that led to one of the bathrooms. Their footsteps quickened as they nearly ran down the hallway, both of them eagerly anticipating what was to come.

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