Title: Full Time Body
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5, sound_of_drums
Prompt: 42, All Over
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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"It's been too long since I've given anyone a full-body massage," Brendan remarked as he looked down at the Doctor. "I'm going to enjoy this -- and you are, too," he added, picking up the bottle of massage oil and pouring some into his cupped palm.

The Time Lord frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. "You've done this for other people?" he asked, his voice sharp. "How many?" The expression on his face had managed to go from happily expectant to an angry pout in only a few seconds.

Brendan sighed, setting the bottle carefully on the table by the bed and meeting the Doctor's gaze. "Not that many, really. And they're all in the past. You knew that I'd had other partners when we met, Doctor. I'm not exactly a blushing virgin."

"I know, but ...." This time it was the Doctor's turn to sigh; he rolled over onto his stomach, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Brendan. I know that I shouldn't be jealous. It's just rather hard not to be. I can be too possessive at times."

"So can I, love." Brendan leaned forward, pressing a kiss against one bare shoulder. "Neither of us are children, Doctor. We've both had relationships before. But none of them matter now. You're the man I'm with, and I don't want to be with anyone else."

"That's good to hear." The Doctor turned his head to give Brendan a rueful smile. "I know you can be jealous, too, so that's something we have in common, isn't it?" He looked abashed, as though he wished that he could take back his little outburst.

"I don't mind you being jealous," Brendan murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I rather like it, actually." He sat up on the bed, moving to kneel between the Doctor's spread thighs so he could bend over the other man.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the Time Lord's shoulders, working his hands over the smooth skin of his lover's upper back. The techniques of massage were starting to come back to him, though it had been a long time since he'd done this.

Brendan relaxed as he worked his hands down the Doctor's arms; it felt so good to touch this man, to feel that warm skin under his own. Every time he touched the Time Lord, he craved more; no one else had ever affected him in the way that this man did.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against the Time Lord's back; there was a small mole between the other man's shoulder blades that Brendan loved to kiss. Just a touch of his lips against that area could send a shudder of pleasure rippling through the Doctor's body.

The Doctor sighed with pleasure, the sound bringing a smile to Brendan's lips. He could do this all day; just touching the Doctor gave him a satisfaction that he'd never found with anyone else. This man was truly made for him.

He moved his hands slowly down the Doctor's back, his breath catching in his throat as his palms glided over the curve of the Time Lord's ass. It was going to be hard for him to hold himself back from slipping a finger inside the Doctor at this point.

For a few moments, Brendan considered doing that, abandoning the rest of the massage and making love to the Time Lord, teasing the other man with his fingertips until the Doctor begged to be taken, then sliding inside him and shagging him senseless.

But no, he wasn't going to do that. He put the idea out of his mind somewhat regretfully; he wanted to give the Time Lord a different kind of pleasure at the moment. Their lovemaking would come later, when his lover was fully relaxed.

Brendan let his hands move down, over the tempting round firmness of the Doctor's buttocks, then down his slender thighs. He couldn't keep back a sigh of pleasure at the sensation of the other man's warm, velvety skin under his hands.

Usually, the Doctor's body temperature was cooler than this, but he could tell that the Time Lord was aroused by his touch. He'd quickly learned that was one way to warm the Doctor's body -- get him turned on, and he could vibrate like a plucked guitar string.

And he was obviously aroused now, Brendan observed with a smirk; his body was trembling slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Maybe it was time to slow down a bit -- after all, he wanted the Doctor to be relaxed, not aroused and on edge.

"Shhh, love, calm down," he whispered, bending down to brush his lips against the delicate shell of the Doctor's ear. "This is supposed to relax you, not the other way around." But even as he spoke, he couldn't resist trailing a teasing finger down the cleft of the Time Lord's ass.

"That's hard to do when you're touching me like this," the Doctor mumbled, his words coming out on a gasp as Brendan's finger trailed back upwards. "You're making it very hard for me to keep still and enjoy this. I'm having a hard time not squirming."

"You're making it very hard for me not to spread your legs and take you," Brendan breathed, his eyes roaming over the Time Lord's body. "Even when all you're doing is lying there, you're irresistible. You have what humans would call a full time body."

"What does that mean?" the Doctor asked, his curiosity overcoming his arousal. "I don't think I've ever heard that expression before. Though considering that so many humans are obsessed with the physical side of life, I'm shouldn't be surprised it exists."

"It means that your body never stops," Brendan said softly, moving his hands slowly up the Doctor's sides. "You're always a temptation, even when you're not trying to be. Even when you're fully clothed, you're sensual. But it's not something you do consciously."

"I should say not!" the Doctor exclaimed, laughter in his voice. "Seriously, Brendan, you can't mean that. I know this body is attractive, but you have to be exaggerating. No one wants me that much. Well .... no one other than you."

"You'd be surprised at how many people would kill to be in my place right now," Brendan told him, his voice low and husky. "Giving you an all over body massage would be a fantasy come true for anyone who's ever taken a good look at you."

"There's only one person I want to give me an all over massage," the Doctor murmured as Brendan moved aside and rolled him over onto his back. "I only want you, Brendan. I wouldn't let anyone else touch me, no matter how much they wanted to."

"And I don't want to touch anyone else," Brendan said softly, bending down to press a kiss to the Time Lord's parted lips. "You've spoiled me for all others, Doctor. I don't think I could ever lay my hands on anyone after I've touched you."

"Then feel free to touch me all you want. Anywhere you want," the Doctor whispered, his dark gaze locking with Brendan's. "I think I could do with a bit more relaxing -- and then after that, we could both do with something more physical."

"Your wish is my command," Brendan told him, bending down to kiss the Time Lord more insistently. As his hands moved down the front of the other man's body, he had the definite feeling that this massage was going to become much more intimate at a very rapid rate.

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