Title: Illicit Loving
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Giacomo Casanova
Fandom: Doctor Who/Casanova (Masterpiece Theater)
Rating: NC-17
Table: slash_me_twice
Prompt: 55, Carriage
Author's Note: The character of Giacomo Casanova is based on the BBC version of Casanova starring David Tennant.
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 Giacomo Casanova. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor smiled over at Giac as the carriage that his lover had hired to take them into the country jolted over a rut, throwing him against the side of the conveyance. The roads in this century left a great deal to be desired, he thought, rubbing his shoulder ruefully.

"Perhaps we should have taken the Tardis, eh, caro?" Giac asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry about the rough roads. But they should get better once we get out of this area. This isn't one of the better routes that our coachman could have chosen."

The Doctor nodded, in full agreement with Giac. But he wasn't going to complain about the rough ride, not as long as he could spend time alone with his lover. Giac had insisted on having a picnic today, going out to the country and enjoying themselves.

He fully intended to do so. Being with Giac was something that he always looked forward to, a space of time that was savored all the more because they had so little opportunity to be together. A day spent in the country, away from prying eyes, would be heavenly.

Their driver had been instructed to leave them at the edge of a wooded glade that Giac apparently knew well, go on to an inn for most of the day, and then return for them at sunset. After being paid, he had agreed to the plan with alacrity.

The Doctor couldn't help but feel a bit worried that the man might end up getting drunk at the inn, and that the two of them would be forced to walk miles back into the city. But Giac had assured him that wouldn't happen; he was obviously acquainted with the man driving the coach.

Could he be a lover, someone who Giac dallied with from time to time? The Doctor pushed that thought aside; he didn't want to think about anyone else being with the man he loved, even though he knew that it was going to happen in his absence.

They had made no promises of being faithful physically; they were faithful in their hearts, and that was what mattered most. It wouldn't be fair to keep Giac from his destiny; but he was the one who was first and foremost in his lover's heart, and that meant everything to him.

Judging from the look in Giac's eyes, they would be exerting themselves physically quite a bit while they were having their picnic. The Doctor suspected that this jaunt had been less about being out in the fresh air, and more about having some quiet time to themselves.

Not that they couldn't do that in the city -- but everyone seemed to know where Giac lived. There were so many interruptions; people were constantly coming to his door, and there had been a few who had even managed to get into his bedroom past his manservant.

While they were out here, they couldn't be interrupted by anyone; no one knew where they had gone, other than Giac's trusted servant, who had sworn that he wouldn't tell anyone where they were. So they could, hopefully, have the entire day to themselves.

The Doctor moved over on the padded seat as Giac moved to his side of the carriage, sitting down beside him and placing a hand on his thigh. "It's still going to be a bit of a drive before we get there, caro. And I'm .... quite hungry now."

"I would hazard a guess that you're not hungry for food," the Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow lazily and glancing towards the full picnic basket they had packed that morning. But Giac ignored it, running a gentle hand up his thigh to rest on his crotch.

"I think you know what I'm hungry for," he whispered, his lips very close to the Doctor's. "And this carriage is a nice secluded place. I doubt our coachman would even notice what's going on in here -- and if he did, he's too well-paid to say a word."

The Doctor didn't say a word, either; he leaned forward to brush his lips against Giac's, knowing that the motion would more than likely ignite a powder keg that was hidden within the man next to him. All it would take was one kiss to ignite that spark and start an explosion.

Slowly, Giac pushed the Doctor down onto his back, his hands tugging at the hem of the Time Lord's shirt. It only took a few moments to lift the garment over the Doctor's head and toss it onto the floor of the swaying carriage; his own shirt followed suit within seconds.

Then Giac was moving those nimble fingers to the fastenings of his trousers; they were the same kind of pants that Giac wore, the Doctor's concession to the time period he was in at the moment. They were much easier to remove than they looked.

He lifted his hips as Giac tugged at the fabric; within a few seconds, he was lying naked on the padded seat of the carriage, looking up at his lover bending over him, their gazes locked on each other, as though there was no one else in the world but the two of them.

It only took a few more seconds for Giac to divest himself of his trousers; then he was leaning over the Doctor, bending down to kiss him as one finger, then another, slid inside the Time Lord to stretch and prepare him for what was to come.

The Doctor reached out for Giac, pulling his lover down to him as their lips met. His body arched upwards as Giac's fingers entered him, the slight burning sensation quickly replaced by pleasure. Surprisingly, Giac's fingers were slick; he must have some kind of lubricant with him.

He needed more than just those slender fingers inside him, scissoring him, stretching and preparing him. He needed to feel Giac thrusting deep inside his body, joining them in the most primal of embraces, taking him to the stars and making him Giac's in every way.

Within seconds, he got what he wanted; Giac was sliding those warm fingers out of him, replacing them with his cock, the first thrust smooth and deep. The Doctor cried out softly, his lips forming his lover's name, his hands tangling in Giac's long hair.

It only took them a short time to settle into a rhythm, despite the swaying and bumping of the coach over the uneven roads. The Doctor barely noticed that; all he could concentrate on was the feeling of his lover inside him, the pleasure of being with Giac again.

His arms wound around his lover's neck, pulling Giac down to him; their kisses grew more and more heated as their lovemaking raised them to the stars, pushing them closer to the edge with every movement of their entwined bodies.

It wouldn't be more than a few moments before he was falling through the stars and back down to the ground, the Doctor thought hazily, his hips moving in rhythm with Giac's thrusts. It had been so long since they had been together that he couldn't hold himself back.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, his body reacted to yet another hard, deep thrust, a rush of intense sensation washing over him and making him gasp. His body was spasming and trembling in Giac's arms, his orgasm taking him over before he realized what had happened.

He could feel Giac's release inside him; he instinctively tightened his long, slim legs around the other man's waist, wanting his lover to stay inside him for as long as possible. He hated the idea of them being parted, even for the time that it would take them to get ouf of the carriage.

For what seemed like a very long time, they both lay there, panting and sated, drifting back down to Earth after their tenure amongst the stars. Finally, Giac lifted his head from the Doctor's shoulder, raising a hand to trace the outline of the Time Lord's lips with a gentle finger.

"We'll have to get dressed before the carriage stops, caro mio," he said softly, his voice husky in the aftermath of desire. Raising himself on one elbow, he pushed the curtain aside and peered through the window, flashing a smile as he looked back down at the Doctor.

"Unless you want our driver to see a bit much of you, then I believe we need to get dressed quickly," he said with a smile. "We wouldn't want him to see our illicit loving, now would we?." Giac sat up slowly, disentangling himself from the Doctor's body, though he looked very reluctant to do so.

The Doctor sat up slowly, wishing that they didn't have to end their interlude now, but knowing that there would be more to come. After all, they would be all alone, having a solitary picnic in a remote wooded glade -- a place that he was sure could be very romantic.

The two of them dressed quickly, not speaking as they did so. But when they were clothed again, Giac didn't move back to the opposite side of the coach; instead, he sat beside the Doctor, taking his lover's hand and twining their fingers together before raising it to his lips.

"Don't worry, my beautiful Doctor," he whispered, his dark gaze meeting the Time Lord's. "We'll have more than enough time for more loving. And besides, I think a warm blanket in front of a lake in the shade of the woods will be much more comfortable than a carriage."

The Doctor could feel his hearts beating faster as he nodded agreement, a smile spreading across his face. He should have known that Giac had more than just a picnic in the woods planned for them -- and he was looking forward to every second of the day to come.

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