Title: Neck on Up
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: R
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 10, Neck
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 looked down at the console of the Tardis, reaching out and adjusting one of the coordinates. He didn't intend to be here for long; Peter was waiting for him in their bedroom, and he was anxious to get back to his lover.

He'd only come in here because he wanted to be sure that they weren't heading into anything that could be dangerous, he told himself. The Master might not be actively following him at the moment, but he could almost sense the other man's presence.

He and Peter hadn't been threatened by that presence yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want that madman anywhere near his love, though he knew that it would happen eventually. It was inevitable that the two of them should meet.

But he wanted to prevent that for as long as he could. He instinctively knew that the Master would try to lash out against Peter, and he was dreading that.

At least it seemed that they had some respite from that worry for a while, the Doctor told himself, smiling as he contemplated the time that he and Peter had in front of them. The Master was nowhere to be seen, and he almost felt as though he could relax.

But that presence .... His smile quickly turned into a frown as he leaned heavily against the console. He couldn't shake the feeling that the Master was somewhere near, waiting to pounce on them when they least expected it.

The Doctor jumped and let out a little yelp when he felt Peter's strong arms slide around him from behind, straightening up from the console. His lover's voice was soft in his ear, Peter's words gentle and reassuring.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Doctor," he murmured, pressing a kiss against the Time Lord's cheek. "I was just wondering what was taking you so long."

"I was only checking the coordinates to make sure we're where I thought we were," the Doctor replied, his own voice husky. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to make you worry about me. But you came to find me, so there's no harm done, is there?"

"Of course not," Peter told him, his arms tightening slightly around the Doctor's waist and pulling the other man close against him as he looked down at the console. "I don't think I'll ever understand what all this is about. I'm glad you do."

"It's not all that complicated, once you know what you're looking at," the Doctor smiled, leaning back against his lover. "And there are things that you probably know a great deal about that would mystify me. Though maybe one day you'll have occasion to teach me."

"I look forward to teaching you about a lot of things," Peter murmured, lowering his head and brushing his lips against the smooth column of the Doctor's throat.

"Ah, but I think I'm a bit more experienced in some areas than you are," the Doctor pointed out to him, settling back in his arms and closing his eyes. "Well, at least in other bodies. I'll admit that this one is still fairly new."

"I can't imagine you in any other body," Peter murmured, moving one hand down the front of the Doctor's slim body to rest between his thighs. "It's just .... hard for me to fathom that you can be the same man, yet look so completely different."

"I'm not exactly the same man," the Doctor told him with a soft sigh. "My personality changes a bit with each body -- though I do retain all of my memories and bits and pieces of everyone I've been all manage to come through. But not exactly the same."

"I don't want you to change," Peter whispered, his lips on the Doctor's neck again. "I love you the way you are. I hope you keep this body for a very long time."

"I intend to, my love," the Doctor answered, a soft moan leaving his lips as Peter's mouth trailed fire down his throat. "Especially if being in this body means that I get to be with you ..... like this .... I think I'd stay in it forever."

Peter laughed softly as he nibbled at the other man's throat; his voice, when he spoke, was husky and breathless with desire. "So you like this, hmmm? I was considering leaving a few love bites on your neck for the rest of the world to see .... and then moving from the neck on up."

"Do you realise how hard it's going to be for me to put on a tie?" the Doctor mock-grumbled as he squirmed slightly in Peter's arms, arching his neck as those soft lips moved over his skin again. "I'm going to have to put off wearing them if you keep this up."

"That's fine with me," Peter whispered, pushing aside the Doctor's t-shirt and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I think you look better with fewer clothes on, anyway."

"Ah, the truth comes out! You only love me for my body!" The Doctor laughed, leaning back and turning his head to look up into Peter's face. "You know I don't believe that, love. I know you love me for myself. I'm only joking."

The look of adoration on Peter's face told him that his lover wasn't offended by his joke; the Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Peter hadn't taken those first words in the wrong way. There were times when his attempts at humor fell a bit flat.

His eyes fluttered closed again when Peter's mouth began to ravage his throat again; no one else had ever seemed to realize just what a sensitive spot that was for him. Or was that only so in this body? He'd never noticed that he was particularly sensitive there before .....

Well, it didn't matter. This was the only man who was ever going to touch him, and he didn't have to think about what his other bodies might have liked.

This body was the only one that mattered -- this body, and the man who was making love to it. As long as Peter wanted to please this particular body, it didn't matter what any of the others had liked. He'd found where he was meant to be.

An involuntary moan came from him, his slender body arching in Peter's arms. It felt so good to have those soft lips trailing down his throat; it was amazing how that warm mouth could send tingling sensations through his entire body.

Those insistent lips continued to move up and down his throat, sparking a desire deep within him, one that he knew would have to be assuaged soon. He was enjoying the buildup, but soon, his body would demand satisfaction -- and Peter's would, as well.

He didn't doubt that his lover was growing just as aroused as he was -- and just as impatient for them to move to the bedroom and get more comfortable.

"Don't you think we should take this into the bedroom?" the Doctor asked softly, raising a hand to his throat. Sure enough, he could feel what he thought were probably small bites; Peter hadn't been kidding when he'd said that he would mark him.

"I think that's a marvelous idea," the other man replied, his voice trembling slightly. The Doctor smiled inwardly; he loved it when he knew that Peter was experiencing the same insistent desire that was coursing through his own body.

The Doctor reluctantly let himself be turned around, his neck still tingling from the touch of Peter's lips. But those lips would be on other areas of his body once they got into the bedroom and his clothes were removed, he told himself, his hearts accelerating to a faster rhythm.

The Time Lord leaned his head against his lover's shoulder as the two of them headed for the bedroom, eying the slender column of Peter's throat. He had the feeling that he was going to be giving back what he'd gotten -- and he had more than a few ideas on how to do just that.

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