Title: Nothing At All
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 93, Gasp
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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The Doctor stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, knotting it carefully as he headed down the hallway towards the control room. He was going to spend some time in that large wardrobe room, picking out some new clothes.

He wore casual clothes on the Tardis, but it was time for him to stop going out in the same suit all the time. Yes, it was comfortable and he liked wearing it, but it was also becoming too much like a uniform. Too predictable, as Brendan said.

That wasn't the way that he wanted his lover to view him. He wanted Brendan to see him as being vital and exciting; that was the way that he himself saw his lover, and he wanted the man he loved to view him in the same light.

He certainly wasn't predictable in the places that he took them and the situations that they sometimes found themselves in. But in the way that he dressed .... well, he had to admit that he was a bit boring at times, sticking to what was tried and true.

And comfortable, he thought with a smile. That was one of the reasons he liked to wear that particular suit. It was comfortable, as though it had been made for this particular body; it felt right to him. But he couldn't wear it all the time, wherever he was.

And he certainly couldn't walk around the Tardis in nothing but a towel or his pajamas constantly, either. Of course, Brendan would probably like to see him wearing nothing -- and he did that a great deal of the time -- but he couldn't always be naked.

Speaking of which .... The Doctor made an ineffectual grab at his slipping towel as he started up the steps to the wardrobe. It didn't really matter if the towel came off, he told himself; after all, it wasn't as though Brendan had never seen him naked before.

"Doctor."

The Time Lord's dark eyes flew open wide at the sound of his lover's voice; he hadn't realized that Brendan was here in the control room. The other man could be as quiet as a cat at times, surprising him when he finally spoke or moved.

But it was what Brendan's hand was doing that surprised him now. Without speaking more than that one word, he moved behind the Doctor on the first step, yanking at the towel until it fell in a pool around the Time Lord's ankles.

The Doctor gasped as Brendan's hands moved to his ass, cupping both firm cheeks and squeezing gently. "Do you know what a gorgeous arse you have?" his lover asked, his voice soft and husky. "This is the most perfect bottom I've ever seen."

He couldn't say anything for a few moments; all he could concentrate on was those hands on his ass, Brendan's thumbs moving down the cleft, spreading his cheeks, the pad of one thumb rubbing gently against his opening, making him gasp again.

"I want to take you right here," Brendan whispered, the words resonating in the Doctor's ears. "On the steps. I want you now, Doctor. This is one place I've dreamed about taking you, and this seems like the perfect time for it."

His throat seemed paralyzed; he could only nod his agreement, a shiver of anticipation moving through his thin body. It might not be the most comfortable place to have sex, but what did comfort matter when they wanted each other?

The Doctor's breath hissed between his teeth as one finger entered him, followed quickly by a second. He was surprised to realize that those fingers felt slick; Brendan had obviously had lube handy in his pocket, waiting for this moment.

Would he expect anything less from his lover? he asked himself, moaning as those fingers pressed more deeply inside him. Brendan always seemed to be prepared for things like this; in fact, he seemed to plan them a good deal of the time.

He arched his back, almost holding his breath, waiting for the moment when those fingers would slide out of him and be replaced by Brendan's cock, stretching and filling him, thrusting into him with a pleasure that took his breath away.

It happened sooner than he'd thought it would, the sensation of Brendan's hard cock entering him bringing another gasp from his throat. Brendan was taking his time, moving slowly, making sure that the Doctor felt every movement of his body.

He was clinging to the railings of the steps, gripping them so tightly that his knuckles were white. And this was only the beginning; the pleasure that was mounting in his body would keep growing in intensity until he was consumed by a white-hot flame.

Their lovemaking was always like this; starting with a slow burn that tingled through every fiber of his being, spreading over his body with a growing rush of pleasure that always had him writhing and crying out Brendan's name long before the final climax.

The Time Lord almost wanted to push his hips back into that slow thrust, but he didn't dare; if he did, that would be rushing this too much. He wanted to stretch these moments to their full capacity, to feel as much as possible, to savor every second of their lovemaking.

Brendan's hands were on his hips, holding him still, keeping him in one position as his hips pressed forward. Even when he was all the way inside the Doctor, their bodies pressed together, he kept his hands on the Time Lord's hips, not wanting him to move.

The Doctor was trembling in anticipation, waiting for the next thrust; when it came, it was long, slow, drawn-out. It was as though Brendan wanted him to feel every breath he took, every inch of him sliding in and out, filling and then withdrawing.

Within a few moments, the two of them were moving in a rhythm that was slow and steady, the actions of their bodies giving neither man time for words. Their soft gasps and moans filled the room, the sounds punctuated by the occasional slap of skin on skin.

Brendan's hand moved to grasp the Doctor's cock, stroking from the base to the tip in rhythm with his thrusts; the Doctor's grip on the railings on either side of the steps tightened, his hearts racing in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He wouldn't last much longer, not with this kind of stimulation. Brendan's thumb was rubbing over the tender tip of his cock, his fingers tightening around the shaft; combined with the incredible pleasure of being filled over and over again, it would send him over the edge in just a few moments.

As soon as that thought crystallized in his mind, action followed thought; the wave of pleasure was crashing over him, making him cry out Brendan's name, then catch his breath in a gasp that filled his lungs even as it took his breath away.

He could feel the warm rush of Brendan's climax, a sense of satisfaction adding to his own pleasure. Whenever they made love, somehow they seemed to manage to come within seconds of each other; he obviously gave Brendan as much pleasure as his lover gave him.

Those strong arms were around his waist, as though Brendan was trying to hold him up; the Doctor was still clinging to the railings, his grip loosening as he let his body go limp. He could feel Brendan's chest heaving, his lover's heartbeat just as frenzied as his own.

"It gets better every time," he managed to gasp out, gulping in air. "You never fail to amaze me, love." His legs were trembling, his body limp; rarely had he had an orgasm of such power and intensity. "You're an incredible man, Brendan Block."

"Only because I have an incredible partner," Brendan whispered in his ear, one hand moving to stroke through the Doctor's hair. The Doctor felt a stab of regret as his lover pulled out of him, sighing softly as Brendan got slowly to his feet.

The Doctor managed to stand up, still holding onto the stair railing. He kicked the towel away from where it was still wrapped around one ankle, then turned to face Brendan, tilting his head and smiling at his lover as he held out a hand.

"I was just going upstairs to pick out some different clothes to wear," he said softly, his gaze fixed on Brendan's face. "Care to join me and help me find some things? I've decided to become a little less predictable when it comes to fashion."

Brendan nodded, a slow smile spreading over his features. Reaching out to take the Doctor's hand, he took a step up towards him, tilting his head to the side. "You're not predictable, except when it comes to that suit. It'll be nice to see you in something different."

"Then come along, and we'll see what we can find," the Doctor told him, leading the way up the stairs. "I'm sure that between the two of us we can come up with something that you'll feel is a little more adventurous without making me feel too conspicuous."

As the Doctor moved up the stairs, he could feel his boyfriend close behind him, following right on his heels. He couldn't suppress a smile as he wondered what his lover might choose for him to wear -- though he was sure that Brendan would prefer to keep him in nothing at all.

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