Title: Something New
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jethro Cane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 2
Prompt: 37, Shower
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 Jethro Cane. Please do not sue.


Jethro stood outside the door of the bathroom on the Tardis, a small smile hovering on his lips. The Doctor probably wasn't expecting company in the shower -- but he was going to get it.

It amazed him that he and the Doctor hadn't yet taken a shower together; he couldn't for the life of him figure out just why they hadn't partaken of that particular pleasure. Maybe it was because he hadn't wanted to disturb the Time Lord in the shower. Or maybe because the Doctor had never overtly issued the invitation to join him.

Well, it didn't really matter now, did it? It was time they tried something new, and he was going to rectify the fact that they'd left this out of their exploits up to this point. And the sooner the better, he told himself, pushing open the door and entering the room.

He'd actually been surprised that there was a bathroom on the Tardis -- though he shouldn't have been. It wasn't as though he'd expect the Doctor to careen through time and space without ever having a shower! Jethro wrinkled his nose at the thought. As much as he loved the handsome Time Lord, that attraction would probably lessen a great deal if the Doctor didn't bathe.

And the room was so much bigger than he'd expected it to be, he thought as he stood there, closing his eyes and letting the steamy air swirl around him. Just being here in the warmth of the room made him feel comfortable and relaxed.

Jethro looked over towards the shower, a smile curving his full lips as he made out the Doctor's form behind the transparent shower curtain. He let his eyes roam over the other man's silhouette, partially hidden by the rising steam.

Was it only a few hours ago that this man had been under him in bed, moaning out his name as he thrust into that beautiful body? It didn't seem possible, he mused, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and tossing it to the floor. Funny how the clear light of day could make what happened in the dimness of their darkened bedroom seem like a dream.

Hmmm. Maybe he shouldn't say that it was daytime -- because he really didn't know at this point what time it was. That was one of the most disconcerting things about traveling with the Doctor -- time became skewered, to the point where he didn't really care when it was night or day. Time became inconsequential, something he barely even thought about.

Did the Doctor feel the same way? He'd never asked the other man exactly how he looked at time, what he thought about it. Maybe he should. There were still so many things that he didn't know about the man he loved -- not that the Doctor held anything back. He could ask the Time Lord anything, and he knew that the other man would tell him the truth.

He'd have to feel that time wasn't that important, Jethro told himself as he kicked his jeans off and looked towards the shower again. He'd lived for so long, so many centuries. Time wasn't the same to him as it was to humans. He could see time, sense it, stretching in all directions. He was .... somehow connected to it, in a way that Jethro couldn't quite fathom.

But that didn't matter. It wasn't something that he needed to think about, though he did want to gain a better understanding of what time was like for the Doctor at some point. He wanted to know everything about the fascinating man he'd fallen in love with. Everything.

He would, Jethro told himself as he approached the shower, pulling back the curtain and stepping inside. It might take time -- but they had time. He wasn't going to leave the Time Lord any time soon. In fact, he planned to stay with this man for his entire life.

The Doctor turned around when Jethro stepped into the shower, the surprised look on his features melting into a smile. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Fancy that, indeed." Jethro's arms slid around the Time Lord from behind, letting the other man lean against him, enjoying the feel of the Doctor's body in his arms. He ran a hand down the Gallifreyan's belly, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of vanilla that filled the steamy space, loving the satiny feel of the smooth skin beneath his palm.

"Why haven't we done this before?" the Doctor asked, making Jethro smile with his words. Somehow, their minds always seemed to run along the same track. He would say that great minds thought alike, but he wasn't so foolish as to think his mind could equal the Doctor's.

The Time Lord would protest that, he knew. He would say that Jethro was brilliant, and that if he wasn't, he'd never have chosen him for a companion -- or fallen in love with him. Jethro had long since learned not to argue with the Doctor when he made that assertion, though privately, he thought that the other man was a bit blinded by his emotions in this case.

"I was thinking the same thing -- so I decided that it was something we needed to do. Immediately, if not sooner," he murmured, bowing his head to nip at the Doctor's throat. One hand moved up the Time Lord's slender body, fingertips trailing across the Gallifreyan's nipples. The Doctor gasped and squirmed a little, pressing his bottom against the young man with his movements.

"You shouldn't do that, you know," Jethro whispered, his hands moving down to the Doctor's hips and holding him still. "You could end up pressed flat against the wall with me inside you if you keep that up." His lips pressed against the Doctor's ear, his voice husky and seductive.

"Promise?" The Doctor's voice was playful, but Jethro could hear the breathless, muted sense of anticipation in that one word. Exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Oh, I promise. In fact, I guarantee it." He moved his hands down the Time Lord's hips, then back up again, pulling the slender man back against him and pressing his own hips against that firm ass. The Doctor moaned his name, sagging backwards against him, and Jethro wrapped both arms around the other man, unwiling to let him go and push him against the cool tiles just yet.

The Doctor apparently had other ideas, though; he arched his back, pressing his bottom back against Jethro and grinding his hips against the other man. "If you don't take me, I'm going to be very upset, you know," he mock-growled at his young lover.

Jethro couldn't keep himself from laughing, pressing a soft kiss to the Doctor's shoulder. "Your wish is my command," he murmured, turning to the side and pressing the Time Lord's thin frame against the wall of the shower.

He wanted to take his time, to make this as good for both of them as he possibly could -- but the way the Doctor's body felt under his hands was driving him insane. Jethro knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back and pace himself; he had to have the Doctor, now.

Jethro leaned against the Time Lord, pressing his hips against that firm, round bottom and grinding the other man against the wall. The Doctor moaned, his hands curling into fists, his nails scraping against the wet tiles. Jethro would have taken one of those small hands in his, but his own hands were busy moving down the Doctor's sides, then spreading his legs.

As slowly as he could force himself to go, he inserted a finger inside the Time Lord, telling himself that he had to hold back at least a bit. He couldn't just thrust into the Doctor without some kind of preparation; he'd done it once, the first time they'd been together, and even though the Doctor had insisted he was all right, Jethro didn't want to cause him any pain again.

A second finger joined the first, and the Doctor pushed his hips back against Jethro's hand with anothe soft moan. The young man smiled, leaning forward to nip at the Doctor's throat. "Not long now ...." he whispered, moving his other hand up the Doctor's side to wrap a strong arm around his lover's slender waist.

"Just do it," the Doctor almost growled, a shudder going through his body as Jethro's fingers thrust more deeply inside him. "Don't keep teasing me, Jethro, it's not fair."

"And who said life was fair, hmmm?" Jethro murmured, letting his fingers slip slowly out of the other man. He moved in close to the Doctor again, sliding his cock between those slender thighs, letting his erection rub against the Time Lord's balls to tease him further.

"Jethro, please." The Doctor was almost whining in his urgency, pushing his hips back agaisnt Jethro. "Don't do this to me."

"You know I can't deny you anything," Jethro whispered into the Doctor's ear, moving his hand down to position himself. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, he slid inside the TIme Lord, their moans minging in the steamy air.

He couldn't stop himself from thrusting right away; without realizing it, he was grinding the Doctor's body against the wall, pressing the Time Lord into the tiles with each hard thrust. But he couldn't stop himself; all he could think of was how incredible this felt, how it felt to be inside the Doctor, how he never wanted this pleasure to end.

"You're so damn tight," Jethro whispered, his hands moving up and capturing the Time Lord's wrists. The Doctor didn't answer him, but Jethro could feel those muscles go tighter around him as he thrust into the other man -- the Doctor's way of telling him that he'd heard what his lover had said without exchanging words.

He loved it when the Doctor did things like that; the Time Lord could always come up with ways to surprise him when they made love. That was probably the nature of making love to an alien, he told himself; there would always be surprises in store for him, things that he didn't expect. But he would never get tired of that. It was one of the reasons this relationship was so exciting.

"I won't last long if you keep doing that," he gasped, nearly crying out when the Doctor's muscles went tight around him again. "What are you trying to do, bring this to a grinding halt?"

"I think you're doing enough grinding as it is," the Doctor managed to gasp, his voice breathless. "Are you trying to pound me through the wall? It may be working ...."

"Never fear, love, I've got you," Jethro whispered into the Time Lord's ear, nibbling at the slender column of the other man's throat as he spoke. He had no intention of letting the Doctor go, but this wasn't the time to say that.

Saying that he wasn't going to last long was only too true; Jethro could already feel his muscles tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. But he had to hold out until the Doctor came; he was determined to make this good for the Time Lord.

Almost as soon as the thought crystallized in his mind, Jethro dimly heard the Doctor moan, felt those already taut muscles tighten impossibly around his cock. The Time Lord's body slumped against the wall, his muscles slackening so much that Jethro had to wrap one arm around him to keep his legs from buckling.

One more thrust, and he was coming, literally seeing stars explode in front of his eyes, spilling into the Doctor's slim body and nearly crushing the other man against the tiles. It took him a few moments to return to reality, slipping both arms around the Doctor and pulling the Time Lord against him as he nuzzled the Gallifreyan's shoulder.

"I think that was worth the wait, don't you?" he asked softly, trailing his lips along the curve of the Doctor's shoulder, up his throat, to rest on the other man's smooth cheek. "Over a bit too quickly, but we can work on that."

"Definitely worth the wait," the Doctor murmured, leaning back against Jethro and heaving a contented sigh. "Though I think we both might be turning into prunes by the time we're out of the shower. And this water is cold."

Jethro laughed softly, reluctantly disentangling himself from the Time Lord and leaning down to turn off the water. "But at least we'll both be clean," he pointed out, pulling back the curtain and reaching for their towels, handing one to the Doctor.

The Doctor looked down at himself, making a face. "A cold shower is most definitely not a good thing," he said, wrapping the towel around his waist. "It causes shrinkage."

"Oh, really?" Jethro raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking his lips. "I didn't notice much of that happening a few minutes ago. Hmmmm .... maybe I should check for shrinkage when we get back to the bedroom."

"I think you should," the Doctor agreed, heading for the door and throwing a playful glance over his shoulder at his young lover. "You can't be too careful with that, you know. It might take a very thorough examination to make sure that's not happening." With that, he opened the door and headed down the hall, leaving Jethro to follow him.

"Indeed it will," Jethro murmured, smiling as he followed the Doctor out of the bathroom and down the hall. It would definitely be quite a while before they got any rest -- but the lack of sleep would certainly be worth it.