Title: Strangelove
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 4
Prompt: 40, Lust
Author's Note: Continuation of Carried Away.
Warning: ongoing story
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 Michael Cutter, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor closed his eyes as Brendan's mouth claimed his; those strong hands were stroking down his sides, those soft, warm lips coaxing his mouth open. Brendan's tongue was sliding into his mouth, stroking over his own tongue, tasting vaguely of coffee and cinnamon.

His own hands were in Brendan's hair, threading through the thick strands, not wanting to let the other man go. His breath was shallow, caught in his throat, his body arching upwards in anticipation of being touched. This had barely started, and already his body was responding to Brendan in a way that it never had with anyone else.

How long had it been since he'd allowed himself the luxury of being with anyone? It had been a while .... and he didn't want to think about the last time he'd been with Jack. That thought was still too painful -- and probably always would be. No. This wasn't think time to dwell on past loves.

Besides, the past was the past. He had to concentrate on what was here before him, in the present, and the man who was bent on pleasuring him. The past was behind him; the future was the man whose arms he was in at this moment.

Those lips were trailing fire down his throat, nibbling at the sensitive skin behind his ear, pressing kisses against the throbbing pulse at the base of his neck. He was sure that no one else had ever touched him like this -- or at least, no one else had ever gotten this kind of reaction.

Was it only because he'd been so long without a lover? That was probably it; he'd denied himself the pleasure of letting anyone touch him because his emotions were still too raw after his breakup with Jack to allow himself to care about anyone. And as a result of that, he'd cut himself off to the purely physical pleasure of being with another man.

It didn't matter that Brendan was a question mark to him, a completely unknown quantity. He needed what those lips and hands were doing to his body -- and if Brendan decided to stay with him in the aftermath of what was obviously going to happen between them, then so much the better. But he wouldn't push for it.

The Doctor gasped as those soft lips brushed over his nipples, Brendan's mouth barely touching his skin at first, then biting and sucking at the tender pink buds with a vengeance. His eyes widened for a moment, then squeezed shut; the sensations left him caught somewhere between exquisite pleasure and a twinge of pain.

Brendan's hands were spreading his legs, pushing his thighs apart, those fingers sliding between his cheeks to stroke over his entrance. The Doctor shivered, a soft moan catching in his throat. He wanted to feel those fingers inside him -- now, if not sooner.

As though he sensed the Doctor's thoughts, Brendan slid one finger inside the Time Lord's body; the Doctor moaned again, his muscles clenching around the invasion. He hadn't expected to be entered dry, but the momentary twinge of pain turned to a burst of pleasure within a few seconds, as Brendan's finger stroked his prostate.

Brendan looked down at him, those lips curved into a smile as he watched the Doctor. "You like that, don't you?" he asked softly, bending down to wrap his lips around one erect nipple again, his finger stroking harder and faster.

"Yes ...." The word came out on a gasp; his throat was too constricted for him to make any other sound but an almost frenzied moan. The Doctor rocked his hips upwards, craving more of that touch, needing more inside him than just a single finger.

"Do you have lube?" Brendan whispered, raising his head so that those tantalizing lips were nearly brushing the Doctor's mouth. That finger was still working its way inside him, making it hard for him to concentrate on the question, much less answer it.

Finally, he was able to wave a hand at the small table by his bed. "There," he murmured, his eyes closing again as Brendan's finger pushed deeper into him. He needed more than just that finger; he needed to be filled, and he was sure that Brendan knew what he wanted.

He was turned over onto his stomach, almost groaning when that searching finger slid out of him. But he wasn't going to protest; he buried his face in the pillow, trying to be patient and wait for whatever Brendan intended to do to him.

Brendan's hands were on his bottom, massaging his ass cheeks, spreading him, the pad of a thumb stroking over his entrance again. The Doctor cried out softly, trying to raise his ass into the air, silently begging Brendan for more of what he was doing.

"So gorgeous," the other man murmured, those strong hands squeezing the Doctor's cheeks before spreading him further. "I hope you like this, Doctor. It's something I've wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you."

The Time Lord's eyes widened and he let out a soft cry when he felt Brendan's warm, wet tongue push inside him with no warning other than those few words. He hadn't expected this -- but he certainly wasn't going to fight it. He would even tell Brendan that he did indeed like it -- if he could manage to force any coherent words out of his mouth.

He pushed his ass back against that warm mouth as Brendan's tongue entered him again and again, his breath coming in ragged, panting gasps. He had no idea just why Brendan was doing this when he'd obviously reached for the lube, but he wasn't going to protest. No, he was enjoying it far too much to even consider making it stop.

It ended all too soon; he could feel Brendan shifting position, sitting up slightly, those strong hands spreading his legs further apart. The Time Lord waited for whatever the other man would choose to do next, his senses reeling, his body trembling with need.

Another soft moan broke from his throat when Brendan's lubed finger pressed inside him again, followed a few seconds later by a second one. The Doctor tried to press his hips back against that delicious invasion, only to feel Brendan's other hand on the small of his back, holding him still.

"Stop squirming, Doctor," the other man whispered, leaning down to breathe his words into the Time Lord's ear. "You'll get what you want soon enough. But I expect you to be still -- or else you'll be tied down to the bed and not be able to move."

The Doctor nodded in acknowledgement of those words; he couldn't have made a sound at the moment if he'd wanted to. Between the relentless stroking of his prostate and the anticipation of what was still to come, he was rendered speechless -- a gasping, moaning mass of need.

Those long, slender fingers were moving in and out of him, stroking across his prostate, then pulling away, making him whimper with need. They pushed deep inside him, twisting, stroking -- then all the way out, only to enter him again seconds later, snatching the breath from his lungs each time he was penetrated.

He couldn't stand this. Brendan had to take him -- before he went completely mad from wanting what he wasn't getting. The Doctor pushed his hips back again, insistently, hoping that Brendan would understand that he simply couldn't wait any longer.

"I think it's time you got more of me than this," Brendan murmured, sliding his fingers out of the Doctor's body and slipping his hands under the Time Lord's hips to lift him a bit more. "Such a perfect arse," he said softly, bending slightly to brush his lips across each firm, rounded ass cheek. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Doctor."

With that, he lifted the Doctor's hips, plunging into the Time Lord in one swift, fluid motion. The Doctor arched his back, letting out a short, sharp scream and clutching at the sheets of his bed with both hands.

Brendan was large, larger than any other man he'd ever had inside him -- including Jack. It was going to take him a while to get used to Brendan's size; his body was already protesting, his muscles tightening around the intrusion. The Doctor held his breath, waiting for the thrusts, the inevitable pain that would rip through him before it mutated into pleasure.

He was lifted onto his knees, Brendan's hands on his hips, holding him still as the other man pulled back and then thrust into him again. The Doctor caught his bottom lip between his teeth, trying not to cry out; he didn't want Brendan to think it hurt, even though it did -- a little. But it wouldn't hurt for long, he told himself, taking a deep breath and consciously trying to relax.

The other man's thrusts were deep and rhythmic, and within a few moments, the Doctor was rocking his hips back with each movement. The only sounds in the room were their mutual gasps and moans; the sound of flesh on flesh, the soft cries the Doctor uttered each time Brendan thrust deeper inside him.

Brendan leaned forward until his lips were brushing the Doctor's ear, his voice a low whisper. "I want to come in your arse," he growled, his hands tightening on the TIme Lord's hips. "And I want you to come for me, Doctor. I want you to come harder than you ever have before."

The Doctor gulped, nodding, unable to trust his voice to speak. When Brendan thrust into him again, he deliberately tightened his muscles as much as he could, gasping at the sensation of being pushed nearly to the edge, and then drawn back again before he could tumble over.

But with the next thrust, all self-control left him. The world seemed to explode in a lightshow of sensation, colors swirling in front of his eyes before his vision went dark, his body tingling from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes, the breath sucked out of him until he had to gasp and draw in a deep, agonized lungful of oxygen into his tight chest to keep himself conscious.

He'd felt Brendan's release at almost the same moment that he'd achieved his own climax; in all those long centuries of his life, that was something rare. Strange that it should happen now, with this man, someone who he barely knew but was more attracted to than he had ever been to anyone.

Brendan carefully turned onto his side, still buried inside the Doctor; his strong arms wrapped around the Time Lord from behind, pulling the exhausted Gallifreyan close against him. To his surprise, the other man nuzzled his shoulder, that voice soft in his ear.

"I want to stay in you as long as I can," he murmured, his lips brushing against the Doctor's cheek and making him shiver. "That is, if it's not too uncomfortable for you. It's been a long time since I was able to fall asleep with a beautiful man in my arms -- and my cock up his arse."

The Doctor managed to shake his head, knowing that he had to answer Brendan, but feeling too sated and content to be able to force any words out. "It's not uncomfortable at all," he finally managed to murmur, his voice a soft mumble in the quiet room. "I could stay like this all night, if that's what you want."

Brendan laughed softly, one hand moving to the Doctor's chest, his fingers tweaking and teasing one small nipple. "It sounds as though I've worn you out, beautiful," he whispered in the Doctor's ear, his voice husky and seductive. "That's only the beginning, I promise. You've only gotten a taste of what's in store for you."

"Then I think I'm looking forward to the future with bated breath," the Doctor answered, covering his mouth with his hand to suppress a yawn. He closed his eyes, pressing his body back against Brendan, enjoying the feel of those strong arms encircling him.

He didn't know exactly what else was going to happen between them -- but saying that he was looking forward to it was a definite understatement.

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