Title: Take It From the Top
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ross Jenkins
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: lover100
Prompt: 35, Foreplay
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 Ross Jenkins, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


The Doctor swallowed hard as he headed back to his bedroom from the shower; he knew that Ross would be waiting for him, and there was a possibility that the young man would already be in bed. He couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive about this first night together.

They'd taken their time getting to know each other -- not because they hadn't wanted to go to bed right away, but because they hadn't wanted to feel that their relationship was based on sex. The Doctor wanted more than that, and he was sure that Ross did, as well.

So he shouldn't be nervous about tonight, should he? They both knew what they wanted, and this wasn't just a case of jumping into bed together for a good time. Ross wasn't only here for a few nights and an awkward goodbye; he was a companion as well as a lover.

Still, it was hard to get past that initial nervousness, the Time Lord thought with a sigh. Wasn't that usually so with a new lover? Especially with someone that was a treasured part of one's life, someone who was more than just a lover.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped from the corridor into the bedroom -- to see Ross sitting on the bed as though he'd been waiting there for a while. With a smile, the young man held out his hand to the Doctor, his voice soft and husky when he spoke.

"I thought about joining you in the shower -- but I thought you might want a little privacy." He rose and moved towards the Time Lord, sliding his arms around the other man's waist and brushing a gentle kiss across his parted lips.

His hands moved down the Doctor's body, working at the knot that held the towel around his slender hips. The Time Lord gasped as the soft material fell to the floor, leaving him naked in Ross' arms with the young man still wearing a dressing gown.

Ross' hands seemed to be all over his body for the next few seconds -- moving from his hips down to his thighs, then up his sides to his chest to tweak each small nipple to a taut peak before sliding around his waist and down to cup his buttocks.

He couldn't hold back a soft moan, his body almost seeming to melt into Ross' arms. He hadn't dreamed that this young man had such power at his fingertips; his caresses seemed magical, moving to every area of the Doctor's body that could be aroused by a touch.

Ross was backing up, leading the two of them towards the bed; the Doctor let himself be moved across the room, until Ross was turning around and pressing him down against the silken softness of the pillows and sheets of his bed.

The Doctor couldn't take his eyes from Ross' face as the young man lay down beside him, not taking off the dressing gown. One hand splayed out on the Doctor's stomach, his fingertips caressing the Time Lord's bare skin, eliciting a slight shiver from the Gallifreyan.

"Aren't you going to --" he began, then was silenced by a finger across his lips. He stared up at Ross, wide-eyed, feeling the beginnings of panic start to skitter through his veins. Was there something about seeing him naked that had made Ross change his mind?

"Not yet," Ross whispered, his gaze locking with the Doctor's. "I want to make sure you're ready for me -- and I want to please you in every way possible. That means a lot of foreplay before the main course. Besides, I love watching how you react to being touched."

The Doctor could feel a blush rising, the telltale pink flush rising from his chest and upwards. It was a bit embarrassing to blush like a schoolboy when he was complimented, but it seemed to be something that this body did far too often.

"You're so beautiful," Ross murmured, moving his hand up the Doctor's body to stroke his cheek as he gazed into the Time Lord's eyes. "Especially when you blush," he added, laughing as he lowered his head to claim the other man's lips with his own.

The Doctor closed his eyes as Ross' lips met his; his thin arms wound around the young man's neck, pulling him down into the kiss. It was over all too soon, but Ross' hand was already moving down his body, teasing his skin on his downward trek.

He gasped as those gentle fingertips circled his nipples, teasing and tweaking until each tender bud was a taut, rosy peak. That searching, teasing hand moved lower, tracing circles around his navel -- and still lower, until Ross' knuckles brushed against the base of his hardening cock.

Ross was leaning over him when he opened his eyes, studying his face with such a look of intensity that the Doctor wondered momentarily if something was wrong. But that worry only lasted for a moment; all he could read in those eyes was desire.

That warm hand was between his thighs now, pushing his legs apart before moving back up to cup his balls, rolling them between long, tapering fingers. The Doctor moaned softly, arching his back, wanting more of that magical touch.

"Patience, love," Ross whispered, lowering his head to nip at one taut nipple. "Let's take it from the top. No need to rush, you know." He was cupping the Doctor's balls in his palm now, long fingers sliding further back, tracing the cleft of his ass.

The Time Lord moaned again, reaching for Ross and pulling the young man down against his body. He didn't want to wait, didn't want to go through the foreplay before he was given what he needed. Patience wasn't one of his virtues.

But Ross was going to make him wait -- he could sense that. So he should just lie here and enjoying what those incredible fingers were doing to him. Besides, he really didn't want Ross to stop -- this would only make their inevitable union that much more intense.

Ross' fingers slid into him, slowly, not one at a time but two together, working their way into his body so gently that they felt as though they belonged there. Even without lube, his body welcomed the intrusion, opening to Ross' touch like a flower unfurling its petals to the sun.

No one had ever been able to make him feel like this, he thought, his senses reeling. Even Jack hadn't had this kind of magic at his fingertips. It was as if Ross had been made for him, as if he had been born knowing how to pleasure him in the best possible way.

And this was only the foreplay, a voice piped up in the back of his mind. If Ross was this good at giving pleasure with his fingers, imagine what he would be able to do with his tongue -- and with his cock! The thought was enough to make him gasp aloud.

When Ross lowered his head for another kiss, the Doctor ceased to think, letting his mind spiral into a chasm of sensation that he wanted to sink into until he was completely submerged. If this was only the beginning, then what would come next was going to be unimaginable.


Next story in series - Nights Like This.