Title: Taming the Beast
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jethro Cane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Table: VRD challenge - Pink, 5_prompts
Prompt: The Pink Panther
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.
***"You can't honestly expect me to model myself after a fictitious sleuth who calls himself by a ridiculous name like the Pink Panther!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I've seen some of those movies. He was inept! I'm not that silly, am I?"
"I don't mean the movies!" Jethro told him, laughing and shaking his head. "I mean the cartoon character. I always loved those cartoons when I was a kid. The Pink Panther always seemed really insidious and sneaky to me. I wanted to be like that."
"Sneaky and insidious?" the Doctor asked with a laugh. "Those are qualities that could come in handy if we're going after the Master -- or any other enemies that we might have to confront -- but they aren't exactly stellar attributes for a person to have."
"Well, when I was a kid, I didn't think like that." Jethro grinned, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the Time Lord. "You know, you could be called the Pink Panther when you get naked. You're tall and thin -- and you can be sneaky."
"What?" The Doctor stood up, his hands on his hips and a mock scowl on his face. "I don't look a thing like that Pink Panther creature! You take that back, Jethro Cane!" He tried his best to look menacing, but he couldn't stop his lips from twitching.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way!" Jethro protested, his own lips starting to curve into a smile. "I only meant that you're .... well, tall and thin, and that you can slink around with the grace of a panther. That's not a bad thing to be, is it?"
"Well .... I suppose that I could let you slide by with that description," the Doctor told him, laughing at the young man's description. "I have the grace of a panther, eh? And just what kind of panther would I be, do you think? A wild, untamed beast?"
"Only when we're in bed," Jethro murmured, moving over to where the Doctor stood and sliding his arms around the Time Lord's waist. "But I can have you eating out of my hand if I try. And don't deny it, because you know it's true. I can tame that beast in you."
"You most certainly can," the Doctor whispered, his dark eyes widening as he felt Jethro's hands tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. "And unless I miss my guess, you might be thinking of ways to tame that beast and make him purr right now."
"Oh, I'm always thinking of that," Jethro replied, sliding his hands under the Doctor's t-shirt. The Time Lord shivered in pleasure as his boyfriend's soft fingertips roamed over his skin, those warm hands moving up his back to pull him closer. "But first, I have to bring the beast out to play."
"I don't think you'll have any problem doing that," the Doctor managed to say, gulping as Jethro's hand moved down, his palm resting on the bulge in the Time Lord's jeans. He leaned into the touch, his breath starting to come faster with each movement of Jethro's hand.
"You know, since you're wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, I can't really call you the Pink Panther," Jethro mused, one hand moving down the Doctor's back to rest on the curve of his ass. "I think you need to get out of those clothes, don't you?"
The Doctor didn't answer; he merely stepped back from his young lover and lifted his t-shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Jethro's nimble fingers were already working at the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing the fabric over the Time Lord's thighs.
It only took another few seconds for the Doctor to push his jeans to the floor and step out of them, standing naked in front of the younger man. "I hope this is pink enough for you -- even though I'd sooner call it pasty pale," he said, making a face at his boyfriend.
"Well .... there are parts of you that are pink," Jethro murmured, sliding one arm around the Doctor's waist again, his other hand moving to the Time Lord's chest to tweak one tender pink nipple as he spoke. The Doctor gasped, his eyes widening at the sensation.
Encouraged by his lover's reaction, Jethro loosened his hold on the Time Lord's waist, leaning forward and lowering hi head to gently circle the Doctor's other nipple with his tongue. He smiled as the small bud tightened, feeling the Doctor's muscles go taut.
"I think that I should be able to tame that beast -- but we may have to move to another room for me to work on it," Jethro said as he straightened up again to gaze into the Doctor's eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "It would be much more comfortable."
The Time Lord could only manage a nod; it was as though his vocal cords had been paralyzed. There was no way that he could trust himself to speak; if he did, then he might beg Jethro to take him here, on the floor of the control room in any position they found themselves in.
Jethro leaned forward to kiss him, their lips meeting in what began as a gentle breath of a kiss, but quickly progressed into a fierce mating of teeth and tongues, the passion that always flared between them burning ferociously at a moment's notice.
Seizing the Doctor's hand, Jethro moved towards the corridor that led to their bedroom, the Time Lord following on his heels. They were nearly running by the time they reached their destination, both of them eager to let the beasts within them out of their cages for a while.
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