Title: Visuals
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 49, Handcuffs
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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Their last night in Vegas. Peter stretched himself out on the bed he shared with the Doctor, wondering idly what it was going to be like to travel in that ship. What was it called? Oh, yes, the Tardis. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. The Doctor had explained all that to him, and Peter had taken all his words in, fascinated by the concept.

Or had it just been the Doctor's mouth that he was fascinated by? He could never take his eyes off that mouth when the Doctor was speaking; most of the time, he was seized by the need to pull the other man into his arms and kiss him thoroughly.

Peter couldn't help smiling at the thought. When did he not want to kiss the Doctor? Kissing such a beautiful man was a very rewarding pastime, he told himself, his eyes going to the bathroom door, wondering what was taking the Doctor so long in the shower. Or had it been long? He wasn't sure. Even a few minutes away from the man he loved seemed like a lifetime to him.

Hmmm. Maybe he should make his way into the bathroom, and "check on" the Doctor. After all, he might need some assistance in the shower .... Peter realized with a little shock that they hadn't yet made love in the shower. That was a definite oversight on his part -- one that he would have to remedy as soon as possible.

They'd filled the large bathtub and climbed into it together -- which had been a rather interesting experience for them both. Peter had been laughing uncontrollably by the time the two of them had gotten situated -- but the laughter hadn't stopped them from making love in the tub. Peter was sure that the Time Lord had enjoyed that at least as much as he had.

There looked to be a lot of places on that ship that he could make love to the Doctor -- though he was fairly sure that the Time Lord would have already experienced that with other people who had travelled with him. Peter hadn't really asked him about that; he hadn't felt that he wanted to know. It would only somehow make him feel less valued .... less wanted.

That was ridiculous, he told himself firmly as he got up and headed for the bathroom door. The Doctor wouldn't have asked him to be there if he wasn't wanted. He had no doubt of what direction the other man's heart -- no, hearts, he reminded himself -- lay in. The Doctor loved him. He was more sure of that than he'd ever been of anything.

His eyes alighted on his handcuffs, resting on top of the trenchcoat he'd left lying on a chair near the dresser. Maybe he really hadn't needed them here in Vegas -- but it was force of habit that had made him take them along. And now .... they could definitely come in handy.

He picked them up, smirking a little. He could think of a lot of ways to use these -- both in the bedroom and out of it. And he could even come up with more than a few ways to use them in the bathroom, he was positive. He already had an idea of what to do with them -- provided that the Doctor was receptive, of course.

The Doctor hadn't talked much about his past with Peter -- but he had the feeling that his lover had boundaries, ones that he shouldn't think about crossing before he knew just why those limits were in place. He would respect them, of course -- but he hoped that he could help the Time Lord move beyond anything that might have happened in his past to frighten or hurt him.

Thanks to his job, he'd seen what people could do to each other -- and who was he to say that beings from other planets were any different? Peter had seen more than enough of the bad side of humanity -- and he was sure that the Doctor had seen that bad side as well, not only in his race, but in countless others.

In fact, Peter was sure that he'd suffered things he hadn't yet talked about. There had been moments when he was sure that the Doctor was cringing away from him, hiding something behind those dark eyes. He'd seen a flash of fear in those eyes on more than one occasion, and though it had bothered him, he hadn't pushed the Gallifreyan for an explanation.

All he'd been able to do was gather the Doctor into his arms, whispering soft words and holding him close. The Time Lord had actually apologized to Peter, as if he'd owed his lover an apology for having boundaries. Peter had assured him that it wasn't necessary, but the other man had seemed to think differently.

Still, even the apology hadn't been followed by an explanation. Peter had stored what small bit of information he'd about the Doctor's fears -- what little he'd learned from that one incident, anyway -- and told himself that they could talk about it later.

The handcuffs were stuffed into the pocket of his jeans; he didn't want the Doctor to know what he was about the moment he entered the room. If what he had in mind frightened the Time Lord, or made him feel uncomfortable -- well then, he would stop. But he hoped that he would be able to carry out his plan and add yet one more new experience to their stay in Vegas.

Pushing open the bathroom door, his eyes took in the scene in front of him -- the Doctor had apparently only gotten out of the shower moments before, and was in the process of drying his hair. He looked over at Peter in surprise, his brows raising almost to his hairline, a smile curving those beautiful lips as he gestured to his lover to come in.

"You're a bit late to join me, love," he murmured, rubbing at his damp hair with the towel in his hands. "If I'd known you were interested in that ...."

Peter shook his head, slipping his arms around the Time Lord and bowing his head to nibble at the slender column of the other man's throat. "Never mind that," he said softly, moving backwards to the shower and raising the Doctor's hands above his head. Now, he just needed to pull those cuffs out of his pocket ....

"Peter, what are you doing?" The Doctor's voice had risen a few octaves, nearly sounding more like a squeak than words. One metal cuff clicked around his slender wrist; Peter wound the chain between the cuffs around the curtain rod of the shower before clicking the other metal band closed around the Doctor's other wrist, effectively holding him immobile.

"Nothing you won't like, love." Peter could feel the Doctor trembling under his hands; he ran his fingertips slowly down the other man's sides, resting his hands on those narrow hips before sliding his arms around the Doctor and resting his chin on the Gallifreyan's shoulder. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. You know I wouldn't hurt you."

"I know," the Doctor whispered, his eyes meeting Peter's in the mirror across the room. Peter's hands moved up the front of his body, fingertips stroking across his nipples, tweaking and teasing each tender bud until they were hard and throbbing. He could feel the slight tremor that shook the Doctor's body, hear the other man's sharp intake of breath.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?" Peter murmured, his words soft and breathy in the Doctor's ear. "I could look at you like this all night .... stretched out in front of me like an offering." He raised one hand to the Doctor's cheek, turning the Time Lord's face to the side so that their eyes met. "I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you right now."

"Then take me," the Gallifreyan breathed, the last word coming out on a gasp as Peter's hand moved down his back, one finger tracing down the cleft of his ass. Peter's other hand curled around the Doctor's cock, stroking slowly, brushing his fingers teasingly over the sensitive tip before he let his hand stroke down the hardening shaft.

"Your wish is my command," Peter whispered into the Doctor's ear, slipping his hand between the Time Lord's thighs. He nearly groaned in frustration as a thought occurred to him -- the lube was in the other room. He'd have to break their contact to get it -- and he didn't want to do that.

All right then -- he wouldn't be able to take the Doctor in the way the other man expected, but he'd definitely be able to give him an experience he wouldn't soon forget. A slight smirk quirked his lips as something he'd been told once popped into his mind. One of his former lovers had told him that he had exquisite sensations at his fingertips -- well, he was going to prove that true.

He let his fingers brush against the Doctor's entrance, nuzzling the other man's neck as he did, the fingers wrapped around the Time Lord's cock keeping up a steady rhythm as they stroked him. The Doctor's muscles tensed, another tremor going through his slender body; Peter stroked his fingers against his rosebud again, hoping to relax the other man enough to press a finger inside him.

It was strange that he'd only made love to the Doctor for the first time a few days ago; Peter felt as though he knew all the secrets of this man's body, everything that he could possibly do to make the Doctor come, to make him moan out his lover's name and beg for more. But apparently, he'd only scratched the surface of all the ways he could pleasure the Time Lord.

The Doctor's back arched, his hips pushing back against Peter's fingers; he used the opportunity to let one finger slide inside the Time Lord, quickly following it with another. He could hear the Doctor's breath hiss between his teeth; it must have burned slightly with no lube, but he was sure that the momentary pain would be replaced by pleasure in a few seconds.

He moved his fingers slowly inside the Doctor, letting the other man get used to the sensation of being opened and probed. The Doctor was thrusting his hips back against Peter's hand, making soft mewling sounds in the back of his throat, his muscles tightening around his lover's fingers, then relaxing for a few moments before tensing again.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off the sight presented to him in the mirror; the Doctor's nude body stretched taut, his legs spread, leaning back against him, his cheeks flushed, hips flexing with every movement of Peter's hands on his body.

He kept his eyes on the Gallifreyan, wanting to see every nuance of pleasure written on the Doctor's handsome features. He would know the moment that the Time Lord came; not only would he feel it, he would be able to see it on the other man's face, that look of complete and utter ecstasy that Peter would never get enough of seeing.

The Doctor was pushing his hips back more insistently now; Peter thrust his fingers more deeply into the other man's body, nearly crying out when he felt the Doctor go impossibly tight around his fingers. His other hand tightened on the Time Lord's cock, his own body trembling in reaction to the vision his eyes were riveted on.

He wasn't prepared for the Time Lord's climax; it took him by surprise when the other man cried out and fell back against him. Peter pressed his lips against the Doctor's throat, wishing that he was in a position to ravage the other man's mouth with his own. But if he was, then he wouldn't have been able to watch his lover come -- and that had been a sight worth seeing.

Peter released the Doctor's cock at the same time that he let his fingers slip out of the other man, smoothing his palms down the Time Lord's sides to rest them on his slender hips. After a few moments of silently staring at them both in the mirror, he reached for a towel, wiping away the traces of semen from the Doctor's stomach before tossing it on the floor.

"I wouldn't have thought you were so .... visual," the Doctor murmured, turning his face to the side and looking at Peter out of the corner of his eye. Peter took the opportunity to press his lips against the softness of the Doctor's mouth, savoring those lips for long moments before he let the other man come up for air.

"What can I say? I like to watch," he murmured, reaching into the pocket of his jeans for the key to the handcuffs. "And I've just discovered a much more interesting use for these."

He released the Doctor's wrists, letting the slender Time Lord lean back against him and steadying him a bit. The Gallifreyan rubbed his wrists, frowning a little at the red marks that abraded his skin. Peter raised one of those thin wrists to his lips, feeling a wave of guilt rush over him. He hadn't thought about that metal digging into the Doctor's soft skin ....

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, love," he whispered, feeling remorseful. "That was the last thing I meant to do. I should have thought of that before I used the handcuffs on you. I'll be more careful next time, I promise. If you'll let us have a next time."

The Doctor smiled, placing a hand against Peter's cheek. "There's nothing to apologise for, Peter," he answered, soft fingertips stroking across his lover's skin. "And of course there'll be a next time. Though --" He glanced towards the door, then turned to look at Peter again. ".... I'd prefer it if you decided to handcuff me to the bed."

"I think that's doable," Peter said, sliding his arms around the slender man's waist and pulling the Doctor against him. "In fact, I think those handcuffs are going to get quite a lot of use. It's a good thing that I'm hardly ever without them. I never know when I might need to capture someone."

"Well, you've certainly managed to capture me," the Doctor told him, laughing as he pulled free of Peter's embrace and headed for the door. "In more ways than one."

Peter followed his lover out of the bathroom, watching as the Doctor laid down on the bed and held out his arms in invitation. It didn't take him more than a few moments to take the Doctor up on that invitation, shedding his clothes in seconds -- and making sure to pick up the handcuffs before he made his way to the bed.

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