Title: Wrap It Up
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: slash_me_twice
Prompt: 33, Present
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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Peter awakened slowly on Christmas morning, raising a hand to rub at his eyes. The bed wasn't as warm as it usually was -- why did it seem so cold? It was unusual for him to wake without the warmth of the Doctor's slender body snuggled into his arms.

That was why their bed seemed so cold, he realized with a shock. The Doctor wasn't next to him. The bed was empty on the Doctor's side; the imprint of his body was still there, but the Time Lord was nowhere to be seen.

Where had his lover gone? Peter thought, sitting up and yawning as he ran a hand through his hair. Then it dawned on him -- this was Christmas Day. The Doctor was probably in the room on the Tardis where they had their Christmas tree with the gifts piled beneath it.

He'd been amused to find out that there were interstellar banks where the Doctor could get money; he'd wondered when they had first met how this man could manage to travel the universe without having a sou to his name. But he'd soon discovered the answer to that question.

The Time Lord had been more then generous when it came to Christmas presents -- at every planet they'd been to lately that had any sort of shopping district, he'd admonished Peter to spend time looking around while he went into the little shops that he so loved.

He'd always come out of those shops burdened with bags and boxes, usually so many that Peter had to help him carry them to the Tardis. But the Doctor hadn't let him look at any of them, insisting that they meant for Christmas morning under the tree.

That had to be where the Time Lord was, Peter thought with a smile, throwing back the covers and reaching for his robe. He pulled the soft silken fabric around him and tied the belt, padding barefoot out of their bedroom and down the corridor.

What would he find there? he asked himself, still smiling. He was picturing the Doctor sitting under the tree, either in the process of unwrapping the many gifts that Peter had bought for him, or else waiting more or less patiently for his lover to appear.

He loved that the Doctor could still have such a childish love for the holiday season; there was something beautiful about the way he could get excited about the things that most people took for granted. It was only one of the reasons that Peter had fallen for him.

Quickening his footsteps, he approached the room quietly, wanting to peek inside first and see which of his speculations about what the Doctor was doing were right. He was fairly sure that some of the gifts would already be unwrapped, the paper littering the floor.

As Peter stepped forward to peer into the door, what he saw in the room under the Christmas tree made him gasp, his jaw dropping open and his eyes widening. Whatever he had expected to see, the sight that greeted his eyes certainly wasn't it.

The Doctor lay under the tree on his side, his head propped on one hand, a devilish little smile playing around the corners of his lips. That expression in itself wasn't unusual; Peter had seen it many times, and the sight of it melted his heart.

No, what was unusual was the fact that the Doctor was lying there stark naked, not a stitch of clothing on his body anywhere -- with the single glaring exception of a hot pink satin bow tied neatly around the shaft of his erect cock.

"Wh-what ....?" Peter could hardly believe what he was gazing at. The sight took his breath away, made his heart feel as though it was going to stop beating right then and there. He couldn't take his eyes away from the Time Lord, his gaze riveted, held fast.

"What?" The Doctor blinked, assuming an innocent expression, though that little smile still lurked around his lips. "You told me that you wanted me under the tree wearing nothing but a bow, so I decided to give you what you asked for."

Peter burst out laughing at the remembrance of that conversation; he had indeed told the Doctor that one of the things he'd like to have for a present was his lover wrapped up and delivered to him wearing nothing but a bow. He should have known the Time Lord would take that to heart.

"I wanted to give you a special present first thing on Christmas Day," the Doctor told him, rolling over onto his back and holding out his arms to his lover. "This is what you asked for, isn't it?" he asked, his voice soft and seductive.

Peter could do nothing but nod; his senses were reeling, his mind filled with the image of his lover lying ther under the tree. All he wanted to do was carry the Doctor back to bed, untie that pink bow, and spend the rest of the day making love to him.

"I think it's time for me to claim my present," he finally managed to say, his eyes sweeping over the Time Lord's body again. The Doctor lay back, seemingly unconcerned with his nudity, letting Peter feast his eyes as much as he wanted.

"Don't you want to open your present first?" he asked, his tone teasing. "There's the little matter of a bow to untie." He pointed at his crotch, obviously holding back laughter. Peter couldn't keep back a smile, and then his own laugh was ringing out in the stillness of the room.

"Since you went to the trouble of having to wrap up my present, the least I can do is take the time to unwrap it," he drawled, coming into the room and moving to where the Doctor lay under the tree, looking down at the other man with a wolfish smile.

"Then by all means, help yourself," the Doctor murmured, stretching his lean, lanky body out on the carpet under the tree. "You can unwrap your present any time you'd like -- but it might be best to get to that quickly, before it, well, wilts a bit."

"Oh, I don't think it's going to wilt at all," Peter breathed, kneeling beside the Doctor and leaning forward to brush his lips across the tip of the Time Lord's cock. If he had anything to say about it, there would be no wilting for quite a while to come.

The Doctor moaned, arching his back and raising his hips off the floor at the touch of Peter's lips. Peter couldn't take his eyes off the man he loved; he had never seen the Doctor look so enticing. And this was a gift that he wasn't about to turn down.

He wasn't going to wait until he could carry the Doctor into their bedroom, either. Why should he wait, after all? The Time Lord had chosen to give him his present here, in this room -- so why not turn that into an advantage, and a chance to do something out of the ordinary?

"Since you've gone to such great lengths to wrap it up, I think I want to make the most of my present right here and now," he murmured, raising his head to gaze into those deep, fathomless dark eyes. "It might not be the most comfortable place, but we'll make do."

"I don't think this will be uncomfortable at all," the Doctor whispered, reaching for Peter and wrapping his arms around his lover's neck to pull him down for a kiss. "Comfort is going to be the last thing either one of us is thinking of in a few minutes."

Peter's nimble fingers were already untying the pink ribbon around the Doctor's cock, his hand curling around the other man's erection and stroking, eliciting a groan from the Time Lord. Oh yes, neither of them would be thinking of anything but their pleasure within a few seconds.

"Thank you for the marvelous present," he whispered into the Doctor's ear as he bowed his head to brush mouth against the other man's parted lips. "It's the best one I could have possibly gotten. I couldn't ask for anything more than what I have right here in my arms."

The Doctor's only answer was a soft moan, his arms tightening around Peter's shoulders to pull him closer. Within moments, the two of them were lost in their own world, oblivious to the lights blinking merrily on the tree, the gaily wrapped packages under it, and everything else except each other.

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