Title: Heat of the Moment
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jethro Cane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 14, Scream
Author's Note: Continuation of Dream All Day.
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.

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The Doctor and Jethro headed down the hallway to Jethro's room in the leisure palace, the young man's arm wrapped firmly around the Doctor's slender waist. They didn't stop, even when a few people threw them curious glances. There was only one thing in both of their minds, and they were both concentrating on what would happen once they gained the privacy of Jethro's suite.

The Time Lord didn't stop to question just how this boy could afford to stay in this place; from what he'd seen of Jethro's parents, they'd been well-to-do, and they had probably let their son come here with their money. He didn't want to question why Jethro was there, or just why they'd run into each other at this point in his life; he was only glad that they had.

When they reached the doorway, Jethro fumbled in his pocket for the key card, stopping to take the Doctor's face between his hands and kiss the Time Lord, roughly, his lips hard and demanding on the Doctor's mouth. The Gallifreyan moaned into the kiss, his body arching against the young man's hands, craving as much of that touch as he could get.

The door seemed to magically open, though Jethro spent a few seconds fumbling with the card. The Doctor stumbled into the room, vaguely aware that Jethro had closed the door with one foot and had turned towards him. He was already pulling at the Doctor's shirt; the Time Lord struggled with the buttons on the front, trying to get them undone so he could pull his shirt off. His fingers were clumsy, unable to get even one button undone.

He gave up on his shirt, instead kicking off his shoes and bending over to pull off his socks. He definitely didn't want to leave any clothes on -- he'd been in a few circumstances when he'd left a few articles of clothing on during sex, and the aftermath had always proved a little awkward -- not to mention somewhat embarrassing. This wasn't going to be one of those times.

Jethro had apparently been getting out of his own clothes behind him; the Doctor gasped when he felt the young man's hands on his hips, one hand reaching around to fumble with the zipper on his trousers. He let out another gasp when those hands literally tore his trousers down his thighs, along with his underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down.

He was pushed forward, onto his hands and knees, falling to the floor and balancing himself for a moment. He could feel Jethro behind him, bending over him and running those strong hands down his sides, pushing his shirt up but not trying to pull it off. One hand twined into his hair, turning his head to the side, then Jethro's lips were on his.

The kiss was deep and heady, the young man's tongue probing the Doctor's mouth as if he was searching unexplored territory. His hands moved down the Doctor's body, over his hips, down his thighs, spreading his legs slightly. Jethro moved closer behind him, pressing his lower body against the Doctor's, his fingers moving between the Time Lord's legs.

The Doctor let out a pained gasp as one of those fingers entered him, then the other. Maybe it was a mistake to do this with no lube .... He shook his head, trying to clear it. No, it would break the mood if he insisted that they use some kind of lube. He'd deal with the pain, even though he had a feeling that he'd regret that decision.

Jethro was scissoring his fingers, spreading and stretching him, obviously trying to do something that would ease the pain of being entered dry. The Doctor shook his head, wanting to say something to the effect that he didn't need to do that, but the words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't have forced sound out if he'd had to; his throat felt constricted, the anticipation of sex making all of his muscles tense and his breath catch.

Why wasn't Jethro taking him? The Doctor turned his head, looking over his shoulder and opening his mouth to say something to the dark-haired young man kneeling behind him. Jethro looked back at him, his lips parted, dark eyes catching and holding the Doctor's gaze. He was reaching into his jeans pocket for something, but at the moment, the Doctor didn't care what it was; he was too caught up in what he was feeling.

Taking a deep breath, he faced forward again, flexing his hips and wincing a little. It had been quite a while since he'd had a lover; this was going to be more than a bit uncomfortable with no lube. Was that what Jethro had been searching for? He opened his mouth again, intending to speak, to ask Jethro if that was the case -- and then the invading fingers slipped out of him.

He hardly had time to take a breath before he felt Jethro behind him, moving closer. The Doctor could feel the heat from his body, almost searing through him, making his hearts pound and his breath come faster. The young man's hands were beneath his armpits, pulling him up to his knees -- at the same time that Jethro thrust into him, the penetration deep, sudden and unexpected.

The Doctor couldn't hold back a scream, the sound torn from his throat unexpectedly. The pain seared through him, a quicksilver rush of sensation that almost felt as if it was tearing him apart. His muscles clenched involuntarily, his entire body going taut and tense, another scream building in the back of his throat.

A second scream was torn from him when Jethro thrust into him again, pushing him forward and snatching the breath from his lungs. He didn't have enough air in his lungs left to scream again, and this time, he was determined not to; after all, he didn't want to send any maids running into the room with the idea that Jethro was murdering someone in his suite.

The pain was starting to mutate into pleasure now, each thrust seeming to impale him more deeply, his body getting used to the feeling of being opened. Jethro pulled the Doctor back against his chest, wrapping his arms around the Time Lord's waist and burying his face against the older man's shoulder as he moved inside the Doctor. Neither of them could manage words; their bodies said everything that they needed to communicate at the moment.

The Doctor could feel his orgasm starting to uncurl in his stomach, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself back. Jethro's hand was on his cock, stroking in a slow, steady rhythm with each thrust, pleasure blotting out the initial pain he'd felt. He pushed his hips back against Jethro, bringing a moan to the boy's lips that matched the sounds coming from his own throat.

He couldn't hold back any longer; he had to come. With another moan that was almost a strangled scream, the Doctor's body spasmed in Jethro's arms, going so tight around the young man that Jethro was brought to the edge of his own climax almost before he knew what was happening. His own cry joined the Doctor's as the Time Lord went limp in his arms, their labored breathing the only sound in the quiet, dimly lit suite.

The Doctor didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to break the spell of quiet that had settled around the two of them. He'd almost forgotten what it was to be taken with such urgency, he thought dreamily, laying back against the body behind him and letting his muscles relax. He was going to be sore in the morning, he was sure -- but the passion they'd just shared was more than worth being a bit uncomfortable.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Jethro whispered into his ear, one hand stroking through the sweat-dampened strands of his hair. "I'm sorry." The young man's voice was soft, his lips brushing against the Doctor's cheek, his other hand still curled between the Gallifreyan's legs, as though he was reluctant to let the older man go.

"I'll be fine," the Doctor whispered back, turning his head to press his face against Jethro's neck. "I'll just be a bit sore tomorrow, but that's easily remedied. You can always pop me into a hot bath -- and join me there, if the fancy takes you," he said softly, opening his eyes and meeting that dark gaze directed down at him.

"I think we can manage that." Jethro's voice sounded tired and amused at the same time, the Doctor thought, his mind searching to put a name to that accent. Was the boy British? Somehow, he didn't think so. The accent sounded like something he'd heard before in his travels, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Ah, well. He could always ask later. This probably wasn't the time for a conversation about origins.

Jethro flexed his hips, making the Time Lord's eyes fly open and another gasp come from his lips. He'd had a lot of lovers in the past, true, but he could swear that none of the men he'd been with in his varied incarnations had been as .... well .... well-endowed as the young man locked in this intimate embrace with him now.

Or maybe it was simply that it had been far too long since he'd had a man inside him. That was always a possibility. But that didn't matter; what did matter was that Jethro seemed to have a remarkably short recovery period -- and that he was apparently ready for another go. The Doctor let his muscles tighten around the thick cock inside him, glancing up at Jethro's startled face with a smile.

"I think we should at least try to make it to the bedroom for the next go," the Doctor said softly, shifting his position a little. "It would be a bit more comfortable for me, at any rate -- I think I already have rather bad rug burn on my knees from the first time. Having it on my arse as well would be going a little far, don't you think?"

"That's a good idea," Jethro murmured, nibbling at the Doctor's earlobe. His hands moved up the front of the Doctor's thin body, unbuttoning the Time Lord's shirt as he went and starting to pull it off. "That was the first time I've ever made love to a half-naked man. I'm sorry, Doctor, I didn't mean to be so rough with you. I lost my head a bit .... will you let me make it up to you?"

"Of course," the Time Lord whispered, sighing regretfully when Jethro slipped out of him. He waited as the young man stood up, then took the proffered hand and let Jethro help him to his feet. His legs still felt weak, his senses reeling from the unexpected physical onslaught. Unexpected, he told himself, but definitely not unwelcome.

Jethro wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling the Doctor close against him and letting his hands move down the Time Lord's back to cup his ass. The Doctor let out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to rest his forehead on Jethro's shoulder. It was a gesture of surrender that he hadn't expected to make -- but one that he couldn't hold himself back from.

"Leave the rest of the world outside," Jethro whispered, one hand moving up the Doctor's back to tangle in his hair. "Forget anything else exists. Just be here with me and don't think about the past or the future or anything in between." He raised the Doctor's face to his, looking into his eyes. "Take what you need from me, Doctor. I'm more than willing to give it."

The Doctor swallowed hard, nodding, not taking his eyes from that intense dark gaze. He wasn't sure just why he'd happened to run into Jethro here, now, when he'd been so desperately lonely and needy. But whatever the fates intended, he wasn't going to question them. He'd already taken the first few steps along a path that he couldn't retrace.

Jethro turned and leaned down, reaching for his jeans and pulling whatever it was that he'd been looking for earlier out of the pocket. It was a small tube of lube, obviously new and unused. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, directing a silent question at the young man. Jethro blushed, his fingers curling around the tube and clutching it tightly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't use this," he said softly, his eyes meeting the Doctor's again. "I know that must have been really painful for you, at least at first. I got carried away in the heat of the moment. I just .... I wanted you so badly that I couldn't wait." His voice lowered, becoming husky and a little choked. "I needed you so badly. I can't explain it ... I just needed to be inside you. With you."

The Doctor nodded, taking an unsteady step and moving closer to the young man. One hand tilted Jethro's face to his, those soft lips skimming across the boy's mouth. "I needed you, too," the Time Lord breathed against Jethro's skin, closing his eyes as the young man wrapped strong arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"And to think that this all started with a single meeting, right here on Midnight," Jethro said softly, raising a hand to trace his fingertip over the softness of the Doctor's parted lips. "I knew when I first saw you that you would be someone important in my life, Doctor. Someone special. I never doubted it."

"You may find that I'm not someone you want to have more than a brief liaison with, Jethro," the Doctor warned, his finger raising to Jethro's lips to stop his words. "Let's not talk about that now. There's more than enough time for us to discuss our pasts -- and whatever the future may bring. This isn't the time to make promises we may not be able to keep."

Jethro nodded, heaving a sigh and tightening his arm around the Doctor's waist. "I don't know why, Doctor, but I have the weirdest feeling that you need me for a lot more than what just happened between us. I won't ask any questions now, but we'll have a lot to talk about later. You aren't going to get rid of me easily, you know. I can have a way of turning up when you least expect me to be there."

The Doctor bit his lip, nodding in spite of the inner voice screaming at him to protest, to throw on his clothes and leave this room immediately. He'd made the choice to come here with Jethro, and he wasn't going to back out now. "We'll talk about that later. For now .... I think we should let our more base instincts do the talking for a while."

He let Jethro lead him towards the bedroom, his hearts already starting to pound in his chest, his body tense with anticipation. What would happen over the course of the next few days? The Doctor didn't know, but he was more than willing to put his responsibilities on hold for the time being, and let the future take care of itself.

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Next story in series - A Dream Came True.