Title: Dream All Day
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jethro Cane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: 6, Hot
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.
***The Doctor walked along the pavement of an unknown street, not looking around him. It was bloody uncomfortable to be wearing so many clothes in the midst of what felt like a heat wave, he thought to himself, a scowl crossing his handsome features. He should go back to the Tardis and strip off his clothes -- or, better yet, head to some place that was cool and comfortable.
Why was he here, anyway? The last time he'd come to the leisure palace on Midnight, the results hadn't exactly been favorable. He shuddered as his memory went back to what had happened to him, wanting to wrap his arms around himself in a protective gesture. He could still feel those hands on his body, dragging him towards the door of that train to throw him out to his death .... he hadn't been able to move or speak ....
He shook his head, dispersing the memories and taking a deep breath. He shouldn't focus on what had happened then; it was in the past, and hopefully, it wasn't likely to happen again. This time, he wasn't going to leave the area around the palace. He wasn't even quite sure what he was doing here, really -- it was as though he'd been drawn back to the place.
Why had he been drawn here? His head came up, his eyes widening. Was that .... that creature that had attacked the train still searching for him? He'd escaped it the first time, barely getting away with his life. It had been one of the closest calls he'd had with mortality in all of his long life. Was it still looking to snatch his life away from him?
The Doctor laughed at himself, drawing a few curious stares from the people passing by him. No, that wasn't possible. That creature, whatever it was, had been annihilated on the train, when that little stewardess had given her life to save him. It was something he'd always be grateful for, even if he didn't know her name and couldn't thank her for what she'd done.
He was letting his nerves get the better of him, the Doctor thought, letting out a breath and finally looking up, focusing on the suites of rooms at one end of the palace. He'd go check into a room, have a massage, something to relax him. It didn't matter that he was alone. He needed this time to himself, time to unwind and get his bearings.
He turned towards the palace, his feet dragging as he started walking in that direction. He didn't really relish spending his time here alone, but he'd come to Midnight alone, and it wasn't really feasible for him to go around actively seeking a companion here. He was still cautious about venturing outside of the safe confines of his room in the palace, given what had happened the last time he was here ....
The Doctor let out a startled yelp when someone walking in the opposite direction collided with him. It was his fault, the Time Lord immediately thought, raising his head from his contemplation of the ground to glance at the other person, his mouth opening to form an apology. What he saw made him stop and stare, his jaw falling open much wider than he'd intended it to.
No. It wasn't possible. He couldn't believe it.
"Doctor?" The dark-haired young man's eyes were wide, his expression just as disbelieving as his own must be, the Doctor thought. He closed his mouth with a snap, wondering just what joke the fates were playing to have this particular young man bump into him, in this place.
"What are you doing here?" They both asked the question at the same time, and the Doctor could see the horror that must be in his own eyes spreading across Jethro's handsome face. It was exactly like what had happened to him on the train -- only this time, it was in the simulated daylight of this planet, surrounded by dozens of people walking around them.
"I .... was in the neighbourhood," the Doctor managed to get out, relieved that Jethro didn't repeat his words. It wasn't happening again; that was his paranoia taking over. The young man smiled, then laughed, his dark eyes never leaving the Doctor's face. "I thought it would be a good idea to try to put what had happened behind me .... you know."
Jethro nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I thought the same thing," he admitted, turning around and falling into step with the Doctor. "That was a while ago, and I didn't want to let it colour my impressions of this place for the rest of my life. Put the demons to rest, so they say, and all that."
"Are you here with your parents again?" the Doctor asked pointedly, unable to keep himself from stealing a glance at the young man from under his long lashes. He was certainly handsome; that was one thing he remembered from the experience on the train. It had been a shock to see such a gorgeous boy there, but he'd resolutely kept his thoughts away from that area. Jethro was far too young -- too young and too beautiful.
To his surprise, the young man shook his head in the negative, laughing as he did so. "When you met me, that was the last trip I'd taken with my parents," he explained, moving closer to the Doctor as they walked along. "I was only a few months away from turning 'legal' at that point, and it was their last-ditch effort to spend time with me before I left the family nest."
"Ah, I see." The Doctor was at a loss for words; what exactly was Jethro trying to tell him? Or was he just reading far too much into this? It had obviously been an unplanned meeting; Jethro had looked just as surprised to see him on Midnight as he'd been to see the boy. No, young man, he corrected himself -- this was definitely no little boy ambling along beside him.
"I'd hoped to find you again someday," Jethro said, his voice soft. "I know that I apologised to you already for what I did on the train -- but somehow, it didn't seem like enough. I don' think I could ever make it up to you for going along with their hysteria."
The Doctor glanced over at him, a half-smile on his lips. His eyes met Jethro's, dark brown to dark brown -- and he nearly gasped at the clear, bold invitation that he saw there. What was Jethro thinking? Was this boy actually here searching for him? His breath caught in his throat, frozen there, words eluding him for the moment.
He did gasp aloud when Jethro caught his hand, pulling him from the pavement into an alley between buildings. They weren't actually outside, of course; the walkway was simulated, but it seemed as though they were on a city street. Jethro pulled him a few feet away from the sidewalk, pressing him against the wall and placing both hands on the Doctor's shoulders.
The Time Lord's eyes widened in surprise; this was certainly not what he'd expected when he'd left his room this morning. He had to resist the urge to squirm away, to duck under Jethro's arms and head back towards the safety of the crowd. But something kept him there, his gaze locked with the young man's, his breath coming in short gasps from his parted lips.
He was more startled than ever when Jethro leaned forward, moving one hand from the wall and tracing the outline of his upper lip with a soft fingertip. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the Doctor's. "I wonder if your lips are as soft as they look? I've been waiting to find out if they are."
With those words, Jethro leaned forward, covering the Doctor's mouth with his own. The Gallifreyan barely had time to take in a breath before Jethro's tongue was slipping between his parted lips, those strong arms encircling him and pulling him against the young man's body. He went limp, his senses reeling, dizzy with a sudden desire that he couldn't hold back.
The Doctor had no idea how long the kiss lasted; when their mouths finally parted, his legs felt weak and rubbery, barely capable of holding him up. He had to lean against Jethro, clutching at his shirt, nearly moaning aloud when those hands moved down his body to cup his ass and press him against the young man holding him.
"I'd say you wanted that just as much as I did," Jethro whispered, his dark eyes regarding the Doctor with a look of satisfaction. "And I'd say you want other things just as much as I do, too. At least, I hope you do -- because that's all I've been thinking of since we bumped into each other out there."
"Oth-other things?" the Doctor asked weakly, trying to recover his scattered wits. It had been a long time since a kiss had affected him this much -- he couldn't think straight, couldn't force himself to move, could barely speak. And those hands were doing strange things to his body .... things that he didn't want to stop, if he was honest with himself.
"You should be able to use your imagination," Jethro breathed into his ear, those soft lips moving along his jawline, nibbling at his earlobe, slipping down his throat. The Doctor moaned and let his head fall back against the wall, surrendering himself to the sensations those lips were causing. There was no way he could fight this.
"Things like this," Jethro continued, his voice barely a whisper of sound, but as intense as a shout in the Doctor's ears. "I want to strip your clothes off and lick that gorgeous body all over. I want to take you in every position possible. I want you to ride me .... I want to take you from behind .... I want to press you up against the wall and fuck you until you beg me to stop. I want to do everything it's possible for two males to do."
The Doctor moaned again, squirming slightly when Jethro pressed against his thin body, angling himself so that his crotch was pressed against the Doctor's. There was no mistaking the young man's arousal; the Doctor knew that his own desire matched Jethro's, and that this was a point of no return. Whatever he said next would determine just what was going to happen between the two of them -- and there was only one thing that he could say.
"Come back to the palace with me," Jethro whispered, his lips moving from the Doctor's throat back up to his ear. "Let me do all those things to you, Doctor. Don't ask questions, just accept that I want to be with you." He pulled away slightly, grinding his hips against the Doctor's and staring into his eyes. "I'll warn you, I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Yes," the Doctor gasped, not thinking about what he was saying. He was too far gone to be able to say anything else; he might regret this later, but for the moment, he was going to indulge himself. It didn't matter that Jethro was so young; all that mattered was that he wanted this young man desperately, and that Jethro obviously echoed his feelings.
That voice in his ear again, this time with a soft laugh added to the words. "And if you're worried about taking a minor back to your room, don't. I'm over eighteen, Doctor. I nearly was when you first met me, and believe me, I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. This isn't a spur of the moment thing."
Jethro twined long fingers through the Doctor's hair, his lips hovering just above the Time Lord's mouth. "You may end up being very sore after the next few days are over -- but I'll make that worth your while. You'll be remembering this for a long, long time."
"I don't doubt that I will," the Doctor murmured, holding back another moan when Jethro's hand moved down between his legs to squeeze his cock. "I think we should make our way back to the palace, don't you?" He was almost breathless, his body throbbing with an intensity that he hadn't known he was capable of feeling.
"I think that's a good idea," Jethro whispered back, but he made no move to disentangle himself from their embrace. Instead, one hand slipped into the back of the Doctor's trousers, over the curve of his ass, sliding down to rub back and forth over his entrance. The Time Lord let out a strangled moan, his legs almost collapsing under him. At this rate, he'd be begging Jethro to take him here in this alley within the next few moments.
"That's only a taste of what's to come," Jethro said softly, brushing his lips over the Doctor's mouth again before finally pulling away. "Come on, let's get back to the palace. The sooner we're there --" His arm encircled the Doctor's waist again, keeping the Time Lord close to his side. ".... the sooner I can start keeping my promises."
The Doctor nodded, letting the young man lead him back to the sidewalk, their steps taking them in the direction of the palace. He pushed his reservations aside; this was something he needed to do, and if he regretted it later .... well, he would just deal with the promptings of his conscience then, rather than now.
He barely knew it when they arrived back at their destination, letting Jethro lead him into the elevator and up to the young man's room without a backward glance, or a thought for the future.
***Next story in series - Heat of the Moment.
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