Title: The Full Experience
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jethro Cane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Table: 5
Prompt: 58, Waxing
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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"Jethro ...." The Doctor looked wary as they approached the small boutique at the end of the street they'd been walking down. "I really don't think this is such a good idea."

"You're not going to back out of this, Doctor," Jethro chuckled, linking his arm through the Time Lord's and leading the other man forward. "You promised me this was going to happen -- and I have every intention of holding you to that promise. Come on, you're not one to go back on your word to someone, now are you?"

"I know I told you that I'd do this, but ...." The Doctor looked hesitant, even a little fearful. Jethro smiled as he leaned over to kiss the Time Lord's cheek, squeezing his hand as he did so. He laughed softly, shaking his head and trying to negate whatever nervousness the Doctor might have about what was going to happen.

"I do this, you know. And yes, it does hurt a bit -- but it's something you get used to after you've had it done often enough," he said softly. He didn't want the Doctor to be afraid of this; it was something that he himself had been nervous about the first time he'd had it done, but now, it was completely natural to him.

"Don't you like me the way I am?" the Time Lord asked plaintively, making Jethro stop in his tracks and wrap an arm around the other man's slender waist, drawing the Doctor against him and running his free hand down the Time Lord's slender back.

"Of course I do," he whispered, kissing the Doctor again, oblivious to the stares of the people around them. They should be used to seeing two men embracing in the street by now, Jethro thought with a mental shrug. If they didn't like what they saw, they could always look away. He wasn't going to hold back his feelings just for the sake of others' prudery.

"Then why all this fuss about a little hair?" The Doctor definitely sounded scared, Jethro thought with an inward sigh. He was actually trembling; that wasn't a good sign. It was hard to believe in all of his over 900 years, he'd never thought of doing something like this.

"Doctor .... I love you the way you are," Jethro murmured, his lips brushing across the Time Lord's cheek, then pressing against the delicate shell of his ear. "But I'd like to be able to do things to you without getting a mouthful of hair. Like ...." He leaned closer, his words barely audible. "... like sucking your nipples .... your cock .... and other things."

"Other things?" the Doctor murmured, his voice starting to take on that husky timbre that Jethro knew all too well. The tone of voice that meant the Time Lord was becoming aroused, which was usually the way that Jethro liked to have him. But for the moment, that probably wasn't the best of ideas.

"Oh, you know .... rimming you .... and all the other things you enjoy having me do with my tongue," the young man murmured, not wanting to add more apprehension to the Doctor's by-now-obvious state, not before they were about to walk into the boutique. "Things that I promise I'll do to you once we get back to the hotel room."

"All right," the Doctor agreed breathlessly, pulling away slightly with a sigh. "I suppose it can't hurt anything." He made a face, crossing his arms over the front of his body. "Well, except my pride -- and my modesty."

"Don't worry, Doctor, I'll be there with you every second," Jethro laughed, squeezing the Time Lord's hand again, hoping that his touch was reassuring for the other man. "The people who do this are very impersonal -- it's not like they're going to try to get you off. Not with me in the room, at any rate."

"I don't exactly fancy having the hair torn out of my private parts by the roots," the Doctor grumbled, making a face. Jethro laughed again, leaning to whisper in his lover's ear, wishing that he could make the Doctor relax.

"It only hurts for a moment," he promised, letting his hand move down the Doctor's back to rest on the curve of the Gallifreyan's ass. "And I promise I'll take good care of you once we get back to the hotel. I probably won't be able to keep my hands off you -- or any other part of my body. You can count on that."

"That's reassuring," the Doctor mumbled, looking up at the awning over the boutique door with a frown. Jethro hoped that he wasn't going to bolt off down the street, running back to the Tardis as fast as he could go. But no, the Time Lord wasn't pulling away. He was following his young lover, more or less docilely, though his expression was cautious.

Jethro guided the reluctant Time Lord towards the door of the place, opening it and letting the taller man walk in first. The bell over the door jangled merrily, and the Doctor jumped a bit as they entered. He was obviously nervous, and Jethro wished that there was some way to calm his jangled nerves and reassure him that this wouldn't be distasteful.

The Doctor hung back as Jethro walked up to the desk, giving his name to the cheerful, smiling woman sitting there. She nodded, indicating a room behind her, the door opened as though it was waiting for them. Jethro took the Doctor's hand again, leading the other man into the room and closing the door behind them.

The man leaning over a table in the back of the room straightened up and turned to them, holding out a hand and smiling. "Hello. Which one of you is going through the process?" His eyes moved from the Doctor to Jethro and back again, as though he was assessing them and trying to decide which was more likely.

"He is," Jethro said, slipping an arm around the Doctor's waist as he stretched out a hand to the aesthetician. It wasn't the same man who'd waxed him, but he seemed personable and friendly, and hopefully, he could ease the Doctor's fears. Jethro could feel how tense the Time Lord was; not a good thing. He hadn't thought his lover would be this nervous.

"First time, eh?" The man shook the Doctor's hand, introducing himself as he did so. "I'm John. Pleased to meet you, errr ....?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving between the two of them again, obviously waiting for their names.

"He's Jethro. I'm the Doctor," the Time Lord supplied, glancing around the room. "Will this take long? I ...." He bit his lip, glancing at John. "I'm a bit nervous, you see. This is the first time I've ever considered doing anything like this -- Jethro's managed to talk me into it, against my better judgement."

John shook his head, spreading his hands and nodding towards a large table in the center of the room. "No, it doesn't take long at all. I try to make it quick -- it hurts less if it's done rapidly. There's a bit of pain involved, but really, it's not so bad. And the personal advantages are well worth a little pain, at least to my way of thinking."

Jethro was relieved that John didn't seem interested in asking the Doctor just what he was a doctor of; that seemed to be the usual question they came across when the Time Lord introduced himself. But this man didn't seem to be curious, and Jethro was grateful for that. He didn't even seem to be intrigued by the fact that they were obviously lovers.

"Now, if you'll take off your clothes and lie down on that table, we can get started," John told the Doctor, turning towards a smaller table that contained a pot of hot wax and cloth strips. "How much are you having done?"

"All of it," Jethro said, feeling amused when John's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The Doctor looked uncomfortable, as though he wanted to cross his arms over the front of his body to cover himself -- and he wasn't even undressed yet. "I thought it would be best to get it all done at once," the young man explained, his eyes meeting his lover's.

"That's certainly no problem," John told them, turning to the pot of wax and stirring it a bit. "I'll give you a few moments to get ready, Doctor, and then we can begin. It shouldn't take too long -- just lie down and relax."

The Doctor began to remove his jacket slowly, then unbutton his shirt, his eyes still on Jethro's. The young man moved across the room to help his lover with the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the Doctor's cheek as he did. He could feel the Time Lord trembling, and he had to resist the urge to hug him.

"It won't be that bad," he whispered, placing his palm on the Doctor's cheek and stroking his fingertips over that soft skin. "Please don't be scared, love. I'll be right here with you, and it doesn't take all that long." His lips brushed against the Doctor's mouth before he pulled away to lay the shirt and jacket over a nearby chair.

The Doctor fumbled with the button on his pants, finally managing to loosen it and push the fabric down his long legs. When he straightened up and handed his pants to Jethro, the young man almost wanted to laugh; the Time Lord's cheeks were red, the blush of embarrassment unmistakable. He'd never seen the Doctor in this state before.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said softly, leaning close to the Doctor and whispering in his ear. "John sees things like this every day. He's not going to think this is anything out of the ordinary." Jethro hoped that what he was saying was true; he didn't want the Doctor to become even more tense and nervous than he already was.

"Of course I do," John said cheerfully, indicating the table with a wave of his hand. "This is what I deal with every day -- one person is much the same as any other." The Doctor nodded, swallowing audibly as he gingerly settled himself on the table and leaned back. Every line of his body betrayed his tension; Jethro couldn't help frowning.

He went to the side of the table and took his lover's hand, looking down at the Doctor. "Don't be so tense," he said softly, brushing back a few strands of tawny hair that had fallen into the Time Lord's face. "This really doesn't take long, and it's much more hygienic not to have all that hair in the way."

"Right you are," John told him, moving to the other side of the table. He had a spatula-shaped object in his hand; it was dipped into the pot of wax, the gooey substance spread over the Doctor's chest and stomach. "This will only take a few moments, and then we'll move on to the more difficult areas."

John waited a few minutes, then placed cloth strips over the wax, pressing them firmly into the warm substance. Jethro's breath caught in his throat when he gripped the edge of one strip and pulled on it; the Doctor's hands curled into fists, but he only gasped, his dark eyes widening. His teeth sank into his lower lip when the second strip was pulled off, but he didn't cry out.

"There, done," John said as the last strip was pulled off. Jethro clasped the Doctor's hand; the Time Lord was a little pale, but otherwise, he seemed to be all right. "Not so bad, was it? I must say, you're quieter than most men I've waxed."

"I don't expect I'll be so quiet when you're taking care of .... other areas," the Doctor admitted, letting out his breath. Jethro squeezed his hand, reaching out with his free hand to run his fingertips over the Doctor's chest. The Time Lord's eyes widened in surprise, his eyes meeting Jethro's.

"It feels different," he murmured, lifting his own hand to touch his skin. "As though it's a bit more sensitive."

"That's one of the benefits of waxing," John said, his voice taking on a professional tone. "There's increased sensitivity, and most men find that to be a big plus. I personally find it much more attractive, as well, though that's a matter of personal taste."

"My boyfriend seems to think that way, too," the Doctor said softly, looking up at Jethro. His lover leaned down to kiss him, not caring if John was watching. He probably saw men kiss every day, Jethro reasoned, throwing him a glance; John didn't seem to notice their kiss. He was busy with another spatula, and more cloth strips.

"Now, if you could spread your legs for me, Doctor," John said, his tone of voice neutral and pleasant. Jethro could feel the Doctor's muscles tense, but the Time Lord did as he was told, his gaze moving to Jethro's. He kept the Doctor's hand held firmly in his own, wanting to be as reassuring as he possibly could.

"Just relax," John said, spreading the wax and then adhering the cloth. The Doctor's fingers tightened around Jethro's, his eyes squeezing closed. When the cloth was pulled away, he let out a sharp, short cry, his fingers clenching around his young lover's even more tightly, but he didn't move.

Once that was done, Jethro could feel the Doctor relax -- until John told him to turn over onto his stomach. The Doctor's brows rose; he looked surprised, shooting Jethro a glance but obeying John's instructions. "I was under the impression that was all ....?"

Jethro shook his head, running a gentle hand down the Doctor's back and leaning close to him. "Just a bit more, love, and then we can go back to the hotel. It won't be long now," he added, giving the Doctor's hand another reassuring squeeze. It was taking longer than he'd remembered, but then, he was used to this.

The Doctor sighed, looking a bit alarmed when John spread his thighs a little and reached for the pot of warm wax again. "Errr .... exactly where do you intend on using that? I'm not quite sure I follow."

Jethro glanced at John, nodding, then drew a finger down the cleft of the Doctor's ass. "He's going to get all the hair off, Doctor."

The Doctor groaned softly, closing his eyes and resting his head on his arms. "All right then, best to get it over with quickly. Go ahead -- I suppose I don't have much of a choice now that it's gone this far." Jethro kept a hand on his shoulder, feeling how tense the Gallifreyan still was. Well, he'd take care of that when they got back to the hotel.

Jethro almost winced as the warm wax was applied to the Doctor's balls and between his cheeks; that had been the hardest part of his body to have waxed, and he could well remember just how nervous he'd been the first time. He could sense the tension in the Time Lord, and he kept his hand on the Doctor's shoulders, wanting to reassure him in any way he could.

The Time Lord let out a stifled gasp when the cloth strips were pulled away; Jethro could tell that he was biting down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from crying out any louder. He'd done the same thing himself, so he certainly didn't blame the Doctor for his reaction. Finally, it was done, and they both let out sighs of relief.

"I'll give you two time to get yourselves situated," John said, heading for the door. "Come out to the front when you're ready, and I'll write up the charges."

Jethro nodded, waiting for the door to close before he turned to the Doctor. The Time Lord was sitting up, looking down at himself, moving one hand across his chest as though he couldn't believe that his skin was smooth now. Jethro went over to the table, wrapping both arms around the Time Lord's slender waist and leaning forward to press soft lips against one nipple.

"I can't wait to get you into bed," he murmured, his appreciative eyes taking in the Doctor's body. He'd always thought this man was gorgeous; but now, he couldn't keep his eyes off the Doctor. He wasn't sure that he'd be able to wait until they made it back to the hotel room.

"Does it actually look .... bigger?" the Doctor asked, a pink flush spreading over his cheeks. He didn't meet Jethro's eyes; the young man had to suppress a giggle, realizing that the Doctor was embarrassed to be asking such a question. One hand moved between the Time Lord's legs, cupping his cock and making the Gallifreyan gasp and push his hips forward.

"Yes, it does," Jethro whispered into his lover's ear, pulling the Doctor close against him and wishing that they could lock the door and make love here. But no, he'd have to wait, and hope that he could make it back to the hotel with the Doctor before his libido took on a mind of its own and asserted itself.

"It feels a bit odd," the Doctor confessed, still looking down at himself. "But I could get used to not having hair in the way." One hand went to his head, fingers threading through his hair. "Just don't expect me to shave this off. That's where I draw the line."

Laughing, the young man tightened his arms around his lover, shaking head head. "Never. I love running my fingers through it too much. And I need something to hold on to when I'm behind you sometimes," he added wickedly, making the Doctor groan and squirm against him.

"You always know the right things to say, don't you?" the Time Lord said, reluctantly pulling away from Jethro and reaching for his clothes. He made a face as he pulled up his pants and zipped them, shaking his hips as though the sensation of fabric against his now-smooth flesh felt strange.

"Not always," Jethro told him, reaching for his lover's hand and opening the door. Going to the front desk, he pulled out his wallet, glad that he'd been able to access his bank account when he and the Doctor had stopped on his home planet -- and his time -- not too long ago. It made traveling a great deal easier, and his parents never questioned where he was.

Nor who he was with, Jethro thought disparagingly, tucking his wallet back into his pocket after paying. It was as though they'd decided they didn't want to know who he was with, or even what he was doing, as long as they didn't have to deal with him. Which was fine with him -- he was only too happy to leave them out of his life.

He had the only person he wanted in his life, he told himself, slipping an arm around the Doctor's slender waist as they headed for the door. And at the moment, he couldn't wait to get this man back to their hotel room and out of his clothes. His mind was already full of plans for the evening -- and for the rest of their time here, as well.

The Doctor heaved a sigh once they were out on the street, giving Jethro a wry smile. "Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to have this done in the 21st century, was it? Their methods seemed a bit .... primitive."

Jethro couldn't help but agree; the process had been very different from the easy, automated one he was used to. But then, things were usually better in the future, he told himself, almost wishing that they'd waited until they were back there. But he couldn't deny that the sight of the Doctor sprawled out on that table had been .... well, sexy.

"Maybe we could have," he said aloud, glancing at the Doctor as he spoke, "but then you wouldn't have been able to get the, ah, full experience."

"Jethro Cane." The Doctor stopped walking, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with his hands resting on his slender hips, a look of indignation on his handsome face. "You purposely wanted me to get this done in this time, didn't you?"

He couldn't help laughing at the Doctor's expression, spreading his hands out in front of him and adopting an expression that he hoped didn't look guilty. "What can I say? I wanted you to get the full treatment the first time you had this done. And I wanted to see just how you would react to it."

"I should lock you out of the bedroom," the Doctor pouted, his lower lip jutting out. "That was .... mean, Jethro. Just mean."

Jethro was sure that he could see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of the Time Lord's lips; he was even more sure a moment later when the Gallifreyan ducked his head, raising his hand to cover his mouth. Laughing, he wound both arms around the other man's waist, pulling the Doctor close and brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked, doing his best to sound contrite. "I'll let you have free rein over my body once we're back at the hotel, I promise. You can do anything you want -- or get me to do anything to you, more likely." He held out his hands, holding his wrists together as though they were bound. "Your slave, sir."

"That sounds like a fair trade to me," the Doctor said softly, his dark eyes meeting Jethro's. There was no mistaking the smile that spread across his features, the sparkle in those eyes. Jethro could almost swear that he could literally feel his heart melting; whenever the Doctor looked at him like that, he'd agree to anything, for any reason.

"Then let's get back to the hotel," he murmured, heading in the direction of their hotel with the Doctor beside him. "The sooner we get back there, then the sooner we can get started on .... whatever it is you want me to do."

"That sounds like a marvellous idea to me," the Doctor told him, his steps picking up speed as the neared the place they were staying, the tone of his voice sending a thrill of anticipation down Jethro's spine. He had the idea that they would be spending the remainder of their time here locked inside their bedroom -- and he definitely had no complaints about that.

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