Welcome to the TARDIS (Part 3 in my Peter/DW crossover trilogy)
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/26874.html - Dear Peter
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/30513.html - Flowers
A rather pretty young man shuffled his feet at the edge of Kensington Gardens. He ran a hand through his short hair as he stared at the large blue ‘Police Call’ box in front of him.
A light breeze ruffled his knee-length coat, and he took a tentative step towards the box.
He paused, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a tallish, rather attractive man opened the door. His dark hair was sexily mussed up.
“Who the hell are you?” Peter asked, shocked: he’d been expecting Claude.
“Captain Jack Harkness, who the hell are you?” the attractive man looked Peter up and down, smiled, sighed, and called “Doctor!” over his shoulder.
Peter glanced past the attractive man and gasped. The interior of the box was … well, it was very large.
Suddenly Jack was pushed aside and Peter was swept up in a hug that might have caused him serious harm if not for Claire Bennet’s ability.
“You came,” whispered a voice that made Peter’s insides melt.
“Of course I did …” Peter murmured back, kissing Claude on the lips. “I fucking love you.”
Jack snickered. “Awww … isn’t that sweet?”
“Sod off, Jack …” Claude muttered pleasantly, nuzzling Peter’s neck and dragging him into the TARDIS.
Jack closed the door and watched as Peter fell backwards onto the TARDIS dash and be kissed for several minutes by Claude. “Get a room, you two … there’s plenty to choose from …”
Peter started to get off the dash, wrapping his legs around Claude’s waist. “It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside …” he gazed around with wide eyes.
Jack snorted. “Don’t I get an invite to this?” he asked
Claude looked over his shoulder and Claude glared as only Claude could glare. “No. And if you watch us, I will find a way to keep you to dead, Jack!”
Jack winced. “Ooooo, such harsh words …”
Claude rolled his eyes and dragged Peter off down the hall.
After a few minutes of fidgeting, Jack turned on one of the monitors. “Well, at least I’ll die happy …” he smiled, leaning back and watching the screen.
~*~
Peter awoke in an unfamiliar - though comfortable - bed. He stirred slightly, and realized his was completely naked.
Peter sat up and looked around: he was in a smallish, cozy room with blue walls and no windows. A set of new clothes was laid out on the armchair, along with his jacket: Peter floated them over to him, got dressed, got out of bed, and opened the door.
He wandered several long and confusing hallways until he found a map and got back to the room where he’d entered this … ship?
Angry voices reached his ears before he rounded the corner: Claude, and that man Jack.
“I explicitly asked you not to watch us … you dirty, you sick …” Claude was saying.
“Oh come on! Sex it up with a pretty boy and you expect me to just sit around when there’s a monitor a few feet away?!” Jack retorted. “You know me better than that, Doctor!”
“I’m going to kill you.” Claude hissed.
Jack laughed. “Kinda impossible, but take your best shot.”
Peter peeked around the corner and gasped, feeling his eyes widen with shock.
Jack had shoved Claude onto the ground. He was straddling Peter’s invisible man and kissing him.
“Oh no you don’t!” Peter yelled, fully entering the room and throwing Jack into a wall with telekinesis.
Claude stood up, giving Peter a look of immense pride. Peter beamed.
“What the hell was that?” Jack muttered, staggering to his feet and rubbing his arm.
“Sorry, forgot to mention, Peter’s an empath,” Claude smiled, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Came into contact with a telekinetic …”
“You … you watched us?” Peter asked, a squeamish look on his face.
Jack crossed his arms. “I would have participated, but apparently you’re off-limits, according to the designated-driver.” He scowled.
“That’s right. You’re not touching Peter. I invited him here because I’m in love with him, not so you could molest him.” Claude’s hold on Peter tightened.
“What’s so special about him? And it’s not like I want him all to myself … don’t you understand the concept of sharing?”
Peter blinked. “Wait … are you … are you suggesting we have a … a threesome?”
Jack nodded. “Yes!”
There was silence. Peter glanced at Claude. “You know weird people.”
“Hey! I’m not the one who just tossed someone into a wall with my mind!” Jack pointed out.
Claude sighed, ignoring Jack. “Jack is a bit … eccentric sometimes …” he shrugged.
“That’s the understatement of the century … speaking of centuries, where to, Doctor?” Jack approached the console. “Past, present, future?”
Claude let go of Peter and began studying several odd monitors and flicking through some post-it notes with circles drawn on them. “Dunno … I’ve half a mind to land in Raxacoricofallapatorius and leave you there after those comments about Peter.”
“Would he even mind, though? You haven’t directly asked him, Doctor!” Jack looked meaningfully at Peter, who was staring at the console with a confused expression on his face.
Claude sighed very loudly and turned to Peter. “Ok, fine! Peter, would you mind participating in a threesome with me and Jack?”
Peter was getting a annoyed. He was inside what could only be a spaceship that was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside - which alone boggled his brain - he was back with Claude again, and a random man was pleading to have sex with them both at the same time. “Fine, whatever! Just stop arguing! Why does he keep calling you ‘Doctor’? And you never mentioned having a blue spaceship -”
Peter was cut off by Claude and Jack pouncing on him.
It was the strangest sensation Peter had ever experienced in his life. There were hands and lips all over him. He tried desperately to respond only to Claude, but it was confusing as Claude had shaven since New York.
“Oh my …” Peter gasped as the three of them fell down onto the floor, one of them accidentally pulling a lever that made the consol light up and start making very strange noises.
Soon the room began to spin about, but Peter didn’t pay much attention to that as Jack had managed to pull most of his clothes off by now and Claude was over him and whose mouth was that and this was so confusing …
Now Claude was passing a tin of something to Jack. Peter started feeling a bit apprehensive, until Claude kissed his lips and squeezed his hand.
“Welcome to the TARDIS …”
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/30513.html - Flowers
A rather pretty young man shuffled his feet at the edge of Kensington Gardens. He ran a hand through his short hair as he stared at the large blue ‘Police Call’ box in front of him.
A light breeze ruffled his knee-length coat, and he took a tentative step towards the box.
He paused, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a tallish, rather attractive man opened the door. His dark hair was sexily mussed up.
“Who the hell are you?” Peter asked, shocked: he’d been expecting Claude.
“Captain Jack Harkness, who the hell are you?” the attractive man looked Peter up and down, smiled, sighed, and called “Doctor!” over his shoulder.
Peter glanced past the attractive man and gasped. The interior of the box was … well, it was very large.
Suddenly Jack was pushed aside and Peter was swept up in a hug that might have caused him serious harm if not for Claire Bennet’s ability.
“You came,” whispered a voice that made Peter’s insides melt.
“Of course I did …” Peter murmured back, kissing Claude on the lips. “I fucking love you.”
Jack snickered. “Awww … isn’t that sweet?”
“Sod off, Jack …” Claude muttered pleasantly, nuzzling Peter’s neck and dragging him into the TARDIS.
Jack closed the door and watched as Peter fell backwards onto the TARDIS dash and be kissed for several minutes by Claude. “Get a room, you two … there’s plenty to choose from …”
Peter started to get off the dash, wrapping his legs around Claude’s waist. “It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside …” he gazed around with wide eyes.
Jack snorted. “Don’t I get an invite to this?” he asked
Claude looked over his shoulder and Claude glared as only Claude could glare. “No. And if you watch us, I will find a way to keep you to dead, Jack!”
Jack winced. “Ooooo, such harsh words …”
Claude rolled his eyes and dragged Peter off down the hall.
After a few minutes of fidgeting, Jack turned on one of the monitors. “Well, at least I’ll die happy …” he smiled, leaning back and watching the screen.
~*~
Peter awoke in an unfamiliar - though comfortable - bed. He stirred slightly, and realized his was completely naked.
Peter sat up and looked around: he was in a smallish, cozy room with blue walls and no windows. A set of new clothes was laid out on the armchair, along with his jacket: Peter floated them over to him, got dressed, got out of bed, and opened the door.
He wandered several long and confusing hallways until he found a map and got back to the room where he’d entered this … ship?
Angry voices reached his ears before he rounded the corner: Claude, and that man Jack.
“I explicitly asked you not to watch us … you dirty, you sick …” Claude was saying.
“Oh come on! Sex it up with a pretty boy and you expect me to just sit around when there’s a monitor a few feet away?!” Jack retorted. “You know me better than that, Doctor!”
“I’m going to kill you.” Claude hissed.
Jack laughed. “Kinda impossible, but take your best shot.”
Peter peeked around the corner and gasped, feeling his eyes widen with shock.
Jack had shoved Claude onto the ground. He was straddling Peter’s invisible man and kissing him.
“Oh no you don’t!” Peter yelled, fully entering the room and throwing Jack into a wall with telekinesis.
Claude stood up, giving Peter a look of immense pride. Peter beamed.
“What the hell was that?” Jack muttered, staggering to his feet and rubbing his arm.
“Sorry, forgot to mention, Peter’s an empath,” Claude smiled, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Came into contact with a telekinetic …”
“You … you watched us?” Peter asked, a squeamish look on his face.
Jack crossed his arms. “I would have participated, but apparently you’re off-limits, according to the designated-driver.” He scowled.
“That’s right. You’re not touching Peter. I invited him here because I’m in love with him, not so you could molest him.” Claude’s hold on Peter tightened.
“What’s so special about him? And it’s not like I want him all to myself … don’t you understand the concept of sharing?”
Peter blinked. “Wait … are you … are you suggesting we have a … a threesome?”
Jack nodded. “Yes!”
There was silence. Peter glanced at Claude. “You know weird people.”
“Hey! I’m not the one who just tossed someone into a wall with my mind!” Jack pointed out.
Claude sighed, ignoring Jack. “Jack is a bit … eccentric sometimes …” he shrugged.
“That’s the understatement of the century … speaking of centuries, where to, Doctor?” Jack approached the console. “Past, present, future?”
Claude let go of Peter and began studying several odd monitors and flicking through some post-it notes with circles drawn on them. “Dunno … I’ve half a mind to land in Raxacoricofallapatorius and leave you there after those comments about Peter.”
“Would he even mind, though? You haven’t directly asked him, Doctor!” Jack looked meaningfully at Peter, who was staring at the console with a confused expression on his face.
Claude sighed very loudly and turned to Peter. “Ok, fine! Peter, would you mind participating in a threesome with me and Jack?”
Peter was getting a annoyed. He was inside what could only be a spaceship that was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside - which alone boggled his brain - he was back with Claude again, and a random man was pleading to have sex with them both at the same time. “Fine, whatever! Just stop arguing! Why does he keep calling you ‘Doctor’? And you never mentioned having a blue spaceship -”
Peter was cut off by Claude and Jack pouncing on him.
It was the strangest sensation Peter had ever experienced in his life. There were hands and lips all over him. He tried desperately to respond only to Claude, but it was confusing as Claude had shaven since New York.
“Oh my …” Peter gasped as the three of them fell down onto the floor, one of them accidentally pulling a lever that made the consol light up and start making very strange noises.
Soon the room began to spin about, but Peter didn’t pay much attention to that as Jack had managed to pull most of his clothes off by now and Claude was over him and whose mouth was that and this was so confusing …
Now Claude was passing a tin of something to Jack. Peter started feeling a bit apprehensive, until Claude kissed his lips and squeezed his hand.
“Welcome to the TARDIS …”