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Doctor Who: Exploring the Pipes, (2/Jamie, Victoria), Adult.
Title: Exploring the Pipes
Author: Van Donovan
Rating: Adult
Characters: the second Doctor, Jamie McCrimmon, Victoria Waterfield
Pairings: Two/Jamie
Word count: 1,472.
Warnings: Slash and graphic sex, set during "Fury From the Deep." Horrible punny title, I'm sorry.
Summary: The Doctor and Jamie set off to look at the pipeline--alone.
Notes: This is set in the middle of episode one of "Fury From the Deep." lithrael wanted some porn, so what Lith wants, Lith gets, and I had wanted to write something like this ever since I first watched "Fury From the Deep."
(Crossposted to two_love and dw_slash)
Jamie was perplexed. “Where are we going?” It was dangerous to be too loud in their hidden spot, watching Baxter on the monitor, relaying information about the strange thumping in the pipes back to a disbelieving Robson, but he couldn’t resist talking. There was a mystery to be solved.
“I want to take another look at that pipeline,” the Doctor explained. “Come on, Jamie.” Together, the two of them moved away from the window, unobserved. Quietly, they began to creep down the corridor. As they did so, Victoria made to follow them from behind.
The Doctor suddenly stopped and turned back to her. “Aah, Victoria, no. Not you. I think it’d better if, uh, if you, uh, stayed back in the bunk room, mm?”
“Why is that?” Victoria asked, confused.
“Well, ah, it’s not really the sort of job for a young girl, is it? I promise we shan’t be long.” The Doctor gave Victoria’s hand a fond squeeze and she was won over.
“All right,” she said, turning to go.
“Oh, and, Victoria?” Jamie called, turning back to her. He gave her a wink and a knowing nod of thanks, before laughing softly and hurrying back to the Doctor’s side.
It wasn’t long before the pair had turned the corridor, leaving Victoria behind. “That wasn’t very nice of you, you know,” Jamie scolded kindly. “There’s no reason Victoria couldn’t come look at those pipes with us,” he said.
The Doctor was taking long strides, a determined expression on his face. “Oh, I know Jamie, and I do feel badly about it. I promise I’ll apologize to her later.” He reached out and gripped Jamie’s arm, pulling the boy to a halt. Surreptitiously he looked down the corridors, but saw no one. “I just need to be with you very badly right now, Jamie,” he explained patiently. “Victoria understands that.”
“Aye, and so do I,” Jamie agreed, unable to help but be pleased by the answer. “But y’ could still try t’ be kinder about it. She doesn’t like being left behind.”
“I know, but I’ve never claimed to be a very intuitive man.” The Doctor located an access door to the lower levels of the refinery and pushed it open. “Come on, Jamie. Quickly, now,” he insisted, pushing the young man into the other room. The door had barely clattered shut before the Doctor’s insistent hands were pushing Jamie into the railing of the stairwell that led down. He crushed his mouth against Jamie’s urgently, dragging his hips up into the boy’s.
Jamie gasped and groaned, surprised at the Doctor’s unrelenting ardor. “Och, what’s got into you?” he asked, not unkindly.
“Oh, Jamie,” the Doctor murmured, kissing the boy’s neck before beginning to gather the heavy wool of Jamie’s kilt into his hands, tucking it up into his belt. “It’s been on my mind ever since we were trapped in that cabin. You were on my shoulders and I kept looking up. I really shouldn’t have, but I can’t ever help myself. Oh,” he kissed Jamie’s mouth once more before sinking down to his knees. “I never was very good with just looking, Jamie. I’ve always got to touch the things I’m interested in.” So saying, he pulled Jamie’s hardening cock to his mouth, greedily sucking it in, foreskin and all.
Jamie let out a very indignant groan, gripping the railing behind him. He sucked in air through his teeth, already breathing heavily. “Holy hell! Och, Doctor, slow down!”
It was as if the Doctor hadn’t heard him at all.
The Doctor pulled off long enough to push Jamie’s foreskin back, but then his mouth was hard at work again, tongue mercilessly attacking the hardened flesh. The sound of Jamie’s heavy breathing overhead was intoxicating. He knew this was too much, that the boy would never be able to last at this rate, and he gave a delighted hum and didn’t let up. Overpowering Jamie with pleasure was one of his very favorite things to do in life.
“Doctor,” Jamie moaned. One hand released the railing, fingers tangling in the Doctor’s shaggy black mop of hair, tugging desperately. “Och, please,” he begged. Unable to help himself, Jamie’s hips rolled, thrusting his cock deeper into the Doctor’s mouth.
It did nothing to faze him though; the Doctor was used to this, by now. He knew how Jamie reacted in situations like this and loved every moment of it. He kept his left hand on the base of Jamie’s cock, stroking intently, and used the right to palm the boy’s heavy sac. It felt so wonderfully warm, and he delighted in the way the touch made Jamie arch his back and jut his hips forward.
Pulling his mouth away for just a second, the Doctor murmured, “Good boy,” before returning to the task he had begun. He let up a little, only so Jamie wouldn’t explode quite so immediately. With practiced grace, the Doctor slid the hand he had on the base of Jamie’s cock up the length, until his thumb and index finger were quite slippery with his saliva. He slid the hand back down, then, uncupping Jamie’s sac, switched the placement of his hands, so he was stroking the boy with his right, and his left was gently knuckling the boy’s frenulum.
Jamie groaned above him and the Doctor hummed again, aware he was able to give a more satisfying stroke with his right hand. He set about deftly using his left. Index finger still slicked from his saliva, the Doctor pressed the digit against Jamie’s tight opening. As expected, the boy’s hips jerked erratically at the touch, and the Doctor had to fight back the need to cough around the large, throbbing cock in his mouth. Relentlessly he kept up the pressure, barely noticing the ache beginning in his knees on the hard stairwell landing. At last, Jamie’s body yielded.
Moaning around Jamie’s cock with his own satisfaction, the Doctor pushed his finger up inside the boy, shivering at the way Jamie tightened and relaxed around him. One of Jamie’s feet came up, heel hooking on the bottom rung of the stairwell, to better accept the finger. The boy’s hand tightened on his hair even more. “Doctor,” he gasped, hips twitching uncontrollably as he struggled to keep from thrusting into that mouth while at the same rocking back onto the welcome intrusion of the Doctor’s finger. “God, Doctor.”
Pleased at the desperation in the boy’s voice, the Doctor gave his finger a little twist and wriggle, hollowing his cheeks out as he sucked harder.
Jamie let out a strangled cry, his voice echoing in the chamber, and shot off, hot and heavy, into the Doctor’s mouth. His hips worked frantically for several seconds as the orgasm ripped through him. Shuddering once, he finally stilled, though his breathing came heavily.
Fondly, the Doctor swallowed and looked up at the boy, drinking in his bliss filled face. He eased off Jamie’s cock, and sat back on his heels, relishing in how debauched the boy looked with a finger still up his rear and one leg hooked over the railing rung to better accommodate it. How wonderful it made him feel to make Jamie so happy. He pulled his finger back at last, wiping it clean on his handkerchief. “That was very nice, Jamie,” he said into the silence.
“Aye,” Jamie agreed, foot slipping off the rung. His kilt swirled back around his legs and he sagged heavily into the railing. “Y’ don’t always have t’ be so . . . so frantic though,” he said, struggling to catch his breath. “It’s no’ like I’m goin’ anywhere.”
“I know,” the Doctor said, getting to his feet slowly. “But sometimes I can’t help it, Jamie. I like it when I can’t help it. It’s very nice to see you so overcome. And besides, I am slow when it counts,” he cheerfully said, stuffing his handkerchief away.
“That’s true,” Jamie agreed, dragging his eyes down the Doctor’s frame. “Suppose that’s my cue t’ turn around, eh?” he said with a crooked smile.
“Don’t be absurd, Jamie. We haven’t got time for fooling around like that.” The Doctor turned back to the stairs, beginning to descend. “This is very serious. We really have got to examine that pipeline. Come along now!”
Shaking his head in amusement, Jamie readjusted his sporran and, chuckling, followed the Doctor back down the stairs. “You’re a strange little man, Doctor, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his face serious and intent. Then he looked over his shoulder at Jamie and gave him an impish little smile. “So, thank you.”
Jamie reached him, putting two broad hands on the Doctor’s back to push him along, and said, “Och, it’s my pleasure, Doctor. It’ll always be my pleasure.”
Author: Van Donovan
Rating: Adult
Characters: the second Doctor, Jamie McCrimmon, Victoria Waterfield
Pairings: Two/Jamie
Word count: 1,472.
Warnings: Slash and graphic sex, set during "Fury From the Deep." Horrible punny title, I'm sorry.
Summary: The Doctor and Jamie set off to look at the pipeline--alone.
Notes: This is set in the middle of episode one of "Fury From the Deep." lithrael wanted some porn, so what Lith wants, Lith gets, and I had wanted to write something like this ever since I first watched "Fury From the Deep."
(Crossposted to two_love and dw_slash)
Jamie was perplexed. “Where are we going?” It was dangerous to be too loud in their hidden spot, watching Baxter on the monitor, relaying information about the strange thumping in the pipes back to a disbelieving Robson, but he couldn’t resist talking. There was a mystery to be solved.
“I want to take another look at that pipeline,” the Doctor explained. “Come on, Jamie.” Together, the two of them moved away from the window, unobserved. Quietly, they began to creep down the corridor. As they did so, Victoria made to follow them from behind.
The Doctor suddenly stopped and turned back to her. “Aah, Victoria, no. Not you. I think it’d better if, uh, if you, uh, stayed back in the bunk room, mm?”
“Why is that?” Victoria asked, confused.
“Well, ah, it’s not really the sort of job for a young girl, is it? I promise we shan’t be long.” The Doctor gave Victoria’s hand a fond squeeze and she was won over.
“All right,” she said, turning to go.
“Oh, and, Victoria?” Jamie called, turning back to her. He gave her a wink and a knowing nod of thanks, before laughing softly and hurrying back to the Doctor’s side.
It wasn’t long before the pair had turned the corridor, leaving Victoria behind. “That wasn’t very nice of you, you know,” Jamie scolded kindly. “There’s no reason Victoria couldn’t come look at those pipes with us,” he said.
The Doctor was taking long strides, a determined expression on his face. “Oh, I know Jamie, and I do feel badly about it. I promise I’ll apologize to her later.” He reached out and gripped Jamie’s arm, pulling the boy to a halt. Surreptitiously he looked down the corridors, but saw no one. “I just need to be with you very badly right now, Jamie,” he explained patiently. “Victoria understands that.”
“Aye, and so do I,” Jamie agreed, unable to help but be pleased by the answer. “But y’ could still try t’ be kinder about it. She doesn’t like being left behind.”
“I know, but I’ve never claimed to be a very intuitive man.” The Doctor located an access door to the lower levels of the refinery and pushed it open. “Come on, Jamie. Quickly, now,” he insisted, pushing the young man into the other room. The door had barely clattered shut before the Doctor’s insistent hands were pushing Jamie into the railing of the stairwell that led down. He crushed his mouth against Jamie’s urgently, dragging his hips up into the boy’s.
Jamie gasped and groaned, surprised at the Doctor’s unrelenting ardor. “Och, what’s got into you?” he asked, not unkindly.
“Oh, Jamie,” the Doctor murmured, kissing the boy’s neck before beginning to gather the heavy wool of Jamie’s kilt into his hands, tucking it up into his belt. “It’s been on my mind ever since we were trapped in that cabin. You were on my shoulders and I kept looking up. I really shouldn’t have, but I can’t ever help myself. Oh,” he kissed Jamie’s mouth once more before sinking down to his knees. “I never was very good with just looking, Jamie. I’ve always got to touch the things I’m interested in.” So saying, he pulled Jamie’s hardening cock to his mouth, greedily sucking it in, foreskin and all.
Jamie let out a very indignant groan, gripping the railing behind him. He sucked in air through his teeth, already breathing heavily. “Holy hell! Och, Doctor, slow down!”
It was as if the Doctor hadn’t heard him at all.
The Doctor pulled off long enough to push Jamie’s foreskin back, but then his mouth was hard at work again, tongue mercilessly attacking the hardened flesh. The sound of Jamie’s heavy breathing overhead was intoxicating. He knew this was too much, that the boy would never be able to last at this rate, and he gave a delighted hum and didn’t let up. Overpowering Jamie with pleasure was one of his very favorite things to do in life.
“Doctor,” Jamie moaned. One hand released the railing, fingers tangling in the Doctor’s shaggy black mop of hair, tugging desperately. “Och, please,” he begged. Unable to help himself, Jamie’s hips rolled, thrusting his cock deeper into the Doctor’s mouth.
It did nothing to faze him though; the Doctor was used to this, by now. He knew how Jamie reacted in situations like this and loved every moment of it. He kept his left hand on the base of Jamie’s cock, stroking intently, and used the right to palm the boy’s heavy sac. It felt so wonderfully warm, and he delighted in the way the touch made Jamie arch his back and jut his hips forward.
Pulling his mouth away for just a second, the Doctor murmured, “Good boy,” before returning to the task he had begun. He let up a little, only so Jamie wouldn’t explode quite so immediately. With practiced grace, the Doctor slid the hand he had on the base of Jamie’s cock up the length, until his thumb and index finger were quite slippery with his saliva. He slid the hand back down, then, uncupping Jamie’s sac, switched the placement of his hands, so he was stroking the boy with his right, and his left was gently knuckling the boy’s frenulum.
Jamie groaned above him and the Doctor hummed again, aware he was able to give a more satisfying stroke with his right hand. He set about deftly using his left. Index finger still slicked from his saliva, the Doctor pressed the digit against Jamie’s tight opening. As expected, the boy’s hips jerked erratically at the touch, and the Doctor had to fight back the need to cough around the large, throbbing cock in his mouth. Relentlessly he kept up the pressure, barely noticing the ache beginning in his knees on the hard stairwell landing. At last, Jamie’s body yielded.
Moaning around Jamie’s cock with his own satisfaction, the Doctor pushed his finger up inside the boy, shivering at the way Jamie tightened and relaxed around him. One of Jamie’s feet came up, heel hooking on the bottom rung of the stairwell, to better accept the finger. The boy’s hand tightened on his hair even more. “Doctor,” he gasped, hips twitching uncontrollably as he struggled to keep from thrusting into that mouth while at the same rocking back onto the welcome intrusion of the Doctor’s finger. “God, Doctor.”
Pleased at the desperation in the boy’s voice, the Doctor gave his finger a little twist and wriggle, hollowing his cheeks out as he sucked harder.
Jamie let out a strangled cry, his voice echoing in the chamber, and shot off, hot and heavy, into the Doctor’s mouth. His hips worked frantically for several seconds as the orgasm ripped through him. Shuddering once, he finally stilled, though his breathing came heavily.
Fondly, the Doctor swallowed and looked up at the boy, drinking in his bliss filled face. He eased off Jamie’s cock, and sat back on his heels, relishing in how debauched the boy looked with a finger still up his rear and one leg hooked over the railing rung to better accommodate it. How wonderful it made him feel to make Jamie so happy. He pulled his finger back at last, wiping it clean on his handkerchief. “That was very nice, Jamie,” he said into the silence.
“Aye,” Jamie agreed, foot slipping off the rung. His kilt swirled back around his legs and he sagged heavily into the railing. “Y’ don’t always have t’ be so . . . so frantic though,” he said, struggling to catch his breath. “It’s no’ like I’m goin’ anywhere.”
“I know,” the Doctor said, getting to his feet slowly. “But sometimes I can’t help it, Jamie. I like it when I can’t help it. It’s very nice to see you so overcome. And besides, I am slow when it counts,” he cheerfully said, stuffing his handkerchief away.
“That’s true,” Jamie agreed, dragging his eyes down the Doctor’s frame. “Suppose that’s my cue t’ turn around, eh?” he said with a crooked smile.
“Don’t be absurd, Jamie. We haven’t got time for fooling around like that.” The Doctor turned back to the stairs, beginning to descend. “This is very serious. We really have got to examine that pipeline. Come along now!”
Shaking his head in amusement, Jamie readjusted his sporran and, chuckling, followed the Doctor back down the stairs. “You’re a strange little man, Doctor, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his face serious and intent. Then he looked over his shoulder at Jamie and gave him an impish little smile. “So, thank you.”
Jamie reached him, putting two broad hands on the Doctor’s back to push him along, and said, “Och, it’s my pleasure, Doctor. It’ll always be my pleasure.”