Tourists (3/3)
anonymous
September 24 2011, 23:42:58 UTC
Rose pulling her dress over her head and kicking off her sandals drew his attention back to the girl in front of him. As he watched she slowly removed her bra, then, biting her lip again-god help him-stepped out of her knickers as well.
Before he could comment, she was kissing him again, and attacking the ties on his trousers, moving fast like she thought the proceedings would be put to a halt any second. He wondered just how sexually adventurous this couple was, or if this was all quite new to them. He decided he didn’t care when her hand dipped inside to stroke him.
“Condoms,” said the only person in the room not currently fixated on his cock.
“Wha?” He lifted his head.
“Where do you keep the condoms?” the Doctor repeated, sounding a bit urgent himself. Peter pointed absently and muttered.
A few seconds later, and thankfully before he go off in this pretty blonde’s hand, a small foil packet was placed in his palm. He locked eyes with the Doctor, now standing right next to them.
“Just so we’re clear,” Peter said, because he’d recently re-learned that in situations like this that it was best to have set parameters, “You’re letting me fuck your wife.”
The other man considered, his neck tense, his jaw working without any sound for a moment before a squeaky, “Yeah,” came out. He cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said more convincingly. Then the Doctor moved behind him and Peter felt the other man’s hands on his hips. “Yes,” the Doctor repeated. “If I can fuck you.”
Peter’s eyes widened as those hands roughly tugged at his trousers. Well, he thought, as the three of them began to tumble to the rug, an identical alien and his wife? Stranger things have-no, stranger things have probably never happened.
- - -
He came embarrassingly quickly. Could anyone blame him? Arguably the sexiest bloke he'd ever fucked, stroking him from inside with what felt like a glorious cock, beautiful woman and tight, wet pussy wrapped around his? He was only human. But he'd be damned if he left these two wanting.
“Hang on, hang on,” he muttered, fighting through the lethargy. The Doctor paused for a moment, pulling back long enough for Peter to shift out of and off the girl and haphazardly ditch the condom.
“Chair,” Peter mumbled and Rose got the hint, smiling sinfully as she pulled herself up onto the low chair.
Immediately he crawled towards her on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his head between them. Ah, this. He loved this, he thought as he lapped at her, ignoring the leftover hint of latex. Ginger hadn't cared for oral, and though he'd fucked Amy a couple times in front of Charley, going down on her was deemed too intimate. But not this one. Rose, as if he hadn’t already gleaned this, was quite the goer, moaning, and writhing and calling to God and her Doctor. And when said Doctor pushed back into him, damn if he didn't start to get hard again.
Rose came, pulling fiercely at his hair, and he could swear his now neglected cock twitched in response. She made soft, contented noises as her body relaxed, stroking the smoothly shaved skin on his cheek where on her man lay scratchy sideburns. And then he just held on, pillowing his head against her as the Doctor sped up his thrusts behind him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gritting his teeth.
“Doctor,” Rose said softly, like she was reminding him of something.
“Oh fine,” he heard the Doctor mutter.
And then to his immense relief, Peter felt one of the hands that had been clutching his hips reach for his cock and begin stroking him in time.
He lasted a bit longer this round, coming over the Doctors talented fingers only seconds after the other man.
He fell from Rose’s lap onto the floor in a boneless heap.
Well… That had certainly been interesting. Really, just some pretty amazing three-way sex (which he’d had more than his fair share of)... once you got past the face thing, which there was really no way of getting past. He was still trying to wrap his head around it. He wondered where that glass of Midori had been set down…
“Huh,” the Doctor said again, curiously, stroking his other hand down Peter’s back.
Re: Tourists (3/3)
anonymous
September 25 2011, 05:42:31 UTC
That's always nice to hear. :) I almost faded to black above the ---, because it amused me to do so, but I'd actually written most of the smut first, so I kept it. ;)
Re: Tourists (3/3)
anonymous
February 16 2012, 16:09:17 UTC
Yup. I only know because I title them with numbers until I post them. The dream one on the last page of the meme was my 20th. (Why am I bothering to be anon? Lol)
Happy to be your role model! Hope I can inspire you write many Peter/Charley fics! ;)
Before he could comment, she was kissing him again, and attacking the ties on his trousers, moving fast like she thought the proceedings would be put to a halt any second. He wondered just how sexually adventurous this couple was, or if this was all quite new to them. He decided he didn’t care when her hand dipped inside to stroke him.
“Condoms,” said the only person in the room not currently fixated on his cock.
“Wha?” He lifted his head.
“Where do you keep the condoms?” the Doctor repeated, sounding a bit urgent himself. Peter pointed absently and muttered.
A few seconds later, and thankfully before he go off in this pretty blonde’s hand, a small foil packet was placed in his palm. He locked eyes with the Doctor, now standing right next to them.
“Just so we’re clear,” Peter said, because he’d recently re-learned that in situations like this that it was best to have set parameters, “You’re letting me fuck your wife.”
The other man considered, his neck tense, his jaw working without any sound for a moment before a squeaky, “Yeah,” came out. He cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said more convincingly. Then the Doctor moved behind him and Peter felt the other man’s hands on his hips. “Yes,” the Doctor repeated. “If I can fuck you.”
Peter’s eyes widened as those hands roughly tugged at his trousers. Well, he thought, as the three of them began to tumble to the rug, an identical alien and his wife? Stranger things have-no, stranger things have probably never happened.
- - -
He came embarrassingly quickly. Could anyone blame him? Arguably the sexiest bloke he'd ever fucked, stroking him from inside with what felt like a glorious cock, beautiful woman and tight, wet pussy wrapped around his? He was only human. But he'd be damned if he left these two wanting.
“Hang on, hang on,” he muttered, fighting through the lethargy. The Doctor paused for a moment, pulling back long enough for Peter to shift out of and off the girl and haphazardly ditch the condom.
“Chair,” Peter mumbled and Rose got the hint, smiling sinfully as she pulled herself up onto the low chair.
Immediately he crawled towards her on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his head between them. Ah, this. He loved this, he thought as he lapped at her, ignoring the leftover hint of latex. Ginger hadn't cared for oral, and though he'd fucked Amy a couple times in front of Charley, going down on her was deemed too intimate. But not this one. Rose, as if he hadn’t already gleaned this, was quite the goer, moaning, and writhing and calling to God and her Doctor. And when said Doctor pushed back into him, damn if he didn't start to get hard again.
Rose came, pulling fiercely at his hair, and he could swear his now neglected cock twitched in response. She made soft, contented noises as her body relaxed, stroking the smoothly shaved skin on his cheek where on her man lay scratchy sideburns. And then he just held on, pillowing his head against her as the Doctor sped up his thrusts behind him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gritting his teeth.
“Doctor,” Rose said softly, like she was reminding him of something.
“Oh fine,” he heard the Doctor mutter.
And then to his immense relief, Peter felt one of the hands that had been clutching his hips reach for his cock and begin stroking him in time.
He lasted a bit longer this round, coming over the Doctors talented fingers only seconds after the other man.
He fell from Rose’s lap onto the floor in a boneless heap.
Well… That had certainly been interesting. Really, just some pretty amazing three-way sex (which he’d had more than his fair share of)... once you got past the face thing, which there was really no way of getting past. He was still trying to wrap his head around it. He wondered where that glass of Midori had been set down…
“Huh,” the Doctor said again, curiously, stroking his other hand down Peter’s back.
“What?” Peter mumbled.
“No mole.”
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“No mole.”
lol
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You're welcome.
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That's just...all I'm capable of, I'm sorry. :)
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Thanks!
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HOW did I miss this in my first two read-throughs of the meme?!?! Holy...holy everything! So, so hot!
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This was liKe my...second (i think?) FN fic. I just put up my twentieth the other day! I'm glad this one still holds up! ;)
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20? Holy crap. I think you're my new LJ role model haha. I'm working on my third right now
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Happy to be your role model! Hope I can inspire you write many Peter/Charley fics! ;)
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Peter/Charley is my FN OTP; I definitely plan to write more!
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