Hearts Matt Smith/ David Tennant
Title: Hearts
Rating: tame.
Summary: before Matt takes over the roll of The Doctor, he must meet David.
Matt Smith stood in front of the mirror in the hallway staring at his own reflection. He stuck his hand out to his own image.
“Matt Smith, pleasure to meet you.” He shook his head and tried again. “Matt Smith, it’s such an honor!” A grimace passed over his face and he scowled. “Matt Smith, I’m taking the role you’ve been able to win over the hearts of the British people playing, please don’t hate me?” He rolled his eyes at himself and turned around to continue pacing the hallway in front of Steven Moffat’s office. It had been three months since he landed the role of The Doctor and three hours since he’d been told that he was going to meet David Tennant.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d always known he’d have to meet David eventually, but he’d never actually comprehended how awkward their meeting could possibly be. From what Steven had told him and from what he’d seen in interviews, David was an outstandingly nice guy. So why was he as nervous as he was?
“Matt, take a breath, my friend,” Steven said, opening the door. He passed Matt a slip of paper. “David will meet you here. Have a good time, and don’t fret. He’ll love you. He did approve of your audition tape a thousand times over.”
“I know, but…it’s fairly terrifying,” he admitted before opening the piece of paper. Written on it was the address of a coffee shop in London he knew quite well. Maybe he and David would get alone better than he thought.
“Don’t be scared. Go, have fun and get to know your own Doctor as well as David’s. It’s important.” Matt nodded and bit his thumb as he turned and walked down the hallway, heart beating fairly fast in his chest.
David was sitting at the café with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him on the table. He’d snagged the table by the corner window, half hooded by thick red curtains. Books lined the shelves around the large room, creating a maze effect. He’d arrived more than an hour before he’d had to, simply because he knew collecting his thoughts would be important. Normally it wasn’t a worry for him, and when he’d met Chris before he’d taken the role of the Doctor it wasn’t really a big deal, because Chris wanted to leave the role and pass it onto another actor. He didn’t want to vacate the TARDIS.
He’d gotten used to his converse (which he was currently wearing), his sonic screwdriver, his suit, his glasses and the complete silliness and seriousness of the scripts. He fell in love with the Doctor as a child, and fell even more deeply in love with the fans and the characters in the past five years. Now a younger, charming, handsome man was stepping into his shoes and he was supposed to buy him a cup of coffee? He had to, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. Matt Smith was the best man for the job easily, but that didn’t make the job any easier to give up.
As he pondered, he saw the man outside the window walking across the street. He was wearing dark jeans, combat boots, a purple v-neck and a grey cardigan. David didn’t realize he was smiling until he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the window. Matt hadn’t seen him yet so as he walked by he knocked on the window with his knuckle. Matt jumped a bit and locked eyes with David. David’s heart beat fast.
Matt walked in, waving to his friend Sarah behind the counter. She asked if he wanted his usual and he nodded, adding a cheers. He made his way through the book shelves to the corner he knew David was sitting in. He saw the older man sitting in a leather arm chair, staring at the street. He was wearing jeans, worn in tan converse, a brown t-shirt with a woman crouching in an orange sun, his favorite black blazer and grey zip up hoodie combination tossed over the back of the chair.
Matt took a deep breath and stepped into David’s view. David stood up and smiled, holding out his hand for Matt. Matt expected him to be taller, but they were the same height as they looked at each other kindly, trying not to be obvious as they sized each other up.
“Matt Smith, it’s great to finally meet you,” Matt said.
“I’ve been waiting since I saw your audition tape!” David said. Matt had to smile at David’s Scottish accent, which he always forgot about while watching the show.
Matt sat down in the chair across from David and a moment later Sarah brought his coffee over. She placed it in front of him, trying not to stare at David. “Here you go, Matt.”
“Thanks, darling,” he said, stirring a sugar packet into the brown liquid. Sarah left, blushing as David smiled at her.
“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Matt commented, not looking up at David. “And I’ve known her for ages.”
“Sometimes people do than around me. I still don’t really know why.”
“It’s because you’re The Doctor!” Matt said with a big smile at David, sitting back in his chair and balancing his coffee cup on his knee.
“No, Matt. You’re The Doctor.” To that, Matt had no response. He wasn’t used to being speechless, but he found it increasingly hard to talk as he sat across from the dashing Scottish actor. “Listen,” David said, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. “I know this meeting was Steven’s idea and I know how easily it could become painfully awkward, but you seem like a nice guy and I’m really not bitter about leaving the part.” Matt was unconvinced. He leaned forward as well, their faces about 4 inches apart.
“But I know you are.” David furrowed his brow and looked into Matt’s green eyes. “When bitterness becomes something people try to mask, then the world will have truly changed. The only weird thing for me would be if you weren’t bitter.” David leaned back and found himself tracing the lines of Matt’s body with his eyes. He knew what was happening. It had happened with Chris and now it was happening with him. Everyone was attracted to the Doctor.
“Maybe you’re more of the Doctor than I thought,” he commented, watching Matt sip his coffee. He smiled and set the half empty cup down. Now the silence wasn’t awkward and David was smiling widely as he glanced outside. Looking through the window about 4 feet away was a woman with brown hair pulled into a pony tail. David instinctively covered his face with his hand and slid further down in his seat.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.
“That woman is my ex-girlfriend’s sister. And let’s just say that that relationship didn’t exactly end well.” Matt glanced at her and then stood up, blocking David with his back.
“Get up!” He instructed softly. David stood up, ducking behind Matt. He expected Matt to be a few inches shorter than himself, but he found the younger man looking him in the eye. There was something about the way he held himself, the way his hand was gripping the bookcase as David slipped out of view of the window, the smile playing on his lips…David saw why Steven had known immediately he was the new Doctor.
David found the back door and opened it, waiting for Matt to pass through.
“Where to now?” Matt asked.
“Well, I live a few blocks down. I could show you some of the props I’ve nicked over the years,” David suggested.
“You’ve stolen props from set?” Matt asked, highly amused. David nodded, taking his question as a yes as they started walking. David pulled on his hoodie and blazer and Matt watched him. He watched the way the man moved, the way his long arms and long legs worked together to almost cancel out the awkward gangliness of his movements. He carried himself with humor, as if in every step he was making a joke, but Matt couldn’t see anything funny about him. He was a serious man when you looked into his eyes. But when he laughed or smiled, everything became fun and everything started to seem like the world wasn’t full of war and hate and evil, but full of wonder and magic and a time traveling man in a blue box.
“When I started to watch the series, Chris was The Doctor,” Matt said as they walked.
“Yeah? He was brilliant, he really was.”
“He was. But…you were my Doctor.” Matt was almost embarrassed to say it to the man.
“I’ll admit something to you then. When I saw your audition tape it reminded me of the Doctor I’d fallen in love with as a kid.” Matt took the compliment gracefully and said nothing. “You’re going to overshadow me, I’ll promise you that.”
“I could never do that, David. So many people love your Doctor. People worship you.”
“People will worship you too, just wait. Here we are,” David stopped in front of his building and they walked up the stairs to his apartment. It was just as Matt had expected it would be: fairly organized, but still a bit cluttered. David shrugged off his coat and threw it on the back of the couch. He watched Matt slowly as he stood near the door awkwardly. David smiled, easing the semi-tension that had grown as soon as they stepped from outdoors to in.
David walked over, reaching behind Matt and shutting the door with a dull thud. They were close, their faces only inches apart. Matt could feel David’s steady breathing on his neck, he could see his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt and he wanted nothing more than to draw him close. He almost reached out, almost moved his hand to David’s. He almost closed the gap of space between them, but his arm would not move. His feet would not unstuck themselves from the hardwood, but his heart had no problem beating.
David sensed the other man’s nervousness. He could almost smell it on him. His jaw was clenching as he stared straight into David’s eyes and David saw his hand twitch, saw his arm flex and saw him stay perfectly still for what felt like hours. He remembered this situation with Chris. He remembered how nervous he’d been standing in front of the tube station. Chris’s leather jacket had squeaked when he kissed him, and his own shoes squeaked as he leaned in and kissed Matt.
At the coffee shop he’s noticed Matt’s lips, as beautiful as they were, and knew they’d be soft. Matt was shocked at first, his body stiff against David’s, but he soon loosened up, allowing David’s tongue to invade his mouth. David’s body was warmed as it pushed him semi-roughly against the wall, causing a framed picture to sway. Somehow David came across as more physically imposing than Matt, even though they were the same height and David was lankier. He managed to dominate Matt easily, thrusting his thigh between his legs and pressed up, making Matt squirm. He was pressed between David’s body and the wall, their hearts beating in time- two hearts beating in time.
Rating: tame.
Summary: before Matt takes over the roll of The Doctor, he must meet David.
Matt Smith stood in front of the mirror in the hallway staring at his own reflection. He stuck his hand out to his own image.
“Matt Smith, pleasure to meet you.” He shook his head and tried again. “Matt Smith, it’s such an honor!” A grimace passed over his face and he scowled. “Matt Smith, I’m taking the role you’ve been able to win over the hearts of the British people playing, please don’t hate me?” He rolled his eyes at himself and turned around to continue pacing the hallway in front of Steven Moffat’s office. It had been three months since he landed the role of The Doctor and three hours since he’d been told that he was going to meet David Tennant.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d always known he’d have to meet David eventually, but he’d never actually comprehended how awkward their meeting could possibly be. From what Steven had told him and from what he’d seen in interviews, David was an outstandingly nice guy. So why was he as nervous as he was?
“Matt, take a breath, my friend,” Steven said, opening the door. He passed Matt a slip of paper. “David will meet you here. Have a good time, and don’t fret. He’ll love you. He did approve of your audition tape a thousand times over.”
“I know, but…it’s fairly terrifying,” he admitted before opening the piece of paper. Written on it was the address of a coffee shop in London he knew quite well. Maybe he and David would get alone better than he thought.
“Don’t be scared. Go, have fun and get to know your own Doctor as well as David’s. It’s important.” Matt nodded and bit his thumb as he turned and walked down the hallway, heart beating fairly fast in his chest.
David was sitting at the café with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him on the table. He’d snagged the table by the corner window, half hooded by thick red curtains. Books lined the shelves around the large room, creating a maze effect. He’d arrived more than an hour before he’d had to, simply because he knew collecting his thoughts would be important. Normally it wasn’t a worry for him, and when he’d met Chris before he’d taken the role of the Doctor it wasn’t really a big deal, because Chris wanted to leave the role and pass it onto another actor. He didn’t want to vacate the TARDIS.
He’d gotten used to his converse (which he was currently wearing), his sonic screwdriver, his suit, his glasses and the complete silliness and seriousness of the scripts. He fell in love with the Doctor as a child, and fell even more deeply in love with the fans and the characters in the past five years. Now a younger, charming, handsome man was stepping into his shoes and he was supposed to buy him a cup of coffee? He had to, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. Matt Smith was the best man for the job easily, but that didn’t make the job any easier to give up.
As he pondered, he saw the man outside the window walking across the street. He was wearing dark jeans, combat boots, a purple v-neck and a grey cardigan. David didn’t realize he was smiling until he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the window. Matt hadn’t seen him yet so as he walked by he knocked on the window with his knuckle. Matt jumped a bit and locked eyes with David. David’s heart beat fast.
Matt walked in, waving to his friend Sarah behind the counter. She asked if he wanted his usual and he nodded, adding a cheers. He made his way through the book shelves to the corner he knew David was sitting in. He saw the older man sitting in a leather arm chair, staring at the street. He was wearing jeans, worn in tan converse, a brown t-shirt with a woman crouching in an orange sun, his favorite black blazer and grey zip up hoodie combination tossed over the back of the chair.
Matt took a deep breath and stepped into David’s view. David stood up and smiled, holding out his hand for Matt. Matt expected him to be taller, but they were the same height as they looked at each other kindly, trying not to be obvious as they sized each other up.
“Matt Smith, it’s great to finally meet you,” Matt said.
“I’ve been waiting since I saw your audition tape!” David said. Matt had to smile at David’s Scottish accent, which he always forgot about while watching the show.
Matt sat down in the chair across from David and a moment later Sarah brought his coffee over. She placed it in front of him, trying not to stare at David. “Here you go, Matt.”
“Thanks, darling,” he said, stirring a sugar packet into the brown liquid. Sarah left, blushing as David smiled at her.
“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Matt commented, not looking up at David. “And I’ve known her for ages.”
“Sometimes people do than around me. I still don’t really know why.”
“It’s because you’re The Doctor!” Matt said with a big smile at David, sitting back in his chair and balancing his coffee cup on his knee.
“No, Matt. You’re The Doctor.” To that, Matt had no response. He wasn’t used to being speechless, but he found it increasingly hard to talk as he sat across from the dashing Scottish actor. “Listen,” David said, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. “I know this meeting was Steven’s idea and I know how easily it could become painfully awkward, but you seem like a nice guy and I’m really not bitter about leaving the part.” Matt was unconvinced. He leaned forward as well, their faces about 4 inches apart.
“But I know you are.” David furrowed his brow and looked into Matt’s green eyes. “When bitterness becomes something people try to mask, then the world will have truly changed. The only weird thing for me would be if you weren’t bitter.” David leaned back and found himself tracing the lines of Matt’s body with his eyes. He knew what was happening. It had happened with Chris and now it was happening with him. Everyone was attracted to the Doctor.
“Maybe you’re more of the Doctor than I thought,” he commented, watching Matt sip his coffee. He smiled and set the half empty cup down. Now the silence wasn’t awkward and David was smiling widely as he glanced outside. Looking through the window about 4 feet away was a woman with brown hair pulled into a pony tail. David instinctively covered his face with his hand and slid further down in his seat.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.
“That woman is my ex-girlfriend’s sister. And let’s just say that that relationship didn’t exactly end well.” Matt glanced at her and then stood up, blocking David with his back.
“Get up!” He instructed softly. David stood up, ducking behind Matt. He expected Matt to be a few inches shorter than himself, but he found the younger man looking him in the eye. There was something about the way he held himself, the way his hand was gripping the bookcase as David slipped out of view of the window, the smile playing on his lips…David saw why Steven had known immediately he was the new Doctor.
David found the back door and opened it, waiting for Matt to pass through.
“Where to now?” Matt asked.
“Well, I live a few blocks down. I could show you some of the props I’ve nicked over the years,” David suggested.
“You’ve stolen props from set?” Matt asked, highly amused. David nodded, taking his question as a yes as they started walking. David pulled on his hoodie and blazer and Matt watched him. He watched the way the man moved, the way his long arms and long legs worked together to almost cancel out the awkward gangliness of his movements. He carried himself with humor, as if in every step he was making a joke, but Matt couldn’t see anything funny about him. He was a serious man when you looked into his eyes. But when he laughed or smiled, everything became fun and everything started to seem like the world wasn’t full of war and hate and evil, but full of wonder and magic and a time traveling man in a blue box.
“When I started to watch the series, Chris was The Doctor,” Matt said as they walked.
“Yeah? He was brilliant, he really was.”
“He was. But…you were my Doctor.” Matt was almost embarrassed to say it to the man.
“I’ll admit something to you then. When I saw your audition tape it reminded me of the Doctor I’d fallen in love with as a kid.” Matt took the compliment gracefully and said nothing. “You’re going to overshadow me, I’ll promise you that.”
“I could never do that, David. So many people love your Doctor. People worship you.”
“People will worship you too, just wait. Here we are,” David stopped in front of his building and they walked up the stairs to his apartment. It was just as Matt had expected it would be: fairly organized, but still a bit cluttered. David shrugged off his coat and threw it on the back of the couch. He watched Matt slowly as he stood near the door awkwardly. David smiled, easing the semi-tension that had grown as soon as they stepped from outdoors to in.
David walked over, reaching behind Matt and shutting the door with a dull thud. They were close, their faces only inches apart. Matt could feel David’s steady breathing on his neck, he could see his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt and he wanted nothing more than to draw him close. He almost reached out, almost moved his hand to David’s. He almost closed the gap of space between them, but his arm would not move. His feet would not unstuck themselves from the hardwood, but his heart had no problem beating.
David sensed the other man’s nervousness. He could almost smell it on him. His jaw was clenching as he stared straight into David’s eyes and David saw his hand twitch, saw his arm flex and saw him stay perfectly still for what felt like hours. He remembered this situation with Chris. He remembered how nervous he’d been standing in front of the tube station. Chris’s leather jacket had squeaked when he kissed him, and his own shoes squeaked as he leaned in and kissed Matt.
At the coffee shop he’s noticed Matt’s lips, as beautiful as they were, and knew they’d be soft. Matt was shocked at first, his body stiff against David’s, but he soon loosened up, allowing David’s tongue to invade his mouth. David’s body was warmed as it pushed him semi-roughly against the wall, causing a framed picture to sway. Somehow David came across as more physically imposing than Matt, even though they were the same height and David was lankier. He managed to dominate Matt easily, thrusting his thigh between his legs and pressed up, making Matt squirm. He was pressed between David’s body and the wall, their hearts beating in time- two hearts beating in time.