fic: One Hell of an Antidote (3/3)
Part Two
Rory is the first one to wake up the next morning, and he feels a bit like a king, Amy and the Doctor snuggled up to him from either side. The TARDIS has been quite accommodating with the A/C, and he's perfectly comfortable. He stretches a bit, trying not to disturb either of them overly much. Amy snuffles in her sleep and moves slightly, drawing Rory's attention to her hand, resting on his chest but, he now notices, snugly under the Doctor's hand.
He watches them sleep for a moment, remembering the previous morning, the Doctor's cuddling seeming about to take a turn. He thinks now of Amy joining him, both of their hands skimming down Rory's chest and easing past his waistband...
And then he has to stop and swallow thickly, because he's made an agreement with Amy not to make the Doctor feel too uncomfortable. And while he'd love to see the Doctor's reaction if he woke up to Rory jerking off inches away on the bed, the Doctor might not be too ambivalent about it later, and Rory can't stand the awkwardness when the Doctor tries and fails to act like anything like that ever happened.
Of course, the Doctor wakes up in that moment, gripping Amy's hand in an affectionate way and then squinting his eyes open at Rory. A smile edges into his expression as he appears to wake up, slowly, and he finally murmurs, "Morning," with a full smile.
Rory still feels the now too-familiar flutter in his chest when that smile is directed at him, but he ignores it and manages to say "g'morning," without stammering.
The Doctor stares at him for several moments, and Rory's about to ask if he's got something on his face when the Doctor darts forward and presses his lips to Rory's. Rory goes "oh!" into the kiss, blindsided, and after a moment, kisses back.
The Doctor is surprisingly into this for having just woken up, but Rory matches his enthusiasm as best he can. He twists to face the Doctor on the bed, reaching up to frame the Doctor's face with his hands and give them a better angle.
Rory twists his tongue a certain way against the Doctor's, and starts when the Doctor moans and shifts his body closer. He's grown used to the Doctor's responses, but they've never been quite so... enthusiastic.
He tries to keep his hips from pushing forward against the Doctor's leg, almost too close and yet not close enough. The Doctor takes control of the kiss, practically climbing on top of Rory, and Rory's head is filled with nothing but the Doctor until suddenly he hears a disgruntled "Oi!"
"Amy! Good morning!" the Doctor says happily, as if he hasn't just snogged Rory senseless. He then watches in amazement as the Doctor urges Amy to sit up and then leans on Rory so that he can give Amy the same treatment.
Amy utters a pleased little giggle into the kiss, turning it dirtier and better in the way only she can pull off. Rory can only lay back and watch (mainly because the Doctor is pinning him down), feeling impossibly turned on and unable to do anything about it. Then, oh, Amy seems to remember him and she reaches down the trail a fingernail down his side. She slides it down to his waistband, then turns her wrist and traces three fingers back up, then continues the pattern of teasing touches, giving the Doctor no less attention.
Her teasing only intensifies as the kiss deepens, and Rory wonders at how he once despised this man for getting to kiss Amy. Now he can only imagine being angry because he missed out on the sight.
He takes time to enjoy the vision, now that he has it, and then he watches in fascination as the Doctor reaches for her and - intentionally or not, Rory doesn't know - rests his hand just beside her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin cloth.
Amy's hand spreads wide and in her surprise, she pushes down on Rory's stomach, which would be more of a turn-on if it hadn't knocked the wind out of him. He coughs for a moment, hating himself for breaking the moment as the two of them break apart, breathing heavily but still making sure he's alright.
"I'm fine, don't stop on account of me," he says, waving a dismissive hand at their concern.
"Well good morning to me!" Amy says, stretching and falling back onto the mattress. The silky pajama shirt pulls up as she stretches, revealing skin that Rory just wants to lick, so he spares one quick glance at the Doctor and then decides just to go for it.
Amy utters a pleased, "ooh!" as he does so, reaching for him so they can share their own morning kiss. It's no less heated than her kiss with the Doctor, or his for that matter, except this time he has permission to do just about anything.
"Doctor, we may need a bit before we're ready for today's adventure," Rory says, keeping his eyes on Amy's dark gaze. It's as kind a dismissal as he's found, though he knows the Doctor will usually turn tail and run off on his own if they go too far with him around.
It feels a bit rude to dismiss him like that, but he usually leaves on his own.
Rory pauses. He usually leaves on his own.
"Actually, I thought I might stay," the Doctor says with a small, mischievous smile. Only his eyes betray the slightest hint of uncertainty.
"You want to--" Rory begins. Amy is already shifting toward him.
"Watch," the Doctor finishes, breaking eye contact.
Amy pauses, and they both share a look. Rory knows Amy doesn't mind, and she knows he doesn't, but they have to be sure.
"We're not going to scare you off?" Rory asks.
"No, I sincerely doubt that," the Doctor says, meeting Rory’s gaze briefly.
"Okay," Amy says.
"Okay?" the Doctor repeats, but Amy is apparently satisfied with the way things are, because she goes back to kissing Rory like they weren't interrupted.
Rory feels the weight on the bed change, and he has to open his eyes to look. The Doctor has moved to the comfy chair next to the bed, but his attention is rapt on the two of them. Rory closes his eyes again quickly, focusing on Amy.
He feels suddenly shy knowing the Doctor is watching, sliding his hand under Amy's nightshirt to cup her breast, hesitant to pull the shirt off completely.
Amy doesn't share his shyness. She pushes her body forward until Rory has to shift his weight, and then she presses her advantage to flip them over, straddling him and smirking as she pulls his underwear off. Rory blushes, fighting the urge to look at the Doctor.
Amy leans down to kiss him, working him in her hand until he's moaning and his hips are pushing forward, seeking more friction.
The next few minutes seem to pass in a lustful haze, but Rory has distinct memories of Amy sinking down onto him, both of them pausing in their thrusts when they hear the Doctor gasp, his quick glance at the Doctor's wrecked expression (even though no one has even touched him), and the way that he comes harder than he thinks he ever has.
Rory breathes heavily as he comes down, convincing himself to keep his eyes closed for fear that the Doctor will have disappeared. When he does open them, though, the Doctor remains, face flushed and expression quite shy. He's also sitting up awkwardly and completely ignoring his own erection.
Rory observes all of this, but before he gets around to pointing it out to Amy, she's already slinking over toward him. "Doctor," she says in that honeyed voice that Rory can't resist, "have fun?"
She glances back at Rory, giving him a look as if to say, 'well, are you coming?' Rory scrambles over to join them, though he feels guilty because the Doctor just looks so embarrassed. He feels like that was him, several years ago and miles away when he got his first hard-on looking at a guy in the locker room.
Amy doesn't let his hesitance slow her down. She rests a hand dangerously high on the Doctor's leg and leans in to speak in his ear. "We can take care of you," she says.
The Doctor swallows and looks at her, touching her face almost reverently, then pulling her forward to rest their foreheads together for several long moments. She pulls away, looking dazed, and then the Doctor turns and does the same to Rory. As their foreheads touch, Rory is hit suddenly with the weight of all the Doctor's years, and the importance of this moment. He feels something in the Doctor's touch that has equal weight in him, the love he truly feels for the Doctor being echoed back at him.
When the Doctor withdraws his hand, Rory feels a bit dizzy, and Amy's hand on his arm means she must be feeling the same way. He shares another look with Amy, this one much different then those previous. For the first time, they have some idea of what the Doctor's feeling, though Rory is sure that was barely even the tip of the iceberg.
"And you're ready?" Rory asks, wanting to be sure.
The Doctor smiles then, open and mischievous, apparently satisfied with this turn of events. He stands and pulls the two of them into a hug, then heads straight for the bed.
"I can't believe you two," the Doctor begins, stretching out on the bed with an obvious plan to talk at them for a while, despite his obvious arousal. "All this time, you claim to want me, and then on the day I make my move and plan the whole day to do it, you come back and go straight to bed."
"We were chased by half the shopkeepers of Toman'yu! Not exactly the best aphrodisiac in the universe," Rory protests.
"Hang on," Amy says, catching on to something. "That rock. The one you gave us, that you bought in the Market."
"Yes, finally, thank you Amy. That was a piece of Ancient Matter. A rock from the first planet at the dawn of time. Been around more millennia than you could fathom." He pauses and looks into the distance. "A token, meant to signify a love that can weather all things, even time. And I would've explained it to you had Rory not gotten distracted by the shiny sword in the next booth."
"Oi! I was fascinated, what about you? You were the one that decided to break into the chief's tent and wield it at him!"
"It didn't belong to them, and I had to be sure they were to blame before I accused the wrong person. How was I to know that speaking to the chief would start a riot throughout the village?"
"Boys!" Amy suddenly cries, frustrated. "Don't you think you're getting a bit off track?" She stares at them both until she is apparently satisfied, then continues. "Right. So you planned everything out perfectly, the shopping, the token, the bigger bed. You were seducing us."
Rory can't believe it, but Amy has managed to make the Doctor blush.
"I wouldn't say seducing, it was more like... signaling." Rory and Amy shoot him identical looks of mixed amusement and disbelief, so he continues, "You told me to let you know when I was ready! This was me, letting you know."
"The words, 'I want you' or 'I'm ready now' or even 'Let's shag' would have been much more direct," Amy points out, but she's apparently moving past it because she starts running her hand along the Doctor's inner thigh.
"You're more important to me than that," the Doctor says, looking painfully earnest despite the obvious effect Amy is having on his libido. "Both of you, I mean it," he adds, looking at Rory now.
"Doctor," Amy says, in that tone of voice that means she's decided something and no one will be able to stop her, "telling us you want us... It's not cheap, or meaningless. If it's the truth, then it's just as important as the Ancient Matter... rock."
"Though that really is lovely," Rory feels compelled to throw in.
"Yes. Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to get back to the shagging."
The Doctor looks as if he wants to protest, to monologue some more before they get moving - Rory is impressed at his willpower - but then Amy gives one good tug at his pajama pants and then takes him in her mouth without any hesitation.
Rory watches in fascination. He's never seen her like this, from this angle, and the Doctor's face is fairly priceless as well. He wishes he had a camera, because... wow.
And then, oh, the Doctor tears his shocked gaze away from Amy and fixes it on Rory, and Rory feels himself moving toward him without being asked. He fits their mouths together and the Doctor responds hungrily, even more intense than usual, which Rory would have been unable to fathom a second ago. He breaks the kiss and turns his head to trail kisses down the Doctor's neck.
The Doctor seems very controlled in the face of all this stimulation, which is more than Rory would be able to say for himself, but in looking closer, Rory can see that he's starting to unravel. Rory sits back to watch the Doctor's expression for a moment, and it's practically reverent as he reaches down to card his fingers through Amy's hair. She moans appreciatively at the touch, and the Doctor tilts his head back and makes a wonderful noise as his hips twitch forward.
"Amy," the Doctor says in a broken, awed whisper. Rory darts in while he's still stretched out to press a kiss underneath his chin. He maps his mouth over the Doctor's heated skin, down over his chest, and he can feel his muscles tense.
"Doctor," Rory says, then has to pause to swallow when that wrecked gaze is focused on him. "It's okay to let go."
It's probably just convenient timing, but the Doctor arches up with a cry at that, Amy moving with him like the sex goddess that she is. Rory watches is appreciation as she sits up and receives the Doctor's thanks in the form of a long, languid kiss.
When Amy's mouth finally leaves the Doctor's, she leaves her body mostly draped over him and says, "Come on, Rory. Cuddling."
It's a lot closer cuddling he's grown accustomed to, but he feels like he's just ridden a roller coaster five times and once backwards, so he ignores any self-consciousness and enjoys the relaxation.
In the ensuing silence, his brain starts to work, and he eventually has to sit up and ask the Doctor, "What changed your mind?"
"You did," the Doctor says easily. "Both of you."
Rory smiles and ducks his head, but Amy isn't having that. "What kind of answer is that? We're the same people we were three months ago when you wouldn't even snog us."
"I told you I wasn't ready, not that I never would be."
She heaves a frustrated sigh, but they both know there's more fondness in it than she would admit.
Rory must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing he knows, he's blinking awake, facing the opposite wall, and there is some unsubtle shifting going on behind him. It's almost a repeat of the previous day, except this time he knows that's the Doctor's hand, and he's pretty sure it's there on purpose.
He slides his hand over the Doctor's wrist to encourage the direction it's heading, and the Doctor leans in and hums contentedly into Rory's neck.
Rory decides, now that the implications are out of the way, that he'd really quite like to see the Doctor. He rolls over onto his back, and the Doctor follows his lead and climbs on top of him as his hand moves that final bit down to wrap around Rory's cock. Rory's mouth falls open and he gasps as the Doctor pumps his fist, getting a feel for what he's doing.
"You're beautiful," the Doctor says, eyes contemplative as he studies Rory's face.
Rory laughs. "Yeah, we humans got the whole evolution thing right, finally," he quips, voice breaking halfway through when the Doctor twists his hand just right.
"I'm not talking about humans," the Doctor corrects. "I'm talking about you."
"Told you," Amy says from beside them. Rory didn't even know she was awake.
"Amy," Rory says, then breathes in sharply, feeling compelled to add, "Doctor."
Amy leans between them to kiss the Doctor, who thankfully keeps his rhythm up as his tongue curls into Amy's mouth. When she pulls away, Amy shifts around to face Rory, giving him the same treatment.
"You should take care of the Doctor too," she says confidentially.
"What about you?" he asks. Not that it doesn't sound brilliant, but Rory doesn't want anyone to be left out.
She grins wickedly. "I've a good idea of how you'll make it up to me. But best save it for tomorrow."
She moves away, and Rory gathers all his willpower to reach down and stop the Doctor's movements.
The Doctor looks confused for a moment, licking his lips absently. "Come up here," Rory beckons.
He lets his hands roam over the Doctor's skin as they kiss, mentally cataloging all the places that make him squirm and gasp into Rory's mouth.
Finally, when he can't take his own teasing any more, he guides the Doctor over a bit so that he can fist their cocks together. The Doctor makes a noise that sounds like oh into his mouth, and Rory has to agree with that sentiment.
"Just look at the two of you," Amy says appreciatively. "My boys. All hot and bothered in my bed, and it's not even my birthday."
Rory makes an encouraging noise as the Doctor reaches between them to help.
"It could be," the Doctor says, voice coming out a bit strained. "We could jump ahead to your birthday. Or go back to the actual day of your birth. Wouldn't recommend that one, though. A bit risky."
Amy's eyebrows shoot up as he rambles on. "We must be doing something right, Rory, he's already making us promises."
"He's making you promises," Rory points out, though he's pretty content with things the way they are right now.
He regrets his word choice almost instantly, when the Doctor's flushed features take on a concerned expression. "What do you want, Rory Williams? What makes you happy?"
There are plenty of things that run through Rory’s mind, but he can’t really concentrate on them right now. He really just wants the Doctor to speed it up a bit, and he does his best to communicate that through the frantic movement of his body. The Doctor picks up on it and responds accordingly, and soon Rory is crying out as he spills over both of their hands.
He summons all his energy to work the Doctor to his release, letting the Doctor's little sounds wash over him until they both sag back onto the mattress contentedly.
"To answer your question," Rory says a few minutes later, "What makes me happy?"
The Doctor nods, looking serious.
He pulls Amy closer so that they're all snug against each other on the bed. "Ancient Matter rocks, you listening to me when I have a plan, and you, Amy, stopping me from doing anything stupid. Planets none of us have seen before and planets you're sharing with us for the first time. Every kind of species in the universe and being able to see how they interact with each other. The swing set behind Amy's house. The TARDIS. Both of you." He glances up from where he's taken both of their hands. The Doctor looks a bit misty-eyed, and Amy seems torn between hugging him and smacking him for being such a sap. "Just to name a few things."
She opts for hugging him, in the end. Rory holds them both close and knows he'll never forget this moment, with the three of them smiling at each other without another care in the world.
******
"You got to do it last night," Rory points out, trying to keep his voice down.
"Yes, but I've also done it before. You need to practice, and that's better done when he's awake."
The Doctor opens one eye, looks at both of them, and then blinks both eyes open.
"Oh, great," Rory complains. "Now you've woken him."
"What's going on?" the Doctor asks groggily.
"I wanted to wake you up the fun way, but then Amy said that she should do it and wouldn't let me, and then--"
"Hey, you're the one who was being all embarrassed and hesitant when I caught you at it," Amy says.
"The 'fun way,' what's that?" the Doctor asks, looking curious.
Rory shares a look with Amy. "With... my mouth?"
The Doctor stares at his mouth in confusion for a moment, but then it dawns on him. "Oh."
"Yes."
"Right." The Doctor laughs a bit. "You two never stop, do you?"
"Not unless you tell us to," Amy says, crawling on top of him and kissing him thoroughly.
They have a bit of a late morning, in the end.
******
"How do you feel about a concert?" the Doctor asks later, already directing the TARDIS to their next stop.
Rory responds with a mostly-apathetic "eh," while Amy says, "Depends who's giving the concert."
"The Faceoli have invited us to their first official live show since gaining their freedom," the Doctor announces, looking proud of himself.
"What, back on Jsunda?" Amy asks, giving him a skeptical look.
"Yes, and on that note, it's very important that we stick together while we're there. The shapeshifters might still be around."
"I think I can handle that," Amy says, grabbing onto the Doctor's belt and leaning in to demand a kiss.
"Weren't they on the other side of the planet, though? How would they be back on the side with the Faceoli?"
"Teleport zones," the Doctor explains. "You can travel just about anywhere on the planet, if you know where you're going. Besides," he adds, coming closer to Rory, "it will have been a few months. Anything could happen in that time frame."
Rory swallows thickly as he catches the Doctor's layered meaning, and also because the Doctor is in his space and smiling wickedly. Their kiss is nothing short of passionate, but it ends far too soon for Rory's liking. Amy picks up where the Doctor left off, only pulling away when the TARDIS lands and jerks them both to the side, laughing all the way.
******
For Rory, the concert passes far too quickly and yet not quickly enough. The Faleoci have been kind enough to give them the finest seats, not exactly private but apparently private enough.
Rory yelps in surprise when the Doctor's hands suddenly start roaming halfway through song two, and by song ten his clothes are pulled at odd angles, his mouth red, and Amy and the Doctor look just as disheveled, if not worse.
"Back to the TARDIS, then?" Amy suggests, even though the concert is far from over.
"I think so, yeah," Rory answers, and they both look to the Doctor expectantly.
The Doctor breathes out a sigh, but it ends with a smile. "What am I going to do with you two?" he says, his smile growing. He hops up and leads the way down from their box seats, and Rory smiles at Amy triumphantly as they follow.
They're weaving their way through people in the venue's lobby, though, when suddenly Rory is grabbed roughly and pulled back from Amy and the Doctor. He tries to make a sound, but it's too loud in the room for them to notice, and then everything goes dark.
******
When Rory comes to, he is tied to a very uncomfortable chair in a poorly lit room like he was just dropped in a cheesy buddy cop movie.
There's even another guy in here, waiting for him, who smiles when he sees that Rory is awake and morphs into Yror, his lookalike.
"Hello, sunshine," Yror says, evil sneer on his face. Rory never imagined seeing his evil twin (though it sounds like something Amy might have dreamed up when they were kids), but if he had, Yror is pretty much spot on.
"What do you want?" Rory asks, glaring.
"You've got a TARDIS," Yror says, crouching down and shooting Rory a mocking look. "And we're going to take it."
Rory rolls his eyes. "What are you going to do, snog me to death? Because that worked so well last time."
Yror smirks and then stands up straight, morphing into Amy's counterpart.
"Maybe not on you," Yma says, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Rory fights his response to that, focusing on the fact that she's not Amy. "But my partner should be taking your friends out as we speak."
"Oh please," Rory says, turning to stare her directly in the eye. "One word out of his mouth, and they'll know he's not me."
Yma laughs loudly, standing up. "Have you seen yourselves, boy? You can't keep your hands off each other. He won't need to say a word."
Rory swallows, remembering his thoughts right before they snatched him. He hopes Yma isn't right.
"Besides," she continues, rippling into an imitation of the Doctor, "I haven't given up on you yet."
"I was misguided in posing as your wife the first time," Rotcod continues. "You've clearly grown complacent with her. But this Doctor," he says, running his hands down his body appreciatively, "he's still new to you. And quite handsome, if a bit misguided in clothing choices."
Rory keeps a steady glare going, refusing to react. Rotcod steps in closer, running his hands teasingly across Rory's neck, down his arm. Rory shudders involuntarily.
"That's what I love about you humans. Susceptible to the basest instincts; all it takes is a touch."
"And what about you lot?" Rory counters. "You can't even kiss someone without knocking them out. What a pathetic existence that must be."
Rotcod scowls, and it's not a look Rory ever wants to see on the Doctor's face. "You don't know a thing about intimacy!" he spits out, baking away to pace the floor. "You species throws away kisses like they're nothing! We save ourselves for decades, and after a nice long life, we share one memorable kiss with our lover before moving on."
"What? That's how all your best relationships end, with the two of you killing each other?"
"Hold your tongue, boy. You know nothing of us."
After a pause, Rory tilts his head up and says, "You know, there might be a way for you to get past it."
Rotcod regards him with suspicion. "Like what?"
"Untie my hands and I'll show you."
Rotcod bursts out laughing. "You must think I was born yesterday!"
"Just my hands," Rory presses. "You'll still have my feet; I won't be able to go anywhere."
Rotcod narrows his eyes, but he looks like he's thinking about it. After a moment, he offers, "One hand."
Rory glares. "Fine. One hand."
"What do you want with the TARDIS, anyway?" Rory asks, trying to draw attention away from the fact that he's watching intently to see how the knots are undone.
"What do I want with a TARDIS!?" he repeats in disbelief. "Wow, boy, you really are stupid."
Rory just gives him an unamused look and raises his eyebrows as if to say, 'Well?'
"To get off this rock, of course," Rotcod say, scowling. "Trapped here my whole life with nothing new to see. You don't know how good you have it."
"Me?" Rory asks. "What about you? You've got free reign of the entire planet! Where I come from, you've got to pay for that kind of mobility. Your fiancée goes to Scotland for a month, you can't just pop 'round the corner and go see her, you've got to wait."
The last knot pulls free and Rotcod smirks at him. "Just as I suspected. The TARDIS doesn't belong to you at all, does it? He's just having you along. How long 'til that's over? 'Til he gets bored of you and drops you at the next pitstop?"
Rory doesn't take the bait. "Do you want me to help you or not?"
"I sincerely doubt you will help me," Rotcod says, "unless you intend to let me on the TARDIS."
Rory reaches out and grabs Rotcod's face, and he looks at Rory in alarm until Rory tilts his face away and presses a kiss to his neck. It feels wrong, weird, but Rory needs a moment to convince himself that what he's about to do is right. Rotcod makes an odd, pleased humming noise and Rory steels himself.
"A true kiss for the false one," he mumbles, and Rotcod says, "What?" as Rory turns his face back and brings their mouths together.
He does his best to keep two things in mind as he kisses him: how much he truly cares for the Doctor, and how much he truly despises this guy.
Rotcod responds enthusiastically, and it's wrong, all wrong. Rory does his best not to doubt himself and is rewarded, ultimately, when Rotcod's body goes limp and he falls to the floor.
Rory breathes a sigh of relief, and then spits on the ground. "That just wasn't right," he tells no one as he gets to work on the other knots.
******
He calls his cell phone from the TARDIS phone once he gets back, knowing that he left it in the jacket that Amy was wearing. It rings twice, and worry starts to creep into his mind when there is a click.
"This had better be my husband," Amy says, sounding threatening.
"Hello, dear," he says sweetly. "I take it you're having as much fun as me."
"We're trying to decide how to deal with this... shapeshifter person. The Doctor keeps trying to talk to him, but he just goes on about the TARDIS the whole time, and he won't stop looking like you."
"It's okay, I know how to defeat them," Rory says. "A true kiss to make up for the false one."
"What?" Amy asks, sounding distracted.
"A true-- You know what, just put the Doctor on the phone."
"Rory! What's the code phrase?"
Rory sighs and dutifully says, "Bowties are cool." The Doctor makes a pleased noise and Rory adds, "They're not, though. Just because you made me say it doesn't make it true."
"See you've escaped being captured, then. Can't say the same for our friend here. Quite fond of looking like you, this one."
"Can't say I blame him," Rory says, laughing. The Doctor doesn't laugh back, though, so the sound dies out awkwardly. Rory clears his throat. "Right. So, a true kiss for the false one."
"What?" the Doctor says, and Rory's starting to wonder if the connection is bad, because they're not hard of hearing. But then the Doctor laughs, loud and triumphant.
"Rory, you brilliant, magnificent, gorgeous man!" Rory hears Amy in the background, but he can't make out what she's saying. "Later, Amy," the Doctor says, and Rory laughs.
"Right," the Doctor says, getting back on track. "Rory, you stay in the TARDIS. We'll take care of Yror and meet you back there."
"Did you just essentially tell me to wait in the car?"
"No, by all means, go wait in the bed," the Doctor says cheekily, then hangs up.
Rory stares at the phone, laughing in surprise. He doesn't know where they are, though, so he decides to take the Doctor up on that.
Waiting turns out to be insanely boring, though, and next thing he knows, he's asleep.
******
He wakes up from a really, really lovely dream, and he really, really doesn't want to wake up because -- oh. Oh, he's not dreaming.
The Doctor is there, between his knees, waking him up the 'fun way' with Amy sitting nearby offering helpful hints. Rory tries to say something, but it just comes out nnngh.
"Good! See, he's awake and making appreciative noises."
Rory doesn't quite like the way she makes it sound so clinical, but the Doctor continues on enthusiastically. "Oh, so it's alright if he practices while I'm asleep, but not the other way around?" He bites his lip and concentrates on not pushing into the warm heat of the Doctor's mouth.
The Doctor pulls off, looking disappointed, but not as disappointed as Rory feels. He's not even ashamed for the pathetic noise that escapes his lips.
"You said if he was still forming coherent sentences, I wasn't doing it right," the Doctor says to Amy, and he just looks so sullen.
"Doctor," Rory says, a bit breathless, "get back here."
Amy raises her eyebrows as if to say see? You're doing fine, and the Doctor mercifully goes back to his ministrations.
By the time his hands are fisting in the sheets and he tries valiantly to warn the Doctor, Amy has moved over close enough to pull him away and kiss Rory thoroughly while she pulls him over the edge.
When his head is clear, a few minutes later, he returns the Doctor's dopey grin and says, "Morning."
******
"You know, most husbands have to hear their wives complain about never having a chance to wear their wedding dress again," Amy says, joining them from the wardrobe. "But my husband makes me put it back on for laughs."
"You've always liked costumes," Rory points out.
She looks just as radiant wearing it as their wedding day, and Rory tells her this. This earns him a big smile and a long kiss.
"Can't say I disagree," the Doctor says, joining them.
"You look smashing as well," Rory says. "Don't know if I mentioned. Love the top hat."
"Don't encourage him," Amy reprimands as the Doctor kisses Rory sweetly. As he backs away and begins flipping switches, the TARDIS kicking into gear, Amy asks, "So is anyone going to tell me why we're all wearing this get-up?"
"It's a surprise," Rory tells her. The Doctor smiles at him, and she looks between them with suspicion. "You'll find out soon enough."
"We had better not be going back to our wedding night. One of the perks of going off with the Doctor was avoiding small talk with the guests."
The TARDIS jolts to a halt, and the Doctor nods to Rory.
"You know how I told you to keep the weekend of August 21 open?" he asks Amy, taking both of her hands.
"Yeah. Why?"
Rory beams at her, pulling her along to the door and guiding the two of them outside. The Doctor follows dutifully behind them.
Amy puts her free hand to her mouth when she sees it, then looks at him, eyes wide and bright. "Is it--"
"Yup," Rory answers.
"Are we--"
"Yup," he says again. Amy makes a noise of delight and practically tackles him in a hug.
"What is it?" the Doctor asks, quietly butting in.
"You didn't tell him?" Amy asks Rory.
"It's a surprise for him too."
"It's this posh little resort we'd always talk about running away to when we were in school," she explains, taking each of them by the hand and leading them toward the resort. "We'd always dream up different scenarios, like one time we said we'd stow away in someone's bag and eat all their biscuits while they were out at the pool. But it's so expensive, it was always just a dream, even when we got older."
Her voice goes quiet, and she looks at Rory as if she can't believe he's real. It's a look so seldom directed at him that he doesn't quite know what to say.
"So, bride and groom, honeymoon suite," the Doctor says, trying and failing not to look expectant. He doesn't say 'where does that leave me?', but he may as well.
"It's big enough for three," Rory assures him, then holds out his hand. "Psychic paper."
The Doctor hands it over as agreed, but Rory is surprised when he doesn't even ask questions.
Even with the psychic paper, though, convincing the man at the front desk that the reservation should be for three is quite the challenge. In the end, Amy has to distract him while the Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver to hack in and change the record.
The Doctor waits until they're in the room and Amy has gone to investigate the (unreasonably large) bathroom to protest.
"Rory," he begins in that argumentative tone. "You shouldn't be using your reservation for this. We could have come here ten years from now, and saved your money."
Rory shakes his head. "We travel in a time machine. I don't have any money, I don't know where anything is, I only figure out how to survive in increments. This is one thing I do have control over, and I want to share it. With both of you."
"I find you Ancient Matter, you reserve fancy hotels," the Doctor says. It sounds fairly pathetic, but the Doctor smiles like it's brilliant.
"I know it's probably boring--"
"Nonsense!" the Doctor exclaims, interrupting. "With you two, nothing is ever boring."
Rory takes a page from the Doctor's book and continues as if he wasn't interrupted. "But it's only two nights, and then we'll get back to traveling."
"Alright boys," Amy says, appearing in the bathroom doorway with a bathrobe hanging from her shoulders, covering almost nothing. "What do you say we give this whirlpool tub a spin?"
Rory takes in the sight of her, unable to believe how gorgeous she is, and looks to see the same feeling expressed on the Doctor's face. He can hardly remember a time when the Doctor would look at either of them with a guarded expression.
The Doctor shifts his gaze toward Rory, eyes dancing. "Race you," he says before rushing to Amy's side and twirling her in a circle.
Rory laughs and points out that that's cheating, but he follows.
******
By the time they're ready to check out on Sunday, Rory has to admit he's ready to leave. They'd spent most of the day before shopping around London, Amy saying she was going to "update" the TARDIS wardrobe, and the Doctor spending far too long in a shop that had far too may bowtie selections. They went out to a fancy dinner that night, then had a bit of a lie-in this morning, but Rory is practically itching to get back to the TARDIS.
"I don't think I've ever felt so rested," the Doctor says, putting an arm around Rory's shoulders.
"Yeah," Rory agrees. "Glad it's over, though."
"Yeah?" the Doctor says, looking just slightly hopeful.
"Yeah. Given enough time without all that running, you start to miss it."
Amy pushes her way between the two of them and puts her arms around them, all of them smiling ridiculously. "Are you boys thinking what I'm thinking?"
Rory takes in her challenging stare and announces, "Race you to the TARDIS!"
He hears Amy's laugh and the Doctor's shout about cheating from behind him, but he's having too much fun to stop.
When Rory comes in view of the TARDIS, though, he sees Jeff standing there, arms crossed, next to a man in a trenchcoat.
Rory stops running, feeling a bit silly, until Amy and the Doctor speed past and he feels compelled to try to keep up.
The Doctor reaches the TARDIS first, clutching the corner of the box triumphantly. "Jeff! Jack! What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Doctor," they both say simultaneously. Jeff shoots a glare at the other man, Jack, who smiles as if he hasn't noticed.
"We're here to help you," Jack says.
"I wasn't aware I needed helping," the Doctor says.
"I know. The three of you dropped us off from the future. You're gonna want to let us inside."
"Trouble?" the Doctor says, looking pleased.
Rory and Amy share a smile. "What are we waiting for?"
THE END
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Rory is the first one to wake up the next morning, and he feels a bit like a king, Amy and the Doctor snuggled up to him from either side. The TARDIS has been quite accommodating with the A/C, and he's perfectly comfortable. He stretches a bit, trying not to disturb either of them overly much. Amy snuffles in her sleep and moves slightly, drawing Rory's attention to her hand, resting on his chest but, he now notices, snugly under the Doctor's hand.
He watches them sleep for a moment, remembering the previous morning, the Doctor's cuddling seeming about to take a turn. He thinks now of Amy joining him, both of their hands skimming down Rory's chest and easing past his waistband...
And then he has to stop and swallow thickly, because he's made an agreement with Amy not to make the Doctor feel too uncomfortable. And while he'd love to see the Doctor's reaction if he woke up to Rory jerking off inches away on the bed, the Doctor might not be too ambivalent about it later, and Rory can't stand the awkwardness when the Doctor tries and fails to act like anything like that ever happened.
Of course, the Doctor wakes up in that moment, gripping Amy's hand in an affectionate way and then squinting his eyes open at Rory. A smile edges into his expression as he appears to wake up, slowly, and he finally murmurs, "Morning," with a full smile.
Rory still feels the now too-familiar flutter in his chest when that smile is directed at him, but he ignores it and manages to say "g'morning," without stammering.
The Doctor stares at him for several moments, and Rory's about to ask if he's got something on his face when the Doctor darts forward and presses his lips to Rory's. Rory goes "oh!" into the kiss, blindsided, and after a moment, kisses back.
The Doctor is surprisingly into this for having just woken up, but Rory matches his enthusiasm as best he can. He twists to face the Doctor on the bed, reaching up to frame the Doctor's face with his hands and give them a better angle.
Rory twists his tongue a certain way against the Doctor's, and starts when the Doctor moans and shifts his body closer. He's grown used to the Doctor's responses, but they've never been quite so... enthusiastic.
He tries to keep his hips from pushing forward against the Doctor's leg, almost too close and yet not close enough. The Doctor takes control of the kiss, practically climbing on top of Rory, and Rory's head is filled with nothing but the Doctor until suddenly he hears a disgruntled "Oi!"
"Amy! Good morning!" the Doctor says happily, as if he hasn't just snogged Rory senseless. He then watches in amazement as the Doctor urges Amy to sit up and then leans on Rory so that he can give Amy the same treatment.
Amy utters a pleased little giggle into the kiss, turning it dirtier and better in the way only she can pull off. Rory can only lay back and watch (mainly because the Doctor is pinning him down), feeling impossibly turned on and unable to do anything about it. Then, oh, Amy seems to remember him and she reaches down the trail a fingernail down his side. She slides it down to his waistband, then turns her wrist and traces three fingers back up, then continues the pattern of teasing touches, giving the Doctor no less attention.
Her teasing only intensifies as the kiss deepens, and Rory wonders at how he once despised this man for getting to kiss Amy. Now he can only imagine being angry because he missed out on the sight.
He takes time to enjoy the vision, now that he has it, and then he watches in fascination as the Doctor reaches for her and - intentionally or not, Rory doesn't know - rests his hand just beside her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin cloth.
Amy's hand spreads wide and in her surprise, she pushes down on Rory's stomach, which would be more of a turn-on if it hadn't knocked the wind out of him. He coughs for a moment, hating himself for breaking the moment as the two of them break apart, breathing heavily but still making sure he's alright.
"I'm fine, don't stop on account of me," he says, waving a dismissive hand at their concern.
"Well good morning to me!" Amy says, stretching and falling back onto the mattress. The silky pajama shirt pulls up as she stretches, revealing skin that Rory just wants to lick, so he spares one quick glance at the Doctor and then decides just to go for it.
Amy utters a pleased, "ooh!" as he does so, reaching for him so they can share their own morning kiss. It's no less heated than her kiss with the Doctor, or his for that matter, except this time he has permission to do just about anything.
"Doctor, we may need a bit before we're ready for today's adventure," Rory says, keeping his eyes on Amy's dark gaze. It's as kind a dismissal as he's found, though he knows the Doctor will usually turn tail and run off on his own if they go too far with him around.
It feels a bit rude to dismiss him like that, but he usually leaves on his own.
Rory pauses. He usually leaves on his own.
"Actually, I thought I might stay," the Doctor says with a small, mischievous smile. Only his eyes betray the slightest hint of uncertainty.
"You want to--" Rory begins. Amy is already shifting toward him.
"Watch," the Doctor finishes, breaking eye contact.
Amy pauses, and they both share a look. Rory knows Amy doesn't mind, and she knows he doesn't, but they have to be sure.
"We're not going to scare you off?" Rory asks.
"No, I sincerely doubt that," the Doctor says, meeting Rory’s gaze briefly.
"Okay," Amy says.
"Okay?" the Doctor repeats, but Amy is apparently satisfied with the way things are, because she goes back to kissing Rory like they weren't interrupted.
Rory feels the weight on the bed change, and he has to open his eyes to look. The Doctor has moved to the comfy chair next to the bed, but his attention is rapt on the two of them. Rory closes his eyes again quickly, focusing on Amy.
He feels suddenly shy knowing the Doctor is watching, sliding his hand under Amy's nightshirt to cup her breast, hesitant to pull the shirt off completely.
Amy doesn't share his shyness. She pushes her body forward until Rory has to shift his weight, and then she presses her advantage to flip them over, straddling him and smirking as she pulls his underwear off. Rory blushes, fighting the urge to look at the Doctor.
Amy leans down to kiss him, working him in her hand until he's moaning and his hips are pushing forward, seeking more friction.
The next few minutes seem to pass in a lustful haze, but Rory has distinct memories of Amy sinking down onto him, both of them pausing in their thrusts when they hear the Doctor gasp, his quick glance at the Doctor's wrecked expression (even though no one has even touched him), and the way that he comes harder than he thinks he ever has.
Rory breathes heavily as he comes down, convincing himself to keep his eyes closed for fear that the Doctor will have disappeared. When he does open them, though, the Doctor remains, face flushed and expression quite shy. He's also sitting up awkwardly and completely ignoring his own erection.
Rory observes all of this, but before he gets around to pointing it out to Amy, she's already slinking over toward him. "Doctor," she says in that honeyed voice that Rory can't resist, "have fun?"
She glances back at Rory, giving him a look as if to say, 'well, are you coming?' Rory scrambles over to join them, though he feels guilty because the Doctor just looks so embarrassed. He feels like that was him, several years ago and miles away when he got his first hard-on looking at a guy in the locker room.
Amy doesn't let his hesitance slow her down. She rests a hand dangerously high on the Doctor's leg and leans in to speak in his ear. "We can take care of you," she says.
The Doctor swallows and looks at her, touching her face almost reverently, then pulling her forward to rest their foreheads together for several long moments. She pulls away, looking dazed, and then the Doctor turns and does the same to Rory. As their foreheads touch, Rory is hit suddenly with the weight of all the Doctor's years, and the importance of this moment. He feels something in the Doctor's touch that has equal weight in him, the love he truly feels for the Doctor being echoed back at him.
When the Doctor withdraws his hand, Rory feels a bit dizzy, and Amy's hand on his arm means she must be feeling the same way. He shares another look with Amy, this one much different then those previous. For the first time, they have some idea of what the Doctor's feeling, though Rory is sure that was barely even the tip of the iceberg.
"And you're ready?" Rory asks, wanting to be sure.
The Doctor smiles then, open and mischievous, apparently satisfied with this turn of events. He stands and pulls the two of them into a hug, then heads straight for the bed.
"I can't believe you two," the Doctor begins, stretching out on the bed with an obvious plan to talk at them for a while, despite his obvious arousal. "All this time, you claim to want me, and then on the day I make my move and plan the whole day to do it, you come back and go straight to bed."
"We were chased by half the shopkeepers of Toman'yu! Not exactly the best aphrodisiac in the universe," Rory protests.
"Hang on," Amy says, catching on to something. "That rock. The one you gave us, that you bought in the Market."
"Yes, finally, thank you Amy. That was a piece of Ancient Matter. A rock from the first planet at the dawn of time. Been around more millennia than you could fathom." He pauses and looks into the distance. "A token, meant to signify a love that can weather all things, even time. And I would've explained it to you had Rory not gotten distracted by the shiny sword in the next booth."
"Oi! I was fascinated, what about you? You were the one that decided to break into the chief's tent and wield it at him!"
"It didn't belong to them, and I had to be sure they were to blame before I accused the wrong person. How was I to know that speaking to the chief would start a riot throughout the village?"
"Boys!" Amy suddenly cries, frustrated. "Don't you think you're getting a bit off track?" She stares at them both until she is apparently satisfied, then continues. "Right. So you planned everything out perfectly, the shopping, the token, the bigger bed. You were seducing us."
Rory can't believe it, but Amy has managed to make the Doctor blush.
"I wouldn't say seducing, it was more like... signaling." Rory and Amy shoot him identical looks of mixed amusement and disbelief, so he continues, "You told me to let you know when I was ready! This was me, letting you know."
"The words, 'I want you' or 'I'm ready now' or even 'Let's shag' would have been much more direct," Amy points out, but she's apparently moving past it because she starts running her hand along the Doctor's inner thigh.
"You're more important to me than that," the Doctor says, looking painfully earnest despite the obvious effect Amy is having on his libido. "Both of you, I mean it," he adds, looking at Rory now.
"Doctor," Amy says, in that tone of voice that means she's decided something and no one will be able to stop her, "telling us you want us... It's not cheap, or meaningless. If it's the truth, then it's just as important as the Ancient Matter... rock."
"Though that really is lovely," Rory feels compelled to throw in.
"Yes. Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to get back to the shagging."
The Doctor looks as if he wants to protest, to monologue some more before they get moving - Rory is impressed at his willpower - but then Amy gives one good tug at his pajama pants and then takes him in her mouth without any hesitation.
Rory watches in fascination. He's never seen her like this, from this angle, and the Doctor's face is fairly priceless as well. He wishes he had a camera, because... wow.
And then, oh, the Doctor tears his shocked gaze away from Amy and fixes it on Rory, and Rory feels himself moving toward him without being asked. He fits their mouths together and the Doctor responds hungrily, even more intense than usual, which Rory would have been unable to fathom a second ago. He breaks the kiss and turns his head to trail kisses down the Doctor's neck.
The Doctor seems very controlled in the face of all this stimulation, which is more than Rory would be able to say for himself, but in looking closer, Rory can see that he's starting to unravel. Rory sits back to watch the Doctor's expression for a moment, and it's practically reverent as he reaches down to card his fingers through Amy's hair. She moans appreciatively at the touch, and the Doctor tilts his head back and makes a wonderful noise as his hips twitch forward.
"Amy," the Doctor says in a broken, awed whisper. Rory darts in while he's still stretched out to press a kiss underneath his chin. He maps his mouth over the Doctor's heated skin, down over his chest, and he can feel his muscles tense.
"Doctor," Rory says, then has to pause to swallow when that wrecked gaze is focused on him. "It's okay to let go."
It's probably just convenient timing, but the Doctor arches up with a cry at that, Amy moving with him like the sex goddess that she is. Rory watches is appreciation as she sits up and receives the Doctor's thanks in the form of a long, languid kiss.
When Amy's mouth finally leaves the Doctor's, she leaves her body mostly draped over him and says, "Come on, Rory. Cuddling."
It's a lot closer cuddling he's grown accustomed to, but he feels like he's just ridden a roller coaster five times and once backwards, so he ignores any self-consciousness and enjoys the relaxation.
In the ensuing silence, his brain starts to work, and he eventually has to sit up and ask the Doctor, "What changed your mind?"
"You did," the Doctor says easily. "Both of you."
Rory smiles and ducks his head, but Amy isn't having that. "What kind of answer is that? We're the same people we were three months ago when you wouldn't even snog us."
"I told you I wasn't ready, not that I never would be."
She heaves a frustrated sigh, but they both know there's more fondness in it than she would admit.
Rory must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing he knows, he's blinking awake, facing the opposite wall, and there is some unsubtle shifting going on behind him. It's almost a repeat of the previous day, except this time he knows that's the Doctor's hand, and he's pretty sure it's there on purpose.
He slides his hand over the Doctor's wrist to encourage the direction it's heading, and the Doctor leans in and hums contentedly into Rory's neck.
Rory decides, now that the implications are out of the way, that he'd really quite like to see the Doctor. He rolls over onto his back, and the Doctor follows his lead and climbs on top of him as his hand moves that final bit down to wrap around Rory's cock. Rory's mouth falls open and he gasps as the Doctor pumps his fist, getting a feel for what he's doing.
"You're beautiful," the Doctor says, eyes contemplative as he studies Rory's face.
Rory laughs. "Yeah, we humans got the whole evolution thing right, finally," he quips, voice breaking halfway through when the Doctor twists his hand just right.
"I'm not talking about humans," the Doctor corrects. "I'm talking about you."
"Told you," Amy says from beside them. Rory didn't even know she was awake.
"Amy," Rory says, then breathes in sharply, feeling compelled to add, "Doctor."
Amy leans between them to kiss the Doctor, who thankfully keeps his rhythm up as his tongue curls into Amy's mouth. When she pulls away, Amy shifts around to face Rory, giving him the same treatment.
"You should take care of the Doctor too," she says confidentially.
"What about you?" he asks. Not that it doesn't sound brilliant, but Rory doesn't want anyone to be left out.
She grins wickedly. "I've a good idea of how you'll make it up to me. But best save it for tomorrow."
She moves away, and Rory gathers all his willpower to reach down and stop the Doctor's movements.
The Doctor looks confused for a moment, licking his lips absently. "Come up here," Rory beckons.
He lets his hands roam over the Doctor's skin as they kiss, mentally cataloging all the places that make him squirm and gasp into Rory's mouth.
Finally, when he can't take his own teasing any more, he guides the Doctor over a bit so that he can fist their cocks together. The Doctor makes a noise that sounds like oh into his mouth, and Rory has to agree with that sentiment.
"Just look at the two of you," Amy says appreciatively. "My boys. All hot and bothered in my bed, and it's not even my birthday."
Rory makes an encouraging noise as the Doctor reaches between them to help.
"It could be," the Doctor says, voice coming out a bit strained. "We could jump ahead to your birthday. Or go back to the actual day of your birth. Wouldn't recommend that one, though. A bit risky."
Amy's eyebrows shoot up as he rambles on. "We must be doing something right, Rory, he's already making us promises."
"He's making you promises," Rory points out, though he's pretty content with things the way they are right now.
He regrets his word choice almost instantly, when the Doctor's flushed features take on a concerned expression. "What do you want, Rory Williams? What makes you happy?"
There are plenty of things that run through Rory’s mind, but he can’t really concentrate on them right now. He really just wants the Doctor to speed it up a bit, and he does his best to communicate that through the frantic movement of his body. The Doctor picks up on it and responds accordingly, and soon Rory is crying out as he spills over both of their hands.
He summons all his energy to work the Doctor to his release, letting the Doctor's little sounds wash over him until they both sag back onto the mattress contentedly.
"To answer your question," Rory says a few minutes later, "What makes me happy?"
The Doctor nods, looking serious.
He pulls Amy closer so that they're all snug against each other on the bed. "Ancient Matter rocks, you listening to me when I have a plan, and you, Amy, stopping me from doing anything stupid. Planets none of us have seen before and planets you're sharing with us for the first time. Every kind of species in the universe and being able to see how they interact with each other. The swing set behind Amy's house. The TARDIS. Both of you." He glances up from where he's taken both of their hands. The Doctor looks a bit misty-eyed, and Amy seems torn between hugging him and smacking him for being such a sap. "Just to name a few things."
She opts for hugging him, in the end. Rory holds them both close and knows he'll never forget this moment, with the three of them smiling at each other without another care in the world.
******
"You got to do it last night," Rory points out, trying to keep his voice down.
"Yes, but I've also done it before. You need to practice, and that's better done when he's awake."
The Doctor opens one eye, looks at both of them, and then blinks both eyes open.
"Oh, great," Rory complains. "Now you've woken him."
"What's going on?" the Doctor asks groggily.
"I wanted to wake you up the fun way, but then Amy said that she should do it and wouldn't let me, and then--"
"Hey, you're the one who was being all embarrassed and hesitant when I caught you at it," Amy says.
"The 'fun way,' what's that?" the Doctor asks, looking curious.
Rory shares a look with Amy. "With... my mouth?"
The Doctor stares at his mouth in confusion for a moment, but then it dawns on him. "Oh."
"Yes."
"Right." The Doctor laughs a bit. "You two never stop, do you?"
"Not unless you tell us to," Amy says, crawling on top of him and kissing him thoroughly.
They have a bit of a late morning, in the end.
******
"How do you feel about a concert?" the Doctor asks later, already directing the TARDIS to their next stop.
Rory responds with a mostly-apathetic "eh," while Amy says, "Depends who's giving the concert."
"The Faceoli have invited us to their first official live show since gaining their freedom," the Doctor announces, looking proud of himself.
"What, back on Jsunda?" Amy asks, giving him a skeptical look.
"Yes, and on that note, it's very important that we stick together while we're there. The shapeshifters might still be around."
"I think I can handle that," Amy says, grabbing onto the Doctor's belt and leaning in to demand a kiss.
"Weren't they on the other side of the planet, though? How would they be back on the side with the Faceoli?"
"Teleport zones," the Doctor explains. "You can travel just about anywhere on the planet, if you know where you're going. Besides," he adds, coming closer to Rory, "it will have been a few months. Anything could happen in that time frame."
Rory swallows thickly as he catches the Doctor's layered meaning, and also because the Doctor is in his space and smiling wickedly. Their kiss is nothing short of passionate, but it ends far too soon for Rory's liking. Amy picks up where the Doctor left off, only pulling away when the TARDIS lands and jerks them both to the side, laughing all the way.
******
For Rory, the concert passes far too quickly and yet not quickly enough. The Faleoci have been kind enough to give them the finest seats, not exactly private but apparently private enough.
Rory yelps in surprise when the Doctor's hands suddenly start roaming halfway through song two, and by song ten his clothes are pulled at odd angles, his mouth red, and Amy and the Doctor look just as disheveled, if not worse.
"Back to the TARDIS, then?" Amy suggests, even though the concert is far from over.
"I think so, yeah," Rory answers, and they both look to the Doctor expectantly.
The Doctor breathes out a sigh, but it ends with a smile. "What am I going to do with you two?" he says, his smile growing. He hops up and leads the way down from their box seats, and Rory smiles at Amy triumphantly as they follow.
They're weaving their way through people in the venue's lobby, though, when suddenly Rory is grabbed roughly and pulled back from Amy and the Doctor. He tries to make a sound, but it's too loud in the room for them to notice, and then everything goes dark.
******
When Rory comes to, he is tied to a very uncomfortable chair in a poorly lit room like he was just dropped in a cheesy buddy cop movie.
There's even another guy in here, waiting for him, who smiles when he sees that Rory is awake and morphs into Yror, his lookalike.
"Hello, sunshine," Yror says, evil sneer on his face. Rory never imagined seeing his evil twin (though it sounds like something Amy might have dreamed up when they were kids), but if he had, Yror is pretty much spot on.
"What do you want?" Rory asks, glaring.
"You've got a TARDIS," Yror says, crouching down and shooting Rory a mocking look. "And we're going to take it."
Rory rolls his eyes. "What are you going to do, snog me to death? Because that worked so well last time."
Yror smirks and then stands up straight, morphing into Amy's counterpart.
"Maybe not on you," Yma says, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Rory fights his response to that, focusing on the fact that she's not Amy. "But my partner should be taking your friends out as we speak."
"Oh please," Rory says, turning to stare her directly in the eye. "One word out of his mouth, and they'll know he's not me."
Yma laughs loudly, standing up. "Have you seen yourselves, boy? You can't keep your hands off each other. He won't need to say a word."
Rory swallows, remembering his thoughts right before they snatched him. He hopes Yma isn't right.
"Besides," she continues, rippling into an imitation of the Doctor, "I haven't given up on you yet."
"I was misguided in posing as your wife the first time," Rotcod continues. "You've clearly grown complacent with her. But this Doctor," he says, running his hands down his body appreciatively, "he's still new to you. And quite handsome, if a bit misguided in clothing choices."
Rory keeps a steady glare going, refusing to react. Rotcod steps in closer, running his hands teasingly across Rory's neck, down his arm. Rory shudders involuntarily.
"That's what I love about you humans. Susceptible to the basest instincts; all it takes is a touch."
"And what about you lot?" Rory counters. "You can't even kiss someone without knocking them out. What a pathetic existence that must be."
Rotcod scowls, and it's not a look Rory ever wants to see on the Doctor's face. "You don't know a thing about intimacy!" he spits out, baking away to pace the floor. "You species throws away kisses like they're nothing! We save ourselves for decades, and after a nice long life, we share one memorable kiss with our lover before moving on."
"What? That's how all your best relationships end, with the two of you killing each other?"
"Hold your tongue, boy. You know nothing of us."
After a pause, Rory tilts his head up and says, "You know, there might be a way for you to get past it."
Rotcod regards him with suspicion. "Like what?"
"Untie my hands and I'll show you."
Rotcod bursts out laughing. "You must think I was born yesterday!"
"Just my hands," Rory presses. "You'll still have my feet; I won't be able to go anywhere."
Rotcod narrows his eyes, but he looks like he's thinking about it. After a moment, he offers, "One hand."
Rory glares. "Fine. One hand."
"What do you want with the TARDIS, anyway?" Rory asks, trying to draw attention away from the fact that he's watching intently to see how the knots are undone.
"What do I want with a TARDIS!?" he repeats in disbelief. "Wow, boy, you really are stupid."
Rory just gives him an unamused look and raises his eyebrows as if to say, 'Well?'
"To get off this rock, of course," Rotcod say, scowling. "Trapped here my whole life with nothing new to see. You don't know how good you have it."
"Me?" Rory asks. "What about you? You've got free reign of the entire planet! Where I come from, you've got to pay for that kind of mobility. Your fiancée goes to Scotland for a month, you can't just pop 'round the corner and go see her, you've got to wait."
The last knot pulls free and Rotcod smirks at him. "Just as I suspected. The TARDIS doesn't belong to you at all, does it? He's just having you along. How long 'til that's over? 'Til he gets bored of you and drops you at the next pitstop?"
Rory doesn't take the bait. "Do you want me to help you or not?"
"I sincerely doubt you will help me," Rotcod says, "unless you intend to let me on the TARDIS."
Rory reaches out and grabs Rotcod's face, and he looks at Rory in alarm until Rory tilts his face away and presses a kiss to his neck. It feels wrong, weird, but Rory needs a moment to convince himself that what he's about to do is right. Rotcod makes an odd, pleased humming noise and Rory steels himself.
"A true kiss for the false one," he mumbles, and Rotcod says, "What?" as Rory turns his face back and brings their mouths together.
He does his best to keep two things in mind as he kisses him: how much he truly cares for the Doctor, and how much he truly despises this guy.
Rotcod responds enthusiastically, and it's wrong, all wrong. Rory does his best not to doubt himself and is rewarded, ultimately, when Rotcod's body goes limp and he falls to the floor.
Rory breathes a sigh of relief, and then spits on the ground. "That just wasn't right," he tells no one as he gets to work on the other knots.
******
He calls his cell phone from the TARDIS phone once he gets back, knowing that he left it in the jacket that Amy was wearing. It rings twice, and worry starts to creep into his mind when there is a click.
"This had better be my husband," Amy says, sounding threatening.
"Hello, dear," he says sweetly. "I take it you're having as much fun as me."
"We're trying to decide how to deal with this... shapeshifter person. The Doctor keeps trying to talk to him, but he just goes on about the TARDIS the whole time, and he won't stop looking like you."
"It's okay, I know how to defeat them," Rory says. "A true kiss to make up for the false one."
"What?" Amy asks, sounding distracted.
"A true-- You know what, just put the Doctor on the phone."
"Rory! What's the code phrase?"
Rory sighs and dutifully says, "Bowties are cool." The Doctor makes a pleased noise and Rory adds, "They're not, though. Just because you made me say it doesn't make it true."
"See you've escaped being captured, then. Can't say the same for our friend here. Quite fond of looking like you, this one."
"Can't say I blame him," Rory says, laughing. The Doctor doesn't laugh back, though, so the sound dies out awkwardly. Rory clears his throat. "Right. So, a true kiss for the false one."
"What?" the Doctor says, and Rory's starting to wonder if the connection is bad, because they're not hard of hearing. But then the Doctor laughs, loud and triumphant.
"Rory, you brilliant, magnificent, gorgeous man!" Rory hears Amy in the background, but he can't make out what she's saying. "Later, Amy," the Doctor says, and Rory laughs.
"Right," the Doctor says, getting back on track. "Rory, you stay in the TARDIS. We'll take care of Yror and meet you back there."
"Did you just essentially tell me to wait in the car?"
"No, by all means, go wait in the bed," the Doctor says cheekily, then hangs up.
Rory stares at the phone, laughing in surprise. He doesn't know where they are, though, so he decides to take the Doctor up on that.
Waiting turns out to be insanely boring, though, and next thing he knows, he's asleep.
******
He wakes up from a really, really lovely dream, and he really, really doesn't want to wake up because -- oh. Oh, he's not dreaming.
The Doctor is there, between his knees, waking him up the 'fun way' with Amy sitting nearby offering helpful hints. Rory tries to say something, but it just comes out nnngh.
"Good! See, he's awake and making appreciative noises."
Rory doesn't quite like the way she makes it sound so clinical, but the Doctor continues on enthusiastically. "Oh, so it's alright if he practices while I'm asleep, but not the other way around?" He bites his lip and concentrates on not pushing into the warm heat of the Doctor's mouth.
The Doctor pulls off, looking disappointed, but not as disappointed as Rory feels. He's not even ashamed for the pathetic noise that escapes his lips.
"You said if he was still forming coherent sentences, I wasn't doing it right," the Doctor says to Amy, and he just looks so sullen.
"Doctor," Rory says, a bit breathless, "get back here."
Amy raises her eyebrows as if to say see? You're doing fine, and the Doctor mercifully goes back to his ministrations.
By the time his hands are fisting in the sheets and he tries valiantly to warn the Doctor, Amy has moved over close enough to pull him away and kiss Rory thoroughly while she pulls him over the edge.
When his head is clear, a few minutes later, he returns the Doctor's dopey grin and says, "Morning."
******
"You know, most husbands have to hear their wives complain about never having a chance to wear their wedding dress again," Amy says, joining them from the wardrobe. "But my husband makes me put it back on for laughs."
"You've always liked costumes," Rory points out.
She looks just as radiant wearing it as their wedding day, and Rory tells her this. This earns him a big smile and a long kiss.
"Can't say I disagree," the Doctor says, joining them.
"You look smashing as well," Rory says. "Don't know if I mentioned. Love the top hat."
"Don't encourage him," Amy reprimands as the Doctor kisses Rory sweetly. As he backs away and begins flipping switches, the TARDIS kicking into gear, Amy asks, "So is anyone going to tell me why we're all wearing this get-up?"
"It's a surprise," Rory tells her. The Doctor smiles at him, and she looks between them with suspicion. "You'll find out soon enough."
"We had better not be going back to our wedding night. One of the perks of going off with the Doctor was avoiding small talk with the guests."
The TARDIS jolts to a halt, and the Doctor nods to Rory.
"You know how I told you to keep the weekend of August 21 open?" he asks Amy, taking both of her hands.
"Yeah. Why?"
Rory beams at her, pulling her along to the door and guiding the two of them outside. The Doctor follows dutifully behind them.
Amy puts her free hand to her mouth when she sees it, then looks at him, eyes wide and bright. "Is it--"
"Yup," Rory answers.
"Are we--"
"Yup," he says again. Amy makes a noise of delight and practically tackles him in a hug.
"What is it?" the Doctor asks, quietly butting in.
"You didn't tell him?" Amy asks Rory.
"It's a surprise for him too."
"It's this posh little resort we'd always talk about running away to when we were in school," she explains, taking each of them by the hand and leading them toward the resort. "We'd always dream up different scenarios, like one time we said we'd stow away in someone's bag and eat all their biscuits while they were out at the pool. But it's so expensive, it was always just a dream, even when we got older."
Her voice goes quiet, and she looks at Rory as if she can't believe he's real. It's a look so seldom directed at him that he doesn't quite know what to say.
"So, bride and groom, honeymoon suite," the Doctor says, trying and failing not to look expectant. He doesn't say 'where does that leave me?', but he may as well.
"It's big enough for three," Rory assures him, then holds out his hand. "Psychic paper."
The Doctor hands it over as agreed, but Rory is surprised when he doesn't even ask questions.
Even with the psychic paper, though, convincing the man at the front desk that the reservation should be for three is quite the challenge. In the end, Amy has to distract him while the Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver to hack in and change the record.
The Doctor waits until they're in the room and Amy has gone to investigate the (unreasonably large) bathroom to protest.
"Rory," he begins in that argumentative tone. "You shouldn't be using your reservation for this. We could have come here ten years from now, and saved your money."
Rory shakes his head. "We travel in a time machine. I don't have any money, I don't know where anything is, I only figure out how to survive in increments. This is one thing I do have control over, and I want to share it. With both of you."
"I find you Ancient Matter, you reserve fancy hotels," the Doctor says. It sounds fairly pathetic, but the Doctor smiles like it's brilliant.
"I know it's probably boring--"
"Nonsense!" the Doctor exclaims, interrupting. "With you two, nothing is ever boring."
Rory takes a page from the Doctor's book and continues as if he wasn't interrupted. "But it's only two nights, and then we'll get back to traveling."
"Alright boys," Amy says, appearing in the bathroom doorway with a bathrobe hanging from her shoulders, covering almost nothing. "What do you say we give this whirlpool tub a spin?"
Rory takes in the sight of her, unable to believe how gorgeous she is, and looks to see the same feeling expressed on the Doctor's face. He can hardly remember a time when the Doctor would look at either of them with a guarded expression.
The Doctor shifts his gaze toward Rory, eyes dancing. "Race you," he says before rushing to Amy's side and twirling her in a circle.
Rory laughs and points out that that's cheating, but he follows.
******
By the time they're ready to check out on Sunday, Rory has to admit he's ready to leave. They'd spent most of the day before shopping around London, Amy saying she was going to "update" the TARDIS wardrobe, and the Doctor spending far too long in a shop that had far too may bowtie selections. They went out to a fancy dinner that night, then had a bit of a lie-in this morning, but Rory is practically itching to get back to the TARDIS.
"I don't think I've ever felt so rested," the Doctor says, putting an arm around Rory's shoulders.
"Yeah," Rory agrees. "Glad it's over, though."
"Yeah?" the Doctor says, looking just slightly hopeful.
"Yeah. Given enough time without all that running, you start to miss it."
Amy pushes her way between the two of them and puts her arms around them, all of them smiling ridiculously. "Are you boys thinking what I'm thinking?"
Rory takes in her challenging stare and announces, "Race you to the TARDIS!"
He hears Amy's laugh and the Doctor's shout about cheating from behind him, but he's having too much fun to stop.
When Rory comes in view of the TARDIS, though, he sees Jeff standing there, arms crossed, next to a man in a trenchcoat.
Rory stops running, feeling a bit silly, until Amy and the Doctor speed past and he feels compelled to try to keep up.
The Doctor reaches the TARDIS first, clutching the corner of the box triumphantly. "Jeff! Jack! What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Doctor," they both say simultaneously. Jeff shoots a glare at the other man, Jack, who smiles as if he hasn't noticed.
"We're here to help you," Jack says.
"I wasn't aware I needed helping," the Doctor says.
"I know. The three of you dropped us off from the future. You're gonna want to let us inside."
"Trouble?" the Doctor says, looking pleased.
Rory and Amy share a smile. "What are we waiting for?"
THE END
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