Doctor Gear, OT3, Part 3 of 4
Title: The 11th Doctor
Pairing: James/Jeremy, James/Jeremy/Richard
Summary: James becomes the new Doctor, Jeremy becomes the new Master, and Richard becomes the new companion. Doctor Who/Top Gear crossover.
Warnings: Crack, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 1,297/6,789
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This part: G
A/N: BETA'd by the wonderful Mad_Lemming_89. Any other mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear, Doctor Who or either of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
Richard could feel the thrum of the engine vibrate through his body as he pushed the accelerator down further. He could feel the power beneath his hands, as he gripped the steering wheel, turning the car sharply to the left. The back drifted slightly as he turned the corner, but he quickly straightened it up.
The noise of the Doctor’s laughter filled his ears, and from the corner of his eye, Richard could see him holding onto the dashboard with white knuckles. He had let Richard drive, as he had sworn he didn’t know how cars worked. The Master had huffed at his statement, but had kept quiet after a rather shifty glare from the Doctor. Richard had happily agreed and had chosen the fastest looking car. He had no idea what it was exactly, but it looked suspiciously like a Bugatti Veyron. He had always had his doubts that the car was too good for any human to create, and this almost proved it.
His grin widened as he glanced in his rear view mirror and noticed the Master trying not to smile. The Master’s eyes were now darker than Richard remembered them being, and if Richard were brave enough, he would say that the Master was turned on from the speed.
He glanced quickly back at the road, before resuming his perusal of the Master’s face. It was turning quite red now, and he was biting his bottom lip. He looked as though he were about to burst. Before Richard could prepare himself, the Master shouted loudly, making both him and the Doctor jump.
“Power!” he yelled, gripping the back of Richard’s chair and leaning forwards.
Richard didn’t know whether or not to be scared as the look of a complete maniac took over the Master’s features.
The Doctor glanced worriedly at the Master, before turning to Richard, a wry look on his face.
“This happens sometimes, he gets a bit too excited. You might want to slow down a little and let him calm down.”
Richard couldn’t help but ignore him. He kept replaying the Master’s face of complete bliss, his dark eyes, his red, bruised lip. He pressed the car forwards as the Doctor said nothing, just fixed his eyes on Richard with a look that Richard couldn’t quite decipher. It looked almost calculating, but Richard had no idea why.
The engine revved louder and the tyres squealed as the road banked tightly to the left. Never before had Richard had the chance to drive so wildly and he loved every second of it. The lives of two other people sat in his open, sweaty, palm, waiting for the instant where he would lose control and crush them with his fingers, and he loved it.
He glanced into his rear view mirror and his heart sped up as he locked eyes with the Master. There was a slight smirk on the Master’s face and Richard once again didn’t know if he should be afraid of it or not. Without thinking, he smirked back, and quickly turned his eyes to the speedometer.
They were going over 200 miles per hour, now, but Richard pressed on -- 210, 220, 230. The outside scenery was just a blur, but the road continued to stretch onwards into, what appeared to be, infinity. No one else, just them, and a car that went faster than Richard could believe. He’d seen test drives, he’d read articles, but nothing compared to the feel of an actual Bugatti Veyron under his hands and feet. It didn’t matter that it was a modified space version; he was driving it.
There was a crackle of static before a voice came out of the speakers telling them to head back to the pit.
Richard kept his foot down until a corner loomed up ahead and he was forced to slow.
He couldn’t keep his body from shaking, or keep his feelings under wraps. The amount of adrenaline flowing through his body inhibited him from doing simple things like undoing the zipper on the racing suit, or buttoning his own trousers. Jokes and snide remarks were set aside for the time being as the Doctor helped Richard to dress once again. Even when they had returned to the safety of the TARDIS, Richard’s brain was still reeling. He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t stop tapping his fingers against nearby surfaces, and try as he might, he couldn’t stop his words as they tumbled out of his mouth.
“God that was fast, I mean, I’ve driven fast before, but that was fast. Did you hear the engine? I thought God was sending us a message, or something. I never thought I’d ever drive one of those, but I just did, and it was more amazing than I thought it would be. God it was fast.”
He ran his hand through his hair, mussing it to the point of no return, and turned to face the Doctor and the Master. They were stood side by side, mirrored smirks on their faces.
“What?” he asked as his chest heaved from rambling continuously.
The Doctor shrugged and turned towards the Master, as though he held the answer to Richard’s rhetorical question. The Master crossed his arms and sighed.
“Is he still being thick?” he asked no one in particular.
“Who? Me?” Richard questioned, looking slightly shocked at the Master’s words.
“No, I was talking about Piers Morgan. Of course I meant you,” said the Master, throwing his arms into the air.
“You’ve been set up! Gotcha! This,” the Master thumbed towards the Doctor, who was looking apprehensively at him. “This is my ‘old friend’.” He used his fingers to create quotation marks around old friend. “Except, we met up recently for a chat. He told me he’d had an eye on a young, fresh human, who looked up for a bit of fun.” He thumbed towards Richard, who stood with his mouth open in confusion, before whispering, “That’s you.”
A small splutter escaped from Richard’s mouth, but before he could say anything else, the Master continued on with his confession.
“He went to fetch you, and I waited patiently on the so called ‘best driving planet’ for you two to arrive.”
He took his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and twirled it between his long fingers.
“Luckily for us, you had no idea about the ‘make things a bit wobbly’ setting on this thing. We pretend we’ve destroyed a planet and, voilà, I’m stuck with you two. We were planning on getting you a bit drunk first, but I suspect that even then, you’d still be as thick as the universe is wide, so here’s us asking you outright. Whose cock would you rather have in you?”
Another small noise escaped from between Richard’s lips, though this one sounded more like a moan.
The Doctor shifted from one foot to the other and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I can take you back to Earth, if you want me to. We can ignore what this great oaf said and forget this ever happened.”
The Doctor watched Richard’s face carefully, and when he still failed to move, he sighed and walked towards the TARDIS’ computer.
A warm palm on his wrist stopped him and he turned to see Richard standing very close.
“His cock, your mouth,” he hissed before placing his hand on the back of the Doctor’s head and pressing their lips together.
The Doctor, once he had recovered from the shock, kissed him back, his eyes open and staring at the Master over Richard’s shoulder. The Master smirked.
The words, I win, floated around in the Doctor’s head before he shut his eyes against the Master’s stare and opened his mouth against Richard’s insistent tongue.
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR
Pairing: James/Jeremy, James/Jeremy/Richard
Summary: James becomes the new Doctor, Jeremy becomes the new Master, and Richard becomes the new companion. Doctor Who/Top Gear crossover.
Warnings: Crack, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 1,297/6,789
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This part: G
A/N: BETA'd by the wonderful Mad_Lemming_89. Any other mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear, Doctor Who or either of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
Richard could feel the thrum of the engine vibrate through his body as he pushed the accelerator down further. He could feel the power beneath his hands, as he gripped the steering wheel, turning the car sharply to the left. The back drifted slightly as he turned the corner, but he quickly straightened it up.
The noise of the Doctor’s laughter filled his ears, and from the corner of his eye, Richard could see him holding onto the dashboard with white knuckles. He had let Richard drive, as he had sworn he didn’t know how cars worked. The Master had huffed at his statement, but had kept quiet after a rather shifty glare from the Doctor. Richard had happily agreed and had chosen the fastest looking car. He had no idea what it was exactly, but it looked suspiciously like a Bugatti Veyron. He had always had his doubts that the car was too good for any human to create, and this almost proved it.
His grin widened as he glanced in his rear view mirror and noticed the Master trying not to smile. The Master’s eyes were now darker than Richard remembered them being, and if Richard were brave enough, he would say that the Master was turned on from the speed.
He glanced quickly back at the road, before resuming his perusal of the Master’s face. It was turning quite red now, and he was biting his bottom lip. He looked as though he were about to burst. Before Richard could prepare himself, the Master shouted loudly, making both him and the Doctor jump.
“Power!” he yelled, gripping the back of Richard’s chair and leaning forwards.
Richard didn’t know whether or not to be scared as the look of a complete maniac took over the Master’s features.
The Doctor glanced worriedly at the Master, before turning to Richard, a wry look on his face.
“This happens sometimes, he gets a bit too excited. You might want to slow down a little and let him calm down.”
Richard couldn’t help but ignore him. He kept replaying the Master’s face of complete bliss, his dark eyes, his red, bruised lip. He pressed the car forwards as the Doctor said nothing, just fixed his eyes on Richard with a look that Richard couldn’t quite decipher. It looked almost calculating, but Richard had no idea why.
The engine revved louder and the tyres squealed as the road banked tightly to the left. Never before had Richard had the chance to drive so wildly and he loved every second of it. The lives of two other people sat in his open, sweaty, palm, waiting for the instant where he would lose control and crush them with his fingers, and he loved it.
He glanced into his rear view mirror and his heart sped up as he locked eyes with the Master. There was a slight smirk on the Master’s face and Richard once again didn’t know if he should be afraid of it or not. Without thinking, he smirked back, and quickly turned his eyes to the speedometer.
They were going over 200 miles per hour, now, but Richard pressed on -- 210, 220, 230. The outside scenery was just a blur, but the road continued to stretch onwards into, what appeared to be, infinity. No one else, just them, and a car that went faster than Richard could believe. He’d seen test drives, he’d read articles, but nothing compared to the feel of an actual Bugatti Veyron under his hands and feet. It didn’t matter that it was a modified space version; he was driving it.
There was a crackle of static before a voice came out of the speakers telling them to head back to the pit.
Richard kept his foot down until a corner loomed up ahead and he was forced to slow.
He couldn’t keep his body from shaking, or keep his feelings under wraps. The amount of adrenaline flowing through his body inhibited him from doing simple things like undoing the zipper on the racing suit, or buttoning his own trousers. Jokes and snide remarks were set aside for the time being as the Doctor helped Richard to dress once again. Even when they had returned to the safety of the TARDIS, Richard’s brain was still reeling. He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t stop tapping his fingers against nearby surfaces, and try as he might, he couldn’t stop his words as they tumbled out of his mouth.
“God that was fast, I mean, I’ve driven fast before, but that was fast. Did you hear the engine? I thought God was sending us a message, or something. I never thought I’d ever drive one of those, but I just did, and it was more amazing than I thought it would be. God it was fast.”
He ran his hand through his hair, mussing it to the point of no return, and turned to face the Doctor and the Master. They were stood side by side, mirrored smirks on their faces.
“What?” he asked as his chest heaved from rambling continuously.
The Doctor shrugged and turned towards the Master, as though he held the answer to Richard’s rhetorical question. The Master crossed his arms and sighed.
“Is he still being thick?” he asked no one in particular.
“Who? Me?” Richard questioned, looking slightly shocked at the Master’s words.
“No, I was talking about Piers Morgan. Of course I meant you,” said the Master, throwing his arms into the air.
“You’ve been set up! Gotcha! This,” the Master thumbed towards the Doctor, who was looking apprehensively at him. “This is my ‘old friend’.” He used his fingers to create quotation marks around old friend. “Except, we met up recently for a chat. He told me he’d had an eye on a young, fresh human, who looked up for a bit of fun.” He thumbed towards Richard, who stood with his mouth open in confusion, before whispering, “That’s you.”
A small splutter escaped from Richard’s mouth, but before he could say anything else, the Master continued on with his confession.
“He went to fetch you, and I waited patiently on the so called ‘best driving planet’ for you two to arrive.”
He took his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and twirled it between his long fingers.
“Luckily for us, you had no idea about the ‘make things a bit wobbly’ setting on this thing. We pretend we’ve destroyed a planet and, voilà, I’m stuck with you two. We were planning on getting you a bit drunk first, but I suspect that even then, you’d still be as thick as the universe is wide, so here’s us asking you outright. Whose cock would you rather have in you?”
Another small noise escaped from between Richard’s lips, though this one sounded more like a moan.
The Doctor shifted from one foot to the other and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I can take you back to Earth, if you want me to. We can ignore what this great oaf said and forget this ever happened.”
The Doctor watched Richard’s face carefully, and when he still failed to move, he sighed and walked towards the TARDIS’ computer.
A warm palm on his wrist stopped him and he turned to see Richard standing very close.
“His cock, your mouth,” he hissed before placing his hand on the back of the Doctor’s head and pressing their lips together.
The Doctor, once he had recovered from the shock, kissed him back, his eyes open and staring at the Master over Richard’s shoulder. The Master smirked.
The words, I win, floated around in the Doctor’s head before he shut his eyes against the Master’s stare and opened his mouth against Richard’s insistent tongue.
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