Fic: Seeking Primes - Part 6

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Title: Seeking Primes [6/?]
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Beta: dtstrainers
OT3: Ten/Rose/Eleven
Words: 4,988
Rating: MA
Spoilers: Doomsday and Journey's End; best to avoid if you haven't seen everything up to The Eleventh Hour.
Author's Notes: Very much love to dtstrainers; she held my hand through so much of this chapter, and were it not for our late-night IMing sessions, this would still be one of my shoddy outlines.
Warnings: OT3, het, slash

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After clearing up the detritus of their morning meal, the two Time Lords returned to the control room, and hovered about the console. Adrift in the Time Vortex, neither of them had to pilot the TARDIS; instead the two analyzed readings and crunched numbers; calculating probabilities and identifying coordinates for future destinations.

Rose entered the room, skin still pink from her shower, her damp hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She was wearing a black skirt that came down to mid-thigh, and a dark pink jumper. “What are you two getting up to then?” she asked, putting a hand on the left shoulder of the older Doctor and the right shoulder of her Doctor, leaning into them and peeking over both to observe the circular script on the monitors.

At the same moment, nearly-identical thoughts welled up in the two Time Lord brains as both smelled her crème rinse. It was the kind they’d bought at an alien market, and it smelled delicately of apple grass. Both Doctors recalled the hours they’d spent with Rose, sprawled out on his long coat, fingers entwined, the breeze tugging at them from all sides.

“Just plotting some coordinates. I thought I’d take you to the 2012 Olympic games; I thought you’d be keen on the gymnastics,” he winked.

Rose looked at him and smiled, “Sounds fun!”

The older Doctor gave a nearly-inaudible sigh, and Rose turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, and the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just,” he turned to look at her, peering at her with his green eyes, “you smell lovely,” he grinned.

She blushed at the compliment, but said, “’s why I showered, yeah?” her shy smile turned mischievous, and she added, “’s it remind you of anything?”

The older Time Lord grinned wolfishly, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Only how badly I wanted to shag you right there in the apple grass on New Earth.” His cheek brushed across hers until their lips met. He curled his fingers against her waist and traced his tongue across her lower lip; her tongue darted out to meet his, caressing it several times before he plunged into her mouth.

The Doctor heard his younger counterpart’s breathing change ever-so-slightly as he took in the sight of them. When Rose nipped at his lip, the Doctor in glasses gave a small growl, and Rose broke the kiss to look at him; his eyes were dark with desire, mirroring her own. She leaned over slightly, and took hold of his tie; pulling it from his jacket, she used it to tug him closer to her. She pulled his lips to hers and claimed them in a bruising kiss. The older Time Lord squeezed her hip again and leaned in to nuzzle her exposed neck, his soft brown hair grazing her skin and causing it to break out in goose bumps.

She sighed against the lips of her Doctor, breaking the kiss. Her breath was a little shaky, and she pressed her forehead to his and spoke, her lips so close to his that they brushed together as she asked, “Is that so, Doctor? Did you want to shag me rotten in the apple grass?” She could feel the other Doctor’s hand creeping from her waist and moving across the creamy skin of her stomach toward her breasts.

“Yes,” her Doctor whispered, “I wanted to take you right there, right out in the open,” Rose whimpered at the sound of his words, and the feel of his hand creeping across her waist. Having both of them so close to her-touching her-made her ache with want. She turned her head toward the other Time Lord, who had been nipping at the tender skin of her neck, and kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth. Her Doctor bent to press his lips to her neck; his free hand tugging at her jumper to give him access to her collarbone, which he raked his teeth gently across before soothing it with his tongue.

Her mouth still busy with the older Doctor, she pulled on her Doctor’s tie to encourage him closer, and in moments he was covering half her body with his own, the other Doctor nearly mirroring his position. Her Doctor gripped her waist, his other hand tugging at her jumper as he lavished his attention on her neck. The older Time Lord nibbled at her lips, one hand cupping her cheek, the other her breast; his thumb traced the hardened peak of her nipple over the fabric of her bra and jumper.

Rose let go of her Doctor’s tie and slipped her hand between them to cup him over his trousers. When he pushed into her touch, she pressed the heel of her palm against him, causing him to groan. He left a trail of kisses up her neck and across her jaw, and was surprised when both of them seemed to pull him into the kiss. He was hesitant at first, but the feel of both sets of their lips against his was curious and wonderful. Rose’s lips were human-hot and plump, and his counterpart’s just slightly warmer than his own. Rose’s hand crept to his waist as their tongues mingled and their noses pressed together; it was clumsy but erotic, and the Doctor couldn’t help but rock his hips against Rose, his erection nudging at her hip. He felt her hand on the back of his, guiding his fingertips to the chest of his older self, running them over the buttons of his shirt.

The Doctor felt the fingers of his younger self working at the buttons of his shirt, and Rose tugged at the end of his bow tie. With her other hand, she untucked her Doctor’s shirt, and then pulled back slowly from the kiss they shared to unbutton the shirt of her Time Lord, her eyes transfixed on his lips as they worked against those of his older self. She tried to match his pace, button for button, her eyes falling to the movements of his hands as his long delicate fingers slowly opened the other Doctor’s shirt; once his work was done he ran his fingertips across the smooth skin of his counterpart. Rose watched with rapt attention, and mirrored her Doctor’s movements over the chest of the older Time Lord on his own chest, her fingers ghosting across his ribs as he caressed the other Doctor.

The two Doctors separated, both turning their heads to look at Rose. She slid one hand to the waist of her Doctor, and the other to the shoulder of the older Time Lord, slipping the nearer of his braces from his shoulder. She bit her lip and looked up at her Doctor, and he moved his hand to draw down the other, before slipping both hands beneath his counterpart’s shirt to push it from his shoulders. He moved slowly as he did, his eyes alternating between watching the torso of the man he would become rise and fall raggedly, and Rose’s reaction as he caressed and undressed his other self.

Her face was flushed and her breath uneven; her eyes were riveted to every place where his skin met the other man’s. When her Doctor dropped his arms to his sides, Rose shifted so she could pull his jacket off. When the older Doctor reclaimed her mouth, he was surprised when she whirled him around so that his bum pressed into edge of the console. She smoothed her hands over his chest, then cupped him over his trousers.

Rose knew that her arousal had made her bold; she only hoped that he wasn’t put off by it. On the contrary, it seemed to amplify their desire for her. In a flash, her Doctor was at her back, his hands skating along her curves, pausing to squeeze her hips before his cool fingers worked their way beneath her jumper.

The Doctor sighed as his fingers slid across the silky skin at her flanks; he rucked her jumper up as he moved toward her breasts. He kissed her neck, eyes open as he watched her mouth work against the lips of his older self, her hands stroking the pale skin of his chest, slipping between them to press her palm against his erection. The older Time Lord sighed against her lips, and her Doctor moved closer, pressing his own erection against her bum, which in turn pressed her closer to his other self.

The younger Doctor was growing impatient; he tugged at her jumper and growled when she lifted her arms in cooperation. He tossed the pink jumper onto the jump seat and admired the creamy expanse of her back, pressing his lips to the back of her neck to lavish it with wet kisses as he traced his fingertips across her skin; when they ghosted across the dip in the small of her back, she sighed against the mouth of his other self. She arched back into his touch, pressing her bum firmly against him.

The feel of her Doctor’s fingers skating across her skin made warmth pool low in her belly. She knew she was wet; could feel it soaking the crotch of her knickers. She moved against him, then moved her attentions from the older Time Lord’s lips to his neck, then his chest as she undid the button on his trousers; she lowered the zip and a thrill went through her at the rasping sound of it.

The older Doctor sighed and looked down his torso at Rose, whose tongue was circling his navel as she undid his trousers. She had moved slowly down his body, keeping her back straight and bending at the waist, pushing her bum against his counterpart. He bit his lip against the onslaught of new memories washing over him. He looked at his younger self, his fingers curled into her waist as he gently pushed his hips against hers. His eyes were fixed intently on what Rose was doing to him, and the older Doctor felt the powerful rush that came with the knowledge that he was being watched. His skin felt hot and his cock twitched; Rose noticed the excitement as she shimmied his trousers and pants down his hips just enough to give her access to his achingly hard length; her breath trailed over him and he gasped. When she took him into her mouth he groaned, pressing the heels of his hands against the edge of the console to support himself as he tipped his head back.

The Doctor watched the pleasure of the other Time Lord, watched his cock disappear and reappear between Rose’s lips as she moved. His eyes slowly traveled up the planes and curves of the other man’s torso to admire the column of his throat, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he thickly swallowed his sounds of pleasure, trapping them low in his chest rather than let them escape into the air between them. The younger Time Lord stroked Rose’s smooth thighs, alternating between tracing lazy circles and squeezing firmly, slowly working his way up her legs and beneath her skirt. As he moved his touch to her inner thighs, she moaned, which in turn made his older self gasp.

He could feel Rose tense under his ministrations, anticipating the feeling of his hands in the place where she wanted to be touched the most. He wasn’t ready to give in just yet; he caressed her hips and the round of her bum until she whimpered. He withdrew one hand from beneath her skirt to cup himself over his trousers; the friction was wonderful, but the feel of the fabric against his flesh just made him restless. Still caressing her, he undid the clasp and button of his trousers.

Rose worked the flat of her tongue against the underside of the Doctor’s cock, the little choked-back sounds he made caused her heart to flutter and heat to rush to her aching folds. She needed to be touched, but her Doctor was ever the tease, moving slowly, too-gently, and backing away just when she thought he would move forward. She moved her hands to the hips of the Doctor in front of her and gave them a squeeze before dropping one hand to encircle his length. He groaned, and she hummed in response. Her Doctor moved away slightly, and at the rustle of his clothing and the sound of his zip being drawn down she began to tremble. Instead of giving her what she needed, though, he wasn’t touching her at all. And then he was. Her Doctor brought his right hand up her skirt and cupped her sex over her knickers, squeezing to create friction on her clit, pressing the heel of his palm against her aching folds; she moaned loudly and rocked back against his touch.

The older Time Lord watched his other self raptly as he stroked Rose, as he opened his trousers; he thought of what a shame it was that younger man had stopped him the night before. It was such a nice body-one of his favorites, if he was honest-and if he hadn’t gotten ahead of himself, maybe he could have felt it more thoroughly. Had he not tried to push into the man’s mind, he may have allowed him to push into his body. The older Doctor sighed at the thought of the younger man keening beneath him as he nipped at his back, thought of his moans as he worked a wet finger into his opening…

His thoughts were cut off by a loud moan from Rose, and the hum of her pleasure-strained voice against him made him groan.  His younger self hiked her skirt up over her hips, so they could both admire the curve of her bum, and the sight of all that skin, the feel of her lips around his cock was too much. The Doctor peered down with green eyes at the expanse of her back, and smoothed his hands over her shoulders. He unhooked her bra and ghosted his fingers across her flesh to speed its removal from her body. Rose rolled her shoulders to help, and when her arms were free, it fell to the floor. The Doctor eagerly palmed her breasts as she continued to work his length with her mouth. He pinched her nipples gently and she responded by slipping her hand into his trousers to cup his balls.

The younger Time Lord couldn’t bear to wait any longer; he urged her to spread her legs a bit wider as he drew her knickers down from her hips. They dropped to her knees and hung there stubbornly; he took note of the glistening crotch as he adopted the wider stance necessary to line up his pelvis to Rose’s. He took down his trousers and pants as one, and steadied himself with his left hand on her hip. He took his cock, heavy and aching, in his right hand and gave himself a few experimental strokes. He looked up to see his older self watching him intently, leaning over to cup one of Rose’s breasts, his other loosely fisted in her hair. Their eyes met, and the younger Doctor smirked as he poised himself at Rose’s entrance. He took a deep breath, and drove himself into her in one fast, firm stroke.

Rose could feel the Doctor at her entrance, waiting there, teasing her; he was pressing against her just enough that she could feel his heartsbeat against her sensitive flesh. She wanted to growl at him, to curse at him. Just fuck me already! she thought in frustration. Then, in one firm stroke he was buried deeply inside her. Her mouth opened wide as she let out a very undignified sound against and around the older Time Lord’s cock; it was quickly silenced as the forward momentum pushed her further onto and against him, her loosened grip on his cock the only thing giving her any control at all as she took him deeply into her throat.

As her Doctor began to move, she put one hand on the console to brace herself, rocking her hips back into him as she continued to work the length of the older Time Lord between her lips. She matched her motions with those of her Doctor’s, sighing and moaning against the flesh in her mouth. She basked in the sensation of the two men inside her; a set of hands gripping her hips, and another set creeping delicately across the flesh of her back.

The younger Doctor could feel the faint hum of his counterpart’s mind as he studied his face; his eyes were closed, head tilted slightly downward, his lush brown hair hanging in his face. His breath was uneven and his lips pursed as he struggled to hold back his sounds of pleasure.

Rose keened as her Doctor thrust into her again and again, feeling two sets of cool hands caressing her flesh. He clenched his jaw to stifle the noises he was making and trap them in his throat. He was thankful that the other man’s eyes were closed as, guiltily, he drank in the sight of the older man’s smooth, flat chest, and he thought about how he might like to run his tongue across it. Just to see if it tasted similar to his own skin, of course. No other reason. No other reason at all.

After a moment, that thought rippled down the years and worked its way into the older man’s head. His eyes snapped open and met the gaze of his younger self before taking in the rest of him; his blue Oxford was unbuttoned, exposing his lean torso, the muscles of his stomach rippling with the effort of thrusting into Rose. His hands gripped Rose at her ribs, his slender fingers curling ever-so-slightly against her flesh. The older Doctor reached out slowly cautiously, and laid his hands over the hands of his younger self.

The younger Time Lord withdrew one hand and placed it over his counterpart’s hand, and squeezed. Rose felt the two Doctors as they caressed each other in this safe and tender way. The thought of them touching more of each other made her groan, recalling the night before when they had worked together to lavish her sex; she wanted them, wanted to drag them both back to the bed they’d shared and make love to them, touch them, suck them, fuck them until she couldn’t move any longer. With that thought, she swirled her tongue over the tip of the older Doctor, and rocked back hard against the younger one. Rose withdrew the older Time Lord from between her lips and started placing kisses on his abdomen instead, whispering against his flesh, “Come for me, please? I wan’ to taste you.”

He had been holding back for her, wanted to make sure she came before he did, but the sound of her words made him tremble. He felt her smile against his skin before she nipped at the flesh just below his navel; she stooped to take him into her mouth again. He looked at his younger self, who sighed at the sight, and tightened the grip he had on the back of his hand.

The feel of the younger Time Lord’s hands against his, the feel of Rose’s hot mouth around him; both were exquisite. He squirmed and fought the urge to thrust into her mouth; her words still sounding in his ears, he gasped, and, clutching the hand under his and Rose’s side, he came.

The older Doctor came with a shout, and Rose hummed her approval as his flavor filled her mouth; the sound of his pleasure made her muscles tighten around her Doctor. She swallowed his essence, just a small bit escaping her lips as she released him. Her Doctor withdrew from her carefully, encouraging her to stand up straight, careful to keep her skirt rucked up. One of his hands moved from her side to her folds, his arm wrapping around her and encouraging her closer to the man in front of her, her knickers falling around her ankles as she moved. Her Doctor was pressed to her back, his cock hot and slick against her bum, his cool lips teasing softly at her neck as his fingers rubbed firm little circles against her clit.

She sighed at the sensation, licking her lips, the taste of the older Doctor still clinging to them. She reached up to daintily wipe her chin, but the Doctor stood straight, leaning into her as he gently caught her wrist and moved in to kiss her. He pressed his lips to hers, slipping down her chin to kiss his moisture from her skin before allowing his tongue to delve between her lips again, caressing the wet curves of her mouth.

Her Doctor continued to stroke her deftly, pulling her to himself as his lips busied themselves with the right side of her neck. The older Time Lord claimed the left side, and when she tilted her head back to release a stifled moan of pleasure, his clever tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat. As the Doctor behind her continued to work his fingertips against her clit, the Doctor in front of her reached down and pushed two fingers into her.

Rose cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the control room as the ministrations of her Doctors became too much to handle, “Doctor!” she cried out to both of them. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” both men nipped harder at her neck at the sound of her expletive. The hands that weren’t pleasuring Rose wrapped around her to grip each other, pulling them nearer to one another and Rose. “Doctor!” she cried out again.

Hearing Rose call out to them made their blood simmer with want; four hearts raced in two chests, and at the same moment, each man wanted to touch the other. Each brought a free hand around to grip the flank of the other. When she called out again, the older Doctor kissed along her neck until he came close to  the busy lips of his counterpart. Both broke away from Rose at the same moment, the green eyes of one locking onto the brown eyes of the other; the older Doctor leaned forward to claim his lips, but stopped short, feeling the ragged breath of his younger self.

It was only a moment, but an entire conversation seemed to hang in the air between the two Time Lords; their impressive brains allowing them to sort out this thing between them without neglecting Rose, who was moaning under their ministrations; her body was trembling as she neared her peak. The younger Doctor closed the minute distance still between them, plunging his tongue hungrily into the other man’s mouth. Blood raced to his cock at the feeling of surrender, accepting this attraction despite the unhealthy amount of self-loathing mixed in. Sod Time Lord taboos, he thought. At that, he pressed his fingers more firmly to Rose’s slick flesh.

The feel of both men against her, cool bare flesh against her back and her chest, fingers lavishing attention on her sex was driving her wild. Tension was building low in her belly, reaching an unbearable crescendo. Her sex ached and grew more and more sensitive; they ceased their attentions on her neck, and for a moment all she felt was their breathing. Then she heard their mouths meet; the wet sounds of lips and tongues and the quiet growls low in their throats paired with the renewed pressure on her clit, and she came. It was electric and intense and the waves of pleasure that crashed over her threatened to pull her under, drown her, and drag her to the bottom of oblivion.

She was thankful to be pressed between the two men, because just then she wasn’t sure if her legs could support her; she seemed to drift in the tempest for an eternity before blinking her eyes open again; it was a few seconds more before she could support her weight on her legs again. The two Doctors were still snogging, even as they braced her weight so she wouldn’t fall over. As she regained her bearings and her footing, she was ready to extricate herself from between them, but was also afraid that they’d stop what they were doing. And she didn’t want them to stop. She wanted to keep going, to do more; she wanted to watch.

Rose took the chance and shifted a little, and surprisingly, the two didn’t break apart guiltily. She slipped from between them, and they quickly closed the space she’d left. The older Time Lord peeled off the Doctor’s blue Oxford and pulled him nearer. Rose would have been jealous if she weren’t distracted by the renewed desire flaring up in her. She wondered if her time with the Doctor had made her completely insatiable, or if it had something to do with all the extra Time Lord pheromones in the air. Either way, she felt her control melting away, and she sighed raggedly, “Doctor,” when neither of them responded, she spoke a bit more firmly, “Doctor.”

The two Time Lords parted and turned to look at her. She smiled at the glazed looks on their faces and bit her lip at the sight of their swollen, well-kissed lips. “Yes Rose?” the older one responded.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom. ‘s more comfortable, yeah?” she raked her eyes down their partially-clothed forms, pleasure twisting her womb as she realized that their trousers were still open and down, and that only for the grace of a few inches their cocks weren’t touching.

“Sure. Yes, of course,” the younger said, and the two men reluctantly broke apart; they began sorting their pants and trousers, and Rose’s heart sank.

“Wait,” she said quietly, and both men froze. “I…oh Doctor,” she looked at one, then turning to the other, “Doctor, you two are…I didn’t mean for you to stop,” she sighs and bites her lip, “Please don’t stop.”

Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and embarrassment, and suddenly she felt incredibly self-conscious under their scrutiny; she stood beside the console in only her skirt, watching the haze of their shared ardor turn to mirth. Somehow the thought of them finding her arousal at the sight of them amusing was more upsetting than them being offended. She crossed an arm over the front of her bare torso and tucked he hand under her elbow. She nibbled at the skin of her thumb so she wouldn’t have to speak.

Her Doctor sensed her apprehension, and fought back a smile; he turned to the older man and, caging his torso between his arms as he braced himself on the edge of the console before recapturing his lips. The older Time Lord sank happily into the kiss, his tongue moving against the tongue of his younger self, new memories bubbling into his mind. The brand new, old salacious thoughts sent a thrill through him, and his ecstasy was punctuated by the younger man’s hand slipping into his still-opened denims to palm him over his pants.

Rose watched as their lips worked together, and shifted on her feet, rubbing her thighs together for friction. It was then that she realized her knickers would be soaked all over again if she were still wearing them. When her Doctor slipped his hand into the trousers of the other Doctor, a tiny strangled whimper escaped her.

The younger Time Lord broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to speak, eyes focusing on his counterpart’s lips rather than his eyes. “I think,” he said breathlessly, “Rose is right. We should take this to the bedroom,” he pressed the heel of his palm into the Doctor’s growing erection.

The idea that she wouldn’t be able to watch the way this progressed left her anxious and bereft. She felt like a peeping tom-the worst sort of pervert-intruding on their privacy; this was a form of introspection, really, and it’s hard to be introspective with an audience. At the same time, the renewed ache between her legs was fraying her sense of propriety; she wanted to watch.

The older Doctor swallowed thickly and nodded, eyes shut tightly at the pressure on his cock. He refocused on the mouth of the man in front of him, and as he flicked his gaze to his counterpart’s eyes, he spoke, “Rose?” he turned his face to look at hers, “We should all go to the bedroom,” he said.

“You would want an audience, wouldn’t you?” the younger Doctor grinned, withdrawing his hand from the older Time Lord’s trousers and dipping to nip at his neck. It wasn’t much of a surprise, really; he loved the way Rose looked at him like he was oh-so-impressive as he explained some piece of alien tech, even when he feigned exasperation when she didn’t quite understand.

“I’m quite impressive, and what’s the point of that if there isn’t someone to see it?” he grinned smugly as his younger self retreated from his neck.

The younger Doctor turned to Rose, “This regeneration’s a cheeky one, Rose,” he turned to face the man in question, “And I hope he doesn’t mind a bit of audience participation,” he said, turning to shoot her a heated smile.

The older Time Lord bit his lip to control a smile, and nodded; his green eyes flicking hungrily to Rose. He reached out a hand to her in invitation. Her Doctor did the same, wriggling his fingers. She closed the distance between herself and her shirtless Time Lords, taking each of their hands in hers; together they navigated their way to the bed they shared.

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