Fic: Seeking Primes - Part 7
Title: Seeking Primes [7/?]
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Beta: None yet on this one.
OT3: Ten/Rose/Eleven
Words: 5,058
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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Rose stretched out like a cat on the large bed she shared with the two Time Lords; she watched them raptly as they stood next to the opposite side of the bed. Their movements were slow and firm; hungry, yet restrained. They caressed each other, hands gripping flanks and biceps in turn as their lips moved against one another. Her Doctor growled and pulled the lower lip of the other man into his mouth and suckled it, scraping at it with his teeth until the older Doctor groaned; he released it, and Rose watched as the other man’s tongue darted out to trace the soft pink line of her Doctor’s upper lip.
All the while, their hands trailed down, fingertips pausing briefly to caress and circle nipples, ghosting over the hair below one another’s navels before fumbling with their still-undone trousers. They struggled to undress one another, and after each had gotten free, they tumbled onto the bed only in their pants. The younger Doctor was on top, a hand caressing the other man’s cheek before raking his fingers gently into his hair and pulling their mouths more firmly together. Rose watched his hips as they pressed down against his older self, the muscles in his back rippling with the effort as his counterpart groaned beneath him. She squirmed and sighed, trying desperately to remain silent.
The Doctor savored the weight of the man on top of him, the feel his counterpart’s two hearts beating against his chest, and the feel of his hard length pressing into his hip as he thrust languidly against him. He smelled of Time and the TARDIS, bristled with Artron energy, his consciousness flickering in his mind; it was only an echo of himself, but it was beautiful. He wanted to press his fingers to the temples of his younger self and reach out for that flicker; he wanted to caress it and pull it into himself and surround his consciousness with it. Instead, he trailed his hand down the man’s flank, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants and gripping his bare arse as he bucked up into him.
Rose felt the dull ache in her groin turn into a painful throbbing as the blood rushed to her sex. Watching as the two Doctors moved against one another, Rose trailed the fingertips of her right hand down the valley between her breasts before cupping her left breast and rolling her nipple between her thumb and index finger. She then used her left hand to lavish attention on her right breast; she slid her right hand down her torso and to her hip and tugged down the zip of her skirt. Her fingers crept beneath the fabric to slip through well-trimmed curls. When she reached her folds, she stroked the freshly-shaved skin; she bit her lip and wondered what the Doctors would think, and wondered what would it would feel like to have their mouths against her bare, sensitive flesh.
At that thought, Rose used two of her fingers to spread herself, running her middle finger along her center to gather its moisture. She moved her fingers up, and began deftly stroking her clit in firm little circles. The friction and pressure helped alleviate her ache as she continued to watch the Time Lords beside her. Hints and flashes of tongues between lips, the rippling of subtly-toned muscles beneath milky skin, and the muffled sounds of pleasure they made sent chills up and down her spine.
The older Doctor gained some leverage and rolled them over; now he was straddling his younger self, leaning to nip at his collarbone. His ample hair fell over his forehead and tickled the chin of the younger man. He felt Rose’s eyes on them and it made his flesh prickle with desire; he enjoyed being admired, but the smell of Rose’s arousal said this was more than that. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of the freckled throat beneath him, and slowly ran it up the column of the younger Time Lord’s neck, pausing briefly to wrap his lips around the bobbing Adam’s apple.
The Doctor’s head was tilted back, his eyes shut tight, and he bit his lip as his older self ran his clever tongue up his exposed neck, pausing to kiss his chin before reclaiming his lips once more. He groaned into the mouth of the older Doctor, curling his slender fingers into soft brown locks at the back of his head to grip him and deepen the kiss. The older Time Lord shifted his hips and ground against him, and he felt a renewed wave of heat swell in his groin. The sensation of the older man’s hard length against his own was brilliant, but frustrating through the last vestiges of clothing they wore.
The younger Time Lord moved his hips to match the rhythm of his counterpart, sighing into his mouth at the thought of the night before, his counterpart’s hand encircling them both. He could feel a blush of arousal spread across his freckled skin, and nipped at the lips of the other man. He was achingly hard and wanted to recast the spell he’d broken the night before. He slowly moved his hands along the sides of the Time Lord above him, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the older man’s pants.
Rose whimpered as she watched her Doctor struggle to draw down the pants of the man on top of him, and the look of disintegrating restraint on both of their faces was too much. As the bare arse of the older man was revealed, Rose whimpered; the sight of her Doctor’s strong hands trailing over the creamy skin crumbled her control and she moved her fingers down and slid two of them inside herself. She let out a shuddering breath, and had she not been so turned on, she might have been embarrassed at the wet sounds her hand made against her flesh.
She watched as the two Doctors rolled, this time the older one tugging at the pants of the younger one, his hips wriggling to get the fabric down. Rose caught sight of their erections brushing against one another, full and hard and weeping. The two men locked eyes, mouths open in a silent gasp only inches apart, and Rose moaned. She increased the pace she’d set with her fingers, bending them more roughly to create the pressure she so desperately needed. She squirmed and struggled against her own pleasure, trying to keep her gaze locked on the Time Lords when all she wanted was to close her eyes and give in to the tension coiling itself tighter and tighter within her.
The corners of the younger Doctor’s mouth twitched in a smile at the sounds Rose was making beside them. He reached a hand between himself and the other Time Lord, and slicked his palm with their fluids before gripping both of their lengths firmly. “Move,” the older Doctor hissed through a clenched jaw. The younger Doctor rose on his arm until it was straight, then locked his elbow; bearing weight awkwardly on one knee so that he could lean a bit to one side, allowing Rose to see. He began to thrust into his own fist, his body trembling at the sensation of the other man’s length against his own. They moved together, and the rhythm of two pairs of hearts beating against his palm caused him to cry out something unintelligible in Gallifreyan.
The sound of the younger man’s voice above him, paired with the tickling excitement of Rose’s eyes roving over their naked bodies made him groan. “Oh…that’s just brilliant,” he gasped as his counterpart circled his thumb over the tip of his cock. He bit his lip again and fought the urge to let his eyes follow the wet sounds and soft whimpers coming from Rose’s direction. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillows, sighing as he listened for her. Her quiet gasps, her stifled moans, the sounds of her fingers moving over and into her sex; they all combined to make him bold. He reached up and gripped his younger self by the hair, pulling him down to cover him again. He groaned at the loss of the hand around his length, and nipped the lower lip of his younger self before pulling his head firmly to the side to lavish attention on the spot below his ear.
The younger Time Lord whimpered when he felt the other man’s lips on his neck; a groan was twisted from his throat as the older Doctor began to suck and he could feel blood pooling beneath his skin. “Fuck,” he grunted through a clenched jaw as he bucked against his other self.
Rose was squirming and writhing on the bed beside them, her fingers and palm slick with her arousal; her Doctor rarely ever cursed, and to hear him say that word was nearly all it took to make her come. She stood swaying on the razor’s edge of orgasm, waiting for the metaphorical breeze to send her tumbling over.
She wanted to reach out and touch them so badly. She imagined the smooth feel of their cool skin as she trailed her palms across each of their chests. She stroked her clit as she thought of having each of them in turn; she would straddle the older Doctor, and he would look into her eyes as though she were an impossible thing while she rode him to completion. Her Doctor would be on top of her, the back of her knee hitched up in the crook of his elbow as he drove into her, fiery passion and an unstoppable gob begging her to come, “…just come Rose. Please. Come. Come for me.”
The older Time Lord savored Rose’s ragged breaths, and once again he rolled himself and the other Doctor over, pinning him and caging his torso between his elbows. He ran his tongue along the collarbone of his younger self, before tracing his nose lightly through the soft hairs that covered his chest. He rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger as he lapped at the other one, and then moved to the soft skin of his belly. He exhaled against the freckled flesh and teased his navel with his tongue. With a small sigh, he moved lower and took the younger man’s cock into his mouth.
Rose had wriggled her skirt down to her thighs with all her desperate movements. She looked on as the Time Lords rolled once again, the older man pinning her Doctor to the bed. He immediately set to work, kissing his way down his lean, freckled torso. A thrill went down her spine and shot into her center as she realized that the older Time Lord was working his way toward the exact place she wanted him. As her Doctor’s cock disappeared into his mouth, Rose came; she continued to work her fingers rhythmically against herself. She cried out wordlessly, gasping and waited until her orgasm subsided before plunging her fingers into her channel and working hard to soothe away the very last of the aching tension.
A new wave of heat passed to the younger Doctor’s groin as he heard Rose’s sounds of pleasure. He looked over at her for a moment and took in her heavily-lidded gaze. Through the haze of her orgasm, he saw utter wonder swirling with lust. A lazy smile crept across his face, but when the older Time Lord’s tongue swirled around the tip of him, he gasped and snapped his attention to the man bobbing up and down on his cock. When the older Doctor cupped his balls, he nearly sobbed at the sensation; he watched as the man gripped the base of him, and withdrew.
The older Doctor turned his head, still stroking rhythmically as he spoke, “Rose? Would you like to help me?” Rose whimpered. It felt like one of the most significant questions he’d ever asked her; it was somewhere up there with Did I mention it also travels in time? and You just assume I don’t dance?
“Yes, Doctor,” she said breathlessly, shimmying her skirt the rest of the way off as she moved toward the two men. She paused for a moment to drink in the sparkle in his green eyes before pressing her lips to his. They kissed languorously for several moments before Rose pulled away to take her Doctor into her mouth.
The younger Time Lord watched them breathlessly as they took turns attending to him, breaking away at regular intervals to snog before finally sharing his length between them. It felt incredible, but watching was even better. His counterpart’s mouth was skilled, and the Doctor admired his squared jaw as he worked to bring him off. Rose leaned down to nip at his hip, and that’s when he whimpered and gasped, “I’m close, I’m going to…” he trailed off at the feeling of the other man’s hand resting reassuringly on his hip as he increased his pace.
The older Doctor hummed approvingly as the man under him tensed and keened; he felt Rose’s lips on his neck as she whispered in his ear, “Don’t swallow.” Her words raced through the base of his spine and settled in his groin; he groaned, and it was at those vibrations that his younger self came with a cry, filling his mouth with his essence. He waited until the pulsing waves subsided before drawing off, and it was then that Rose framed his face with her hands and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to lap at the fluids there.
Rose trembled with desire as she tasted her Doctor on his lips; she moved her tongue along the older Time Lord’s, enjoying how his whole body unconsciously turned toward her. She reached down to encircle his length and began to stroke him.
She’d been eager yet hesitant when he’d first arrived, worried that her Doctor would think her greedy for wanting more of him. It was abundantly clear that he was an open-minded man, but accepting something and practicing it were two different animals. She smiled inwardly at the thought of her first encounter with Jack Harkness; she’d thought it risqué that he-and other humans-had danced across the stars. Now here she was, shagging two alien blokes that were really the same man.
They broke apart at the sound of the younger Time Lord’s sigh; Rose turned her attention to her Doctor and began to kiss her way up his torso, settling herself against him. His hair was a bit more disheveled than usual, and wilted with sweat; she reached up to brush it from his forehead.
He curled his arm around Rose and kissed her, turning toward her so that they were chest to chest, on their sides. His gaze shifted over her shoulder as the older Time Lord took his place at her back and reached across Rose to take hold of his younger self by the hip and pull the three of them into one embrace.
As the two men drew closer to her, she could feel their erections, hot and pulsing, pressing against her flesh, and as the two men caressed her with their fingertips, she hungered for them both. She licked her lips and kissed her Doctor, while she reached behind her and took the other Doctor in her hand. She guided him carefully to where she wanted him and rolled her hips against his. A small whimper in the back of his throat said he understood.
The Doctor nuzzled the back of her neck, and as she returned her attentions of the man in front of her, he stroked his own length and urged more slick moisture from his body. His counterpart caressed Rose’s breasts, and she curled her leg up and over his hip. The older Time Lord moved closer, using his own wetness to prepare her body. When he brushed against her opening, she sighed against the lips of his younger self and rolled her hips against his own movements, encouraging him to continue.
The feel of the older Time Lord’s breath on the back of her neck sent chills through her body and made her nipples harden; her Doctor cupped her breasts in his hands and circled the dusky peaks with his thumbs as he leaned in to plant a trail of kisses along her jaw. He moved a hand along her flank to her hip, pausing briefly to squeeze the hand of the older Time Lord resting there before tracing his fingers lightly over her thigh. Her Doctor leaned in closer, and his cool skin contrasted wonderfully against her flushed inner thigh. The man behind her was hesitant, pressing himself to her tight opening, and trembling with restraint as he moved slowly into her.
The younger Time Lord groaned as he felt Rose’s teeth scrape across his bottom lip; she drew it into her mouth and sucked. She whimpered and her chest heaved with her shaking breath as the other Doctor entered her. Heat rushed to his groin at the sound of her pleasure; he slid his hand along her skin and between her legs feeling the soft, neat patch of her curls and humming in approval as his fingertips brushed her smooth folds.
When her Doctor pressed his fingers into her warmth, her muscles tensed. The Doctor behind her gave a soft sigh, and she raised an arm to curl her fingers into the hair on the back of his head as he continued to lavish his attention on the back of her neck. She rolled her hips and spoke against her Doctor’s lips, “Please, Doctor; make love to me.”
Rose’s lips brushed against his as she spoke and her words caused a tendril of warmth to curl around his hearts. He moved his hand from her body and put it on himself, shifting his hips closer as he guided himself into her. She shifted awkwardly to free her trapped arm and then framed his face.
Rose peered into his brown eyes, her I love you stuck stubbornly in her throat; she closed her eyes and kissed his lips instead, moving her hand to his waist and curling her leg around his thigh. When the older Time Lord brought his hand around to cup her breast, she covered his hand with hers, threading her fingers through his. “Doctor,” she sighed. She whimpered in frustration when she couldn’t get as close to either of them as she wanted; couldn’t hold them both to her. The older Doctor seemed to realize it at the same time as the younger one, and they reached for one another; the younger man’s hand on the elder’s flank, the older Time Lord’s hand gripping the waist of the younger.
As the Doctors pulled the three of them into one embrace, Rose sighed; she rolled her hips between them as they thrust into her again and again. She curled her arm around that of the older Doctor to feel as much of his skin against hers as possible, and entwined her fingers with his against the waist of her Doctor, pulling him closer and slipping their hands up as she moved her leg further up his hip. It was then that the two men set up an alternating rhythm, pushing into her in slow, firm strokes.
The older Time Lord moved his hand from beneath hers, and pressed it into the flesh of his younger self before slipping his own hand between them to stroke Rose’s sensitive clit. He dipped his hand lower to feel where she was joined with his counterpart, feeling the younger man’s hard cock, slick with Rose’s arousal, sliding between his fingers. Her Doctor groaned and nipped at her lip, pushing into her body with renewed force.
She moaned and writhed between them, and was helpless at their movements, one arm partially pinned; the other clutched at her Doctor as their concerted motions brought her closer and closer to the brink. The older Doctor returned his fingers to her clit, rubbing firm little circles against it as both Doctors thrust into her again and again. She could feel the thrum of their hearts at her chest and at her back, the older Time Lord’s lips at her neck, his teeth nipping her shoulder; she ran her tongue along the jaw of her Doctor and sighed.
The older Time Lord pushed into her, her body squeezing him insistently as he moved deeply into her heat. The warmth of her skin against his, her body around him was intense, and as the memories filtered in from his younger self, he felt as though he might burst. He reached again for her breast and cupped it gently as he peered over her shoulder into the eyes of his other self; they exchanged meaningful look.
The younger Doctor watched as his older self curled his arm over Rose’s so he could slip his hand between the side of her face and the pillow, pressing his fingertips to her temple, “Please,” he whispered as he thrust into her, and the sound of his older self’s voice spurred him on as well.
“Please, Rose,” he whispered, bringing his hand to the opposite side of her face.
“Yes,” she moaned softly. “Yes, Doctor.”
All three of them cried out as one as both men entered her mind. Rose gasped and felt her muscles tighten around them. Afterward, Rose wouldn’t be able to adequately describe the sensation, but it was as if the man she loved was spreading across and seeping into her consciousness in stereo, one-the one behind her-several shades darker than the other. She could feel his wonder and sorrow more clearly than ever before; she reached out with her mind to stroke at the edges of his.
Her touch was met with a cold, white wall. It flashed in her mind and then it was gone, replaced instead with the feeling that there were raging waters just beyond view ready to come crashing in at any moment. ‘s okay, she thought to him, I’m here now, and she stroked his mind again. She imagined herself as syrup, and her Doctors as pancakes. She let the sweet, sticky mass of herself flood over their minds and flow into the crevices, soaking into them.
Both men groaned, and the younger Doctor thought to her, I can taste maple syrup, his laughter rippling over her mind as he claimed her lips in a kiss. She felt them trickling into her, wrapping around her consciousness in return; she could almost see their smug smiles as they both moved for the same place in her mind, moving as one as they fluttered over that spot in her consciousness. Once, twice, and the third time they stroked her, she came. She became less aware of her physical body as they thrust into her and filled her; instead she was lost, drifting in the crest of waves that the Doctors wouldn’t allow to break.
The younger Doctor felt her muscles squeezing his cock, the toes of one foot curl against his thigh, and it was…brilliant. His counterpart seemed to think so too; the younger Doctor could feel the man from the inside, thrusting into Rose with abandon. The sensation of it, paired with Rose’s body clutching him and trying desperately to coax his body into release mixed with the satisfaction of the mental link, and he groaned, trying to get as deeply into her body as he could as he emptied himself.
At the same time, the older Time Lord cried out, and it was then that he released his mental hold on Rose’s orgasm. She felt her Doctor withdraw at the same time, allowing her to drift down from her peak naturally, coming back to her physical self in time to feel both men pressed against her, their fingers sliding from her face down the curves of her body, and then to each other. The three of them stayed in that embrace for several minutes before the Doctors withdrew from her and rolled to their backs.
After several minutes recovering from the exertion, both Time Lords turned onto their sides again to face her. They began stroking their fingertips lovingly over her curves. Rose smiled, her eyes still half-lidded from the pleasure; she turned her head to kiss her Doctor-an chaste thing broken by their smiles-then turned to the other Doctor and kissed him in the same way.
He cupped her cheek and smiled, his green eyes sparkling. “Rose Tyler,” he said, searching her face in wonder before focusing on her eyes again, “How long are you going to stay with me?”
Rose smiled softly, “Forever.” She leaned in and kissed him again, then covered his hand with her own and withdrew it from her cheek, maneuvering them both so she could lace their fingers together. She mirrored the gesture with her Doctor, and the three of them lay in a silence that was only broken by the occasional contented sigh, and stifled giggles from Rose and her Doctor.
The older Time Lord looked from the ceiling to the side of Rose’s face, her forever a tune that echoed in his hearts as they beat in rhythm to the bittersweet timbre of his thoughts. To hear that promise again made his hearts sing; it also reminded him that the man he used to be would lose her in just a few short months, and when they’d found each other again…well. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he looked at his younger self and imagined his metacrisis; all blue pinstripes and earnest words for Rose. He hated himself for not telling her how he felt; of course he knew it needed saying, but he knew if he’d said those words…well, who knew how complicated things might have got?
A dozen possibilities whirred in his brain; he and Rose leaving Pete’s World and leaving his metacrisis behind, heartbroken; Rose insisting that she come along, but only if they brought his duplicate as well; and-just possibly-allowing himself to be sealed off in Pete’s World, if only to extend everyone’s options and find a whole new universe to explore. That thought led him to wonder if Pete’s World had its own Gallifrey; and if so, did it also have Time Lords? He’d been too preoccupied to even consider seeking out other minds.
“I can almost see the wheels turnin’,” Rose whispered, lifting him from his thoughts. He didn’t want to think about the goodbyes long past, and instead focused on the one that was to come.
“I need to leave in the morning,” he said abruptly, putting on the academic tone he so often used as a shield. He winced a bit at how harsh he sounded, and softened his tone , “Or rather, you two will-seeing as you’re parked in my control room.”
“Understood,” his younger self replied.
Rose nodded ever-so-slightly before planting a kiss on his cheek. He turned to look at her, and the reassuring smile she gave him didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’ll have tea before you go, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She knew he’d have to leave eventually, and honestly she was surprised he’d kept their company this long. While it made her heart ache to think she wouldn’t see him again, what really bothered her was that he would be saying goodbye to her all over again, and he would be alone. She never liked the idea of her Doctor being without a hand to hold, and had already chosen (on more than one occasion) to enter the fray to either try to save him or die alongside him.
The older Time Lord brought their joined hands up and pressed a kiss to the back of Rose’s hand. “I’m going to have a shower,” he said softly; his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes either.
After the older Doctor slipped into the en suite, Rose rolled to reach for a bottle of water on the night table. She propped herself up on one elbow, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. She felt her Doctor slide up behind her, curling an arm around her waist and kissing at her neck.
“Want a sip?” she asked.
“Nn-mm,” he hummed against her flesh, and she recapped the bottle and returned it to the night table, “Want you,” he said in a low voice.
Rose knew that voice. She smirked, “You’re like a randy teenager,” she giggled, turning onto her back. Immediately the Doctor covered her body with his and nipped at her neck.
“Might be, just a bit,” he nipped her collar bone, “Don’t you like it?” he moved lower and wrapped his lips around her right nipple.
Rose sucked in a breath as he swirled his tongue around the hardening bud, pulled it gently between his teeth while his fingers gently worked the other one. “Of course I do,” she said biting her lip to hold back a pleased smile. She opened her legs just a bit further, and he settled himself between them. He kissed down the curve of her breasts to lick at the tender place between them, using his hands to press them gently against his cheeks for a moment.
“Then let me make love to you,” he said against her skin. Rose sighed and rolled her hips against him, already feeling him hard against her bare flesh. It was all the answer she wanted to give, and all the answer he needed; the Doctor slid into her with practiced ease, gasping at the heat at her center that he could never seem to fully prepare himself for.
They moved languorously together in the dim amber glow of the TARDIS lights, their caresses tender and measured, soaking in every inch of one another. When Rose came, is was a slow wave that washed over her, lulling her rather than overcoming her; she sighed against the Doctor’s skin, and he held her for several minutes before settling next to her. She turned onto her side, and he spooned her, brushing at her blonde locks until she drifted off to sleep.
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