Ten/Wesley ficlet
bethynyc asked for Ten/Wesley and bed. 300 words, mildly M for manipulation of manly bits. ;)
“You know, Wesley, this would go much more smoothly if you would stop adjusting the pillows every five seconds.” The Doctor said as he rolled off Wesley.
“I have a bad back. If my neck isn’t properly supported I could injure something. This bed is too soft!” Wesley protested and covered himself with the sheet.
The Doctor sighed in frustration. “No, you are too tense! This bed was made by the Somatites of Somatatia. It’s designed to automatically adjust itself to the body for optimum support and comfort. It can never be too soft or too firm or too anything but perfectly comfortable!”
Wesley narrowed his eyes. “Somatites? Somatatia? You made that up.”
“I did not! You need to relax. This was your idea, anyway. Are you sure you’ve done this before?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes! And I want to… with you.”
“Well, you could have fooled me.”
“It’s been awhile, that’s all.” Wesley said softly.
The Doctor shook his head. “Twentieth century humans and your inhibitions. Why do I keep coming back here?” He lifted his head abruptly. “Hang on, I know why.” He slipped his hand under the sheet.
Wesley melted into the bed as every bit of tension and apprehension left his body at the Doctor’s touch.
“You’re all so very tactile.” The Doctor grinned. “Just takes awhile to find the right buttons sometimes.”
“Where did you learn tha-a-at?” Wesley asked breathlessly.
The Doctor pondered, working his hand on Wesley all the while. “Dunno. Centuries of bouncing around the universe you pick these things up. They sort of stick with you.”
“Well, be sure to-good lord-to never forget that one.” Wesley groaned.
“Remember Wesley’s button. Check.” The Doctor grinned. “Let’s see if you have any others, eh?” He said as he dove under the sheet.
“You know, Wesley, this would go much more smoothly if you would stop adjusting the pillows every five seconds.” The Doctor said as he rolled off Wesley.
“I have a bad back. If my neck isn’t properly supported I could injure something. This bed is too soft!” Wesley protested and covered himself with the sheet.
The Doctor sighed in frustration. “No, you are too tense! This bed was made by the Somatites of Somatatia. It’s designed to automatically adjust itself to the body for optimum support and comfort. It can never be too soft or too firm or too anything but perfectly comfortable!”
Wesley narrowed his eyes. “Somatites? Somatatia? You made that up.”
“I did not! You need to relax. This was your idea, anyway. Are you sure you’ve done this before?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes! And I want to… with you.”
“Well, you could have fooled me.”
“It’s been awhile, that’s all.” Wesley said softly.
The Doctor shook his head. “Twentieth century humans and your inhibitions. Why do I keep coming back here?” He lifted his head abruptly. “Hang on, I know why.” He slipped his hand under the sheet.
Wesley melted into the bed as every bit of tension and apprehension left his body at the Doctor’s touch.
“You’re all so very tactile.” The Doctor grinned. “Just takes awhile to find the right buttons sometimes.”
“Where did you learn tha-a-at?” Wesley asked breathlessly.
The Doctor pondered, working his hand on Wesley all the while. “Dunno. Centuries of bouncing around the universe you pick these things up. They sort of stick with you.”
“Well, be sure to-good lord-to never forget that one.” Wesley groaned.
“Remember Wesley’s button. Check.” The Doctor grinned. “Let’s see if you have any others, eh?” He said as he dove under the sheet.