Fic Five / Adric
Hi all,
Cross posted elsewhere but I thought I'd post here too since this is an Adric comm.
Adric's curiosity is usually endearing but not when the Doctor is tied up with only a silken sheet covering his modesty.
Standard disclaimers and very tame.
Pulling at the silken sashes that bound his wrists and ankles only drew them tighter but the Doctor did it anyway. He had been trussed up like this for what felt like hours and surely it would just be a matter of time before one of his companions discovered his whereabouts and ‘rescued’ him. The idea of Nyssa (or Rassilon help him) Tegan discovering him had him squirming with embarrassment. As for Adric …
His cock twitched in response to the image and the Doctor glared down at the traitorous organ. Excellent, he thought to himself, 750 years old and he was acting like a love-sick teenager on hormonal overdrive, lusting after a mere boy.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” he berated his penis which responded joyfully, the satin smoothness of the sheet draped provocatively over his hips only serving to add to its stimulation.
Outside there was the sound of racing feet and then the door flung open and Adric practically fell into the room with all his usual gaucheness.
“Doctor!” he gabbled, “I thought I’d never find - “ He trailed off, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. “Doctor,” he spluttered, “whatever are you doing?”
The Doctor flung his head back on the scarlet pillow. “Composing a concerto.”
The sarcasm washed over Adric like water off a Marshman’s back. “Really? But where are your clothes?”
“The same place as my dignity - a million light years away.”
Adric, however, wasn’t listening. A few tentative steps and he had perched on the bed, looking for all the world like a very naughty cherub. Of its own accord, his hand reached out to lightly trace the outline of the Doctor’s collarbone before skimming down his chest, barely brushing his nipple. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered. “You, so beautiful, aching for me.”
Determined to put up with no more of this silliness, the Doctor cleared his throat. “Yes, well that’s all very flattering but if you’ll just untie my hands … What do you mean you’ve dreamed about me?”
Adric met his gaze, his own eyes dancing with familiar mischief. “I have a very active imagination.” His gaze slid down the Doctor’s torso inch by provocative inch until it came to rest on the wispy silk draped artistically over his friend’s hips. When the boy licked his lips the Doctor knew he was lost.
“Adric of Alzarius, untie me at once. Do you hear me, young man?”
Adric’s response to authority was as swift as it was expected - he swept back the sheet. Cool air rushed over the Doctor’s tender parts and he frantically began reciting Rasilonian calculus to prevent himself from crying out. When he risked a peek, Adric was staring in frank appreciation, his dark eyes luminous, and a very faint blush suffusing his round cheeks.
“Oh my,” he murmured. “You’re lovely.”
“One aims to please,” the Doctor responded wryly, giving up all pretence at dignity and allowing his knees to fall open. “Oh, get your clothes off and come here.”
Obeying with alacrity, Adric flopped down on top of the Doctor’s form, wriggling and rubbing himself against the other, his own perky cock duelling with the Doctor’s. “Doctor,” he said a few very happy minutes later, “Is that the sonic screwdriver down there?”
Cross posted elsewhere but I thought I'd post here too since this is an Adric comm.
Adric's curiosity is usually endearing but not when the Doctor is tied up with only a silken sheet covering his modesty.
Standard disclaimers and very tame.
Pulling at the silken sashes that bound his wrists and ankles only drew them tighter but the Doctor did it anyway. He had been trussed up like this for what felt like hours and surely it would just be a matter of time before one of his companions discovered his whereabouts and ‘rescued’ him. The idea of Nyssa (or Rassilon help him) Tegan discovering him had him squirming with embarrassment. As for Adric …
His cock twitched in response to the image and the Doctor glared down at the traitorous organ. Excellent, he thought to himself, 750 years old and he was acting like a love-sick teenager on hormonal overdrive, lusting after a mere boy.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” he berated his penis which responded joyfully, the satin smoothness of the sheet draped provocatively over his hips only serving to add to its stimulation.
Outside there was the sound of racing feet and then the door flung open and Adric practically fell into the room with all his usual gaucheness.
“Doctor!” he gabbled, “I thought I’d never find - “ He trailed off, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. “Doctor,” he spluttered, “whatever are you doing?”
The Doctor flung his head back on the scarlet pillow. “Composing a concerto.”
The sarcasm washed over Adric like water off a Marshman’s back. “Really? But where are your clothes?”
“The same place as my dignity - a million light years away.”
Adric, however, wasn’t listening. A few tentative steps and he had perched on the bed, looking for all the world like a very naughty cherub. Of its own accord, his hand reached out to lightly trace the outline of the Doctor’s collarbone before skimming down his chest, barely brushing his nipple. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered. “You, so beautiful, aching for me.”
Determined to put up with no more of this silliness, the Doctor cleared his throat. “Yes, well that’s all very flattering but if you’ll just untie my hands … What do you mean you’ve dreamed about me?”
Adric met his gaze, his own eyes dancing with familiar mischief. “I have a very active imagination.” His gaze slid down the Doctor’s torso inch by provocative inch until it came to rest on the wispy silk draped artistically over his friend’s hips. When the boy licked his lips the Doctor knew he was lost.
“Adric of Alzarius, untie me at once. Do you hear me, young man?”
Adric’s response to authority was as swift as it was expected - he swept back the sheet. Cool air rushed over the Doctor’s tender parts and he frantically began reciting Rasilonian calculus to prevent himself from crying out. When he risked a peek, Adric was staring in frank appreciation, his dark eyes luminous, and a very faint blush suffusing his round cheeks.
“Oh my,” he murmured. “You’re lovely.”
“One aims to please,” the Doctor responded wryly, giving up all pretence at dignity and allowing his knees to fall open. “Oh, get your clothes off and come here.”
Obeying with alacrity, Adric flopped down on top of the Doctor’s form, wriggling and rubbing himself against the other, his own perky cock duelling with the Doctor’s. “Doctor,” he said a few very happy minutes later, “Is that the sonic screwdriver down there?”