Missing the Match
Title: Missing the Match
Genre: Slash, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Eight/Five (implied Five/Tegan and Five/Turlough)
Summary: Eight runs into Five at a cricket match manages to lure him away.
Missing Cricket.
He’d come to the cricket match for sentimental reasons. He had once loved this game. Now he was just bored by it, he was trying to imagine what he liked about cricket. The game seemed. So predictable… so familiar…Yes he was sure now he had seen this match. His eyes lit up and he scanned the crowd until he saw a flash of white. Yes, and there was the celery on the lapel! It would be fun just to wave during a slow moment. Then a thought came to him. And he began to smile.
Five was intently watching the cricket match, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He spun around to see a man with shaggy light brown hair in a green velvet frock coat standing there smiling at him.
“Excuse me?” He said to the man.
“Hello, Doctor can I have a word with you?” Said Eight in the green frock coat.
“But I’ll miss the match,” Said Five.
“That’s not important Doctor,” Eight said.
“It’s cricket,” Hissed Five. “It is important…
how do you know my name?”
“Why don’t we walk together and I’ll explain,” Eight said.
“Very well,” sighed Five.
Eight watched Five tear himself resultantly from the match. He was remember how much he regretted doing this. But soon the regret would fade…. And there was something else… another memory bubbled up… a kiss… forceful and passionate. He realized he never noticed how handsome he was back then.
“It’s very simple Doctor, I’m you.” Eight said.
“Oh no,” Five said.
“What?” Eight said.
“Whenever I happen to meet myself something dreadful usually happens.” Five said.
“I don’t think anything...bad will happen… this time…” Eight said.
“I remember meeting my 10th self he was energetic,” Five said. “And cheerful as a cricket…. I’m not getting old again am I?”
“Do you feel old?” Asked Eight.
“No, not particularly,” Five remarked sticking his hands in his pockets.
Eight smiled, remembering how he used to do that all the time. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
Five hesitated for a moment and then repiled:
“Yes, that would nice. You’re Tardis or mine?”
“I’m traveling alone at moment so why not my tardis,” Eight said.
“Very good,” Five said.
They walked on until they got to Eight’s Tardis. Five blinked as he entered looking at the high ceilings, the seal of Rassilon over the door. “I see you’ve changed it, you went more gothic motif.”
“What do you think?” Asked Eight.
“It,” Five looked at Eight for minute. “Suits you. but I always liked the old white roundels.”
“Thank you,” Eight said. “Now what kind of tea would you like … no wait I remember Earl Grey right?”
“Yes,” Five said still looking around the tardis.
They sat down and drank tea. Eight was smiling constantly watching Five as he sipped his tea and ate a biscuit.
“Would you like to see the other changes I’ve made to tardis?” Eight said
“Other changes?” Five said. “What other changes?”
“There have been some changes to my bedroom.” Eight said.
Five put down his tea cup. “No,” He said. “Because I know what you’re hinting at and I think it’s wrong.”
“You do?” asked Eight. “What am I hinting at then?”
“You want us to sleep together….wouldn’t violate all sorts of rules.” Five said.
“We’ve never been one for following rules.” Eight said with a laugh.
“Well, no… but,” Five looked at other man intently. “Wouldn’t it be like masturbation, in a way.”
“If I remember correctly you’re no stranger to that,” Eight said.
Five blushed crimson. “Ah, yes.”
“And you’ve been sleeping with Tegan for a while now,” Eight said.
“Er, yes,” Five said. “That’s different how do know I’m attracted to other men?”
“Because of what you’ve been doing to Turlough if I remember correctly.” Eight said. “Do you know what will happen when Tegan finds out?”
“ Er.. Well. I- I-” Five said.
Eight smiled slowly. “You’re in for a surprise then.”
“Fine, I’m bisexual and I’ve been sleeping with both of my companions.” Five sighed. “But how do you know I’m even attracted to you?”
“Because of the way you looked at me when we entered the Tardis.” Eight said. “And because… of this…”
And Eight reached across the table and took face in his hands, he stroked Five’s cheeks and then kissed Five deeply and passionately the blonde put up no resistance , but eagerly joined in the kiss. Which lasted for longer for minute thanks to the respiratory bypass system. In the end they were both gasping.
Five smiled shyly. “I think I’d like to see your bedroom now.”
It was different in keeping with the gothic theme of the Tardis the bed was larger, a mahogany four poster with deep rich red sheets.
They entered the room kissing and hastily undressed each other, fervently unbuttoning, unknotting and unzipping.
On the floor lay of pile of clothes white tweeds, and green velvets strewn about in promiscuous piles.
They were both naked now, their bodies tense and ready.
“So what happens now?” asked Five.
Eight paused, as a memory poked him. He smiled. And he pushed the blond down onto the bed. He paused to admire Five’s smooth chest and taut stomach. He got down on the bed.
“Are you ready?” Eight asked.
“It’s just I haven’t done this in quite a while,” Five said.
“Made love to a man?” Eight said rolling his eyes.
“No, bottomed,” Five said. “It’s been a long time and certainly not in this body.”
“Oh,” Eight said. “Well, I can take care of that.”
He reached over to the night stand on the left side of the bed and got out a small bottle of lubrication. And he prepared Five. Five squirmed so it was a bit hard to do.
“You’re hands are cold,” Five complained.
“You want this right?” Eight asked.
“Yes, more then anything,” Five said.
“I can see that,” Eight said staring at Five’s erection. “I think you’re ready.”
He seized Five’s legs and hoisted them up on his shoulders and apart. He thrust himself into the warmth and heat of the other Doctor. Five cried out at the pain, and the pleasure. Eight remembered the sensations of being penetrated even as he was doing the penetration. It was intoxicating, he thrust into Five again and again. Five gasped and groaned and looked at him with eyes that were hungry and pleading at the same time. It drove him mad with desire and he quickened his pace. With each thrust of the other Doctor Five could feel the feeling of bliss grow and pain fade. It was amazing the universe seemed to be blossoming before his eyes, his senses danced and shimmed. He’d never felt like this before. Until finally the pleasure reached it’s apex and there was no more his body could take and he came. Hardly a second later dazzled at his own pleasure and the memory of it, Eight cried out and reached his climax.
Afterward, they lay together in the bed, kissing and stroking each other’s faces. Five brushed a strand of brown hair out Eight’s eyes and smiled.
“This was worth missing the match,” Five said. “Just one question.”
“Yes?” Eight said.
“Who won?” Five asked
“Eton,” Eight replied.
“Ah, good, I’ve always liked Eton,” Five sighed contentedly.
Genre: Slash, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Eight/Five (implied Five/Tegan and Five/Turlough)
Summary: Eight runs into Five at a cricket match manages to lure him away.
Missing Cricket.
He’d come to the cricket match for sentimental reasons. He had once loved this game. Now he was just bored by it, he was trying to imagine what he liked about cricket. The game seemed. So predictable… so familiar…Yes he was sure now he had seen this match. His eyes lit up and he scanned the crowd until he saw a flash of white. Yes, and there was the celery on the lapel! It would be fun just to wave during a slow moment. Then a thought came to him. And he began to smile.
Five was intently watching the cricket match, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He spun around to see a man with shaggy light brown hair in a green velvet frock coat standing there smiling at him.
“Excuse me?” He said to the man.
“Hello, Doctor can I have a word with you?” Said Eight in the green frock coat.
“But I’ll miss the match,” Said Five.
“That’s not important Doctor,” Eight said.
“It’s cricket,” Hissed Five. “It is important…
how do you know my name?”
“Why don’t we walk together and I’ll explain,” Eight said.
“Very well,” sighed Five.
Eight watched Five tear himself resultantly from the match. He was remember how much he regretted doing this. But soon the regret would fade…. And there was something else… another memory bubbled up… a kiss… forceful and passionate. He realized he never noticed how handsome he was back then.
“It’s very simple Doctor, I’m you.” Eight said.
“Oh no,” Five said.
“What?” Eight said.
“Whenever I happen to meet myself something dreadful usually happens.” Five said.
“I don’t think anything...bad will happen… this time…” Eight said.
“I remember meeting my 10th self he was energetic,” Five said. “And cheerful as a cricket…. I’m not getting old again am I?”
“Do you feel old?” Asked Eight.
“No, not particularly,” Five remarked sticking his hands in his pockets.
Eight smiled, remembering how he used to do that all the time. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
Five hesitated for a moment and then repiled:
“Yes, that would nice. You’re Tardis or mine?”
“I’m traveling alone at moment so why not my tardis,” Eight said.
“Very good,” Five said.
They walked on until they got to Eight’s Tardis. Five blinked as he entered looking at the high ceilings, the seal of Rassilon over the door. “I see you’ve changed it, you went more gothic motif.”
“What do you think?” Asked Eight.
“It,” Five looked at Eight for minute. “Suits you. but I always liked the old white roundels.”
“Thank you,” Eight said. “Now what kind of tea would you like … no wait I remember Earl Grey right?”
“Yes,” Five said still looking around the tardis.
They sat down and drank tea. Eight was smiling constantly watching Five as he sipped his tea and ate a biscuit.
“Would you like to see the other changes I’ve made to tardis?” Eight said
“Other changes?” Five said. “What other changes?”
“There have been some changes to my bedroom.” Eight said.
Five put down his tea cup. “No,” He said. “Because I know what you’re hinting at and I think it’s wrong.”
“You do?” asked Eight. “What am I hinting at then?”
“You want us to sleep together….wouldn’t violate all sorts of rules.” Five said.
“We’ve never been one for following rules.” Eight said with a laugh.
“Well, no… but,” Five looked at other man intently. “Wouldn’t it be like masturbation, in a way.”
“If I remember correctly you’re no stranger to that,” Eight said.
Five blushed crimson. “Ah, yes.”
“And you’ve been sleeping with Tegan for a while now,” Eight said.
“Er, yes,” Five said. “That’s different how do know I’m attracted to other men?”
“Because of what you’ve been doing to Turlough if I remember correctly.” Eight said. “Do you know what will happen when Tegan finds out?”
“ Er.. Well. I- I-” Five said.
Eight smiled slowly. “You’re in for a surprise then.”
“Fine, I’m bisexual and I’ve been sleeping with both of my companions.” Five sighed. “But how do you know I’m even attracted to you?”
“Because of the way you looked at me when we entered the Tardis.” Eight said. “And because… of this…”
And Eight reached across the table and took face in his hands, he stroked Five’s cheeks and then kissed Five deeply and passionately the blonde put up no resistance , but eagerly joined in the kiss. Which lasted for longer for minute thanks to the respiratory bypass system. In the end they were both gasping.
Five smiled shyly. “I think I’d like to see your bedroom now.”
It was different in keeping with the gothic theme of the Tardis the bed was larger, a mahogany four poster with deep rich red sheets.
They entered the room kissing and hastily undressed each other, fervently unbuttoning, unknotting and unzipping.
On the floor lay of pile of clothes white tweeds, and green velvets strewn about in promiscuous piles.
They were both naked now, their bodies tense and ready.
“So what happens now?” asked Five.
Eight paused, as a memory poked him. He smiled. And he pushed the blond down onto the bed. He paused to admire Five’s smooth chest and taut stomach. He got down on the bed.
“Are you ready?” Eight asked.
“It’s just I haven’t done this in quite a while,” Five said.
“Made love to a man?” Eight said rolling his eyes.
“No, bottomed,” Five said. “It’s been a long time and certainly not in this body.”
“Oh,” Eight said. “Well, I can take care of that.”
He reached over to the night stand on the left side of the bed and got out a small bottle of lubrication. And he prepared Five. Five squirmed so it was a bit hard to do.
“You’re hands are cold,” Five complained.
“You want this right?” Eight asked.
“Yes, more then anything,” Five said.
“I can see that,” Eight said staring at Five’s erection. “I think you’re ready.”
He seized Five’s legs and hoisted them up on his shoulders and apart. He thrust himself into the warmth and heat of the other Doctor. Five cried out at the pain, and the pleasure. Eight remembered the sensations of being penetrated even as he was doing the penetration. It was intoxicating, he thrust into Five again and again. Five gasped and groaned and looked at him with eyes that were hungry and pleading at the same time. It drove him mad with desire and he quickened his pace. With each thrust of the other Doctor Five could feel the feeling of bliss grow and pain fade. It was amazing the universe seemed to be blossoming before his eyes, his senses danced and shimmed. He’d never felt like this before. Until finally the pleasure reached it’s apex and there was no more his body could take and he came. Hardly a second later dazzled at his own pleasure and the memory of it, Eight cried out and reached his climax.
Afterward, they lay together in the bed, kissing and stroking each other’s faces. Five brushed a strand of brown hair out Eight’s eyes and smiled.
“This was worth missing the match,” Five said. “Just one question.”
“Yes?” Eight said.
“Who won?” Five asked
“Eton,” Eight replied.
“Ah, good, I’ve always liked Eton,” Five sighed contentedly.