Rory couldn't deny having looked at the Doctor in "that" way once or twice. Well, possibly a few more times than that actually. He tried his best not to out of guilt, especially since becoming a married man, but the more time they spent together in the TARDIS, the more he couldn't help but glance over whenever the Doctor leaned forward, making his trousers tight around his arse, before looking away rather flustered. In fairness, he knew Amy did it too, it was hard not to when confronted with someone so unusual and mad and brilliant and…well, sexy. But he was married now, he kept reminding himself, Amy was the only one he should be thinking of in that way. Besides, the Doctor hardly seemed to be interested in anything like that: were it not for his flirting with River he might have assumed that the Doctor's knowledge of sex was pretty much nonexistent. Amy had left that morning, dropped off in Leadworth after telling them she needed "a girly day to herself". Rory didn't blame her: all that time spent running around after the Doctor really took it out of you, and sometimes you just needed a quiet day in bed alone watching telly, being normal for a change. The Doctor had said it would be the perfect time for a quick pit stop, that the TARDIS' batteries were running a bit low and needed to recharge. Or something like that, his explanation had been very fast and long-winded and Rory had ended up switching off halfway though, but the gist was that for the next eight hours "at LEAST eight hours" in The Doctor's words "possibly ten, maybe even eleven. How long is an hour again?"

"sixty minutes"

"oh yes, well for the next 480 minutes or more we need to stay in orbit around this ex-tonic star so that the TARDIS has enough energy to get us back to Leadworth and to infinity and beyond - you do say that on Earth don't you, that is an Earth thing, yes? - so do not touch anything. That's vital, absolutely not a thing, not a lever, not a doohickey, not a gizmo not even a little, tiny switch that looks like it does nothing- half the switches that look like they do nothing are the most important ones on this ship! Of course, the other half really DO do nothing, but I can never remember which ones are which and it's far better to be safe than accidentally fired into the heart of a star so don't touch ANYTHING- Rory?"

Rory, without realising, had stopped focusing on the Doctor's words somewhere around "infinity and beyond" and instead become much more focused on his body. Now that they were alone it had briefly seemed much more acceptable to really take in the Doctor's form, eyes helplessly wandering down to the slight but visible bulge of his crotch; his hair flopping in front of his eyes only for him to flip it quickly to the side; the way one of his braces had slipped from his shoulder and hung loosely on his upper arm. But there was no denying now, considering the way the Doctor had looked at him; he'd noticed.

Rory felt embarrassment brimming inside him as his stomach quickly sank and he felt his face turn hot, knowing he was probably going red. He looked away quickly, staring intently at a scuff on the toe of his shoes, trying to pretend nothing had happened, though he knew it was too late. He avoiding looking anywhere in the general direction of the Doctor and swallowed hard, licking his bottom lip and desperately trying to think of some sort of excuse. His eyes flickered back to the Doctor for a split second to try and gauge his reaction, hoping he would have looked away, but was surprised to find the Doctor's eyes now lingering on him. He glanced away, embarrassed again, this time at being looked at like that; coughed and bit his lip awkwardly, now with no idea how to proceed.

"Rory." the Doctor's voice was serious now, lower and devoid of his earlier light-hearted, childlike whimsy. Rory looked up at him again, realising he was closer than before, leaning against the TARDIS console with just a couple of inches separating them. The Doctor had never been hugely respectful of personal space, but even by his standards this was unusual. He found himself focusing on the Doctor's chest, rising and falling softly through his shirt, in time with his breathing and the beat of both his hearts. "Rory." said the Doctor again, command in his voice this time, forcing him to look right into the Doctor's eyes. He was met with a look of what could best be described as lust, and had to fight the urge to look straight back down at his shoes again, even more flustered and embarrassed than before. Instead he kept his eyes locked on the Doctor's as he watched the other man's mouth break into a playful, slightly mocking half smile.

"um, Doctor I… I um…" Rory began, before the Doctor stopped him mid sentence, leaning in to break the final space between them and brush his lips against Rory's in a gentle, sweet kiss.

At first Rory had tried to pull away, leaning further back against the TARDIS console, face burning with embarrassment. But the Doctor had been forceful, moving with him until he was virtually trapped. Slowly the flush began to fade from his cheeks as he became accustomed to the feeling of the Doctor's lips against his, remembering the nights when it has crossed his mind and sometimes even kept him awake, how much he really did want this. He began to kiss back, tenderly at first, mouth closed, lips barely moving as the Doctor entwined the fingers of one hand carefully in Rory's hair, the other hand gripping his wrist before sliding downwards across his palm and between his fingers until they were holding hands, the thumb stroking gently across his knuckles. Rory squeezed his hand a little as his kisses sped up, opening his mouth slightly and letting his tongue dart across the Doctor's bottom lip. The Doctor grinned, not pulling away from Rory catching his breath before pressing their lips together again, harder this time, using the hand on the back of Rory's head to pull him in closer as their kisses became more passionate. Rory slid his legs up either side of the Doctor's, letting him fall in between his thighs as he was pushed further back, half-sitting-half-leaning against the console, hands in the Doctor's hair and brushing against his cheekbones, collarbones, jaw line, gasping for breath every now and again before launching back into their desperate embrace.

The Doctor's hands made their way to the buttons of Rory's shirt, beginning to unfasten the first. He pulled away, breaking the kiss gradually as Rory leaned further and further forward for another peck, reluctant for their lips to part. As he unfastened the second button he planted a kiss on the end of Rory's nose, then another, before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek right by his ear as he started on the third. His ran his fingertips from Rory's collarbones down to his chest, making him shiver as he stared, still slightly embarrassed, into the Doctor's eyes, innocent but at the same time full of longing. He leaned down to trace a row of kisses along Rory's neck, feeling the vibrations against his lips as he sighed and placed his hands a little nervously on the Doctor's waist. Stroking upwards along his sides, he made his way to the Doctor's bow tie, attempting to unfasten it with shaky fingers while pressing kisses against The Doctor's temples. He couldn't work it out, and in the time it took him to make any progress the Doctor had Rory's whole shirt unfastened and was becoming frustrated. Moving his hands to his own neck he unfastened it in a flash, throwing it to the floor before slipping Rory's shirt of his shoulder's and letting it join the bow tie. He was pleasantly surprised when Rory grabbed him strongly by the hips, pulling him in between his legs where the Doctor felt Rory's growing bulge against his thigh, their chests pressed so close they could feel each other's breathing, mouths locking together passionately again, tongues desperately exploring and only stopping momentarily when one of them had to draw in a shuddering, deep breath. The Doctor felt himself growing hard too as he unfastened Rory's belt and zip, lifting him up by his waist with Rory's arms wrapped around his neck, just enough to let his jeans and boxers slide down his thighs as he began to stroke his fingers against Rory's cock

"Oh" moaned Rory, burying his face in the Doctor's neck "Doctor" the Doctor began to tighten his grip, wrapping his long, slim fingers around Rory's length and dragging them up and down, letting his nails scrape him every now and again to make him moan and cry out, biting the Doctor's shoulder a little when pleasure surged through him. God, the noises he made were amazing, deep, desperate moans and groans, semi-coherent moans of "ohh, Doctor" and "yes, yes, so good", pleading and begging for the Doctor to do that again, please, please do that again, and the occasional whimper when he went too hard or fast, hurting him in a way he never wanted to stop, making him dig his nails into the Doctor's back and thrusting hard against his hand, his cock brushing the Doctor's now swollen bulge every now and again. Leaning in close to his ear, he said breathlessly

"D-d-Doctor….do…do you want me to…to do…do it to y-you?" Rory looked so completely undone now, sweating, hot and desperate, mouth hanging open and lips swollen, as he struggled to hold back from coming too soon. The Doctor was in a similar state, shirt beginning to cling to his chest with sweat, achingly horny and desperate for some release "oh god, yes" sighed the Doctor, giving Rory a hard, enthusiastic pull that made his knees buckle. His hands moved to the Doctor's trousers, struggling to work them and his underwear off over his cock while the Doctor was mercilessly working on his. Rory gripped the Doctor tightly, squeezing one of his buttocks with the other and making him call out in the way he'd been made to before. He worked his hand up and down, trying to keep the same speed and grip as the Doctor as they both alternated between deep, passionate kisses and loud, guttural, animalistic moans of each other's names.

The Doctor rested his head on Rory's shoulder, leaning against his neck, almost nuzzling him as he felt their stomach's press together while Rory fiercely pumped his cock.

"I…I think I'm going to come" the Doctor whispered against Rory's ear, already feeling the orgasm building as warmth spread through his body. The thought of The Doctor coming brought Rory close to the edge too, feeling his hips spasming, jarring against the Doctor's as he tried to hold back for a bit longer.

"M-me too" said Rory "oh God, oh Doctor, oh Doctor" his mouth hung open as he tipped his head back, eyes closed, feeling it wash over him as the Doctor shuddered through his orgasm with a series of loud, incoherent moans in which Rory could barely make out any words, apart from the occasional

"yes, Rory, oh, oh Rory" as he emptied himself over Rory's hand.

It was a long time before either of them caught their breath. Rory kept his arms wrapped around The Doctor's neck to keep himself balanced, both resting their heads on each others shoulders. Rory didn't want to be the first one to speak, but he wasn't sure he wanted the to be either, in case he said something ridiculous like he usually would.

"Eer…" said Rory, hoping it would start a conversation

"eer…" replied the Doctor. They both laughed, feeling the movement of each other's chests pressed against their own. The Doctor kissed him sweetly on the nose, before tilting Rory's chin up so that their lips met again.

"I think we should…erm" said Rory, pulling away from the Doctor after a short while. Looking down, he realised the mess they'd made of each other, the Doctor's skin now soaking from his waist to his mid thighs, his shirt stained white. He began to feel embarrassment brewing inside him again, and he lowered his arms to his sides, unwrapping his legs from behind the Doctor's, who loosened his grip on Rory's waist somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes, I think we should too" said the Doctor, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. "We should think about things to do for the next seven and a half hours." He looked down at his stomach, which was still streaked with cum, and ran one finger across it. "I personally think we should start by getting cleaned up" he pressed the finger to his lips, sucking it gently and letting out a soft "mmmm" to see what it did to Rory "do you want to go first, or shall I?"