*First time writing a Doctor Who fic. I'm sad to say that I don't know a whole lot about it. I've only seen a few bits and pieces of episodes but I couldn't stay away from writing about Rory and the Eleventh Doctor. I believe this is AU by the way. So the Doctor will be called Eleven…
Rory ventured further into the ocean, loving the cold water against his skin. It splashed him in the face every now and then but it wasn't at all bad. Quite lovely actually. When the water was about to his bellybutton, Rory turned, looking to the sand. Eleven sat in the muddy sand, waiting patiently for the water to meet him again.
"Come in!" Rory called with a chuckle.
"No way." Eleven called back. He distracted himself by retying the strings that kept his swim trunks up.
Rory frowned as Eleven's brown hair feel over his face. "Don't make me come and get you!"
This caused Eleven's head to snap up, "You wouldn't dare…"
"Oh, yes, I would. Trust me." Rory winked.
Eleven's face fell slightly, "I really don't want to go in though." His forced his lips into a pout, knowing it would get Rory right off topic.
Rory chuckled, headed back to Eleven. "You are such a wimp."
"Am not!" Eleven replied in his English accent. Rory was amazed at how an American boy, like himself, could find such an attractive British boy on vacation. Now he doesn't regret going with his parents.
"Are too." Rory crawled up to Eleven; hating how the sand clung to him. He ignored it and continued on. Eleven grinned as Rory got closer, wrapping his arms around Rory's neck.
"I'm so happy I decided to go on this vacation." Eleven grinned, repeating what Rory had just thought.
"Me too. You have no idea." Rory kissed Eleven in a slow, chaste manner. Eleven had deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Rory's mouth. Not that he mind. Rory always thought that a way to someone's heart was trying to be sweet, caring and not a horny bastard. Rory could be sweet, he could be caring, he could try to not be a horny bastard… but it was so hard with Eleven.
"Mmm," Eleven moaned as Rory's tongue entered his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth. Slowly, he laid back, taking Rory with him. Rory's knee slid in between Eleven's legs.
Eleven pulled away with a delicious smile. "I'm so happy we found this place. I mean, it'd be quite odd to do this with people around.
Rory chuckled, suspending his torso off of Eleven. "It's so beautiful here too. How about we go back to my car and get changed?"
Rolling his eyes, Eleven agreed. "You just want to see my cute butt."
Rory helped the boy up, shrugging. "Maybe I do."
They raced back to Rory's car, kicking up sand behind them. Although Rory did want to see Eleven's butt he sadly wasn't able too, trying his best to not be a horny, hormonal teenage boy.
Rory wore plaid shirt, red and white, with an undershirt underneath. Instead of his swim trunks he now had on a pair of pants, slightly ripped in the right knee. He also switched into a pair of gray converse, not liking the idea of not wearing any shoes. When he came around the vehicle he noticed Eleven was already dressed and holding the blankets he packed. His outfit nearly made Rory drool.
Eleven wore black skinny jeans, extremely skinny. On his torso was a flimsy looking t-shirt that barely went below his bellybutton, it had a design on the front but that wasn't what Rory had been paying attention too. He too had on a pair of converse but they were black high-tops.
"You look beautiful." Rory responded, coming closer to envelop Eleven in his arms.
Eleven blushed but wrapped his hands back around Rory's neck. "Thanks. You don't look to bad yourself."
Rory laughed, "How about we go set up our…"
"Bed?" Eleven giggled.
Rory felt his face get hot, "Sure. You have all the blankets?"
Eleven nodded, looking at the blankets that were pressed tight between them. "There's a pillow there as well."
They walked out, not pulling apart. Eleven had to walk backwards as Rory guided the couple but it only made them laugh. Eleven caught the blankets as they pulled apart. They set out their bed and Eleven wasted no time jumping down, climbing under the blankets. Rory laughed joining the boy.
"I'm so cold," Eleven whimpered, nuzzling his head into Rory's neck. His hands came up between them, grabbing onto Rory's shirt. Eleven smiled as he felt Rory's arms go around him.
The sun went down, bringing the stars out. Eleven watched, loving how romantic the moment was. He felt Rory start to fidget. "What are you doing?" Eleven giggled.
"I'm trying to get my shoes off," Rory bit his lip, finally smiling when the shoes came off.
Eleven hadn't noticed the annoying feeling of having shoes on under a blanket until Rory mentioned it. "Now that you mentioned it, it's annoying me too." Eleven frowned, his shoes now coming off as well.
Their socked feet rubbed against each other, trying to get warmer.
"So this is our last day together…" Rory broke the silence.
Eleven swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. "Yeah…"
"I really hope I see you again." Rory added.
"Me too." Eleven replied, snuggling closer to Rory.
"And you're not lying when you say you don't have a cell phone?" Rory laughed, letting Eleven know it was a comment to be taken lightly.
"No, I wish I did." Eleven pouted, propping his arm up. "I really want to thank you. This is so romantic."
Rory pressed his lips to Eleven's, probably for the last time. "You deserve it."
Eleven smiled, putting his hands on the sides of Rory's face. He leaned in slowly and then started a kiss. Rory went ahead of Eleven this time, putting his tongue deep in the boy's throat. Rory placed shaky hands on Eleven's waist, rolling him on his back. His chest sat on top of Eleven's, feeling the heavy heartbeat of the boy. He moaned when he felt Eleven's hands grip onto his hair hard.
"Rory…" Eleven gasped, pulling away.
"Yeah?" Rory asked breathily. He was in desperate need of air.
"Let's do it." Eleven said frantically. "Let's make this night memorable."
Rory sat up, looking into Eleven's eyes for any sign of doubt or regret. "Are you sure?"
Eleven nodded, smiling hugely. "I'm positive."
Rory lowered himself back down, pressing a kiss below Eleven's ear. "If you want to stop, just tell me. Alright? I mean it."
Eleven rolled his eyes, "Yes, sir." His left hand snaked in Rory's hair again, gripping hard. He pulled Rory's head away from his neck, guiding it back to his face. He hungrily kissed Rory.
I almost didn't put this up… I hope you like it.