Ch 1

Rose was exhausted.

She had been used to The Doctor's cycle of attention to her. As a Time Lord he wasn't driven to procreate in the manner of humans, so any sexual activity was purely recreational. Most of the time he could take it or leave it, but when they did have encounters they were epic, very tender and if she had to sum it up in one word, sweet.

But his half-human, half-Time Lord or "meta-crisis" incarnation was a completely different matter.

Once he got over the shock of his creation and started to become his own man, John, as he called himself, also discovered his sexuality. Which, she was thrilled to find out, at first was focused solely on her.

He was very attentive to her wants and needs, like his creator, but his drive was set to a much higher level. And unlike The Doctor, he seemed to be ready and willing just about any time.

The problem was it seemed like once The Doctor got wind of this, it started a contest between the two skinny boys in suits. Each trying to win some imaginary title of best lover or who could make Rose scream the loudest or some other sort of silly male fantasy.

At the beginning of this, Rose had found their attentions flattering and she didn't mind the nights of no sleep happy to greet the dawn of wherever the TARDIS had taken them, into the arms of the two men she loved the most.

But now instead of going to sleep in her solitary bed wishing for company, the idea of having a night to herself sounded like heaven.

Then came the evening she was so exhausted she barely stayed awake through dinner and as she approached her bedroom she wished she had a lock on the door that would allow her to keep them out, even if for just one night.

She was still surprised, however, that when she got to her room she found a very secure looking deadbolt had been installed. With a tired smile she patted the wall, "thank you," she whispered to the TARDIS as she threw the lock home.

"What do you mean she locked us out?" The Doctor asked as John tried the door again.

"Try it for yourself," John stepped aside.

The Doctor gave the knob a twist then pulled on the door as if it would just yield to his efforts. Pulling out his sonic he tried the lock, "it's dead lock sealed!" he growled.

"Told ya," John snorted.

The Doctor wanted to howl with frustration. Ever since his near-clone had come on board he had felt like a hormonal teenager, in an almost constant state of arousal and now to be locked out from the object of his desire felt like a physical blow as well as one to his ego.

John, by contrast, seemed to be taking this development in stride. He watched, in amusement as The Doctor ran through every setting he could think of on the sonic screwdriver and then aimed the device at the door itself.

"It doesn't do wood, remember?" John laughed.

The Doctor shifted uncomfortably as he tried to calm himself down. The quirk in Time Lord biology that once arousal was reached that until a release was achieved there would be no relief was now causing him some pain.

John didn't seem to be as affected and with a sigh pushed off against the wall and turned to leave, "well, see ya in the morning."

He stopped when he realised he wasn't being followed. He was about to ask if The Doctor planned to stay out in the hallway outside of Rose's door all night when he finally noticed the Time Lord's discomfort.

"Oh, my," he smiled, "that's a bit unfortunate," he pointed to the firm bulge on display.

"Guess you'll have to take matters into your own hand," he advised, then he grimaced, "damn, that's right, it doesn't quite work like that for you."

The Doctor nodded, colouring slightly. Because of the impressive mind he was blessed with, the pleasure centre in his brain could not override the logical part of it and allow self-relief to work. He would be literally be unable to bring himself to climax.

John frowned, his whole world was Rose, and he didn't fancy The Doctor in that way. But he also knew from his inherited memories that he couldn't leave him in that condition knowing how painful and possibly physically damaging it could be.

Time Lords have a very broad definition of sexuality when they bother to have any at all. And John being half of one, wasn't against the idea of making love to another man, he just hadn't considered it in the brief time he had been in existence. He was surprised, therefore, that the idea of making out with his creator was awakening feelings in him that he wasn't aware he even had.

With a mental, 'what the hell' shrug he made he decided to go for it. Figuring that if it all turned out to be too much he could offer some heavy petting and a hand job at the very least.

"Come on," he held out his hand, "we'll think of something."