- PART 1 -
It was the third time she made it to the room. It never left her unimpressed. Its chipped-grey walls were lined with shelves of dusty books andphotographs and electric bits and bobs. There were rickety wooden chairs and splintery tables, all occupied by sculptures and musical instruments –remnants of all over the universe, she imagined – but her gaze had shifted almost immediately to the white, laptop-computer only slightly covered in a yellowed newspaper which name she didn't recognize and two of her favorite Van Goghs.
And that's basically how it started.
She had set towards the computer, retrieving it from its nook. She supposed it wasn't too odd that out of all things of time and space, something asmodern as it (in her respect, at least) would make its way in this obviously tucked away part of the TARDIS. She cleared a spot around the computer,pushing dust and junk aside, and settled down on the small foot rest she had seen and dragged from underneath the table. It was uncomfortable,but her eyes were focused on the bright of the screen when she pressed the button she knew as "on".
Eyes searching the window, she clicked on a small icon she recognized, Microsoft Word, it read in tiny print, only to reveal a blank sheet for confidence and interest, she set to type, thanking her high school computer course for parts of word processing she had started toremember. With her fingers on home keys and her teeth clamp on her lower lip, she typed the words: I am Amy Pond.
She had given a great laugh and clapped, feeling accomplished. She rose an eyebrow, gave her head a cock to the right and back, and started again.
Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, I met a young boy by the name of Rory Williams from Ledworth. The boy gave himself easily to me,specifically giving into my request for him dress as my imaginary friend, and made promises of a lavish wedding with an thousand-layer cake withdaisies drawn upon it, just before we were 11 and little after I told him I couldn't hold his hand for fear I'd die of cooties. I had given in to him, too,eventually, when the quiet lad turned into a handsome man-nurse (hilarious at that) vowing his undying love and swearing I wouldn't die of thecooties. I laughed when he remembered that, then said yes when he re-announced his 10 year old promise, and he as been my hot, lover boy with anice bum & insatiable eyes ever since. This all, of course, void of any more dress-up as The Raggedy Doctor.
I suppose it'd be a happily ever after had the doctor not enter our lives…again.
Amy gave a loud 'hah' and a wide grin at that bit.
Speaking of the Doctor…he's not half bad! If he lost the bow tie, that is, we'd might just work something out!
Her grin stretched more broad. "Earlier," her mind advancing, fingers gaining speed, "they were yelling at each other. Really, Rory was talking loudly- and quite rudely if I might add - at the Doctor while the Doctor fidgeted, not quite understanding why Rory was yelling and staring so intently. Ionly gave Rory a snort and an eye roll when he claimed me his. I love the boy, but honestly? Always for the dramatics, that one! Fighting a battle withno opposing side! I wish he would listen when the Docotor says to stop competing. I admit it was probably my fault for having kissed the Doctor, butcan Rory truly blame me? Given more thought, I'd think he wouldn't of. The scene, it was sort of…intense. The way Rory was towering over theDoctor was a bit like my first impression of Liz 10's grandiose, or the "down, boy" attitude River saved specifically for the Doctor. The boys were veryclose in body, and even closer in face. When Rory asked for an understanding, a small bit of saliva came from his mouth and I'm certain the Doctor'seyes dropped to his lips at the instant. I never knew I'd enjoy the thought of Rory kissing another bloke until I saw how close it was becoming areality. If only one of them would've taken the initiative! Hah! I had the right mind to push them into it, yelling, "go ooon, then!"
She had given a quick laugh at the memory, and then it happened real fast, struck by her own perverseness, images flashing hastily through hermind. "Oh my…"
With her eyes wide ("…that would be something."), and a devious lick of the lips, heat spread through her body and she let her fingers accountexactly how the next scene would have gone.
Rory would had then push the time lord in the control panels, angered, she wrote, crashing his mouth into the Doctor's - the Doctor resisting atfirst, then giving in & responding with his usual enthusiasm. She had detailed how the boys, her boys, would of moaned, grinding bodies, their lipssurveying each others mouths, necks, ears, and how their hands would progress by grasping clothes and ripping them open; massaging acrossstomachs and down, taking hold of the hard flesh there.
She went on this way and didn't stop until their written hairs were disheveled and lips redden; their clothes drenched in sweat and semen, and thetyped doctor and typed Rory lay partly atop each other, thoroughly embarrassed and confused but oddly content on the floor. She had wrote thattwo weeks ago (though it was hard to tell with the whole time travel thing), and left the room utterly bothered, prodding the body that lied next toher that night with a finger and a soft, "Rory." To deny it was a wild night would have been a disservice and lie, as she later fell asleep after one ofthe most intense orgasms in her life, feeling guilty that she wasn't completely focused on what Rory was doing (god, the violent finger and ferventnipple sucking), but what Rory could have done to The Doctor.
She woke up later to the Doctor, slack-jawed in the door's frame, his speech stuck for once, even if for the slightest of seconds.
"Amy - Rory! I though we'd stop by – ah, naked. You two are naked in bed! I am clothed and in here with you two, your room, naked in bed. I amclothed and imposing on sex! Or by the look of your half-lidded eyes, and him," he pointed vaguely left, "roughly finished or just finished sex!Wonderful! Looks like that was fun! I will be going now. I'll see you two down to in the control room, eh? Enjoy your nakedness, Ponds. Right."
He left Amy in confusion as she ignored most of what he was saying. All of her attention was centered on how throughout the brown haired alien'stoo-wordy intrusion, his eyes kept finding their way to the exposed backside of the heavily sleeping man to her left. Needless to say, inspirationstruck and she found herself opening the same green door and the same white computer after eating jam on toast, kissing Rory on the cheek,sending a wink at the Doctor, and excusing herself with "I'm going exploring! You boys play good…or however you want it."
If they were gaping after her in suspicion, and they were, Amy hadn't seen.
That time she imagined the large pool, or that they had actually found it. She wrote about how her boys would start off innocently playing waterpolo, being good sports, teasing each other but their expletives lacking conviction. Then splashes would ensue, she wrote. Wrestling. Soft tugging athairs. Loud laughing until ending sighs rope with the already tangle of limbs - while eyes searched eyes - and the breathing systems that werestarting to fail.
She continued with an exhale.
...their faces inched forward, and hot breaths fanned across cheeks. They had straightened themselves out and were floating near a pool wall, theDoctors hand took ahold of the tile, confining Rory to the space between his arms.
"What are we doing, Doctor?" came Rory's shaky voice, his eyes closed. It was after though, as the Doctor took his tongue and lapped Rory's upperlip, hand reaching from the water to cup the other's jaw, that he received a response.
"Why does everyone expect me to know everything? I know a lot, but everything, I don't know. But despite that, despite the fact that you are hereand I am, and we are doing this - a part of the everything I don't know - here's what I do." He kissed the other on the neck.
"I have a feeling Amy would not particularly care that we are in the position we are in. Particularly not caring about the particular position you are in.I understand your concern completely, Rory Williams."
He said it with much confidence as his lips caught onto a pink nipple, and only looked up to finish his thoughts and to see the pleasure in Rory,conveyed by his teeth that were knifed his lips and his eyes that were scrunched closed.
"You might find she enjoys the thought of us. I may not know absolutely everything, Rory, but I'm certain that the girl that doesn't make sense,made sense of how right this is, and is now watching, transfixed - don't look - from the green door that is directly above us. I know that you thinkshe'd mind, but I'd say she doesn't mind one bit.'
With out moving his head, Rory did look and it left his eyes brows creased in confusion, but if he was hard before it wasn't anything compared tojust then. That, or it was because the Doctor had gotten closer, pulling his body to the curve of Rory's.
:So, what are we doing, nurse-boy?" He asked, but knew it wasn't really questionable given the bucking of Rory's hips against his. Rory could onlygroan.
"Stay here with me?" the Doctor said, a little shyer now, "You feel so right, pressed against me here."
As he eyed the other directly, and slowly started a pattern of up-up-down movements with their bodies, the Doctor whispered softly, "I swear, Ipromise my mouth to be adventurous..." He gently bit Rory's bottom lip. "My hands to merciless...' He licked the indentations left. "Let me tasteyou."
His confidence was regained with a shaky, but assuring nod in response. Rory's head fell back, gasped at the small kisses the Doctor gave from hisneck to his lips, ignoring his previous reluctance and embracing the single finger that trailed down his torso. The rest of the surprisingly smoothfingers followed suit, and tugged at Rory's swimming shorts, falling to slop around the bottom of his shaft, and brought themselves back slowly,slowly, slowly…
"Whoa now, Amy!" She was getting herself worked up all over again. It was settled then - she had promised herself she'd find Rory and shove him inthe nearest doctor-free room when she was done writing. "I am completely on to something!" She half yelled, as if her wet knickers weren't anythingto go by. Flinging auburn hair out of her eyes, and behind her, she set her finger to keyboard yet again.
Rory was in a state.
His eyes were heavy and his heart was pounding. All he wanted was to get closer, to get more friction, to get off more faster, but the Doctor wasn'thaving it. The Doctor stopped and stared at him straight in the eye, then smirked when Rory groaned, his frustration seeping through clenchedteeth.
"Get up," the Doctor demanded. "Sit on the ledge, here."
Rory used all his might - a lot considering the amount of adrenaline that pumped through his veins, and did what the Doctor told him, shucking offhis shorts and not noticing them floating away. He felt cold at the loss of the Doctors radiating body heat, and was just about to shout indignities, ashe felt the chill of the tile against his ass. Before he had a chance to start, however, the whole of the doctors tongue was on the whole of theunderside of his cock, helping the heat return, but not helping his respiratory system function as it's suppose to.
The rough tongue licked up excruciatingly slow, while slender fingers coiled themselves around the base of his dick, giving tentative tugs and in short 'ah-hah-hoo-fucking-hells', Rory couldn't take the wait, and fisted the Doctors hair, and gave a rough yank and an 'OI!' to gainthe Doctor's attention.
The gaze was infuriating, Rory had thought, and for a tremendously tiny second, he wanted to shove the Doctor off him. That is, he would have, buta warm mouth had closed around him again, and it was chuckling. He continued to stare in a mix of shock, appreciation and skepticism at theDoctor, his eyelids fluttering with the motion of lips that were expanding, wet around him. Then his eyes shot open, and suddenly, it was all toomuch too bear. At the pit of his stomach, his insides twisted, and his cheeks tinged red as a shiver made it's way through just about - Rory wassure - every fraction of his body. The Doctor felt Rory's need increasing, desperate with each thrust in his mouth, and he wanted nothing more toabide the need, give it more than it wanted, but he couldn't deny his was unsettling, and distracting himself from doing so.
Rory seemed to notice as well, and in a fit of unexpected willpower, he manage to take a breath and push the Doctor off.
The Doctor raised a brow, but Rory didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled his legs from the water, propping himself up on his hands, feet erect infront of the Doctors arms that crossed themselves atop the blue-green tile. When he spread his legs just slightly, he looked into the other's eyes,silently telling him to join. The Doctor sprung from the water and crawled, propped up on all fours, and brought his hands at the side of Rory'sthighs, while his knees spread Rory's leg further.
They exchange devilish looks, tempting and teasing, but it was Rory first who grabbed the Doctor's neck and forced him into a sloppy kiss. Then is was Rory again, who broke it, panting and placing his hands on the others shoulders.
The Doctor's swimming shorts were heavy, and falling low, he noticed, so Rory sat up, reached, and when they were neck to neck, pulled them , the Doctor finished disposing of them, and looked to Rory for further instructions. It may have seemed as far as Rory had plan, so the Doctor took initiative.
As fast as he could, he got as close as he could, and wrapped his legs around Rory's body, so there were chest to chest and hard cock againstequally hard and needy cock. Without thinking The Doctor began to move, sliding with the slick that was covering them both, and nailing in Rory's back when the building pleasure became unbearable. Rory was livid, and mouthed any part of the Doctor his lips could reach, and at angles his neckwas willing to bend.
In one instance, Rory felt for the Doctor's length, caught a hold of it in an up thrust, and trapped it. The Doctor, whimpered at the lost of movementand tried to thrust again, begging, "come on Rory, Rory, Rory, no Rory, no, let's have Rory' into the spots he kissed from the others man's lips to hisjaw.
Rory kissed him again, and entwined his hand with the Doctor's. With their lengths erected against each other, and the pressure of both their eagerhands, Rory shot out roughly and rudly, "move." The Doctor complied, but it was a race of the ages, a war of raw power, as either one was movingtoo slow, or the other too fast, or the other too left or the other too down. But whatever it was, it was satisfactory, or more, given the way Rorywheezed, 'Yes, Doctor, Yes! Let's have it Doctor. Come on Doctor!," while the Doctor himself choked out a few needy 'mores' in between breathy "OhRory" and 'You're brilliant!' Their hands eventually found a pattern, though, and moved fast - rushing, coarse and determined on hearing more another, determined on getting more from one another and when the Doctor came with a loud and final "RORY", the Ledworth lad came after him with strangled "yes-yes-yeses."