Alright, I have to say that I will ship Amy and Rory until the day I die. They are otp and that is all. But I thought it would be fun to change things up so don't hate me.
Rory walked down one of the TARDIS's many hallways, looking for his room.
"Damn this thing," he spluttered as he looked at the ceiling in exasperation. I swear my room moves around.
He rounded a corner and opened what he thought was his bedroom door but instead found himself in the pool room. He took a quick look down the corridor and then entered the room. He had never been in the TARDIS pool room before. The Doctor had mentioned something about having a pool onboard that was filled with a special liquid from a planet with no proper name. The liquid looked and felt and tasted just like water, but you could breathe it just like air.
I wonder how big the TARDIS actually is? Rory thought as he tested the temperature of the pool. He put his bare feet in the liquid and took in the size of the pool. It was bigger than any pool he had ever been in before. Waterfalls crashed into it on the opposite side, pouring out of the wall. The room itself was massive with a ceiling that was probably thirty feet high. Ornate blue and silver tiles shined on the walls. How the hell can he fit all of this inside a tiny blue box?
Rory's thoughts drifted back to the Doctor as he pulled his shirt off. He looked around to make sure he was alone. Oh what the hell, he thought, and he dropped his trousers and slipped off his briefs. He walked down the steps into the pool, which seemed to adjust to his body temperature. He plunged his head under the water and swam forward. Hesitating for a moment he drew in a short breath. It was an odd sensation; he could feel the liquid enter his body but it didn't choke him. He simply expelled it by breathing out like normal. A smile flashed across his face and returned to the surface. He could explore later, right now he needed to take care of some business.
He swam to the side of the pool and climbed out, laying down at the edge. His lithe body glistened with drops of the mysterious liquid. He slid his hand down from his hair-dusted chest, across his stomach, and grabbed his uncut cock. He closed his eyes and moaned; it had been a while since he had touched himself. His seven inch cock quickly became erect as he fondled his balls. He began pumping his manhood slow and steady.
Jerking off always made Rory feel very manly. He always felt like the Doctor, and even Amy, looked at him like he wasn't a man but a little boy. But when he was wanking his dick and writhing around on the floor, he felt like Hercules incarnate.
He let out an audible gasp as he increased the speed of this hand. He used his right hand to jerk his cock and let his left hand roam his body. He had been working out secretly, whenever he found the time, probably because of his subconscious urge to prove to Amy and the Doctor that he was a mans man. He felt the definition in his torso, sliding his hands over the ridges of his abdomen and up to his chest. He touched his nipples, twisting and rubbing them, then he slid his hand over the small patch of hair between what he hoped would become pecs one day. Chest hair never really turned Rory on unless it was his own. Amy hated it, so he let it grow as a small act of defiance. That hair symbolized his manliness.
He felt himself getting close and he tried to think of Amy. Tried. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the Doctor from his mind. That perfect smile and perfect hair. Apples, he thought, I bet his hair smells like fresh green apples. He couldn't get the thoughts out of his head. He wanted the Doctor. He wanted to feel the warmth of his naked body. He wanted to kiss the Doctor deeply and he wanted the Doctor to kiss him back.
Rory's arched his back as he jerked his cock. He was using his hips now, fucking his hand rapidly. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his breathing became erratic. He let out a cry of ecstasy as, with one last jerk, he came. Load after load of thick, white jizz spurted out, covering his chest and abdomen. And it was in that moment, that moment of sheer euphoria, that he knew for sure. Rory was in love with the Doctor. He always had been from the very start, but now he knew for sure.
He relaxed his body on the tile floor as he came down from his orgasmic high. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He waited another minute and then slipped back into the pool.
What the hell am I going to do? he thought as he swam to the bottom of the pool. The water was about twenty feet deep now but there was not change in pressure. He laid down on the floor of the pool and looked up. Everything was strangely blurred; he could see strange patterns of light that seemed to move as the water settled down.
I can't tell Amy, she'll be heartbroken. Then again she might get just get mad that there would be competition for the Doctor.
If he hadn't been underwater, a tear would have slipped down Rory's face. He took a deep breath, which was still an odd sensation, and swam back to the surface.
The Doctor walked into the TARDIS dripping wet and holding a large purple mushroom in one hand.
"Rory, Amy's gone off shopping; I brought you a mushroom if you..." he stopped talking as one of the screens on the console switched on. The mushroom fell to the floor as the Doctor looked wide eyed at the screen. "You naughty thing," he said, glancing momentarily at the ceiling of the TARDIS as if it were a person.
On the screen, Rory was emerging from the swimming pool, dripping wet and looking like a proper Roman sculpture. The Doctor couldn't take his eyes off of him. "Rory the Roman indeed," he whispered as he slipped a hand into his pants.
What do you think? Let me know if you think I should do a steamy man on timelord scene. ;)