Chapter 3: My Rory
As they finally arrived at the small bungalow, Rory quickly opened the door, fumbling a bit with the keys in his rush.
He could feel the looming presence of the Doctor behind him, and he felt giddy. Of course this was the Doctor. How could he ever have doubted it? After all, the Doctor had said there were more important things for Rory to do back home, and the Doctor never failed him.
As he walked into the house, the Doctor close behind him, he suddenly remembered that he didn't actually have any fish fingers and custard. After having been left behind for weeks, he had finally cracked one day and thrown out the ones that Amy always kept just in case. But then again, the Doctor didn't actually want any, did he? No, he had to know that it was a test. A way for Rory to know that he was Amy's Doctor, that he wasn't just any Timelord, any 'Doctor' passing by.
As he walked in to the living room, Rory absentmindedly dropped his keys on the sofa table, looking around the room with a small sigh for the small reminders of Amy that he couldn't bring himself to put away, despite how much pain it brought him to look at them.
Rory gave a fright as he suddenly felt hands settle on his hips, and a soft voice by his ear.
"You alright Rory?" The Doctor once again rolled the r's in a way that reminded Rory slightly of Amy and he gave a sad smile, and unknowingly settled against the warm body behind him.
"'m find, just Amy."
"Amy?" if possible, Rory could have sworn that the Doctor moved even closer, fingers rubbing soothingly against his hipbones in a way that made Rory relax and feel slightly weak in the knees.
"Yeah, she left me," he paused "it's been some time now, though."
He was uncertain when in time this the Doctor was suppose to be, after all, this wasn't a face recognized, and he was unsure how the Doctor actually changed, was this permanent? Rory silently hoped so, he liked this Doctor, even if he did need to learn something about personal space.
"Ah." He could have sworn the Doctor's hands were slowly moving to the front of his trousers, "but you'll be okay, right?"
"Yeah, of course, I'm fine.
"Good," the Doctor's hand was most certainly moving to the front of his trousers, for they had quickly settled there now, pulling slightly at his buttons as if to open them.
"Uhm Doctor?" his voice was slightly cracked with the panic creeping up in his chest. "Are you alright?"
"I'm brilliant, Rory"
Rory gave a slight yelp had the Doctor's teeth grazed his neck then settled on his earlobe, worrying it. However, he was quickly distracted again as the Doctor had finally gotten open his trousers and had now slid his hand inside, cupping Rory through his pants.
Rory felt his mind go totally blank as the Doctor rubbed him, his blood moving quickly down at the ministrations.
"D-Doctor!" he exclaimed, finally gathering his wits, "w-wait a minute, what are you-"
The Doctor silenced him with a hard kiss, running his long fingers through Rory's hair and it felt oh so good and Rory honestly needed this, because Amy was gone with the Doctor while he was all alone, and he was so lonely and it was so bad, but god, it felt oh so good. And really, Amy would forgive him if he slept with the Doctor, for she had forgiven him that night they'd accidently seen the Doctor naked and he had fucked her harder than ever before.
So when the Doctor lowered him to the couch, Rory didn't stop him. And when the Doctor pulled down Rory's trousers and pants, Rory didn't protest. And finally, when the Doctor freed himself and kissed Rory oh so deeply, Rory simply moaned and kissed him back. Because Amy would forgive him. She would understand that Rory needed this, and she would encourage him to do it.
So Rory let the Doctor stretch him, he let him fill him and let him push so deep inside that Rory felt like he would split in two.
He let the Doctor rut against him, making Rory see stars every time he brushed against the spot inside of him that Rory had shown him on his 20th birthday, and Rory in return racked his nails down the Doctor's back, bit into the shoulder above him and in the end covered both of their bodies as the Doctor filled his.
"Oh Rory," The Doctor whispered as the curled up on the couch afterwards, petting the nurse's sandy brown hair as he stared at the ceiling above them. "I'm going to show you the universe, and it's going to be brilliant."