The morning s testimony was dull even by the most avid court watcher s standards. There were a lot of charts and graphs showing time lines and facts and figures. By the fourth, or was it the fifth? graph The Doctor removed his glasses with a barely stifled yawn.
This world s version of cicadas were humming and buzzing in the almost still air, adding to the general feeling of lassitude that was over taking him. The whisper of the insects reminded him of the crickets on Gallifrey, specifically the ones that offered the sound track to that first night .
Koschei had locked his legs around his hips, trapping him as he lay on top of the other boy. Not that he intended to try to escape, he mused, with the one part of his brain that was still capable of thought.
The kisses grew to open mouthed, tongues battling for dominance as they plundered each other s mouths. Koschei s hands clasped him close pulling him is so tightly it almost felt like he was trying to merge their two bodies into one.
Even as he licked and nibbled a Koschei s neck he knew that where those fingers were holding him would be purple with bruises later on. But he didn t care.
Koschei leaned back a bit, sticking two of his fingers into his mouth before resuming the mutual exploration. Theta was only vaguely aware that those now moist fingers had slipped inside his trousers until he felt a sharp pain as they pushed inside him.
This was completely unexpected, and he reared back, disengaging himself and sitting up he asked, what are you doing?
Koschei chose not to reply, at least not verbally. He smiled widely and gently laid Theta back down this time he was on top. Before Theta could get a moment to think, he slid down again putting a hand inside his trousers, but this time he slid a not quite warm hand around to the front, first grasping him then taking into his mouth .
None of the academic and almost clinical knowledge Theta had of sexual activity gave any indication on how wildly pleasurable it felt. He gasped as he felt himself being swallowed deep in Koschei's throat and then released to the cool night are, just to have these actions repeated over and over again.
This time when Koschei pushed the same two fingers into him the pain barely registered, he was too busy trying to catch his breath to do more than just hang on, gripping the cloth of Koschei's shirt in his ever tightening grip.
He felt a strange sensation at the base of his spine, like someone had replaced the fluid contained in it with something carbonated, and shook him up. Pressure was building up in his body, like a balloon being filled with helium and his hearts felt like they were about to burst out of his chest. Then, moments later, he shook as his very soul seemed to rush from him into Koschei's welcoming mouth.
He hardly noticed when he was finally let go, Koschei coming to rest pressed against him, a triumphant smile on his face, "lesson one, completed," he laughed as he nestled in close the still shaking Theta.
Suddenly he was overcome with fatigue, even though Koschei had apparently done all the work he felt like he had run a marathon.
"Sleep now," Koschei cooed softly, "I promise to wake you before the head count at the dorms," he snuggled up to Theta, placing his head on the boy's shoulder, "I want you plenty rested for tomorrow's session."
Even as he fell asleep he wondered what Koschei meant by that.
"I said order in the court!" a shrill voice pulled The Doctor out of his past, yanking him to the present with such a jolt he grabbed at the bench as if he were falling. Luckily the beings on either side of him didn't notice this, they were too busy eagerly watching the judge as he banged the gavel so hard it snapped in two.
Wondering what he had just missed The Doctor rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked out the window, hoping that a recess would be called soon.
