Title: Eye Candy
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 92, Sight
Author's Note: Continuation of Pleasure and Pain.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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Peter awakened slowly, blinking and turning his head on the pillow. His eyes opened wide when he saw the face of the person next to him, the events of the night before rushing back to play through his mind in technicolor. He couldn't quite believe last night had happened, but the man sleeping beside him was living proof that it had.

Turning onto his side, he contemplated the evening just past, and came to a solid conclusion.

He, Peter Carlisle, had made love to a man. And he, Peter Carlisle, had enjoyed it thoroughly. In fact, he would like to repeat the experience. Immediately, if not sooner.

Peter propped himself up on his elbow, reaching out to smooth back a lock of hair that had fallen across the Doctor's forehead. How was it that he'd gone through his entire life without ever guessing what it could be like to be with a man? He'd never even thought about the prospect in a serious light -- until he'd met the Doctor.

It was strange that they looked so much alike, but not off-putting. Maybe it was some weird kind of masturbation, but Peter didn't really care. He was drawn to the Doctor, in a way that he'd never been drawn to anyone else -- not even the woman who, until today, he'd thought he was in love with and couldn't live without.

Suddenly, it no longer seemed even slightly important that he find Natalie, or even see her again. She had become a phantom, a shadow, and the only person he could imagine having in his life was the Doctor.

With a shock, he realized that he could no longer even bring her face to mind.

Sighing, Peter rolled over onto his back again, looking up at the ceiling. There were all kinds of problems to think about before he could contemplate having a life with the Doctor. Problems that ranged from immediate to long-term. He really knew next to nothing about this man -- nothing other than the fact that they were incredibly attracted to each other.

Well, and the fact that they had amazing sex. Surely that had to count for something, didn't it? In his book, it counted for a lot.

The Doctor was obviously British -- he could deduce that from the accent. What was he doing here in Las Vegas? He'd never said; Peter couldn't actually remember asking. That wasn't important, not really. But there were other things that were important, things that the Doctor didn't seem to be too forthcoming about.

For starters, why wouldn't he tell Peter his real name? Just calling him "Doctor" seemed a bit -- well, impersonal. How in the devil could he have a relationship with someone whose proper name was still a msytery to him?

What did he do for a living? Was there someone else in the picture, someone he might be on the rebound from? Where did he live? Peter sighed, closing his eyes and crossing his arms behind his head. So many unanswered questions. Questions that he wanted -- no, needed -- answers to.

There was no guarantee that he would get those answers. The Doctor didn't seem like the sort of person who could be harried into giving those answers, or pouring out his life story. Maybe if Peter took him out and got him drunk .... but no. That would hardly be fair, and it wasn't something one did to a person they were interested in becoming involved with.

Maybe everything would seem clearer once he got more sleep. Yes, that was probably the best thing to do. After all, they were in a city that thrived on nightlife -- it wasn't as though they really needed to go out in the daytime.

He was awakened by a hand moving over his chest, a fingertip circling his nipples, then moving down his stomach, stroking over the sensitive skin of his belly. His eyes flew open when those long, cool fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock, not stroking, just .... holding him, as if the Doctor enjoyed the feel of Peter's cock in his hand.

Well. That was something Natalie had never wanted to do. Nor had any other woman he'd ever been with. Score another one for the pink team, he thought.

"I can tell you're awake," the Doctor murmured, bending over him, leaning down to press soft lips against Peter's mouth. Peter groaned and reached out for the other man, pulling the Doctor down on top of him. Their tongues danced around each other, the kiss becoming more heated and intense; it was several minutes before Peter pulled away slightly.

"And I can tell what you have on your mind," he teased, his eyes moving down to the Doctor's hand wrapped around his cock. "Not that I mind at all -- in fact, I think that would be a marvellous way to start the day."

"Actually, I wasn't thinking that at all," the Doctor said, shaking his head. "I was thinking ...." He let go of Peter's cock and sat up, swinging one long leg over Peter's stomach and settling himself on his lover's thighs. "-- this."

Peter's brows rose, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn't expected the Doctor to take the lead like this -- the other man definitely hadn't seemed like the type to be aggressive. But he was proving to have some hidden surprises, which Peter didn't mind at all. This was proving to be a very interesting morning indeed.

"Now that you obviously have the advantage," he drawled, smiling up at the Doctor, "just how do you intend to use it? I can think of several things you could do -- but I'll let you make the final decision on just where this is going."

Now it was the Doctor's turn to raise an eyebrow, reaching out to place a hand against Peter's chest. "Oh, I have a definite idea of where this is going. In fact, I know exactly what I'm doing." He leaned over towards the bedside table, reaching for the tube of lubricant that Peter had left sitting there the night before.

It was a good thing that the Doctor knew what he was doing, because Peter felt a bit lost. He was obviously thinking of something that required lube .... When the Doctor held out the tube to him, it dawned on him just what the other man was thinking of. He blushed, wondering why he hadn't realized the Doctor's intentions already.

Taking the lube from the other man, Peter flipped the cap open and squeezed some of the thick substance onto his fingers. He wasn't entirely sure just how he was supposed to proceed -- that is, not until the Doctor raised his hips a little, giving Peter more than enough room to reach between his legs.

The Doctor's head fell back when Peter's fingers stroked between his legs, then eased inside him. Peter could feel the other man's muscles tightening, his body tensing; his own heart was beating faster, his body responding not only to the visual stimuli of the Doctor above him, but the idea that what had happened between them last night was about to happen again.

His other hand was busy with his own cock, stroking himself to hardness and making sure he was using a generous amount of lube. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened last night, though he was sure that it wouldn't happen again.

Peter's breath caught in his throat as his eyes wandered over the Doctor's body; it was almost impossible to believe that such a beautiful man had chosen to be with him. Who cared about all the questions he had? Those could be answered later, at the Doctor's leisure. None of them seemed overly important at the moment.

He eased his fingers out of the Doctor, placing both hands on the other man's slender hips. He could feel the Doctor's muscles tighten, feel that dark gaze burning into his own. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out. They didn't need words; their bodies could speak for themselves without the benefit of speech.

The Doctor took a deep breath, raising himself up a bit. Peter held his breath, not knowing exactly what the other man was going to do -- until the Doctor lowered himself onto his hard cock, engulfing him in a tight heat that made him gasp aloud.

Peter couldn't keep himself from thrusting his hips upwards, making the Doctor gasp and then cry out his name. His head fell back again as he sank down onto Peter's cock, his long, elegant fingers grasping at the tumbled sheets. Peter kept his hands on the Doctor's slim hips, waiting for him to raise himself up again.

He had to grit his teeth to keep himself from thrusting into the Doctor; he didn't want to hurt the other man, or make a move that would startle him. When the Doctor lifted his hips again, he allowed himself to thrust slightly, almost groaning when he felt himself slide almost all the way out of that delectable heat.

The Doctor paused for a moment before he lowered himself again, his eyes meeting Peter's. In that moment, Peter lost any semblance of self-control that he might have had. He had to have the Doctor -- and he had to have him now. This instant.

His hands tightened on the Doctor's hips, pulling the other man down onto his cock at the same time that he thrust his own hips upward. Both men cried out at the same time, the Doctor's cry more of a scream. Peter kept his hands locked on the other man's hips, thrusting up again, burying himself as deeply as he could inside the Doctor's body.

When he finally released his hold, the Doctor lifted himself up again, though not as far as the first time. Peter couldn't keep from watching his cock slide out of the Doctor's body, then back into the other man again. It was mesmerizing -- and damned sexy, he realized with a shock. Watching was almost as good as feeling.

And the way the Doctor looked -- ah, there was something to take a mental snapshot of and never let himself forget. The expression on his face each time Peter's cock slid into him, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, the sight of his body taking Peter inside him .... that was something he never wanted to forget.

Peter knew that he was close to the edge -- his stomach muscles were tightening, the rush of sensation already threatening to spill over. He gasped as the Doctor's muscles tightened around him, drawing his orgasm out almost before he realized what was happening.

The Doctor's own orgasm followed only a few moments later, the other man falling forward and collapsing on Peter's chest. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling against each other, breath harsh in each other's ears. Peter lifted a hand to run it through the Doctor's damp hair, searching for something to say.

"You're so beautiful," he finally murmured, feeling that it was an inadequate thing to say, but unable to think of anything else -- not with the sight of the Doctor's body practically convulsing on top of him as he came imprinted on his brain.

"So are you," the Doctor whispered, raising his head to press a gentle kiss to one nipple. "I noticed that the first moment I saw you."

Peter couldn't keep from smiling, wanting to tease the Doctor a bit. "Oh, really? Even though I was horribly drunk and you probably thought that I was going to be a terrible liability on your evening?" He knew that the Doctor probably hadn't thought that, but still, a bit of teasing to lighten the mood was always a good thing.

"You weren't that drunk," the Doctor protested, shifting his position so that Peter's softening cock slipped out of him. He rolled off of the other man, sitting up and stretching. "I think it's time we got up, don't you?" He pointed at the clock, then turned to look at Peter. "It's nearly two in the afternoon."

"Is it?" Peter's eyes widened; he'd completely lost track of time. Not that he'd really needed to know what time it was, he told himself with an inward smirk. He'd been spending the day in bed with a gorgeous man; that was all he needed to know.

"Yes, it is. Don't be a lazy git," the Doctor scolded him, getting up and heading for the bathroom. When he reached the door, he turned to look at Peter, a devilish little gin on his lips. "You know, it could get awfully lonely in here. Wouldn't you like to join me?"

Peter sat up, the smirk that he'd been trying to keep to himself spreading over his face. "I thought you'd never ask," he drawled, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, wrapping one arm around the Doctor's waist and closing the door firmly behind them. Yet another new experience to try out -- and he was sure that he'd enjoy this one just as much as the last.

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