Title: Feels Like Home
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: "If you were" challenge, 5_prompts
Prompt: If you were a house I would live in you all my days
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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The Doctor moaned softly as Peter thrust into him, lifting his hips to meet the other man's movement. It got better and better between the two of them every time they made love, he thought dazedly, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure take him over.

The sensations grew stronger with each movement of Peter's hips; he knew that he would be on the verge of climax within seconds, but he wanted to hold back as long as he could, to prolong this for both of them. And judging from the look on Peter's face, he wanted the same thing.

One more thrust; then another, and another. The Doctor cried out Peter's name, his thighs tightening against the other man's sides, his arms drawing Peter down to him for a lingering kiss. Both of them were panting, their bodies straining, reaching for completion.

When his orgasm swept over him, the Doctor almost gasped in surprise; it happened suddenly, the crest of a wave breaking before he was ready for it. His body went rigid in Peter's arms, the pleasure washing over his senses like a shower of sparks from a bursting skyrocket.

He could feel his lover's release, the warm rush inside him, the spasming of Peter's body on top of his own. He wrapped his arms more tightly around the other man's shoulders, closing his eyes, letting their bodies relax into the afterglow.

He was wrapped around Peter, his legs around his lover's waist, his arms holding the other man close. He never wanted to let go; he wanted to be Peter's home, his refuge, the place that his lover always came to whenever he needed to sate his desires.

There was no question of that, was there? He would always be the man Peter loved; no one else would ever come between the two of them. He didn't doubt his boyfriend's love for him, or their commitment to each other. And he knew that Peter would always be faithful.

It wasn't in his lover to be otherwise. Peter was nothing like Jack; he didn't care much for what Jack had seemed to find so thrilling about being with different people, the physical novelty of making love to someone new. Peter was happy with him.

They were both right where they wanted to be. The Doctor had no doubt that as long as Peter lived, they would be together, traveling amongst the stars, marveling at all that time and space had to offer them. He would share his life with this man for as long as he possibly could.

Slowly, Peter eased out of him, turning over onto his side and drawing the Doctor into his arms. The Time Lord snuggled against his lover, a smile on his face, his arms still wrapped around Peter's neck. He was reluctant to release the other man from his embrace just yet.

"It gets better every time, doesn't it?" he whispered, closing his eyes and reveling in the sensation of being next to the man he loved. There really wasn't anything to say about how good they were together; they both knew that they satisfied each other completely.

"Yes, it does," Peter answer, his voice husky and a little hoarse. "You're my home, Doctor. I've never felt as connected with anyone as I do with you. Even when I was in my most intimate moments with anyone else, they were never as close to me as you are."

"I'm glad they weren't," the Doctor murmured, tightening his arms around his lover's neck. "I know that you had other lovers before me, of course, but I can't help feeling a little jealous of them. Though I'm sure you feel the same way about my past, too."

Peter nodded, looking sober and serious. "Yes, I do. But we can't expect each other not to have had a past, Doctor. We're both adults -- and you're over nine hundred years old. Of course you'd have had other lovers. And been in love a few times, too."

"I know that you've been in love before -- or thought that you were," the Doctor told him, raising a hand to stroke Peter's cheek. "But you've found your home with me, love. You don't ever have to wander again -- or to wonder whether or not what you have in you life is really love."

"Doctor, if you were a house, I'd live inside you all the days of the rest of my life," Peter said with a soft laugh. "I knew from the first moment I looked into your eyes that I'd found my home. And I knew that I never wanted to be anywhere else."

"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to stay inside me all that time!" the Doctor said, laughing softly and shaking his head. "I'd be awfully sore, wouldn't I?" He was joking, of course, but he wanted to lighten their mood, to be playful and loving.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, so that might be out of the question," Peter agreed, laughing along with him. "But I do mean that in some ways, Doctor. You're my home. You're where I belong, more so than I ever have with anyone else."

"And you're where I belong as well, my love," the Doctor murmured, his hearts feeling as though they were swelling with love for this man. Peter somehow always knew the right things to say to make him feel loved and wanted, words that never failed to touch his hearts.

What was it about this man that drew him like a moth to a flame? There had been something about Peter from the very beginning that had caught his eye; it wasn't just the other man's good looks, but some aura about him that had seemed to reach out for the Time Lord.

Theirs had been a meeting of hearts and minds, right from the start, the Doctor thought dreamily. Well, Peter had been a little drunk at first -- but that had quickly dissipated, and that first night they had spent together, while not perfect, had been the start of something beautiful.

Now, he wouldn't change their life together in any way. They might not have an easy time of it as Peter aged and he didn't, but they would find a way around that. As long as they were together, inevitabilities like aging didn't seem very important to him.

Their lives were never going to be perfect, but they would always be blissful, the Doctor thought with a smile. He and Peter belonged together; all he had to do was look at this man, whether they were in the Tardis or on a crowded city street, and know that he was loved.

"What are you thinking of?" Peter asked softly, his dark gaze fixed on the Doctor's face. "You looked so serious for a few moments, and then you smiled. And I think that I felt my heart turn over in my chest when you did. I never get tired of seeing your smile, sweetheart."

"I love your smile," the Doctor told him, raising a hand to trace the outline of Peter's upper lip with a gentle fingertip. "And I love being with you. You feel like home, Peter. A home that I never want to leave, or to be away from. I want to spend my life living in you."

Peter's lips met his, taking away the need for any more words. As his lover pulled him close, the Doctor's last coherent thought was that if Peter was his home, then he could stop calling himself a traveler -- because he would never leave this home to go anywhere else in the universe.

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