Title: I Can't Resist
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: R
Table: Beta 1, challenge_the
Prompt: 18, Seduction
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 straightened up with a gasp, his eyes widening as Peter's arms slid around him from behind, pulling him close. He'd been so absorbed in the readouts on the Tardis' console that he hadn't heard his lover come into the control room.

Peter nuzzled his cheek against the Time Lord's, those soft lips pressing against his skin. The Doctor closed his eyes, letting himself relax into Peter's arms, enjoying the feel of the other man's body pressed against his own.

It wasn't often that Peter was like this; he usually saved the seduction for when they were in their bedroom. But he was being rather insistent today, the Doctor thought, smiling to himself. He didn't mind; it was pleasant to have his mind turned in that direction.

Besides, it wasn't as though he had anything special to look at or do here in the control room, he told himself. They had nowhere in particular to go.

The sensation of his lover's slight razor stubble scratching against his cheek might have been mildly uncomfortable with any other man, but with Peter, it was .... somehow exciting, intoxicating. It was comfortable, familiar, undeniably Peter.

There were so many things about this man that were uniquely him, things that could never be tied to any other man. The particular cologne he wore, the feel of those warm lips on his bare skin, the soft words that Peter whispered in the throes of passion in that sort Scottish accent.

Even the words were uniquely Peter; there had been no other man in his life who would whisper words of love in his ear, croon them the way that Peter did. Even this man's hands on his body were unlike anyone else's touch that he'd ever felt.

What was it that he found so utterly seductive about this man? He couldn't say that it was any one particular thing; it was everything about him.

Since he'd first seen Peter in Las Vegas, he'd been utterly enraptured by this man -- even though Peter had slightly inebriated when they'd first met. It had only added to his charm; it had seemed sweet and a little sad at the time.

The sweetness had remained, the sadness vanishing as soon as they'd gone back to Peter's hotel room together. Neither of them had any reason to look back, to be nostalgic for a past they'd left behind. Their lives were with each other from that moment on.

And now .... this man was his, to love and to keep by his side for as long as Peter wanted to be there, the Doctor thought, turning his head so that Peter's lips could more easily find his mouth. He hoped this man would be with him for a long, long time to come.

Peter's hands slid down his sides, molding the Doctor's thin body against his own, turning the Time Lord to face him and pulling him close.

He surrendered himself to Peter's embrace, feeling safe and protected in his lover's arms in a way that he'd never felt with anyone else. What was it about Peter that he could wrap such a cloak of security around him, make him feel that nothing could get to him?

Maybe it was because he trusted Peter completely; he'd given this man his hearts and soul in a way that he'd never given himself to another person. Peter was the man who'd taken him out of himself, shown him that giving himself fully to someone wasn't going to get him hurt.

And more than that -- Peter was the most seductive man he'd ever met, without even trying to be. There was something about him that captivated the Doctor; he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but it was powerful, exhilarating .... exciting.

Being with Peter was the first time in his long life that he'd ever been able to be completely himself with another person -- and it was a freedom that he found utterly intoxicating.

He'd never allowed himself to be seduced in the control room of his ship before, as long as he'd been traveling on the Tardis, the Doctor thought to himself, a smile curving his lips. Maybe Peter would be the first to manage that.

Peter's soft lips were on his throat, slowly sliding downwards, sucking at his Adam's apple, then continuing its downward trek. The Doctor's breath caught in his throat; he had a good idea of where that mouth was heading, even though he was still fully clothed.

How long would it take Peter to remove his shirt, he wondered? The other man had proved himself to be very good at undressing him; he never knew just where Peter's hands would start to strip his clothes, and that in itself made the anticipation build to a fever pitch when they made love.

But this time, Peter wasn't starting to remove any clothing; his hands were sliding under the Doctor's shirt, up his sides, fingers stroking his skin as they moved along.

The Doctor gasped as those warm fingers moved up to his chest, finding his sensitive nipples, teasing and tweaking the tender buds. He leaned against Peter with a soft moan, resting his forehead against the other man's shoulder.

"If you keep doing that, you might just have me lying down on the floor and begging you to take me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You know I can't resist the way you touch me -- no matter where we are at the time or what we're doing."

"Don't rush things, love," Peter admonished him, his tone soft and throaty. "Not that I don't intend to follow through -- but that'll happen in the bedroom, not in here. I wouldn't want you to have the floor pattern imprinted on that gorgeous arse."

The Doctor had to keep back his laughter at Peter's words; somehow, this man could always find a way to make him smile, even in the midst of seducing him.

As though to illustrate his point, Peter's hands moved from his chest, down his body, over his hips, to slide over the curves of his ass and squeeze gently. The Doctor let out another moan, this one louder, his knees starting to feel watery.

He leaned more heavily against his lover, knowing that the time was fast approaching when Peter would have to carry him back to their bedroom. He might be able to actually walk there, but it would be rather uncomfortable with a raging hard-on.

The Time Lord could almost sense Peter's smirk, even though he wasn't looking into his lover's face. It was as if Peter could read his mind; the other man always seemed to know just what he was thinking, especially at times like this.

"You know, sometimes I think you're the telepath of the two of us," he murmured, lifting his head to gaze into Peter's eyes.

"I think you're the expert in that field, sweetheart," Peter whispered, his hands moving up to the Doctor's back. "Though I pride myself on knowing you well enough to at least be able to guess what you want -- and know what you need."

"You do indeed," the Doctor sighed, closing his eyes as Peter's mouth descended on his again and cut off the need for words. His own arms wrapped around his lover's neck, pulling him close and losing himself in the warmth of that kiss.

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