Title: The Right Ingredients
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: lover100
Prompt: 3, Writer's Choice -- Whipped Cream
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
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 his human clone. Please do not sue.

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Jamie propped himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow as the Doctor came into the room with a smile on his face. The Time Lord was holding a container of whipped cream, and Jamie could imagine all sort of scenarios that it could be used for.

"Do you have plans for that?" he asked, sweeping a hand towards the Doctor to indicate the whipped cream. He lay back against the pillows as the other man approached the bed, stretching his lean body out and folding his arms behind his head.

"Oh, I do indeed!" the Doctor told him, those dark eyes sparkling as he sat down on the bed next to Jamie, depositing the container on the table by the bed. "And you're in the perfect position for me to put those plans into action," he murmured, leaning over to kiss the other man.

"I'm more than ready for you to do that," Jamie told him, murmuring against the softness of his lover's lips. "And more than willing, too," he added, winding his thin arms around the Doctor's neck and drawing the other man down for another kiss.

The Doctor disentangled himself from the heated kiss after a few moments, reaching for the container of whipped cream by the side of the bed. Jamie watched him, smiling, wondering just what the Time Lord might have in mind. Whatever it was, he was ready for it.

"Wait a minute," the Doctor told him, setting the container down and opening the drawer of the bedside table. "I have an idea -- if you don't mind me doing this to you again," he murmured, pulling one of his ties out of the drawer and holding it up.

Jamie nodded, feeling as though his stomach was turning a somersault. He was still a little wary of being bound when the Doctor made love to him, but he'd enjoyed it the last time -- and he needed to get past the fear that still lingered within him.

This was the Doctor, he thought as the other man secured his thin wrists above his head, tying them firmly to the railing at the top of the bed. The Doctor would never do anything to hurt him; if he told this man to stop, then he would. Jamie was in no doubt of that.

And it was exciting to be made love to while he was bound and helpless -- as long as it was the Doctor doing it. He would trust the Time Lord with this, but no one else. Not that anyone else would ever have the chance, Jamie told himself. He'd never allow it.

The Doctor was picking up the container of whipped cream now, kneeling between Jamie's spread thighs with a slightly wicked smile curving his lips. Jamie's single heart was pounding in his chest; where on his body would the Doctor choose to spread that chilled smoothness?

He wasn't surprised when he felt the coolness of the whipped cream on his nipples; he'd thought that the Doctor would spread it on his chest, and then move downwards with the creamy confection -- and when he felt the other man's fingers between his legs, he knew that he'd been right.

Jamie's breath caught in his throat as the Doctor's fingers smoothed whipped cream over his cock and balls; he spread his legs further to give the Time Lord better access, a shiver going down his spine in anticipation of what his lover was going to do to him.

He had no doubt of what would follow; he was simply waiting for the warmth of the Time Lord's mouth to touch his skin. This wasn't the first time that the two of them had engaged in play like this, but it was the first time that the Doctor had introduced whipped cream into the equation.

His slender body arched upwards as the Doctor's warm tongue swirled around first one small nipple, then the other; he'd known this was coming, and his single heart beat faster in his chest with the anticipation of where his lover's mouth would be going next.

The Doctor's tongue moved down Jamie's body, drawing a soft moan from the man beneath him. Jamie tugged at the tie that bound his wrists, not really trying to free himself, but feeling the he needed to touch the Doctor, to run his fingers through the softness of his hair.

That warm tongue swirled around his navel, licking away the trail of whipped cream that went down his body, then moved lower still. Jamie's breath hitched in his throat, his hips bucking up, though the Doctor held the lower part of his body down with gentle hands.

It could only be a few seconds now before the Time Lord's mouth reached its destination .... A soft gasp was torn from Jamie's throat as that warm tongue lapped at the tender tip of his cock, licking delicately at the sweetness of the whipped cream.

He moaned aloud, tugging at his bonds again; never had he felt such a need to touch the Doctor while the two of them were making love. It was frustrating not to be able to do so, but it was exciting at the same time, to be helpless to stop what was being done to him.

If anyone else had been doing this, he would have protested, begging them to untie him. But he trusted the Doctor -- and besides, this didn't hurt. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and frustration rolled into one, but there was no hint of pain in even the slightest way.

The Doctor's mouth enveloped his cock, drawing him into a moist, warm cavern; as many times at the Time Lord had done this to him before, every time felt like the first, the discovery of a pleasure so intense that Jamie almost thought he would faint.

That warm heat seemed to cradle him, making it hard to breathe past the pleasure for a few seconds. The breath was snatched from his throat; he was floating in space, in the sensation of melting into an embrace that he never wanted to be freed from.

How had he ever given this up for so long after John Hart had kidnapped him? It was unbelievable now to think that he had ever been afraid to let the Doctor touch him and make love to him; he should never have held himself back from letting the Time Lord be with him like this.

The Time Lord's mouth was now moving up and down the shaft of his cock rhythmically, a moan coming from Jamie's throat with each time that wet warmth enveloped him again. His hips were rocking with the other man's rhythm, his body spiraling higher .....

Until, with another moan, the crest of a wave that had been rising ever higher within him finally broke, and he was free-falling through space, whirling downwards into a maelstrom of pleasure, plummeting to the ground to land safely within the confines of his lover's arms.

Jamie blinked as he opened his eyes, not quite able to focus clearly in the aftermath of the pleasure that had overtaken his senses so completely. The Doctor was sitting up beside him, reaching for the tie that bound his wrists and looking down at him, a gentle, loving smile on his face.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, love," he murmured, lying down beside Jamie and taking the other man into his arms. Jamie curled against him, enjoyed the feel of the Doctor's lean body next to his own and the feel of being held in those loving arms.

"It was wonderful," Jamie whispered, raising a hand to caress the Time Lord's jaw. "Every time you make love to me, it gets better and better. I can't believe that I was afraid of being made love to for so long. But at least now, we're making up for some lost time."

He wrapped his arms around the Doctor's waist, snuggling into his lover's embrace. As he did so, his gaze fell on the container of whipped cream by the bed, and he realized that the Doctor hadn't used nearly all of it. Was he just going to let it sit there?

"Doctor, you know that whipped cream is going to melt if you don't put it back into the refrigerator," he told the Time Lord, his tone almost reproachful. "That's a terrible waste, when we might want to use it again. Shouldn't we get up and put it back?"

The Doctor shook his head, laughing and pressing a finger against Jamie's lips. "There's more where that came from," he said, his dark eyes sparkling with laughter. "Really, Jamie, didn't you think I would stock up on it when I had the chance?"

Jamie laughed along with the Time Lord, settling comfortably into his lover's embrace. "In that case, then I'm not going to worry about that," he said, gesturing at the table by the bed. "I just wanted to make sure that we'd have all of the right ingredients to do this again. Soon."

"Oh, I'll make sure of that," the Doctor murmured before he captured Jamie's parted lips in a kiss that took both mens' breath away. By the time they came up for air, their hands roving over each other's bodies, what would become of the whipped cream was the last thing on Jamie's mind.

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