Title: Irresistible
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 41, Spanking
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 stood in the corridor of the Tardis that led from the bedroom he shared with the Doctor into the control room, watching the Time Lord as he bent over the console. He couldn't help letting his eyes roam over that slim body in appreciation.

The Doctor was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life. He was always a bit surprised when he looked at his lover; it was inconceivable that such a gorgeous creature should want to be with him. The thought never failed to give him a glow of pleasure.

How was it possible that he'd captured the heart of such a magnificent man? Not just a man, but a man who, in his eyes, was the savior of the universe. A man who was more important to the entire galaxy than anyone else could possibly be.

And not just the galaxy his own planet was in, he reminded himself, but dozens of others as well. The entire world, far beyond the world he himself knew.

The realization that this man belonged to him stunned him at times. The Doctor had given him not only one heart, but two; two hearts that beat in a perfect rhythm with his, two hearts that returned his love for the other man a thousandfold.

Peter leaned against the entrance to the control room, his eyes drawn to the Doctor as a moth to a flame. His gaze roamed over the other man's body, admiring the grace of the Time Lord's movements, the supple way that each gesture flowed into the next.

His gaze lingered on the Doctor's behind, a smile curving his lips as he thought of just what he wanted to do to that luscious bottom once he had the Time Lord in their bedroom and stripped out of those clothes, lying under him in a position of surrender.

He could already feel that slender body squirming beneath him, already hear the Doctor's soft moans of pleasure as their bodies joined.

But why wait until they were in the bedroom? he asked himself with an inward chuckle. No time like the present to make his thoughts a reality. The Doctor in jeans and t-shirt, his hair tousled and his feet bare, was utterly irresistible.

Peter moved behind the Time Lord, sliding one arm around the other man's waist, his other hand cupping the Doctor's ass. He smiled when the Doctor gasped and straightened up quickly; the immediate reaction was gratifying.

"I couldn't help thinking that your bum looks irresistible," Peter purred into the Doctor's ear, bringing a pink blush to the Time Lord's cheeks. "There's no way anyone could resist touching you -- least of all me, since I know you belong to me."

"I certainly do," the Doctor sighed, leaning back into his embrace. "Were you thinking of doing anything in particular?"

Peter smiled in response to the Time Lord's question; he could hear the breathlessness in the Doctor's voice, the anticipation in those words. "Oh, I definitely was, love. Just follow me, and you'll find out what soon enough."

He hadn't consciously thought of what he was going to do, but with the Doctor's question, an idea had leaped into his mind. He moved backwards to the couch against the wall of the control room, bringing the Doctor along with him.

Peter sank down onto the touch, one arm still wrapped around the Doctor's waist. He pulled the other man down with him, but instead of letting the Doctor sit down beside him, he maneuvered the other man's position until the Time Lord was lying face down across his lap.

The Doctor raised his head, twisting slightly to look up at Peter. "What in the world are you doing?" he asked, a perplexed look on his face.

"Getting you just where I want you," Peter answered, one hand moving under the Doctor's body to work at the button and zipper of his jeans with nimble fingers. The Time Lord's eyes widened as he realized what Peter was doing, his mouth dropping open.

"Peter, you aren't --" His words stopped abruptly when Peter yanked the fabric down, leaving the Doctor's bottom bare to his gaze. He laid his hand on the curve of the Time Lord's ass, raising his brows as as a smile quirked his lips.

"I'm not .... what?" he answered, stroking his fingertips lightly over that perfectly rounded ass, loving the feel of the Doctor's bare flesh under his hand. The other man's skin was velvety soft, seeming to invite him to touch the Time Lord even more intimately.

No, he wasn't going to do that, Peter told himself sternly. He intended to take the Doctor later -- but he had something else in mind to do first.

The Doctor had ceased to wriggle in his lap; he merely lay there, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps; he was obviously waiting for whatever Peter intended to do. Peter stroked one finger down the cleft of the Time Lord's ass as he spoke, his words soft and calming.

"Don't be afraid, love. I won't do anything to hurt you too much," he whispered, raising his hand into the air. He hoped that the Doctor wouldn't move -- or that he wouldn't jump out of Peter's lap and start shouting at him in anger.

The Doctor certainly did jump when Peter's hand struck his bare ass, but he didn't get out of the other man's lap. Instead, he let out a yelp of surprise, squirming and clenching his fists. But he stayed where he was, showing no tendency to jump to his feet.

He raised his hand again, letting it fall to the Doctor's bare skin with an audible slap. The Time Lord jumped again, a soft groan coming from his throat.

Ah, so the Doctor was as aroused by this as he was, apparently. Peter couldn't hold back a smile as he let his hand fall yet again, the resounding slap on the Doctor's ass seeming to reverberate around the control room.

The sound of skin on skin almost sounded sensual to Peter as he continued to raise his hand and bring it down on the Doctor's bottom, getting into a rhythm. He kept his eyes on the Time Lord's ass, not wanting to go too far and hurt his lover.

He kept up the spanking until the Time Lord's bottom had progressed from a pink blush to a darker red shade, finally deciding that if he went any further, the other man might not be able to sit comfortably for a while. He certainly didn't want that.

No, definitely not. He had plans for that bottom -- plans that he intended to fulfill as soon as he could carry the Doctor to their bedroom.

The Doctor didn't seem to realize for a few moments that Peter was stopping; he was still squirming in the other man's lap, holding his breath and waiting for the next slap of Peter's hand on his ass. After a few moments, he turned his head to look up at his lover.

"I think you've had enough, don't you?" Peter murmured, running his hand over the smooth pinkened curves of the Doctor's bottom. "I don't want to go too far, love. I still have plans for that beautiful arse of yours tonight, and I want you to be able to carry them out."

"Plans?" The Doctor winced as he stood up, starting to ease his jeans back up. But he stopped as soon as the fabric was pulled up to his thighs, making a face. "I don't think I'll be able to wear these at the moment. They're a bit uncomfortable."

"Yes, plans," Peter murmured as he stood, watching as the Doctor let his jeans fall to the floor and stepped out of them, his eyes taking in the sight appreciatively.

The Doctor reached for the hem of his t-shirt as though he intended to lift it over his head, but Peter ws there before he was. Grabbing the shirt, he pulled it off over the Time Lord's head, his eyes taking in the beautiful body that was revealed to him.

Could this man possibly be any more gorgeous? He didn't think so. Peter's eyes swept over his body, then back up to his face. The perfect face, the perfect body. He'd been blessed the day that he'd found this man and taken a chance with him.

"You're absolutely irresistible, do you know that?" he breathed, not daring to blink just in case he was dreaming and he would wake up alone in his bed, with everything about his time with the Doctor being a dream that couldn't possibly come true.

But it was true. He was here with the man he loved, an exceptionally irresistible man who he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Bending down, he hooked one arm behind the Doctor knees, the other moving around the Time Lord's slim waist. He gathered the other man into his arms, smiling as the Doctor wrapped his arms around Peter's neck and gave him an inquiring look.

"Don't I get to hear what these 'plans' entail?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "After all, I just made it through a spanking that's going to sting for a while. Just how do you plan to take care of that? Or should I use my imagination?"

"Your imagination would be good -- but I'll tell you," Peter said, laughing as he headed down the hallway to their bedroom. "I plan to take care of you, all right --" He bent his head to whisper into the Doctor's ear. "-- With my tongue. For starters."

The Doctor's soft laughter mingled with his own as he stepped into their bedroom, moving towards the bed with only one thought in his mind.

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