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Michael has always had a fantasy involving David Tennant- one that was unusual, erotic, and only slightly specific. One he dreamed about all the time, in both day and night.
He's never begged for it, or really even asked; he simply mentioned it in passing, maybe once or twice. Said it as a sort of, matter-of-the-fact type thing. No biggie, nothing dire, it was nothing he would kill over. Just a fantasy… Michael was a patient man, he could wait a very long time for things like that. Obviously he never expected that he and David would actually go all the way like that- friendly kissing, flirting, holding hands, that was all quite normal for two men like them. But this fantasy was… something else . In fact, David probably thought Michael was joking the only two times the words had come out of his mouth.
So Michael didn't ask. His hopes were as low as they could get before not existing at all. But he waited anyway; he would remind David again one day, for a third time, of this erotic, hopeful dream Michael always had.
And if David ever found himself owing the older man a favor, or a perhaps little debt- that would be it.
***
David remembered something. He remembered it in a sudden shock that made him freeze, because it was quite a very important thing he had somehow, someway, completely forgot about- a thing he really shouldn't have forgotten. The type of thing that you remember and then instantly feel cold, wondering how on earth it could have slipped your mind because it was so vital, so important, like something sort of depended on it. How could he be so silly!?
Oh shit…
How long ago was that!?
He was sitting at his kitchen table, eating cereal, staring out the door at his backyard. And he'd been reminded of the really important thing when he'd picked up his readers and placed them upon his nose- the simple black frames unlocking a box of memories that he kept stored nice and tidy in the uncommonly used part of his brain.
Michael! David started slowly chewing the abandoned cereal in his mouth again. Michael had said something to him one time… when? He couldn't remember that part. At least a year ago by now! It was a dusty memory but becoming more potent as David kept replaying it in his head.
He'd been with Michael, in a car that the older man was driving. Where were they going? Couldn't remember. It must have been somewhere casual because they were dressed in normal attire.
Michael was talking softly, nervous but so sweet. He kept glancing at David's eyes to reiterate the seriousness he was trying hard to hold on to. David looked down and noticed his shoes had tracked in a pile of sand on the mat, and that’s when the question popped out as an abrupt change of subject:
"Do you have any weird fantasies?"
"Oh- Of course!" It had been a weird and out of place thing to say compared to the conversation they were having, but David answered immediately nonetheless.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Michael grinned but wouldn't look at him this time.
"Sometimes, I wish I was a wizard like Harry Potter."
Michael cracked up, and shook his head.
" Sexual , you idiot."
"Oh… oh!" David shifted around, realized that one had gone over his head. "Not really. I’m not into… weird stuff in bed. But I can tell you want to tell me yours, so go on then!"
David didn't know what he'd been expecting Michael to say, but the older man's response was definitely not it. Michael had fired it off with no hesitation, in the extra polite and posh voice he used for speaking in interviews- as if he'd just been asked how the weather was by his mum. The words hit David like a basketball to the face.
"You know, I have always had a fantasy of you dressed as the Doctor- the one with the blue suit and trench coat and glasses- and I'm just-" Michael paused and gripped the steering wheel harder.
David watched him, stunned. Michael sighed before continuing.
"You just get down on your knees and give me an outstanding blow job. In character."
There was a moment of silence as David tried to figure out if he was being serious. They'd flirted and joked about getting married or having sex so many times- it was getting hard to see the line between authenticity and humor. It was so blurry now David couldn't find it all. But surely Michael wouldn't have confessed such a secret like that if he was being for real, right? He'd been so calm, so nonchalant! That's not the kind of confession you have on a fun car ride- that's more of a ‘sit down at home on the couch over a cuppa’ kind of thing!
David swallowed.
"I quite like that!" He forced a laugh. He then looked out the window again and instantly changed the topic. If Michael was joking- which he probably was- that was fine. It was funny. But he wasn’t laughing… His mouth was pulled in a relaxed, gentle smile that held no care in the world.
That was the tricky part about being best friends with an actor; it was hard to tell sometimes when they were hiding something or lying. Even David himself could so easily play it off that he was taking that statement as a joke. How funny would it be, if they’d each been serious but had just tricked each other into believing the opposite?
Their conversation continued on in a different direction, and it wasn't brought back up. Michael seemed as if it didn't bug him one bit.
David finished his breakfast at light speed and went across the house to his closet. Not the one in the bedroom that had all his clothes and laundry- the other closet. The one that kept the costumes he was lucky enough to bring home, and the most expensive suits and shoes he owned. It was rarely opened. He stepped inside onto the pristine carpet, went to the far left corner, and started filing through the large black bags that hung before him.
Where was it… his skinny hands squeezed each bag as it was pushed on down the pole. He could remember what was inside each one simply by how it felt under the plastic.
There! He stopped halfway through the small collection and unzipped the case with a twitch of excitement. David didn't really know how to react to seeing it again; he'd not had a reason to pull it out in years. Just the mere sight made his heart so damn happy.
It's been ages…
The Doctor's completed outfit looked back at him, only slightly wrinkled from age. The full navy blue suit and tan trench coat hung together, kept hidden and protected from the world. The pale button down was missing, but David knew he had at least one of those somewhere in the other closet.
He stared at it for a while, smiling, until suddenly the joy turned into a feeling of melancholy… a sad sense of missing, and a bit of loss. Like something wasn’t quite right, but he could never figure out what . David chalked it up to nostalgia at its worst.
And right then he remembered something else.
He and Michael tipsy on wine, sitting too close together on the couch. Why had he been at Sheen’s house? Why were they drinking? It was dark, it was late, and David was tired. The whole world smelled like Michael Sheen and it was delightful. Michael was on his elbows leaning in by David’s sleepy face, because David had at some point sunk down to lay on his back.
“Georgia must be one satisfied woman,” Michael sighed.
David snorted.
“Who says?”
“You.”
“When did I say that?” David yawned. His accent was so thick it was almost hard for his words to be understood. “We haven't made love in- '' David counted the days. “Weeks actually.”
“What? Why?” Michael frowned, and David suddenly realized that Michael was a lot more sober than himself. He felt uneasy.
“Um…” David opened his eyes but couldn’t see anything besides the ceiling and some of Michael’s gray curls. “Dunno. Don’t want to? Sometimes I just don't… want to…”
“That’s okay,” Michael whispered. “That’s all normal.”
“You prolly have sex all the time!” David meant for it to be a joke, but it sounded hostile. His tummy instantly felt upset with sadness.
“Not really.” Michael was talking so softly… soft like a blanket.
Michael touched him then- his fingers gently grazed David’s hairline in a few comforting pets, then took a lock of his soft brown hair to run it through his fingers. David didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent. The gesture was blasting him with goosebumps of pleasure- Georgia never pet him. Michael hummed a bit, doing it all again.
“You know, I never got my time lord blow job.”
“Mmm…” David slid his eyes shut, too comfortable to move. Michael’s fingers touched his ear.
David felt a cold sweat graze his skin. He slowly zipped the bag back up with a nervous frown and gave it a squeeze. Then he suddenly felt something that’d become a bit rare in the recent weeks since the world had opened back up; a twitch inside his pants, a twitch of fire and heat that made his balls come alive. He looked down at his shorts and saw an erection forming.
For what though? What specific part of all this shit was it that turned him on exactly?
Well, he supposed he could figure that out later. For now- this . David shut the closet door, locked himself inside, and stuck his hand down his pants.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” He moaned quietly, palming at himself. It had been a very long time since he’d done this.
***
"Hey!" David grinned when he saw Michael's face appear on his phone. They had no real need for Face Time anymore, but they didn't stop the video chats one bit. They rather quite liked them, despite Staged portraying otherwise.
"Helloooo," Michael looked at something behind his phone, completely relaxed. He was in a hoodie, laying on the sofa. He was probably watching TV. David was outside on his patio couch curled up in a ball, where he had total privacy.
They always felt so comfortable like this. In the mundane life they somehow shared.
"What's new?"
David blinked a lot, sighed, then yawned out of nervousness.
“Nothin’ yet. You?”
“Nope.”
David rolled over, hiding his phone closer to his face despite the sun and trees being the only ones listening in.
“Can I ask you something?” He said quietly.
“Yeah. Of course.” Michael wasn’t looking, which made it much easier. He was fiddling with what must be the remote. David could hear the TV in the background.
“Do you remember when you told me your fantasy, 'bout a year ago?"
Michael raised an eyebrow. David expected full well for him to say no, but Michael surprised him.
"The Doctor Who one?" He merely glanced at David.
"So it wasn't a joke!"
"What makes you say that?" Suddenly Michael stood up and began walking somewhere, his eyes more serious. David didn't reply while he was relocating. He ended up in a different room, and sighed as he sat down on something. David now had his full attention.
"You wouldn't remember it if you'd been joking!"
"Well-" Michael looked away, shrugged, and sighed yet again. "I mean-"
"Admit it! You want it to happen!"
"Want what to happen!? Why are you bringing this up now!? It's been a year!" Michael was loud but not angry. He smirked. David laughed once.
"I dunno why I just remembered it…"
They looked away from each other then, shifting nervously.
"What do you remember me saying exactly?"
"You want me dressed as the Dcotor on my knees, giving you a blowjob. In character."
"Oh… well. Yeah. But it's-" He paused, looking as if he really wanted to say one thing, but out came another- "Silly. I don't actually want to have sex with you!"
"Well…." David tilted his head back and forth. His mind was swimming with ideas. Michael was lying right now. "I know. I was just curious."
"Good." Michael moved around again, looking away.
"When's Anna leave?" David said suddenly, remembering that Michael's wife was due for a trip to New York very soon.
"Tuesday."
Three days away.
"Can I come over then?"
"What for?" Michael raised a brow.
"To hang out! I want to see you." David looked offended. Michael thought about it for a moment, and nodded.
"Well you'll have to watch me clean house, but sure."
"Excellent!"
Three days. Three days too many, in David's opinion.
***
It was the most agonizing drive of his life.
It was only three hours from Chiswick to Wales, but it felt more like ten. Maybe twenty. David ran his hands along the steering wheel as he flew down the motorway, hoping he’d be able to follow through with his plan. He couldn’t look behind him, even though he really wanted to, but he knew that in the back seat of his car sat a discreet duffle bag; and inside the bag was the Doctor’s complete outfit. Even including the shoes, and a bottle of hair gel. His stomach was rolling.
What if he’d read it wrong and Michael was joking? What if he slapped David across the face in disgust for attempting such a thing? Would that be considered sexual assault, if he’d gotten the wrong message and made a move? What if soon they’d be recasting Crowley, or recasting Aziraphale, and all of Good Omens falls into a dumpster fire because Michael refuses to ever see him again!?
David made a loud moan of irritation.
Just stop it.
He was nervous for the obvious, yes, but also nervous to be in character again. It’d been years since David had worn the Doctor… What if he was no good at it now? What if he sucked at being the 10th time lord after so long, and Michael had yet another reason to hate him?
With another hefty sigh and moan, David finally took an exit off the highway. He had no reason to fear his best friend: he was almost positive he’d read right and Michael would be into it. And David would easily unlock the Doctor from his resting place in his brian, and it would be awesome . It was just a blowjob, and a little bit of acting! David’s penis had been half hard all day in anticipation; he hadn’t been this aroused in a while.
He was doing this. He was DOING THIS!
***
Michael heard the doorbell ring around 3 PM, and closed his laptop. He walked on bare feet down the stairs to the front door, opening it up to be blinded by sunlight and David Tennant’s impressively white-toothed grin.
“Michael!” David called out, and wrapped a skinny arm around him, hugging tightly. Michael grinned against a bony shoulder and showed him a proper hug, with his two thick arms around his chest that stole David’s breath away. “I missed you!” The younger man squeaked out. Fuck, he smelled so wonderful , Michael thought.
“I get that a lot. All the sexy men at my door say that.”
“You think I’m sexy?” David smiled as he invited himself inside and walked rather quickly down the hall to Michael’s kitchen.
“I didn’t say that!”
“Yes you did.”
“Where are you off to?” Michael sped after him after turning the deadbolt, and entered the kitchen to see David setting a duffle bag on the counter and getting himself a cup of water from the sink. He drank it down quickly.
“I gotta pee.” David stated proudly.
“Okay,” Michael smirked, however he didn’t expect David to continue standing there. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing!” David looked confused. He walked around the kitchen, observing, but there was nothing new to see. “So Anna is gone then? For a week?”
“Yup. House to myself,” Michael sighed, and realized he sounded rather depressed. It made David meet his eyes.
“Maybe I’ll stay for the week,” David joked quietly. “Keep you company, help with your chores… I could even put on a little maid dress and clean your house!”
“Tempting,” Michael moaned with humor. You have no idea how tempting that really is. I’d take you up on that offer if you weren’t kidding . Images of David wearing a black thong exposed under a tiny maid dress, his cock hard and poking out- Michael had to stop himself. He felt hot between his legs. Fuck, just relax! The last thing he wanted was to betray his friend like that- if David made a sex joke about himself and then saw Michael get a boner, he’d be so horrified! “Well it looks like you’re already moving in! Did we plan a sleepover and I forgot?” Michael forced the subject to change.
“Oh-” David frowned at the brown bag he’d carried inside. “Um…”
Michael raised a concerned brow.
“No,” David finally chuckled nervously. “Hey, let’s go sit somewhere, I’m tired after that drive.”
“Go pee!” Michael ordered, but David shook his head.
“Not yet!”
“You’re acting strange,” Michael sighed dramatically.
“No I’m not!”
“And your accent is much thicker which means you're also being extra emotional!”
“No I am not!” David was blushing, which made Michael giggle. Although the older man was growing nervous, and couldn’t place a finger on why exactly.
“So what’s the real reason you came over?” Michael sauntered over to him, pulling out a bar stool to sit at the island. He examined the beautiful granite patterns that made up the counter to try and clear his mind from the budding arousal that begged to poke through his underwear.
“Um…” Michael noticed suddenly that David was walking around, looking for something. He poked his head into the hallway, then the office, and then over into the huge living room.
“What are you looking for? No one is home…”
“I know,” David pouted. He put his hands in his pockets. “Just checking for… nothing.”
Then, finally , something started to happen- David relaxed a little more, then smiled at Michael. He held eye contact, walked over slowly to him, and stood about three feet away. He leaned his skinny body on the counter, tilting his head a little.
That looked familiar… didn’t it? Michael opened his mouth a bit, not knowing what he should be saying.
“Nothing?” He finally whispered.
“Hey-” David sucked in a breath, looking out the window for a moment, ignoring the question. “I’m gonna… go to the bathroom. Okay?” Dark brown eyes met blue again.
“You act like you aren’t allowed,” Michael rolled his eyes. Why did everything suddenly feel… odd?
“Well, just don’t go anywhere. Okay?”
“Sure?” Michael said quietly. David stared at him. Michael stared back. David’s eyes were… Different . His expression barely readable, but a bit of both curious and serious. Definitely a hint of anxiety as well.
“Good. I’ll be right back,” David gently winked at him, and suddenly grabbed his mysterious bag and headed towards the bathroom.
Michael felt many emotions swirl around his gut, but he remained seated and still nonetheless. He stared off in the direction David had gone; the big guest bathroom that was down the second hall. Michael couldn’t see the door from his spot in the kitchen, which made the confusion and anticipation even stronger.
What was he doing!? It was silent in the house; Michael could not hear anything coming from the bathroom. He waited impatiently, bouncing a foot and picking at his fingernails. Was he about to come out dressed as Crowley? Did he want to.. What? Rehearse? They’d just gotten the script last week, it was way too early to be assuming any-
Footsteps coming closer. Shoes on the hard floor, moving slowly. Michael raised his head, and nearly passed out when David came around the corner.
He was…
Stunning .
Well, technically, David was gone and had been replaced by the tenth Doctor.
“Oh my god…” Michael blushed when it all suddenly came together and slammed him in the gut with a sledgehammer. “You.. you?” He couldn’t make any words. His groin was boiling hot, his cock hardening when he instantly remembered David asking him three days ago if he remembered talking about his sexual fantasy involving the time lord standing before him.
“Yeah,” David laughed a little, clearly nervous. His cheeks blushed, and he looked down at himself.
He had the black framed glasses on his freshly shaved face. His hair was styled perfectly, just as it had been in the show all those years ago. The tan trench coat, navy blue suit, burgundy tie, and red converse sneakers. It was the exact suit he used to wear. David ran his hands down the coat, smoothing it out despite there not being a single wrinkle anywhere.
“You kept it?”
“Kept what?” He was now talking in an English accent.
“The costume!”
“What costume? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” David’s eyebrow raised in a sassy way, and he looked around the kitchen. He took a few steps around.
Oh… in character.
“Sorry,” Michael watched him, in absolute awe. “I mean- I’m just surprised to see you, is all.” Michael had to pull his sweatpants down a little more. He still wasn’t positive David was going all the way with this- he might just be taunting him, and would snap out of it any moment in a huge laugh.
Dav- The Doctor , seemed to notice Michael’s untrusting expression, and came over to him. His eyelids were low, his hands buried away in the coat pockets. He stood a mere inch from Michael’s chair, looking down at him with intimate proximity.
“I get that quite often.”
“I bet you do. Why me? What brings you… here?” Michael was such a hot mix of unease and excitement, he was finding it hard to not beg David to just let him ravish him.
David opened his mouth, but apparently hadn’t rehearsed that part of this whole thing, as it simply made a noise of confusion while he shrugged and looked around.
“Weeeell, I heard- some things , about you. Wanting me. Figured I’d drop by and see if I can get lucky.”
“Lucky?” Michael grinned. David was never good at improv. Maybe he should just go full swing into this- if David wasn’t doing this to suck him off, he would just stop him-
And then Michael could go crawl in bed crying and kill himself from shame!
The last wave of Michael’s fear was starting to wash away when the Doctor grinned with a bit of teeth and brought one of his hands out. He picked up Michael’s hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it gently.
“Lucky as in- it’s been a couple thousand years since I’ve felt the love of another in an intimate way. And I would just love for you to have me.”
That was all Michael needed. He stood up from the chair, fully erect and with a plan in mind. A plan he’d played over in his head nearly every single time he masturbated, one he’d cummed to for years . He knew exactly what he wanted to do. FINALLY!
The Doctor seemed a bit surprised, maybe not expecting this outcome for certain.
“ Good . I would love to have you. But I must warn you- I’m kind of a rough lover.” Michael growled. He got in the Doctor’s face, a bit angry that David was taller than him. He always hated that about them. He had such a burning urge to dominate the living hell out of David, everywhere they went and with everything they did- especially right now. And it may even be fueled with a bit of envy for the role he took as the Doctor. David was so bloody spectacular at it, it was well beyond impressive; Michael couldn’t tell if he wanted to obliterate David because he was jealous, or because he was so unbelievably attracted to him.
“Oh,” David squeaked, and blushed madly. He adjusted the glasses on his face, grinning with excitement and fear. “I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw my way; you’re just a human. I’ve been with a lot bigger than you.”
“Bigger? ” Michael felt testosterone fueled pride swell up in his balls and chest, and snatched the Doctor’s chin in one hand. David’s eyes shot all the way open and he froze under Michael’s commanding hand, so Michael looked down first.
He was hard too. It showed beautifully in that navy blue suit. Good.
“You think I couldn’t break you if I wanted to?”
“I-I’m a- ” David was melting in his grip, starting to squirm and struggling to keep his hands in the coat pocket. His voice was strained from Michael’s hand holding his bottom jaw still. “T-time lord! It takes more than one human to break me.”
Michael let go of him, but put his hands on the Doctor’s shoulders next and shoved him down. The Doctor sank to his knees, gazing up at Michael with wide eyes. Michael was starting to sweat, hoping he didn’t ejacualte so soon; he was so damn excited. He never thought he’d get this chance. He and David would be having a long talk after this!
He fixed the Doctor’s glasses again, and ran his finger tips along his face. It made the Doctor open his mouth, and Michael took it as an invitation for his thumb.
He’d never felt David’s mouth before…
He stuck his thumb between red, wep lips, and the Doctor pressed his tongue against it. His brown eyes relaxed, then his lips closed around it and sucked it on it’s way out. Michael moaned, quickly shedding his pants and shirt. David reached for his shirt buttons but Michael grabbed his soft hands.
“No,” He ordered. The Doctor remained quiet, looking up at him in obedience. “You stay like that.”
“T-This is an awfully- um , nice suit! I’d hate to ruin it; the TARDIS doesn’t have a washing machine!”
“Oh, really?” Michael teased. “I guess you’ll just have to be extra careful not to spill anything then.” A clear string of precum suddenly spilled free of Michael’s slit, dripping down in an impressive rope to fall right between the Doctor’s spread knees.
The time lord shivered with a soft moan, looking every bit excited and ready to explode.
“Now, would you mind sucking me off? I’ve been dying to feel your mouth on me.” Michael demanded. His deep voice was working wonders on his friend, he could tell. David was already beginning to sweat, and shake, and his hips jerked once.
The Doctor shuddered around a mouthful of Michael’s hard cock. It was big , that was for sure; Michael took such pride in his solid seven wide inches. And looking at how much testosterone his body produced, it was no surprise that his balls were equally impressive in size. He hadn’t shaved his southern region in a while, so his silver curly hair met the Doctor’s nose.
“Whoa,” Michael moaned, and shivered. “You- you’ve definitely done this before, haven't you!?” David bobbed his head back and forth, his tongue swirling around his head and then sucking on his shaft. It poked inside his slit, making it even more wet inside. Michael held back his orgasm, demanding himself to last until the time lord was broken, begging beneath him for mercy.
The Doctor hummed and nodded, speeding up just a little. Then a little more, sucking about halfway down. His skinny hand came up to grip Michael’s base, following the thrusts of his head.
“Go deeper,” Michael ordered. The Doctor went merely half an inch more. “I said deeper ,” Michael growled. Brown eyes looked up at him, wide behind the lenses. “Don’t you know how to properly eat it?”
The Doctor pulled away to answer, wiping the drool off the tip and his lips before it could soil his suit.
“U-Um,” He swallowed, looking at Michael’s wet penis. “Yes?”
“You’ve never deep throated?”
“No…”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be great at it. You are an alien, right? It should be quite easy for you.” Michael smiled down at him and spoke in a taunting sweet voice, teasing him with quiet kindness. He was not going to be very kind. Michael grabbed a fistfull of brown spikey hair with one hand, David’s jaw with the other, and shoved himself halfway inside the Doctor’s mouth. The time lord’s hands shot up to grip his hips, stopping him for a second, but relaxing just as quickly. They slithered a little more behind, towards his bum, to hold Michael rather than push him off, so Michael pulled his head closer. He started slow, going a little further inside than what David had been doing himself. The Doctor moaned, instinctively trying to close his mouth so Michael gripped hard to keep it all the way open. He could tell it hurt; David squeezed his eyes shut and shook. Michael felt him stop a gag.
Michael did that a few times, before finally unleashing himself. He did four full thrusts to lodge himself deep inside David’s throat, ramming his pointy nose against his belly. David shoved him away, gagging forcefully around his head, but nothing came up. He coughed a few times, and sucked in a huge wet breath. Spit fell down between his shivering legs.
Michael was prepared for everything to stop there- he felt a little uneasy that he’d let himself do that. He probably hurt David, and his friend would-
He wasn’t expecting David to swallow him halfway again. He looked up at Michael with those puppy dog eyes, waiting.
“Impressive,” Michael praised in a deep husky voice. “Just remember to breathe,” He teased.
Michael gripped him again, one hand in the hair and one on his jaw, and fucked him again. He thrust quickly, harshly , so the Doctor would not have time to choke. He again felt him gag violently, his stomach tensing and lurching with a noise in his throat. His eyes were streaming tears, his hands gripping Michael’s hips so hard it hurt. But he didn’t push him away. He was sitting there, taking it, like a good boy.
“Good job,” Michael huffed out. Fuck, this felt so impossibly great! So wet, and hot, shoving himself into the Doctor’s throat, feeling it gag on his size. He held nothing back, groaning loudly as he slammed himself over and over as fast as possible into the time lord’s face. He throat fucked him harder than he’d ever throat fucked anyone before. Eventually his hand left David’s jaw and joined the other on his head, gripping the sides of the Doctor’s skull to hold him still. Michael moaned louder, feeling himself ready to climax. The Doctor opened his eyes again- they were wet with tears, but eager. He kept gagging, and his face was turning beat red. His lips were even darker. A whole load of drool was swaying off his chin, impossible to catch as it flung onto his pants and shirt.
“Yes, yes-” Michael hissed. “Oh, fuck, Darling- I’m gonna-” And then his balls tightened, squeezed, and shot forth his cum. He moaned loudly, making it echo in the kitchen. He never ceased his thrusts or his speed; he rode out his climax just as violently as he’d created it.
David finally coughed, and instinctively shot up on his knees but was unable to stand due to the imprisoning grip on his head. He clawed at Michael’s hips, but still did not shove him away. He wasn’t making any noise other than the slapping wet sounds from the cock obliterating his mouth and a nasty gag.
Michael pulled himself out as soon as his explosive finish was over. He held onto the Doctor’s head. He was frozen for one second, then choked. He coughed, and coughed, and coughed some more. He swallowed, squirmed on his knees, shaking from the shock. His tears fell down his cheeks in big streaks. Finally, after clearing his airway, David looked back up at him. White cum fell from his mouth, hanging off his lip and chin in a glorious prize. He said nothing, catching his breath.
Michael stared down at him.
“You’re-” The Doctor coughed, his hands quivering on Michael’s hips. His fake accent struggled to stay intact, but he somehow managed it. “Still-”
Michael looked down, seeing that yes , he was still hard.
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, Doctor .”
“Well,” the Doctor finally caught enough of his breath, returning to full character at an impressive recovery speed. “Maybe you can return the favor?”
“You mean give you a blow job too?”
“No, I was thinking something more, um… Intimate than that.” Big red spots from Michael’s grip were appearing on his jaw. His glasses were very crooked, and a little foggy.
“Oh… Oh!” Michael felt his lower gut catch fire. He let go of his now messy hair. The time lord didn't stand up, however; he quickly pulled off the trench coat, carelessly tossed it aside, then turned around to stand on his knees facing away from Michael. His shaking hands undid his pants and pulled them down just past his bum, exposing it and his hard cock.
“Wow,” Michael awed. “You’re… big.”
The Doctor’s cock was as big as his own, and glistening at the tip.
“Thank you,” The alien grinned sheepishly. He then bent forward, resting on his hands and knees, and then Michael saw it-
A shiny gem. Michael was on his knees in an instant, spreading the Doctor’s arse.
“Holy shit,” Michael moaned. A plug was lodged inside, clearly keeping him open and wet. He’d prepared for this!
“You want me to destroy this end too? What’s gonna happen when you can't speak or sit? Georgia might catch on.” Michael chuckled evilly. The Doctor laughed sorely and shivered.
“Who’s Georgia? I’ve never met a Georgia.”
Michael shuddered a moan.
“Don’t bloody move.” Michael stood up and opened one of the kitchen drawers, yanking out a condom from his stash-
“No!” The Doctor cried out. “Not that!”
“What?” Michael raised a brow at him.
“I want you- inside. I want you to come inside me.”
“Oh, you are spectacular . But just this once-” Michael left it on the counter. He grabbed his shirt on the way back to the Doctor’s presenting body. He dropped it under the Doctor’s cock, where he expected his cum to land. He wasted no time pulling out the cork, and shoving himself inside before he’d tighten up again.
“How long has that been inside you?” Michael huffed as he instantly began fucking the other man. His knees hurt on the hard floor, but it was barely noticed from the hot vacuum he was ruthlessly claiming. The Doctor tried to reply, but Michael was gripping his hips so damn tightly, thrusting so hard, his entire frame was shaking from the force.
“U-Uh-” He tried to speak, but couldn’t. Michael was so huge, the Doctor was stretching so far from his girth. Michael hadn’t needed any lube, from the slick already prepared inside and the slobber from a few moments prior. It was wet, his balls were slapping against the Doctor’s body. The Doctor moaned loudly, his arms giving up as he sank lower to the floor. All his energy was spent keeping his arse in the air for Michael to ruin. He turned his head to look back at Michael, his eyes so clouded with pleasure. His wet lips were parted in a moan, his cheeks burning red.
Michael quickly thought of something, from a show he did a long time ago.
“Come for me. Untouched. Right now.” His hands gripped the Doctor’s hips so hard he knew they were going to bruise. He thrusted as hard as he was physically able to; feeling their bones clashing that would make both of them sore by nightfall. He fucked the other man so hard he feared he may rip the poor thing.
The time lord cried out then, when Michael demolished his prostate and made him orgasm in an explosive finish. The Doctor arched his back and rammed himself backwards into Michael, spilling his seed onto more than just the shirt that was meant to catch it. It shot far, all over his blue suit and the floor.
“O-Oh, FUCK!” He gasped . “Oh shit, oh my g-god!” David finally broke character, spitting out in a Scottish mess words Michael could hardly understand. “Oh fuck, M-Michael- I’m- gah-h, urgh!” He choked on his pleasure, crying out as if Michael had just used the power of the almighty himself to bring him to an orgasm.
And it was more than enough for Michael to do the same. His balls twisted yet again and finished off, somehow finding even more cum to give to his friend.
They slowed to a stop, David shivering as he freed himself from Michael’s intoxicating hold. The older man could see his white mess follow his cock out, spilling between his cheeks. He massaged David’s soft rear, feeling a little guilty for busting up both his face and his bum. Hopefully his wife wouldn’t notice.
“I told Georgia,” David suddenly gasped weakly. He was struggling to keep himself up. His legs gave out, and he squatted on the floor in front of Michael to regain his strength.
“Oh…” Michael swallowed. He was finally losing his ruthless erection. “She’s not… mad?”
“No. She knows I love you.”
David spoke those words so softly, so shy, Michael wasn’t prepared for it. He was quiet for a moment, before deciding to pull David’s underwear up. Gently , this time.
“Does she know about the Doctor bit of it as well?”
“No,” David smirked. “She’s been begging me since we met for that roleplay. I’ve always said no.” He chuckled, and so did Michael.
“Why me then?” Michael asked for the second time that day.
“I’d just rather do it with you… I met her for the first time in character like this. It’s just hard for me to… I dunno.” David seemed embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Michael cooed. “Stand up.”
“ Urgggh ,” David groaned, but listened. They stood together in the kitchen, David covered in a little more cum than he probably could have been, if they’d been more careful. Michael grinned at the white streaks ruining the expensive costume.
“Fuck,” David sighed. “That was spectacular .”
“Oh really? Looked like you were gonna die there for a moment.” Michael fixed his glasses for him. David watched him. He grinned, as David Tennant, and blinked softly at him. Michael felt his gut twist with more than left over arousal. It was a feeling that scared him, and made him panic. The same feeling he’d got when he first met Anna.
“Um… You better take that off and throw it in the wash,” He suddenly said, looking away for his own clothes.
“You don’t wanna take it off for me?” David reached for his hand, gently taking it. Michael felt like he was about to cry, and he didn’t know why. Love, deep, real, true love was swelling in his gut and he did not like it one bit.
“Oh, uh-” He sighed, unable to meet David’s eyes, staring at their hands where they touched.
“It might be the last time I-”
“Okay,” Michael finally agreed. Let's shower.”
David smiled at him, pulling up his pants just so he could walk to Michael’s bathroom. Michael led the way, hoping his blush would be gone before they got there.