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“You’re sure the Doctor won’t mind?” Benton was looking at him with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes and Yates almost missed the question.
“Don’t worry, as long as we don’t touch anything he’ll never know.” He smiled wrapping his arms around Benton’s neck pulling him closer. Benton hummed and moved his own hands to his captain’s waist.
It was just a light peck at first, a gentle meeting of the lips, and touches that expressed familiarity.
Everyone had been on high alert for the past week due to a crashed U.F.O. and suspicions that the Master was somehow involved. Those suspicions had turned out to be false, and the U.F.O. had proved to be a burial craft that had been caught in Earth’s atmosphere by accident. Eventually, they had managed to shoot the craft back into space.
Still, what a headache the whole thing had been, worst of all it had kept Yates from seeing much of Benton due to the sergeant’s patrols and his own duties at behest of the Brig. But now they had the whole mess behind them and a free night ahead of them.
“You’re sure you don’t want to go back to my flat?” Benton asked between kisses. “I’ve waited all week to get some time alone with you John, I’m going to get all I can.” He answered, emphasising his point by deepening their kiss, his hands going to the other man’s hair, bringing their faces closer.
Benton walked them back until Yates’s back hit a locker, which he took as an opportunity to crowd his captain against the cool metal door. Neither sets of hands rested anywhere for too long, but that was alright, they could take their time later. And how wonderful later would be.
The kiss was far past a gentle peck and had progressed to proper snogging. At one point Yates caught Benton’s lip in a gentle nip and was rewarded with a low groan from the man. Benton got his own when he departed from Yates’ mouth and began to kiss at his neck.
He loosened his tie and began to lick at the base of Yates’s neck. Which caused him to let out a pleased hum. It was at this point his body kicked into gear as blood began to flow south. He was aware of Benton’s own arousal, difficult not to, pushed together as they were.
He was too preoccupied with present events to really think about any consequences of fooling around at the HQ, in the Doctor’s lab no less. They had kissed once or twice in here and around the grounds before, late at night, or in deserted corridors. Light thrill seeking activity. This was certainly an escalation, but it was late and only the night watch remained, and they would not come near the lab.
Benton began to grind against him and he responded in turn. Yates wasn’t sure what their end game was, and he seemingly never would as his companion suddenly pulled away, face white.
Yates was startled at the sudden change, but soon joined him in frozen fear. From outside came footsteps, worse than that the Doctor’s voice, worse than that the Brigadier’s voice.
Yates felt his stomach drop, but pushed through to come to three quick conclusions. The Doctor and the Brig would be headed for the lab, they would most certainly know what they were up to, both of them would receive an absolute bollocking from the Doctor about being in the lab and likely worse from the Brigadier about what they were doing in the lab.
The most logical course of action was then to hide.
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“I don’t understand why we had to come all the way back here, pubs have wine.” The Brigadier sighed, following the Doctor in through the door of the laboratory.
“Not wine like this, my dear.” The Doctor spoke emphatically as he made for his TARDIS and disappeared through the blue doors.
Yates watched this from the slats in the locker he had shoved himself and Benton into moments before. Luckily for them this locker housed brooms and mops, which while not leaving much space, beat shelves any day.
As they were, both soldiers were peering out the slats, and pushed against their own sides of the small locker. Neither daring to do much more than breath. The Brigadier stood unaware, outside the TARDIS waiting for the Doctor to return.
Their superior officer gazed languidly around the room, and Yates felt his heart skip when the man’s eyes swept over their hiding place. Fortunately, this was when the Doctor reappeared with a very old looking bottle.
“35 BC,” he explained presenting the bottle to the Brig, “this, my dear Lethbridge-Stewart, is the absolute top brass as far as you should be concerned.” He moved past him in a smooth glide, producing a wine glass from seemingly nowhere.
“35 BC? You mean to tell me that bottle is over two thousand years old?” The Brig asked as he trailed behind the Doctor to a work bench. A work bench uncomfortably close to where the two men were hiding.
“Technically,” he gave a sly wink, “the benefits of time travel and all.” He lay the glass down and in the next moment pulled a cork screw from his pocket with a flourish.
Yates knew it was unreasonable to be annoyed at a man for frequenting a location he was known to frequent. Yet, he had had it on good authority that the two men were heading in to town for the night. Hopefully, they would soon leave and he and Benton could reconvene at the other’s flat, to chalk the whole thing up as a near disaster they should avoid in future.
The Doctor poured the wine with a delicate grace, then took the glass in his hand. He swirled it and took a deep inhale of the aroma. The Brigadier watched him with his usual raised eyebrow of indifference. The doctor gave a satisfied sigh and took a sip. Then looked to the Brigadier with a smile.
“It really is very nice, now I won’t bother explaining the notes to you, as you have, seemingly, no appreciation for the finer things,” the Brigadier scoffed, “but,” the Doctor continued, “I must insist that you try some.”
The Doctor’s demeanour had changed slightly and the look he gave the other man was mischievous. “If you insist.” The Brigadier moved forward to take the glass from the man’s hand and looked confused as the Doctor moved the glass away from him.
The Doctor had leant against the work bench and now the Brigadier was almost leaning over him.
The raised brow was met with a coy smile, that the Brigadier seemingly understood, as he stopped reaching for the man’s glass.
“Oh, you can’t be serious.” He sighed, taking a measured look at the man before him.
Clearly some understanding had been conveyed between the two that Yates had failed to pick up on. The Doctor teasing the Brig was nothing new but this was …different, the usual light banter felt heavier. The Doctor’s gaze, while still carrying its usual relaxed charm, felt more directed, intense, Yates was struggling to think of a word besides seductive.
“Come on old chap, I do insist you try some.” The Doctor grinned wolfishly at the Brigadier. The two men were near inches apart, the Brig having not taken a step back after the other man’s teasing. And that was slightly odd, although Yates was one to talk, when he and Benton had an inch between them at most.
The Brigadier cocked his head, but he shared the Doctor’s intense expression. Now something very interesting happened as Yates watched the Doctor’s hand, the one that had been resting in his pocket, emerge and reach for the other man. He felt his eyes widen as the Doctor’s hand skimmed up the Brig’s side, from the top of his thigh to his chest, resting there for a moment.
He expected the Brigadier to jump back and shout obscenities at the man, yet, he stood perfectly still. The Doctor began smoothing his fingers over the material of his uniform before gently grabbing his lapel. He pulled him a fraction closer to where the Brigadier was now leaning over the Doctor who still sat reclined on the bench, the absolute picture of suaveness.
“Open your mouth.” Spoken in a smooth purr, yet Yates could have sworn he must have misheard. What on Earth was the Doctor playing at? The man toed the line at the best of times yet this had fully jumped the line and promptly ran about five miles from it.
“You can be very childish sometimes.” Was the Brigadier’s reply, spoken in a low murmur. And yet Yates watched in utter fascination as his superior officer did as he was told and parted his lips. Yates was worried his eyes may pop out of his skull as the Doctor’s hand crept up to the other man’s chin, where he swiped his thumb over his lower lip.
“Do tell me what you think of the wine.” And then he tugged at the Brigadier’s lip and closed the gap between them. Yates dared not put a name to any emotion he felt as he watched the Doctor’s tongue slide into his commander’s mouth before sealing their lips in a kiss.
The Brigadier’s hands came to rest on the work bench on either side of the Doctor, while the man himself remained as he had before. Wine glass in one hand and the other now cupping the soldier’s jaw.
They separated and the look they shared was conformation enough, they had done this before. Yates could not believe it.
“Well, what did you think? Could you pick up on any flavours?” The Doctor asked with a sultry smirk. “Oh yes, I detected a strong taste of vain git.” Was the Brigadier’s response, flashing a similar smile. He pushed against the Doctor, his hands moving to the other man’s thighs, and the Doctor having no other choice, set his glass down to grab onto the other man for balance.
One hand played with the hair at the back of his neck, periodically grabbing at his nape, to the apparent delight of the Brigadier, who moaned into the scientist’s mouth in response. The other hand started at his back but soon it began to slide downwards.
Yates closed his mouth not realising it had been open. He shot a quick glance at Benton, who was staring wide eyed at the scene before them, somehow his eyebrows shot even higher and Yates turned back in time to see the reason as to why. The Doctor’s hand was now firmly on the brigadier’s backside, tucked under the material of his jacket.
Yates felt heat on his cheeks, and was suddenly hit with guilt, they should not be watching this. If for nothing else, respect for the two men unknowingly putting on a show for them.
Yet he could not deny that some of the heat on his face was radiating downwards. Which while not exactly surprising, caused him to feel much guiltier. His growing arousal was not helped when the Doctor’s hand shifted from the other man’s arse, to his groin.
What the Doctor was now doing was obscured to him, but the way the Brig’s breath hitched was a pretty good indicator of the effect it was having.
Yates couldn’t even close his eyes as now the Brigadier was openly moaning into the Doctor’s mouth. His body was actively betraying him, as he was already half hard from the scene before him. Even worse was that Benton definitely knew as he was pressed against him.
Oh God, he probably thought he was an absolute pervert.
The Brigadier took a step back from the Doctor, breaking their kiss. Yet, before Yates could even hope that this signalled the end of their tryst, the man sunk to his knees with a nasty smile.
Now Yates was at a crossroads, he looked to Benton again who was not much different from how he left him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Were they really about to watch their commander blow their scientific advisor? Were they going to play voyeur to this intimidate moment? As these thoughts ran through his head, he watched the Brigadier’s hands tending to the Doctor’s belt and trousers.
Oh god, there really was no alternative, they were in too deep now. The Doctor’s hand carded through the man before him’s hair. Although if they revealed themselves now they avoided being found out later.
The Brigadier was mouthing at the Doctor’s cock through his underwear. But if they revealed themselves it would be clear why they had hidden in the first place.
The Doctor groaned as he was released from his boxers and the Brigadier took him in hand. Perhaps they could come to an understanding, a little mutually assured destruction.
The Brigadier began to lick and suck at the tip of his partners cock. Then again it would be a he said, he said situation, which favoured the Doctor and Brigadier much more than him and Benton.
With this thought concluded he decided the best decision was to remain as quiet as possible and hope the two would be finished soon.
There was no mistaking the physical twitch he felt in his own cock as he watched the Brigadier begin to properly take the Doctor into his mouth.
The Doctor remained quite casual still half leaning back on the work top, one hand resting idly on top of it. Yet his other hand periodically fisting in the soldier’s hair, and his low moaning every time the Brigadier sucked at him certainly put a few dents in his nonchalant demeanour.
“You are getting very good at this.” He murmured his eyes half lidded looking down at his companion.
While Yates did not want to think about the implications of that sentence, his brain unhelpfully gave him a potential highlight reel of ‘The Doctor teaching the Brigadier how to suck dick’.
He felt filthy.
The two men meanwhile continued enthusiastically, still unaware of their audience. The Brigadier had hit the base of the Doctor’s dick and held him in his mouth for a few moments before pulling back to a more manageable length. He bobbed his head a few times before the Doctor’s head tipped back with a quiet moan.
“I’m getting close my dear.” His voice was strained and he began to rock his hips to meet the man before him. The Brigadier hummed and stopped moving to let the Doctor thrust into his mouth.
“Good… good chap, doing so well,” both of the alien’s hands were in the Brigadier’s hair now and while it was clear he was about to cum he was definitely showing restraint while thrusting and pulling at the other man’s hair. “You feel so good my dear, you’re going to make me…” he cut himself off with a low moan as he buried himself fully in the Brigadier’s mouth.
Yates watched the man’s throat work around the Doctor’s length and he could see him actively swallowing the man’s release.
Oh fuck, if he wasn’t hard before he was now.
The Doctor gently pulled his spent dick from his partner’s mouth. And after a few moments of recuperation he commented “You look gorgeous like that you know.” The Brigadier, now panting slightly, shook his head playfully. “Come here.” The Doctor requested helping the other man to his feet and back into his personal space.
They shared another kiss, much like their first one, except this time it was the Doctor tasting the Brigadier.
The scientist pulled away for a moment, licking his lips he said, “Now how about I help you out?” As he spoke his hand made quick work of the other man’s belt and soon he had him in a firm grasp. The Brigadier let out a near inaudible whine, clearly very close to his own release after having the other man’s dick in his mouth.
“Let me get you off.” The Doctor murmured against his neck. The Brigadier’s responding hum was a little pitchy as the Doctor swiped a thumb over his tip to gather as much pre-come as he could. He pumped him once or twice before tutting, and pulling his hand away.
The Brigadier, honest to God, whimpered at the loss of contact. “Doctor.” He bit out. “Not to worry darling, just need a bit of help is all.” He held his palm out to the Brigadier, who, after a stern look, promptly spat onto the offered hand. “Good boy.” The Doctor purred as his hand quickly went back to his partner’s cock.
Now lubricated the alien’s hand moved quickly up and down the Brigadier’s shaft. His other hand held the back of his neck, to allow him better access to the soldier’s throat. Where he licked and sucked bruises into the skin just below his collar line.
The Brigadier clutched at the Doctor, his own orgasm clearly creeping up on him. “Doctor… please.” He groaned as the man continued to touch him. “That’s it Alistair, let go for me.”
He did not need to be told twice, his hips twitched, bucking forward as he came in the Doctor’s hand. His hands clutching at the man’s waist.
They remained like that for a while just standing, holding each other. Yates realised everything else was nothing compared to how intrusive he felt now. He and Benton still stuck in the locker, playing voyeur, he was painfully hard and, he began to suspect, Benton was at some stage of arousal himself.
He felt disgusting and horny, the age old war between brain and dick happening all at once inside him.
The Doctor and Brigadier separated after having recovered and began to tuck themselves away, after the Doctor had wiped his hand on a nearby rag. And Yates made a quick mental note to never, ever touch any rag in the laboratory again.
“Was that your plan all along then? Bring me back here and see if you could get lucky?” The Brigadier questioned, the post-orgasm haze still lay comfortably in his expression.
“You always assume the worst my dear.” The Doctor chuckled, picked up his forgotten glass, downed it and then picked up the bottle. “Come along then, we can share the rest of this, and, perhaps something else back at yours.” He said with a wink, his hand going to the small of his companion’s back as he steered him to the door.
“You really are incorrigible Doctor.” The Brigadier chuckled. The door closed and the sound of footsteps faded as the two walked away.
Neither Yates nor Benton moved for about another 5 minutes.