What Happened After "Cut!" (RPS, John/David, NC-17)
Title: What Happened After "Cut!"
Prompt: Photodrabble
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who RPS
Characters: Simm/Tennant
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1114
Contains: canon bondage
Warnings: RPS, RPF - Don’t like, Don’t read.
Prompt Photo:
After the director called “cut”, the assistants came over to unstrap David from the bondage device. John gave him a quick wink and said, “I’ve got it.”
David’s eyes went wide, afraid someone on set would pick up on what was going on between him and John after hours. He tried to shake his head no, but the straps prevented him from doing so and the gag kept him from making more than a muffled, ‘no’.
John leaned in like he’d done during the take, inches away from David’s ear and whispered, “Do you know what I’d like to do to you right now?”
David swallowed, afraid John would do something embarrassing. But if he squirmed and tried to get away, he might make more noise or even knock the entire chair over, and that would definitely be embarrassing.
John unfastened the strap around David’s chest first, his hand dragging across it slowly. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” John whispered. “The way this strap is, I’d tweak your nipples nice and hard, just the way you like it.”
It was bad enough that throughout the shoot, David had been fighting a battle (and losing) to keep from getting hard at John’s turn as the Master. It was as bad as when he used to watch Anthony Ainley and Peter Davison go at it when he was a horny kid. Only now it was him and John. And if John didn’t stop with the breathy whispers and the touching, well those pinstripes were definitely getting tighter.
Everyone on set was busy breaking down for the night (or either they were politely looking away), so no one was really watching when John ran his hand over David’s erection as he unfastened the belt across his lap. No one heard David gasp behind his gag.
That was the next strap to go. “You have such a pretty mouth,” John whispered. “Looks so good when it’s wrapped around my cock.”
David bit back a moan and closed his eyes. “Get on with it,” he said quietly between clenched teeth.
John just gave him a smirk. A Master smirk, like he’d done while filming. David’s hips shifted uncontrollably.
“You going to be good and stay put until I finish?” John asked.
David tried to nod, but the strap still held his head in position. “Yes,” he whispered. “Come on, though. I want to get to my trailer.” He gave John a smile.
“When I’m done with you,” John said, as he unbuckled another strap, letting his hand run across David’s leg sensuously.
His legs at last untied except for the ankles, David was able to let them relax and not have to hold them together so tightly. He let them fall spread and John immediately stepped between them.
“John…” David said warningly.
“So?” he said with a shrug. “Nobody here cares.”
“There are photographers on set,” David said, a little panicked as John leaned in closer, ostensibly to unfasten the strap around his forehead, but just enough that he was brushing against David’s crotch.
John stayed there as he unbuckled the straps on David’s arms. “If you don’t make a fuss about it no one will suspect a thing.” John bent over to undo the strap around David’s ankle. He leaned his head in and bumped it gently against David’s erection. “It’d be fun to go down on you like this,” he said, looking up and grinning, his face so close David couldn’t help raising his hips and making a little groan.
“Get on with it, dammit,” he hissed.
John laughed. “Last one.” He laughed again, nodding his head in the direction of David’s crotch. “Careful of that thing when you stand up.”
“Bastard,” David muttered, smiling. He slid off the bondage chair carefully, adjusting his trousers, but as tightly as they were fitted, it was difficult to hide his arousal.
“Trailer or costume first?” John asked.
David sighed. Everyone was getting ready to leave, it wouldn’t be fair to the costumers to keep them there, waiting for his and John’s costumes to be returned. Still, if he showed up in this state, his dresser would have a heart attack, the poor lady. “Supply closet,” David said.
John laughed and followed him to the little room in the hall that was on the way to the costume department.
It was dark and musty, but had a latch on the inside. Who ever put it there, had used it for assignations before. David unzipped his trousers and pushed them and his pants down.
John knelt down and took David’s cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before taking it into his mouth. David shuddered and gasped. John stopped and looked up, chuckling. “Quiet, someone will hear.”
David reached down and grabbed the back of John’s head, pulling him in. “You got me this way, now do something about it.”
John looked up at David and licked his lips, a twinkle in his eye.
“Dammit, John,” David groaned. “Please?”
John’s hand stroked David’s shaft, sliding his foreskin back. He swirled his tongue over the head of his prick and David let out a sigh of relief, the sound only to be replaced by a low moan as John took the knob into the heat of his mouth. In the closet like this, David fought to stay quiet, something that was beginning to become increasingly difficult as John swallowed more and more of him deeper into his throat. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it, holding in the cries of pleasure that threatened to escape. He stroked the back of John’s head, grabbing his hair - longer now than last time - and gently guiding him to all of his most sensitive places. But John remembered all of them and soon David was pressing both his hands flat against the wall, desperate to grab something to steady himself, fighting not to scream out as he came in John’s mouth.
John wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, licking them clean. He stood up. Good thing his costume was supposed to be all dusty and dirty, because the knees were definitely that way now. He stood up and gave David a smirk. “Trailer right after costume,” he said, pulling David down into a kiss. “You’ve got me in a little bit of a state now.”
“Oh your poor costume lady,” David said.
John shrugged. “She’ll love it.” He slowly opened the door, looking up and down the hall. “Coast is clear,” he said and David followed him.
On their way to costume, neither of them could keep their their fingers from just lightly brushing the other’s as they walked.
Prompt: Photodrabble
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who RPS
Characters: Simm/Tennant
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1114
Contains: canon bondage
Warnings: RPS, RPF - Don’t like, Don’t read.
Prompt Photo:
After the director called “cut”, the assistants came over to unstrap David from the bondage device. John gave him a quick wink and said, “I’ve got it.”
David’s eyes went wide, afraid someone on set would pick up on what was going on between him and John after hours. He tried to shake his head no, but the straps prevented him from doing so and the gag kept him from making more than a muffled, ‘no’.
John leaned in like he’d done during the take, inches away from David’s ear and whispered, “Do you know what I’d like to do to you right now?”
David swallowed, afraid John would do something embarrassing. But if he squirmed and tried to get away, he might make more noise or even knock the entire chair over, and that would definitely be embarrassing.
John unfastened the strap around David’s chest first, his hand dragging across it slowly. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” John whispered. “The way this strap is, I’d tweak your nipples nice and hard, just the way you like it.”
It was bad enough that throughout the shoot, David had been fighting a battle (and losing) to keep from getting hard at John’s turn as the Master. It was as bad as when he used to watch Anthony Ainley and Peter Davison go at it when he was a horny kid. Only now it was him and John. And if John didn’t stop with the breathy whispers and the touching, well those pinstripes were definitely getting tighter.
Everyone on set was busy breaking down for the night (or either they were politely looking away), so no one was really watching when John ran his hand over David’s erection as he unfastened the belt across his lap. No one heard David gasp behind his gag.
That was the next strap to go. “You have such a pretty mouth,” John whispered. “Looks so good when it’s wrapped around my cock.”
David bit back a moan and closed his eyes. “Get on with it,” he said quietly between clenched teeth.
John just gave him a smirk. A Master smirk, like he’d done while filming. David’s hips shifted uncontrollably.
“You going to be good and stay put until I finish?” John asked.
David tried to nod, but the strap still held his head in position. “Yes,” he whispered. “Come on, though. I want to get to my trailer.” He gave John a smile.
“When I’m done with you,” John said, as he unbuckled another strap, letting his hand run across David’s leg sensuously.
His legs at last untied except for the ankles, David was able to let them relax and not have to hold them together so tightly. He let them fall spread and John immediately stepped between them.
“John…” David said warningly.
“So?” he said with a shrug. “Nobody here cares.”
“There are photographers on set,” David said, a little panicked as John leaned in closer, ostensibly to unfasten the strap around his forehead, but just enough that he was brushing against David’s crotch.
John stayed there as he unbuckled the straps on David’s arms. “If you don’t make a fuss about it no one will suspect a thing.” John bent over to undo the strap around David’s ankle. He leaned his head in and bumped it gently against David’s erection. “It’d be fun to go down on you like this,” he said, looking up and grinning, his face so close David couldn’t help raising his hips and making a little groan.
“Get on with it, dammit,” he hissed.
John laughed. “Last one.” He laughed again, nodding his head in the direction of David’s crotch. “Careful of that thing when you stand up.”
“Bastard,” David muttered, smiling. He slid off the bondage chair carefully, adjusting his trousers, but as tightly as they were fitted, it was difficult to hide his arousal.
“Trailer or costume first?” John asked.
David sighed. Everyone was getting ready to leave, it wouldn’t be fair to the costumers to keep them there, waiting for his and John’s costumes to be returned. Still, if he showed up in this state, his dresser would have a heart attack, the poor lady. “Supply closet,” David said.
John laughed and followed him to the little room in the hall that was on the way to the costume department.
It was dark and musty, but had a latch on the inside. Who ever put it there, had used it for assignations before. David unzipped his trousers and pushed them and his pants down.
John knelt down and took David’s cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before taking it into his mouth. David shuddered and gasped. John stopped and looked up, chuckling. “Quiet, someone will hear.”
David reached down and grabbed the back of John’s head, pulling him in. “You got me this way, now do something about it.”
John looked up at David and licked his lips, a twinkle in his eye.
“Dammit, John,” David groaned. “Please?”
John’s hand stroked David’s shaft, sliding his foreskin back. He swirled his tongue over the head of his prick and David let out a sigh of relief, the sound only to be replaced by a low moan as John took the knob into the heat of his mouth. In the closet like this, David fought to stay quiet, something that was beginning to become increasingly difficult as John swallowed more and more of him deeper into his throat. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it, holding in the cries of pleasure that threatened to escape. He stroked the back of John’s head, grabbing his hair - longer now than last time - and gently guiding him to all of his most sensitive places. But John remembered all of them and soon David was pressing both his hands flat against the wall, desperate to grab something to steady himself, fighting not to scream out as he came in John’s mouth.
John wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, licking them clean. He stood up. Good thing his costume was supposed to be all dusty and dirty, because the knees were definitely that way now. He stood up and gave David a smirk. “Trailer right after costume,” he said, pulling David down into a kiss. “You’ve got me in a little bit of a state now.”
“Oh your poor costume lady,” David said.
John shrugged. “She’ll love it.” He slowly opened the door, looking up and down the hall. “Coast is clear,” he said and David followed him.
On their way to costume, neither of them could keep their their fingers from just lightly brushing the other’s as they walked.