Military Affairs Pt2
The Brigadier stumbled down the corridor away from the UNIT lab, what the Hell was he thinking? He was an officer in Her
Majesty's Army, and he was letting himself be seduced by
another man, not only another man but an alien from God knows where! UNIT had been set up to fight aliens, he was supposed
to defend Earth from them, not jump into bed with them! What
the blazes was wrong with him? He wasn't a pufter, not that he really had anything against them of course, his mother had
raised him to be an open minded man, that was partly what had got him the post as commander of UNIT. Damn the Doctor for
making him think like this. But even as he thought it, he knew he couldn't blame the Doctor. Maybe that sort of thing was normal
where he came from, how was he to know? Still, whatever his personal feelings may be, he was still a soldier, and soldiers
simply didn't do that sort of thing, especially not the Commanding officers of international organisations. He would
just have to learn to ignore such... urges. It was a shame
the Doctor was such an key figure in UNIT, otherwise perhaps he could arrange for him to be
transferred, "not that he's exactly official staff" he thought wryly. He glanced down at his watch
_23:39_ he noted, _long past bedtime when reveille is at 06:00__Not that sleep is likely to be on the cards tonight, time to
show the troops that the commander hasn't forgotten them_. He
headed off to check the duty rooms, a base like UNIT HQ never truly slept. It was a shame Captain Yates had been forced to
leave, he could do with a conversation with the young fellow,
although the man had had a fairly public thing for Jo Grant, the Brigadier had noticed towards the end of his time with UNIT a change
in attitude, and a habit of sidling off to suspicious looking clubs
when the UNIT Officers were out together. He's turned a blind eye to such things, partly because he tried to keep his nose
out of his men's private lives, but mostly out of a genuine liking
for the chap.
Alistair found his feet leading him back towards the lab as he roamed the base. As he'd walked he'd come to a number of
conclusions, he realised he couldn't ignore his thoughts anymore, he had tried for weeks now and it had very nearly led to a complete
breakdown in his relationship with the Doctor, and had badly affected his ability to lead, no, that wasn't an option. He had to either face
his...feelings or resign from the Army. And he didn't like the idea of that all. He was a soldier, that was really all he knew. He
joined as a Commissioned Officer straight out of college, he came from
a military family and had never considered another option. No, he would have to sort things out with the Doctor. He took a deep breath
and opened the doors to the lab. The Doctor sitting calmly at his bench, working on some gadget or other, he looked completely composed
for a moment Alistair panicked: Had he entirely misread the Doctor?
As the Doctor looked up and smiled he knew his fears had been unfounded,
the Doctor *did* feel the same way, and what was more, he didn't appear to be at all flustered by it. Well if he wasn't then neither would
he be, he was British after all.
"I thought you might come back. I was getting worried, I was about to start looking for you"
"Hide 'n' seek in the corridors of UNIT HQ eh?"
"Hmmm, the idea has a certain appeal, but I suspect it might cause a few
"You're probably right. Wouldn't do for the troops to see the CO enjoying
himself now would it?" There was a smile on the Brigadier' face as he said it, but it carried an important message.
"Perhaps you're right." The message was received and understood.
"So then why are you here? If you don't like the idea of hide 'n'seek..."
The Brigadier drew a step nearer. He had intended to sit down and talk things through like a civilised man, but his brain appeared to be taking
a back seat in matters tonight. Civilisation be damned. "There are others games for two"
"Really? How good at them are you?"
"I don't know, but I'm a fast learner, I'm sure I'll.... Pick it up as I go along?"
They were almost touching now, Alistair leaning down over the still seated Doctor. The Doctor stood up suddenly, pressing himself against
the shorter man, he ran his hands up the other man's side, pulling him close as his arms encircled his waist,
pressing his lips against Alistair's, forcing his tongue into his mouth, exploring every
inch. Alistair was temporarily stunned, and stood for a moment taking in the new experience, he was surprised to find the rough
feeling of stubble against his cheek such a turn on, he felt his cock hardening in response to the contact, he pressed himself harder
against the Doctor and began kissing back with an almost violent passion, his hands roaming all over the Doctor's body, simply enjoying
the feeling of what he had dreamed of for so long. He could feel the Doctor's dick pressing against this thigh, mirroring his own, which was
now desperately straining for release from his stiff uniform trousers.
He began to rub himself against the Doctor, frantically trying to gain release.
"Patience Alistair, patience" smiled the Doctor.
The Brigadier started, what was he, an inexperienced teenager? Had he no
control? _No probably not_ he thought. "What do you suggest?"
"Somewhere more comfortable?"
"My quarters are on the other side of HQ" _please don't suggest that, I really
don't think I can keep my hands off you for that long.
The Doctor seemed to read the Brigaider's thoughts. "I was thinking more of the TARDIS. Come along"
The Doctor took Alistair by the hand, and led him over to the blue box in
the corner. "There are all sorts of delights in here" he whispered, a playful glint
in his eye.
"Really? I'm intrigued"
"Step in to my palour..."
"Really Doctor, that is *the* worst pick up line I've *ever* heard"
"I'm sorry, I thought I'd already picked you up"
"So cut out the bad lines then!"
"Better uses for tongues?"
"Exactly" So saying, he pulled the Doctor into another deep kiss, enjoying
being the instigator this time.
"mmmm, I see what you mean. Come in then" He stepped aside, leaving room
for Alistair to pass him, but not without pressing up against him. As he
passed the Doctor grabbed his arse, kissing him again, ramming him up against the TARDIS wall. This time it was his actions that carried a note
of urgency. He pressed himself tightly against Alistair, bucking his hips
"Now who needs patience?" Inquired Alistair, breaking the kiss after what
seemed like an age.
The Doctor only response was a low growl, as he began to search for the other
man's flies. Alistair took the hint, and reciprocated, all thoughts of a bed
forgotten. The Doctor found what he was looking for, and Alistair gasped with
pleasure as his straining cock was released and the Doctor began to stroke and
fondle with skill acquired over nearly seven hundred years. Alistair began
to buck his hips in time with the Doctor's ministrations. The Doctor smiled
at the effect his fingers alone were having on him, then suddenly, without
warning dropped to his knees and took the whole length in his mouth. The
Brigadier cried out at the sudden change in sensation, and nearly came right
The Doctor pushed Alistair's trousers further down, his hands sliding down his thighs, then rising again to cup his balls. The
Brigadier let out a low moan as the Doctor began to fondle his balls, whilst continuing to suck
and swirl his tongue around Alistair's long, mow rock solid and hot length.
He rolled his tongue around Alistair's head, enjoying the little gasps and
moans of pleasure his actions elicited from the (much) younger man. The action
of his hips became more urgent as he climbed towards his climax. The Doctor
read the signals and began to bob his head in time with the motion, all the time
sucking harder, allowing his teeth to gently rake along the shaft. As Alistair
grew closer, he began to massage the underside of the base, tracing tight whorls
with his finger tips. Alistair let out a loud cry as he came and he lost all
grip on his mind. The Doctor drank greedily, enjoying the sensation of Alistair's hot seed spurting down his throat, savouring it's salty taste.
Alistair sunk to the floor, spent, heart thumping against his chest, mind reeling at what he had just done. The Doctor leant forward, allowing
him to taste himself on his lips. They embraced, sprawled on the TARDIS floor,
but without the energy to move themselves.
"Your turn" growled Alistair, as he returned to unfastening the Doctor's flies.
He'd never made love to a man before, but he knew what he enjoyed........
End part 2