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by Mydeira (mydeira)
at May 1st, 2007 (05:45 pm)

It's been awhile and a meh sort of week, so why not put up something hot and dirtybadwrong to brighten things up?


Title: Distraction
Author: Mydeira
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Phone calls are very dangerous things.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, but, god, a girl can dream, can’t she? No harm intended.
A/N: Inspired by David’s moment of hesitation and wide-eyed reaction on The Graham Norton Show.


David had felt like a deer caught in the bloody damned headlights. He froze, literally froze when Graham made the comment about he and John in the TARDIS. Oh, he’d recovered well enough. But that moment of hesitation, on camera, was very, very bad indeed.

On-set affairs were nothing new for him. Hell, it was part of the whole experience after all. Leading questions from interviewers were nothing new, either. It was just that, well, he didn’t really know.

Grabbing his mobile from the nightstand, David debated for only a moment before ringing up John.

He answered after the third ring. “So, did you finally meet the Proclaimers?”

David couldn’t help but grin. “I did, fortunately for Graham.”

“Yeah, getting screwed over twice would have sucked.” There were rustling ends from the other end of the line as John presumedly settled somewhere. “How did the show go? Graham didn’t get you into too much trouble, did he?”

No, managed plenty of that on my own, David thought. He told John, “Well, there was the charming personal ad he placed for me in Gloryhole magazine that actually got a response. Remember the ‘Hello, I’m David, I’ll be taking you from behind’ bit I did while filming Casanova? Yeah, he used that.”

John snorted. “And you only got one response?”

“Bit disappointing, that. I was expecting at least a dozen,” David said dryly.

“Had you call the guy, didn’t he?”

“The poor bastard’s going to be pissed as hell he let his answer phone pick up. But enough about me,” David changed the subject. “What sort of trouble have you been getting yourself into?”

“None at all, believe it or not. I’m enjoying the quiet of a night off from the grind of the circuit.”

“See, being in the supporting role does have its advantages. I’d kill for a night off,” he sighed.

“David, you were going crazy when you were on break. You’re more of attention whore than I am. And that’s saying something.”

“Oi! That’s low, Barrowman, real low.”

“But you’re not denying it,” John snickered.

“It’s still low,” David threw back.

“I can go much lower,” John said enticingly.

David felt his cock stir with interest at the change in John’s voice. Friendly to foreplay in no point two seconds, and he succeeded at it every time. It was a gift.

“I know you can. Wouldn’t mind it much now,” he finally replied. He could use the distraction. Even if said distraction was part of his problem. “You’re down in Cardiff, aren’t you?”

“And not due back up in London until Sunday.”

“Bollocks.”

David knew John was grinning that killer grin of his when he spoke. “So that’s why you called.”

“Not entirely, no.”

“It’s been what, three days?”

David glanced at the clock. “Closer to four, actually.”

“Darn these busy schedules of ours.”

“I think I got spoiled by the shoot.”

“We both got spoiled by the shoot.”

They both lapsed into silence.

Then John said, “Scott’s out of town until Monday.”

“Sophia’s off doing another shoot in…bugger me if I can recall. She’s gone until Easter.”

“I’m much more in the mood to suck you off at the moment .”

John’s mouth all hot and knowing with that wicked tongue of his… David groaned. “You, sir, are evil.”

“I do my best.” There was a chuckle. “And since when am I ‘sir’?”

“Since you’re taking the first train up tomorrow.” It wasn’t a request.

“Shouldn’t I be the one giving the orders, then?”

“You can give all the orders you like once you get up here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, he did like that. David settled back more comfortably against his headboard and toyed with the ties on his sleep pants. “Now, you mentioned something about wanting to suck me off.”

“Can’t wait until tomorrow, can you?” John sounded far too pleased by that.

“John,” he warned.

“Alright.” David would wager good money that the other man was smirking. “What are you wearing?”

“Sleep pants.”

“David.”

“I’ve a good mind to hang up and get myself off.”

“You’re getting yourself off regardless. This way’s just a hell of a lot more fun.” John waited a moment before asking again in his most commanding voice, “What are you wearing, David?”

He could play with the best of them. “Those ancient flannel jim-jam bottoms of mine. The red and white ones. Well, more pink and white by this point. They’ve got a hole in the right pocket. Frayed at the bottom.”

“I like those.”

“Sophia despises them. Caught her trying to pitch them once.”

“Scott finally tossed my blue plaid ones last year. Didn’t talk to him for nearly a week.”

“Rightly, so.”

“So, worn flannel bottoms and what else?”

“Not a blessed thing.”

“Perfect.”

“How about you, Barrowman?” David turned the tables.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Come on, John, even you’re not that big of an exhibitionist.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Alright, you are. But it still sounds like a cop out to me.”

“I’d just gotten out of the shower when you called.”

“There’d be a towel.”

“The towel isn’t technically on anymore. Hasn’t been for about…” he considered, “five minutes.”

“You’ve been wanking yourself this entire time, haven’t you?”

“Possibly…”

“You’re a pervert, Barrowman.”

“And you love it.”

Yeah, he did. “Right, then, where were we?”

“Well, you were just about to take advantage of that convenient hole in your pocket.”

“It’s not that big.”

“Make it that big.”

“John, I am not ripping my favorite sleep pants for the sake of a good wank.”

“Yes you are. Or I’m not coming up tomorrow.”

“I hate you,” David growled as he proceeded to make the hole in his pocket considerably larger.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”

David ignored him. “Now what?”

“Now you probably want to get out your ear piece. This is going to require both hands.”

“I threw it out,” David mumbled.

“You threw it out? Why?” John sounded perplexed.

“You saw the Cybermen episodes.”

There was a hearty chuckle from John’s end. “Oh, Christ, David, you can’t be serious.”

“Those Bluetooth things are bloody scary.”

“I am so not letting you live that one down,” John teased. “We’ll stick with one hand. Don’t want you getting a crick in your neck and ruining the fun.”

“You’re too kind,” David replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“More than you know. Now put your hand through your pocket and wrap your fingers around your cock. Wrap them. No pressure.”

“Aren’t we particular.” But David did as instructed, but even the faintest contact of skin to cock was enough to make him catch his breath.

More laughter from John’s side. “How hard are you, David?”

“Hard enough that if you don’t start something soon I might come down there and beat you with something that you won’t enjoy.”

“So, hard but not quite desperately so. I can go with that.”

“You don’t have to sound so bloody amused about it.”

“David, you’re aching for a good, hard fucking and too stubborn to come out and say it…I have every right to be amused.”

“John, please,” he said, fighting the urge to just go ahead and jerk himself off and be done with it.

John seemed to take pity on him. “Slow strokes, David. Nice and easy.”

David complied, stroking up and down in time to the cadence of John’s voice.

“Tighten your grip just a little. We don’t want too much friction yet.” John was enjoying this entirely too much.

It was just enough of a change to make things a bit more interesting. The new grip brought his foreskin into play—catch, slip, return and repeat. He extended his movements, going up over the head of his cock, grabbing some of the moisture there and going back down.

He was really starting to get into things when John’s voice broke in. “David? You still there, or did I lose you?”

It took a moment for David to find his voice. “Still here.” His rhythm slipped slightly. “Bit like walking and chewing gum this.”

“Takes practice.” There was maybe a slight breathlessness to his voice, but otherwise, John sound perfectly normal. “You’d be amazed at what you can do while on the phone, and the person on the other end is none the wiser.”

“You’ve probably managed entire conversations with your mother while getting fucked.”

“Not with my mother. Even I have my limits. Now,” John returned to the task at hand, “we need to pick up the pace some. Self-deprivation has never been one of my strengths.”

David moved his hand faster, tightening his fingers as he worked his cock. Soon he was arching into his own touch.

“Just think how much better this would have been if you were using two hands. The things I could make you do to yourself…”

David swallowed. “Fuck you, Barrowman.”

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” John’s voice dropped, becoming rough around the edges. “You probably won’t even let me get much past the door tomorrow, will you? Barely a ‘Hello, John,’ and I’m face first against the wall, jeans at my ankles and your cock buried balls deep in my ass. Hard and fast, pounding me against the wall with enough force to knock the pictures from their hooks and make the neighbors wonder what in the hell you’re up to now. That’s what you’re going to do, David. A quick, rough fuck in your hall, pounding into me until I’m crying out your name, coming so hard that—”

David lost the rest as he climaxed, hot come spilling over, coating his fingers and completely soaking the front of his pants.

There was a grunt and a “Fuck, yeah,” from John on the other end.

Only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the silence on the line for several moments afterward.

“The mouth on you,” David said finally.

“I only speak the truth,” John replied, sounding utterly sated.

“Your ass is mine, Barrowman,” David informed him.

“Don’t you know it. Night, David.”

“First thing tomorrow,” David reminded him before switching off.

God, that was just what he’d needed. Well, not exactly, but it sure as hell did the trick. But tomorrow would bring what he needed. At least, he’d sleep well tonight. And all it cost him was his favorite sleep pants. There were worse sacrifices.

Comments

Posted by: Scarlett Girl (scarlettgirl)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
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SO DRRRTY! You bad girl. ;)

That Norton Show was just a gift, you know?

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)

It really was, wasn't it? :) So much good pron from that appearance.

Posted by: Cheesygirl (cheesygirl)
Posted at: May 4th, 2007 02:47 am (UTC)
Doctor phone Cheesygirl

::is ded::

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: May 4th, 2007 10:54 am (UTC)

Hee. Thank you. :)

Posted by: zenalee (zenalee)
Posted at: May 6th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)

ohh my that was hot! somebody open a window!!!

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: May 6th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)

Thanks! :)

Posted by: karaokegal (karaokegal)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
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Ohhhhhh baaabbbeeeee!!! This plays to one of my major fic kinks and is brilliantly well done.

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 11:06 pm (UTC)

Hee. Thanks!

Posted by: otp_alert (otp_alert)
Posted at: March 25th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)

OMG phone sex!:is ded:

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