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Closer	By : Lunadeath02 Category: Individual Celebrities > David Tennant Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know David Tennant. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Closer
Pairings: John Simm/David Tennant, Simon Pegg
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: slash, AU, RPS, voyeurism, possible threesome
Notes: This was supposed to become a threesome, but instead John decided he was going to be possessive with David. Hmph, boys anyway! But maybe there will be threesome in the future.
Title idea is a song by Nine Inch Nails.
John Simm is know as the Master in the new Doctor Who and is also known from Life on Mars and The Lakes, and Simon Pegg stars in Hot Fuzz, Spaced, and Shaun of the Dead.
.-.

The scenery looked amazing; just brilliant. It’s been a while since he’d set foot on the Doctor Who set, and the geek in him cheered. It would be even more amazing if he could come back for another show, even if he was just an extra.

It looked like they were wrapping up a scene, so he stayed there, behind one of the cameras and watched. David Tennant was being taken off this wire harness from when he’d been in the air, and John Simm was doing the final touches on a scene where he was cowering from the Doctor. He remembered working with Simm in Spaced. Simm had aged very well.

David was the first to spot him.

“Simon, hey!” David rushed toward him, enveloping him in his arms. “How are you?”

Simon felt short compare to David.

“Good, and I’d be better if I could breathe.”

“Oh, right,” said David sheepishly, letting go of him. “Sorry, mate. Look at you!” He clasped his hands on Simon’s shoulders, holding him at arms length. “You’re gaining stardom! How’s it feel?”

“Pretty good, actually. Although, there are some times that I don’t feel up to being in the spotlight.”

“You sound like John,” David grinned.

“Oh, that’s an awful thought!”

They laughed.

“What’re you laughing about?”

“John!” Simon said, grinning. “There’s me old mucker!” He grabbed John into a giant bear hug. “Haven’t seen you in quite a while! Well, besides on screen.”

John smiled, politely releasing Simon from his person. “Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I saw Hot Fuzz, though. It was brilliant.”

“Aw, shucks… you’re just saying that…”

“Hey! What about me?” said David, pouting slightly.

“You’re good too, Davey,” Simon ruffled David’s hair. David grinned and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, embarrassed.

If Simon wasn’t watching them carefully enough he might have missed the subtle jerk of John’s body and his hand inching over to brush against David’s hand. Simon looked up into their faces; was John… jealous?

“So, how’ve you two been? Working together, I mean.” Simon asked.

“Oh, it’s been great, really,” said David, still grinning. “Brilliant, actually. It’s a lot easier for us to…”

John elbowed him, stopping him mid-sentence, and David switched gears immediately. “Er, I mean, yeah, it’s been brilliant; really fun.”

“Easier for you to what?” Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ignore him,” said John. “It’s break time now, so let’s have some tea.”

“All right,” said David. “Will you join us, Simon?”

“Sure. Why not?”

During tea break, Simon, John, and David laughed (mostly David), ranted (mostly John), and talked about the movie industry and other actors and films. Simon had been watching the new Doctor Who since David’s been in it, and had seen The Lakes, Life on Mars, and Miranda that John had been in.

David admitted to watching Spaced, as well as Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead. Simon and John talked about Spaced (in which John had a small part in as a drug dealer) and other amusing aspects of it, and David laughed at everything he found funny they’ve been joking about.

Simon had noticed during one of David’s bursts of laughter that John’s hand had touched David’s and stayed there a bit too long until he realized what he was doing and yanked it away. He made it look as if he were reaching for his teacup. Curious, Simon pretended to drop his spoon and bent down to pick it up.

It was just as he suspected he’d see: David and John’s thighs were touching and they were crossed at the ankles. He sat back up.

“All right, when did you two hook up?” he asked.

“Huh?” said David, face slowly reddening.

“What do you mean?” said John, doing a good job looking innocent, but he moved away from David as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. Simon grinned.

“Don’t lie to me now. I saw your legs; they’re wrapped around each other so tight it’s a wonder you have any circulation left to play footsie.”

“All right, you caught us,” said John, sighing. “We haven’t told everyone yet.”

“But you were going to tell me some point in time, right?” said Simon.

“Er, yeah, some time.”

Simon looked at David. “Were you?”

“Er…” said David.

“Look,” said John. “We agreed to keep it as quiet as possible for as long as we can, so we don’t want you telling anyone.”

“Yeah, the tabloids would have a field day,” said David. “How would it look, the Doctor and the Master in a loving relationship?”

Simon ogled them. “How loving?”

David smiled and blushed, and John grasped David’s hand tightly.

“Very loving,” said John, unabashed. David ducked his head and stared at their joined hands.

Simon smiled. “Sweet. So, who all knows?”

“A couple writers on the show, and Russell,” said John.

“Any other actors?” Simon asked.

“Barrowman,” said John. “Billie Piper, and Noel Clarke.”

“Barrowman and Billie kind of helped us get together,” said David.

“Oh?” said Simon.

“They noticed the way we were toward each other, while we were rather oblivious,” said John.

“We would’ve noticed some day,” said David. “We’re not that stupid.”

“It would have taken us longer, though,” said John.

“True,” said David.

Simon held up his teacup. “Well then, a toast to your loving relationship.”

David and John raised their cups, smiling.

“To us,” said John as he stared at David.

“To us,” said David, blushing.

.-.

Break was over and David and John had to go back to work. Simon hung around to watch them act. He’d always admired Simm’s acting talent and he’d grown to love Tennant’s acting abilities as the new Doctor. He remembered seeing bits of Casanova, but didn’t know this young new star at the time. He’d also seen Tennant in the fourth Harry Potter film as a bad guy. Now seeing him as the good Doctor was a brilliant change.

Tennant really was pretty oral too. As the scene playing out before him, Simon was daydreaming about the times when the Doctor used his mouth or tongue to taste things, or when he licked his fingers, or licked foreign objects… it was quite a distraction.

But now, the Doctor was floating in the air, telling the Master he was sorry, and the Master was powerless to stop him. Simon focused on them, amazed on how they became their characters so seamlessly. That was something he remembered about Simm; he was always good as what role he played.

It was finally the end of the day’s shooting, and everyone scurried to their usual dressing rooms or trailers. Simon followed David and John to David’s trailer. Simon had rented out a flat in the city, but he was in no hurry to get back. When there was no one else around, David and John held hands as they walked. Simon felt a little envious.

“Don’t know why you’d want to hang out with us,” John said to Simon. “We might make you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s all right,” said Simon as humbly as possible. “I’m used to it.”

“We don’t want you to feel left out, though,” said David, winking, opening his trailer door.

Anticipation soared through him at those words, and he followed them inside. David immediately went to lie down on the small bunk bed, and John, out of habit, put a pot of tea on the little range. Simon sat on the little armchair on the other side of the trailer.

“You can sit over here,” David offered, seemingly getting over most of his embarrassment and patting the bed next to him. John turned suddenly and gave David a look.

Simon didn’t catch the look and moved over to sit by David. It would be rude to not take the invitation, wouldn’t it?

“David,” said John in a husky voice. It sent shivers down Simon’s spine.

“Yes?” said David innocently, batting his eyes. John looked at Simon, then at David, and David seemed to understand the silent communication because he tried to grin at John as sweetly as he could. God, the possessive look in John’s eyes gave Simon goosebumps.

“Come over here, love,” David whispered, eyes playful and smirk wicked.

Simon moved down to sit more on the end of the bed as John went to David; he sat right next to him and leaned down to give David a possessive and dominate kiss. Simon stared, both fascinated and surprised by the sight. He’d seen men kiss before, but never this raw, or this close. Last time he’d seen any gay couple snogging had been in the movie theatre, and he couldn’t remember what movie he’d been watching.

To say he was curious was an understatement.

He continued to watch as John devoured David’s mouth; all tongue, lips, and teeth. It was actually very hot; John and David were both very attractive men. He suddenly realized he was hard, and he crossed his legs.

He watched John’s hand roam David’s chest, play with his nipples, and rub at his stomach. David hummed softly in John’s mouth, and then John bit down lightly on David’s bottom lip. David gasped. John straddled David’s body, and David arched his hips up. Simon kept on staring; he saw David’s hands on John’s hips, and David raised his knees. John lowered his face and snogged David into the pillow. David’s hands moved up and down John’s back.

“Wait,” David panted. “Wait.”

“What is it?” John asked.

“Simon’s still here.”

John stopped. Apparently he was so focused on David he forgot they weren’t alone. He looked back.

“Oh, right, sorry. I didn’t mean to forget.”

“It’s quite all right,” Simon said. “I’m actually enjoying the show.”

He couldn’t believe he just admitted to that. John and David were obviously stunned by his remark.

“Are you gay by any chance?” John asked.

“Er… no?” said Simon.

“Oh really?” said John, eyebrow raised.

“Well… maybe a little,” said Simon, putting his forefinger and thumb an inch apart.

“Bi-curious?” said David.

“Um, yes?”

They laughed.

“If it gets uncomfortable, let us know,” said John, and then went back attending to David’s needs. David moaned as John nibbled at his ear, and David squeezed at the sides of John’s body.

Simon’s jeans felt too tight and he had to readjust them. The show they put on was almost erotic, even if all he could see was John’s back and David’s arms and legs.

When John bent down to lick and kiss at David’s neck, he got a nice view of John’s arse in his tight jeans, and a nice earful of David’s sighs and whimpers.

David’s been waiting for this for quite a while, Simon gathered, because of the way he was moaning and writhing beneath John. John didn’t have to do much, and David was squirming and mewing like a cat in heat; rubbing against John whenever John did something particularly good.

John’s voice was a cross between a low baritone and a whisper.

“You want it, don’t you?”

And not only did it affect David, but Simon as well.

David grasped both of John’s arse cheeks and tried to get him closer. Simon had never seen David act like this before; then again, he didn’t know David like John did.

“Please,” said David, panting hard. John lowered his head again, and Simon heard the wet sound of lips on lips, but lightly, and then lips on skin. David arched his lower half up and tried to press himself against John, but John was having none of it and held David down. David whined irritably, rocking back and forth as he tried to make a connection with John’s body. John pushed David’s thighs apart with his knees and rested David’s calves on his biceps. David gasped, whimpered, and repeated John’s name over and over like a mantra.

John teased, rubbing himself slightly over the stretched fabric of David’s trousers where his crotch was, but there was no real contact. The hands on John’s arse tightened, knuckles white, as they tried to bring John closer.

Simon swallowed a lump in his throat.

“You’ll get it when I say you will,” said John, voice hard and domineering. “Understand?”

“John,” David pleaded.

John’s shoulders tensed, and then just one did as he put most of his weight on one arm, bringing the other one down. Simon edged a bit closer, peering around John’s elbow to see what he was doing. John was undoing the buttons on David’s shirt with just the one hand. David’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes were trained on John’s face. For a minute, John looked just like the Master.

John got half of the buttons undone, and slid his hand under the shirt. David sharply inhaled and his stomach sucked in. John smiled.

“What are you?” he said gravelly.

“Yours,” whispered David.

“What was that?” said John more sternly, pinching David’s nipple. David hissed.

“Yours!” David said more loudly. He tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Look at me, David,” John demanded.

David obeyed.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” said David.

“Who?” John growled, pushing David’s shirt up.

“You,” David said louder. “John Simm.”

“Who do you belong to?” John said louder, tone stronger.

“John Ronald Simm!”

“Correct,” John growled triumphantly, and then kissed David hard and passionately. David kissed back with as much enthusiasm as he could.

Simon was embarrassed to find that he was drooling. He quickly wiped at his bottom lip.

Finally, John sat back on his haunches and pulled down David’s trousers. David happily complied, lifting his hips to allow John to remove them, and then they were flung to the floor. Next, David’s underwear, and then his shirt was ripped open the rest of the way, buttons flying in the air. His shirt lay open and his socks bunched unevenly around his ankles.

John unzipped his fly and took out his cock. David sunk more into the mattress and spread his legs; one hand clutching the side of the bed and the other holding onto the headboard. John’s arm quickly moved up and down, stroking himself.

“Wider,” he ordered. David obeyed.

“More,” John hissed. He smacked one of David’s arse cheeks. “Up!”

David raised his hips, and then John placed a pillow under him.

John moved forward on his knees, and then the arm holding his cock moved slightly. Simon craned his neck more.

John pushed forward, David gasped, open-mouthed and squeaky; he tilted his head, neck bending and Adam’s apple bobbing. John slowly continued to push into David, and David made sounds that went straight to Simon’s cock. John held David’s knees steady, arse clenching, as he moved slowly. David raised up to meet him, bit by bit. Then John suddenly rushed forward, and David cried out.

Without missing a beat, John began to thrust in and out, sliding on the bed sheets; the bed shaking with each forceful thrust. David continuously whimpered and moaned, digging his nails into John’s forearms. John’s tie swung back and forth.

Simon touched himself as he watched. He couldn’t see where they connected, but the act in of itself and the knowledge of what they were doing was enough.

Soon, David was moving with John, meeting him, demanding from him. John gave up all pretense and quickened his pace, pinning David to the mattress. David wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders, and John bent down, pressed him firmly into the bed, and fucked with abandon. David panted and screamed. Simon wanked faster.

John touched David, and it was the breaking point. David’s face screwed up and his mouth opened to let out a silent scream as he came over and over on John’s fist. John kept rocking as David became spent. Harder and deeper, uneven, wild thrusts; David whimpered, feeling the aftershocks, and then John came. Simon watched his face. It was beautiful.

It hit him to the core, and he shuddered and spilled all over his hand and on his jeans.

John and David kissed lazily, forgetting everything else, and Simon watched, loving them both.
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