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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 159 THEON SWITCH EARLY AUGUST At the club, Greyson sang his heart out. His eyes scanned the audience. For Jesse, Jeremy, or the Doctor. They settled on a lean but muscled guy who wore skinny jeans that ended far above his ankles. There were some nice tattoos under the end of his jeans. The guy also wore a loose fitting tank top that was red, white, and blue. But it was the guy’s face that turned him on. Classically handsome but also sort of new age-ish and modern. Blue eyes and dark brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Greyson nearly skipped a beat in his song. Theon was also scanning the audience. He never drank but he was leaning on the bar and drinking something brown colored. He thought it was liquor. He thought to himself, “Better watch it. Never drinking can get you drunk fast when you do.” He wondered where Jesse was. He also looked for Jeremy and the Doctor. “Where have you guys gone? Disappeared off the face of the earth?” Then he heard the angelic voice singing. He focused on Greyson and caught the younger boy staring at him. Greyson tried to turn his gaze away from Theon but found he could not. He was caught. Theon gazed right into his soul, he felt. Then, Theon smiled. A wide, big grin. Greyson smiled back and held the stare. Theon knew of Greyson, of course, even saw the Doctor and Greyson asleep together not long ago. They had not really talked. He wasn’t sure Greyson knew him. After his set, Greyson moved through the crowd and purposely went behind Theon, who purposely tried to ignore him. Greyson kept on the lookout for the Doctor. Theon said, without turning around. “Looking for the old boy, are you?” “What? Me?” Greyson settled into a spot alongside Theon but found a bar stool to sit on rather than take a stance leaning on the bar like “cool” Theon. “Who?” “You know who I mean,” Theon said, still not turning to him. “At this point, I’d settle for any of the three of them.” “At this point? You can get any guy in here. So can I.” “I love me. Who do you love?” Greyson joked and told the bar tender, a skinny youthful looking blond, named Benson, who came by, and nodded at him, “Just a water. Thanks.” “You always so polite?” “I’m from the West. I was raised right.” Theon turned to look at Greyson who tried not to look at him but failed. His heart melted as he caught the handsome face. He felt very warm all over suddenly. “You’re a funny kid. You’ll do.” “Do what?” “Me.” Theon laughed and stared for a reaction. That smile. “Yeah, if the Doc’s not around…he and I got up to a lot when he was last here…” “I bet. Jesse and I, too…” Theon was not sure he should have said that. “Jesse, huh?” “Yeah. So, between us we’ve tried out two of the three…” “Yeah maybe together we can try out the third…” Greyson laughed now. “Tonight, before I saw you come on, I’d have even settled for that asshole Jim.” “No, you wouldn’t have.” “Whatever’s available, right?” “No, Theon, you wouldn’t have. Nor would I. He’s a sort of homophobic homo. A real shallow jerk who’s gonna end up…well, I hope not.” “You have a good heart, Greyson.” “So do you.” “I do. Deep down.” “I’d like to find that in you.” “I thought you had.” “I mean deep down. I’d like to get deep down in you.” “You know you look like this innocent kid but you’re a beast deep down yourself.” “You have no idea. The Doc and I did it all over the place. Standing up, rolled up, cuddling…” “Saw some of that. Not the sex part, just you and he cuddling. It was real cute. Want me some of that.” “From him?” Greyson seemed a bit jealous and protective. “From you.” Theon’s eyes sparkled in sexuality as he connected his eyes to Greyson’s. Greyson felt the seduction. In fact, he thought Theon was seduction brought to life as a human. That look in his eyes. Joy. Pleasure. He knows he’s hot and he thinks I am, too, Greyson thought. Amazing. When Greyson entered the large apartment, he thought he noticed the slight smell of pot covered with a fragrance spray. “I’m too sensitive,” he thought but kept it to himself. The rooms were clean and neat, the couch inviting. He was tired, which didn’t bode well for what he knew Theon had in mind. If he were honest with himself, he had it in his mind, too. Although it was still too hot for a jacket, Greyson took his off and put it on the chair in the kitchen area. Theon made every move to put on an app to his stereo which Greyson was sure was Eminem. Something about “the music, the rhythm.” “So…had many guys over here have you? Do this a lot?” “Yeah. Either they come here or I go there…” Theon moved to put some dim lights. Theon put on some brighter one on the side where he was. Theon looked at him, almost accusingly. He’s much more experienced than I am, Greyson thought. Theon felt the silence warranted what he said next. “I’m young. It’s my time to have fun. Not settle down. Do what me mom says is sowing my oats.” Greyson laughed. “You’re …” He almost said something he’d regret. Like the word “sad.” But giggled instead. “Take it off.” “What?” “Shirt.” Theon took his off. WOW. Greyson marveled at what was under Theon’s shirt. Which now lay over his own jacket on the kitchen chair. He swallowed. He knew Theon was handsome but he was also lean, muscular, and very, very fit. “Oh, I…” Theon came over to him. Greyson shook his head NO. “Give me some time.” “I have…” “Well.” Greyson was warmed when Theon took him into his arms. “You’re perfect…” “Yeah, I am.” Theon smiled that handsome smile into his face. And moved his hands from Greyson’s hips and back to start undoing the younger boy’s pants. “You’re amazing.” “Yeah, I am.” Greyson thought for all Theon’s confidence, which he oozed, there was also a sort of sadness about him, too. As if Theon himself knew there was an emptiness to his casual dating and sex. “You must be some heartbreaker,” he found himself saying. “I don’t owe anybody anything.” It was an odd thing to say at this moment. Now, in his tight orange Halloween themed briefs, Greyson moved away from Theon. He pointed. “Bedroom.” Theon’s face lit up. “Bedroom.” He quickly removed his own pants after kicking off his bright blue Nikeies. He smiled as he noticed Greyson was already in the bedroom. He heard Greyson call out. “What’s with the poster opposite your bed?” “Rough draft of my next tat.” He found Greyson partially under the covers, underwear on the foot of the bed. T Shirt still on and presently just about covering his crotch as well as his stomach, chest, and shoulders. “I figure if I can stare at it for three days or so and not get fuckin’ tired of it, I’ll want it as a tattoo.” Greyson, he observed, wasn’t in the mood for discussion. The boy had his eyes closed in fantasy. “Remember. No commitment. No one gets hurt.” Greyson wanted to say a number of things to that but thought better of any of them. He remained silent and tried to nod slightly but it was such that Theon didn’t notice it. Theon didn’t really seem to care if anyone did get hurt. He was too turned on at the moment, Greyson noticed. Fuck, so am I, he thought. Greyson, absently, in just his medium size rock and roll T shirt, absently touched his dick with his right hand, which even in resting state, was some five and a half inches. He laid on his back and was groggy. He was not trying to arouse himself, it was just resting there, comforting. Theon had seen to it that he was sated in the sexual respect. His T shirt was black, short sleeve, and said, “One Nation Under Rock” in dripping green letters. For Halloween he had had blood red lips put on the shirt and they sported fangs inside them, dripping, too…with red blood. Greyson’s left hand was draped over his left thigh as if to move in but he was more in resting state. He felt he should have been more nervous but he was more relaxed than ever. Theon thought that Greyson thought this was not going to happen. To prove the boy wrong, he slowly mounted the bed from the side and put his right leg over Greyson’s left side. “Don’t move. Just stay the way you are. You’re perfect, too.” It was the first compliment Greyson heard Theon give him. “The way you look…I don’t know if I’m not going to be able to move…” Greyson glanced down and saw his own abs and dick, not far from Theon’s hovering perfect eight pack. “I like you, Greyson. You don’t want to be wined and dined like some girls and guys do.” “Oh, so I’m a cheap date?” “Yeah,” Theon said, rising up his chest and bravado. “Naw, that’s not what I meant. I meant you’re famous, sorta…” “Gee, thanks.” “I mean…you have your own money. You don’t want a meal ticket in me.” “No.” “Jesse’s that way, too. He has his own money.” Greyson tried to hide it but his face changed for a second. Theon noticed. With the mention of Jesse, several things came into play. Jealousy? Thought of the Doctor. Of Theon with Jesse. Of Jesse with Theon. “I’m sorta a monogamous guy…” “Really? You shouldn’t limit yourself, Greyson. You’re younger than I am.” Greyson smiled, “I…like you too, Theon. You say what you think. And I should know.” “You read minds?” “A bit. Mostly just the Doctor’s. I don’t think I have the hang of anyone else yet.” Greyson winked at Theon. “I…” Greyson looked at him, innocently. “What?” Theon was thinking and Greyson could see it was deeper thoughts. He shook his head. “Where’re you staying?” “I was in a hotel but now I’m staying in the TARD.” “TARD? TARDIS? That the Doc’s thing?” “Yeah, at his house.” “Cool.” “So are you …are we gonna talk here or what?” Greyson said, trying to hold his penis from exploding up and at Theon. “Don’t move. I’ll do all the work. You just lie there and look …beautiful and I’ll make you feel so very good.” Theon snaked his body closer and hovered less. He had been basically planked over Greyson since coming up on the bed. “I…” Theon put his index finger over Greyson’s lips. “Shhhh…” He allowed his front to just lightly touch Greyson’s and then move up and down the boy’s torso and upper chest. Repeat. He moved slow and deliberate. Each time he moved closer, the next time he alternated with moving slightly away. Heat built up between them. Greyson began to sweat. Theon sniffed. “You smell so damned good.” Greyson could only breathe out. Theon graced his body into Greyson’s slowly. Greyson could feel the peach fuzz on both of them mingling. Not that either of them had much of that. Greyson’s goosebumps came from sexual arousal. Theon knew how to take it slow and easy, turning him on in the best possible way. When their ample dicks touched, the slits spilled pre cum—and loads of it—around each other. Theon squeezed his head into Greyson’s hole, feeling the liquid compensate for any dry spots, which made the wet spots all the more sexually arousing. Theon convulsed and that made him thrust more determinedly into Greyson but he was careful not to pulsate too hard into the young gap between two hairless, fresh mounds. He put Greyson’s legs over his arms and lifted the lighter boy. He swiveled his hips and heard a satisfying Greyson moan echo from deep within. Greyson put two hands on Theon’s head and held him closer but then Theon moved upward and Greyson grabbed Theon’s back. Theon thought his lower regions could feel Greyson’s vibrational moans from inside, seconds before they escaped lips. This made him tingle slowly, at first, quicker as he mounted and pressed in slightly some more. His shaft found more space in Greyson’s backside and he found numerous spots to hit before hitting the right one which made Greyson’s chest arch upward, his stomach turn in, tight abs, nice round shallow-ish navel and his legs bent. Theon moved his shaft out half in inch and Greyson’s eyes opened wide in pleasure and he saw Theon’s look of mastery. Theon’s eyebrows went up quickly and bursa yabancı escort then down as if to say, “Take that,” or “See me do that!?” Then, down again and a look of determination again. Theon stuck it all back in but didn’t jab fast. He eased it in again and Greyson loved it all the same. He bent over Greyson but then Greyson felt Theon leave. “What the?” When he returned, Theon restarted the entire thing again and ploughed into Greyson, just slightly more assertive than before. His pony tail started to come out. Theon bent his whole body down at Greyson who opened his eyes and saw a strawberry in his lover’s mouth. Theon murmured through red. “Hope you’re not allergic…” “Naw,” Greyson said and blinked before taking the other side of it in his mouth and nearly devouring it. “Hey, take it e…never mind, don’t take it easy. I like versatility…” Greyson bit the strawberry and took it all in his mouth, bit it and then closed lips around Theon’s mouth, too. He shoved his tongue past the strawberry. Juices filled both mouths. Theon closed his eyes and moved his head from side to side. They kissed. Sideways mouths, straight up mouths, tongues. Juices came down their chins. Greyson’s load started to cum out his penis which was now up against Theon’s navel, sticking it and pre cumming it for a start. Now, a large dollop of cum hit it. Theon ordered, “Don’t hold back. Let it rip. Empty your fucking nuts, Greyson. Show me what you’re made of…” `When you talk like that…” The navel filled with white joy juice as Greyson’s dick lips parted inside Theon’s half-moon navel. The white sea exploded there and dripped all over, explosive. Theon withdraw and Greyson’s orgasm seemed to double in intensity. Theon took his dick out of Greyson and held his balls together with his mind as his balls actually happy slapped against Greyson’s hairless balls. They felt good to him. Then he could not wait any longer and looked down. He put his fist around his own shaft and shook but then after a second, he grabbed Greyson’s, too. His long, strong fingers encompassed Greyson’s smoothie and he jerked both of them. The resulting volcano of boy juice almost hit the ceiling. They both moaned loudly and gasped, huffing, breathing in and out hard and heartily. Theon leaned on Greyson, cum sticking to each other, chests lined with rivers of white. He ran one hand through Greyson’s hair and Greyson rubbed a hand along Theon’s back as Theon moved in closer. They kissed each other again and moaned. Greyson seemed to be Coo-ing for a few moments. He jerked backward, arched and felt chilled and warmed at the same time. Greyson looked content and full. Theon put a hand under his back and slowly lowered himself, back first to Greyson’s side. They both let the rivers of cum, shivers of orgasmic energy, and content feelings ebb away as they lay side by side. Greyson breathed in again. The bed support under them seemed to keep them cuddled and huddled together. Their shoulders touched. Their sweat smelled sweet to each other. “Mmmmmmm.” Greyson turned over onto his back, happy as he ever felt he could be. “Theon…that was…you are…” “I know.” “I’ve…I’ve never met a person like you.” “I’ve never met a person like you, Grey.” “I…you’re just…” “Greyson, you’re amazing. I’ve never met a person like you.” “Theon, I …I think I’m in love.” “Think?” “No. Not think at all. I know it. I’m in love. Deep, deep love.” Greyson stared at the ceiling, continuing to be happy in his body. The pause made him wonder, though, if Theon felt the same way. “Does that…does that scare you?” “What? Me, scared? Nothing scares me. I’m a perfect person.” Theon grinned a sort of Peter Pan grin. “If you were a perfect person…” Greyson put a hand on Theon’s chest as they lay shoulder to shoulder. “…a perfect person wouldn’t have to say that.” “You’re incredible, Greyson.” Theon put both hands on Greyson’s chest, turning toward him and putting a leg over his hips. “I know. Cause I’m, you know, almost perfect.” Theon leaned down and kissed his little lover. Greyson broke the kiss. “I’ve never felt so incredibly complete before. You complete me.” “I fucking love you. And now I’m gonna fucking love you.” “Wait. I don’t usually…” “What?” “Let someone top…” “Fuck you!” Greyson threw himself over Theon, who raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It’s my ball game now, so to speak!” Greyson was over Theon and bent his whole body to suck on Theon’s dick. Theon held Greyson’s head in place as Greyson devoured his penis whole. Greyson slid his mouth down to Theon’s thighs. Theon arched his back and thought, “No gag reflex. He really is…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyeah!” “I wanna cum in you!” Greyson sucked and sucked but then rose up over Theon, who tried to sit up but Greyson used both hands to push him down. “Stay down!” He had pushed Theon down so hard, Theon’s pony tail started to come out some more. “Hey, don’t over…” “Fuckin shut up!” Greyson laughed. “You want vanilla?” “Naw…” “Now, it’s your turn to be ministered to…” “You’re some minister…” Greyson put his cock inside Theon and was not easy about it. He rammed it into Theon who smiled as he felt pain and pleasure. Theon’s hair came down completely, Greyson having knocked the pony tail right out of it as he fucked the hot trainer. The long brown hair was longer in front and on one side and the back was just three inches past the ears. A few long strands swung over one eye. Greyson whispered, “If I’m too hard for you, or if you’re hurtin’ tell me, kay?” Theon melted. His heart melted then and there. He was in love for real and he knew it. Shit, he didn’t want anyone to have power over him. “I think I can take it.” “Good, cause here I cum!” Greyson shoved his dick and hit Theon’s prostrate. Theon shook but Greyson, surprisingly, held him down with his weight, which wasn’t much. Theon looked down at his own abs as Greyson withdrew and the empty space it left felt good but the withdrawal was so hot…tender and yet masculine and soft and hard and wet and cold all at once. The throbbing of his own innards along with Greyson’s throbbing made him tighten and untighten, tense and un-tense. His own dick was about to go off. Greyson’s dick slammed against Theon’s tight abs but then Greyson took his dick and pointed it upward and alongside it was Theon’s, caught between two palms and Greyson slowly formed a fist around both …two fists huddling two gigantic flesh meat rockets together until they fired at and over Theon. Targets hit included: Theon’s chin, Theon’s luscious upper lip (and it dripped to lower lip), Theon’s eyes, his hair on the top of his head, over his head to the pillow, the bed wall behind him, and the wall above the bed wall! Theon had cum dripping down from over his right eye, on his right eye, and in his right eye! His other eye had a few ropes over it but seemed almost unaffected. A clump hit the locks that dangled over the left eye. A drop may have hit his eyelashes so he had that left eye just about closed. “Shit, I’m sorry!” Greyson said. He reached for the night table which was fairly far for his arm but he managed it, moving over Theon’s ribs on the left side, sliding his right side over Theon’s left. He reached some tissues and started to rub on Theon’s eye. Theon felt awkward but liked it and Greyson could tell in his voice. “Don’t be sorry. Nothing to be sorry about. Nothing at all. I loved it.” “Let me get that for you.” Theon grabbed Greyson’s right arm with his left from below. “It’s all right,” he said as he took the tissues with his left hand and cleaned his own eyes. “Holy Shit. That was GRANFUCKINIFANFUCKINTASTYTASIC!” Theon laughed and arched to look over his head. “Wow! You really made a mess!” Trying to wipe all off Theon’s chin, Greyson blushed. “I…I’m sorry I hit the wall…I…” “I fucking love it!” Theon kissed Greyson’s own cum onto Greyson’s lips and swished his mouth around Greyson’s. Greyson felt so bad about cumming all over, he moved down to get the chin cleaned and only partly succeeded when Theon moved off again with his mouth to look around. He had a look of admiration for Greyson, which went unnoticed by the pop singer. Greyson gulped. “I’ll clean the rest, man.” Theon pulled Greyson back down to him and away from any thought of cleaning now. “There’s always time for the clean-up.” He arched his back and looked behind him again. “Fuck, yeah. No one’s ever cummed that far over my head and…hit the wall, the back of my head, the pillow behind me, and…” Greyson tilted his head. “And your eyes?” He said with a bit of guilt and trepidation. “And me fucking eyes,” Theon spoke in awe. He hugged Greyson closer to him. “So you’re not really a monogamous guy, are you, The?” “The? I like it. No, I’m not but you’re rapidly persuading me to try it. I’m not very good…truth is…I’m not very good at relationships. I like the sex and the variety and shit,” Theon said as he moved his head away from Greyson after a quick kiss. Greyson put his head on Theon’s ample chest. “I …I’m driven to help my clients. Learn a lot. Teach myself. I’ve been to college and it’s bullshit. Sorta. I mean I learned what I had to and did what I had to. Fucked a few teachers. Taught myself things and learned from other trainers who were the beasts. I’m a pretty smart guy. I can read a book in three days.” “I have a friend who…” “I bet I know who.” Theon went on. “But I’m so driven and need variety and I’m not into vanilla sex. I need a lot of ways, you know, and you do know. You seem to have a few down already. I can teach you some more. You seem willing.” “You’re really full of yourself, too.” “Yeah. I just know I’m good.” Theon smiled and kissed Greyson’s lips again. “Yeah, you are.” Greyson said. “As if you need me to say it.” “Well, you’re good, too. Did your friend do this?” Theon held up his two index fingers and as he hugged Greyson from underneath, he lowered his hands. He put both fingers into Greyson, who jerked immediately. Greyson was on the verge of shooting again. He put his dick into Theon’s abs as he rose up. “What friend?” “Why, the Doctor.” Greyson got a mischievous look in his eyes. “What Doctor? Doctor who?” Theon took one hand out and pointed at Greyson. “Aww, you said it.” Greyson hugged him and Theon took his remaining finger out. “It’s okay, Grey. I’ll cuddle.” “Oh, good. For a moment, I thought you were going to tell me you were averse to cuddling.” “Who? Me? Naw.” For a time, they laid there. Two hours later, Greyson stirred. “The?” “Yeah?” “I need to get up and move around now.” “Yeah, me, too.” Theon lifted his head to look at the alarm clock. His hair hung straight. Greyson lifted his head from Theon’s chest, a nipple almost enticing him to nibble on. With embarrassment, he realized he must have been because there was a large wet spot on the nipple that had evidence that it emerged from Greyson’s own mouth. Greyson propped himself up on his knees on the bed. Theon threw his legs over Greyson’s body to get up on the other side of the bed. Greyson knee-hobbled over toward the wall. Theon watched him with amusement. “What’re you doin?” “I’m going to clean your wall.” “Forget the wall,” Theon told him and grabbed his hand and lifted Greyson by it. “Strong,” Greyson told himself but realized he said it out loud. He turned red. “There’s something I want you to see.” Theon led Greyson to the door that was toward the back of the apartment. There were hockey colored blinds on the window on the door so Greyson was not sure what was out back. Theon threw open the door. Greyson felt the warm summer air parade in as well as saw the rays of sunshine that hit the doorway area out back, the green leaves and grass back there, and a large expanse of green grass beyond that. The whole bursa sınırsız escort thing ended in a sort of woodland forest before ending at a still lake. A duck floated on the lake. As Greyson let himself be led through the doorway, he said, “You do realize we’re still naked as a buck…” “As a fuck,” Theon corrected. “Don’t worry. My parents are away so no one’s in the main house and the neighbors are so far away, they won’t see…” There was a large tree that was between green ground end and lake start. More explicitly, a large tire hung from a thick knotted rope that was tied tightly around a tree…to Greyson it looked as if the tree branch the rope was tied around had begun—-a long time ago—to grow around and into it, make it a part of itself. Theon lifted Greyson bodily before he could protest and put his feet through the tire and his butt landed on the tire. Theon pushed him and Greyson felt himself leaving the ground. “A tire swing.” “Cool, huh? Nature-y.” He told Greyson. Greyson looked out on the serene lake, the duck, the green grass meeting it at the end and the trees all around. The summer was warm and hot but it felt good. He shut his eyes. For a time, he didn’t feel Theon pushing him so he opened his eyes. “What are you doing?” Theon had found a facing, smaller tree that was also overhead…almost as far overhead as the tree supporting the tire Greyson was on. He had, in no time, fashioned his own swing. “If this works…I’ll show you…” Theon’s swing was made of an old wooden swing. “Had this as a kid when my parents told me I was too young to go on the tire.” “You listened to them?” Greyson didn’t believe it. “Course not,” Theon explained, “But we all had to keep up the pretense, so I had one.” “Be careful, dude…” “Did you just call me dude?” “Yeah. Will that shit hold ya?” “Yeah, cause I weigh so much?” Theon said as he tied the rope to itself above the swing after throwing it over the branch. “Tried to gain more but thought, fuck it, I might as well accept myself for the lean ass twig I am.” “Theon, you’re no twig.” Greyson corrected. “No, I know.” Theon was in his swing in no time. He stood in front of it and swung it from ahead of it. The swing, as it raced toward his butt, found him in it in seconds. To Greyson, the view of Theon standing on the swing, serene shiny lake behind him, duke sailing on it, with the sun silhouetting him, long hair waving in the still summer breeze…Theon looked just about perfect. “If you do that…” Greyson had started to say, “…you’re gonna collide with…NOOOO!” “Chill out and chillax, boy!” Theon swung at Greyson as Greyson’s swing took him right to Theon himself. Theon grabbed Greyson’s face with two hands and kissed him and then…away he went. The swing met a few times like that. “Chillax?” Greyson looked up. “That rope is NOT gonna hold!!!” Theon looked up and smiled and looked back at Greyson and flung himself off. “But yours will!” Greyson gasped as Theon landed, the Theon swing falling off behind him, detached from the branch, and Theon legs around his legs and tire but on leg inside the tire hold with him. Theon laughed in his face and kissed him before he could recover from the move or take in what Theon had done. He breathed out when he could. “You’re just too much, Theon! I fucking find you exciting as fuck!” “You, too. I mean I find you as exciting as fuck, too.” “Yeah.” “Let’s get off…” “The tire?” “No, each other on the tire.” It wasn’t a stretch. Theon’s crotch was already rubbing on his own as they swung. The penis never seemed to dilute. It was stiff and up and feeling Greyson’s right thigh as Theon’s left leg was inside and right leg was outside. Theon stood up a bit and the dickhead was almost at Greyson’s mouth. He gummed it but had to move a new way to do that so almost let go. He laughed at his near miss and the dick almost hit him in the right eye. He gummed it anyway and felt Theon’s strong hand on the tire behind him and holding his head briefly. Theon gathered up momentum and sat back down. They twisted their bodies—-Theon was more adept at this than Greyson and so did it more and longer—-so that their dicks met and swung on each other. This urged their balls to let go of their man cream. They cam together in the tire. Then, Theon stood up and stood on top the tire. “Come on.” “Aren’t you tired?” “Is that supposed to be funny?” “No, I’m tired.” Greyson puffed. Theon held his hand out. “Come with me, then.” For a moment, he saw the Doctor standing there, nude, and looking just as good. He blinked it away and saw Theon, proud, vibrant, eager, and thrilling. Slick with sporty sweat. Hard nipples. Dick sticking straight up. Great teeth. Great jaw. Great hair. Great everything. Greyson put his hand in Theon’s hand. Theon pulled him up and Greyson’s bare feet felt rubber. Hands over head they held onto the rope as their bodies met underneath, dicks fighting for control, involuntarily. They shot loads again that way and laughed about it and as the shots fired, burning sensations, jerking, uncontrolled spasms, they almost let go. It was morning when they started but by the time they stopped to go get dressed, the sun was going down. Behind them the sun shone off the lake surface and going down, the rays illuminated the bare, tanned hotties. “I need some sleep,” Greyson said. “I do, too. Bed?” “I said sleep.” “Bed.” “Bed.” Theon pushed his tire back far for some stride. He stood on the tire and turned it toward Greyson’s tire. Greyson was doing the same on his side, jokingly wincing. “You …” “Stop. I’m not gonna get hurt. If you say it again…” “Not just you. I could get hurt, too.” “Then, don’t do it.” “Yes, oh cap’i’tan.” Theon tried to hide the fact that Greyson was lowering his tire and getting down off it. “Then, get out of the way.” “Keep your muscles in a tightness, Theon bitch,” Greyson snapped in a joke. “I’m gonna do it.” “You bastard,” Theon laughed at him. Greyson stood up on his tire and hung his body back as far as he could, making the tire move. As it swung, the jumped off and jumped back on. Theon had his swinging. The tires swing again back toward each other. Suddenly, there was a large wall, what seemed to be wooden, rectangular box, taller vertically. It was between them. Theon thought he recognized it but Greyson certainly did. “TARDIS!!!!” Theon saw the blue squares embedded within the TARDIS wall as it rushed up to meet him or rather…as he swung into it. His body flattened sideways against it and he was suspended on the wall. For a few seconds. He slid down it and then fell off it. He landed on his side and groaned. Greyson tried to swing around the TARDIS but hit it squarely in the middle. On his left shoulder, his entire left side. He fell, too but scrambled up quickly, worried about, “THEON!” When his bare feet reached Theon he found the striated muscle boy still on his side, giggling almost uncontrollably. “Are you…? I guess you are.” “What the fuck is that?” Theon managed to stand up and rubbed his chest. “Wait a minute. Let’s see…big blue box out of thin air… big expectant glow coming off your freckled beautific face…strangeness of a creepy creaking door…it must be the Doctor.” Greyson had tried to hide the fact that he was excited to see the Doctor again. The doors creaked as they opened and out flew K9. With clothes in his mouth. He dropped the clothing at their bare feet. “Never mind, what the fuck is that?” “This unit is…” “K9!” Greyson said. “Aww, that’s just K9!” “…is in need of your services…” “Sure!” Greyson bent down as K9 landed. “What’s up?” “Inside this time capsule is a group of young kidnap victims. They need the Doctor to de-brainwash them. Need that they stay in the TARDIS…” Greyson bent on one knee. “They…that was mid-July, K9. Didn’t he already do that?” “Safer from government if there is some time between their escape, their de-brainwashing, and their release back to their homes. There may have been other government agents about that would interfere with their return to normal life.” “I now but…but…I mean this is early August…” “This is a time machine.” “Yeah. Right.” Greyson remembered. More sarcastically, Theon said, “Yeah. Right.” But he knew it, too. K9 seemed to ignore that. “Time is of the essence. Will you do it?” “I’ll…” Greyson started to say. Theon sided up to Greyson. “We…” “We’ll entertain them…” Greyson finished. “Much obliged. Put the clothes I brought on first. Need to get back to Montauk to help the Brigadier, the Doctor, Jeremy and Jesse…” K9 flew back inside. Greyson called after. “K9!” Theon stepped through the TARDIS doors. “What the fuck…?” “Theon!” Greyson gasped. He ran inside. Theon was amazed. “I…I…I…” “Okay, we need to get over the whole…” “Bigger on the inside than the outside thing?” “Yeah and the whole…” “…smaller on the outside thing too?” Greyson pulled him outside again. “That plus the whole we’re naked thing. Put these on.” He threw the clothes to Theon. “Pity. They already saw me and I’m sure all 16 of them want me.” “Yeah, I am, too. That’s why you need to put them on. We have things to get done.” “And I have things to cum.” “Shut up and hurry up,” Greyson was almost fully dressed. “That…inside there, though…” Theon pointed. “Get dressed. Please.” When they returned they saw that the 16 teenagers were around the console and looking as if they were trying to do something. The redhead was saying something. “There’s some kind of invisible barrier around the controls. We can’t touch them at all.” Theon’s eyes lit up. “A redhead.” Greyson smiled. “They’re teenagers…” Theon shrugged. “They’re closer to our age than the Doc…” “Don’t you fucking go there,” Greyson nudged into him, playfully. “You do the intro and I’ll find…” “Find?” “K9, where’d he go?” One of the teens pointed upward. “He said to …to an escape pod or something like that.” May talked slowly. “He…said…he had to…to get back in time to July.” “Yeah, I’d extend my summer, too, if I could. Love the summer,” Theon said. “I’m Theon,” he pointed to himself and wondered why he pointed. “That’s Greyson, there. Where…where did the robot doggie say was this Jade thing?” “Outside those inner doors, turn left, then third right, past the ballroom, first left, along the right hand side of the tennis court, through the ground car garage, past the water purification plant, and through the green door set into the far wall of the quarantine bay with no glass in the windows…got that?” “No.” Theon nodded. “Never mind, K9. He knows what he’s doing. I’ve got to find…the Doc’s got a guitar around here somewhere…” Greyson launched toward a closet in the console room corner. “Hi, everyone. I bet you’re surprised by a lot of this.” Theon approached the group. The redhead, Gavin, looked at him. He whispered to his male friends. “Pfff. He’s hot.” “Yeah, well, we’re surprised by none of it,” Rosario nodded. “Oh, a wise mouth, I like,” Theon told him. “And just why?” May, the brunette girl, stepped forward. “We’ve been in the future.” “Yeah?” Theon asked. “I wish I were. What’s it like?” “Not really that cool,” Gavin put forth. “We were stuck on the …the…I know you won’t believe this…” “Dude, we’re in a time machine that’s bigger on the inside than the outside.” Theon put his hands out in a partial shrug. “A robot …uhm, dog, just left the scene…” Theon thumbed toward the exit. “There’s not much I won’t believe any more.” “We were on the Moon on a base that the government secretly had been running for years.” “Ahh, I believe, red, I believe.” May moved toward the doors but Greyson stepped forward to close the doors. Theon blocked May from the doors anyway. “I think we need someone görükle escort to un-process you guys…de-future you as the case may be.” May was so close to Theon. “You smell good.” Greyson had the guitar by this point. May looked at Greyson and abandoned Theon, who seemed a bit disappointed in this reaction. May looked at Greyson. “You must be friends with Jesse…” “Yeah, I…I guess…” Greyson said, hesitantly. Then, he resolved himself and committed. “Yes. Yes, I am.” “We want out!” Gavin puffed up his chest. Theon drew himself close to Gavin and put his hands on his wrists. “Aw, come on, hear my friend’s song.” Gavin looked at him. Theon gave his best eyebrow up. And charm. “He’s very, very good.” Gavin took Theon in. Sniffing. Theon looked at him questioningly. Gavin spoke, finally. “I’m sure. May’s right. You do smell so good.” Greyson told them as he strummed the guitar. “Sit. On the floor. C’mon gather round.” “Gather round?” Theon put an arm around Greyson, the other reacting appropriately to that move. “What is this, the Disney Channel?” “Yeah, sure. I LOVE the Disney Channel,” Greyson smiled. He began to play and more of the teens sat down cross legged. Some just put their feet out in front of them. Theon rolled his eyes. He moved to Greyson who had positioned himself against one of the TARDIS rails and leant against it. Theon recognized the song before Greyson started singing. Theon whispered, “You could have picked a more appropriate song.” Greyson ignored him and began to move around the room as he sang, SLOOP JOHN B. https://www.youtube/watch?v=rYfeLI9z1Ro https://www.youtube/watch?v=MWJXTdCVsKI …but he changed a small bit of the lyrics somewhat… “Call for the Doctor ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don’t you let me go home (Hoist up the John B’s sail) Hoist up the John B I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home…” Theon observed that the teens calmed, visibly and admitted, in facial expression rather than words, that Greyson’s choice was a good one. Greyson winked at him. Theon winked back. He moved closer to Greyson and made his slow move to put an arm around the slighter teen. Greyson could not help but notice how built up the bicep on him was. Theon put his other arm around Greyson’s front. Both biceps, then, Greyson snuggled inside them. The Jade Pagoda looked like it was made of marbled jade. Most of the controls are for life support and getting the TARDIS to its location. There was a tall mirror within that was a scanner. There were also various first-aid and survival tools within the Jade Pagoda. Like TARDISes it was dimensionally transcendental, but only had the single console room with a series of cupboards containing the various supplies. Interior: https://c2.staticflickr/4/3070/2842483681_b7b948d30b.jpg Exterior: http://chroniclesoftantalus.blogspot/2012/01/jade-pagoda.html The room was shadowy and cool, with small statuettes in wall-niches. All the walls, floor and ceiling were of smooth � almost marbled � jade, while a faint sun-like light filtered through from the ceiling; just enough to see by. The whole room had the air of some ancient oriental temple built into a mountainside, and no interior door � instead there were several floor-to-ceiling partitions of paper and bamboo. K9 had flown onto the console and attached his nose to it. “Very silly manner of doing this. This unit is glad no terrestrials are present to observe this.” The console began moving up and down and the sound of the dematerialization started. From the top of the TARDIS roof, the Jade Pagoda flew upward and out. It then vanished into the vortex. https://img1.etsystatic/011/0/6893829/il_570xN.463556149_bd7f.jpg http://cache.desktopnexus/thumbseg/1235/1235269-bigthumbnail.jpg https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg/736x/22/d5/dc/22d5dcf025d20d98b240dda109e8f373.jpg It was a snowy winter wonder land. It was night but it was far from dark. The heavy snows illuminated the entire small suburban village. There were also numerous Christmas lights glowing from all the houses. All the colors were represented. The quiet was stunningly broken by the wheezing of the TARDIS appearing but somehow, even it, wasn’t out of place in the beauty of it all. The snow swirled around it as it appeared and made strange, original designs on its door frames and the single light above. The light illuminated the snow droppings even more. The fall of snow tapered off a bit and only a light downfall was carpeting the area now. It was a rustic scene, a sparse wooden fence, a frozen lake near the town, and comfy, well lit homes. The doors to the TARDIS’s Jade Pagoda opened inward, seemingly of their own accord. A small winter gust blew snow inside the mini-entrance way. Most of it melted as it met the Jade Pagoda’s air. Red eyes illuminated from the dark interior beyond the doorway. A mechanical sound heralded…the appearance of the robot dog—K9 rolled out on his wheels. It mixed with the sound of an old fashioned church bell. “Time sensors indicate this is not July 2008.” K9 took to the air. He sniffed. “December 24…strike that. Stroke of 12 midnight. December 25.” Two children, a girl and a slightly older boy, came by to see what it was that came out of the misty snows. They were covered in winter gear, gloves, scarves that covered their mouths, wool hats, thick boots, and heavy jackets. K9 could not observe their faces but he could simulate their features. The two had just been having a snow ball fight. “Must return to July 2008.” The girl. “What? It’s a tin dog.” “Negative. Not made of tin.” The boy. “But you are a dog?” The girl. “Like ours?” K9 only then noticed they had a golden/brown haired Alsatian dog with them. K9 raised his head to meet the wet nose of the larger dog. “Unit canine. Greetings.” The boy. “He’s Colonel.” “I am sure. Friendly.” The boy. “So, you are a dog, then?” “Negative. Affirmative. Take your pick. Must return to help the Doctor, Jesse, Jeremy and the Brigadier.” “Oh,” the girl moaned, “And here we were thinking you were Santa’s helper or…” “Children up late at night scouring neighborhood for famed gift giver. Parental units should be informed.” “Or from them, our parents as a…a gift for us!” The boy leaned down to pick K9 up but the robot dog flew higher up, over his head so he could not reach it. “Negative. You are very silly, younglings. Negative. No gift. Recheck. Everyone should have a gift at Christmas.” K9 cleared his voice. “Needs must that I be swift.” He cleared his voice again. The kids looked at each other in amazement. “You wish we a Merry. No. Recheck. We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.” K9 paused. He cleared his throat again. https://www.youtube/watch?v=rh59L0WEmDk “Merry Christmas.” K9 began to sing, “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” he flew back inside the Jade Pagoda. The doors slammed shut on the cold wintery early evening. The two children looked at each other. Their eyes grew wide. They backed up as the sound of the Pagoda dematerializing started. K9 paused from singing, “…and a Happy New Year.” He opened the microphone to outside. “Children. Since it is America I landed in, I will say a Merry Christmas to you both and all.” K9 turned at the audience. “And incidentally, a Happy Christmas to all of you at ube/watch?v=rh59L0WEmDk EXTRA: Theon and Greyson returned to the control room of the TARDIS. The teens were in the kitchen eating. “They’ll be okay.” “Yeah, once the Doc…” Greyson eyed the console’s lever. “…does his thing.” “You’re not thinking of trying to…” Theon made his mischievous glance. Greyson raised his left eyebrow. Then, the right one. “No, we have to look after…” “They’ll be safe as long as they stay deep inside the TARDIS…” “Where do you start it?” Theon asked. “You mean, Theon, where is the on switch?” “Very funny.” “Okay, here we go…” “Naw…” Theon shook his head. “You can’t.” But his voice really said to try it. Greyson spun the wheel on the console. “Why not? I watched the Doctor do it…” “How many times?” Theon asked as the TARDIS wheezed and the time rotor started to rise and fall over and over again. Greyson ignored him and shot Theon back his own mischievous glance. “Greyson…” Theon smiled. Soundtrack: Clockwork Tardis (soundtrack one, track 12) from End of the World season one of the New Series. The read out said, “February 14th. 1990.” Owen Harper was ten. Theon was amazed. “Shit…” “Try again,” Greyson told himself. “February 14th, 1981.” Theon read. “What’s with all the winter months?” Greyson asked and put a hand on Theon’s arm. It felt nice. “Maybe it knows I’m just too hot for one time machine.” Theon smiled and shook his head in confidence. “Maybe,” Greyson said as he shook his head in amusement. “It’s also a spaceship. I think we’re on a bigger spaceship outside.” “Bigger than this?” “I mean on the outside.” Greyson spun the wheel again and moved the lever and pushed a few buttons. This went on for a bit. Theon looked at the readout. “Look. July. You did it. 2008.” They emerged from the TARDIS doors in their summer outfits and into a bitter cold snow stormy scene. In fact, it was the same scene the Jade Pagoda just left. The two children, the boy and the girl, turned from their trudging back toward their home. They had heard the arrival of the TARDIS but ignored it as just the Pagoda leaving. The creaking of the TARDIS doors alerted them to the two new arrivals. Theon wrapped his arms around himself. Greyson did the same but leaned closer to Theon so he could feel the heat off the slightly older male. “You did say July?” “It did. I guess there’s something wrong with the…” “I wonder what year it is.” Greyson asked. “Hey, kids…” he called out to the two children while Theon played with their dog. “Who’s the President?” Greyson asked. The kids looked at each other and shrugged. “Obama.” Theon froze, not literally, although he thought he might. The dog jumped down, the front legs off from Theon’s chest. Theon was confused. “Osama? Are you sure? The terrorist is in charge of the United States?” Greyson thought the same thing. “Osama bin Laden is in charge? He’s President?” “Hey, Grey, are you sure we’re not in one of them there alternate universes, you know where everything is just slightly different and some things are more…” “I don’t…think so…” “No Osama…” the girl informed them. “Obama. He’s from Hawaii…Osama’s dead.” Theon stopped scratching the dog’s back as it rubbed on his bare knees and then he scratched his head. “I really have to pay more attention to politics.” “Me, too,” Greyson patted the dog’s head and put an arm around Theon’s side toward his back. “Thanks, guys. Let’s go.” “Merry Christmas,” the kids both told them. “You as well,” Greyson said. Once inside and with the doors closed, Greyson warned Theon. “Don’t tell anyone about what we just heard.” “I …I won’t. I mean I don’t think anyone would believe us back in 2008.” “Look,” Greyson said as they left the in-between vestibule. “It now reads December 25th, 2015.” “2015,” Theon repeated, amazed. “Wow.” “It’s just turned Christmas,” Greyson said. He went to the stand near the Eagle statue and took out some drinks. He gave a glass of bubbly to Theon. “Here’s a toast. A Happy Christmas to all of us.” “Oh. I normally don’t drink but how some ever…” Theon downed it. He put his glass out for more and Greyson frowned, ran to the stand and took some more of the champagne. He poured it into Theon’s glass. Theon smiled and sipped. He held the glass up before taking more of a sip. “Same to you, Greyson.” “Incidentally, a Happy Christmas to all of you at home,” Greyson toasted to the readers. “We’re not gonna have a happy anything if you can’t get this jalopy back to our right time and place. Doc’s gonna be pissed…” “Well, here we go again…” Greyson spun the wheel and pulled the lever. “Maybe if I do this…” he tried something else… And thus began a series of adventures for Greyson, Theon, and the rescued teenagers…before returning to August 2008.
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