| Date: 3 January 2008
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness Location: outside Link to IJ: thread #23831 |
 the Doctor spent the day exploring the town. He wandered the streets, investigated the library and the some of the bars and coffee shops, greeting the people he saw but not lingering to talk to anyone. He didnŐt see anyone he knew, anyway.He sauntered amongst the shops, vaguely looking for a new outfit, but didnŐt see anything that spoke to him. He did pause at a shop window with a mannequin in a brown pinstripe suit, but it didnŐt look quite right. He ended up in a park, munching on a delicious pastry from a nearby bakery. It was a beautiful, mild afternoon and when heŐd finished eating he stretched out on the sun-warmed grass. He was content and relaxed and making the most of the opportunity for a little R and R. Nothing wrong with letting his eyes fall closed and letting himself drift a little. |
 "I'm gonna assume you're down there stretched out like that on purpose, and not concussed," Jack said, crossing his arms and peering down at the figure at his feet. He was tempted to muss the fellow's hair with the polished toe of his shoe, but thought better of it. |
| the Doctor sat up smartly, all in one movement. "Jack! Didn't expect to see you again so soon!" Then he took in the appearance of the man standing over him. "Ah. Before you met me or after?" |
| He touched a finger to his bottom lip, eyebrows lifting. "I'm going to hazard a guess and say before- though your knowing my name means you've met me. Or another me? I've heard there may be more than one running about." He stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets, taking in the stranger's clothes and face. |
| "Sorry. Silly question. I was half-asleep." the Doctor got to his feet and studied Jack, hand running through his hair as he worked it out. "I'm the Doctor. Ring any bells?" |
| "the Doctor rings bells, but you don't." Jack said, leaning in and smirking. "But I spoke with... well, a Rose that mentioned there being a different Doctor here than what I might be used to. And you..." his eyes traveled up the man's long legs and past his torso, "are certainly different." |
| "Oh, I just regenerated! Sorry, keep forgetting! Didn't you recognise the outfit? Haven't worked out what the new one should be yet so I'm sticking with the old one for the time being." He found himself fidgeting a bit under Jack's rather intense scrutiny. "What d'you think? A fellow called Methos said it didn't suit me, but I think it looks rather dashing. Might go for something fairly similar." |
| I thought maybe..." he tilted his head, squinting. "But then hard to tell, really." Jack reached out and let one finger slide down a leather lapel. "Wasn't really paying that much attention to the clothes, to tell you the truth. But you," he said, leaning in again and smiling, "aren't really the leather type, I think. Something about the eyes-" he looked at this new Doctor through his lashes. "Leather isn't the only brand of dashing out there, you know." |
| Well, this was more like the Jack he'd got used to! No wonder he'd felt so confused by the older, colder Jack he'd run into in the hotel. None of that wrong feeling setting his teeth on edge either. He tried not to admit how much of a relief that was. "Oh?" he said, and his voice had deepened slightly. He'd stopped fidgeting too. "What would you suggest, then, Jack?" |
| One side of Jack's mouth tilted up in a crooked smile. "You're asking me for fashion advice? I tend to go with the flow. Or just whatever shows off my ass the best." He winked and stepped back, pursing his lips as he walked around the Doctor. "Now the bad thing about that getup is that it's hiding everything. Capitalize on your... assets, I say," he lifted up the heavy leather from around the Doctor's waist and patted his butt beneath the denim. "Something more form-fitting, long and lean like your legs there. But I'm sure you don't need me dressing you, really." Jack stepped back and waved his hands to signal he was done with his assessment. "Or you could just go with naked. Naked's always good." |
| "Keep up all that touching and naked is going to happen sooner than you expected," the Doctor growled, working very hard not to grin his head off because - all right, he was admitting it - it was such a relief to be with a Jack he could stand to touch. Or, in this case, to be touching him. A lot. "You may have a point though about something a bit more fitted," he acknowledged, trying for casual and scratching his neck absently. "This is a bit big for me now. Have to have another look." "Oh, and you've got a very nice arse, Jack," he said, and added, with a bit of a smouldering look, "But then, I've told you that before." |
| "Well you may have said it to Jack, but you didn't say it to this Jack," he said, and jerked a thumb toward himself. "Nice to hear it, though, even if I know its true." He palmed the Doctor's waist through the leather, not quite able to stay out of his close orbit for long. "You talk like you know me and it's a bit strange - I didn't really know the other doctor for very long. So I have to ask - how well did you know your Jack? I'm guessing pretty well, if you were complementing him on his bottom." |
| "Oh, right, sorry, I keep forgetting - told you I wasn't awake yet!" the Doctor took half a step forward and finally got round to putting his hands on Jack. Specifically, on that very nice arse. Phew. No wrongness. Oh, he could get used to having this Jack around again. He glanced down at Jack's uniform. "Must still be early days if you're wearing that." His eyes came back up to Jack's face, bright and faintly challenging. "And yeah, I think 'pretty well' is about right." He grinned, leaned in and kissed Jack firmly. It probably wasn't very fair, but Jack had been all over him since he turned up and he'd catch up. |
| Jack growled into the kiss as his hands moved up to grip the Doctor's shoulders, sliding up his neck and into that tousled hair. He might have not kissed his Doctor, but that wasn't going to stop him from kissing this one. He pressed himself to the Doctor's lean body from knee to hip and fell deeper into that lush mouth, sucking on the tongue sliding against his. He definitely wasn't going to turn down a good snog from anybody, and the Doctor was one hell of a good kisser. He could taste what seemed to be pastry and something metallic, almost like electricity against his lips as he pulled back to breathe. "Nice to meet you, Doctor," he panted against the man's lips. "Suddenly I'm feeling quite jealous of the other me." |
| Oh, it was lovely to have his Jack back again. Not dead, not different, just Jack the way he had been a couple of days ago. Warm and giving and generous, and his. Kissing felt different, though, in this body. New mouth, new teeth, new tongue. Oh, new tongue! Oh, yes, he liked this new body. He was sure he'd never been this good at kissing in the old one. And the faint remnants of artron energy still buzzing round his body only added to the pleasure. When Jack pulled back, the Doctor laughed breathlessly at his words, smiling into those blue, blue eyes. "Nice to meet you too, Jack. No need to be jealous. The other Jack - the one I was with before I got here - never met me in this body. This one's all yours." |
| "That's fantastic," Jack grinned and nuzzled his nose against the Doctor's cheek. "Am I right to assume, then, that there's a whole lot of things you haven't done in this body?" He gave an open-mouth kiss to that stubbled jaw and laughed low in his throat. "You can trust me... I'm a Captain." |
| the Doctor's eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the feel of Jack's mouth on his jaw, and one hand flew up to the back of Jack's head, not to hold him there, just to... encourage. "I haven't done anything in this body," he admitted, when he could speak. "It's brand new, just a day or so old." He looked down his nose to meet Jack's bright gaze with a playful one of his own. "What would you like to do with it?" |
| "Anything you'd let me," Jack breathed. "Know somewhere a little more private? I could show you a preview." |
| Well, it wasn't every day you got an offer like that. Well, unless you were with Jack, anyway. the Doctor grinned again, his hands tightenting slightly on the back of Jack's head and that delectable bottom. It was very, very gratifying to know that his new body was just as attractive to this Jack as the old one had been, even if the older Jack hadn't thought so. He reluctantly drew his head back and glanced around. They were a long way from the hotel, but there was what looked like a summer house a short way away, half-hidden amongst some trees. It looked fairly enclosed. He jerked his chin towards it, loathe to actually let go of Jack. "That do?" |
| His eyes flicked toward the small house and he nodded. "Yeah." He'd have to let go of the Doctor, but for the promise of some privacy and hopefully a bed, he'd do it. |
| "Good." Reluctantly, the Doctor slid his hands down and off Jack, and held out one of them instead, looking back at Jack with a definite 'come hither' look. "C'm'on then." |
| Jack grinned at him and took his hand, following him. Figuring out what was going on could wait-at least a little while. |
| the Doctor wasn't even bothered about figuring out what was going on. He'd learned to take these things on trust a long time ago. There'd be a way out when he needed one. There was one thing he was interested in finding out, though. He swung their hands a bit as he practically skipped towards the building in the trees and looked sideways at Jack. "What point exactly are you from?" he asked cheerfully. "Must be some time that first night, if you're still in that uniform?" |
| "I was on my ship with the bomb-looked like I was as good as dead. So I ordered a martini. Then here I was," he shrugged. "What, you don't like the uniform?" He leaned toward the Doctor, reeling him in by the arm. "I think I look positively dashing." |
| "Oh, I love the uniform," he grinned, letting himself be reeled in and ending up plastered against Jack's front again. There were worse places to be. "Though I loved getting you out of it more," he murmured, eyes twinkling with laughter as he ran a light finger down the back of said uniform and over that gorgeous bottom that he just couldn't get enough of. |
| Jack giggled. Great, he was giggling now-he just didn't do that. "Just how did you manage that, anyway? With the getting out?" |
| He liked hearing Jack giggle. He was so uninhibited, and not just in the obvious way - he showed his reactions, nice and straightforward. the Doctor ran his finger up Jack's back again and said airly, "Oh, it didn't take much, as I recall. Little bit of dancing - taking it in turns with Rose; little bit more dancing after Rose had gone to bed; and then things just sort of... happened." He smirked, leaned in for a quick kiss, then turned away again, towards the house, still holding Jack's hand. "Come on!" |
| Jack followed him the rest of the way, digesting this last bit of news. He was beginning to wonder how different his future promised to be from this Doctor's, as well as what exactly had required the Doctor to need to change. "So, a while, then?" |
| "What, that's slow for you?" the Doctor glanced back over his shoulder at Jack as he tried the doorknob - the place was bigger than he'd thought from a distance, a proper house, maybe a gamekeeper's cottage? - and raised his eyebrows high. |
| "I think everything's slow to you," Jack smirked and looked around the cottage. "Bigger than it looks from the outside," he said. |
| "All the best places are!" the Doctor walked in, took as long a look around as it took to locate the stairs, and tugged Jack towards them. "This town is amazing! Everything's open, everything's free, everything's exactly where you want it - now if there could just be a really nice big bed up here..." |
| Jack laughed, pulled toward the Doctor as he scrambled around. "And none of that bothers you? Just a little too... easy?" |
| "Oh, I think I deserve a little easiness after the year I've had." He wasn't actually joking. It'd been a hell of a year. He grinned down at Jack as he dragged him up the stairs. "I'll worry about it later. When I've had enough of my holiday in the sun and actually want to get out of here again." He reached the top of the stairs and turned round to cup Jack's face in his hands and kiss him again, warm and deep and savouring that wonderful generosity with which Jack always kissed back. |
| Jack hung onto the Doctor's hips, mouth mobile and wet against the one pressing against his own. He had spied an open door a few feet away with a hint of a bed, so he pushed at the Doctor, guiding him inside. Once there, he kept going until he'd backed the Doctor against the bed and pushed. |
| Oooh, he liked it when Jack took charge. (Well, as long as it wasn't all the time.) He lay back on the bed, long arms and legs sprawled everywhere, and leered up at Jack. "Planning on joining me here?" |
| "Oh, yeah," Jack breathed, taking in the sight of the Doctor lounging. "Just enjoying the view." He unzipped his uniform jacket and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. Next he kneeled on the bed, straddling the Doctor's legs and raised an eyebrow as he pulled the leather aside to pop open the top button of the man's jeans. "There are entirely too many clothes being worn for my tastes." |
| the Doctor got comfy, folding his arms behind his head and letting Jack do his thing. And enjoying the sheer heat of the man he could feel from the calves and thighs pressed against his own. He lifted an eyebrow of his own. "Starting at the middle - that's an interesting way of solving the problem." |
| "That's me," Jack laughed, unzipping the Doctor's jeans and gripping both waistbands to pull them down together. "I jump right in." |
| "I was getting that, yeah." He lifted his hips helpfully, and hoped Jack would remember his jeans wouldn't be going very far without removing his footwear first. |
| Jack figured he'd get to the footwear later. The Doctor wanted a preview, and he was going to get one. Kicking off his own shoes, he settled along the Doctor's body, leaning on an elbow between the Doctor's legs. He looked up the long body before he placed a wet kiss to the Doctor's sharp hip-bone, lips curling up in a smirk as he nuzzled against the dark hair nearby, inhaling his maleness. This was worth dropping through time for. |
| the Doctor met Jack's gaze down the length of his torso, trying to communicate his readiness and eagerness and - God - need for this beautiful man. He inhaled sharply at the touch of Jack's mouth, hips pushing upwards fractionally, and his hands came down automatically to stroke Jack's hair. "God," he groaned. How could he have run away from this? |
| "You can call me Jack," Jack winked and palmed the Doctor's cock, licking at the head before sliding his lips down the side. He moaned at the taste, eyes closing as he swallowed it whole, savoring the feel and weight of it against his tongue. |
| He didn't respond to the quip - he'd known he was going to get that retort and he simply hadn't cared. What he did respond to was the contact. His teeth came down on his lower lip, his fingers tightened in Jack's hair, and when Jack swallowed him, his hips snapped upwards uncontrollably as he gasped out his pleasure. |
| Jack smiled around the Doctor's cock at his gasp, the sound of his pleasure going straight to his own cock. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his own trousers and pushed them down, freeing himself from the constriction around his hardness. Sucking on the Doctor's cock, he started a slow rhythm with a lot of suction, the hand of the arm he was leaning on teasing his balls with light touches. His other hand squeezed at his own cock, jacking slowly in tandem with the rhythm his mouth had set. With his heart pounding at his ribcage, he was just letting himself feel this - feel and hear the Doctor's pleasure feeding his own. |
| From somewhere a long way behind all the exquisite, almost blinding, pleasure he was receiving from Jack's mouth and tongue and fingers, the Doctor was vaguely aware that Jack was seeing to himself too, and it made him feel... selfish. Not something that would normally worry him that much, but this was Jack's first time with him. He gasped out, fighting not to just give in to the sheer sensation of what Jack was doing to him, "Jack... Jack - I'm not going to - are you sure you want me to come like this?" |
| Jack looked up at the Doctor, panting. "You wanted a preview..." he shook himself, cursing the fact that all the blood in his head had seemed diverted elsewhere for the moment. He kneeled up and leaned in to kiss the Doctor, fumbling with the leather jacket to try and pull it off. "Too many clothes..." he mumbled and dove in for another kiss. |
| Oh, it was good to have Jack up there with him again - even if it did mean losing the effects of that talented mouth on his cock. He kissed Jack back urgently, and sat up, pushing Jack with him, to aid with the removal of his jacket and Jack's own clothes. That accomplished, he let his hands glide over Jack's muscular shoulders and back and murmured against his lips, "Actually, that was you who mentioned a preview. I never said I wanted anything less than the whole show." |
| "Well then," Jack grinned. "On with the show." He pulled the Doctor with him as he rolled, pulling him over him and writhing under him as he felt his cock slide against his own. This was better. |
| The sudden sensation of having all of Jack touching him, moving against him, was almost overwhelming. the Doctor groaned breathlessly, and leaned down for another kiss, hot and urgent and needy, as he let his knees slide to the bed so he was straddling Jack's legs and began to move a bit more deliberately. |
| "Yeah, much better," Jack moaned, hands sliding down the Doctor's back to press against his firm ass, guiding him as they moved together. He mouthed his way to the Doctor's ear, breathing heavily. "You feel so good," he whispered, feeling like his skin was on fire. The Doctor was alive with electricity and heat, melting into his skin to his bones. It was hot and addicting and a million other things he couldn't name. He latched onto the Doctor's throat and sucked, tounging at the skin. |
| "You feel pretty wonderful yourself," the Doctor panted, stretching his head up so Jack could reach his throat better. Oh, that felt amazing. Good neck, this body had, he'd have to remember that. Very sensitive. It was all he could do to keep his hips moving, arse burning with the feel of Jack's large hands pressing against it. With a moan, he moved his head down so he could murmur in Jack's ear, "Fuck or be fucked? Your choice." |
| Jack froze, willing himself from coming just at hearing the Doctor's question. "Shit, you can't just say something like that without warning a guy..." he breathed. "I hope we've got some lube around here somewhere, 'cause I want you to fuck me." |
| the Doctor grinned. "Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "But I did say the whole show. Thought you'd be expecting it!" He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Jack's handsome jaw, and murmured lazily, as he reached out a hand for the pocket of his jacket, "Good thing one of us is prepared for these eventualities. Though I would have bet good money on it being you." |
| "I wasn't exactly expecting to need lube in the afterlife," Jack laughed. "But that'll teach me to be so narrow-minded." |
| "In your afterlife, I'm sure you'll need lube," the Doctor quipped, retrieving the little tube and rolling off Jack onto his side. "So don't forget next time!" Not that there was likely to be an afterlife for Jack for a very, very long time, he realised suddenly, going still. Shit. At some point, he was going to have to decide whether to tell Jack what his future held. Some point not now, though. Leaning over Jack, he planted wet, warm kisses on his collar bone and down his smooth, lightly-muscled torso, while he flipped open the lube and slicked up his fingers. Then he wrapped those fingers around Jack's erection and closed his mouth loosely round the head, swirling his tongue. Just to drive Jack a little mad before proceeding with the main business. |
| Jack arched off the bed, gasping with an open mouth at the feel of the Doctor's mouth on his cock. Sometimes he hated his life, and then sometimes he really, really loved it. |
| the Doctor chuckled around Jack's cock. Jack was always so beautifully responsive - he'd never get enough of that. His fingers let go of Jack's erection and trailed down lightly over his balls. He closed his lips more tightly and sucked, closing his free hand round the base while the other one stroked and teased at Jack's opening for a long moment before finally having mercy and sliding one long, narrow finger inside. |
| One of Jack's hands flew to the Doctor's head, fingers sinking into the dark mass and he groaned long and low. He writhed, wanting to pull away from the intrusion, but pushing into it instead. He wanted more - he could take it. |
| the Doctor was very well aware that Jack could take more. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease him a bit first, though. He slid down a bit further on Jack's cock, tongue pressed hard against the sensitive skin, and slipped his finger further inside, stroking slowly. It took him a moment to feel at home - he'd forgotten that his own body had changed, and his fingers were longer and thinner than they had been last time he did this - but he soon adjusted and gave Jack's prostate a wickedly hard stroke, sucking firmly on his cock at the same time. |
| Jack cried out and bucked up in to the Doctor's mouth, eyes rolling back in his head at the sensations of everything the Doctor was doing. Once his brain had caught up with his body, he looked down his body at the Doctor and tried for his most stern glare. "Much more of that, and this will be over far sooner than you want it to be," Jack panted, and then reached to grab for what he could of the Doctor to attempt to drag him bodily upward. |
| Now, trying to move a man who has his mouth locked round your cock and his finger up your arse is not a spectacularly sensible idea. the Doctor resisted Jack's hands long enough to release his cock and slip his finger out, because he really didn't want to hurt him - at least not like that - and only then did he allow himself to be hauled up Jack's body. "Getting impatient with me, are you, Jack?" he teased, eyes alight with mischief, cock sliding against Jack's, trapped between their bodies. "Let me tell you now, that never works." |
| "I'm not for teasing," Jack whined, hands roaming down the Doctor's back and his hips pushing up into the contact. "I'm for fucking." He lunged up and captured the Doctor's mouth in a fierce kiss, hand sliding up to cup the back of the Doctor's head. If the Doctor had wanted him fired up, then he had it. |
| "You want to be fucked now?" the Doctor asked, frowning a little as he tried to work out if Jack was actually ready, or just impatient. He knew what Jack was capable of, but he didn't want to hurt him. |
| "Or, you know, whenever's convenient for you," he smirked, "but much more teasing and I really can't be responsible for the injury or mess." Jack's hands were roaming again, finally settling on the Doctor's hips as he pulled him down to grind against. With another lunge, he latched onto that sensitive neck above him and this time applied a hint of teeth. |
| the Doctor groaned, long and low and needy, and looked down at Jack. "Oh, now is very convenient," he said with a dark grin. "I just wanted to be sure you didn't - you know - want any more of these first." He waggled his fingers brightly in front of Jack's face. "But if you're ready for the main event..." |
| "I'm ready," Jack panted and snaked a leg around the Doctor's, grinding his pelvis up against him again. "Not that your fingers aren't absolutely wonderful, but I'd much rather have your cock in me when I come." |
| the Doctor gasped at the pressure against his cock. "Me too," he acknowledged breathlessly, and reached for the lube again. He leaned down and nipped at Jack's jaw while he slicked himself up, taking the time to do it thoroughly despite feeling just as impatient to get on with it as Jack obviously was. "Though remember I have seen your control, Captain," he murmured, lips moving against Jack's smooth jaw. "I trust you not to come too soon." |
| "Quit teasing and I'll do just fine," Jack breathed as he turned his head, encouraging the Doctor to keep his mouth against his skin. "Whatever this stuff is that you're giving off, it's going to my head," he pulled back and smirked up at the Doctor, "both of them." |
| "'S called artron energy," the Doctor told him smugly. "Leftover from regeneration. Got rather a large dose of it this time - it'll take a while to wear off, I 'spect. Might as well make the most of it in the meantime!" He reached up and snagged a pillow from beside Jack's head, then tapped Jack's hip. "Lift up for me, Captain." |
| Jack lifted his hips obediently, leaning up to drag his tongue up the Doctor's neck. "Whatever it is, I'm liking it," he said and let his legs sprawl open. The artron was fizzing in his head and shooting through his veins and he couldn't quite put a feeling to what it was doing to his insides, but it was definitely good. Palming the back of the Doctor's neck with one large hand, he moaned as he opened his mouth against the Doctor's carotid pulse and sucked. |
| the Doctor groaned hard and collapsed helplessly on top of Jack again. "Fuck," he got out, breathlessly, straining alternately against the mouth on his neck and hand that held him down onto it. His hands scrabbled at Jack's shoulders and eventually found enough co-ordination to push up and away from that irresistible mouth. He looked Jack in the eyes and then let his gaze run down the length of his body. Oh, he looked beautiful, all sprawled out like that, ready and waiting. the Doctor really wasn't going to wait any longer. He reached down, lined himself up, and slowly began to push inside. |
| With a grunt, Jack let go and snaked his arms around to grip at the Doctor's back, hands spasming once he felt the intrusion. He pushed against it, hungry and just a little bit careless to whether it hurt. The artron energy was helping him ride over the discomfort enough to be greedy and hook an ankle over the Doctor's legs in an attempt to pull him closer. It wasn't enough - he wanted all of it. |
| the Doctor panted at the sheer tightness of Jack around his cock, and resisted Jack's efforts to draw him in faster. "God, I'd forgotten how pushy you used to be!" the Doctor grunted. "I'm going to have to teach you patience all over again, aren't I?" |
| "Yeah, teach me later," Jack grinned, back arching, "but fuck me now." |
| "Look," the Doctor gasped, "I go any faster right now and I won't even get as far as fucking you! You are so. Bloody. Tight." He started pushing in again steadily, though the intensity was nearly killing him, and quirked an eyebrow. "Think I must be a bit bigger than I used to be." |
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