| Date: 3 January 2008
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness Location: outside Link to IJ: thread #23831 |
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 "Well I wouldn't know," Jack whined, trying hard not to squirm. "You seem perfectly fine to me." One of his hands slipped down to press into the small of the Doctor's back, the other sliding up into his hair. "Would kissing you be too much, right now?" |
 Might be..." He grinned. "I'm willing to try, though."He swooped down on Jack's open mouth, gasping again at the sheer heat of the man, heat on his lips and around his tongue, and around his cock, which was by now just about as far in as it could go. He paused for a long moment, trembling slightly, kissing Jack breathlessly, and then started the long, delicious, slow pull out again. |
| Jack mewled into the Doctor's mouth, clinging to him and sucking on his cool tongue. Pressing his leaking cock up into the Doctor as he withdrew was all he could do for the moment, loving the feel of the Doctor inside him both in his mouth and below. He held a feverish thought in his mind for a fleeting moment of enveloping him and wrapping himself around all that grin and energy to feel it fully on his skin. |
| the Doctor moaned at the way Jack was clutching at him, as if trying to merge them into one person. He'd never get tired of being wanted that much. He drove his tongue - oh yeah, lovely long agile tongue in this body! - into the hot wetness of Jack's mouth, twisting and twining urgently with Jack's, as he flexed his hips and drove his cock back in, harder this time, and faster, groaning at the intensity of sensation. |
| Jack's nails dug into the Doctor's back as he arched into the thrust, breaking the kiss to cry out at the sensations. The Doctor's fantastic tongue, the overwhelming pleasure of that cock sliding home deep inside and raking across his prostate; he was being loud and he didn't care. He'd bring the cottage down around them if he had to-nothing was going to stop him from being truly and completely fucked. Especially by the Doctor. "Come on," he growled, teeth bared, "give me that cock." |
| the Doctor couldn't help laughing. God, but he loved Jack's enthusiasm! "Feel like being flexible?" he inquired breathlessly, not waiting for an answer before hefting one of Jack's legs up and over his own shoulder so he could plunge deeper into that luscious arse. |
| Flexibility wasn't a problem as long as it involved sex, so Jack merely used the leg over the Doctor's shoulder to arch further into the thrusts. He'd be sore in a bunch of different places tomorrow and that was just fine. But he was now without the ability to rub off against a taught belly, so he let go of the Doctor with one hand and wrapped it around his cock, thumb slipping across the head to spread the precome around. It wasn't going to take much to get him off, but he didn't want to come too quick, either. Jack cursed as he started jacking himself slow, eyes wide. He wasn't terribly sure he could stop from coming if he had to - the Doctor seemed to be hammering his prostate with both his cock and artron energy. |
| He'd known flexibility wasn't going to be a problem. He started to fuck Jack in earnest, long, hard strokes that had him almost crossing his eyes with the sensations they evoked. He watched Jack's big hand moving expertly on his own erection, watched his handsome face flush with pleasure, watched those brilliant blue eyes darken with arousal and finally lock with his own. He grinned, fiercely, and picked up the pace even more. He wasn't going to last much longer and he wanted to see Jack come completely undone first. |
| The moment the Doctor increased the pace, Jack knew he was beyond the point of no return. So instead of trying to delay the inevitable, he jerked himself roughly and lunged up for the Doctor's mouth. |
| the Doctor moaned into Jack's mouth as it latched onto his own. He let his weight (such as it was) push Jack's head back onto the pillow and leaned over him, kissing him hard, cock deep, deep inside him and almost still now save for tiny, tiny thrusts. He could feel his orgasm building, hot and tight in his balls, and he suddenly reared off Jack, pulled out almost all the way, pressing hard on Jack's prostate as he passed, and slammed back in, all the way, in one long, powerful thrust. |
| Jack howled at the Doctor's fierce thrust, body arching off the bed as the Doctor's cock pushed his orgasm out, that first devastating crest of pleasure making all his muscles seize and finally release with the second pulse, hoarse voice still crying out wordlessly. His body was reacting on its own, Jack's mind reeling. |
| If he hadn't been well on the way to his own orgasm, seeing, hearing and feeling Jack's would have done it for the Doctor. The total abandon of Jack's reaction, noisy and beautiful, fed into the sudden, almost unbearable tightness clenching around his cock and combined to draw him into a climax that had him shuddering and shaking and crying out wildly in his turn. Finally, he slumped down on top of Jack, grinning like a madman. |
| Jack saw the Doctor smiling and offered a weak, exhausted grin of his own as he panted, trying to will his body to mind him again. With one arm, he hugged the Doctor's body and breathed into his shoulder, open mouth against the skin. |
| the Doctor shivered deliciously at the feel of Jack's hot, moist breath against his skin. He nipped gently at the skin nearest his mouth, which happened to be Jack's ear lobe, and ran trembling fingers through Jack's hair. "Not bad for a first time, eh?" he offered, voice still shaky. |
| Jack shuddered at the Doctor's nip. "Nrgghh," he mumbled, and laughed deep in his chest. He wasn't too worried - his ability to speak would return, eventually. |
| the Doctor winced as Jack's laughter made muscles clench around a part of him that was now extremely sensitive. He gritted his teeth and began to pull out carefully, snagging the handkerchief out of his jacket pocket to clean up the worst of the mess. Then he collapsed on top of Jack again with a grunt, ducking his head and rubbing his hair like a cat against the side of Jack's neck. He felt heavy and lazy and sated. He mumbled into the crook of Jack's shoulder, "I'm sorry." |
| Jack wrapped his arms around the Doctor, hugging him tight. "F'what?" he asked, hands skimming over the cool skin of the Doctor's back. "'Cause you certainly don't have to be sorry about fucking me within an inch of my life." He nuzzled into the mass of dark hair, kissing the top of his head. |
| the Doctor just shook his head. "Not for that. For... well, you'll know when it happens." A hundred and fifty years, the other Jack had said. And who knew how much longer after that before he actually deigned to find the man again. He snuggled deeper, fingers clinging tight to Jack's broad shoulders. "I don't want to lose you." |
| Well that's... crypic," Jack murmured and nuzzled into the Doctor's neck and kissed his pulse-point. "I'm here right now, lets not worry about what happens later." |
| Oh, thank heaven for Jack and his unquestioning (if misplaced) trust. Because he really didn't want to have to explain himself, here, now, if at all. He moaned gently at the feel of Jack's lips against his throat again, and sighed softly. "Yeah. Here and now. Here and now is fantastic!" |