Trust: Jack/Nine, NC-17
Title: Trust
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Nine/Jack
Genre: slash
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers Nope
Warnings: D/s
Word Count: 380
Prompt: Set2Music Prompt 36: Take strength from those that need you
Summary: What the Doctor needs. 10 minutes before On His Knees. Requested by Nina_DS.
Author's Note: Meme response. Written fast and dirty
Sometimes the Doctor puts Jack on his knees, and sometimes Jack puts himself there.
Tonight it's the latter.
Jack's already kneeling when the Doctor comes to his room. He's naked to the waist, legs spread as far as they can be, within the confines of his jeans. His hands are held behind his back, his head is down to expose the back of his neck, and his eyes are closed.
The Doctor doesn't go to him straight away. He doesn't disturb Jack. He folds his arms across his chest, and tips himself to lean a shoulder against the open doorframe, and looks at Jack. Watches him.
The fingers Jack's wrapped around his own wrist curl a bit tighter, his shoulders tense and he almost looks up. He knows he's being watched. The Doctor doesn't move, doesn't make a sound. He waits it out.
Jack sighs, softly. His breathing deepens and his legs shift further apart. He is, except the slow rise and fall of his breath, completely still. He's at rest and at peace. It is completely beautiful.
The Doctor pushes himself upright and walks across the room, steps as close to silent as he can make them. The sound would be jarring, but gently slipping his fingers through Jack's hair doesn't even startle him. Quite the contrary, Jack tilts his head back with the motion, follows it. His eyes are still closed but with his face turned toward the Doctor, now.
The Doctor pauses there, just for a moment, with his fingers woven into and through Jack's hair. Then, slowly, he starts to close his hand. It has to pull, but the only indication of that from Jack is a faint crease appearing between his eyebrows and his mouth falling, very slightly, open.
He is so completely relaxed. So open. The Doctor strokes his thumb over Jack's lower lip. Jack responds with a low sound of arousal, a soft nip and without hesitation.
The Doctor pushes his thumb into Jack's mouth and curls his fingers around the side of Jack's face. Jack leans into him.
It's not the slick heat around his thumb that turns the Doctor on, and Jack's mouth around his cock isn't what he needs.
It's all that trust.
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Nine/Jack
Genre: slash
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers Nope
Warnings: D/s
Word Count: 380
Prompt: Set2Music Prompt 36: Take strength from those that need you
Summary: What the Doctor needs. 10 minutes before On His Knees. Requested by Nina_DS.
Author's Note: Meme response. Written fast and dirty
Sometimes the Doctor puts Jack on his knees, and sometimes Jack puts himself there.
Tonight it's the latter.
Jack's already kneeling when the Doctor comes to his room. He's naked to the waist, legs spread as far as they can be, within the confines of his jeans. His hands are held behind his back, his head is down to expose the back of his neck, and his eyes are closed.
The Doctor doesn't go to him straight away. He doesn't disturb Jack. He folds his arms across his chest, and tips himself to lean a shoulder against the open doorframe, and looks at Jack. Watches him.
The fingers Jack's wrapped around his own wrist curl a bit tighter, his shoulders tense and he almost looks up. He knows he's being watched. The Doctor doesn't move, doesn't make a sound. He waits it out.
Jack sighs, softly. His breathing deepens and his legs shift further apart. He is, except the slow rise and fall of his breath, completely still. He's at rest and at peace. It is completely beautiful.
The Doctor pushes himself upright and walks across the room, steps as close to silent as he can make them. The sound would be jarring, but gently slipping his fingers through Jack's hair doesn't even startle him. Quite the contrary, Jack tilts his head back with the motion, follows it. His eyes are still closed but with his face turned toward the Doctor, now.
The Doctor pauses there, just for a moment, with his fingers woven into and through Jack's hair. Then, slowly, he starts to close his hand. It has to pull, but the only indication of that from Jack is a faint crease appearing between his eyebrows and his mouth falling, very slightly, open.
He is so completely relaxed. So open. The Doctor strokes his thumb over Jack's lower lip. Jack responds with a low sound of arousal, a soft nip and without hesitation.
The Doctor pushes his thumb into Jack's mouth and curls his fingers around the side of Jack's face. Jack leans into him.
It's not the slick heat around his thumb that turns the Doctor on, and Jack's mouth around his cock isn't what he needs.
It's all that trust.