Instigator, Part 1/1
Title: Instigator
Author: radiantbaby
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Word Count: 4582
Genre: Slashy, smutty ficlet with a teeny side of Ten!Angst
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords [specifically this story takes place during events before the very the end of the episode/S3]
Summary: The Doctor, Jack, and Martha having sex with each other - need I say more?
Disclaimer: All your Doctor Who are belong to us Sadly, I own nothing related to Doctor Who et al, though I have Ten(nant) and the TARDIS currently on my wish list (didn’t get either for Christmas though - bugger!).
Author Notes: Well, I just wanted to write a straight up piece of PWP/PWOP with 10/Martha/Jack, but 10’s angst sort of kept creeping in here and there. A tiny bit of plot did as well. *shrug* Anyway, it’s been a long, long, long time since I have written anything slashy (and I am pretty sure I have never actually written a threesome), so bear with me on this. Also, this work hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Still getting used to writing again, so that is also a handicap. Feedback is happy-making though, so please leave a word or two.
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The Doctor entered the TARDIS, his heart still heavy with sorrow since leaving the Master’s funeral pyre. He needed to pull things together, put on a smiley face for the others and do his best to color his dark eyes with some semblance of nonchalance over the whole matter. It was a game he had played with himself and his companions for more years than he could dare count.
He bit his cheek, trying to calm the insistent tears that threatened to fall again, and tasted his blood fresh against his tongue. He’d already fallen to pieces in front of everyone in the last day, on his knees in the Valiant with the Master in his arms -- he felt he need not do it again so soon. In fact, in that moment he felt as if he should never again let others see him so weak and vulnerable and sought to wrap himself up in his own emotional walls much like a new coat.
He looked around the TARDIS and saw she was still not completely fixed yet from the Master’s dabbling with her for his Paradox Machine. The Doctor stroked lightly over the coral structure inside the TARDIS he just passed, fingertips touching his ship lovingly as he hoped he could heal her more than he could even imagine being able to heal himself. He also noticed things seemed so quiet around him and realized that such silence almost felt uncomfortable after all of the noise of the last year - the terrible Year that Never Was. That noise had filled him for so long, always screams and crying both aloud and in his head psychically; noise he had never been able to quiet until now. They were from everyone on the Valiant and the Earth below, drilling themselves deeply into his consciousness every single moment of every single day that year, perhaps as incessant as the drums in the Master’s head. It had almost driven him mad.
He made his way past the console, tossing his coat over the Captain’s Chair, and headed into the heart of the TARDIS. He knew that Martha and Jack were on board waiting for his return, but he was unsure of where they were. Part of him felt a tinge of worry that they might have been avoiding him. None of them had spoken after the Master died and they all three had remained silent in one another’s presence as he took the Master’s body aboard the TARDIS and then carried him, alone, onto his makeshift funeral. Too much silence, he thought. Silence now worried him. At least with the screams and crying, he had felt connected, as dark as that was for him.
He closed his eyes trying to feel where Jack and Martha were telepathically, trying desperately to connect with them again. He could feel a very slight tingle of their presence, but not much more, so he stopped and pressed his palm against the hallway of the TARDIS and concentrated more on what faint wisps of their thoughts and emotions he could feel, using the TARDIS to amplify his perception of them.
The Doctor gasped aloud, what he felt causing a tightening in his groin almost instantly, pressing insistently against the tight cloth of his trousers. He knew that feeling. It was the same feeling he would always try to block out of his head late in the night when his companions often took to tactile pleasures and sensual thoughts. He’d been around humans long enough to get a bit used to their sexuality and, by extension, sexual cravings. All of them touched themselves late at night, every single one of them. Some of them did so while they thought of lovers back home, some of them just thought of fleeting images, but so many of them thought of him. Him on top, him behind them, him below them...
He always tried to busy himself when such feelings would take him, even though the first stirrings would always seem to jar him from whatever he was working on. He could usually block most of it out, keeping the feelings in the background like a low level hum. That is, until they would come. Orgasms on the TARDIS were especially difficult to ignore, as they just seemed to reverberate through everything, echoing through the entire ship like a burst of external energy. The lights would always dim a bit and the ship’s sounds seemed to murmur a little louder for a few minutes afterward. He sometimes wondered if that was due to the TARDIS somehow enjoying the feeling as well, connected to both him and his companions deeper than simply a translator of language.
Nevertheless, the next time he would see said companions, he would pretend that he never knew or felt a thing during those times (perhaps they’d forgotten he was telepathic?). No need making them too uncomfortable. Besides, he was only too glad they couldn’t feel his orgasms - especially as he was often thinking of them as well.
The Doctor moved his hand from the wall of the TARDIS and made his way toward the library. The resonance of the feelings of his shipmates made it clear they were both otherwise occupied, so he thought he might just settle in the library with a book to try and distract himself. He didn’t feel as if he quite had the focus and concentration necessary to resume repairing the ship just yet. No, he needed to unwind -- the tension of the months was weighing heavily on his limbs.
The Doctor walked down the hall, still feeling the soft fluttering of pleasure in the air around him as he moved, now greatly subdued as he no longer palmed the TARDIS. He smiled, despite himself, feeling somewhat happy that at least his companions - no, his friends - were enjoying something after the devastation they’d been through the last twelve months. As he entered the library, he heard soft moans emanating from across the room. Curious, he found himself walking toward the sound. He rounded the corner and saw Martha and Jack behind some shelves, at the far end of the aisle, some twenty feet away.
Martha was sitting up on a low shelf, her head held back and her eyes closed. Jack was on his knees on the floor before her, his head buried between her legs and his dark hair being stroked by the fingers of Martha’s hands. The Doctor felt his breath hitch at the sight of them and momentarily chastised himself for making a sound, fearing they might hear him, disturbing them. They continued on though as if they did not notice his presence, Martha’s moans growing louder and louder and Jack’s mouth working against the delicate flesh between her thighs, his fingers moving within her in a steady rhythm.
The Doctor wanted to step away, give them their privacy, but he felt as if he were glued to the spot he was in, completely transfixed. His eyes roved over the pair, taking in the details of their bodies - Martha clad only in her shirt and Jack clad only in trousers. He studied the muscles moving beneath the skin of Martha’s legs as they rested upon Jack’s shoulders and the way her fingers gripped Jack’s hair tighter and tighter as her moans started to become deeper and more guttural.
So many times the Doctor had wished to be in such a position with Martha, tasting her with his mouth and feeling her wet throbbing against his tongue and lips as she came. The opportunity would never come to pass though, he thought ruefully to himself, for he felt he’d messed up any chances to be with her while still stuck mired in the bitterness of losing Rose, before the Master had returned.
After they were separated, the Doctor could no longer deny his feelings for Martha after spending months obsessing about her and giving himself permission to finally think about what she meant to him. She had changed since he’d sent her off on her journey though. She was more independent now, and worse, finally it seemed she could deny him for once. The thought cut him deep.
Martha’s voice drew the Doctor from his thoughts, her moans and groans beginning to reach toward the crescendo of her climax. He reached out to the wall beside him, lightly stroking as he could feel the electricity of Martha’s building pleasure through his fingertips. Mentally he pushed back, pushing pleasure back through the connection from the TARDIS, to cause a duplicated bit of sensory feedback in Martha. He couldn’t help himself, he thought.
Martha called out, obviously feeling what he’d sent to her, and then she nearly screamed in pleasure as she came, her hands held tight onto Jack’s head. The Doctor then pulled his fingertips from the wall, trying to not let himself get too caught up in the overload of pleasurable feelings emanating from Martha - at least not when he wasn’t alone enough to do something about it.
Jack stood up from his perch between Martha’s legs and then leaned down to kiss her. There was so much tenderness between them that the Doctor felt his stomach twist a bit with joyful butterflies. He also felt a tinge of envy swell through him, but stayed the emotion as he moved to try and hide behind the nearby bookcase so they would not see him now that they were no longer so distracted. Once hidden, he peered around to continue to watch them, reveling in their soft touches and affection. “Did you enjoy that?” the Doctor heard Jack ask Martha and she simply smiled and cooed at him in response.
“How about you, Doctor?” Jack turned his gaze in the direction of where the Doctor stood, catching him a bit off guard, “Did you enjoy that?”
The Doctor froze, now gripping onto the bookcase before him, and felt the flush rise upon his cheeks over being caught. Martha seemed just as surprised as he was as she gasped, looking down the aisle to see him trying to hide several feet away, her eyes wide.
“I’ll be going,” the Doctor said, clearing his throat, unsure of what else to say. He then turned to walk away.
“Doctor, wait,” Jack called out and the Doctor turned back to him. The intensity of Jack’s gaze startled him a bit. It was almost as if Jack was looking directly into his soul. “Come here,” he added more gently.
The Doctor slowly began to walk toward the pair with his eyes trained on Martha who was still eyeing him with curiosity and what seemed like embarrassment. The Doctor turned his gaze to look back at Jack as he stopped before them, unsure of why Jack asked him to join them, but feeling unable in that moment to refuse him.
Jack suddenly grabbed the lapels of the Doctor’s blazer and pulled him toward himself, pressing his lips against the Doctor’s in a fierce kiss. The Doctor could feel his body tense up for a moment in surprise, the sensation of Jack’s kiss new to this incarnation, but he began to relax as Jack moved a hand to softly stroke his lower back as if to calm him. He opened his mouth more to Jack, letting his tongue explore his mouth as he began to explore Jack’s as well. He moaned a bit as he could taste what had definitely been Martha on Jack’s lips and tongue and found himself eagerly lapping at him as if to taste all of Martha that he could.
The Doctor could feel Jack moving him slightly, walking him a bit across the floor, but kept the kiss going, reveling in the physical connection that felt so wonderful after a year of hardly ever being touched. Soon Jack began to gasp for air a bit, stopping the kiss, and the Doctor stared into his eyes as they stood face to face. He could see affection there, affection that made his hearts swell, and a hint of mischievousness. Jack then leaned forward, resting his chin on the Doctor’s shoulder, his hot breath against the Doctor’s ear.
“I’ll ask again, even though I think I know the answer,” Jack began with a whisper, slipping his hand down to brush against the Doctor’s groin, his palm quickly brushing past the hardness in his trousers. “Did you like what I did to Martha?”
The Doctor closed his eyes, trying to steady himself as Jack now used his knuckle to lightly caress up and down the length of his cock through the fabric. “Yes,” the Doctor breathed out in response, words struggling to form on his lips. “Yes, I did.”
Jack pulled back to look at the Doctor for a moment, a smirk on his face. And then Jack began to sink to his knees before him. It was then the Doctor noticed where Jack had moved him during the kiss - Jack was now sandwiched between him and Martha. As Jack lowered himself, the Doctor watched Martha as she came into view behind him, her eyes locked on him and expression filled with surprise and what almost looked like desire. His breath hitched in response as he wondered about the possibility Martha desiring him, but he waved it off as impossible. Still, he began to feel his hearts racing, especially when Jack began to undo his trousers, slowly pulling the zipper down. The Doctor felt Jack deftly pull his shirt from his trousers, his fingertips lightly caressing the skin around his waist, before pulling down his underwear and trousers to pool on the floor at his feet.
The Doctor blushed a bit at being so exposed in front of Martha and Jack, his legs bare and his cock erect before them. No one had ever seen so much of this body before with it always covered in layers of clothing. He looked down to see Jack look appreciatively up at him and over to Martha who was blushing a bit as well, steeling furtive glances down between his legs. The Doctor then held his breath and closed his eyes as he felt Jack’s hot breath caress his cock. He balled his fists at his sides, bracing himself for Jack’s ministrations.
After a minute or so of standing with his eyes pressed close and his body tense, the Doctor realized Jack was not doing anything of the sort. He opened his eyes and looked down. A wide smile spread across Jack’s face and the Doctor saw him give him a sly wink. Jack began to stand up between he and Martha again, running his hands along the Doctor’s legs as he rose to his feet. Again Jack was eye to eye with him, his expression seeming to attempt to read what the Doctor was feeling. Jack then reached forward and began to unbutton the Doctor’s blazer, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor.
“You always wear too many clothes,” Jack said in a playful, sing-songy tone, loosening the Doctor’s tie and working the buttons of his shirt open.
Jack pulled the loosened tie up over the Doctor’s head and tossed it to the floor, following it with the Doctor’s shirt he’d now pushed off his shoulders. Jack smiled at the Doctor, looking up and down his now fully nude body appreciatively. “Much better,” he murmured.
The Doctor was trying to resist the urge to bolt out of the room, finding himself filled with embarrassment, as he stood so exposed before his two friends. He could feel himself trembling as Jack took a hold of his arms and began to kiss him again, this time a little more lightly. The Doctor found himself sighing as Jack pressed his chest against his, three hearts racing against one another in desire, but was surprised when Jack finally broke their kiss and moved around him to stand right behind him.
The Doctor felt Jack breathing against his neck and the hardness of Jack’s cock beneath his trousers pressing against the base of his spine. He shuddered at how good it felt, closing his eyes to the sensation. He also focused on Jack’s hands, which were now lightly caressing up and down his sides and belly.
They stood quietly for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the deep breathing of the three of them. “I want you to fuck Martha,” Jack said, breaking the silence.
The Doctor’s eyes flew open in surprise, regarding Martha in front of him who was looking just as shocked as he was by Jack’s statement. Jack then pressed himself harder against the Doctor, pushing him forward to rest between Martha’s legs, closing the distance between them. The Doctor hissed in pleasure as the tip of his cock unintentionally brushed lightly against the soft wetness of the apex of Martha’s thighs as he bumped into her slightly. She was sitting at waist level on the shelf and he had moved clumsily against her as a result of Jack’s pushing behind him. Martha moaned in response.
“Kiss her,” Jack commanded behind them, now pushing down a bit on the Doctor’s shoulders to lower him toward Martha. “Doctor, I know you want to,” Jack added, feeling the Doctor’s resistance, his body tense and holding steady against his pressing.
The Doctor swallowed hard, letting out a deep breath. “But she doesn’t, Jack,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “She doesn’t.”
The Doctor hung his head low, trying to focus more on the floor below him than the intoxicating view he now had between Martha’s legs. It had been hard to admit out loud, but he knew that Martha no longer wanted him and he wanted out of Jack’s game. He wanted to run again and began to calculate how to pull himself free from the weight of Jack behind him. The tears, despite all his efforts, were beginning to fall again.
Jack loosened the pressure on the Doctor’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist as if to hug him instead. “Doctor,” he whispered affectionately, lightly kissing the nape of his neck. “Doctor.”
“I should go,” the Doctor sighed, trying to push back into Jack to extract himself from between Martha’s legs and Jack’s embrace. Eyes now closed, he was still not looking at anyone -- especially Martha, the woman whom he had hurt so much. The woman that he loved.
The Doctor felt hands on his waist and his body being pulled forward again. The caress was different than Jack’s. It was -
“Doctor, don’t go,” Martha said softly as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were soft and sweet as they looked up at him and he felt his breath catch as their eyes finally met.
Martha’s hands moved from the Doctor’s waist and up to his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. “Kiss me,” was all she said. It was all she needed to say. They were two simple words that meant more to him than any words could have in that moment.
Jack loosened his embrace around the Doctor’s waist as the Doctor leaned down to capture Martha’s lips with a kiss. Martha still had her hands on his cheeks, now lightly caressing his face before moving her fingertips down across his neck until they settled into his hair.
The Doctor tried his best to use his mouth to express everything he felt for Martha as he slipped his tongue past her lips, trying to somehow express to her how much he loved her without the words he had so much trouble verbalizing. The emotional resonance of taste was always so important to him and he worked to memorize everything about how Martha tasted, cataloguing a deep sensory memory of her that he could revisit in future thoughts.
The Doctor felt a shiver run through him as Jack’s fingers combed up and down his back and Martha caressed his hair. Martha sighed in response, deepening her kiss even more. The Doctor then noticed Jack no longer touching him, seeming to shift a bit behind him. He was paying more attention to kissing Martha though, now tentatively reaching down to lightly caress her legs, which were pressed lightly against his sides.
The Doctor then heard the tear of plastic behind him and pulled slowly from his kiss with Martha as Jack’s hands returned around his waist. He looked down to see a condom in Jack’s hand and moaned in pleasure as Jack reached down and rolled the plastic over his cock from behind him, lightly caressing him. The Doctor looked at Martha, still feeling a bit hesitant and worried despite the kisses they had just shared.
Martha smiled shyly up at the Doctor, glanced down at his cock with an appreciative gaze, and then back up at the Doctor, a dark desire now coloring her expression. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.
The Doctor could feel Jack pushing him even closer to Martha and could feel as Jack reached down and held his cock again, angling it to penetrate her. It was almost too much for the Doctor to take - Jack holding his cock briefly and then the wet warmth of Martha as he slid slowly inside her. Once fully sheathed inside her, Jack wrapped his arms around the two of them, holding them tightly together. Everyone’s breathing was now ragged as they simply stood there, so close together, for a few moments.
“I just wanted you to feel this before you get too caught up,” Jack said softly behind the Doctor. “Sometimes I think you forget how close we are.” The Doctor could sense Jack’s double entendre and deeper meaning juxtaposing the friendship shared between the three of them and this very moment. It moved him.
Jack then let go and pressed his hands against the Doctor’s hips, moving him to slowly pull out and press against Martha repeatedly. The Doctor and Martha were sighing, the Doctor trying to keep his movements slow and steady so that he could revel in the feeling of being inside her. Jack was setting their rhythm at first and while the Doctor certainly knew how to do it himself, he found that he liked that Jack was driving things. Jack was always such an instigator and the Doctor knew this would have probably never happened without his insistence. He would have to thank him sometime.
Soon Jack’s hands left the Doctor’s waist, and the Doctor settled into his own rhythm, trying to move himself at the best angle that made Martha call out. It caused him to moan to pull such sounds from her lips and it drove him on to see how much pleasure he could give her. This regeneration had never had sex before and he was happy to share it with the two people he felt closest to.
The Doctor heard the shuffle of cloth and then the rip of plastic behind him again. Jack’s hot breath was against his ear as he pressed against him, now obviously nude himself. “Might I join in?” Jack asked, his tone playful.
The Doctor groaned in response, bucking his hips harder and deeper into Martha. “Yes,” he panted. “Please.”
The Doctor felt Jack shifting behind him to put his own condom on and the hollow click of what sounded like a bottle opening. Then there was a slight rustling sound that the Doctor identified as Jack putting lube on himself. The Doctor moaned at the visual image of that action in his head. He then felt Jack pressed against his back again, this time pressing his cock against him from behind. The Doctor tried to calm his muscles -- experience with this telling him tension was not what was needed at this point -- as Jack slowly began to press himself inside him.
A deep guttural groan escaped the Doctor’s lips as he was pushed flush against Martha when Jack pushed himself in as deep inside him as he could. Martha leaned her head forward a bit, catching a kiss from Jack over the Doctor’s shoulder. Their kiss was only broken when Jack began to move again, pushing the Doctor against Martha as he pushed inside him. The Doctor’s legs were beginning to weaken from the pleasure of both being inside Martha and having Jack inside him, but Jack held his hips steady as he rode against him.
The Doctor slid his hand between himself and Martha, lightly thumbing the pulsing bundle of nerves between her legs. Martha’s body jerked up against him, her hips bucking to take him in deeply. The three of them moved together, their rhythm becoming more and more frantic and their moans became almost screams of pleasure. Martha lifted her legs to wrap around both the Doctor and Jack, pulling the two of them against her again and again until her climax hit her, causing her to yell out loudly and her body to shudder against the Doctor.
The Doctor was the next to climax, feeling almost overwhelmed by sensation of Martha’s muscles as they massaged him inside her as she came and the soft sounds coming from her lips as she began to plateau afterward. It was when she then whispered “Doctor” though, her tone so utterly sated and affectionate, that his orgasm hit him and he pushed tight against her murmuring her name again and again as the waves of pleasure washed over him. It flashed through his mind for a moment how many times he’d wanted her to say his name that way and he shivered a bit at the thought that she finally had.
The Doctor reached over to rest his hands on either side of Martha on the shelf she was sitting on to hold himself up, feeling somewhat weak as Jack gave his final thrusts before his own climax hit. “Yes, yes!” Jack called out, his fingers digging deep into the skin of the Doctor’s hips and his body beginning to weaken as well as he fell against the Doctor and Martha.
The three of them stilled, their heavy breathing eventually lightening into soft sighs. The Doctor was stroking Martha’s hair as his forehead pressed against her shoulder. Jack had his chin against the Doctor’s shoulder, lightly kissing the flesh there as his hands now rested on the shelf next to the Doctor’s, his fingers now entwined with his.
“How did you know I was watching you?” the Doctor finally breathed out, his curiosity about earlier suddenly coming to mind.
“I heard you when you saw us. You weren’t as quiet as you thought,” Jack said with a small laugh.
The Doctor pulled back to look at Martha, who was now blushing a bit. “I didn’t hear you. How long were you there?” she asked, her tone somewhat shy.
It was the Doctor’s turn to blush now and he looked away from her somewhat ashamed at his intrusion. “I...just couldn’t look away,” he said, only half-answering her question.
Martha lifted a hand to the Doctor’s cheek to turn his gaze back to her. “I am glad you couldn’t,” she said playfully.
“Me too,” Jack quipped.
“Jack, you are such an instigator,” the Doctor charged him, laughing a bit self-consciously.
“That’s me. Captain Jack ‘Instigator’ Harkness,” he said proudly, “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And he was right.
Author: radiantbaby
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Word Count: 4582
Genre: Slashy, smutty ficlet with a teeny side of Ten!Angst
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords [specifically this story takes place during events before the very the end of the episode/S3]
Summary: The Doctor, Jack, and Martha having sex with each other - need I say more?
Disclaimer: All your Doctor Who are belong to us Sadly, I own nothing related to Doctor Who et al, though I have Ten(nant) and the TARDIS currently on my wish list (didn’t get either for Christmas though - bugger!).
Author Notes: Well, I just wanted to write a straight up piece of PWP/PWOP with 10/Martha/Jack, but 10’s angst sort of kept creeping in here and there. A tiny bit of plot did as well. *shrug* Anyway, it’s been a long, long, long time since I have written anything slashy (and I am pretty sure I have never actually written a threesome), so bear with me on this. Also, this work hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Still getting used to writing again, so that is also a handicap. Feedback is happy-making though, so please leave a word or two.
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The Doctor entered the TARDIS, his heart still heavy with sorrow since leaving the Master’s funeral pyre. He needed to pull things together, put on a smiley face for the others and do his best to color his dark eyes with some semblance of nonchalance over the whole matter. It was a game he had played with himself and his companions for more years than he could dare count.
He bit his cheek, trying to calm the insistent tears that threatened to fall again, and tasted his blood fresh against his tongue. He’d already fallen to pieces in front of everyone in the last day, on his knees in the Valiant with the Master in his arms -- he felt he need not do it again so soon. In fact, in that moment he felt as if he should never again let others see him so weak and vulnerable and sought to wrap himself up in his own emotional walls much like a new coat.
He looked around the TARDIS and saw she was still not completely fixed yet from the Master’s dabbling with her for his Paradox Machine. The Doctor stroked lightly over the coral structure inside the TARDIS he just passed, fingertips touching his ship lovingly as he hoped he could heal her more than he could even imagine being able to heal himself. He also noticed things seemed so quiet around him and realized that such silence almost felt uncomfortable after all of the noise of the last year - the terrible Year that Never Was. That noise had filled him for so long, always screams and crying both aloud and in his head psychically; noise he had never been able to quiet until now. They were from everyone on the Valiant and the Earth below, drilling themselves deeply into his consciousness every single moment of every single day that year, perhaps as incessant as the drums in the Master’s head. It had almost driven him mad.
He made his way past the console, tossing his coat over the Captain’s Chair, and headed into the heart of the TARDIS. He knew that Martha and Jack were on board waiting for his return, but he was unsure of where they were. Part of him felt a tinge of worry that they might have been avoiding him. None of them had spoken after the Master died and they all three had remained silent in one another’s presence as he took the Master’s body aboard the TARDIS and then carried him, alone, onto his makeshift funeral. Too much silence, he thought. Silence now worried him. At least with the screams and crying, he had felt connected, as dark as that was for him.
He closed his eyes trying to feel where Jack and Martha were telepathically, trying desperately to connect with them again. He could feel a very slight tingle of their presence, but not much more, so he stopped and pressed his palm against the hallway of the TARDIS and concentrated more on what faint wisps of their thoughts and emotions he could feel, using the TARDIS to amplify his perception of them.
The Doctor gasped aloud, what he felt causing a tightening in his groin almost instantly, pressing insistently against the tight cloth of his trousers. He knew that feeling. It was the same feeling he would always try to block out of his head late in the night when his companions often took to tactile pleasures and sensual thoughts. He’d been around humans long enough to get a bit used to their sexuality and, by extension, sexual cravings. All of them touched themselves late at night, every single one of them. Some of them did so while they thought of lovers back home, some of them just thought of fleeting images, but so many of them thought of him. Him on top, him behind them, him below them...
He always tried to busy himself when such feelings would take him, even though the first stirrings would always seem to jar him from whatever he was working on. He could usually block most of it out, keeping the feelings in the background like a low level hum. That is, until they would come. Orgasms on the TARDIS were especially difficult to ignore, as they just seemed to reverberate through everything, echoing through the entire ship like a burst of external energy. The lights would always dim a bit and the ship’s sounds seemed to murmur a little louder for a few minutes afterward. He sometimes wondered if that was due to the TARDIS somehow enjoying the feeling as well, connected to both him and his companions deeper than simply a translator of language.
Nevertheless, the next time he would see said companions, he would pretend that he never knew or felt a thing during those times (perhaps they’d forgotten he was telepathic?). No need making them too uncomfortable. Besides, he was only too glad they couldn’t feel his orgasms - especially as he was often thinking of them as well.
The Doctor moved his hand from the wall of the TARDIS and made his way toward the library. The resonance of the feelings of his shipmates made it clear they were both otherwise occupied, so he thought he might just settle in the library with a book to try and distract himself. He didn’t feel as if he quite had the focus and concentration necessary to resume repairing the ship just yet. No, he needed to unwind -- the tension of the months was weighing heavily on his limbs.
The Doctor walked down the hall, still feeling the soft fluttering of pleasure in the air around him as he moved, now greatly subdued as he no longer palmed the TARDIS. He smiled, despite himself, feeling somewhat happy that at least his companions - no, his friends - were enjoying something after the devastation they’d been through the last twelve months. As he entered the library, he heard soft moans emanating from across the room. Curious, he found himself walking toward the sound. He rounded the corner and saw Martha and Jack behind some shelves, at the far end of the aisle, some twenty feet away.
Martha was sitting up on a low shelf, her head held back and her eyes closed. Jack was on his knees on the floor before her, his head buried between her legs and his dark hair being stroked by the fingers of Martha’s hands. The Doctor felt his breath hitch at the sight of them and momentarily chastised himself for making a sound, fearing they might hear him, disturbing them. They continued on though as if they did not notice his presence, Martha’s moans growing louder and louder and Jack’s mouth working against the delicate flesh between her thighs, his fingers moving within her in a steady rhythm.
The Doctor wanted to step away, give them their privacy, but he felt as if he were glued to the spot he was in, completely transfixed. His eyes roved over the pair, taking in the details of their bodies - Martha clad only in her shirt and Jack clad only in trousers. He studied the muscles moving beneath the skin of Martha’s legs as they rested upon Jack’s shoulders and the way her fingers gripped Jack’s hair tighter and tighter as her moans started to become deeper and more guttural.
So many times the Doctor had wished to be in such a position with Martha, tasting her with his mouth and feeling her wet throbbing against his tongue and lips as she came. The opportunity would never come to pass though, he thought ruefully to himself, for he felt he’d messed up any chances to be with her while still stuck mired in the bitterness of losing Rose, before the Master had returned.
After they were separated, the Doctor could no longer deny his feelings for Martha after spending months obsessing about her and giving himself permission to finally think about what she meant to him. She had changed since he’d sent her off on her journey though. She was more independent now, and worse, finally it seemed she could deny him for once. The thought cut him deep.
Martha’s voice drew the Doctor from his thoughts, her moans and groans beginning to reach toward the crescendo of her climax. He reached out to the wall beside him, lightly stroking as he could feel the electricity of Martha’s building pleasure through his fingertips. Mentally he pushed back, pushing pleasure back through the connection from the TARDIS, to cause a duplicated bit of sensory feedback in Martha. He couldn’t help himself, he thought.
Martha called out, obviously feeling what he’d sent to her, and then she nearly screamed in pleasure as she came, her hands held tight onto Jack’s head. The Doctor then pulled his fingertips from the wall, trying to not let himself get too caught up in the overload of pleasurable feelings emanating from Martha - at least not when he wasn’t alone enough to do something about it.
Jack stood up from his perch between Martha’s legs and then leaned down to kiss her. There was so much tenderness between them that the Doctor felt his stomach twist a bit with joyful butterflies. He also felt a tinge of envy swell through him, but stayed the emotion as he moved to try and hide behind the nearby bookcase so they would not see him now that they were no longer so distracted. Once hidden, he peered around to continue to watch them, reveling in their soft touches and affection. “Did you enjoy that?” the Doctor heard Jack ask Martha and she simply smiled and cooed at him in response.
“How about you, Doctor?” Jack turned his gaze in the direction of where the Doctor stood, catching him a bit off guard, “Did you enjoy that?”
The Doctor froze, now gripping onto the bookcase before him, and felt the flush rise upon his cheeks over being caught. Martha seemed just as surprised as he was as she gasped, looking down the aisle to see him trying to hide several feet away, her eyes wide.
“I’ll be going,” the Doctor said, clearing his throat, unsure of what else to say. He then turned to walk away.
“Doctor, wait,” Jack called out and the Doctor turned back to him. The intensity of Jack’s gaze startled him a bit. It was almost as if Jack was looking directly into his soul. “Come here,” he added more gently.
The Doctor slowly began to walk toward the pair with his eyes trained on Martha who was still eyeing him with curiosity and what seemed like embarrassment. The Doctor turned his gaze to look back at Jack as he stopped before them, unsure of why Jack asked him to join them, but feeling unable in that moment to refuse him.
Jack suddenly grabbed the lapels of the Doctor’s blazer and pulled him toward himself, pressing his lips against the Doctor’s in a fierce kiss. The Doctor could feel his body tense up for a moment in surprise, the sensation of Jack’s kiss new to this incarnation, but he began to relax as Jack moved a hand to softly stroke his lower back as if to calm him. He opened his mouth more to Jack, letting his tongue explore his mouth as he began to explore Jack’s as well. He moaned a bit as he could taste what had definitely been Martha on Jack’s lips and tongue and found himself eagerly lapping at him as if to taste all of Martha that he could.
The Doctor could feel Jack moving him slightly, walking him a bit across the floor, but kept the kiss going, reveling in the physical connection that felt so wonderful after a year of hardly ever being touched. Soon Jack began to gasp for air a bit, stopping the kiss, and the Doctor stared into his eyes as they stood face to face. He could see affection there, affection that made his hearts swell, and a hint of mischievousness. Jack then leaned forward, resting his chin on the Doctor’s shoulder, his hot breath against the Doctor’s ear.
“I’ll ask again, even though I think I know the answer,” Jack began with a whisper, slipping his hand down to brush against the Doctor’s groin, his palm quickly brushing past the hardness in his trousers. “Did you like what I did to Martha?”
The Doctor closed his eyes, trying to steady himself as Jack now used his knuckle to lightly caress up and down the length of his cock through the fabric. “Yes,” the Doctor breathed out in response, words struggling to form on his lips. “Yes, I did.”
Jack pulled back to look at the Doctor for a moment, a smirk on his face. And then Jack began to sink to his knees before him. It was then the Doctor noticed where Jack had moved him during the kiss - Jack was now sandwiched between him and Martha. As Jack lowered himself, the Doctor watched Martha as she came into view behind him, her eyes locked on him and expression filled with surprise and what almost looked like desire. His breath hitched in response as he wondered about the possibility Martha desiring him, but he waved it off as impossible. Still, he began to feel his hearts racing, especially when Jack began to undo his trousers, slowly pulling the zipper down. The Doctor felt Jack deftly pull his shirt from his trousers, his fingertips lightly caressing the skin around his waist, before pulling down his underwear and trousers to pool on the floor at his feet.
The Doctor blushed a bit at being so exposed in front of Martha and Jack, his legs bare and his cock erect before them. No one had ever seen so much of this body before with it always covered in layers of clothing. He looked down to see Jack look appreciatively up at him and over to Martha who was blushing a bit as well, steeling furtive glances down between his legs. The Doctor then held his breath and closed his eyes as he felt Jack’s hot breath caress his cock. He balled his fists at his sides, bracing himself for Jack’s ministrations.
After a minute or so of standing with his eyes pressed close and his body tense, the Doctor realized Jack was not doing anything of the sort. He opened his eyes and looked down. A wide smile spread across Jack’s face and the Doctor saw him give him a sly wink. Jack began to stand up between he and Martha again, running his hands along the Doctor’s legs as he rose to his feet. Again Jack was eye to eye with him, his expression seeming to attempt to read what the Doctor was feeling. Jack then reached forward and began to unbutton the Doctor’s blazer, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor.
“You always wear too many clothes,” Jack said in a playful, sing-songy tone, loosening the Doctor’s tie and working the buttons of his shirt open.
Jack pulled the loosened tie up over the Doctor’s head and tossed it to the floor, following it with the Doctor’s shirt he’d now pushed off his shoulders. Jack smiled at the Doctor, looking up and down his now fully nude body appreciatively. “Much better,” he murmured.
The Doctor was trying to resist the urge to bolt out of the room, finding himself filled with embarrassment, as he stood so exposed before his two friends. He could feel himself trembling as Jack took a hold of his arms and began to kiss him again, this time a little more lightly. The Doctor found himself sighing as Jack pressed his chest against his, three hearts racing against one another in desire, but was surprised when Jack finally broke their kiss and moved around him to stand right behind him.
The Doctor felt Jack breathing against his neck and the hardness of Jack’s cock beneath his trousers pressing against the base of his spine. He shuddered at how good it felt, closing his eyes to the sensation. He also focused on Jack’s hands, which were now lightly caressing up and down his sides and belly.
They stood quietly for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the deep breathing of the three of them. “I want you to fuck Martha,” Jack said, breaking the silence.
The Doctor’s eyes flew open in surprise, regarding Martha in front of him who was looking just as shocked as he was by Jack’s statement. Jack then pressed himself harder against the Doctor, pushing him forward to rest between Martha’s legs, closing the distance between them. The Doctor hissed in pleasure as the tip of his cock unintentionally brushed lightly against the soft wetness of the apex of Martha’s thighs as he bumped into her slightly. She was sitting at waist level on the shelf and he had moved clumsily against her as a result of Jack’s pushing behind him. Martha moaned in response.
“Kiss her,” Jack commanded behind them, now pushing down a bit on the Doctor’s shoulders to lower him toward Martha. “Doctor, I know you want to,” Jack added, feeling the Doctor’s resistance, his body tense and holding steady against his pressing.
The Doctor swallowed hard, letting out a deep breath. “But she doesn’t, Jack,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “She doesn’t.”
The Doctor hung his head low, trying to focus more on the floor below him than the intoxicating view he now had between Martha’s legs. It had been hard to admit out loud, but he knew that Martha no longer wanted him and he wanted out of Jack’s game. He wanted to run again and began to calculate how to pull himself free from the weight of Jack behind him. The tears, despite all his efforts, were beginning to fall again.
Jack loosened the pressure on the Doctor’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist as if to hug him instead. “Doctor,” he whispered affectionately, lightly kissing the nape of his neck. “Doctor.”
“I should go,” the Doctor sighed, trying to push back into Jack to extract himself from between Martha’s legs and Jack’s embrace. Eyes now closed, he was still not looking at anyone -- especially Martha, the woman whom he had hurt so much. The woman that he loved.
The Doctor felt hands on his waist and his body being pulled forward again. The caress was different than Jack’s. It was -
“Doctor, don’t go,” Martha said softly as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were soft and sweet as they looked up at him and he felt his breath catch as their eyes finally met.
Martha’s hands moved from the Doctor’s waist and up to his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. “Kiss me,” was all she said. It was all she needed to say. They were two simple words that meant more to him than any words could have in that moment.
Jack loosened his embrace around the Doctor’s waist as the Doctor leaned down to capture Martha’s lips with a kiss. Martha still had her hands on his cheeks, now lightly caressing his face before moving her fingertips down across his neck until they settled into his hair.
The Doctor tried his best to use his mouth to express everything he felt for Martha as he slipped his tongue past her lips, trying to somehow express to her how much he loved her without the words he had so much trouble verbalizing. The emotional resonance of taste was always so important to him and he worked to memorize everything about how Martha tasted, cataloguing a deep sensory memory of her that he could revisit in future thoughts.
The Doctor felt a shiver run through him as Jack’s fingers combed up and down his back and Martha caressed his hair. Martha sighed in response, deepening her kiss even more. The Doctor then noticed Jack no longer touching him, seeming to shift a bit behind him. He was paying more attention to kissing Martha though, now tentatively reaching down to lightly caress her legs, which were pressed lightly against his sides.
The Doctor then heard the tear of plastic behind him and pulled slowly from his kiss with Martha as Jack’s hands returned around his waist. He looked down to see a condom in Jack’s hand and moaned in pleasure as Jack reached down and rolled the plastic over his cock from behind him, lightly caressing him. The Doctor looked at Martha, still feeling a bit hesitant and worried despite the kisses they had just shared.
Martha smiled shyly up at the Doctor, glanced down at his cock with an appreciative gaze, and then back up at the Doctor, a dark desire now coloring her expression. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.
The Doctor could feel Jack pushing him even closer to Martha and could feel as Jack reached down and held his cock again, angling it to penetrate her. It was almost too much for the Doctor to take - Jack holding his cock briefly and then the wet warmth of Martha as he slid slowly inside her. Once fully sheathed inside her, Jack wrapped his arms around the two of them, holding them tightly together. Everyone’s breathing was now ragged as they simply stood there, so close together, for a few moments.
“I just wanted you to feel this before you get too caught up,” Jack said softly behind the Doctor. “Sometimes I think you forget how close we are.” The Doctor could sense Jack’s double entendre and deeper meaning juxtaposing the friendship shared between the three of them and this very moment. It moved him.
Jack then let go and pressed his hands against the Doctor’s hips, moving him to slowly pull out and press against Martha repeatedly. The Doctor and Martha were sighing, the Doctor trying to keep his movements slow and steady so that he could revel in the feeling of being inside her. Jack was setting their rhythm at first and while the Doctor certainly knew how to do it himself, he found that he liked that Jack was driving things. Jack was always such an instigator and the Doctor knew this would have probably never happened without his insistence. He would have to thank him sometime.
Soon Jack’s hands left the Doctor’s waist, and the Doctor settled into his own rhythm, trying to move himself at the best angle that made Martha call out. It caused him to moan to pull such sounds from her lips and it drove him on to see how much pleasure he could give her. This regeneration had never had sex before and he was happy to share it with the two people he felt closest to.
The Doctor heard the shuffle of cloth and then the rip of plastic behind him again. Jack’s hot breath was against his ear as he pressed against him, now obviously nude himself. “Might I join in?” Jack asked, his tone playful.
The Doctor groaned in response, bucking his hips harder and deeper into Martha. “Yes,” he panted. “Please.”
The Doctor felt Jack shifting behind him to put his own condom on and the hollow click of what sounded like a bottle opening. Then there was a slight rustling sound that the Doctor identified as Jack putting lube on himself. The Doctor moaned at the visual image of that action in his head. He then felt Jack pressed against his back again, this time pressing his cock against him from behind. The Doctor tried to calm his muscles -- experience with this telling him tension was not what was needed at this point -- as Jack slowly began to press himself inside him.
A deep guttural groan escaped the Doctor’s lips as he was pushed flush against Martha when Jack pushed himself in as deep inside him as he could. Martha leaned her head forward a bit, catching a kiss from Jack over the Doctor’s shoulder. Their kiss was only broken when Jack began to move again, pushing the Doctor against Martha as he pushed inside him. The Doctor’s legs were beginning to weaken from the pleasure of both being inside Martha and having Jack inside him, but Jack held his hips steady as he rode against him.
The Doctor slid his hand between himself and Martha, lightly thumbing the pulsing bundle of nerves between her legs. Martha’s body jerked up against him, her hips bucking to take him in deeply. The three of them moved together, their rhythm becoming more and more frantic and their moans became almost screams of pleasure. Martha lifted her legs to wrap around both the Doctor and Jack, pulling the two of them against her again and again until her climax hit her, causing her to yell out loudly and her body to shudder against the Doctor.
The Doctor was the next to climax, feeling almost overwhelmed by sensation of Martha’s muscles as they massaged him inside her as she came and the soft sounds coming from her lips as she began to plateau afterward. It was when she then whispered “Doctor” though, her tone so utterly sated and affectionate, that his orgasm hit him and he pushed tight against her murmuring her name again and again as the waves of pleasure washed over him. It flashed through his mind for a moment how many times he’d wanted her to say his name that way and he shivered a bit at the thought that she finally had.
The Doctor reached over to rest his hands on either side of Martha on the shelf she was sitting on to hold himself up, feeling somewhat weak as Jack gave his final thrusts before his own climax hit. “Yes, yes!” Jack called out, his fingers digging deep into the skin of the Doctor’s hips and his body beginning to weaken as well as he fell against the Doctor and Martha.
The three of them stilled, their heavy breathing eventually lightening into soft sighs. The Doctor was stroking Martha’s hair as his forehead pressed against her shoulder. Jack had his chin against the Doctor’s shoulder, lightly kissing the flesh there as his hands now rested on the shelf next to the Doctor’s, his fingers now entwined with his.
“How did you know I was watching you?” the Doctor finally breathed out, his curiosity about earlier suddenly coming to mind.
“I heard you when you saw us. You weren’t as quiet as you thought,” Jack said with a small laugh.
The Doctor pulled back to look at Martha, who was now blushing a bit. “I didn’t hear you. How long were you there?” she asked, her tone somewhat shy.
It was the Doctor’s turn to blush now and he looked away from her somewhat ashamed at his intrusion. “I...just couldn’t look away,” he said, only half-answering her question.
Martha lifted a hand to the Doctor’s cheek to turn his gaze back to her. “I am glad you couldn’t,” she said playfully.
“Me too,” Jack quipped.
“Jack, you are such an instigator,” the Doctor charged him, laughing a bit self-consciously.
“That’s me. Captain Jack ‘Instigator’ Harkness,” he said proudly, “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And he was right.