RP: Fancy Meeting You... Wherever Here Is [for quitehomoerotic

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[Just a bit of fluffy fun set in no particular time or place, really.]Having been poked, prodded, whined at, and eventually guilted, the Doctor had agreed to take Amy shopping. He had no idea why she needed to go shopping, since everything she (or anyone!) could ever want was on the TARDIS. But she'd rolled her eyes and mumbled something about

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It was an easy job he'd been given, ridiculously easy, really, and he had it over and done practically as soon as he'd set foot on the planet. That of course left him time for his favourite past time: having fun.

There were a decent number of bars on Yel, and he'd frequented them more than once in the past; a select amount of places and a select amount of people. Always someone that'd be happy to see him.

And who would he be if he didn't take a gift?

It was that thought that brought him to the lingerie department of a shopping district, and there he stood in well fitted leather and a t-shirt that was just a little bit too tight on purpose. His hair was cut shorter than it would be in his later life.

And standing there, he watched a man as he held up a bra.

"Not sure it's your size," he said to him with a smirk over the top of the rack.

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"It's not for me, it's for -" But there was no answer to that that would make sense to anyone and, besides, the Doctor realized at that moment that he was talking to Jack.

Well. Sort of. He looked so young. And... tightly-clothed. More like he had when they'd first met. The Doctor leaned in and gave him a once over. "Hello," he said after a moment of inspection, seemingly satisfied with whatever he'd discovered.

He held up the bra. "Maybe you should try it. I think blue might be your color."

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His eyebrows lifted and he looked at the man approvingly. Strange sort of dress sense, interesting sort of hair. Bowetie. Hmm.

He knew quite well from experience when he was being looked at. He was used to it. And he liked it.

"Hello," he said back, smirking a little.

He reached a hand out and took the hanger from him, turning it in his fingers. "Oh you think so, do you?" he said, an eyebrow raised.

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"Oh, definitely, it'll go well with your eyes." The Doctor caught Jack's look and realized that maybe his actions were being taken as a bit intimate. Sure, they were intimate, but with a much older Jack that didn't exist yet. Surely, this one would understand.

Was he even Jack yet? Hm.

"But enough about you, I should really be going." He looked around nervously. "Timelines to not destroy, worlds to save, Scottish girls to keep out of trouble. You know how it is."

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"I'm sure it would," he said, turning the item in question before hooking it back up in front of him. He was evidently amused, and more than a little curious. Oh he did like meeting new people, and especially new people who made immediately suggestive remarks in his direction.

Always so promising.

"What's the rush?!" he said, leaning his elbow out against the top of the rack.

"Scottish?" he asked, paying attention to only part of what he said. "Oh you're a long way from that planet. Sightseeing? You need a tour guide?"

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"Rush? No rush." Other than the feeling of impending paradox. The Doctor was very used to that feeling. He seemed to cause it a lot.

He laughed at Jack's offer and shook his head. "No, thanks. She's from the country, not the planet, so I don't think we'll need a guide for that."

The Doctor tried to mirror Jack's nonchalant pose, but accidentally leaned on the clothes themselves, causing quite a few to topple as he lost his balance. With a sign, he bent and gathered them up in his arms, then popped back up to rerack them. "No rush at all, Mister... what did you say your name was?"

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"The country?" he asked with obvious interest, adjusting his stance just a little. "So I take it you're in the time business. Really are a long way from home then."

He watched as he tripped and knocked half the contents of the rack to the floor, and he had to laugh a little.

He bent down and reached to help pick up the fallen garments, his hand 'absently' drifting over the other's.

"I didn't," he said. "And if you don't know who I am, you really are a stranger."

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"It's not a business to me, but you could say I'm in it." The Doctor shot Jack a look as their hands touched. "Now now, you've only just met me." He took a moment longer, and then he pulled his hand away.

Once the garments were replaced properly, the Doctor wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. "I'm the stranger, really, but I didn't say I don't know who you are." Oops. Quick cover. "Your reputation precedes you. I just asked your name."

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"Oh all of life's a business," he said with a grin, standing up and hooking a couple of the bras back in place.

He shot him a grin, one hand on his hip. "Oh domineering, I like it."

He laughed a little and nodded. "It better had, else I'd be doing something wrong."

Slowly, he took a step forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And if you know my reputation, then you already know it."

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Oh Jack. Oh, Jack Jack Jack. "Names are better from the source, you know." The Doctor didn't make any move backward, but he didn't turn towards Jack either. He just stood exactly where he was, talking in a quiet murmur just above whisper level.

"Mine's John Smith." Wouldn't do to be the Doctor, not when they hadn't properly met yet. "See? That was easy."

And now the Doctor turned, his breath cool against Jack's skin. "So? What's yours?"

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He didn't like names. Names could be difficult. Names were like a beacon of 'this person is here, everyone come look'. And of course it wasn't that he didn't like exposure (in more ways than one) but in his line of work it didn't do well to be too known.

And of course, that was why he didn't want to commit to one name. Because he had a reputation, it was from somewhere, and from someone that called him something. It didn't do well when those wires got crossed.

Still though, evasion only worked to a point, and it seemed this John knew how to use it too. So he had to pick one, and for now he fell back to the lesser used designation name he was once given.

He smirked a little at the breath, and then turned his own head, his lips near lips. "Jax," he said. "You can call me Jax."

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"Jax?" Huh. The Doctor rocked back and smiled brightly at Jack. Jax. "I like it. It suits you."

He winked once, then patted Jax's shoulders. "Though you could use a better tailor. Maybe some braces, a shirt that doesn't share your internal organs with the entire room, and - oh, who'm I kidding? You're lovely as you are, Jax."

The Doctor, now that pleasantries were out of the way, was far too pleased with this situation. He had no idea why. No good could come of it. But he'd always wondered about Jack during his time agent days, and these certainly seemed to be them. "So, you know a thing or two about time yourself, Jax, that it? Why don't I buy you a drink and you tell me about it?"

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Jax was far too amused. "Lovely?" he said, both eyebrows raised. "Not usually the word for it, but I can work with that." He smirked and gestured out in front of him, "And no, not sure the whole braces look is really for me. I'll stick to this thanks. Classic."

"You could say that, John," he said, putting his hand back to his hip.

And he smirked. "I thought you'd never ask. Come on, there's a bar just down here."

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"Classic? Depends on the class, really." The Doctor shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and followed after Jax, a slight spring in his step.

"So is this a date? I have to warn you, alcohol has very little effect on me, Jax." He leaned forward a bit. "I am not a cheap date."

And then back again as they walked into the bar. "Order whatever you want," he waved his hand at the bar. "I have a tab." Well, his sixth self had a tab (this was where he'd gotten the idea for his coat). Close enough, it ought to still count.

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"Oh you should be so lucky," Jax said, glancing back over his shoulder with amusement. He didn't do 'dates', not often. Far too busy for things like that.

He paused and held the door open for him, "And don't worry. I'm a perfect gentleman." There was more than a little irony in his voice.

If he were still working, he'd stick free of the alcohol and go for some sort of substitute. But as things were, he was done, and he could hang free a little.

He took a step over to the bar and ordered a drink on a tab he was told didn't exist. Luckily, he was 'friends' with the barman. It wasn't a problem.

Soon after, he was walking back to John with two glasses in his hand. He offered one out and glanced at him over the rim as he took a sip from his own. "Why don't we take a seat?" he asked and gestured off to a booth in the corner.

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The Doctor watched with amusement as Jack ordered (and then apparently sweet talked the bartender). He tried to remember what name he had the tab under. Must have been the Doctor. That and the face, well, he could understand why he now owed Jack a drink. Maybe he'd leave a note to himself in the past to - no, probably better not to do that.

"Secluded booth in the corner," the Doctor took his glass. "Sure this isn't a date?"

He slid into the booth and waited for Jax to join him. "I've always wondered about bars. Pubs. Speakeasies. Saloons. Have you? Why's it so easy to just hang about and chat in one? Oh, sure, there's the inebriation factor. Liquor is quicker and such, but really, what brings people in the first place?" The Doctor leaned forward, a genuine interested look on his face. "Ever wondered?"