Your hard times are ahead
Title: Your hard times are ahead
Author: Caitilin
Beta: Christy (thank you!)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack /Nine
Warnings: M/M sex, a teensy bit of bondage.
Summary: Jack finds the Doctor.
Challenge: June 26TH
- Doctor Who, Jack/The Doctor, hurt/comfort - “your hard times are ahead”
It was 1912 and Jack had been waiting a lifetime. He had come back from death so many times; the first time was the worst, finding Rose and his Doctor gone. That had hurt.
The second time was an accident. Now? Now he was almost blasé about it. After all, he couldn't die, and he couldn't figure out why. But he did know who could. The Doctor. And, if what Rose had told him was correct, the Doctor was going to be near the Titanic. Not on it, but saving a family from going on it, she'd said. She’d found evidence when she was first researching the Doctor.
Now Jack was prowling the docks of Southampton when he heard a familiar northern accent which caused him to spin on his heel, searching, but when he scanned the crowd he couldn’t find it’s source. Heading towardswhere he thought the voice had come from, he ducked into an alley between a brothel and the harbourmasters, only to break into a jog at the sight of what waited at the end of the alley. A very familiar blue box.
Running up to the TARDIS he ran his hand down her glossy paintwork, feeling it almost alive under his touch. She was alive, he reminded himself, and fished out his TARDIS-key. It glowed a muted yellow in the dim light, and the door opened easily. Peering through, he called out for the Doctor, but nobody answered except the center column, humming gently. Making his way with the ease of long familiarity, Jack decided to go to the one place he knew he could wait as long as he needed to and where the Doctor would always show up, eventually. He headed for the Doctors bedroom.
He knocked and opened the door, not expecting a response, and found the room very much like he had last seen it. It appeared the Doctor wasn’t much for interior decorating. Kicking off his boots he made himself comfortable on the bed and settled down to doze until the Doctor arrived.
"Oy! What’s this then?" Jack opened his eyes to a very angry looking Doctor standing over him. He smiled.
"Doctor! You're a sight for sore eyes!" He leaned up and kissed him, slightly puzzled when the Doctor jerked away.
"Do I know you? How'd you get in here?" The Doctor asked, a look of confusion on his face.
Jack tilted his head. "You don't know me? Or Rose? Is Rose here? You gave us both a key," He asked. Rose would remember him.
"You're from my future," the Doctor said, realizing what had happened and he crossed his arms. "You can't tell me what happens. No details. Spoilers." he told Jack.
"Doctor, when is it for you? You're my Doctor but...the war?" Jack asked, not wanting to give away too much. The Time War was one of those subjects.
"What war? I don't get involved with those," the Doctor replied stubbornly.
Jack shook his head. His Doctor was a far more angry, bitter man as a result. One with regrets. Well Jack wasn't going to regret this.
"In that case, I can't tell you. But I can do this," He grabbed the Doctor’s shirt and yanked him forward, kissing him soundly until the Doctor broke the kiss again.
"What are you doing?!" the Doctor asked him, touching his lips.
"I should think it’s pretty obvious. Look, I can't talk to you, spoilers and all that, and I won't see you for a very long time." He knew that from the predictions of a little girl, a prediction he was hoping wouldn't be true. "But I want to spend time with you. And you need this,"
"Well maybe I don't want to spend time with you, have you ever thought of that?"
Jack grinned. "No," He repeated his move, this time pulling the Doctor off balance and tugging him almost into his side. "Look, I can't tell you anything, but I can show you a good time. You need this. I need this." Jack felt the TARDIS thrum gently in agreement, and obviously so did the Doctor. He nodded once.
"Alright. But just this once." The Doctor agreed.
Jack smiled. "I'll leave in the morning," he agreed, knowing full well the TARDIS would bend time for him if he asked her nicely. The Doctor reached for him, and Jack let the Doctor strip him of his shirt, then used his grip on the Doctor’s shirt to pull him into another kiss.
"I don't know if I want you to lose this," he grinned, "it’s too handy." The Doctor must have seen the humour in it as well as he grinned back. "Use it or I lose it. And what do I call you anyway?"
"Jack. Captain Jack. He broke off to moan, “Oh yeah, just there," as he arched into the Doctor’s lips and teeth as they settled on his collarbone. That was going to leave an impressive mark.
"So Captain, have we done this before?" the Doctor asked.
"Can't...Can't tell you. Spoilers," Jack gasped as the Doctor pinched a nipple, just hard enough to give him sympathetic pains in the other one, but not hard enough to wilt his erection, more like making it hard enough to cut through glass, diamonds or transparant aluminium as it jerked against his pants. Jack reached for his fly, only to have the Doctor bat his hands away and sit on his hips.
"This is my ship Captain, and my show." the Doctor rebuked him before tracing each muscle and each scar on Jack's belly in turn until he found the white patch of skin where the Dalek's blast had hit him. Running his fingers over it, Jack could feel the skin tingle in a way it hadn't before, and the Doctor leaned over, not just kissing it but licking it gently.
Jack clutched at the covers, then settled his hands on the Doctor’s hips and pulling him up a bit, providing pressure just where Jack wanted it.
"Impatient, Captain?" The Doctor asked, amused.
"Don't you know it," Jack agreed, knowing he was. Oh yes, the first round to take the edge off, the second for comfort, and the third just to make love to the Doctor. That’s the way he wanted it. Jack reached for the fly on the Doctor’s jeans, keeping his eyes on the Doctor as he undid the fly and pushed the trousers off the Doctor’s hips. As the Doctor stood up to shed his trousers, Jack reached for his own, but the Doctor slapped his hand away again.
"Mine! I already told you that. Give me your hands," he demanded.
"What?" Jack asked. Yes, the Doctor had told him he was his, but that was in the future.
"I told you not ten minutes ago. Do you always listen this badly Captain? Give me your hands," the Doctor demanded, and Jack handed them over, not attempting to struggle when the Doctor wrapped his belt around them and tied them to the headboard.
The Doctor paused, "You okay with this?"Waiting until Jack nodded before shimmying down a little, tracing each muscle he had previously traced with his finger with his tongue and tracing the white spot again, before shimmying down a bit more and mouthing Jack’s cock through his trousers.
Jack closed his eyes reflexively, then opened them forcefully. If he wasn't going to see his Doctor for a long time he wanted every image from this night burned into his mind.
"Doctor!" Jack gasped, wrapping one leg around the Doctors ribs and urging him closer, as the Doctor smiled.
"Yes Captain? I'm starting to think I should have gagged you as well," he said, amused, but humoured him and undid his fly, unzipping the fly with his teeth and then pulling the Captain's pants down so they bound his thighs.
"Now stay there and let me enjoy myself," the Doctor instructed, and Jack groaned and tried to relax, leaning into the pillows.
The Doctor took his time, nuzzling first one side of the crease between Jack's legs and torso, then the other, before licking Jack's cock very slowly. Jack was vocal in his appreciation, and wondered what else he could do to entice the Doctor, before he smiled slowly as a thought came to him.
Telepathically nudging the Tardis, he had her set the lights to a very smooth flicker, one hardly noticeable by the human eye that he knew stimulated the sexual center of every human being.
Unfortunately, the Doctor wasn't a human. "Playing with me, are you Captain? Getting a bit impatient?" he asked, amused. Jack smiled back, letting any pretenses fall away.
"Yeah, a bit. I want you and I want you to want me. And I want you," he repeated himself. The Doctor just shook his head and let Jack scream and moan and plead and beg as he continued to tease him, sucking gently up and down and even bringing Jack to the brink of orgasm twice before he finally carried on, not stopping until Jack's hips bucked and his own eyes watered and he felt as well as heard and tasted the Captain coming.
While Jack gasped and panted in a boneless puddle on the pillows the Doctor stripped Jack's trousers from his thighs, pulling them all the way off, and as Jack opened his eyes the Doctor settled down between his knees, reaching for his own cock.
"You okay with this?" The Doctor asked again, fumbling for lube under the pillows. Jack made a mental note of where the Doctor put it down, all the better to use it later on in the evening.
"Yeah I am." He looked at the Doctor "I'm all yours. Always will be," he said.
"Always is a long time Captain. Lets just stick to tonight for now," the Doctor cautioned. "And that’s why I need this? Because you're mine?" The Doctor threw Jack's words back at him in the form of a question.
Jack shook his head. "No, you need this because right now you need to be making some good memories, and that’s all I'm saying. Spoilers." He grinned. "Though if you want to try and get it out of me... be my guest.” The Doctor smiled back, forgoing the prep he had intended and pushing in. He'd make Jack remember this one alright.
"Oh I intend to, Captain. I intend to."
Fin
Author: Caitilin
Beta: Christy (thank you!)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack /Nine
Warnings: M/M sex, a teensy bit of bondage.
Summary: Jack finds the Doctor.
Challenge: June 26TH
- Doctor Who, Jack/The Doctor, hurt/comfort - “your hard times are ahead”
It was 1912 and Jack had been waiting a lifetime. He had come back from death so many times; the first time was the worst, finding Rose and his Doctor gone. That had hurt.
The second time was an accident. Now? Now he was almost blasé about it. After all, he couldn't die, and he couldn't figure out why. But he did know who could. The Doctor. And, if what Rose had told him was correct, the Doctor was going to be near the Titanic. Not on it, but saving a family from going on it, she'd said. She’d found evidence when she was first researching the Doctor.
Now Jack was prowling the docks of Southampton when he heard a familiar northern accent which caused him to spin on his heel, searching, but when he scanned the crowd he couldn’t find it’s source. Heading towardswhere he thought the voice had come from, he ducked into an alley between a brothel and the harbourmasters, only to break into a jog at the sight of what waited at the end of the alley. A very familiar blue box.
Running up to the TARDIS he ran his hand down her glossy paintwork, feeling it almost alive under his touch. She was alive, he reminded himself, and fished out his TARDIS-key. It glowed a muted yellow in the dim light, and the door opened easily. Peering through, he called out for the Doctor, but nobody answered except the center column, humming gently. Making his way with the ease of long familiarity, Jack decided to go to the one place he knew he could wait as long as he needed to and where the Doctor would always show up, eventually. He headed for the Doctors bedroom.
He knocked and opened the door, not expecting a response, and found the room very much like he had last seen it. It appeared the Doctor wasn’t much for interior decorating. Kicking off his boots he made himself comfortable on the bed and settled down to doze until the Doctor arrived.
"Oy! What’s this then?" Jack opened his eyes to a very angry looking Doctor standing over him. He smiled.
"Doctor! You're a sight for sore eyes!" He leaned up and kissed him, slightly puzzled when the Doctor jerked away.
"Do I know you? How'd you get in here?" The Doctor asked, a look of confusion on his face.
Jack tilted his head. "You don't know me? Or Rose? Is Rose here? You gave us both a key," He asked. Rose would remember him.
"You're from my future," the Doctor said, realizing what had happened and he crossed his arms. "You can't tell me what happens. No details. Spoilers." he told Jack.
"Doctor, when is it for you? You're my Doctor but...the war?" Jack asked, not wanting to give away too much. The Time War was one of those subjects.
"What war? I don't get involved with those," the Doctor replied stubbornly.
Jack shook his head. His Doctor was a far more angry, bitter man as a result. One with regrets. Well Jack wasn't going to regret this.
"In that case, I can't tell you. But I can do this," He grabbed the Doctor’s shirt and yanked him forward, kissing him soundly until the Doctor broke the kiss again.
"What are you doing?!" the Doctor asked him, touching his lips.
"I should think it’s pretty obvious. Look, I can't talk to you, spoilers and all that, and I won't see you for a very long time." He knew that from the predictions of a little girl, a prediction he was hoping wouldn't be true. "But I want to spend time with you. And you need this,"
"Well maybe I don't want to spend time with you, have you ever thought of that?"
Jack grinned. "No," He repeated his move, this time pulling the Doctor off balance and tugging him almost into his side. "Look, I can't tell you anything, but I can show you a good time. You need this. I need this." Jack felt the TARDIS thrum gently in agreement, and obviously so did the Doctor. He nodded once.
"Alright. But just this once." The Doctor agreed.
Jack smiled. "I'll leave in the morning," he agreed, knowing full well the TARDIS would bend time for him if he asked her nicely. The Doctor reached for him, and Jack let the Doctor strip him of his shirt, then used his grip on the Doctor’s shirt to pull him into another kiss.
"I don't know if I want you to lose this," he grinned, "it’s too handy." The Doctor must have seen the humour in it as well as he grinned back. "Use it or I lose it. And what do I call you anyway?"
"Jack. Captain Jack. He broke off to moan, “Oh yeah, just there," as he arched into the Doctor’s lips and teeth as they settled on his collarbone. That was going to leave an impressive mark.
"So Captain, have we done this before?" the Doctor asked.
"Can't...Can't tell you. Spoilers," Jack gasped as the Doctor pinched a nipple, just hard enough to give him sympathetic pains in the other one, but not hard enough to wilt his erection, more like making it hard enough to cut through glass, diamonds or transparant aluminium as it jerked against his pants. Jack reached for his fly, only to have the Doctor bat his hands away and sit on his hips.
"This is my ship Captain, and my show." the Doctor rebuked him before tracing each muscle and each scar on Jack's belly in turn until he found the white patch of skin where the Dalek's blast had hit him. Running his fingers over it, Jack could feel the skin tingle in a way it hadn't before, and the Doctor leaned over, not just kissing it but licking it gently.
Jack clutched at the covers, then settled his hands on the Doctor’s hips and pulling him up a bit, providing pressure just where Jack wanted it.
"Impatient, Captain?" The Doctor asked, amused.
"Don't you know it," Jack agreed, knowing he was. Oh yes, the first round to take the edge off, the second for comfort, and the third just to make love to the Doctor. That’s the way he wanted it. Jack reached for the fly on the Doctor’s jeans, keeping his eyes on the Doctor as he undid the fly and pushed the trousers off the Doctor’s hips. As the Doctor stood up to shed his trousers, Jack reached for his own, but the Doctor slapped his hand away again.
"Mine! I already told you that. Give me your hands," he demanded.
"What?" Jack asked. Yes, the Doctor had told him he was his, but that was in the future.
"I told you not ten minutes ago. Do you always listen this badly Captain? Give me your hands," the Doctor demanded, and Jack handed them over, not attempting to struggle when the Doctor wrapped his belt around them and tied them to the headboard.
The Doctor paused, "You okay with this?"Waiting until Jack nodded before shimmying down a little, tracing each muscle he had previously traced with his finger with his tongue and tracing the white spot again, before shimmying down a bit more and mouthing Jack’s cock through his trousers.
Jack closed his eyes reflexively, then opened them forcefully. If he wasn't going to see his Doctor for a long time he wanted every image from this night burned into his mind.
"Doctor!" Jack gasped, wrapping one leg around the Doctors ribs and urging him closer, as the Doctor smiled.
"Yes Captain? I'm starting to think I should have gagged you as well," he said, amused, but humoured him and undid his fly, unzipping the fly with his teeth and then pulling the Captain's pants down so they bound his thighs.
"Now stay there and let me enjoy myself," the Doctor instructed, and Jack groaned and tried to relax, leaning into the pillows.
The Doctor took his time, nuzzling first one side of the crease between Jack's legs and torso, then the other, before licking Jack's cock very slowly. Jack was vocal in his appreciation, and wondered what else he could do to entice the Doctor, before he smiled slowly as a thought came to him.
Telepathically nudging the Tardis, he had her set the lights to a very smooth flicker, one hardly noticeable by the human eye that he knew stimulated the sexual center of every human being.
Unfortunately, the Doctor wasn't a human. "Playing with me, are you Captain? Getting a bit impatient?" he asked, amused. Jack smiled back, letting any pretenses fall away.
"Yeah, a bit. I want you and I want you to want me. And I want you," he repeated himself. The Doctor just shook his head and let Jack scream and moan and plead and beg as he continued to tease him, sucking gently up and down and even bringing Jack to the brink of orgasm twice before he finally carried on, not stopping until Jack's hips bucked and his own eyes watered and he felt as well as heard and tasted the Captain coming.
While Jack gasped and panted in a boneless puddle on the pillows the Doctor stripped Jack's trousers from his thighs, pulling them all the way off, and as Jack opened his eyes the Doctor settled down between his knees, reaching for his own cock.
"You okay with this?" The Doctor asked again, fumbling for lube under the pillows. Jack made a mental note of where the Doctor put it down, all the better to use it later on in the evening.
"Yeah I am." He looked at the Doctor "I'm all yours. Always will be," he said.
"Always is a long time Captain. Lets just stick to tonight for now," the Doctor cautioned. "And that’s why I need this? Because you're mine?" The Doctor threw Jack's words back at him in the form of a question.
Jack shook his head. "No, you need this because right now you need to be making some good memories, and that’s all I'm saying. Spoilers." He grinned. "Though if you want to try and get it out of me... be my guest.” The Doctor smiled back, forgoing the prep he had intended and pushing in. He'd make Jack remember this one alright.
"Oh I intend to, Captain. I intend to."
Fin