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Title: Pulse
Author: christn7
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Jack
Spoilers: Post-VotD
Author's notes: Written for wendymr, who wrote me Ten/Rose kidfic in return for Ten/Jack smut. I reckon I got the better end of the deal. *g*
Summary: “Nope,” the Doctor says, flopping into a chair. “Just a social visit.”
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Pulse
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Jack’s not naive, but he feels it, staring into the face of the man across from him.
The Doctor drops his gaze and moves quickly, plucking one item after the other off his desk and examining it expectantly. “So, this is your headquarters, eh, Jack? The old H. Q.”
He’s nervous and that, Jack thinks, is interesting. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
“Somewhere to lay your hat,” the Doctor affirms, looking up with a grin. “Not that you wear a hat anymore. You should, though. It rather suited you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jack says, moving around to lean against his desk and block the Doctor’s access. He watches the man fidget and represses a smirk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Nope,” the Doctor says, flopping into a visitor’s chair. “Just a social visit.”
Jack raises an eyebrow and the Doctor raises one back.
“How long’s it been?” Jack asks.
“Oh, you know.” He’s trying to feign nonchalance, but there’s something in his eye that catches Jack’s attention. “About a day.”
It’s been closer to a year for him.
“Right,” Jack says, and he doesn’t ask how much trouble the Time Lord can get into within a day - he already knows - he just leans over and kisses him.
The Doctor’s hands move to the back of Jack’s head and fist in his hair, and it almost hurts, but he’s pulling him closer and the pain is soon forgotten.
It’s all teeth and tongues and, somehow, the Doctor’s found his feet without breaking the kiss. The Doctor pushes him backwards, back and back until the edge of his desk is pushing into his back and he didn’t expect it to be as rough as it is, but going with the flow comes naturally to him now.
He breaks the kiss, the need for oxygen too strong, and pulls the other man to him, grinding himself against the thigh that’s found its way between his legs.
The Doctor pulls away and Jack’s confused until he starts tugging at his trousers. Catching on, Jack unclasps his suspenders, and starts on his own trousers.
“Top drawer,” he instructs, pushing his pants past his knees, but the Doctor shakes his head.
He pushes Jack back towards the desk, mouth hot against his neck. He moves, perching on the edge of the desk, and hisses as he feels the Doctor’s hand on him. The other man strokes him, firm and sure, as he moves to stand between Jack’s legs.
Jack groans as he feels the Doctor pressing against him, his hand wrapped around them both. The other man kisses him again, lips and teeth and tongue, and he bites on his lip until Jack tastes his own blood.
Jack’s hands find the man’s hair, pulling him closer as his hips ache to thrust against the warmth below.
The Doctor’s hand speeds up in response, pulling and squeezing and Jack moans into the other man’s mouth. So close. He’s so close. Jack lets go of the Doctor’s hair, reaching down to wrap his own hand around the both of them, and the Doctor groans, thrusting against Jack as he lets him carry them over the edge.
Jack's a little surprised when the Doctor doesn't immediately move, leaning his head against Jack's chest as he catches his breath. He's about to make a crack about snuggling when he realises - the Doctor's listening to his heart as it beats.
Author: christn7
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Jack
Spoilers: Post-VotD
Author's notes: Written for wendymr, who wrote me Ten/Rose kidfic in return for Ten/Jack smut. I reckon I got the better end of the deal. *g*
Summary: “Nope,” the Doctor says, flopping into a chair. “Just a social visit.”
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Pulse
--
Jack’s not naive, but he feels it, staring into the face of the man across from him.
The Doctor drops his gaze and moves quickly, plucking one item after the other off his desk and examining it expectantly. “So, this is your headquarters, eh, Jack? The old H. Q.”
He’s nervous and that, Jack thinks, is interesting. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
“Somewhere to lay your hat,” the Doctor affirms, looking up with a grin. “Not that you wear a hat anymore. You should, though. It rather suited you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jack says, moving around to lean against his desk and block the Doctor’s access. He watches the man fidget and represses a smirk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Nope,” the Doctor says, flopping into a visitor’s chair. “Just a social visit.”
Jack raises an eyebrow and the Doctor raises one back.
“How long’s it been?” Jack asks.
“Oh, you know.” He’s trying to feign nonchalance, but there’s something in his eye that catches Jack’s attention. “About a day.”
It’s been closer to a year for him.
“Right,” Jack says, and he doesn’t ask how much trouble the Time Lord can get into within a day - he already knows - he just leans over and kisses him.
The Doctor’s hands move to the back of Jack’s head and fist in his hair, and it almost hurts, but he’s pulling him closer and the pain is soon forgotten.
It’s all teeth and tongues and, somehow, the Doctor’s found his feet without breaking the kiss. The Doctor pushes him backwards, back and back until the edge of his desk is pushing into his back and he didn’t expect it to be as rough as it is, but going with the flow comes naturally to him now.
He breaks the kiss, the need for oxygen too strong, and pulls the other man to him, grinding himself against the thigh that’s found its way between his legs.
The Doctor pulls away and Jack’s confused until he starts tugging at his trousers. Catching on, Jack unclasps his suspenders, and starts on his own trousers.
“Top drawer,” he instructs, pushing his pants past his knees, but the Doctor shakes his head.
He pushes Jack back towards the desk, mouth hot against his neck. He moves, perching on the edge of the desk, and hisses as he feels the Doctor’s hand on him. The other man strokes him, firm and sure, as he moves to stand between Jack’s legs.
Jack groans as he feels the Doctor pressing against him, his hand wrapped around them both. The other man kisses him again, lips and teeth and tongue, and he bites on his lip until Jack tastes his own blood.
Jack’s hands find the man’s hair, pulling him closer as his hips ache to thrust against the warmth below.
The Doctor’s hand speeds up in response, pulling and squeezing and Jack moans into the other man’s mouth. So close. He’s so close. Jack lets go of the Doctor’s hair, reaching down to wrap his own hand around the both of them, and the Doctor groans, thrusting against Jack as he lets him carry them over the edge.
Jack's a little surprised when the Doctor doesn't immediately move, leaning his head against Jack's chest as he catches his breath. He's about to make a crack about snuggling when he realises - the Doctor's listening to his heart as it beats.