jovialien: From What I've Tasted of Desire (Jack/Ten) [NC17] (SUMMER HOLIDAYS, PROMPT 9)
Title: From what I've tasted of desire
Author: jovialien
Pairing: Jack/Ten
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers/warnings: M/M, no spoilers. Set sometime in Jack’s future (after Torchwood)
Challenge: Summer Holidays
Prompt group: 9: change - repetition - hot and cold - difference
Summary: It was a long time before Jack went travelling with the Doctor again and he had forgotten how uncomfortable - and how comfortable - an experience it could be....
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Captain Jack Harkness had forgotten about the less comfortable facts of travelling with the Doctor. It had been a long time before he had set foot in the TARDIS again and in the meantime he had gotten too used to the relatively constant temperature of Cardiff. He had forgotten about the way the universe - or perhaps it was the TARDIS’ strange sense of humour - kept deciding to throw him into either extreme heat or extreme cold.
He could feel his arms starting to burn in the hot sun. His shirt was now wrapped around his head, turban style, and his coat was draped over his arm. He was melting, each step through the endless expanse of sand was like walking through a furnace; something he had had far too much real experience of to ever choose to seek it out as a holiday destination. Unlike his partner...
“Don’t you ever get hot?” Jack shouted at the Doctor’s departing back, still clad in that familiar brown coat. As the Doctor turned back to face him Jack felt like glaring as he took in the broad grin and completely cool features.
“What, this? It’s positively balmy, there’s only two suns. Now you should try some of the triple sunned planets, they get a bit toasty.”
“A bit toasty? Doctor, it must be fifty degrees out here, if this is a bit toasty what’s hot? Boiling point? Or when I start to cook?” Jack hurried the last few paces to catch up to him and grabbed his arm tiredly. “I’m roasting here, quite literally. Just promise me the next planet will be a bit cooler - or at least have a nice little bar with parasols and a hot cabana boy in a pair of those tight little pink shorts to make it more bearable - okay?”
Shaking his head the Doctor began muttering about humans and their obsession with the temperature before pointing into the distance.
“Ah ha! Come on, Jack, just three dunes to go. Last one there has to give the winner a foot rub!” Waggling his eyebrows excitedly the Doctor ran off down the dune, sand flying out around him as Jack just watched for a moment before giving in and throwing himself down the slope after him. Maybe next time would be easier on his skin...
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Jack pulled his coat tight around his body, his fingers well and truly wedged into his armpits as he tried to keep some blood flow going. He had given up his toes as a lost cause about an hour ago and was hoping his healing powers would not try to revive them any time soon. He would only lose them again within five minutes and frostbite was definitely not on his top ten ‘fun things to have happen to Jack’s toes’ list.
“Doctor!” Jack’s shout was whisked away by the freezing wind blowing them across the open expanse of ice and he had to take yet another freezing breath to shout again. “DOCTOR!” He watched as the flapping brown figure ahead of him turned around. The Doctor’s hands were tucked casually into his trouser pockets and his coat undone as though he was taking a stroll in the park, not trekking across an ice planet in search of a distant cousin of the abominable snowman.
“What?” Squinting in the snow and ice flying around them the Doctor brought his hand up to his face to shield his eyes and grinned at Jack. “You said you wanted somewhere cooler this time, well, this counts, right?” Jack stomped closer, wading through the knee high snow.
“How are you not freezing too?” Jack looked at the Doctor carefully, taking in the icicles clinging to his hair but with the way his skin looked a healthy flush - he was sure his own had gone blue ages ago - he didn’t seem affected by the cold. “Seriously, don’t you ever feel too hot or too cold?” The Doctor considered for a moment, a small snow drift building up unnoticed around his legs.
“I’ve never really thought about it.” He frowned thoughtfully and Jack finally got close enough to slide his hands around his slender body, pulling him close - although due to a different biological need than usual. This time it was all about the body heat. “I suppose in extremes I do, it depends on the environment and the surrounding air temperature, although generally speaking I have more control over my body temperature than-” The Doctor’s voice broke off as he looked down in surprise. “What... What are you doing?”
“Keeping my hands warm...” Jack grinned and slipped his hands further into the Doctor’s waistband. “I see what you mean about the body temperature thing. You’re hot as usual.” The Doctor sighed and placed his hands over Jack’s frozen cheeks gently.
“Honestly, Jack, do you ever think of anything other than- ”
“Doctor, look out!” With a yell Jack hastily pushed the Doctor to one side as the giant fur covered creature stomped closer bellowing angrily. As it swatted him into the snowdrift he was sure he could hear the Doctor bellowing back at it. Jack just hoped that the Time Lord didn’t get “Hello” and “Die horribly!” mixed up this time...
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Jack stretched lazily on the soft rug, the gentle warmth of the flames warming his naked body wonderfully and just a blanket draped over him. Now this was much more comfortable. The frostbite had healed quickly and his fingers had only been black for an hour in the end. His clothes were draped over various items of oversized (for him anyway) furniture in the room to dry and a very large bed awaited him whenever he was ready.
It had turned out that the Doctor knew a lot more than “Hello” this time.
Twisting to look behind him at the door, Jack smiled as he heard a familiar bellowing approaching. From the sounds of things the Doctor was in conversation with the ice creature still. But as the door pushed open and the Doctor backed through he was alone.
“Jack!” the Doctor cried out as he spotted his companion over his shoulder. “Oh good, you’re awake! I was starting to think that chill might have been serious.” Turning to face him, Jack could now see the large tray he was balancing in his arms - not to mention some kind of animal skin sash draped over his suited chest.
“Serious?” Jack twisted on the rug to face him fully, the blanket sliding down his hip slightly as he moved. He shivered a moment as his body adjusted to the loss of heat to his front but enjoyed the warmth spreading along his spine. “Whatever would give you that idea, the hypothermia, me turning blue or that I nearly lost my feet?” He wiggled his toes and poked them out the end of the blanket to emphasise his point.
“No to mention,” Jack added significantly, “I could have lost other even more important extremities if you hadn’t got me out of that snow fast enough.” Sighing dramatically, the Doctor put the tray down on the floor by Jack’s head before sitting cross legged beside him on the giant rug.
“Jack, at the rate you heal you could have been buried in the ice for a century and still have thawed out nicely. Honestly, it’s not like it can kill you!” Leaning past Jack, the Doctor reached out to snag a bowl off the tray. Bringing it up to his lips he sniffed it experimentally. “Unlike the local cuisine if you’re not careful.” Flicking out his tongue almost lizard like he tasted the contents of the bowl and frowned thoughtfully. “Mmm not quite Earl Grey but it will do for tonight. They’re going to help us dig the TARDIS out tomorrow.”
“Fabulous. And for the record, just because something can’t kill me doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to avoid it all the same.” Jack sighed, and looked over his shoulder at the tray. “Is that.... ice cream?”
“Sort of yes,” the Doctor confirmed, pointing to the tray as he identified the local food. “That’s a kind of ice cream, tastes a bit like ginger really. That there is softer and is sweet, basically tastes like cream but I wouldn’t ask which animal they milk to make it if I were you. Then there is a sweet warm sauce almost like toffee I guess and-”Jack held up his hand in defeat.
“You know what, forget I asked. Am I to take it you only brought me dessert then?” The Doctor shrugged innocently and took a sip of his hot drink.
“And some hot tea. To be honest, most of the banquet wasn’t suitable for human consumption so it’s just as well you were unconscious, I wouldn’t have wanted to insult Grelllllllllllch and his mate.” Jack watched as the Doctors tongue oscillated over the syllables in their hosts name and found himself missing the next few things the Doctor said as his mind worked over a few possibilities for that particular move. “... and then we had dessert and I thought, aha, Jack will like this, so brought you some.”
Nodding, Jack took a bowl of the tea and frowned as he spotted the darker hems of the Doctor’s trousers, as well as the way his red trainers were darker than usual.
“Wait a sec,” he said, reaching out to touch the Doctor’s clothes, “you’re still wet! For goodness’ sake, Doc, you’ll catch your death of cold!” Hastily pushing the tray aside Jack took the bowl off the Doctor and began tugging at the animal skin sash. Placing his hands over Jack’s the Doctor stopped him gently.
“I’m fine, honest.” Jack shook his head quickly.
“I don’t care if you are a Time Lord, you can’t sit around in wet clothes. Come on, strip. Now.”
“Is that an order, Jack?” the Doctor enquired with a mischievous grin. Catching the tone in his voice Jack grinned back.
“Yes it is, now snap to it!”
“Yes, sir!” the Doctor replied before spotting the strange look on Jack’s face. “What?”
“Nothing.” Jack looked away for a moment before gazing back into the Doctor’s eyes. “It’s just been a long time since anyone called me sir.” Shaking it off he leaned forward to kiss the Doctor softly. “Now, I believe you were stripping?” The Doctor shifted on to his knees and gently pushed Jack down onto the rug.
“Yes,” he whispered with a gentle kiss to Jack’s lips, “Jack.” Pulling back the Doctor stood and quickly began disrobing, his manic energy making the whole thing feel more like a bad teenage date or an odd dance than a seduction but Jack was used to that. Getting the Doctor just to stand still was hard enough. Getting him to lie still was almost impossible. Getting him to just take it easy required a lot of skill....
Lifting up the blanket invitingly Jack couldn’t help grinning as he watched the Doctor finish stripping, his suit flung onto the gigantic bed carelessly. He then slipped to his knees, sliding under the blanket beside Jack at last. Jack gently wrapped the blanket around them both before shifting to lie on his side, one hand draped over his partner’s back gently.
“There,” Jack asked quietly, “isn’t that better?” The Doctor shrugged, twisting around to grab his tea and ignoring the fact that they were both naked, as well as the suggestive smile on Jack’s face.
“Like I said, I was fine anyway.” As he wriggled around on the rug the Doctor opted to lie on his front, face down to the rug, as he rested on his elbows, sipping his tea. Shifting his hand Jack began to slide his fingers higher up the Doctor’s back.
“It’s not about being fine, Doctor, it’s about being... fabulous.” Quirking a smile the Doctor turned back to him but didn’t say anything as Jack’s hand slid higher up over his shoulders then reversed its course, sliding lower.... Sipping his tea slowly the Doctor ignored the way Jack’s hand tickled over the base of his spine before drifting lower still, disappearing under the blanket.
“Of course,” Jack continued, “if you really don’t notice temperatures I’m guessing it doesn’t really matter what I do with my hands because you won’t really feel it...” Tickling over the sensitive crease where the Doctor’s cheeks met his legs Jack grinned at the slight shiver that went through the Time Lord’s body. Leaning over, Jack slid himself lower down the Doctor’s body, kissing his shoulder and down his back as he repositioned himself.
“I didn’t say that exactly.” The Doctor shifted and looked over his shoulder, his hands still clutching his tea but his face full of mischief. “It’s not that I can’t register things, I am actually very sensitive, but I have a greater range of tolerance than you do.” Looking up from his steady progress down the Doctor’s back, Jack grinned evilly and raised his eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh, do you now?” Sliding his hand back up the Doctor’s spine he reached past both their heads and tugged on the edge of the tray, sliding it around the rug to lie behind the Doctor. Letting his hand select the best weapon he pulled the rough wooden spoon out of the bowl of ice cream and brought it up to his lips. With a leer he slowly eased the spoon into his mouth, sucking the ice cream off the spoon and holding it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “So just how cold can you go?”
The Doctor laughed and took another sip of his tea before shrugging lightly. “That depends on just how hot you think you are, Captain.” Chuckling, Jack shifted up to his knees, the blanket rising up off the Doctor and laying him bare to Jack’s gaze. Pushing the blanket to one side Jack sat for a moment, enjoying the heat of the fire on his skin before he moved, lying down again but this time head to toe with the Time Lord.
“Oh Doctor, you should know by now, I’m hot stuff indeed...” Chuckling at his hopelessly cheesy line along with the Doctor, Jack rested on his left arm and leaned over the Doctor’s body. With his still cool lips he kissed the bottom of the Doctor’s spine and reached out his hand to take more ice cream. “Just like you.”
Scooping another spoonful from the bowl Jack sucked it into his mouth before leaning over again, kissing over the very gentle curve at the top of the Doctor’s buttocks with his freezing lips. He could feel another, much stronger, shiver run through the Time Lord’s body and grinned as he looked up.
The Doctor was still, his posture relaxed, but at the same time that mere lack of motion told Jack everything he needed to know. The Doctor was never truly this still. Jack could see the tension in his shoulders and the way he was holding his neck, curving back. He was fighting not to move. Jack dragged his lips along the gentle curve of the Doctor’s right cheek, sliding around towards his hips and warming himself up slowly even as he cooled the Doctor down.
Taking another spoonful Jack held it in his mouth and let just the tip of his tongue slide out from between his lips, cold and firm as he returned his attention to the Doctor’s arse. Flicking over the sensitive join between thigh and buttock he could sense the tension in the muscles under the skin as he moved further towards the Doctor’s centre. He toyed with the idea of simply dripping the ice cream along that crease, of exploring every inch of it and continuing his dessert that way but instead decided to tease.
Taking care to top up on more ice cream as he began to warm up again, Jack shifted down along the Doctor’s thigh, slipping down towards the back of his knees.
“Jack, what are you...” The Doctor twisted to look over his shoulder and looked surprised as he watched Jack slide lower than he had thought he was aiming. “OH!” As Jack’s cool tongue flickered over the surprisingly sensitive skin behind his knee the Doctor twitched reflexively, hastily lowering his tea to the floor as his head dropped lower. “Oh my.”
Chuckling wickedly, Jack continued to flick his tongue over the Doctor’s knee, enjoying the muffled babble of nonsense coming from the Time Lord. He played with the sweet spot for a few minutes before deciding it was time to move on. Dragging his tongue in a cold trail up the Doctor’s thigh he lingered for a moment on the Doctor’s hip before resting his hand on his back and tapping, just once.
The Doctor shifted to look down at Jack and grinned, his eyes heavy as he considered the unspoken question. Nodding just slightly the Doctor turned, twisting to lay facing Jack and bringing his prick in line with Jack’s cold lips. Smiling back, Jack slid his arm over the Doctor’s waist, sliding to press against his warm skin and help pull them closer. Pausing a moment to get one last spoonful of ice cream Jack considered his prize for a moment before moving in to claim it.
The Doctor gasped as he felt cold lips spread over the head of his cock, chilling it but not too much. He could feel the coldness of Jack’s mouth contrasting with the heat of his own body and couldn’t help shivering at the sensation. He could think of nothing but Jack and his mouth. Every press of that cold tongue against his prick, every swipe of lips and ice cream and tongue over his slit felt harder than normal, a shock against the warmth of the room.
Looking down he watched Jack work for a few minutes, feeling the chill subside as the ice melted. As his lover paused the Doctor smiled contentedly at him. Smiling back, Jack topped up on ice cream before returning to work, his pace faster this time, his movements hungrier as he took as much of the Doctor into his mouth as possible, coating him in coldness as quickly as possible.
The Doctor groaned quietly at the sensation, his hips bucking slightly against Jack’s mouth, welcoming the chill. Oh this was too much, too cold, and just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, that the pleasant chill began to turn to a harsh sting Jack swallowed around his length. The ice cream began to disappear and a welcome surge of warmth returned for a moment as the pressure of tongue and lips against him took over. He knew Jack wouldn’t let him get away with it for long though. Unless he distracted him of course...
With a lopsided grin the Doctor reached out for his hot tea, taking a large mouthful and swilling it around his mouth before swallowing. Taking another, he held his lips tight, sealing the hot tea in as he shifted. Jack’s cock was only a few inches away and it didn’t take much to close the distance. Kissing the very tip once in warning the Doctor felt Jack’s movements slow for a moment, all too aware of what that kiss was offering. Of what it was promising...
Taking a deep breath through his nose the Doctor pressed his lips tight against Jack’s cock, carefully opening them around the head and forming a tight seal as he gently sucked the tip of Jack’s prick into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the slit he could taste Jack combining with the tea, the heat of the drink adding to the heat of Jack’s body. The Doctor could feel Jack’s tongue begin to still, a soft gasp against his cock the only indication that Jack was being affected by the move.
Sucking gently, and careful of the tea, the Doctor drew more of Jack into his mouth, sliding his hot tongue over the sensitive ridges. He would never admit it to Jack but even though he could withstand far higher and lower temperatures than humans that magic thirty-seven degrees Celsius, human body temperature, was by far his favourite.
Well, maybe a half degree warmer was better. Say around the temperature of an aroused human. There was something about the way their skin felt against his own, the way their bodies seemed to melt under his touch, becoming warmer, the way their skin would flush and glow... It was intoxicating. Maybe that was why he kept coming back to them, kept travelling with humans. Even without the sex, even with just a hug or the way their hand felt in his, that warmth, that body temperature just felt right.
The Doctor hastily swallowed as he felt Jack pause, the slight shifting of his body giving him the clue that he was rearming, more ice cream coming into play. Taking advantage of the pause the Doctor twisted back too, grabbing his mug.
“Oh Doctor...” Jack called conversationally. “Last one there gives the other a foot rub. Just to make it interesting.” Grinning evilly the Doctor nodded, bringing the mug up towards his lips.
“May the best man win.” Taking a deep gulp he then refilled his mouth, holding his lips tight as he watched Jack do evil things to the spoon. With a quick shake of his head the Doctor lowered his mouth back down to Jack’s waist. If Jack chose to waste time then that was his problem. As he lined himself up again though he heard Jack toss the spoon across the room and hastily resumed his place.
Draping his free arm lightly over Jack’s side, careful to keep his hand dangling loosely behind the other man’s body he felt Jack mirror his move and grinned to himself. No hands. This was going to be a fair contest - or at least as fair as it ever got between them.
They moved as one, each sliding the other into their partly full mouths and feeling the opposite temperature surround their own cock. They had each been in and out of the others life for so long but no matter how long they were apart they kept returning to each other. The first time they had met the Doctor had taken charge - in more ways than one. But they were both such different men from the men they were when they had met. Older, perhaps wiser. But still just as attracted to each other. Still just as good at driving the other crazy.
Jack concentrated hard on the sensation of the Doctor’s prick in his mouth, using every trick he could to try and make the other man come first. They were both so old, had seen so much of the world but they still managed to teach each other new things. As he twisted his tongue Jack was rewarded with a muffled groan from the Doctor’s mouth wrapped around his own cock. There was always something new to learn, even for an immortal and a Time Lord.
The Doctor fought back, dragging Jack’s prick deep into his throat and cheated slightly, engaging his respiratory bypass to let him work without distraction from mundane matters such as air. A slight cheat perhaps but Jack always found ways to level the playing field again.
Swallowing around his length the Doctor could taste Jack, could smell him and feel the warmth of him. So unique a taste, the soft salt of it similar to the way his skin tasted sometimes, but gentle. He had once meant to ask Jack whether it was all natural or a little enhancement like his pheromones. But he had decided not to in the end. All relationships need a little mystery in them.
Jack could feel himself slowing, distracted by the feel of the Doctor’s lips wrapped around the root of his cock, his whole length wrapped in warmth. His own mouth was warmer too now, the initial chill fading so quickly against their combined heat. Pulling back a little Jack focused his efforts on the head of the Doctor’s cock, flicking his tongue over the softer end and sliding over the sensitive ridges lingeringly. He could feel the Doctor’s moves begin to speed up, the pressure against his cock driving Jack slowly insane as he tried to block it out and focus on the job in hand - or should that be the job in mouth?
Groaning from a combination of the effects of the Doctor’s tongue and the awfulness of his own thought Jack pulled back a moment. Pursing his lips and blowing cool air across the Doctor’s heated prick Jack could feel the break in rhythm as the move had the desired effect of distracting his lover. Quickly he lunged back to work, hungrily sucking on the Time Lord’s cock and sliding his tongue and lips as low as he could.
Jack wished he could bring his hands into play, could wrap his fingers around the root of that firm cock and hold it tight or play with his balls. Hell, right now he wouldn’t mind icing up his own finger and sliding it between those hot cheeks just to add a surprising finish. But instead he focused on using just his tongue and lips to drive the Time Lord crazy, remembering every twist and flick he had ever been taught in his very long life. Say what you like about Time Lord’s and their vast intellect and great knowledge - when it came to sex no being in the universe was quite as experienced as Captain Jack Harkness.
He could feel the Doctor start to shiver a little, the tension of his mouth around Jack’s cock the tell that he was looking for. Resisting the urge to celebrate too soon, Jack quickly set to work finishing off with a move that always worked - on Time Lord’s anyway. Flicking his tongue over the Doctor’s length one last time Jack drew back, sucking just the head between his lips before pausing, just a second but long enough to feel like forever. Just as the Doctor began to notice, began to miss the pressure Jack pushed forward again, taking the Doctor into him as deeply as possible.
With a muffled groan the Doctor came, warmth filling Jack’s mouth and he hastily swallowed, taking as much as he could. Closing his eyes Jack concentrated on sucking and licking gently, cleaning the Doctor off and bringing him through it gently. Once content that his lover - and now the loser - was clean Jack pulled back and shifted to look up between their bodies.
The Doctor was heavy eyed but still alert, his lips still locked steadfastly around Jack’s cock. Pausing a moment to enjoy his own orgasm the Doctor smiled somewhat awkwardly and shifted his leg, letting Jack rest against his thigh. Jack couldn’t help smiling at the sight of those lips spread over his prick, the Doctor’s mouth spread wide and yet unusually silent. Getting the Doctor to shut up really did require literally gagging him sometimes and this was definitely the way to go.
Gathering himself, the Doctor set to work again with renewed vigour, determined not to lose by too much. Jack watched contentedly as the Doctor began to bob his head, his lips sliding back and forth along Jack’s length. There was something undeniably erotic about the sight, not just the image but the knowledge that this powerful being, possibly the most incredible being in the universe, was putting all of his great intellect and skill and abilities to use on one purpose only. Getting Jack off.
Now if that wasn’t a turn-on Jack didn’t know what was.
Jack could feel himself getting close and, now the game was over, let his arm drape over the Doctor’s body again, holding on tight to his smooth skin. Some days his immortality was a curse but if he could spend it like this, in this one second, lost in this embrace and these sensations it would be the greatest gift imaginable.
With a soft gasp Jack came, feeling the Doctor respond quickly to him, adjusting and trying to catch it all. As he watched, though, Jack could see a slight trickle down the Time Lord’s chin. He couldn’t think of any better way to end the game than this.
As the Doctor pulled back he reached out a hand to his own chin, catching the drip and licking it off his fingers efficiently, almost like a cat. Okay, Jack mused, so maybe that was a better sight to end on. Chuckling contentedly, Jack rolled on to his back, breathing heavily in the soft firelight.
The Doctor sat up and retrieved the blanket, gently throwing it over Jack before grabbing his tea. Sitting cross legged - and looking as though he had just watched a mildly interesting TV program rather than indulged in a hot and cold sixty nine with his companion - the Doctor took another sip and looked down at Jack before hastily offering him the mug.
“Oh sorry, would you like some?” Laughing, Jack shook his head quickly and wriggled into the rug.
“No thanks, I’m just fine.” Nodding, the Doctor smiled smugly.
“Just fine? Oh come on, Jack.” Leaning down he kissed his lover deeply, tea and ice cream and come and just everything combining into an indefinable mix that tasted just right. “This isn’t about being fine. This is about being....” the Doctor paused, before whispering quietly, a soft grin on his face. “Fabulous.”
Author: jovialien
Pairing: Jack/Ten
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers/warnings: M/M, no spoilers. Set sometime in Jack’s future (after Torchwood)
Challenge: Summer Holidays
Prompt group: 9: change - repetition - hot and cold - difference
Summary: It was a long time before Jack went travelling with the Doctor again and he had forgotten how uncomfortable - and how comfortable - an experience it could be....
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Captain Jack Harkness had forgotten about the less comfortable facts of travelling with the Doctor. It had been a long time before he had set foot in the TARDIS again and in the meantime he had gotten too used to the relatively constant temperature of Cardiff. He had forgotten about the way the universe - or perhaps it was the TARDIS’ strange sense of humour - kept deciding to throw him into either extreme heat or extreme cold.
He could feel his arms starting to burn in the hot sun. His shirt was now wrapped around his head, turban style, and his coat was draped over his arm. He was melting, each step through the endless expanse of sand was like walking through a furnace; something he had had far too much real experience of to ever choose to seek it out as a holiday destination. Unlike his partner...
“Don’t you ever get hot?” Jack shouted at the Doctor’s departing back, still clad in that familiar brown coat. As the Doctor turned back to face him Jack felt like glaring as he took in the broad grin and completely cool features.
“What, this? It’s positively balmy, there’s only two suns. Now you should try some of the triple sunned planets, they get a bit toasty.”
“A bit toasty? Doctor, it must be fifty degrees out here, if this is a bit toasty what’s hot? Boiling point? Or when I start to cook?” Jack hurried the last few paces to catch up to him and grabbed his arm tiredly. “I’m roasting here, quite literally. Just promise me the next planet will be a bit cooler - or at least have a nice little bar with parasols and a hot cabana boy in a pair of those tight little pink shorts to make it more bearable - okay?”
Shaking his head the Doctor began muttering about humans and their obsession with the temperature before pointing into the distance.
“Ah ha! Come on, Jack, just three dunes to go. Last one there has to give the winner a foot rub!” Waggling his eyebrows excitedly the Doctor ran off down the dune, sand flying out around him as Jack just watched for a moment before giving in and throwing himself down the slope after him. Maybe next time would be easier on his skin...
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Jack pulled his coat tight around his body, his fingers well and truly wedged into his armpits as he tried to keep some blood flow going. He had given up his toes as a lost cause about an hour ago and was hoping his healing powers would not try to revive them any time soon. He would only lose them again within five minutes and frostbite was definitely not on his top ten ‘fun things to have happen to Jack’s toes’ list.
“Doctor!” Jack’s shout was whisked away by the freezing wind blowing them across the open expanse of ice and he had to take yet another freezing breath to shout again. “DOCTOR!” He watched as the flapping brown figure ahead of him turned around. The Doctor’s hands were tucked casually into his trouser pockets and his coat undone as though he was taking a stroll in the park, not trekking across an ice planet in search of a distant cousin of the abominable snowman.
“What?” Squinting in the snow and ice flying around them the Doctor brought his hand up to his face to shield his eyes and grinned at Jack. “You said you wanted somewhere cooler this time, well, this counts, right?” Jack stomped closer, wading through the knee high snow.
“How are you not freezing too?” Jack looked at the Doctor carefully, taking in the icicles clinging to his hair but with the way his skin looked a healthy flush - he was sure his own had gone blue ages ago - he didn’t seem affected by the cold. “Seriously, don’t you ever feel too hot or too cold?” The Doctor considered for a moment, a small snow drift building up unnoticed around his legs.
“I’ve never really thought about it.” He frowned thoughtfully and Jack finally got close enough to slide his hands around his slender body, pulling him close - although due to a different biological need than usual. This time it was all about the body heat. “I suppose in extremes I do, it depends on the environment and the surrounding air temperature, although generally speaking I have more control over my body temperature than-” The Doctor’s voice broke off as he looked down in surprise. “What... What are you doing?”
“Keeping my hands warm...” Jack grinned and slipped his hands further into the Doctor’s waistband. “I see what you mean about the body temperature thing. You’re hot as usual.” The Doctor sighed and placed his hands over Jack’s frozen cheeks gently.
“Honestly, Jack, do you ever think of anything other than- ”
“Doctor, look out!” With a yell Jack hastily pushed the Doctor to one side as the giant fur covered creature stomped closer bellowing angrily. As it swatted him into the snowdrift he was sure he could hear the Doctor bellowing back at it. Jack just hoped that the Time Lord didn’t get “Hello” and “Die horribly!” mixed up this time...
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Jack stretched lazily on the soft rug, the gentle warmth of the flames warming his naked body wonderfully and just a blanket draped over him. Now this was much more comfortable. The frostbite had healed quickly and his fingers had only been black for an hour in the end. His clothes were draped over various items of oversized (for him anyway) furniture in the room to dry and a very large bed awaited him whenever he was ready.
It had turned out that the Doctor knew a lot more than “Hello” this time.
Twisting to look behind him at the door, Jack smiled as he heard a familiar bellowing approaching. From the sounds of things the Doctor was in conversation with the ice creature still. But as the door pushed open and the Doctor backed through he was alone.
“Jack!” the Doctor cried out as he spotted his companion over his shoulder. “Oh good, you’re awake! I was starting to think that chill might have been serious.” Turning to face him, Jack could now see the large tray he was balancing in his arms - not to mention some kind of animal skin sash draped over his suited chest.
“Serious?” Jack twisted on the rug to face him fully, the blanket sliding down his hip slightly as he moved. He shivered a moment as his body adjusted to the loss of heat to his front but enjoyed the warmth spreading along his spine. “Whatever would give you that idea, the hypothermia, me turning blue or that I nearly lost my feet?” He wiggled his toes and poked them out the end of the blanket to emphasise his point.
“No to mention,” Jack added significantly, “I could have lost other even more important extremities if you hadn’t got me out of that snow fast enough.” Sighing dramatically, the Doctor put the tray down on the floor by Jack’s head before sitting cross legged beside him on the giant rug.
“Jack, at the rate you heal you could have been buried in the ice for a century and still have thawed out nicely. Honestly, it’s not like it can kill you!” Leaning past Jack, the Doctor reached out to snag a bowl off the tray. Bringing it up to his lips he sniffed it experimentally. “Unlike the local cuisine if you’re not careful.” Flicking out his tongue almost lizard like he tasted the contents of the bowl and frowned thoughtfully. “Mmm not quite Earl Grey but it will do for tonight. They’re going to help us dig the TARDIS out tomorrow.”
“Fabulous. And for the record, just because something can’t kill me doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to avoid it all the same.” Jack sighed, and looked over his shoulder at the tray. “Is that.... ice cream?”
“Sort of yes,” the Doctor confirmed, pointing to the tray as he identified the local food. “That’s a kind of ice cream, tastes a bit like ginger really. That there is softer and is sweet, basically tastes like cream but I wouldn’t ask which animal they milk to make it if I were you. Then there is a sweet warm sauce almost like toffee I guess and-”Jack held up his hand in defeat.
“You know what, forget I asked. Am I to take it you only brought me dessert then?” The Doctor shrugged innocently and took a sip of his hot drink.
“And some hot tea. To be honest, most of the banquet wasn’t suitable for human consumption so it’s just as well you were unconscious, I wouldn’t have wanted to insult Grelllllllllllch and his mate.” Jack watched as the Doctors tongue oscillated over the syllables in their hosts name and found himself missing the next few things the Doctor said as his mind worked over a few possibilities for that particular move. “... and then we had dessert and I thought, aha, Jack will like this, so brought you some.”
Nodding, Jack took a bowl of the tea and frowned as he spotted the darker hems of the Doctor’s trousers, as well as the way his red trainers were darker than usual.
“Wait a sec,” he said, reaching out to touch the Doctor’s clothes, “you’re still wet! For goodness’ sake, Doc, you’ll catch your death of cold!” Hastily pushing the tray aside Jack took the bowl off the Doctor and began tugging at the animal skin sash. Placing his hands over Jack’s the Doctor stopped him gently.
“I’m fine, honest.” Jack shook his head quickly.
“I don’t care if you are a Time Lord, you can’t sit around in wet clothes. Come on, strip. Now.”
“Is that an order, Jack?” the Doctor enquired with a mischievous grin. Catching the tone in his voice Jack grinned back.
“Yes it is, now snap to it!”
“Yes, sir!” the Doctor replied before spotting the strange look on Jack’s face. “What?”
“Nothing.” Jack looked away for a moment before gazing back into the Doctor’s eyes. “It’s just been a long time since anyone called me sir.” Shaking it off he leaned forward to kiss the Doctor softly. “Now, I believe you were stripping?” The Doctor shifted on to his knees and gently pushed Jack down onto the rug.
“Yes,” he whispered with a gentle kiss to Jack’s lips, “Jack.” Pulling back the Doctor stood and quickly began disrobing, his manic energy making the whole thing feel more like a bad teenage date or an odd dance than a seduction but Jack was used to that. Getting the Doctor just to stand still was hard enough. Getting him to lie still was almost impossible. Getting him to just take it easy required a lot of skill....
Lifting up the blanket invitingly Jack couldn’t help grinning as he watched the Doctor finish stripping, his suit flung onto the gigantic bed carelessly. He then slipped to his knees, sliding under the blanket beside Jack at last. Jack gently wrapped the blanket around them both before shifting to lie on his side, one hand draped over his partner’s back gently.
“There,” Jack asked quietly, “isn’t that better?” The Doctor shrugged, twisting around to grab his tea and ignoring the fact that they were both naked, as well as the suggestive smile on Jack’s face.
“Like I said, I was fine anyway.” As he wriggled around on the rug the Doctor opted to lie on his front, face down to the rug, as he rested on his elbows, sipping his tea. Shifting his hand Jack began to slide his fingers higher up the Doctor’s back.
“It’s not about being fine, Doctor, it’s about being... fabulous.” Quirking a smile the Doctor turned back to him but didn’t say anything as Jack’s hand slid higher up over his shoulders then reversed its course, sliding lower.... Sipping his tea slowly the Doctor ignored the way Jack’s hand tickled over the base of his spine before drifting lower still, disappearing under the blanket.
“Of course,” Jack continued, “if you really don’t notice temperatures I’m guessing it doesn’t really matter what I do with my hands because you won’t really feel it...” Tickling over the sensitive crease where the Doctor’s cheeks met his legs Jack grinned at the slight shiver that went through the Time Lord’s body. Leaning over, Jack slid himself lower down the Doctor’s body, kissing his shoulder and down his back as he repositioned himself.
“I didn’t say that exactly.” The Doctor shifted and looked over his shoulder, his hands still clutching his tea but his face full of mischief. “It’s not that I can’t register things, I am actually very sensitive, but I have a greater range of tolerance than you do.” Looking up from his steady progress down the Doctor’s back, Jack grinned evilly and raised his eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh, do you now?” Sliding his hand back up the Doctor’s spine he reached past both their heads and tugged on the edge of the tray, sliding it around the rug to lie behind the Doctor. Letting his hand select the best weapon he pulled the rough wooden spoon out of the bowl of ice cream and brought it up to his lips. With a leer he slowly eased the spoon into his mouth, sucking the ice cream off the spoon and holding it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “So just how cold can you go?”
The Doctor laughed and took another sip of his tea before shrugging lightly. “That depends on just how hot you think you are, Captain.” Chuckling, Jack shifted up to his knees, the blanket rising up off the Doctor and laying him bare to Jack’s gaze. Pushing the blanket to one side Jack sat for a moment, enjoying the heat of the fire on his skin before he moved, lying down again but this time head to toe with the Time Lord.
“Oh Doctor, you should know by now, I’m hot stuff indeed...” Chuckling at his hopelessly cheesy line along with the Doctor, Jack rested on his left arm and leaned over the Doctor’s body. With his still cool lips he kissed the bottom of the Doctor’s spine and reached out his hand to take more ice cream. “Just like you.”
Scooping another spoonful from the bowl Jack sucked it into his mouth before leaning over again, kissing over the very gentle curve at the top of the Doctor’s buttocks with his freezing lips. He could feel another, much stronger, shiver run through the Time Lord’s body and grinned as he looked up.
The Doctor was still, his posture relaxed, but at the same time that mere lack of motion told Jack everything he needed to know. The Doctor was never truly this still. Jack could see the tension in his shoulders and the way he was holding his neck, curving back. He was fighting not to move. Jack dragged his lips along the gentle curve of the Doctor’s right cheek, sliding around towards his hips and warming himself up slowly even as he cooled the Doctor down.
Taking another spoonful Jack held it in his mouth and let just the tip of his tongue slide out from between his lips, cold and firm as he returned his attention to the Doctor’s arse. Flicking over the sensitive join between thigh and buttock he could sense the tension in the muscles under the skin as he moved further towards the Doctor’s centre. He toyed with the idea of simply dripping the ice cream along that crease, of exploring every inch of it and continuing his dessert that way but instead decided to tease.
Taking care to top up on more ice cream as he began to warm up again, Jack shifted down along the Doctor’s thigh, slipping down towards the back of his knees.
“Jack, what are you...” The Doctor twisted to look over his shoulder and looked surprised as he watched Jack slide lower than he had thought he was aiming. “OH!” As Jack’s cool tongue flickered over the surprisingly sensitive skin behind his knee the Doctor twitched reflexively, hastily lowering his tea to the floor as his head dropped lower. “Oh my.”
Chuckling wickedly, Jack continued to flick his tongue over the Doctor’s knee, enjoying the muffled babble of nonsense coming from the Time Lord. He played with the sweet spot for a few minutes before deciding it was time to move on. Dragging his tongue in a cold trail up the Doctor’s thigh he lingered for a moment on the Doctor’s hip before resting his hand on his back and tapping, just once.
The Doctor shifted to look down at Jack and grinned, his eyes heavy as he considered the unspoken question. Nodding just slightly the Doctor turned, twisting to lay facing Jack and bringing his prick in line with Jack’s cold lips. Smiling back, Jack slid his arm over the Doctor’s waist, sliding to press against his warm skin and help pull them closer. Pausing a moment to get one last spoonful of ice cream Jack considered his prize for a moment before moving in to claim it.
The Doctor gasped as he felt cold lips spread over the head of his cock, chilling it but not too much. He could feel the coldness of Jack’s mouth contrasting with the heat of his own body and couldn’t help shivering at the sensation. He could think of nothing but Jack and his mouth. Every press of that cold tongue against his prick, every swipe of lips and ice cream and tongue over his slit felt harder than normal, a shock against the warmth of the room.
Looking down he watched Jack work for a few minutes, feeling the chill subside as the ice melted. As his lover paused the Doctor smiled contentedly at him. Smiling back, Jack topped up on ice cream before returning to work, his pace faster this time, his movements hungrier as he took as much of the Doctor into his mouth as possible, coating him in coldness as quickly as possible.
The Doctor groaned quietly at the sensation, his hips bucking slightly against Jack’s mouth, welcoming the chill. Oh this was too much, too cold, and just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, that the pleasant chill began to turn to a harsh sting Jack swallowed around his length. The ice cream began to disappear and a welcome surge of warmth returned for a moment as the pressure of tongue and lips against him took over. He knew Jack wouldn’t let him get away with it for long though. Unless he distracted him of course...
With a lopsided grin the Doctor reached out for his hot tea, taking a large mouthful and swilling it around his mouth before swallowing. Taking another, he held his lips tight, sealing the hot tea in as he shifted. Jack’s cock was only a few inches away and it didn’t take much to close the distance. Kissing the very tip once in warning the Doctor felt Jack’s movements slow for a moment, all too aware of what that kiss was offering. Of what it was promising...
Taking a deep breath through his nose the Doctor pressed his lips tight against Jack’s cock, carefully opening them around the head and forming a tight seal as he gently sucked the tip of Jack’s prick into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the slit he could taste Jack combining with the tea, the heat of the drink adding to the heat of Jack’s body. The Doctor could feel Jack’s tongue begin to still, a soft gasp against his cock the only indication that Jack was being affected by the move.
Sucking gently, and careful of the tea, the Doctor drew more of Jack into his mouth, sliding his hot tongue over the sensitive ridges. He would never admit it to Jack but even though he could withstand far higher and lower temperatures than humans that magic thirty-seven degrees Celsius, human body temperature, was by far his favourite.
Well, maybe a half degree warmer was better. Say around the temperature of an aroused human. There was something about the way their skin felt against his own, the way their bodies seemed to melt under his touch, becoming warmer, the way their skin would flush and glow... It was intoxicating. Maybe that was why he kept coming back to them, kept travelling with humans. Even without the sex, even with just a hug or the way their hand felt in his, that warmth, that body temperature just felt right.
The Doctor hastily swallowed as he felt Jack pause, the slight shifting of his body giving him the clue that he was rearming, more ice cream coming into play. Taking advantage of the pause the Doctor twisted back too, grabbing his mug.
“Oh Doctor...” Jack called conversationally. “Last one there gives the other a foot rub. Just to make it interesting.” Grinning evilly the Doctor nodded, bringing the mug up towards his lips.
“May the best man win.” Taking a deep gulp he then refilled his mouth, holding his lips tight as he watched Jack do evil things to the spoon. With a quick shake of his head the Doctor lowered his mouth back down to Jack’s waist. If Jack chose to waste time then that was his problem. As he lined himself up again though he heard Jack toss the spoon across the room and hastily resumed his place.
Draping his free arm lightly over Jack’s side, careful to keep his hand dangling loosely behind the other man’s body he felt Jack mirror his move and grinned to himself. No hands. This was going to be a fair contest - or at least as fair as it ever got between them.
They moved as one, each sliding the other into their partly full mouths and feeling the opposite temperature surround their own cock. They had each been in and out of the others life for so long but no matter how long they were apart they kept returning to each other. The first time they had met the Doctor had taken charge - in more ways than one. But they were both such different men from the men they were when they had met. Older, perhaps wiser. But still just as attracted to each other. Still just as good at driving the other crazy.
Jack concentrated hard on the sensation of the Doctor’s prick in his mouth, using every trick he could to try and make the other man come first. They were both so old, had seen so much of the world but they still managed to teach each other new things. As he twisted his tongue Jack was rewarded with a muffled groan from the Doctor’s mouth wrapped around his own cock. There was always something new to learn, even for an immortal and a Time Lord.
The Doctor fought back, dragging Jack’s prick deep into his throat and cheated slightly, engaging his respiratory bypass to let him work without distraction from mundane matters such as air. A slight cheat perhaps but Jack always found ways to level the playing field again.
Swallowing around his length the Doctor could taste Jack, could smell him and feel the warmth of him. So unique a taste, the soft salt of it similar to the way his skin tasted sometimes, but gentle. He had once meant to ask Jack whether it was all natural or a little enhancement like his pheromones. But he had decided not to in the end. All relationships need a little mystery in them.
Jack could feel himself slowing, distracted by the feel of the Doctor’s lips wrapped around the root of his cock, his whole length wrapped in warmth. His own mouth was warmer too now, the initial chill fading so quickly against their combined heat. Pulling back a little Jack focused his efforts on the head of the Doctor’s cock, flicking his tongue over the softer end and sliding over the sensitive ridges lingeringly. He could feel the Doctor’s moves begin to speed up, the pressure against his cock driving Jack slowly insane as he tried to block it out and focus on the job in hand - or should that be the job in mouth?
Groaning from a combination of the effects of the Doctor’s tongue and the awfulness of his own thought Jack pulled back a moment. Pursing his lips and blowing cool air across the Doctor’s heated prick Jack could feel the break in rhythm as the move had the desired effect of distracting his lover. Quickly he lunged back to work, hungrily sucking on the Time Lord’s cock and sliding his tongue and lips as low as he could.
Jack wished he could bring his hands into play, could wrap his fingers around the root of that firm cock and hold it tight or play with his balls. Hell, right now he wouldn’t mind icing up his own finger and sliding it between those hot cheeks just to add a surprising finish. But instead he focused on using just his tongue and lips to drive the Time Lord crazy, remembering every twist and flick he had ever been taught in his very long life. Say what you like about Time Lord’s and their vast intellect and great knowledge - when it came to sex no being in the universe was quite as experienced as Captain Jack Harkness.
He could feel the Doctor start to shiver a little, the tension of his mouth around Jack’s cock the tell that he was looking for. Resisting the urge to celebrate too soon, Jack quickly set to work finishing off with a move that always worked - on Time Lord’s anyway. Flicking his tongue over the Doctor’s length one last time Jack drew back, sucking just the head between his lips before pausing, just a second but long enough to feel like forever. Just as the Doctor began to notice, began to miss the pressure Jack pushed forward again, taking the Doctor into him as deeply as possible.
With a muffled groan the Doctor came, warmth filling Jack’s mouth and he hastily swallowed, taking as much as he could. Closing his eyes Jack concentrated on sucking and licking gently, cleaning the Doctor off and bringing him through it gently. Once content that his lover - and now the loser - was clean Jack pulled back and shifted to look up between their bodies.
The Doctor was heavy eyed but still alert, his lips still locked steadfastly around Jack’s cock. Pausing a moment to enjoy his own orgasm the Doctor smiled somewhat awkwardly and shifted his leg, letting Jack rest against his thigh. Jack couldn’t help smiling at the sight of those lips spread over his prick, the Doctor’s mouth spread wide and yet unusually silent. Getting the Doctor to shut up really did require literally gagging him sometimes and this was definitely the way to go.
Gathering himself, the Doctor set to work again with renewed vigour, determined not to lose by too much. Jack watched contentedly as the Doctor began to bob his head, his lips sliding back and forth along Jack’s length. There was something undeniably erotic about the sight, not just the image but the knowledge that this powerful being, possibly the most incredible being in the universe, was putting all of his great intellect and skill and abilities to use on one purpose only. Getting Jack off.
Now if that wasn’t a turn-on Jack didn’t know what was.
Jack could feel himself getting close and, now the game was over, let his arm drape over the Doctor’s body again, holding on tight to his smooth skin. Some days his immortality was a curse but if he could spend it like this, in this one second, lost in this embrace and these sensations it would be the greatest gift imaginable.
With a soft gasp Jack came, feeling the Doctor respond quickly to him, adjusting and trying to catch it all. As he watched, though, Jack could see a slight trickle down the Time Lord’s chin. He couldn’t think of any better way to end the game than this.
As the Doctor pulled back he reached out a hand to his own chin, catching the drip and licking it off his fingers efficiently, almost like a cat. Okay, Jack mused, so maybe that was a better sight to end on. Chuckling contentedly, Jack rolled on to his back, breathing heavily in the soft firelight.
The Doctor sat up and retrieved the blanket, gently throwing it over Jack before grabbing his tea. Sitting cross legged - and looking as though he had just watched a mildly interesting TV program rather than indulged in a hot and cold sixty nine with his companion - the Doctor took another sip and looked down at Jack before hastily offering him the mug.
“Oh sorry, would you like some?” Laughing, Jack shook his head quickly and wriggled into the rug.
“No thanks, I’m just fine.” Nodding, the Doctor smiled smugly.
“Just fine? Oh come on, Jack.” Leaning down he kissed his lover deeply, tea and ice cream and come and just everything combining into an indefinable mix that tasted just right. “This isn’t about being fine. This is about being....” the Doctor paused, before whispering quietly, a soft grin on his face. “Fabulous.”