"Join Us" 3/3 [Ten II / Rose / alt!Jack - Mature]
Title: Join Us (3/3)
Author: aibhinn
Rating: M
Characters: Ten II / Rose / Alt!Jack
Spoilers: None, if you know how Journey's End turns out.
Summary: Rose and the Doctor have got to know this universe's version of Jack pretty well-and have decided they want more than just friendship. More or less PWP, really.
Disclaimer: Except for Alt!Jack, nothing is mine. I promise to put Auntie Beeb's toys away nicely when I'm done.
Author's Note: This is a "spare prompt" given by joannec, from the long-ago OT3 Ficathon hosted by wendymr and dark_aegis.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Doctor relaxed into the kiss, resting his hands on Jack's hips. Rose, now mostly recovered from what had been one of the most incredible orgasms of her life, tugged the skirt of her dress back down and settled in to watch.
Their kiss was tentative at first: questing, seeking, testing, tasting. The two of them were nearly the same height; Rose hadn't thought about how that would affect a kiss, but she imagined it was a lot easier to kiss someone close to your height than someone far different. Jack's hands cupped the Doctor's face gently, tenderly, like something infinitely precious, and Rose felt a lump start in her throat. For months, now, Jack had thought about them, watched them, wanted them, and never had the confidence to say anything to them. He must have been so lonely, she thought.
And then something between the two men shifted, and the kiss wasn't tentative at all.
Without warning, Jack's hands slid into the Doctor's hair, pulling him closer, and at the same time, the Doctor fisted his hands in the back of Jack's shirt. Soft, gentle contact turned to raging passion, almost as much struggle for dominance as desire for each other. One of Jack's hands slid down the Doctor's back to his hips, pulling the other man against him. The Doctor snarled into his mouth and sucked on Jack's lower lip, grinding against him.
Rose watched, mouth slightly open, unable to tear her eyes away. God, they're gorgeous together. Wonder who's going to throw whom up against the wall?
Neither, as it turned out; they broke apart a moment later, panting. Their eyes were so full of lust, it was a wonder they weren't burning everything around them. They stared at each other for a long, intense moment, reading what they could in each other's gazes.
And then Jack grinned. "Your place or mine?" he asked.
***
The flat was empty and dark when the Doctor opened the door, pulling his key out of the lock in a fluid movement and tossing the bunch into a bowl on the entry table. He flipped on the light and stepped out of the way, letting Rose and Jack in, and hung up his coat on the coat tree. Jack politely shucked his as well, and the Doctor hung that up too.
Rose shut the door with a soft click, and the three of them looked at each other. The desperate need they'd felt back at Torchwood had faded during the car ride here, and now the Doctor could feel the awkwardness he'd feared beginning to descend. "Erm," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Rose put a hand on the small of each of their backs. "We have some talking to do, yeah?" she suggested, and nodded towards the darkened living room. "Might as well have a sit-down. Maybe some tea?"
The Doctor smiled at her gratefully. All that confidence he'd discovered in Jack's office, grown out of the knowledge that Jack wanted them as much as they wanted him, seemed to have disappeared. Even Jack seemed to be glad of the direction, and the three of them headed down the corridor and into the living room.
With a fine sense of tact, Jack took the armchair, while the Doctor sat on the sofa. Rose puttered softly in the kitchen, putting the kettle on. The Doctor racked his brain for some way to broach the subject without simply ploughing into it. The heat of passion was all well and good, he was beginning to realise, but if he couldn't sit down and openly discuss things with the partner he and Rose hoped to bring into their relationship, perhaps he ought to completely re-think the whole idea.
No, he thought. No, this was what he wanted-what they wanted. He simply had to stop worrying and start talking.
He took a deep breath and plunged in. "How much has Rose told you?" he asked.
Jack, who'd been contemplating the view of central London through their window, turned to meet his gaze. "She said the two of you had talked about it, and wanted me to 'join you'-but she wanted you there before she defined exactly what 'join you' meant." The Captain's eyes bored into his, and the Doctor could read hope there-deep, desperate hope. "And she implied this wasn't to be a one-off."
Okay, good; she'd told him everything they'd agreed she would. Not that he'd doubted it, of course, but it was good to have it verified. "Yes," the Doctor said. "That's all correct. But you, I'm guessing, would very much like to have that phrase defined."
Rose came in with three cups of tea and set them down on the coffee table around which the furniture was arrayed. "Milk, no sugar," she said, handing a cup to Jack, who accepted it with a smile. "Milk, four sugars," she continued, handing a second cup to the Doctor, who also smiled a thank-you. "And mine," she concluded, picking up her own milk-free, sweet tea. She sat beside the Doctor and slid an arm behind him, rubbing his back comfortingly with a hand.
The Doctor let his eyes drift closed for a moment-he was always amazed by the way Rose's touch could affect him-then opened them again to meet Jack's. Jack hadn't responded to his half-question, at least not verbally, though the Doctor could tell that he was on edge, waiting to hear the answer. "Let me answer you with another question," the Doctor said. "What would you like 'join us' to mean?"
Jack's eyebrows rose, and he looked a little taken aback. "I didn't expect that," he commented, and took a sip of tea, clearly giving the question serious thought. He drew his lower lip into his mouth, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows. His eyes glanced up to look at the two of them briefly, then back down to stare into his teacup.
"Jack," Rose said, leaning forward slightly. "Don't worry about saying what we want to hear, or not saying what we don't want to hear. Just tell us: what do you want?"
Jack blinked, and the Doctor realised Rose had seen what he hadn't: Jack's fear of saying too much, too soon, and frightening them off. He squeezed her knee gently in appreciation as they waited for Jack to gather his thoughts-and overcome his fear.
At last, Jack rested his elbows on his knees, holding his teacup loosely in his hands, and took a deep breath. The Doctor could almost see him gathering his courage. "I want a partnership," he said soberly. "I want to be with the two of you, serious, long-term. I'm not asking for a commitment ceremony tomorrow," he added, somewhat hastily, "but . . . I want a shot at making something work between us. I don't just want a quick shag, or a shallow fuck-buddy relationship." He smiled a little weakly, and looked away from them, taking another swallow of his tea. The Doctor noticed his hands were trembling, and felt his heart go out to the other man. That might have been the hardest thing he's ever said to someone, the Doctor thought. He's no more used to baring his soul than I am . . . and I'd be willing to bet he's been hurt, badly hurt, at some point. He just opened his shirt and handed us the dagger to stab him with.
We're going to have to be so careful not to inadvertently do just that . . .
"What a coincidence," the Doctor said lightly, but with a serious undertone that he hoped Jack could read. "That's exactly what we want, too."
Jack startled, looking back at them again with wide eyes. His mouth opened as though to say something, then closed again. The Doctor could tell he'd been steeling himself to be disappointed, or embarrassed, or even asked to leave. He reached over and plucked the teacup out of the Captain's lax hands, placed it on the coffee table alongside his, and took one of those hands in both of his own, aware of Rose's body pressing against his supportively. "We've spent a lot of time talking about this, Rose and I," he said quietly. "We've come to the conclusion that we love each other a great deal, but that there's room here for one more. Room in our hearts, in our home, and in our bed. And you're the only one who'll do."
Jack looked over at Rose, gauging her reaction; so did the Doctor, though he knew what that reaction would be. Rose's expression was suffused with the immense love of which she was so capable. "Please, Jack," she said softly.
Jack blinked rapidly a few times and gave a small laugh, looking down at the floor briefly before he met their eyes again. "Yeah," he said, squeezing the Doctor's hands. "Oh, hell yeah."
Heart brimming, the Doctor rose to his feet and tugged Jack up as well, into an embrace that turned into a long, slow, intense snog. There was a brief pause, and then Rose was there too, her arms going around them and theirs around her. The kiss ended, and the Doctor looked over at her, realising she must have moved the coffee table so she could join them. "Look at this," he said to Jack, grinning. "You've already got us rearranging our furniture to suit you."
Jack blinked again and then laughed, a bit helplessly. Rose joined in, and so did the Doctor. The tension and worry and discomfort in the air vanished as though it had never been as they giggled together. The Doctor didn't remember the last time he'd felt this comfortable since the metacrisis.
The laughter faded after a moment, and Rose tightened her arms around the two of them. "C'mon," she said, still grinning, once again with that teasing tongue between her teeth. "Let's go to bed."
***
Jack had assumed the Doctor and he would spend this first time focusing on Rose, but apparently the two of them had agreed on their own plan of attack, with him as the (entirely willing) victim.
It started as soon as they made it into the bedroom. The Doctor flipped the light switch, revealing a king-sized bed covered in a green-patterned duvet. There was other furniture in the room as well, he was sure, but he didn't get much of a chance to see it, because he suddenly had an armful of Rose. She'd kicked off her heels, so she was considerably shorter than she had been, but she made up for it with the way she dragged his head down for a long, deep kiss that had his head spinning. He sank eagerly into the kiss, sliding his hands around to her back, only to find that she'd already unzipped her dress, and wasn't wearing a bra.
The natural thing to do was to slide his hands beneath the fabric and pull it forward and down, off her arms and over her hips. She kicked it to one side without breaking the kiss and began working on the buttons of his shirt, nimbly undoing them as his hands cupped her (still knickerless) bottom and pressed her against him. He was hard again already-not surprising, given his lack of release earlier-and he wanted nothing so much as to be buried inside her.
A warm body pressed against his back, pushing his braces down and over his shoulders as Rose finished untucking his shirt and undoing the last of the buttons. Together the Doctor and Rose pulled his shirt off, and Jack groaned as a pair of lips dropped a series of light, nibbling kisses on the back of his neck. Jack's tee-shirt was pulled out of his trousers as well, and the Doctor's warm, elegant hands slid up underneath it to caress Jack's chest. Jack groaned again when his fingertips brushed over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin.
"You know how long we've thought about this, Jack?" the Doctor whispered into his ear, almost a growl. He pressed his hips into Jack's bum, letting Jack feel how hard he was. "Since you watched us on the beach in Spain. We talked about you that night, you know. We almost asked you then. But then the mission interfered, and the moment was lost. But Rose and I have spent all these months planning exactly how we were going to seduce you, and what we were going to do to you once we got you into bed."
Jack broke the kiss to gasp for air. He hadn't thought there was any way to be more turned on than he had been, but God, the Doctor was going to make him come right then and there, with that crushed-diamond voice in his ear.
Rose had busied herself with unfastening his trousers while he was distracted. He glanced down to see her on her knees in front of him, untying his boots. At the same time, the Doctor pulled Jack's tee-shirt off, immediately latching his mouth onto the junction between Jack's neck and shoulder, and Jack felt his knees turn to jelly. "I'm-" he began, not sure he was going to be able to complete a coherent sentence.
"We know," Rose said softly. "Out of the boots and onto the bed, yeah?"
The Doctor released him, and somehow Jack managed to pull his feet out of his boots and lie down in the centre of that huge, gorgeous bed. The Doctor-still mostly dressed, though he'd shucked his shoes and socks and suit jacket-and Rose bracketed him, grinning down at him with matching lustful grins. "Even better than I imagined," Rose said, eyes travelling down the length of his half-clad body.
"Oh, yes," the Doctor agreed, resting a hand on Jack's lower belly and rubbing in small circles just above the waistband of his pants. Jack whimpered, lifting his hips by way of encouragement to get the Doctor to move his hand lower. "The real thing is far, far better."
Jack swallowed. "Guys," he said, his voice raspy, "I don't mean to be a spoilsport, but if you're going to continue on the way you started, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out."
The Doctor and Rose looked up at each other. "He's been waiting since before you got there," Rose said.
"True," the Doctor conceded. "Well, I suppose we can play later. After all, we've got a lot of time." And he smiled at Jack, a sweet, loving, lustful smile that made Jack's heart contract. He leant down and whispered, "On your side, then, Captain."
Willingly, Jack stripped quickly out of his trousers and pants and turned over to face Rose, who snuggled up to him and tugged his upper leg over hers, spreading him wide. The Doctor's weight shifted on the bed, and Jack heard a drawer open and close, and the soft snick of a tube being flipped open. He groaned, pressing against Rose. She kissed him, reaching down to curl her hand around his hard length. "We love you, Jack," she murmured, stroking her thumb up and down the vein on the underside of his cock. "I hope you know that. We love you."
Before he could respond, the Doctor was back, and cool, slick fingers were stroking over his entrance. Jack's eyes slammed shut and he hissed out a breath, tilting his head forward to rest his forehead against Rose's. One finger slid inside, then two, and it took all of Jack's willpower not to press backwards against him, to shove those fingers deeper, to force them to fuck him the way he ached for. He focused so hard on holding still, on not coming, that when the fingers disappeared he felt a little bit lost, until at last, at last, he heard the distinctive rustle of clothes being discarded, and the Doctor's slick cock pressed against him.
Jack took a deep breath, and let it out. "Please," he grated.
There was a pause, and then the Doctor's arm came around him and the Doctor's cock pressed slowly, God, so slowly, into him. He pulled out slightly, then pressed in again, farther this time, and again, out, and back in, until he was fully seated.
Rose released Jack and he felt her shift, raising herself up on an arm. One hand reached over him, and he realised she was touching the Doctor, maybe stroking his hair. "You okay?" she asked.
"Brilliant," the Doctor breathed, his breath warm on the back of Jack's neck. Jack shivered. "Go ahead."
Rose settled back down and kissed Jack on the lips, once, twice, three times, letting the third linger. He opened his eyes as she drew away, hoping that 'go ahead' meant what he thought it did. "Think you could handle us both?" she asked, smiling at him from only inches away.
"God, yes," he said without thinking, and she smiled that dawning-sky smile he loved so much. The Doctor stilled behind him, and Jack moved his leg away so Rose could shift into place and settle down on his cock, taking him inside of her.
He sucked in a sharp breath as she wrapped her own leg over him and the Doctor, taking him as deep into her as possible, given the position they were in. She paused, waiting until he opened his eyes again. "You okay?" she asked again, of him this time.
The Doctor inside him, himself in Rose . . . . "There are no words for exactly how 'okay' I am," he told her. She smiled at him again, and he felt as much as heard the Doctor's soft chuckle behind him.
"In that case," the Doctor said, and then suddenly he was moving again. So was Rose. Soft, gentle rocking movements in counterpoint, hardly any motion at all-not much leverage nor room to move in this position-but Jack didn't care. He was here, between the two people he'd fantasised about, thought about, fallen in love with; here in their bed, here in their hearts, and God, it was fantastic, it was better than fantastic, it was all the superlatives ever created in any language, all rolled up into one. And despite how close he'd been, he found himself settling into an odd sort of holding pattern, letting himself drown in the sensations of his lovers inside him and around him and before him and behind him. He was surrounded by love and heat and pleasure, surrounded and filled and it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Nothing had been better than this.
Rose broke first, gasping and spasming around him, murmuring his name. That was all it took to send him, finally, over the edge into the most intense orgasm of his life. He clutched at her with one hand, reaching back to wrap the other over the Doctor's waist, as he gave a long, guttural cry of pure release. Seconds later, he heard the Doctor's own shout as he came inside Jack, pressing his hips against him and clutching Jack tightly to him.
They lay bonelessly entwined together for a long moment, gasping to catch their breaths. The intensity of their lovemaking still shimmered in the room, creating a bubble of warmth and intimacy that no-one wanted to break by moving or speaking. The Doctor pulled carefully out of Jack, who also slipped out of Rose, but otherwise, they just held each other, wrapped up in the moment.
Until Rose said softly, "Wow. Anyone up for another trip to Spain?"
There was a moment more of silence, this time the silence of shock and dawning comprehension, before all three of them dissolved into laughter yet again. Jack pressed backwards into the Doctor, who tightened his arm around him, and Rose snuggled tighter into his front, still giggling. This, Jack thought, this is exactly what I was hoping for.
The laughter settled into a much less intense silence, and Jack took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"The pleasure was ours," the Doctor assured him. "But if we're going to sleep-which I assume we are, since Rose is already snoring-"
"I don't snore!"
"-we should probably get under the duvet; it'll be cold by morning."
They disentangled themselves with a general groan, the duvet was folded back, and they slipped underneath it, right back into the same configuration. Rose pillowed her head on Jack's upper arm, snuggling into him, as the Doctor shut off the lights and spooned up behind Jack, who smiled. "Good night," the Doctor murmured.
"Oh, yes," Jack said softly. "Yes, it is."
Author: aibhinn
Rating: M
Characters: Ten II / Rose / Alt!Jack
Spoilers: None, if you know how Journey's End turns out.
Summary: Rose and the Doctor have got to know this universe's version of Jack pretty well-and have decided they want more than just friendship. More or less PWP, really.
Disclaimer: Except for Alt!Jack, nothing is mine. I promise to put Auntie Beeb's toys away nicely when I'm done.
Author's Note: This is a "spare prompt" given by joannec, from the long-ago OT3 Ficathon hosted by wendymr and dark_aegis.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Doctor relaxed into the kiss, resting his hands on Jack's hips. Rose, now mostly recovered from what had been one of the most incredible orgasms of her life, tugged the skirt of her dress back down and settled in to watch.
Their kiss was tentative at first: questing, seeking, testing, tasting. The two of them were nearly the same height; Rose hadn't thought about how that would affect a kiss, but she imagined it was a lot easier to kiss someone close to your height than someone far different. Jack's hands cupped the Doctor's face gently, tenderly, like something infinitely precious, and Rose felt a lump start in her throat. For months, now, Jack had thought about them, watched them, wanted them, and never had the confidence to say anything to them. He must have been so lonely, she thought.
And then something between the two men shifted, and the kiss wasn't tentative at all.
Without warning, Jack's hands slid into the Doctor's hair, pulling him closer, and at the same time, the Doctor fisted his hands in the back of Jack's shirt. Soft, gentle contact turned to raging passion, almost as much struggle for dominance as desire for each other. One of Jack's hands slid down the Doctor's back to his hips, pulling the other man against him. The Doctor snarled into his mouth and sucked on Jack's lower lip, grinding against him.
Rose watched, mouth slightly open, unable to tear her eyes away. God, they're gorgeous together. Wonder who's going to throw whom up against the wall?
Neither, as it turned out; they broke apart a moment later, panting. Their eyes were so full of lust, it was a wonder they weren't burning everything around them. They stared at each other for a long, intense moment, reading what they could in each other's gazes.
And then Jack grinned. "Your place or mine?" he asked.
***
The flat was empty and dark when the Doctor opened the door, pulling his key out of the lock in a fluid movement and tossing the bunch into a bowl on the entry table. He flipped on the light and stepped out of the way, letting Rose and Jack in, and hung up his coat on the coat tree. Jack politely shucked his as well, and the Doctor hung that up too.
Rose shut the door with a soft click, and the three of them looked at each other. The desperate need they'd felt back at Torchwood had faded during the car ride here, and now the Doctor could feel the awkwardness he'd feared beginning to descend. "Erm," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Rose put a hand on the small of each of their backs. "We have some talking to do, yeah?" she suggested, and nodded towards the darkened living room. "Might as well have a sit-down. Maybe some tea?"
The Doctor smiled at her gratefully. All that confidence he'd discovered in Jack's office, grown out of the knowledge that Jack wanted them as much as they wanted him, seemed to have disappeared. Even Jack seemed to be glad of the direction, and the three of them headed down the corridor and into the living room.
With a fine sense of tact, Jack took the armchair, while the Doctor sat on the sofa. Rose puttered softly in the kitchen, putting the kettle on. The Doctor racked his brain for some way to broach the subject without simply ploughing into it. The heat of passion was all well and good, he was beginning to realise, but if he couldn't sit down and openly discuss things with the partner he and Rose hoped to bring into their relationship, perhaps he ought to completely re-think the whole idea.
No, he thought. No, this was what he wanted-what they wanted. He simply had to stop worrying and start talking.
He took a deep breath and plunged in. "How much has Rose told you?" he asked.
Jack, who'd been contemplating the view of central London through their window, turned to meet his gaze. "She said the two of you had talked about it, and wanted me to 'join you'-but she wanted you there before she defined exactly what 'join you' meant." The Captain's eyes bored into his, and the Doctor could read hope there-deep, desperate hope. "And she implied this wasn't to be a one-off."
Okay, good; she'd told him everything they'd agreed she would. Not that he'd doubted it, of course, but it was good to have it verified. "Yes," the Doctor said. "That's all correct. But you, I'm guessing, would very much like to have that phrase defined."
Rose came in with three cups of tea and set them down on the coffee table around which the furniture was arrayed. "Milk, no sugar," she said, handing a cup to Jack, who accepted it with a smile. "Milk, four sugars," she continued, handing a second cup to the Doctor, who also smiled a thank-you. "And mine," she concluded, picking up her own milk-free, sweet tea. She sat beside the Doctor and slid an arm behind him, rubbing his back comfortingly with a hand.
The Doctor let his eyes drift closed for a moment-he was always amazed by the way Rose's touch could affect him-then opened them again to meet Jack's. Jack hadn't responded to his half-question, at least not verbally, though the Doctor could tell that he was on edge, waiting to hear the answer. "Let me answer you with another question," the Doctor said. "What would you like 'join us' to mean?"
Jack's eyebrows rose, and he looked a little taken aback. "I didn't expect that," he commented, and took a sip of tea, clearly giving the question serious thought. He drew his lower lip into his mouth, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows. His eyes glanced up to look at the two of them briefly, then back down to stare into his teacup.
"Jack," Rose said, leaning forward slightly. "Don't worry about saying what we want to hear, or not saying what we don't want to hear. Just tell us: what do you want?"
Jack blinked, and the Doctor realised Rose had seen what he hadn't: Jack's fear of saying too much, too soon, and frightening them off. He squeezed her knee gently in appreciation as they waited for Jack to gather his thoughts-and overcome his fear.
At last, Jack rested his elbows on his knees, holding his teacup loosely in his hands, and took a deep breath. The Doctor could almost see him gathering his courage. "I want a partnership," he said soberly. "I want to be with the two of you, serious, long-term. I'm not asking for a commitment ceremony tomorrow," he added, somewhat hastily, "but . . . I want a shot at making something work between us. I don't just want a quick shag, or a shallow fuck-buddy relationship." He smiled a little weakly, and looked away from them, taking another swallow of his tea. The Doctor noticed his hands were trembling, and felt his heart go out to the other man. That might have been the hardest thing he's ever said to someone, the Doctor thought. He's no more used to baring his soul than I am . . . and I'd be willing to bet he's been hurt, badly hurt, at some point. He just opened his shirt and handed us the dagger to stab him with.
We're going to have to be so careful not to inadvertently do just that . . .
"What a coincidence," the Doctor said lightly, but with a serious undertone that he hoped Jack could read. "That's exactly what we want, too."
Jack startled, looking back at them again with wide eyes. His mouth opened as though to say something, then closed again. The Doctor could tell he'd been steeling himself to be disappointed, or embarrassed, or even asked to leave. He reached over and plucked the teacup out of the Captain's lax hands, placed it on the coffee table alongside his, and took one of those hands in both of his own, aware of Rose's body pressing against his supportively. "We've spent a lot of time talking about this, Rose and I," he said quietly. "We've come to the conclusion that we love each other a great deal, but that there's room here for one more. Room in our hearts, in our home, and in our bed. And you're the only one who'll do."
Jack looked over at Rose, gauging her reaction; so did the Doctor, though he knew what that reaction would be. Rose's expression was suffused with the immense love of which she was so capable. "Please, Jack," she said softly.
Jack blinked rapidly a few times and gave a small laugh, looking down at the floor briefly before he met their eyes again. "Yeah," he said, squeezing the Doctor's hands. "Oh, hell yeah."
Heart brimming, the Doctor rose to his feet and tugged Jack up as well, into an embrace that turned into a long, slow, intense snog. There was a brief pause, and then Rose was there too, her arms going around them and theirs around her. The kiss ended, and the Doctor looked over at her, realising she must have moved the coffee table so she could join them. "Look at this," he said to Jack, grinning. "You've already got us rearranging our furniture to suit you."
Jack blinked again and then laughed, a bit helplessly. Rose joined in, and so did the Doctor. The tension and worry and discomfort in the air vanished as though it had never been as they giggled together. The Doctor didn't remember the last time he'd felt this comfortable since the metacrisis.
The laughter faded after a moment, and Rose tightened her arms around the two of them. "C'mon," she said, still grinning, once again with that teasing tongue between her teeth. "Let's go to bed."
***
Jack had assumed the Doctor and he would spend this first time focusing on Rose, but apparently the two of them had agreed on their own plan of attack, with him as the (entirely willing) victim.
It started as soon as they made it into the bedroom. The Doctor flipped the light switch, revealing a king-sized bed covered in a green-patterned duvet. There was other furniture in the room as well, he was sure, but he didn't get much of a chance to see it, because he suddenly had an armful of Rose. She'd kicked off her heels, so she was considerably shorter than she had been, but she made up for it with the way she dragged his head down for a long, deep kiss that had his head spinning. He sank eagerly into the kiss, sliding his hands around to her back, only to find that she'd already unzipped her dress, and wasn't wearing a bra.
The natural thing to do was to slide his hands beneath the fabric and pull it forward and down, off her arms and over her hips. She kicked it to one side without breaking the kiss and began working on the buttons of his shirt, nimbly undoing them as his hands cupped her (still knickerless) bottom and pressed her against him. He was hard again already-not surprising, given his lack of release earlier-and he wanted nothing so much as to be buried inside her.
A warm body pressed against his back, pushing his braces down and over his shoulders as Rose finished untucking his shirt and undoing the last of the buttons. Together the Doctor and Rose pulled his shirt off, and Jack groaned as a pair of lips dropped a series of light, nibbling kisses on the back of his neck. Jack's tee-shirt was pulled out of his trousers as well, and the Doctor's warm, elegant hands slid up underneath it to caress Jack's chest. Jack groaned again when his fingertips brushed over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin.
"You know how long we've thought about this, Jack?" the Doctor whispered into his ear, almost a growl. He pressed his hips into Jack's bum, letting Jack feel how hard he was. "Since you watched us on the beach in Spain. We talked about you that night, you know. We almost asked you then. But then the mission interfered, and the moment was lost. But Rose and I have spent all these months planning exactly how we were going to seduce you, and what we were going to do to you once we got you into bed."
Jack broke the kiss to gasp for air. He hadn't thought there was any way to be more turned on than he had been, but God, the Doctor was going to make him come right then and there, with that crushed-diamond voice in his ear.
Rose had busied herself with unfastening his trousers while he was distracted. He glanced down to see her on her knees in front of him, untying his boots. At the same time, the Doctor pulled Jack's tee-shirt off, immediately latching his mouth onto the junction between Jack's neck and shoulder, and Jack felt his knees turn to jelly. "I'm-" he began, not sure he was going to be able to complete a coherent sentence.
"We know," Rose said softly. "Out of the boots and onto the bed, yeah?"
The Doctor released him, and somehow Jack managed to pull his feet out of his boots and lie down in the centre of that huge, gorgeous bed. The Doctor-still mostly dressed, though he'd shucked his shoes and socks and suit jacket-and Rose bracketed him, grinning down at him with matching lustful grins. "Even better than I imagined," Rose said, eyes travelling down the length of his half-clad body.
"Oh, yes," the Doctor agreed, resting a hand on Jack's lower belly and rubbing in small circles just above the waistband of his pants. Jack whimpered, lifting his hips by way of encouragement to get the Doctor to move his hand lower. "The real thing is far, far better."
Jack swallowed. "Guys," he said, his voice raspy, "I don't mean to be a spoilsport, but if you're going to continue on the way you started, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out."
The Doctor and Rose looked up at each other. "He's been waiting since before you got there," Rose said.
"True," the Doctor conceded. "Well, I suppose we can play later. After all, we've got a lot of time." And he smiled at Jack, a sweet, loving, lustful smile that made Jack's heart contract. He leant down and whispered, "On your side, then, Captain."
Willingly, Jack stripped quickly out of his trousers and pants and turned over to face Rose, who snuggled up to him and tugged his upper leg over hers, spreading him wide. The Doctor's weight shifted on the bed, and Jack heard a drawer open and close, and the soft snick of a tube being flipped open. He groaned, pressing against Rose. She kissed him, reaching down to curl her hand around his hard length. "We love you, Jack," she murmured, stroking her thumb up and down the vein on the underside of his cock. "I hope you know that. We love you."
Before he could respond, the Doctor was back, and cool, slick fingers were stroking over his entrance. Jack's eyes slammed shut and he hissed out a breath, tilting his head forward to rest his forehead against Rose's. One finger slid inside, then two, and it took all of Jack's willpower not to press backwards against him, to shove those fingers deeper, to force them to fuck him the way he ached for. He focused so hard on holding still, on not coming, that when the fingers disappeared he felt a little bit lost, until at last, at last, he heard the distinctive rustle of clothes being discarded, and the Doctor's slick cock pressed against him.
Jack took a deep breath, and let it out. "Please," he grated.
There was a pause, and then the Doctor's arm came around him and the Doctor's cock pressed slowly, God, so slowly, into him. He pulled out slightly, then pressed in again, farther this time, and again, out, and back in, until he was fully seated.
Rose released Jack and he felt her shift, raising herself up on an arm. One hand reached over him, and he realised she was touching the Doctor, maybe stroking his hair. "You okay?" she asked.
"Brilliant," the Doctor breathed, his breath warm on the back of Jack's neck. Jack shivered. "Go ahead."
Rose settled back down and kissed Jack on the lips, once, twice, three times, letting the third linger. He opened his eyes as she drew away, hoping that 'go ahead' meant what he thought it did. "Think you could handle us both?" she asked, smiling at him from only inches away.
"God, yes," he said without thinking, and she smiled that dawning-sky smile he loved so much. The Doctor stilled behind him, and Jack moved his leg away so Rose could shift into place and settle down on his cock, taking him inside of her.
He sucked in a sharp breath as she wrapped her own leg over him and the Doctor, taking him as deep into her as possible, given the position they were in. She paused, waiting until he opened his eyes again. "You okay?" she asked again, of him this time.
The Doctor inside him, himself in Rose . . . . "There are no words for exactly how 'okay' I am," he told her. She smiled at him again, and he felt as much as heard the Doctor's soft chuckle behind him.
"In that case," the Doctor said, and then suddenly he was moving again. So was Rose. Soft, gentle rocking movements in counterpoint, hardly any motion at all-not much leverage nor room to move in this position-but Jack didn't care. He was here, between the two people he'd fantasised about, thought about, fallen in love with; here in their bed, here in their hearts, and God, it was fantastic, it was better than fantastic, it was all the superlatives ever created in any language, all rolled up into one. And despite how close he'd been, he found himself settling into an odd sort of holding pattern, letting himself drown in the sensations of his lovers inside him and around him and before him and behind him. He was surrounded by love and heat and pleasure, surrounded and filled and it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Nothing had been better than this.
Rose broke first, gasping and spasming around him, murmuring his name. That was all it took to send him, finally, over the edge into the most intense orgasm of his life. He clutched at her with one hand, reaching back to wrap the other over the Doctor's waist, as he gave a long, guttural cry of pure release. Seconds later, he heard the Doctor's own shout as he came inside Jack, pressing his hips against him and clutching Jack tightly to him.
They lay bonelessly entwined together for a long moment, gasping to catch their breaths. The intensity of their lovemaking still shimmered in the room, creating a bubble of warmth and intimacy that no-one wanted to break by moving or speaking. The Doctor pulled carefully out of Jack, who also slipped out of Rose, but otherwise, they just held each other, wrapped up in the moment.
Until Rose said softly, "Wow. Anyone up for another trip to Spain?"
There was a moment more of silence, this time the silence of shock and dawning comprehension, before all three of them dissolved into laughter yet again. Jack pressed backwards into the Doctor, who tightened his arm around him, and Rose snuggled tighter into his front, still giggling. This, Jack thought, this is exactly what I was hoping for.
The laughter settled into a much less intense silence, and Jack took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"The pleasure was ours," the Doctor assured him. "But if we're going to sleep-which I assume we are, since Rose is already snoring-"
"I don't snore!"
"-we should probably get under the duvet; it'll be cold by morning."
They disentangled themselves with a general groan, the duvet was folded back, and they slipped underneath it, right back into the same configuration. Rose pillowed her head on Jack's upper arm, snuggling into him, as the Doctor shut off the lights and spooned up behind Jack, who smiled. "Good night," the Doctor murmured.
"Oh, yes," Jack said softly. "Yes, it is."