melt/fire/calm
title: melt/fire/calm
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17 for smutty sexiness
pairing: tenth doctor/jack
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches; I own nothing.
author's note: written last month for the wintercompanion summer ficfest thing. prompt was 'fire, melt, fade, calm'. I decided that using three out of four wasn't bad. :-)
(melt)
*
Jack was an old master of seduction in much the same way that Vermeer and Goya and Matisse were old masters in paint; he could flirt with little more than a raised eyebrow, the curl of a lip, the turn and lilt of a single word. When they were alone in the TARDIS the Doctor realized that all of Jack's previous attempts to 'say hello' were positively anemic by comparison.
Worse than that, he found that said attempts were actually working.
He'd always tried to keep his attraction to Jack firmly hidden under the proverbial bushel basket - a pile of bushel baskets, if the truth be told - but after everything, after Rose and Donna and feeling himself crack wide open on Mars, it was just too much loneliness to hold inside.
Plus he admitted it was nice seeing Jack close to his old self again, instead of brooding about things that couldn't be changed.
(fire)
*
Neither one of them knew who made the first move.
Maybe it was the Doctor, when his hand lingered over Jack's while they were repairing the Tardis console; maybe it was Jack, when a caress turned on the curve of the Doctor's cheekbone and he fell into those dark, timeless eyes.
Hands tore away shirts and stripes, a brass button bounced off a coral strut: then skin was revealed, glowing softly in the orange-green light of the Tardis control room. Jack's eyes glittered with lust, and he sank to his knees with a quick grin.
The Doctor groaned, and his hands flexed in Jack's hair; hips jerked forward, a helpless, wanton motion. He watched Jack's wrist rock back and forth in the confines of his boxers and thought about taking that thick length in his own mouth, holding its heavy weight on his tongue.
"L-let me do that." he moaned. "I want to make you feel good, too."
Jack grinned and rocked back on his heels, his mouth freed up with an audible 'pop'."I've got a better idea. Let's multitask."
*
They're tangled together on the floor, legs twined around shoulders, lips and tongues caressing each other. The Doctor sucked his cheeks together, delighting in the scent of Jack's pheromones, the softness of his skin; he pulled Jack's cock further into his mouth, rolled his cool lips over it, sucked it deep into his throat and tried to stop his hips from thrusting madly into Jack's mouth. Jack groaned and the reverberations bounced down the Doctor's cock and up his spine, hitting every pleasure center on the way.
Jack wanted this to last forever, but knew his own body well enough to know it wouldn't; his hips were flailing wildly, small muscles cramping, sweaty hands sliding on the Doctor's hips - but he could feel the Doctor's intensity increasing just as he was coming down, and Jack sucked a little harder, trying to pull him up and over.
*
(calm)
Jack ran his hands through the Doctor's hair, delighting in the rumbling sigh that resulted - something akin to a cat's purr. "So, was it worth the wait?"
"Sort of."
"What?"
The Doctor cracked one eye open and grinned at the incredulous look on Jack's face. "We--eeeelll, I think we waited a bit too long, is all."
"Oh." Jack leaned over and brushed his lips against the Doctor's forehead. "And the other question is -"
"Do I want to do it again? well, maybe in an hour or two ... after a drink, and a couple of bananas - all that sweating, and there's tons of potassium lost during ejaculation ..."
Jack collapsed with laughter. The Doctor trailed off, stared for a moment, and decided to laugh along with the joke.
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17 for smutty sexiness
pairing: tenth doctor/jack
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches; I own nothing.
author's note: written last month for the wintercompanion summer ficfest thing. prompt was 'fire, melt, fade, calm'. I decided that using three out of four wasn't bad. :-)
(melt)
*
Jack was an old master of seduction in much the same way that Vermeer and Goya and Matisse were old masters in paint; he could flirt with little more than a raised eyebrow, the curl of a lip, the turn and lilt of a single word. When they were alone in the TARDIS the Doctor realized that all of Jack's previous attempts to 'say hello' were positively anemic by comparison.
Worse than that, he found that said attempts were actually working.
He'd always tried to keep his attraction to Jack firmly hidden under the proverbial bushel basket - a pile of bushel baskets, if the truth be told - but after everything, after Rose and Donna and feeling himself crack wide open on Mars, it was just too much loneliness to hold inside.
Plus he admitted it was nice seeing Jack close to his old self again, instead of brooding about things that couldn't be changed.
(fire)
*
Neither one of them knew who made the first move.
Maybe it was the Doctor, when his hand lingered over Jack's while they were repairing the Tardis console; maybe it was Jack, when a caress turned on the curve of the Doctor's cheekbone and he fell into those dark, timeless eyes.
Hands tore away shirts and stripes, a brass button bounced off a coral strut: then skin was revealed, glowing softly in the orange-green light of the Tardis control room. Jack's eyes glittered with lust, and he sank to his knees with a quick grin.
The Doctor groaned, and his hands flexed in Jack's hair; hips jerked forward, a helpless, wanton motion. He watched Jack's wrist rock back and forth in the confines of his boxers and thought about taking that thick length in his own mouth, holding its heavy weight on his tongue.
"L-let me do that." he moaned. "I want to make you feel good, too."
Jack grinned and rocked back on his heels, his mouth freed up with an audible 'pop'."I've got a better idea. Let's multitask."
*
They're tangled together on the floor, legs twined around shoulders, lips and tongues caressing each other. The Doctor sucked his cheeks together, delighting in the scent of Jack's pheromones, the softness of his skin; he pulled Jack's cock further into his mouth, rolled his cool lips over it, sucked it deep into his throat and tried to stop his hips from thrusting madly into Jack's mouth. Jack groaned and the reverberations bounced down the Doctor's cock and up his spine, hitting every pleasure center on the way.
Jack wanted this to last forever, but knew his own body well enough to know it wouldn't; his hips were flailing wildly, small muscles cramping, sweaty hands sliding on the Doctor's hips - but he could feel the Doctor's intensity increasing just as he was coming down, and Jack sucked a little harder, trying to pull him up and over.
*
(calm)
Jack ran his hands through the Doctor's hair, delighting in the rumbling sigh that resulted - something akin to a cat's purr. "So, was it worth the wait?"
"Sort of."
"What?"
The Doctor cracked one eye open and grinned at the incredulous look on Jack's face. "We--eeeelll, I think we waited a bit too long, is all."
"Oh." Jack leaned over and brushed his lips against the Doctor's forehead. "And the other question is -"
"Do I want to do it again? well, maybe in an hour or two ... after a drink, and a couple of bananas - all that sweating, and there's tons of potassium lost during ejaculation ..."
Jack collapsed with laughter. The Doctor trailed off, stared for a moment, and decided to laugh along with the joke.