i've got rhythm (10/jack, r)
title: i've got rhythm
author: phinnia
rating: r for semi-graphic sex
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex (semi-graphic)
prompt: admiration
pairing: jack/10th doctor
author's note: follows my series tomorrow is another day and how the time lord got his groove back. if you haven't read them, the basic facts are: 1. COE never happened 2. 10 is trying to be less of a jerk; he was very shaken after losing Rose to the magma clamp and is trying desperately to turn over a new leaf despite himself and 3. Jack has recently joined the Doctor on the TARDIS.
They had not kissed since the day he'd come aboard the TARDIS, that morning he'd come onboard in a heady swirl of coat and bags and pheromones and emotions thick as a sweet, sweet swirl of honey (sweet like the faint honey taste of the Doctor's mouth, the Doctor's tongue).
Jack was beginning to think he was going to lose his mind before the Doctor got over himself. Or maybe just his hands from all the frantic jerking off he was doing waiting for the Doctor to get over himself.
Perhaps a little active convincing was called for. He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair and tucked in his shirt - then untucked it again, and went off in search of the Doctor.
*
His heart and his mind weren't on the tinkering he was doing: given the pitifully burnt state of his fingers that was becoming completely obvious - but for once the TARDIS had the good grace not to say anything. She had gotten her way when Jack came aboard, and was still gloating in the Indian summer of that particular victory (when she wasn't rearranging hallways so they'd bump into each other constantly after showers, that was).
He wasn't sure how to go about this. It was difficult enough to admit that he admired Jack - never mind that he was attracted to Jack. Time Lords didn't do relationships - especially this one, the last Time Lord, nothing more than an accidental remnant of a long-dead race -
"Credit for your thoughts."
"Fine! I'm fine." The TARDIS took this opportunity to zap him for that, and hard; he yelped in a quite unseemly fashion and popped his abused fingers in his mouth before he could stop himself.
"That wasn't really what I asked." Jack replied, an amused tone to his voice. "And from the looks of things, you're lying. Let me see."
"I'm fine -"
"Let me see."
Silently, the Doctor held out his injured hand. Jack turned it over, bowed deeply, and kissed the back of it; then the wrist, the top of the fingers, and his lips trailed all the way down to the reddened tips. The Doctor felt blood rushing to his cheeks.
"You look good today." Jack murmured.
"I'm a mess." The Doctor demurred.
"You look good every day."
"I have hyperdrive oil on my face."
"I don't care." Jack whispered, one arm wrapped securely around the Doctor's waist, the other hand stroking gently through the thick locks of the Doctor's hair. Their lips were inches apart - then centimeters -
Then they weren't apart at all.
*
"Jack - ohhh - I have to - I - I have to -"
"You don't have to do anything. Just let me make you feel good ..."
"I - it's just - it's been - ohhhhh..."
"You like that?"
"Yessss, yesss - I just - I have to tell you that it's been - oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Oh, look at you.. More?"
"I don't know if I can - Jack - it's - been - oh - my - aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby, that's it ... come on, baby ... that's it ... just let go for me ..."
**pant pant**
**smug smug** "Were you wanting to say something?"
"It's just ... been a while, that's all."
"I figured."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Only a little."
**pause** "You're still -"
"Of course I am. I'm in bed with a gorgeous naked Time Lord. You don't have to do anything."
"Don't be stupid. You ... took care of me. It's only fair." ** shimmy **
"Well - I mean - if you - oh God, Doctor, your mouth ... "
"Mmmm?"
"Don't stop, damnit -"
"Mmmmmmm...."
**thrust**
**lick**
**groan**
**suck**
**rockthrustrockrockrockmoan**
**smug**
"I thought you said it had been a while?"
"Well, it's not like you forget ... things. Like that."
"You really are good at everything."
"Coming from you? That's quite the compliment." **rubrubrub** "Can we ... you know... go again?"
**grin** "Of course. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
author: phinnia
rating: r for semi-graphic sex
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex (semi-graphic)
prompt: admiration
pairing: jack/10th doctor
author's note: follows my series tomorrow is another day and how the time lord got his groove back. if you haven't read them, the basic facts are: 1. COE never happened 2. 10 is trying to be less of a jerk; he was very shaken after losing Rose to the magma clamp and is trying desperately to turn over a new leaf despite himself and 3. Jack has recently joined the Doctor on the TARDIS.
They had not kissed since the day he'd come aboard the TARDIS, that morning he'd come onboard in a heady swirl of coat and bags and pheromones and emotions thick as a sweet, sweet swirl of honey (sweet like the faint honey taste of the Doctor's mouth, the Doctor's tongue).
Jack was beginning to think he was going to lose his mind before the Doctor got over himself. Or maybe just his hands from all the frantic jerking off he was doing waiting for the Doctor to get over himself.
Perhaps a little active convincing was called for. He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair and tucked in his shirt - then untucked it again, and went off in search of the Doctor.
*
His heart and his mind weren't on the tinkering he was doing: given the pitifully burnt state of his fingers that was becoming completely obvious - but for once the TARDIS had the good grace not to say anything. She had gotten her way when Jack came aboard, and was still gloating in the Indian summer of that particular victory (when she wasn't rearranging hallways so they'd bump into each other constantly after showers, that was).
He wasn't sure how to go about this. It was difficult enough to admit that he admired Jack - never mind that he was attracted to Jack. Time Lords didn't do relationships - especially this one, the last Time Lord, nothing more than an accidental remnant of a long-dead race -
"Credit for your thoughts."
"Fine! I'm fine." The TARDIS took this opportunity to zap him for that, and hard; he yelped in a quite unseemly fashion and popped his abused fingers in his mouth before he could stop himself.
"That wasn't really what I asked." Jack replied, an amused tone to his voice. "And from the looks of things, you're lying. Let me see."
"I'm fine -"
"Let me see."
Silently, the Doctor held out his injured hand. Jack turned it over, bowed deeply, and kissed the back of it; then the wrist, the top of the fingers, and his lips trailed all the way down to the reddened tips. The Doctor felt blood rushing to his cheeks.
"You look good today." Jack murmured.
"I'm a mess." The Doctor demurred.
"You look good every day."
"I have hyperdrive oil on my face."
"I don't care." Jack whispered, one arm wrapped securely around the Doctor's waist, the other hand stroking gently through the thick locks of the Doctor's hair. Their lips were inches apart - then centimeters -
Then they weren't apart at all.
*
"Jack - ohhh - I have to - I - I have to -"
"You don't have to do anything. Just let me make you feel good ..."
"I - it's just - it's been - ohhhhh..."
"You like that?"
"Yessss, yesss - I just - I have to tell you that it's been - oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Oh, look at you.. More?"
"I don't know if I can - Jack - it's - been - oh - my - aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby, that's it ... come on, baby ... that's it ... just let go for me ..."
**pant pant**
**smug smug** "Were you wanting to say something?"
"It's just ... been a while, that's all."
"I figured."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Only a little."
**pause** "You're still -"
"Of course I am. I'm in bed with a gorgeous naked Time Lord. You don't have to do anything."
"Don't be stupid. You ... took care of me. It's only fair." ** shimmy **
"Well - I mean - if you - oh God, Doctor, your mouth ... "
"Mmmm?"
"Don't stop, damnit -"
"Mmmmmmm...."
**thrust**
**lick**
**groan**
**suck**
**rockthrustrockrockrockmoan**
**smug**
"I thought you said it had been a while?"
"Well, it's not like you forget ... things. Like that."
"You really are good at everything."
"Coming from you? That's quite the compliment." **rubrubrub** "Can we ... you know... go again?"
**grin** "Of course. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."