FIC - [Doctor Who] - Ten/Jack - "Distance Kept" (Part One)
[Series:] Doctor Who
[Pairing:] The Doctor (Ten)/Jack Harkness (this part)
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), post "Children of Earth" for Torchwood; around "The End of Time" for Doctor Who (but being AR this fic pretty much negates those events ;) )
[Title:] "Distance Kept" [Part One (of Three)]
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] Hard R/NC-17
[Word Count:] About 3,200
[Summary:] The Doctor has Jack as his Companion once more. Finally the Doctor learns exactly why Jack left Torchwood, and the two work on rebuilding their relationship. However, they get a call from someone most unexpected!
[Warnings:] Spoilers for Torchwood and Doctor Who, sex of the M/M and oral variety, Ten pretty much topping
Distance Kept
Part One
~*~
A shallow breath ghosted against the outer shell of his ear as the Doctor tugged aside his shirt collar and ran his tongue along his jaw. Captain Jack tried not to squirm, his arms pinned at his sides, with the Time Lord’s body holding the rest of him in place. They were pelvis-to-pelvis, groin-to-groin. Jack loved this amount of ferocity he had brought out of the Doctor. Even when they were going at it in such a manner, he could always sense the gears hard at work in the Doctor’s mind, ever turning, always calculating. The only thing that hurt was how cautious the Doctor was of him, and therefore always stayed on top of things to maintain control. It was hurtful how much the Doctor didn’t trust Jack with certain things. He could man the TARDIS and help save the universe, but the Doctor still didn’t trust him enough to let him undress him. Jack was unsure if he should take that as an insult or even further invitation.
Jack hissed as the Doctor hastily unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it open to reveal his sculpted abs. His cool hands traced patterns along the toned muscle as he took the other man’s earlobe between his teeth. It didn’t matter to Jack that his hands were free now, he knew better than to touch the Doctor without being asked. The Time Lord made it very evident that he would only give to Jack and not take. Jack didn’t understand why the Doctor so adamantly refused pleasure for himself. Was this how he was with women in the past as well, or were things really just that different with Jack?
“…Why?” It was almost a cough, nearly inaudible.
“Hm?” The Doctor’s eyes met his gaze and he quirked a brow.
The Captain raised his hands just enough to push the Doctor away. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“I’m just giving you what you want, Jack,” the Doctor said calmly, deliberately. “Why should I get anything in return?”
“Don’t you want it?” Jack looked incredulous. “Doing these things doesn’t faze you at all?”
“I want a very many things, Jack,” the Doctor replied. “It doesn’t mean I deserve them.”
“But I want you to enjoy it,” Jack tried to keep his tone level, so it wouldn’t sound pleading. “I feel selfish otherwise.”
“I’m the selfish one,” the Doctor told him, frowning. “I take advantage of your feelings. Not just yours in particular, but everyone’s. By doing this, I’m giving something back to you.”
“You should get something from this,” Jack insisted, brows furrowed. “You do so much for me, for the whole universe. Why won’t you allow yourself just a few moments?”
“Because I don’t deserve it,” the Doctor replied flatly, and before Jack could say any more to try to change his mind, he resumed pinning the man to the wall and silenced him with a fierce, passionate kiss.
Captain Jack fell back against the wall of the room, lifting his hips to meet the Doctor’s. He always wanted whatever the Doctor had to offer him. The Doctor was such an enigma, always around but never completely there all at the same time. There were so many mysteries surrounding him. He was a constant, everlasting puzzle, perhaps one that would never have a solution. Jack’s admiration for him knew no bounds. As a man who loved so many people, in the present, past, and future, there was nothing that quite compared to what he felt for the Time Lord. It was a shame the Doctor would never let him express it fully.
This time around they were in a tiny flat in Tokyo. It was the early nineteen-nineties, and they had just helped the Japanese government hush up a small alien invasion in the form of a few giant monsters rampaging through the city. They were celebrating with one last night in the city before they departed in the TARDIS the next morning. The room was small yet cozy, and with a few moments without any other immediate threats, the two of them got down to what they usual do in their free time. It was almost sad to admit how routine it became. Sometimes it really did feel as if the Doctor was taking advantage of the way Jack felt, given the fact that his last several female assistants almost lead to multiple disasters. He was just grateful most of them were not dead this time around. But there was safety with Jack; he was the man who couldn’t die, couldn’t leave him forever even if he wanted to. Deep, deep down, beyond where he was a Time Lord and therefore rejected the logic of such a being, the Doctor was happy for that fact. He couldn’t stand being completely alone.
The truth was, the Doctor was afraid of falling again. He almost lost Rose completely. It seemed he was doomed from the start, anyone he ever fell for he wound up losing. He already had been a father, and a grandfather. In fact, he even became a father again recently, and his poor daughter died long before her time. There was just no way he was going to let that happen to him again. Sure, Jack was seemingly immortal, but it would tie in all too well with his string of luck to fall for the man only for his everlasting well of life to dry up. If Jack were to die on him, there really would be no hope left. The Master was proof enough that anyone he was to care for enough wouldn’t survive. If a fellow Time Lord couldn’t bear to live with him then who could? It was better this way. Better to keep giving but never take. It helped him to keep his distance and prevent further attachment. He needed that.
“Get on the bed,” the Doctor instructed suddenly, releasing his grip on the other man.
“This is fast for you,” Jack commented with an amused smirk and a raised brow. “I’m not sure if I like it.”
“Jack,” the Doctor gave him a warning look.
“Fine, fine,” the Captain made a show of strutting over to the bed and flopping on it. “Can’t get a break with you, can I?”
Finally, the Doctor let himself crack a smile. “Well, if you don’t want it…” he teased, stepping over until he was standing right in front of the other man. “I’m not one to reward attitude.”
“Don’t think you can boss me around because you’ve got the bigger time machine,” Jack grinned up at him, leaning back on his elbows so his shirt fell open. “It’s all about experience, after all.”
“I’ve got at least nine hundred years’ worth,” the Doctor replied, with a rather cocky smirk. He toed off his shoes and climbed up on the bed beside Jack, his gaze not once leaving the other man’s eyes. “No matter what you throw at me, I’m pretty sure I’ll top it.”
“You and your age difference,” Jack rolled his eyes, still smiling, and took a small chance by leaning over to press a kiss against the underside of the other man’s jaw.
“Jack,” the Doctor’s voice was soft, and he made no move to stop him. He just sighed and ran his hand along the Captain’s side. “Can you tell me something?”
“Hm?” Jack pulled away and looked at him, arching a brow. “Sure. What is it?”
“Who was it?” the Time Lord queried curiously. “What made you lose so much faith that you left your team like that? I only ask because you were so eager to return to them before. Yet now it’s almost painfully obvious how much you don’t want to leave me again.”
Jack’s face fell, one hand fisted instinctively in the bedspread as a wave of painful emotions washed over him. He worried his lip, letting the memories flash through his mind, as they tended to do whenever the subject was brought up. After the moment of tension, he exhaled slowly and met the Doctor with a poignant look in his eyes. “My team,” he replied softly.
“I figured that much,” the Doctor told him gently, a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “But I take it they were more than just your average coworker.”
“It’s a bit of a running joke you know?” Jack laughed bitterly. “That those who work for Torchwood don’t live past their thirties. But it’s true. It happens all the time. Things happen and they all just die.”
“What did they do?” the Doctor asked, his tone serious and his brows furrowed. He wasn’t referring to Torchwood, but to the 456, one of the primary causes of Jack’s departure.
“They killed him,” Jack told him, willing himself to keep eye contact. “I got a little carried away, a bit cocky…”
“- You’re always a bit cocky,” the Doctor interjected affectionately, understandingly.
“I could have stopped it,” Jack’s fist clenched again. “It didn’t have to happen. He died in my arms…”
“It was Ianto, wasn’t it?” the Doctor murmured softly. “I could tell there was something. He looked like a good man. I’m sorry.”
“You had a family, right?” Jack shifted uncomfortably.
“Yeah,” the Time Lord nodded solemnly. “I did.”
“Did you have to kill them?”
A horrified look flashed across the Doctor’s features. “…You didn’t.”
“I had to,” this time, Jack had to look away.
“No,” the Doctor shook his head. “There had to have been another way. There is always another way…”
“There wasn’t!” Jack snapped.
“Jack,” the Doctor retorted, tightening his grip on the other man’s shoulder. He was torn at being angry with him for doing something so horrible despite the fact he knew deep down he most likely would have done the same, and pulling him in close, stricken with empathic grief.
Inhibitions gone, Jack leaned in and kissed the Doctor deeply, heatedly. He didn’t care about the control and power struggle. The Doctor reminded him of one more thing piled on top of the amount of pain he had to go through in his very long lifetime. Things that he had lately been working very hard to put behind him, ease away all the guilt. He would have to pay a little for that. Jack was never one to want to dwell on his past. The Doctor of all people should have known that.
“Jack,” the Doctor warned when he pulled away from the kiss. “What did I tell you before?”
“Right,” Jack smirked, trying not to roll his eyes immaturely. “No uninvited touching.”
“I think I might have to teach you again just who is running the show here,” the Doctor arched a brow and climbed on top of Jack.
~*~
Just like that, the conversation they just had was put behind them. Filed away like all the other data. In that subtle, quiet, and enigmatic way of his, Jack got the answers he wanted from the Time Lord. Now he could relax and take in everything else. No tears were shed, no blubbering, or moping. Silent yet heartfelt closure - the kind he needed. He was now back to being the Doctor’s companion.
The Doctor pulled out the screwdriver and used it to dim the lights. “Lay back.”
“Just don’t damage anything,” Jack smirked, doing as he was told.
“I don’t plan on it,” the Doctor slipped off his silk tie and used it to tie Jack’s wrists together, pinning them above his head.
“Hm, kinky,” Jack commented, amused, as the Doctor secured the knot.
“Enforcing the rule,” the Doctor flashed him a grin, one of the few times he expressed to Jack that he did enjoy doing these things with him. “Can’t risk any wandering hands now, can I?”
“But that takes away part of the fun,” the Captain replied, involuntarily jerking as the Doctor’s knee brushed up against his groin.
“You know the rules,” the Doctor hushed him with a kiss, this time surprising Jack with a slip of the tongue.
Jack groaned softly, kissing him back with as much vigor as he could muster. It was difficult with his hands tied up, but the feel of the Doctor’s groin pressed against his own quickly distracted him. That most certainly was an erection he felt. A shiver ran through him as the Doctor lifted one of his legs and let him hook it around his hips. Cool hands pushed his shirt as far open as it would go without tearing, and traced patterns up and down his torso. There was no questioning the Time Lord’s centuries of experience, especially when he craftily took the Captain’s bottom lip between his teeth for a gentle nibble. Hard enough so he could feel it but still light enough so as not to cause pain or break skin. Just enough control of it.
He was so busy lost in the kiss that he didn’t even notice the Doctor slip out of his jacket and waistcoat. It would be his lucky day if the Doctor were to actually strip all the way, however, and he was mildly disappointed that he made no move to remove his trousers. Instead the Doctor looked at him in such a way that could only be described as a combination of both distant and affectionate. As if he felt something for Jack but refused to let it show. Frustrated, Jack lifted his hips so their pelvises touched and got a thrill at the gasp he saw, more so than heard, escape the Doctor. The response he got nearly took his breath away. The Doctor murmured softly and then dove in to kiss him in such a way that made him feel like he was the only person in the Time Lord’s universe. That Rose and all the others never happened. In a way where it was him, and only him.
“Now, I don’t normally do this…” the Doctor said quietly when he pulled back and looked down at the man below him. “However…”
“Yeah?” Jack quirked a brow, panting softly. He was still reeling from the kiss he just got.
“I’ve noticed you got something that needs to be taken care of,” the Doctor replied, reaching down to squeeze his arousal. “And as your doctor I feel as if it is my duty to make sure the job gets done.”
“You’ve gotten me off several times,” Jack flashed him a grin. “I don’t see anything different about right now.”
“Ah, but I’ve only touched you before,” the Doctor told him, squeezing and fondling a little rougher. “But I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this…”
To make his point the Doctor leaned in to run his tongue slowly, deliberately, from Jack’s collarbone up alone his neck to just behind his ear. Jack gasped and shivered, arching his back. He got the message, very clearly. “Ah. Yeah, I don’t suppose you have.”
“I won’t do it unless you ask,” the Doctor told him with a smile, already popping open the fly.
“Fine…” Jack smirked, lifting his hips. “Mm…Doctor, go down on me?”
“It would be my pleasure,” the Doctor replied, tugging off the other man’s trousers.
Jack groaned softly as the Doctor slowly eased his erection into his mouth. There was no questioning it now, the Time Lord had definitely been with another man before. Otherwise how else could he have known just where to place his tongue and teeth? There was no fumbling either; his hand gripped the base to guide it as he took it completely in his mouth. The Captain groaned as he felt the heat engulf him. It surprised him that the Doctor knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure as well. Almost as if he could read his mind and predict what he liked. Then again, he had been giving him handjobs for a while, so that could have helped him figure it out. Once Jack stopped jerking his hips, the Doctor began sucking and moving his mouth up and down along his shaft. His tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside and he grazed just enough with his teeth so he could feel it without it being painful. Jack was so aroused at this point he felt as if he might explode from pure want.
He murmured with mild disappointment when he suddenly felt the cool air hit his erection. But then he heard a wet noise and felt the Doctor slide a slick finger into his entrance. Not forcefully, just as much as he was allowed. Jack gasped and writhed for a moment, then moaned his pleasure as the Doctor resumed sucking on him once more while simultaneously massaging his entrance. The Time Lord was definitely good at this. The Doctor hummed around Jack’s erection in his mouth as he loosened enough to allow him to press against his prostate. Now with the Doctor sucking him off heatedly while touching one of the more sensitive spots within him, Jack was well more than pushed over the edge. No man with his libido could withstand that for very long.
“Doctor…” Jack gasped as he felt himself come, arching his back, bound hands grasping at the air.
Without a second thought the Doctor swallowed and waited for him to soften before letting go. He licked his lips and stretched his jaw as he sat up and wiped his hand on the bedspread. Smirking at the rather spent Captain laying there post-coitus below him, he crawled up beside the man and quickly unbound his wrists. Jack sighed upon having his hands freed and stretched the ligaments before rolling over and propping himself upright beside the Doctor. He rolled his shoulders back, popping the joints until he felt more comfortable. The Doctor merely groaned in amusement and shook his head at the other man’s dramatics.
After a moment of laying there in silence, the Doctor leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jack’s forehead.
“Hm?” Jack murmured, looking up at the other man.
“You’re brilliant,” the Doctor whispered, kissing his forehead again and nuzzled his hair thoughtfully. Jack smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.
~*~
Minutes later, the two were interrupted from their moment of relaxation by the sound of the phone ringing. This was odd. They were in a hotel room for one, and not the TARDIS. And two, no one knew where they were. If it were someone they had known, they would have rang one of their mobiles. However, the phone kept ringing. The Doctor and Jack looked at each other, then at the phone. Jack shrugged.
Whoever it was, they were quite insistent. The Doctor finally leaned over and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, Doctor,” came a very cheerful sinister voice. A voice he knew all too well, much to his sudden horror. “Enjoying your little holiday?”
“I was until you rang,” the Doctor replied coolly, a now confused Jack looking at him. “Master.”
Part Two
[Pairing:] The Doctor (Ten)/Jack Harkness (this part)
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), post "Children of Earth" for Torchwood; around "The End of Time" for Doctor Who (but being AR this fic pretty much negates those events ;) )
[Title:] "Distance Kept" [Part One (of Three)]
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] Hard R/NC-17
[Word Count:] About 3,200
[Summary:] The Doctor has Jack as his Companion once more. Finally the Doctor learns exactly why Jack left Torchwood, and the two work on rebuilding their relationship. However, they get a call from someone most unexpected!
[Warnings:] Spoilers for Torchwood and Doctor Who, sex of the M/M and oral variety, Ten pretty much topping
Distance Kept
Part One
~*~
A shallow breath ghosted against the outer shell of his ear as the Doctor tugged aside his shirt collar and ran his tongue along his jaw. Captain Jack tried not to squirm, his arms pinned at his sides, with the Time Lord’s body holding the rest of him in place. They were pelvis-to-pelvis, groin-to-groin. Jack loved this amount of ferocity he had brought out of the Doctor. Even when they were going at it in such a manner, he could always sense the gears hard at work in the Doctor’s mind, ever turning, always calculating. The only thing that hurt was how cautious the Doctor was of him, and therefore always stayed on top of things to maintain control. It was hurtful how much the Doctor didn’t trust Jack with certain things. He could man the TARDIS and help save the universe, but the Doctor still didn’t trust him enough to let him undress him. Jack was unsure if he should take that as an insult or even further invitation.
Jack hissed as the Doctor hastily unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it open to reveal his sculpted abs. His cool hands traced patterns along the toned muscle as he took the other man’s earlobe between his teeth. It didn’t matter to Jack that his hands were free now, he knew better than to touch the Doctor without being asked. The Time Lord made it very evident that he would only give to Jack and not take. Jack didn’t understand why the Doctor so adamantly refused pleasure for himself. Was this how he was with women in the past as well, or were things really just that different with Jack?
“…Why?” It was almost a cough, nearly inaudible.
“Hm?” The Doctor’s eyes met his gaze and he quirked a brow.
The Captain raised his hands just enough to push the Doctor away. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“I’m just giving you what you want, Jack,” the Doctor said calmly, deliberately. “Why should I get anything in return?”
“Don’t you want it?” Jack looked incredulous. “Doing these things doesn’t faze you at all?”
“I want a very many things, Jack,” the Doctor replied. “It doesn’t mean I deserve them.”
“But I want you to enjoy it,” Jack tried to keep his tone level, so it wouldn’t sound pleading. “I feel selfish otherwise.”
“I’m the selfish one,” the Doctor told him, frowning. “I take advantage of your feelings. Not just yours in particular, but everyone’s. By doing this, I’m giving something back to you.”
“You should get something from this,” Jack insisted, brows furrowed. “You do so much for me, for the whole universe. Why won’t you allow yourself just a few moments?”
“Because I don’t deserve it,” the Doctor replied flatly, and before Jack could say any more to try to change his mind, he resumed pinning the man to the wall and silenced him with a fierce, passionate kiss.
Captain Jack fell back against the wall of the room, lifting his hips to meet the Doctor’s. He always wanted whatever the Doctor had to offer him. The Doctor was such an enigma, always around but never completely there all at the same time. There were so many mysteries surrounding him. He was a constant, everlasting puzzle, perhaps one that would never have a solution. Jack’s admiration for him knew no bounds. As a man who loved so many people, in the present, past, and future, there was nothing that quite compared to what he felt for the Time Lord. It was a shame the Doctor would never let him express it fully.
This time around they were in a tiny flat in Tokyo. It was the early nineteen-nineties, and they had just helped the Japanese government hush up a small alien invasion in the form of a few giant monsters rampaging through the city. They were celebrating with one last night in the city before they departed in the TARDIS the next morning. The room was small yet cozy, and with a few moments without any other immediate threats, the two of them got down to what they usual do in their free time. It was almost sad to admit how routine it became. Sometimes it really did feel as if the Doctor was taking advantage of the way Jack felt, given the fact that his last several female assistants almost lead to multiple disasters. He was just grateful most of them were not dead this time around. But there was safety with Jack; he was the man who couldn’t die, couldn’t leave him forever even if he wanted to. Deep, deep down, beyond where he was a Time Lord and therefore rejected the logic of such a being, the Doctor was happy for that fact. He couldn’t stand being completely alone.
The truth was, the Doctor was afraid of falling again. He almost lost Rose completely. It seemed he was doomed from the start, anyone he ever fell for he wound up losing. He already had been a father, and a grandfather. In fact, he even became a father again recently, and his poor daughter died long before her time. There was just no way he was going to let that happen to him again. Sure, Jack was seemingly immortal, but it would tie in all too well with his string of luck to fall for the man only for his everlasting well of life to dry up. If Jack were to die on him, there really would be no hope left. The Master was proof enough that anyone he was to care for enough wouldn’t survive. If a fellow Time Lord couldn’t bear to live with him then who could? It was better this way. Better to keep giving but never take. It helped him to keep his distance and prevent further attachment. He needed that.
“Get on the bed,” the Doctor instructed suddenly, releasing his grip on the other man.
“This is fast for you,” Jack commented with an amused smirk and a raised brow. “I’m not sure if I like it.”
“Jack,” the Doctor gave him a warning look.
“Fine, fine,” the Captain made a show of strutting over to the bed and flopping on it. “Can’t get a break with you, can I?”
Finally, the Doctor let himself crack a smile. “Well, if you don’t want it…” he teased, stepping over until he was standing right in front of the other man. “I’m not one to reward attitude.”
“Don’t think you can boss me around because you’ve got the bigger time machine,” Jack grinned up at him, leaning back on his elbows so his shirt fell open. “It’s all about experience, after all.”
“I’ve got at least nine hundred years’ worth,” the Doctor replied, with a rather cocky smirk. He toed off his shoes and climbed up on the bed beside Jack, his gaze not once leaving the other man’s eyes. “No matter what you throw at me, I’m pretty sure I’ll top it.”
“You and your age difference,” Jack rolled his eyes, still smiling, and took a small chance by leaning over to press a kiss against the underside of the other man’s jaw.
“Jack,” the Doctor’s voice was soft, and he made no move to stop him. He just sighed and ran his hand along the Captain’s side. “Can you tell me something?”
“Hm?” Jack pulled away and looked at him, arching a brow. “Sure. What is it?”
“Who was it?” the Time Lord queried curiously. “What made you lose so much faith that you left your team like that? I only ask because you were so eager to return to them before. Yet now it’s almost painfully obvious how much you don’t want to leave me again.”
Jack’s face fell, one hand fisted instinctively in the bedspread as a wave of painful emotions washed over him. He worried his lip, letting the memories flash through his mind, as they tended to do whenever the subject was brought up. After the moment of tension, he exhaled slowly and met the Doctor with a poignant look in his eyes. “My team,” he replied softly.
“I figured that much,” the Doctor told him gently, a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “But I take it they were more than just your average coworker.”
“It’s a bit of a running joke you know?” Jack laughed bitterly. “That those who work for Torchwood don’t live past their thirties. But it’s true. It happens all the time. Things happen and they all just die.”
“What did they do?” the Doctor asked, his tone serious and his brows furrowed. He wasn’t referring to Torchwood, but to the 456, one of the primary causes of Jack’s departure.
“They killed him,” Jack told him, willing himself to keep eye contact. “I got a little carried away, a bit cocky…”
“- You’re always a bit cocky,” the Doctor interjected affectionately, understandingly.
“I could have stopped it,” Jack’s fist clenched again. “It didn’t have to happen. He died in my arms…”
“It was Ianto, wasn’t it?” the Doctor murmured softly. “I could tell there was something. He looked like a good man. I’m sorry.”
“You had a family, right?” Jack shifted uncomfortably.
“Yeah,” the Time Lord nodded solemnly. “I did.”
“Did you have to kill them?”
A horrified look flashed across the Doctor’s features. “…You didn’t.”
“I had to,” this time, Jack had to look away.
“No,” the Doctor shook his head. “There had to have been another way. There is always another way…”
“There wasn’t!” Jack snapped.
“Jack,” the Doctor retorted, tightening his grip on the other man’s shoulder. He was torn at being angry with him for doing something so horrible despite the fact he knew deep down he most likely would have done the same, and pulling him in close, stricken with empathic grief.
Inhibitions gone, Jack leaned in and kissed the Doctor deeply, heatedly. He didn’t care about the control and power struggle. The Doctor reminded him of one more thing piled on top of the amount of pain he had to go through in his very long lifetime. Things that he had lately been working very hard to put behind him, ease away all the guilt. He would have to pay a little for that. Jack was never one to want to dwell on his past. The Doctor of all people should have known that.
“Jack,” the Doctor warned when he pulled away from the kiss. “What did I tell you before?”
“Right,” Jack smirked, trying not to roll his eyes immaturely. “No uninvited touching.”
“I think I might have to teach you again just who is running the show here,” the Doctor arched a brow and climbed on top of Jack.
~*~
Just like that, the conversation they just had was put behind them. Filed away like all the other data. In that subtle, quiet, and enigmatic way of his, Jack got the answers he wanted from the Time Lord. Now he could relax and take in everything else. No tears were shed, no blubbering, or moping. Silent yet heartfelt closure - the kind he needed. He was now back to being the Doctor’s companion.
The Doctor pulled out the screwdriver and used it to dim the lights. “Lay back.”
“Just don’t damage anything,” Jack smirked, doing as he was told.
“I don’t plan on it,” the Doctor slipped off his silk tie and used it to tie Jack’s wrists together, pinning them above his head.
“Hm, kinky,” Jack commented, amused, as the Doctor secured the knot.
“Enforcing the rule,” the Doctor flashed him a grin, one of the few times he expressed to Jack that he did enjoy doing these things with him. “Can’t risk any wandering hands now, can I?”
“But that takes away part of the fun,” the Captain replied, involuntarily jerking as the Doctor’s knee brushed up against his groin.
“You know the rules,” the Doctor hushed him with a kiss, this time surprising Jack with a slip of the tongue.
Jack groaned softly, kissing him back with as much vigor as he could muster. It was difficult with his hands tied up, but the feel of the Doctor’s groin pressed against his own quickly distracted him. That most certainly was an erection he felt. A shiver ran through him as the Doctor lifted one of his legs and let him hook it around his hips. Cool hands pushed his shirt as far open as it would go without tearing, and traced patterns up and down his torso. There was no questioning the Time Lord’s centuries of experience, especially when he craftily took the Captain’s bottom lip between his teeth for a gentle nibble. Hard enough so he could feel it but still light enough so as not to cause pain or break skin. Just enough control of it.
He was so busy lost in the kiss that he didn’t even notice the Doctor slip out of his jacket and waistcoat. It would be his lucky day if the Doctor were to actually strip all the way, however, and he was mildly disappointed that he made no move to remove his trousers. Instead the Doctor looked at him in such a way that could only be described as a combination of both distant and affectionate. As if he felt something for Jack but refused to let it show. Frustrated, Jack lifted his hips so their pelvises touched and got a thrill at the gasp he saw, more so than heard, escape the Doctor. The response he got nearly took his breath away. The Doctor murmured softly and then dove in to kiss him in such a way that made him feel like he was the only person in the Time Lord’s universe. That Rose and all the others never happened. In a way where it was him, and only him.
“Now, I don’t normally do this…” the Doctor said quietly when he pulled back and looked down at the man below him. “However…”
“Yeah?” Jack quirked a brow, panting softly. He was still reeling from the kiss he just got.
“I’ve noticed you got something that needs to be taken care of,” the Doctor replied, reaching down to squeeze his arousal. “And as your doctor I feel as if it is my duty to make sure the job gets done.”
“You’ve gotten me off several times,” Jack flashed him a grin. “I don’t see anything different about right now.”
“Ah, but I’ve only touched you before,” the Doctor told him, squeezing and fondling a little rougher. “But I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this…”
To make his point the Doctor leaned in to run his tongue slowly, deliberately, from Jack’s collarbone up alone his neck to just behind his ear. Jack gasped and shivered, arching his back. He got the message, very clearly. “Ah. Yeah, I don’t suppose you have.”
“I won’t do it unless you ask,” the Doctor told him with a smile, already popping open the fly.
“Fine…” Jack smirked, lifting his hips. “Mm…Doctor, go down on me?”
“It would be my pleasure,” the Doctor replied, tugging off the other man’s trousers.
Jack groaned softly as the Doctor slowly eased his erection into his mouth. There was no questioning it now, the Time Lord had definitely been with another man before. Otherwise how else could he have known just where to place his tongue and teeth? There was no fumbling either; his hand gripped the base to guide it as he took it completely in his mouth. The Captain groaned as he felt the heat engulf him. It surprised him that the Doctor knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure as well. Almost as if he could read his mind and predict what he liked. Then again, he had been giving him handjobs for a while, so that could have helped him figure it out. Once Jack stopped jerking his hips, the Doctor began sucking and moving his mouth up and down along his shaft. His tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside and he grazed just enough with his teeth so he could feel it without it being painful. Jack was so aroused at this point he felt as if he might explode from pure want.
He murmured with mild disappointment when he suddenly felt the cool air hit his erection. But then he heard a wet noise and felt the Doctor slide a slick finger into his entrance. Not forcefully, just as much as he was allowed. Jack gasped and writhed for a moment, then moaned his pleasure as the Doctor resumed sucking on him once more while simultaneously massaging his entrance. The Time Lord was definitely good at this. The Doctor hummed around Jack’s erection in his mouth as he loosened enough to allow him to press against his prostate. Now with the Doctor sucking him off heatedly while touching one of the more sensitive spots within him, Jack was well more than pushed over the edge. No man with his libido could withstand that for very long.
“Doctor…” Jack gasped as he felt himself come, arching his back, bound hands grasping at the air.
Without a second thought the Doctor swallowed and waited for him to soften before letting go. He licked his lips and stretched his jaw as he sat up and wiped his hand on the bedspread. Smirking at the rather spent Captain laying there post-coitus below him, he crawled up beside the man and quickly unbound his wrists. Jack sighed upon having his hands freed and stretched the ligaments before rolling over and propping himself upright beside the Doctor. He rolled his shoulders back, popping the joints until he felt more comfortable. The Doctor merely groaned in amusement and shook his head at the other man’s dramatics.
After a moment of laying there in silence, the Doctor leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jack’s forehead.
“Hm?” Jack murmured, looking up at the other man.
“You’re brilliant,” the Doctor whispered, kissing his forehead again and nuzzled his hair thoughtfully. Jack smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.
~*~
Minutes later, the two were interrupted from their moment of relaxation by the sound of the phone ringing. This was odd. They were in a hotel room for one, and not the TARDIS. And two, no one knew where they were. If it were someone they had known, they would have rang one of their mobiles. However, the phone kept ringing. The Doctor and Jack looked at each other, then at the phone. Jack shrugged.
Whoever it was, they were quite insistent. The Doctor finally leaned over and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, Doctor,” came a very cheerful sinister voice. A voice he knew all too well, much to his sudden horror. “Enjoying your little holiday?”
“I was until you rang,” the Doctor replied coolly, a now confused Jack looking at him. “Master.”
Part Two