GIFT FOR FORTISGREEN: Giggles and Breakfast (Ten/Jack) [Teen]
Title: Giggles and Breakfast
Author: eloriekam
Recipient: fortisgreen
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: N/A
Summary: The Doctor gets loopy. Jack spoils him.
Author’s Notes: Thanks very much to magic_7_words for agreeing to beta on short notice.
**
The Doctor giggled.
Jack shook his head and smirked. "The last Time Lord and his girly giggle," he commented wryly, looking at the Doctor.
"I don't giggle," came the denial. Then he did it again.
"That was a giggle."
"Nope." Giggle.
Jack sighed and linked his hands, resting his chin on them, and surveyed the Time Lord. A very beautiful Time Lord he was looking forward to taking to bed again, who was, to be honest about the whole thing, just a little bit not in complete possession of his remarkable faculties. It was amusing to hear his high-pitched giggle, which Jack had had no idea about, and seeing him relaxed and goofy gave Jack a warm feeling, but he was starting to worry that the Doctor was a little too relaxed. "I think," he said, "that maybe you shouldn't have eaten that--what was it?"
"The green-skinned thing with the pink fruit inside? Or the other thing, ooh, things are always reliable in their utter vagueness, the thing with the Wipx feet in the cream, or the stuff, ah, I like a bit of stuff, with the big orange nuts and the blue leaves, or the-"
"The last one," Jack interrupted. "You also just went a whole two sentences without giggling. I'm impressed."
"Oi, I don't, oooh..." the Doctor trailed off, and giggled again.
"There goes that streak." He smiled faintly and lifted one eyebrow a little, wondering if the Doctor would get that particular human innuendo.
"Oh, a streak! Jack! Streaking! Oh, yes! Yes, allons-y!" The Doctor got up, pointed to the door, giggled yet again, tried to take a step forward, and stumbled into the leg of the chair he had been sitting in before sitting down again. "It moved. And it wouldn't let me step away. Jack, what have I told you about sentient furniture? Especially voyeuristic, accessorized with ankle cuffs mischievous sentient furniture!?"
The Captain briefly rubbed his face with his hands. The chocolate and everything else would keep, of course, but he had plans for his half of their date. "Doctor," he started, then sighed. "Oh, let's just... okay. Doctor."
"Yep, that's me," the Doctor interjected.
"First of all, you took a step into the chair leg, so of course you wouldn't go anywhere, but thanks for the idea about ankle cuffs for another time. I might even try to get the TARDIS in on the whole sentient and mischievous bit." Jack tried to keep a straight face as the Doctor opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "Second, let's get you into bed, and then I'll have the TARDIS do some analyses to see what was in that stuff."
"Oooh, stuff. And what a lovely offer to extend again, Jack, but about that drink...."
"We've had it," Jack retorted, but without anger. "Several times, in fact. And while you're still extremely sexy even when you're giggling like an eight-year-old girl, you don't make any sense at all at the best of times, so right now you sound completely around the bend. I want you to get some sleep now, okay?"
"Oh." He let his lower lip pooch out and looked at Jack with those enormous eyes of his.
Jack stood and strode to stand in front of the Doctor, who licked his lips, giggled, and settled one hand on Jack's left hip. "Come on," the Captain prompted. He moved the Doctor to sit on the edge of the chair, and tried to ignore those otherwise very appealing slim fingers sliding across the front of his hip, then slowly down. He treasured his volatile, broken, and brilliant lover far too much to risk him feeling uncomfortable later in any way, for any reason, and he had no idea how much of this was the Doctor relaxing after a pleasant evening and how much of it was those leaves.
"Oh, but I-" The Doctor let his upper body fall forward, nuzzling his head into Jack's chest as his other hand moved to knead lightly at the back of the Captain's neck.
"Come on." Jack lifted, resting one hand under the Doctor, feeling the legs automatically curl around him and aware of where the Time Lord pressed firmly and was grinding a little against his abdomen, and braced the Time Lord with one hand on his upper back. It was a bit of a role reversal, and incredibly sexy, but now he knew the Doctor's brain was well and truly out to lunch--his lover never failed to half-heartedly squeak about protecting his beautiful pinstripe trousers when Jack ground himself against the Doctor. "Let's go."
"Allons-y!"
Half a dozen steps later, the Doctor tried to reach for some piping above his head--far, far above his head. With a loud grunt, Jack rescued him from a sharp knock on the floor, but not before dipping them both quite low. The Doctor slipped out of his grasp and frowned upward accusingly.
"It wasn't that far when I started to reach for it."
"Doctor..." Jack slipped one arm under the Doctor's legs and another around his shoulders and carried him through a doorway and winding corridors. The Time Lord tucked his face against Jack's shoulder and resumed kneading his lover's neck, giggling occasionally.
"Mmm, nice..." He sighed and giggled again.
"Here." The Captain carried him over the threshold to their bedroom, giving the Doctor a light and affectionate squeeze as he did so, and set him down on the bed before hunting for a blanket. He draped the blanket over the Doctor, turned off the light, and headed for the door.
The Time Lord chortled, but it was cut short by a deep sigh. Jack looked back over his shoulder and smiled faintly at the lanky form, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
"Well, that was new," he remarked, and closed the door quietly behind him before he could spend too much time pondering whether the Time Lord would later start giggling in his sleep.
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"Go back to bed," Jack ordered the next morning, not turning around from the stove.
"I'm fine," the Doctor objected with a definitely audible pout. "What are you--"
"Bed, now!" Jack grabbed the closest slightly pointy utensil, thrusting out it out behind him and waving it around in the general direction of the door.
"It smells good."
"I can guarantee you, Doctor, it will smell just as good when it's done cooking." Still focused on the food, he wiggled his hips a little bit. "Breakfast in bed, Doc. You can't say no to that."
"Oooh, really? Breakfast?" The Time Lord gave a little giggle.
"Breakfast... and you're still giggling from those leaves, so now go back to bed!"
"What are you--" the Doctor started in protest, trying to see around his lover's frame.
"Shoo!" Jack commanded, grabbing a towel as well and flapping it around behind him. "It's a surprise. If you promise to be good, I have a few more surprises!"
"Oh. I'll just, um, heading back to bed. Brilliant idea, Jack!" The Captain heard him near enough bounce and skip out of the kitchen, and smiled, hands again busy working the food.
Twenty minutes later, he leaned over the last pan and sniffed deeply before smiling in satisfaction and transferring the contents over to a nearly-full tray. There were some boiled eggs from Ranul Revlis, the creamy yolks fluffed up and resettled into the light blue albumen, and next to them sat several slices of fruit cake and banana bread. He nudged the jar of marmalade over, just a fraction, and admired the fruit preserves from Eulb V, sitting next to the bowl of chocolate cream from Yhcaeb IV. He ran a thumb over the strawberries and cherries, sitting next to the waffles, and reached for a knife to cut them, then left it on the tray. Looking over the repast, Jack twirled a cherry stem in his fingers and smiled.
Moving to the door, the Captain poked his head out into the hallway and looked around carefully in both directions. Finding the hallway empty, he stepped back into the kitchen and stripped down to his t-shirt and briefs, then poked through the aprons before smirking and pulling one out. He smoothed it down, then picked up the heavily laden tray and made his way to the bedroom.
When he entered, the Time Lord was properly on the bed, a little sprawled out under the bedclothes, which were pulled neatly up to his chin. At the sound of Jack closing the door behind him, he looked over, blinked slowly, and smiled warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. The Captain smiled back automatically, and came up beside the bed.
"You did go back to bed," he noted.
"Well, you said if I was good...?" the Doctor hinted, pouting a little bit.
"You were very good at going back to bed," Jack assured him. "But I can't feed you like this." He transferred the tray so it was braced against one hand and shoulder. "Sit up, Doc, and eat up." He pulled the bedclothes back, exposing the Doctor, who, he was amused to note, had simply gone back to bed wearing his pinstripe trousers and dress shirt.
"Oi, give us a little warning, Jack!"
"I did, and you've got clothes on, what are you worried about?" the Captain retorted with a wink.
"Speaking of clothes, Jack, what are you wearing?"
Jack looked down at himself. "T-shirt and briefs. Oh, you mean the apron? I found it in the kitchen."
"It's got.. it's got..."
"Yep," Jack smirked.
"If they actually looked like that, then that's a whole lifetime, no lifetimes, of being enemies we could have avoided."
"Yep."
"Bananas instead of their weapon arms, and banana daiquiris on their heads, and candles for eyestalks, and oooh, are those edible ball bearings covering their lower casings?" The Doctor's voice scaled up to a girlish squeak, and then he spluttered on choked-down laughter.
"Yep," Jack said for the third time, setting the tray down on the bed. "Also, did you just--"
"Banana bread!" the Doctor exclaimed, interrupting him. "Brilliant!" He reached for it, and Jack extended the marmalade jar and the bowl of chocolate cream. "Ohhh! Captain Jack Harkness, you are an absolute genius!" His voice rose half an octave on the last two words. He scooped up some chocolate with his fingers, stuck it into his mouth, and then took an enormous bite of the banana bread before licking his fingers, pretending not to look at Jack the whole time.
The Captain chuckled and reached for a slice of the banana bread himself. A long hand slapped his away, and he reached for the marmalade and smeared it across the bread as the Doctor took another bite.
They nibbled at the fruit cake and licked the creamy egg yolks before slowly drawing the rest of the egg into their mouths, smirking at each other the whole time, and then tackling the bread, marmalade, and chocolate again. Once, the Doctor reached for the platter of waffles, but Jack snared his hand and spread marmalade over the knuckles, then watched the Doctor licked it off.
"What about now?" the Doctor asked eventually, giving his Captain a somewhat desperate look. He could still clearly detect the scent of bananas wafting upward. The waffles and fruit were the only things left that were even slightly intact, so he let his sticky fingers walk toward the tray.
"It's a bit early for dessert, don't you think?" Jack teased.
"Dessert last, you humans, never understood that about your species, saving the best thing until you're full," the Doctor complained. "'Oh, what a lovely cake,'", he mocked, turning up his nose as he fanned himself with one hand and adopting a posh accent, "'but I'm so sorry, I'll simply explode if I eat another bite!'"
"Well," Jack smirked, "that also means we're saving the best for last." He leaned forward and placed one of the cherries inside the Doctor's slightly open mouth, then tugged lightly on the stem until it gave way, leaving the fruit inside the Doctor's mouth. The Time Lord closed his eyes and chewed slowly.
"Spit," the Captain directed, holding out his hand.
The Doctor opened his eyes. "Don't you usually want me to swallow?" He smiled slightly, but his eyes spoke of so much more. "Besides, it's a cherry pit, it's not going to bother a Time Lord digestive system."
"You can still swallow," Jack answered, deepening his voice and leaning forward.
"Oooh, quite right, Captain." He worked his mouth a little, then leaned forward himself, and Jack brought his hand a little closer. The Doctor stuck out his tongue and bent over the Captain's hand, lightly licking a long streak along the palm with the tip before wiggling his tongue and letting the cherry pit drop off. Jack shivered, and not only because it tickled.
"Well," the Doctor started after he had swallowed the cherry. "Well. I suppose I see your point about dessert, Captain." His hands dove for the waffles and fruit preserves and fresh fruit. Jack shooed him away from the strawberries, instead slicing them onto the waffles and holding out his hands to the Doctor each time, feeling and watching that flexible tongue find every drop of juice left behind from each strawberry. Gently, he intercepted the fork each time it headed for the Doctor's mouth, moving the utensil to his own hand and laying the banana waffle, fruit, and chocolate mixture on the Doctor's tongue. The Doctor usually took hold of the fork after this, spearing another sugary concoction and delivering it to Jack's mouth, watching his eyes twinkle and gleam with thoughts unspoken. The toppings rarely made it entirely intact, but they just giggled and added more.
"You are amazing," the Doctor told him when the tray held only a few crumbs and sticky spots, leaning back and grinning goofily.
"You're welcome," the Captain replied, grinning just as hard. Then he looked down at both of them and the bed. "We might have made a bit of a mess."
"Is my sonic screwdriver over there?"
"Why?"
"Sonic it off."
"Oh, that's no fun." Jack stood and put the tray on the floor, then flung off the bedclothes that were still clean. "Come on, Doc, off with it."
"We've talked about the Doc thing," the Doctor grumbled, folding his arms.
"All right, all right. I'm sorry, Doctor," the Captain answered with a bow. "Off with it, please." He tugged at the food-stained sheets, and the Doctor rolled over and sat on the edge, unbuttoning his trousers.
"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"
"My plan? I had a plan?" Jack asked, wide eyed.
"To get me naked!"
"You're not actually objecting, are you?" the Captain teased. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Several times, as a matter of fact. And," he grinned, then whipped off the apron and dropped it on the floor before divesting himself of t-shirt and briefs. "Equal opportunity nakedness."
"Well, in that case." The Time Lord smirked, unbuttoning his shirt more quickly. He flung it off, then slipped out of his trousers and gave Jack a mischievous look.
"My kind of underwear," the Captain grinned.
"I'm not-"
"Like I said," he answered, and leaned forward to give the Doctor a kiss. "I need to put all this in the wash. Be right back."
"I can-"
The Captain wagged a playful finger. "You giggled a few minutes ago. Are those leaves out of your system yet?"
"Oi, I-"
"And it's my pleasure to take care of you, anyway," he said, again not letting the Doctor finish. He bundled everything up and walked out, pausing at the door to see the Doctor's eyes following him, mouth slightly open as he admired the movement of the Captain's hips. Jack grinned, and exited, trailing fabric behind him. The Doctor leaned down, and swiped one finger through a spot of marmalade on the tray, then put his finger in his mouth and sighed happily.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, swiping up bits of preserves and chocolate and marmalade and savoring them, when Jack came back in a few minutes later.
"That's everything clean, except for us!"
"Except for this," the Doctor said, waving at the tray.
"Ahh, I'll do that later. Never put chores before pleasure."
"Jack."
The Captain laughed. "So, it's all clean, or about to be clean... I'm not so sure about those machines. We're still a little bit messy, though."
"Mmm," the Doctor pondered. "Well. Do you suppose we should do something about that?"
"I don't mind being dirty," came the answer, accompanied by a smirk, a wink, and a waggle.
"Jaaaack.... it'll get sticky. It is sticky."
"I don't mind being sticky, either." The smirk widened, became a full grin, dimples showing. Oh, there had been a few highly memorable and very sticky nights.
"Ah, well, surely we can find a solution to this situation," the Doctor offered with a slight frown.
"Very easy," Jack said, pulling him to his feet and leading him a short distance down the hall. The bath was already mostly run, so he turned the taps down a little bit, then sat his Doctor on the edge of the tub. "Does this solution meet with your approval?"
"Oh yes!" the Doctor said, and swung his legs over the side. Jack chuckled and ran his fingers through the water.
"Ooh, nice temperature, and I think that's enough." He turned the taps off, then guided the Doctor down into the water. The Time Lord leaned up and kissed him gently.
"Mmm. Jack, this is wonderful. Thank you." He closed his eyes, then opened them a little, looking at the Captain through heavy lids. "Join me?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," Jack assured him. He made sure the soap was in easy reach, then stepped over the side and settled in, facing the Doctor, seeing the other's eyes on him as he moved. Long fingers stole forward under the water and curved around Jack's ribcage, slowly caressing and thumbing off a bit of food.
"Oh, really?" The Captain moved closer, and trailed one hand down the Doctor's chest, and down.
"Let's not get clean too fast?" The Time Lord requested, a mix of mischief and pleading in his voice.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," came the agreement, and they both leaned forward for another kiss.
Author: eloriekam
Recipient: fortisgreen
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: N/A
Summary: The Doctor gets loopy. Jack spoils him.
Author’s Notes: Thanks very much to magic_7_words for agreeing to beta on short notice.
**
The Doctor giggled.
Jack shook his head and smirked. "The last Time Lord and his girly giggle," he commented wryly, looking at the Doctor.
"I don't giggle," came the denial. Then he did it again.
"That was a giggle."
"Nope." Giggle.
Jack sighed and linked his hands, resting his chin on them, and surveyed the Time Lord. A very beautiful Time Lord he was looking forward to taking to bed again, who was, to be honest about the whole thing, just a little bit not in complete possession of his remarkable faculties. It was amusing to hear his high-pitched giggle, which Jack had had no idea about, and seeing him relaxed and goofy gave Jack a warm feeling, but he was starting to worry that the Doctor was a little too relaxed. "I think," he said, "that maybe you shouldn't have eaten that--what was it?"
"The green-skinned thing with the pink fruit inside? Or the other thing, ooh, things are always reliable in their utter vagueness, the thing with the Wipx feet in the cream, or the stuff, ah, I like a bit of stuff, with the big orange nuts and the blue leaves, or the-"
"The last one," Jack interrupted. "You also just went a whole two sentences without giggling. I'm impressed."
"Oi, I don't, oooh..." the Doctor trailed off, and giggled again.
"There goes that streak." He smiled faintly and lifted one eyebrow a little, wondering if the Doctor would get that particular human innuendo.
"Oh, a streak! Jack! Streaking! Oh, yes! Yes, allons-y!" The Doctor got up, pointed to the door, giggled yet again, tried to take a step forward, and stumbled into the leg of the chair he had been sitting in before sitting down again. "It moved. And it wouldn't let me step away. Jack, what have I told you about sentient furniture? Especially voyeuristic, accessorized with ankle cuffs mischievous sentient furniture!?"
The Captain briefly rubbed his face with his hands. The chocolate and everything else would keep, of course, but he had plans for his half of their date. "Doctor," he started, then sighed. "Oh, let's just... okay. Doctor."
"Yep, that's me," the Doctor interjected.
"First of all, you took a step into the chair leg, so of course you wouldn't go anywhere, but thanks for the idea about ankle cuffs for another time. I might even try to get the TARDIS in on the whole sentient and mischievous bit." Jack tried to keep a straight face as the Doctor opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "Second, let's get you into bed, and then I'll have the TARDIS do some analyses to see what was in that stuff."
"Oooh, stuff. And what a lovely offer to extend again, Jack, but about that drink...."
"We've had it," Jack retorted, but without anger. "Several times, in fact. And while you're still extremely sexy even when you're giggling like an eight-year-old girl, you don't make any sense at all at the best of times, so right now you sound completely around the bend. I want you to get some sleep now, okay?"
"Oh." He let his lower lip pooch out and looked at Jack with those enormous eyes of his.
Jack stood and strode to stand in front of the Doctor, who licked his lips, giggled, and settled one hand on Jack's left hip. "Come on," the Captain prompted. He moved the Doctor to sit on the edge of the chair, and tried to ignore those otherwise very appealing slim fingers sliding across the front of his hip, then slowly down. He treasured his volatile, broken, and brilliant lover far too much to risk him feeling uncomfortable later in any way, for any reason, and he had no idea how much of this was the Doctor relaxing after a pleasant evening and how much of it was those leaves.
"Oh, but I-" The Doctor let his upper body fall forward, nuzzling his head into Jack's chest as his other hand moved to knead lightly at the back of the Captain's neck.
"Come on." Jack lifted, resting one hand under the Doctor, feeling the legs automatically curl around him and aware of where the Time Lord pressed firmly and was grinding a little against his abdomen, and braced the Time Lord with one hand on his upper back. It was a bit of a role reversal, and incredibly sexy, but now he knew the Doctor's brain was well and truly out to lunch--his lover never failed to half-heartedly squeak about protecting his beautiful pinstripe trousers when Jack ground himself against the Doctor. "Let's go."
"Allons-y!"
Half a dozen steps later, the Doctor tried to reach for some piping above his head--far, far above his head. With a loud grunt, Jack rescued him from a sharp knock on the floor, but not before dipping them both quite low. The Doctor slipped out of his grasp and frowned upward accusingly.
"It wasn't that far when I started to reach for it."
"Doctor..." Jack slipped one arm under the Doctor's legs and another around his shoulders and carried him through a doorway and winding corridors. The Time Lord tucked his face against Jack's shoulder and resumed kneading his lover's neck, giggling occasionally.
"Mmm, nice..." He sighed and giggled again.
"Here." The Captain carried him over the threshold to their bedroom, giving the Doctor a light and affectionate squeeze as he did so, and set him down on the bed before hunting for a blanket. He draped the blanket over the Doctor, turned off the light, and headed for the door.
The Time Lord chortled, but it was cut short by a deep sigh. Jack looked back over his shoulder and smiled faintly at the lanky form, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
"Well, that was new," he remarked, and closed the door quietly behind him before he could spend too much time pondering whether the Time Lord would later start giggling in his sleep.
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"Go back to bed," Jack ordered the next morning, not turning around from the stove.
"I'm fine," the Doctor objected with a definitely audible pout. "What are you--"
"Bed, now!" Jack grabbed the closest slightly pointy utensil, thrusting out it out behind him and waving it around in the general direction of the door.
"It smells good."
"I can guarantee you, Doctor, it will smell just as good when it's done cooking." Still focused on the food, he wiggled his hips a little bit. "Breakfast in bed, Doc. You can't say no to that."
"Oooh, really? Breakfast?" The Time Lord gave a little giggle.
"Breakfast... and you're still giggling from those leaves, so now go back to bed!"
"What are you--" the Doctor started in protest, trying to see around his lover's frame.
"Shoo!" Jack commanded, grabbing a towel as well and flapping it around behind him. "It's a surprise. If you promise to be good, I have a few more surprises!"
"Oh. I'll just, um, heading back to bed. Brilliant idea, Jack!" The Captain heard him near enough bounce and skip out of the kitchen, and smiled, hands again busy working the food.
Twenty minutes later, he leaned over the last pan and sniffed deeply before smiling in satisfaction and transferring the contents over to a nearly-full tray. There were some boiled eggs from Ranul Revlis, the creamy yolks fluffed up and resettled into the light blue albumen, and next to them sat several slices of fruit cake and banana bread. He nudged the jar of marmalade over, just a fraction, and admired the fruit preserves from Eulb V, sitting next to the bowl of chocolate cream from Yhcaeb IV. He ran a thumb over the strawberries and cherries, sitting next to the waffles, and reached for a knife to cut them, then left it on the tray. Looking over the repast, Jack twirled a cherry stem in his fingers and smiled.
Moving to the door, the Captain poked his head out into the hallway and looked around carefully in both directions. Finding the hallway empty, he stepped back into the kitchen and stripped down to his t-shirt and briefs, then poked through the aprons before smirking and pulling one out. He smoothed it down, then picked up the heavily laden tray and made his way to the bedroom.
When he entered, the Time Lord was properly on the bed, a little sprawled out under the bedclothes, which were pulled neatly up to his chin. At the sound of Jack closing the door behind him, he looked over, blinked slowly, and smiled warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. The Captain smiled back automatically, and came up beside the bed.
"You did go back to bed," he noted.
"Well, you said if I was good...?" the Doctor hinted, pouting a little bit.
"You were very good at going back to bed," Jack assured him. "But I can't feed you like this." He transferred the tray so it was braced against one hand and shoulder. "Sit up, Doc, and eat up." He pulled the bedclothes back, exposing the Doctor, who, he was amused to note, had simply gone back to bed wearing his pinstripe trousers and dress shirt.
"Oi, give us a little warning, Jack!"
"I did, and you've got clothes on, what are you worried about?" the Captain retorted with a wink.
"Speaking of clothes, Jack, what are you wearing?"
Jack looked down at himself. "T-shirt and briefs. Oh, you mean the apron? I found it in the kitchen."
"It's got.. it's got..."
"Yep," Jack smirked.
"If they actually looked like that, then that's a whole lifetime, no lifetimes, of being enemies we could have avoided."
"Yep."
"Bananas instead of their weapon arms, and banana daiquiris on their heads, and candles for eyestalks, and oooh, are those edible ball bearings covering their lower casings?" The Doctor's voice scaled up to a girlish squeak, and then he spluttered on choked-down laughter.
"Yep," Jack said for the third time, setting the tray down on the bed. "Also, did you just--"
"Banana bread!" the Doctor exclaimed, interrupting him. "Brilliant!" He reached for it, and Jack extended the marmalade jar and the bowl of chocolate cream. "Ohhh! Captain Jack Harkness, you are an absolute genius!" His voice rose half an octave on the last two words. He scooped up some chocolate with his fingers, stuck it into his mouth, and then took an enormous bite of the banana bread before licking his fingers, pretending not to look at Jack the whole time.
The Captain chuckled and reached for a slice of the banana bread himself. A long hand slapped his away, and he reached for the marmalade and smeared it across the bread as the Doctor took another bite.
They nibbled at the fruit cake and licked the creamy egg yolks before slowly drawing the rest of the egg into their mouths, smirking at each other the whole time, and then tackling the bread, marmalade, and chocolate again. Once, the Doctor reached for the platter of waffles, but Jack snared his hand and spread marmalade over the knuckles, then watched the Doctor licked it off.
"What about now?" the Doctor asked eventually, giving his Captain a somewhat desperate look. He could still clearly detect the scent of bananas wafting upward. The waffles and fruit were the only things left that were even slightly intact, so he let his sticky fingers walk toward the tray.
"It's a bit early for dessert, don't you think?" Jack teased.
"Dessert last, you humans, never understood that about your species, saving the best thing until you're full," the Doctor complained. "'Oh, what a lovely cake,'", he mocked, turning up his nose as he fanned himself with one hand and adopting a posh accent, "'but I'm so sorry, I'll simply explode if I eat another bite!'"
"Well," Jack smirked, "that also means we're saving the best for last." He leaned forward and placed one of the cherries inside the Doctor's slightly open mouth, then tugged lightly on the stem until it gave way, leaving the fruit inside the Doctor's mouth. The Time Lord closed his eyes and chewed slowly.
"Spit," the Captain directed, holding out his hand.
The Doctor opened his eyes. "Don't you usually want me to swallow?" He smiled slightly, but his eyes spoke of so much more. "Besides, it's a cherry pit, it's not going to bother a Time Lord digestive system."
"You can still swallow," Jack answered, deepening his voice and leaning forward.
"Oooh, quite right, Captain." He worked his mouth a little, then leaned forward himself, and Jack brought his hand a little closer. The Doctor stuck out his tongue and bent over the Captain's hand, lightly licking a long streak along the palm with the tip before wiggling his tongue and letting the cherry pit drop off. Jack shivered, and not only because it tickled.
"Well," the Doctor started after he had swallowed the cherry. "Well. I suppose I see your point about dessert, Captain." His hands dove for the waffles and fruit preserves and fresh fruit. Jack shooed him away from the strawberries, instead slicing them onto the waffles and holding out his hands to the Doctor each time, feeling and watching that flexible tongue find every drop of juice left behind from each strawberry. Gently, he intercepted the fork each time it headed for the Doctor's mouth, moving the utensil to his own hand and laying the banana waffle, fruit, and chocolate mixture on the Doctor's tongue. The Doctor usually took hold of the fork after this, spearing another sugary concoction and delivering it to Jack's mouth, watching his eyes twinkle and gleam with thoughts unspoken. The toppings rarely made it entirely intact, but they just giggled and added more.
"You are amazing," the Doctor told him when the tray held only a few crumbs and sticky spots, leaning back and grinning goofily.
"You're welcome," the Captain replied, grinning just as hard. Then he looked down at both of them and the bed. "We might have made a bit of a mess."
"Is my sonic screwdriver over there?"
"Why?"
"Sonic it off."
"Oh, that's no fun." Jack stood and put the tray on the floor, then flung off the bedclothes that were still clean. "Come on, Doc, off with it."
"We've talked about the Doc thing," the Doctor grumbled, folding his arms.
"All right, all right. I'm sorry, Doctor," the Captain answered with a bow. "Off with it, please." He tugged at the food-stained sheets, and the Doctor rolled over and sat on the edge, unbuttoning his trousers.
"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"
"My plan? I had a plan?" Jack asked, wide eyed.
"To get me naked!"
"You're not actually objecting, are you?" the Captain teased. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Several times, as a matter of fact. And," he grinned, then whipped off the apron and dropped it on the floor before divesting himself of t-shirt and briefs. "Equal opportunity nakedness."
"Well, in that case." The Time Lord smirked, unbuttoning his shirt more quickly. He flung it off, then slipped out of his trousers and gave Jack a mischievous look.
"My kind of underwear," the Captain grinned.
"I'm not-"
"Like I said," he answered, and leaned forward to give the Doctor a kiss. "I need to put all this in the wash. Be right back."
"I can-"
The Captain wagged a playful finger. "You giggled a few minutes ago. Are those leaves out of your system yet?"
"Oi, I-"
"And it's my pleasure to take care of you, anyway," he said, again not letting the Doctor finish. He bundled everything up and walked out, pausing at the door to see the Doctor's eyes following him, mouth slightly open as he admired the movement of the Captain's hips. Jack grinned, and exited, trailing fabric behind him. The Doctor leaned down, and swiped one finger through a spot of marmalade on the tray, then put his finger in his mouth and sighed happily.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, swiping up bits of preserves and chocolate and marmalade and savoring them, when Jack came back in a few minutes later.
"That's everything clean, except for us!"
"Except for this," the Doctor said, waving at the tray.
"Ahh, I'll do that later. Never put chores before pleasure."
"Jack."
The Captain laughed. "So, it's all clean, or about to be clean... I'm not so sure about those machines. We're still a little bit messy, though."
"Mmm," the Doctor pondered. "Well. Do you suppose we should do something about that?"
"I don't mind being dirty," came the answer, accompanied by a smirk, a wink, and a waggle.
"Jaaaack.... it'll get sticky. It is sticky."
"I don't mind being sticky, either." The smirk widened, became a full grin, dimples showing. Oh, there had been a few highly memorable and very sticky nights.
"Ah, well, surely we can find a solution to this situation," the Doctor offered with a slight frown.
"Very easy," Jack said, pulling him to his feet and leading him a short distance down the hall. The bath was already mostly run, so he turned the taps down a little bit, then sat his Doctor on the edge of the tub. "Does this solution meet with your approval?"
"Oh yes!" the Doctor said, and swung his legs over the side. Jack chuckled and ran his fingers through the water.
"Ooh, nice temperature, and I think that's enough." He turned the taps off, then guided the Doctor down into the water. The Time Lord leaned up and kissed him gently.
"Mmm. Jack, this is wonderful. Thank you." He closed his eyes, then opened them a little, looking at the Captain through heavy lids. "Join me?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," Jack assured him. He made sure the soap was in easy reach, then stepped over the side and settled in, facing the Doctor, seeing the other's eyes on him as he moved. Long fingers stole forward under the water and curved around Jack's ribcage, slowly caressing and thumbing off a bit of food.
"Oh, really?" The Captain moved closer, and trailed one hand down the Doctor's chest, and down.
"Let's not get clean too fast?" The Time Lord requested, a mix of mischief and pleading in his voice.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," came the agreement, and they both leaned forward for another kiss.