This felt good, and the Doctor felt gleeful at Jack's enthusiasm to the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong, and Jack's reaction was wrong, and they needed to stop this nonsense right now.
The wall hit the Doctor's back hard, and he found he was much too excited to be, well, as excited as he imagined he would be in a similar situation with Jack forcing him up against a wall so aggressively. Jack was, well, very excited against the Doctor, but there was nothing but pure euphoria running through the Doctor. No arousal, no sexual drive. While the Doctor could be cold on occasion, he hadn't had that sort of problem in 900 years.
The euphoria began to ebb away, replaced by frustration. Which was idiotic. He had no reason to be frustrated. But there wasn't reason. There was just emotion.
He found the strength in his shoulders to push Jack back. "Jack," he said. "We need to stop and think."
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The wall hit the Doctor's back hard, and he found he was much too excited to be, well, as excited as he imagined he would be in a similar situation with Jack forcing him up against a wall so aggressively. Jack was, well, very excited against the Doctor, but there was nothing but pure euphoria running through the Doctor. No arousal, no sexual drive. While the Doctor could be cold on occasion, he hadn't had that sort of problem in 900 years.
The euphoria began to ebb away, replaced by frustration. Which was idiotic. He had no reason to be frustrated. But there wasn't reason. There was just emotion.
He found the strength in his shoulders to push Jack back. "Jack," he said. "We need to stop and think."