The Doctor broke the kiss, just long enough to pull Jack's shirt over his head. He wrapped his lean arms around Jack's body, pulling him close. Jack was bulky, while the Doctor was lean. Jack was warm like a stove, the Doctor was cold like a milk bottle. Jack was flirtatious and demanding, the Doctor was neglectful and repressed. And yet, somehow, they ended up here. Here, on a strange planet called Boeshane in a small inn that could've been the universe for all the Doctor cared in this moment.

He took a step towards the bed, trying to steer Jack to something comfortable to lay back on. Scientific minds, after all, were aware that sexual relations on a bed were 85% less likely to cause back injury.