"No?" Jack said with a twist of a grin, "Shame. I do love being gossiped about. Especially that sort of gossip."
His hands touched gently to the Doctor's skin as he kissed him, brief kisses one after another, soft and small and deeper and fuller, a little of everything. Fingers rested on the Doctor's collarbone, curving a little over the nape of his neck.
He felt in many ways more relaxed here, more relaxed than any time before really. It was no first, no goodbye, it was just them, and entirely them. And they both knew things would never be perfect. But to realise that and realise that didn't have to stop the good? Well Jack thought that might be something they should have realised quite some time ago.
His hands shifted again then and moved down, down to the Doctor's trousers to work on the buttons. He didn't ask, he didn't suspect he needed to, and so he freed the button and pushed them down over his hips until they fell and pooled at the floor.
And then he whispered again, a quiet demand. "Tell me." He hoped the Doctor would deduce what he meant.
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His hands touched gently to the Doctor's skin as he kissed him, brief kisses one after another, soft and small and deeper and fuller, a little of everything. Fingers rested on the Doctor's collarbone, curving a little over the nape of his neck.
He felt in many ways more relaxed here, more relaxed than any time before really. It was no first, no goodbye, it was just them, and entirely them. And they both knew things would never be perfect. But to realise that and realise that didn't have to stop the good? Well Jack thought that might be something they should have realised quite some time ago.
His hands shifted again then and moved down, down to the Doctor's trousers to work on the buttons. He didn't ask, he didn't suspect he needed to, and so he freed the button and pushed them down over his hips until they fell and pooled at the floor.
And then he whispered again, a quiet demand. "Tell me." He hoped the Doctor would deduce what he meant.