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When the Doctor woke, he was prepared to feel stiff and uncomfortable. Usually, when reaching that point of exhaustion, he usually found himself on the floor or on the console, in some sort of an awkward position that left him sore for the next day. This morning, however, he was out of his clothes and stretched out on his bed, under the covers with a heating blanket.

A breathing heating blanket.

He raised an eyebrow and looked to where Jack had an arm around him as he slept. The previous day came rushing back. Pearl Harbor, the goodbyes, the return of Gallifrey, being captured by the Shadow Proclamation, and finally nearly killing Jack. They came so very close. Too close.

Without really thinking about it, the Doctor found himself wrapping an arm around Jack's shoulder. Jack, who was ready and willing to die the previous day. And the Doctor was willing to give him that. He had been willing to give him that. Not anmymore.

Where could they go, now?

Onwards, of course. It was the only way they could go.

The TARDIS wasn't moving anymore, and the Doctor slowly extracted himself from Jack's embrace. He grabbed his trousers and shirt and threw them on quickly, heading towards the console, hopefully before Jack woke.

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Jack lowered still, each touch a gentle kiss and then gone. Moving down as much as his arms would allow while still holding the Doctor's hands.

He let out a brief laugh then, emerging in a kiss pressed to the Doctor's stomach.

"Well you drive me mad enough," Jack said with a teasing tone, "only fair I get my own back."

Carefully then, he let his fingers slide away from the Doctor's hands, pressing them down once as if to keep them there before moving his hold away, hands moving back along his arms as he lowered further, kissing along to his hipbone and to the inside of his thigh.

"You know one thing about Boeshane," he said, almost conversationally. "Nice forward thinking place. And that drawer next to you? Fully stocked."

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"Is it really? That's quite generous of them. You wouldn't find that sort of a drawer on Gallifrey. Anywhere, probably. Well, except where I lived, but I was a rebel."

Without any real conscious thought to it, the Doctor kept his hands in place over his head. There were times to fight back and times to let go, and this was one of them.

Times to let go.

Let go.

That must've been it. The moment he let go of his hatred for his regeneration, the energy that was holding him in place released. It had to have been linked to his conscious thought. Whatever that thing under the water was, it could read minds and oh that feels quite nice.

He let out a quiet moan at the feel of Jack's mouth on his hipbone and thigh. Rambling thoughts in his mind quieted for feeling instead.

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"Must be why I like you," Jack said, his voice distracted as he focussed his attention on licking his tongue in a line along the inside of his thigh down towards his knee and blowing air gently against the newly dampened skin.

"Have a look," he said "maybe they've got your favourite."

His hand drifted down in a way that could seem utterly accidental. His fingers touching against the Doctor's stomach, just curled in, a touch that glided away and lower, almost pressed to more sensitive skin, but not quite close enough.

And then? Like a snap? He moved. He moved his mouth away, his hands away, everything. He sat upright, on his knees between the Doctor's, and simply looked at him. Watched him, and waited to see what he'd do.

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The Doctor tilted his head back to look at the drawer. He didn't really care if they had his favorite (the pear-flavored one from Rigos 7, actually, which was particularly odd considering his aversion to pears in all of his lifetimes), just so long as they eventually got to it together. And then, well, then they'd figure out wow did that feel good wait why did Jack just stop?

He turned his head back to Jack, who was waiting for the Doctor to move, it appeared. Which was sort of unfair, because the Doctor had been enjoying that, thankyouverymuch.

"Sorry, am I not participating enough?" he asked with a teasing smile. "Because I didn't think I'd been tagged into action just yet. You know I never like to break in from someone's turn."

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Jack let out a warm laugh at that, ducking his head down and smiling to himself.

"I just wanted to see what you do," Jack admitted honestly. "And I wanted to look at you," he added, teasing as he rather overtly gazed him up and down, still smiling.

"Yup," he said decisively, "still good."

He laughed then, warmly just as before, and he leaned himself down, arms reaching for the Doctor's, enough to hold him and tug him towards sitting upwards. His eyes, like before, fell to the Doctor's lips, and his arousal between them grew just that little more obvious.

"You know on the moons of Axios 3 they spend eight hours just on foreplay," he said with a whisper. "I spent a few months there. There were people that could stimulate you without even touching."

And even quieter, "I wonder if I could do that to you. That place on the back of your neck, Doctor, the little hairs, think I could get them standing on end? Think you could imagine my tongue swishing slowly slowly across the skin? Think."

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"I've heard of Axios 3," the Doctor said. "They have something called the Fourth Sensation. Well, you were on there for months, I assume you probably tried it." He wondered if that would surprise Jack, that the Doctor knew about that world. Not that he'd ever actually been there or knew anything about the Fourth Sensation apart from the fact that it was terribly, terribly scandalous.

"Ooooh, I imagine with the right amount of effort, Jack, you could accomplish anything." Even as he spoke, he recalled in perfect detail what it felt like when Jack kissed the back of his neck and the way his body seemed to sing when it was touched in just that right way.

"What about you?" he asked, moving one hand from its pinned position down to Jack's arm, back to tracing just above the skin. "And your places? Underneath that manipulator of yours?"

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"Well you know me, Doctor," Jack said, "I'll try anything once. Well, twice. I'd offer to take you there," he said, "experience it for yourself, but then I don't think it's really your idea of a holiday destination. And besides, I don't want to share."

Again, Jack felt himself smile, both inside and out. He wondered if the Doctor knew just how much his small words meant. So much more than over the top declarations, but just small words, small sentiments that the Doctor thought that about him. The Doctor believed in him. And that felt wonderful.

"Oh well only you would know about that," he said, looking towards the strap and back, "your little spot, that, Doctor. All yours."

Part of him wondered if that was a little over sentimental, but then he realised quite soon after, he didn't care if it was.

And so again, he kissed him, leaned in and kissed him, and his arm (not the one with the strap on) he reached up and hooked around the Doctor's neck. He thought, perhaps, forget the not touching, he wanted to touch, and so his fingers brushed the skin.

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The Doctor moaned against Jack's mouth and moved his other arm away from its position above his head. He slipped that arm around his waist, pulling him even closer. This was what he wanted. This, this trust, all of this.

With the occupied hand, he traced small circles just on the outside of Jack's manipulator, grazing just millimeters away from the very sensitive skin there. He wanted Jack. His mind actually filled with the things he wanted to do, here in this bed. Which, considering how infrequently he fantasized about things that weren't travel or adventure, seemed like quite the experience. He wanted Jack and he wanted Jack to know just how much he did.

He moved his fingertips to Jack's temple and brushed his mind gently with his own. A request to share.

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Jack let out his own moan, a response to the kiss, to the sound, to the way their skin touched, to the way the Doctor touched his skin too. It was the experience of it all, and it was wonderful.

The fingers he held at the back of the Doctor's neck curled in a little, pressing the pads of his fingers into his skin, pushing up a little into his hair.

He felt the Doctor's fingers touch his face and felt too the barest hint of his mind in his own.

Yes, he said. Yes in any way he could. Yes in his mind, yes by nodding even as he kissed him, yes by the slight twist of touch, wanting it, all of it, and anything the Doctor wanted to give.

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The Doctor grinned against Jack's mouth. It had been a long time, hadn't it? Too long.

He opened his mind, giving Jack the incredible desire the Doctor felt for him. Not repressed, not censored, just desire. What he couldn't express as eloquently or as seductively as Jack could in words, he tried to show him in emotions.

I want you. It was difficult to say, but so very easy to feel. Jack knew how to seduce, and more importantly, he knew how to seduce the Doctor, which wasn't all that easy. And the word want, when thought, held more weight. It wasn't just a desire, it was a necessity. He needed Jack. Loved him. A lot went into that want.

In the physical world, he deftly moved to unlatch Jack's manipulator. Slowly, carefully. Rebuilding trust.

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It felt like a flood, the sudden ability to see images and thoughts and feelings. He could touch them and feel them as though they were his own, and they mingled in his mind with what he felt too. It was clear in a way Jack was almost surprised by. He remembered a time the Doctor had told him he didn't really have those thoughts. He was very glad to be proved wrong.

But it was more than that, of course, it was that subtlety to it, something said in a way words would never be enough to articulate. A need, and just what it was like to feel need. That wrenching feeling inside that was both good and bad. And that he was the one needed? That it was directed at him? And that more than anything, utterly above all it was the Doctor needing him? It was almost overwhelming.

And so, without words too, he let that be felt. His own emotion (something he so often tried to hide) free and with utter clarity so the Doctor could read it, so that he could see just how good that made him him feel. How important, how special. And how alive. He needed him too, and he'd been too scared to need, embarrassed to need. But now? Now he could just let him see it, and it was good.

What attention he could spare went to moving his fingers back to that space against the Doctor's neck. Back to drawing small figures of eight, a featherlight touch, barely a touch at all.

And as he continued to kiss him, his eyes grew damp. He was happy here, and it felt good.

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It was good. Jack deserved to feel special. Not just because he was the only fixed point in the universe, but because, to the Doctor, he meant so very, very much. The Doctor never allowed himself to fall in love, and he never allowed himself to get pulled in, but with Jack he willingly did both. And he'd do it again, in a heartbeat.

Pleasure shot up the Doctor's spine at Jack's touch, and he didn't bother to hide how incredibly good it felt. He moaned in the physical world and let Jack share in the pleasure in the mental one.

He grazed his fingernails across Jack's wrist, focusing on how it felt within his mind.

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One thing Jack prided himself on, was his good memory (at least where it mattered). He liked to think any piece of information, once learned, would remain available to him. He put that idea into practise here.

With his touch to the Doctor's mind, he reached his own forward, not deep into thought but against those nerves he'd learned to touch before. And with remembering there was advancing, not content of course to stay still, he wanted to improve.

And so with those fingers on the Doctor's neck, he used something else he'd learned, not much at all, but a little something; he drew shapes on the Doctor's skin. Precise shapes; 1 to 10 in Gallifreyan.

It was quite a deal to be able to focus at all when the Doctor's hand was on his wrist like that, and the waves of pleasure from it sparked out like tendrils to the places he was reaching in the Doctor's mind. And of course he was reaching somewhere precise; to that space of the back of his neck. He tried to touch it both inside and out, and then it sparked all the more as he was touched himself.

"Forget Axios 3," he said breathily as he paused kissing a moment to breathe a little more. "If you could bottle this feeling you could make a fortune."

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"Nah, wouldn't want to," the Doctor said, brushing his nose against Jack's. "Call me greedy, but I like that it's just between us."

Which, now that he thought about it, was saying more than he had expected. He didn't share this sort of a relationship with other lovers. He didn't connect with them, and he certainly didn't open up like this with them. It was only Jack, and it wasn't even for reasons that the Doctor could properly explain.

He gasped as Jack found the nerves he'd touched before, along with the swirling on the back of his neck and the waves of energy from Jack. Overwhelming wasn't the word. This was an all-encompassing sort of sensation, and he was surprised to find himself holding back so soon. There was no way he would rush this, though.

He reached out mentally, finding similar nerves in Jack's mind. It had been a long time, but he'd long since memorized that night in the luxury ship. All those nerves, all that closeness. He carefully strummed along them, playing Jack like he might a harp.

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"Yeah," Jack said, finding himself smiling, "think I can agree with you there."

Such simple words, or at least they sounded that way. But then they meant so much. And he realised that as he thought that, the Doctor could likely hear. But then he kind of liked that too.

He let out a long gasping breath as the Doctor stroked his nerves, they seemed to vibrate within him and along his body, sending his hairs on end. It was a feeling that was utterly indescribable. In all the experiences Jack had had, he'd never had anything quite like that. It was so perfectly Doctor.

Maybe that was what made it so good.

At the same time though, Jack's body itched for more, and to do more. A vivid image of himself and his mouth around the Doctor shot to the forefront of his mind, ripe for the Doctor to see, and in it a wordless question, because he followed that too with another image, himself inside the Doctor. He was giving him a choice.

A choice and a request too.

Tether it he asked in his mind. There was something about feeling that the connection was lasting past his hand falling away.

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Both were excellent options. There was also the option of the Doctor inside of Jack, mouth around Jack, stroking him---wow, those were quite a few vivid images the Doctor wasn't aware his imagination could come up with. Jack was a bad influence on him. And, really, the Doctor couldn't care. He loved this.

But! He had to make a choice. Not really fair, putting all of the work to Jack, was it? He opted for the first of Jack's choices, and to follow with the second of his own.

He did as instructed, tethering their connection, wrapping strands of psychic energy like long fishing knots to keep them close. He could feel how much that meant to Jack, and it was good. It felt important to the Doctor, too.

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It was rather delicious, all those little pictures Jack could see in the Doctor's mind. They had the same clarity of his own, just as vibrant and just as real. They caused more sparks through his nerves and a somewhat involuntary moan to escape from his lips.

Another wave, and it took him a moment to settle and feel entirely within himself, as though he had been drifting a little, floating. It was a wonderful feeling.

He could feel it as the Doctor knotted their connection, it felt secure and safe, like he couldn't lose him now.

When it was done, and when he was sure of it, he reached for the hand the Doctor held to his face; gently peeling his fingers away, he held them in his own and tilted his head to press a kiss to his wrist, and again further up his arm, following up towards the inside of his elbow before kissing there, his tongue swishing his skin. Inside his mind he swam in the same way and kept the images focussed.

Focussed in fact to the point of distraction and he found himself moaning against the Doctor's skin. He pulled back with a gentle laugh and looked up to his face.

"Got quite a bit going on in that mind of yours there, Doctor," he smirked and slowly slipped back, a kiss to the Doctor's check, another a little lower. Trying to get back in the zone.

You're going to distract me.

He didn't really mind if he did.

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"Always," he admitted. Even when he didn't want it to.

But Jack's tongue against his elbow shot new waves of pleasure through the Doctor and he couldn't stop himself from crying out.

They were always holding back, weren't they? Well, the Doctor was, at least. The last time he'd let go with Jack was right before he was certain he would die. And he very nearly never let go again. Not until now, not until he was ready to be alive.

Strange, thinking that while they were like this. But it was true. Jack made him feel alive.

We wouldn't want you distracted, the Doctor thought. He traced his nails just above Jack's wrist, and then paired that with a mental image of tasting that time-infused skin. Could he also psychically toy with the nerves in his brain that felt pleasure from that touch? How would Jack react?

A good scientist would need to know.

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Jack was slipping down again, a new trail, kiss by kiss, down his chest, his tongue drawing gentle patterns against his skin. All the while though, he was aware, utterly aware of the Doctor and his hand as it touched and scraped against skin. Close, and really near enough, but then when coupled with those images it was enough to make him fall off kilter and let out another moan.

His wrist seemed to almost vibrate with the feeling and if he let himself, he could believe he was even feeling the Doctor's tongue against his skin.

With a twist of a grin he looked up. "That's cheating," he said, "I wasn't in your head when I did that."

But it should be obvious enough he was far from complaining, and if it weren't he soon punctuated the fact by lifting himself back up and claiming the Doctor's mouth in a hungry kiss. Maybe even more force behind it than he'd ever braved before.

His Doctor, his with some certainty now, and that made him feel awake. Feel alive, like in those first few moments after waking from death. It was like an explosion of colour and light and touch, and that was all because of him.

He continued to kiss him then, and as he did he trailed his hand between them, playfully walking two fingers down the Doctor's chest until he could wrap his hand around him.

Oh hello, he thought, and grinned wickedly into the kiss.

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The Doctor gasped against Jack's mouth as his hand wrapped around him. So many sensations all at once. If he was the sort of man to worry about that sort of thing, he might imagine Jack was trying to give him a heartsattack, he felt so overloaded with emotion and sensation.

But he wouldn't stop it. Not for a galaxy.

He bucked into the touch, and shared the sensation with Jack. After all, half the fun of being connected to a lover was sharing what they did to you. And, well, what Jack was doing was fantastic, and it was probably best he knew.

His Doctor. He felt that thought go through him, and he couldn't decide how he felt about it. That was what with with was, wasn't it? A sort of belonging? He felt equally petrified at the idea and relieved. Like he belonged by being part of it.

Would that make Jack his Jack? Odd.

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When with a lover, Jack always enjoyed knowing that the other person was enjoying themselves, perhaps even more than himself. So being connected with his mind was really the perfect way to facilitate that desire, and being able to feel the Doctor's pleasure as he did, only seeked to heighten his own.

It was, in many ways, his perfect scenario.

Jack's hand twisted and turned, and changed motion dependant on the way it seemed to cause reaction inside his mind. It was the ideal way for him to find exactly what would spark him without ever having to ask.

He pulled back from the kiss with a smile, and looked down into his eyes, grinning.

"You know more thoughts like that and you're going to inflate that ego of mine." And as if to prove a point, he added a little flair with the way he twisted his hand.

He moved then, started to slide himself down the bed, watching the Doctor's face as he edged lower. And he realised it then, a slight shift in his mind that made him notice what he'd thought had made it across that connection. He wanted to reassure him that he wasn't trying to pin him down, that he never would, that he'd never really want to (apart from in certai-- no that wasn't important here), that the Doctor would always have the universe, and that Jack would never want to stop that.

He wasn't sure how to put that into words. But then of course, he realised, he didn't have to. He'd just thought it all.

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It was always so easy to want to stay free. The Doctor used to think, in his youth, that he was flawed if he wasn't free. But now, here, it...it wasn't so bad, not really. Jack understood adventure, he understood the need to travel. The Doctor could feel Jack's longing to reassure him cross the connection.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

So why was the Doctor still utterly terrified? Probably because of how very, very easy it would be to shatter this. To lose this between them. And, really, if anyone could shatter this, it would be the Doctor----

He felt Jack's mind shift, and he lifted his head to watch Jack lower himself down his body. The term "sexy" seemed like an understatement when Jack had that look in his eye. And the Doctor didn't often use the term "sexy" in general thought.

You do know in some galaxies this is the equivalent of torture, right?

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Jack could feel his heart beating, but more than that, he could feel the Doctor's hearts beating. Not just hear them, like a distant thud if he were to put his hand over the Doctor's chest or his fingers to his wrist. But he could feel them like the beat of his own heart. Three hearts, beating together, racing together.

And the Doctor's hearts really were racing.

He looked to him again, and he understood that, that feeling he felt from him, that almost fear. But that was good to feel that. It was all just as important as the rest. To feel the excitement, the love, the sheer amount of it all? Well that was frightening. And it was wonderful.

But this wasn't going anywhere; a feeling Jack made quite clear. It wasn't something that he was going to allow now, from either of them.

But then those thoughts were swiftly distracted. Jack had been called sexy of course, many a time. But never had hearing the word sent a wave up his spine as it did when hearing it from him, even in his mind.

He grinned then, looking at him, and moved that extra distance to replace his hand with his mouth.

Well I am skilled in all methods of interrogation, of course.

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Wouldn't expect anything less, captain.

The Doctor grinned as he felt the pleasure from Jack. He liked that his words had that affect on him. It wouldn't be particularly fair if the Doctor was the only one affected by Jack, would it?

He let out a quiet moan as Jack's mouth replaced his hand. Oooh, he could've easily reached release from the mental stimulation from before, but there was something very intimate about the actual act of, well, this that made it more important. Special. His fingers curled in Jack's hair as he offered him a taste of the pleasure he felt from his mouth as well as his mind.

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Then I'd better make sure I live up to expectations then.

Jack often prided himself on being able to tell what people enjoyed, just from the twist of a body or the echo of a moan. But he'd never been so privy to the precise details and sparks of how it was enjoyed and how it felt.

Part of him thought he could use that to make his skills just that little more honed. But then a bigger part of him realised just how distracting it was to be able to feel how it felt for his own tongue to be stimulating the Doctor. He felt himself letting out a moan, both against his skin and inside his mind, and he felt that echo back through both channels.

It spurred him on. He twisted his mouth and turned his tongue and found himself almost doing it in a way which he'd like himself. Unintentional, of course, but almost a result of the feelings.

He pulled back a moment, time to breathe, but replaced his mouth again with his hand.

"You know I could get used to doing it like this."