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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.
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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The Doctor felt the pleasure from the touch, which Jack could then interpret, which would then cycle through him and back to the Doctor who would revel in that sensation as well. There was, quite literally, no way not to feel very, very good. It was all a bit dizzying, actually. Also informative, since he could tell Jack's movements were more tailored to himself. The Doctor tucked that information away for later.
Jack's words brought a laugh to the Doctor's lips. "Makes you wonder why Time Lords were so closed-minded," he said. He sat up and leaned over, pressing his mouth against Jack's.
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Maybe they worked it out, he went on, thinking instead of speaking, realised that it people discovered this then the whole of Gallifrey would never get out of bed.
His hand continued to twist and work and before long he parted and returned down, covering him with his lips and working just that little bit harder to pull moans and waves of pleasure from the Doctor, for the both of them.
He found himself having to pause though, and letting out a slight laugh.
"At this rate I'm going to be over before you've even got your hands on me," he said with an amused smirk, looking up at him before gathering himself enough to return to the task with the express aim of bringing him to the tipping point.
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He focused on reigning Jack in. He wasn't about to be denied returning to Jack what he's given to the Doctor. He psychically pulls him back, tracing cool hands along nerve planes and trying to soothe while he shared his own pleasure.
His movements became shakier as he felt himself losing a grip on his control. All of the stimulation, all of the psychic closeness...
"Jack!" he cried out, psychically and physically.
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Exactly what he needed and wanted in that moment.
His fingers pressed into the skin at the Doctors thighs as he felt his hips start to buckle and move, feeling him tip over the edge both inside and out. His name called in a way that seemed to echo right through him. He wasn't sure anything had ever sounded so perfect.
He stayed there, making sure he pulled out every ounce of pleasure from the Doctor that he could. His tongue paying complete attention to him. And when he was sure he was done, he pulled his head back, looking up at him and licking his lips rather salaciously.
Moving back, he crawled back up the Doctor's body and whispered in a husky tone, "Now I could do that every day," and he pressed himself close down against him, meeting his lips with his own and kissing him deeply.
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Nah, he didn't need metaphors. This was good as it was.
"You know," the Doctor said, grinning. "I don't really think I'd mind that on a regular basis, no."
My turn.
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"Oh you better be careful saying things like that," Jack smirked, "I'll hold you to it." And then, almost idly, "Have you ever had sex on the console? Because, you know, I think we should."
His smirk grew even wider as he heard the Doctor in his head and he leaned in for yet another kiss.
On now there's an offer I would never refuse.
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He leaned up with the kiss, gently pushing Jack backwards toward the bed, so the Doctor could move on top. As he moved, he brushed his mind along the nerves up and down Jack's legs, starting at the feet and moving upwards in long, sweeping motions, like a paintbrush. Jack was more experienced with the physical, but the Doctor knew his stuff psychically.
Which was not to say that he wouldn't be physical, too. He broke the kiss and slowly began tracing his lips down Jack's throat.
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Jack moved back as the Doctor pushed against him, gently moving back to switch positions and turn himself to press his back to the bed. As he moved, he felt his body start to tingle, an almost orgasmic buzz from his toes up towards his torso and he let out a hum of a moan against the Doctor's lips.
His head moved and he caught himself in a heavy breath.
"Okay, clever," Jack said, and he balled a hand into a fist in the sheets beside him.
"You know I'm making--" another moan, "--mental notes on all this, right?"
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When did he start becoming sentimental? Really? Jack did bring out the worst in him sometimes.
He traced the cold through Jack's torso, now, sliding the sensation just below his mouth as it kissed down his ribcage and hip.
He felt Jack's moan rather than heard it, and the loop of sensation went through the Doctor as strongly as if he were the one lying on the bed. Really, there was absolutely no reason they couldn't do this more often.
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He didn't recognise the shape drawn against his skin, but he felt in the Doctor's mind just what it was. It made him feel good, and that feeling too echoed through him.
He reached out his free hand and touched it against the Doctor's hair. (That hair, he really loved the fact he could touch that hair).
Oh that's good he thought, and his words in his head were barely more than a moan there too.
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His mouth lowered again, and he traced his tongue along the base, swirling carefully up to the tip, then back down. He then took him into his mouth, copying the movements he'd felt Jack give him moments before.
I do pay attention.
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Each nerve felt that little more awake, that little more alive, and they responded to every switch and twist of the Doctor's tongue, every press of his lips.
"Yeah, I noticed," he said, responding to the mental with the physical in a way that seemed to suit the situation. He moaned again, and let the pleasure he felt flood back along the connection to the Doctor, like waves lapping against the sand.
He glanced down, looking at him, watching as he moved. And just the sight alone caused a further ripple of pleasure, mixed with a spark of something else, a sensual twist.
"Have you got any idea how sexy you look to me right now?"
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This was intimate on a new level. Guards down mentally, physically, just opening up utterly. It had been sometime just close to forever since the Doctor had allowed this to happen.
It was worth the wait.
He traced his thumb along Jack's hipbone as he worked with his mouth, testing out the strength of that sensitive area when paired with the sensations he was already facing. A scientific query, of course. With his mind, he traced the nerves along Jack's wrist.
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His moan grew a little as the Doctor's thumb brushed his skin. And that feeling combined with the utterly delicious way his mouth was moving could be enough, but then to combine that with the internal touch against his wrist? It was truly spectacular.
The hand he held in the sheets gripped that little bit tighter, and his hips pressed up towards the Doctor's mouth, approving and urging. But the touch on his nerves? That seemed to send an electric current through the inside of his body, right from heat to toe.
He let out a sequence of curses in his mind, and he threw back his head a little, biting his lip.
Damn you're good at that.
Jack was nothing if not one for praise.
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Not bad, he agreed, mentally grinning at how very sexy Jack looked with his head thrown back like that. Not at all.
He sped up the motions with his mouth and the stimulation he gave to Jack's wrist mentally. He started it out cold, then hot, then back to cold again, alternating between which felt better to Jack.
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Image after image until it felt like a buzz inside his mind, a buzz that somehow aided the rather skilled way the Doctor's mouth was moving. Faster, building his body, heightening his senses, and flooding his system.
The hand on his hair gripped slightly. Gripped and released and then drifted down to press his fingers to the back of the Doctor's neck as though it was a pulse point.
He allowed the pleasure he felt to flood through the connection, and he hoped the Doctor could feel it just as strongly.
He couldn't hold back though, and he curled his toes as he tried to control himself. But with everything together, it was hard to stay concentrated.
"I can't keep--" he said, his own words cut off by another echoing moan and a curse (not even intentionally) spoken in one of those Gallifreyan translations.
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They'd both been holding back for far too long.
Jack's fingers touched the back of the Doctor's neck and he felt pleasure so sharp it was nearly pain shoot down his spine, coupled with the pleasure flooding through him from Jack. Yeah, Jack was right. If he'd kept this sort of connection going, he'd never want to leave the bedroom. And that was considering his general lack of interest. This was intoxicating.
Jack's pronunciation of that word was actually very good, probably because of his link to the Doctor. It made him smile internally. Perfect, Jack had thought before. Perfect was right.
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And he did. Because he could now, he'd been given that grace, and he needed it more than just his body letting go. He released then, his grip on the sheets, and just let the sensations and the pleasure wash over him and overwhelm him until his body was quite literally shuddering in release.
He called out the Doctor's name (but not his name) on a long and loud moan (one that no doubt could be heard through walls), and as it washed over him he let out a gasping laugh. His body limpening, swimming with the after glow of the rush.
He wanted to speak, to praise him, but he found when he opened his mouth all he could do was breathe heavily. He thought he might sit up, look at him, but his body felt like jelly, and he could do little but stay there and let the waves wash as they did.
And in his mind, even then, all he could manage was: Doctor
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Of course, he wasn’t thinking in a strictly scientific mindset. He lay next to Jack and grinned madly, entirely pleased with himself.
It feels like something’s released, he thought, because thinking was significantly easier than talking. Something that was holding me back. Well, holding us back, I suppose.
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He turned his head after a moment, looking at the Doctor beside him, and he smiled a little amused at the Doctor's expression.
The thoughts too, they made him smile. Made him feel just a little warmer inside; a little happier. And he was, wasn't he? Happy. Properly completely happy. With no clauses or sadness behind it. He wasn't sure when he'd last felt like that.
It has, he thought back as he rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to touch against the Doctor's stomach.
He looked at him then, smiling at his smile, making his own grow just that little more.
"You happy?" he whispered.
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He grinned slowly, widely. Silly, simple emotion, happy. So why was it so utterly elusive to him until now? Well, he supposed it didn’t matter, did it? Or maybe it did matter, and he just refused to allow it to matter.
“Are you?”
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"Very," he said, still smiling impossibly wide.
And he was. He completely was.
He leaned then, closing the distance between them to press his lips to the Doctor's in a slow and lazy kiss, hooking his leg up around him, laughing a little against his lips.
"You know what we should do tomorrow?" he said as he pulled back, only slightly, from the kiss. "We should go and save the world or something. Go and be heroes."
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Truth be told, the Doctor worried they might’ve been over their heads with the creature in the water. It was significantly more powerful than either of them, if it could create a regeneration on a whim. But, in the Doctor’s mind, it could bring on whatever it wanted. He was invincible.
He wouldn’t die, not now. Not after all of this.
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"And this is Boeshane. Not going to let anything happen here. And it won't."
He pressed another kiss against the Doctor's shoulder before resting his chin down against it.
He went on, somewhat teasing, "Maybe I'll just go up have a word with it. I mean, it was sentient enough right. Maybe it's reasonable. If I ask it nicely, maybe it'll just go."
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He wished he could've had the same sense of loyalty Jack had to his home world to his own. Gallifrey was beautiful but terrible, and he felt no loss when he made the decision to destroy it. He should've, he figured, but he didn't. He felt nothing. Nothing but the empty hole where a home world should've been.
"We'll keep this place safe," he promised.
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