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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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The Doctor could taste himself on Jack's mouth, and that was quite the seductive sensation in and of itself. He kissed back as though it were breathing. In a way, it felt like it was. His energy went into Jack who then fed it back into the Doctor. Like respiration. Well, a bit more like chemosymbiosis, to be honest. Jack took the sulfides the Doctor couldn't process and made them into workable, usable sugars. The Doctor, in turn, shared the energy with Jack and with the help of the TARDIS, who the Doctor supposed could be photosynthetic bacteria in this rather extravagant metaphor---

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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Jack found himself laughing, just slightly against the Doctor's lips, because from the vague sense from his mind he got he had the feeling he was being compared to something that was about as far away from sexy as he could imagine. But then there was something utterly wonderful in just precisely what the Doctor did find sexy. He didn't really mind or matter what, he was just good to be on that list.

"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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The Doctor very firmly put a door in front of a memory that wanted to appear with Jack's question. No time for those distractions, certainly not in their current situation. The TARDIS, he imagined, would probably be terribly insulted. Still...it could be fun. And the Doctor did promise himself that there'd be more fun with them.

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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There was a slight sudden blankness in the Doctor's mind and Jack suspected (as much as he had time for suspecting in a situation like this) that he was blocking something off. That was fine though. Jack would never want to know all of the Doctor's secrets, just as he'd never give away all of his.

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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I certainly hope so, the Doctor thought in his direction, keeping his mouth occupied with kissing along the plane of Jack's chest. He traced his tongue around one nipple. He traced out the word for 'Doctor' above Jack's heart, and only mildly worried that it was too sentimental an action.

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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Jack was not the sort of lover who thought he needed to keep his enjoyment and appreciation quiet, and so he didn't now. He moaned again when the sensation rose across his body and mixed with the physical feeling of the Doctor's tongue against his skin.

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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The Doctor's mind, while thoroughly filled with Jack's pleasure, was also bubbling with a smug sort of self-satisfaction. He liked making the great Jack Harkness feel this way, especially coming after the pleasure he just gave him.

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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Again, Jack moaned. His hand twisted a little as it held in the sheets. His senses were already heightened, indeed he felt in a way like he'd been on the receiving end of this the entire time he'd been the one administering it to the Doctor.

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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In response to that question, the Doctor pulled out the image of Jack doing the same to the Doctor and the way he felt when the word sexy came to mind. I think I do.

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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Okay you've got me there, Jack thought. And oh it felt good to think the Doctor could look at him and it could make him feel the same way as Jack did when he looked at the Doctor. Truly, that was an incomparable feeling. To feel wanted on so many levels. It wasn't something he could describe, and luckily, with the way their minds were connected, he didn't have to.

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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The Doctor translated each curse into its Gallifreyan equivalent as the sensations went from Jack through to him. Jack was right, this was fantastic. He swirled his tongue along the tip and could feel the nerves reacting in his own body.

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 after image cycled through Jack's mind. Little snapshots of so many of his secret and private fantasies. He had much more than that in his mind, of course, and there was much more that had filled his dreams, but right now his mind had little other focus.

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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Just let go.

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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Yes, Sir

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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From a strictly scientific point of view, this was actually a terribly enlightening experience. He’d learned more than he’d expected about the connection that he could form with Jack, it also it gave him a basis for future encounters of the like (and, really, a good scientific venture always included the probability of future endeavors). The results were good and opened up doorways to new hypothesizes, and new experiments.

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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Jack continued to lie, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to gather himself. The fact he couldn't was really quite amazing. Jack very rarely got thrown to that extent, but it was wonderful that he had.

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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“Yeah,” the Doctor said, and he was surprised to find it was entirely true. He was happy, without any ifs or excepts clogging up the emotion.

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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Jack had often (very often) considered the Doctor attractive. He considered him handsome, sexy, all those different things. But here, with that smile? He was beautiful.

"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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“Sounds like a plan to me,” the Doctor agreed. “Besides, can’t run away from a mystery, can we? Brilliant as we are, it won’t take us too long to figure it all out.”

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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"Oh come on," Jack said, "we're the Doctor and Captain Jack Harkness. We're not about to let some glowing squid get the better of us, now are we?" he said, appealing somewhat towards the thoughts he could still feel between his and the Doctor's mind.

"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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"Yeah, but that never works," the Doctor said, pressing a kiss to Jack's forehead. This quiet intimacy was comfortable, wonderful. He'd spent so long not allowing himself vulnerability that being so open was new. He liked it, he thought.

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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"No, it doesn't," Jack said with a slight sigh. "Still, no harm in trying right?" He let out a gentle laugh, because even he knew that was ridiculous.

He shifted slightly as he lay, moving his arm in such a way to offer the Doctor the space between it and him, a little more close, what might even be deemed a cuddle.

"I know we will," he agreed with utter confidence, flicking his eyes towards the Doctor. "It's what we do, right?"

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The Doctor didn't cuddle. Cuddling implied an intimacy he rarely felt with anyone, and that implied a vulnerability he didn't allow with anyone. But with Jack----well, he'd willingly tried other new things, no point in stopping halfway. He moved closer, worried for a moment about showing the nervousness he felt just under the surface of his movements.

"Save the world," he agreed. "It's our specialty."

That, and being overall amazing. They did that pretty well, too. And this. This strange sort of relationship with with thing they'd become, they weren't doing so terribly on that, either. Well, they were, but they'd apparently improved quite a bit on it in the last few hours.

He pressed a kiss to Jack's mouth gently. They could do this.

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Jack let his arm drape around the Doctor's back and his fingers lightly touch against the shoulder at his opposite side. Gently, just back and forth. Really, letting go this much was really scary for him too, but he wanted it, and he wanted the Doctor to know he understood, and he'd never push him.

"It is," Jack said with a grin, "and well, we do it with style."

He touched his other hand gently to the Doctor's cheek and returned his kiss, wrapping his leg a little more around the Doctor's, tangling with him.

I don't want to go to sleep, he thought, brushing his fingertips through the Doctor's hair, just above his ear. I'm enjoying this too much.

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Don't worry, the Doctor thought back. I won't go anywhere.

He had a few days left before he'd have to sleep, especially after that deep sleep back in the TARDIS. But he wouldn't move, he decided. He was far too comfortable. Far too happy like this. And happy wasn't something he often had in this lifetime. It was worth it to stay.

He wouldn't leave, he promised himself. Wouldn't leave Jack alone, not after all of the times before. He'd build him another homing beacon, he'd----he'd do something to prove he wouldn't go. Not again.