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They travel through time and space, getting into trouble and getting back out of it again, and generally they have a really good time doing it.
Sometimes, it's a little rougher. After Wallvan, they needed a rest. The Doctor asked Rose if she wanted to go to London to see her mother for a few hours, or a few days--whatever she needed. Jack was glad to see her agree. She needed the comfort of something familiar. The TARDIS might be home, but it wasn't where she grew up. Her nerves were shot. She needed to sit with Jackie Tyler and drink tea and watch telly and gossip about people who didn't understand her, but who were good, ordinary people anyway.
Jack's nerves weren't great, but he'd been through a whole lot more than she had and he had the scars to prove it, even if he didn't keep them on his flesh. He'd be okay. He and the Doctor watched their partner go out the TARDIS's doors before the smile on Jack's face faded. He sighed. "Good," he said. "She needs that."
"Wanted to do something nice for her," the Doctor said from just behind him. An arm snaked around Jack's chest as his lover stepped in close, holding him in a way Jack knew was calculated to make him feel safe. And it was working. Jack found his eyelids drifting to half-mast as he relaxed back into the Time Lord. "Could do something nice for you, too," the Doctor murmured.
Just being held, the cool length of the Doctor's body against his from thigh to shoulder, was nice. Jack found a half-smile on his lips. "I'm pretty good right here, Doctor. You had something in mind?"
The Doctor's fingers toyed with a nipple through the fabric of Jack's T-shirt. It hardened under the touch, and as the Doctor pinched--harder than he'd like, himself, and about perfect as far as Jack was concerned--Jack moaned and found it wasn't the only thing growing hard. "Could own you for a while," the Doctor said. Jack rocked his arse back in response to the words, feeling the beginnings of arousal in his lover. It sounded like a damn fine offer from where he was standing. He opened his mouth to answer, but the Doctor's other hand crept over his lips, silencing him. "Don't just say 'yes,' Jack. I want you to think about it, first. Because there's a catch." Jack closed his mouth and resisted the urge to lick the Doctor's palm. He made an inquiring noise. "If I own you," The Doctor went on, "you won't come until after Rose walks back through those doors."
Jack stilled. It was a promise and a threat. His body reacted to both, and as the Doctor's hand slipped away from his mouth and played its way down over his throat and chest, it only increased his arousal. But . . . "She could be gone for days," Jack said. He liked suffering, liked being teased but not brought, liked being made to wait for release. It was fantastic for an evening with his partners, but days? He shivered.
"Yup," the Doctor agreed. "Adds a bit of a random element to it, don't you think?" He found the button of Jack's jeans and fumbled with it a bit before using both hands to manage button and zip. "You can beg me as much as you want, but it'll be out of my hands. It could be hours, or it could be days. And you'll be suffering the whole time." Jack moaned softly. "I'll make sure of it." The Doctor's hand slipped inside Jack's pants, cupping and stroking a half-hard cock that wouldn't stay half-hard for long if he kept doing that.
Jack whimpered, caught between the Doctor's knowing fingers and the idea of surrendering himself to his lover's less-than-tender mercies for what might be a very long time. He grunted. "Unfair," he said, "asking me to make a decision while you're doing that."
The Doctor laughed, low in his throat. He worked his hand down farther and his fingertips stroked lightly over his partner's balls. It wrenched a strange little noise from Jack's throat. "Would you want it any other way?" the Doctor asked.
Jack found himself chuckling in return. "Hell no," he said, and then gasped as the Doctor squeezed just a little too hard.
The Doctor said, "Think about it, Jack. Makes no difference to me. I'm offering you the chance to be completely, delightfully miserable in some of the ways you like best."
When Jack didn't answer, the Doctor drew his hand away. "I didn't--" Jack started to protest.
The Doctor swatted his arse. "Go stand by the railing," he ordered.
Jack swallowed, both relieved that he hadn't lost the choice yet and suddenly concerned by his proximity to the TARDIS's doors. Rose could realize she'd left something on board and come back in at any moment. Given her mum's habit of running down to the pavement whenever she heard the TARDIS's engines, Jackie could be with her. Jack damn well knew why he was meant to stand by the railing. He crossed the few steps of deck to do it. Anybody walking in those doors was going to get an eyeful. Not that it bothered him, generally speaking, but Rose would be embarrassed and this was definitely on the list of things Jackie Tyler ought never to see.
The Doctor followed him. He drew Jack's jeans and pants down to mid-thigh, baring his arse and leaving him absolutely no room to part his legs. Or walk away, for that matter--not that there was any chance of Jack's doing that! Jack bent forward without being asked, folding his arms across the railing's padded top bar and resting his head on them. There were no preliminaries; the Doctor put two slick fingers inside him, pressing right on his prostate, and Jack found himself moaning softly and trying not to move. "You don't get anything," he gritted out between moans, "out of making me miserable."
The Doctor's fingers were firm as they stroked him. They didn't go very far: this wasn't about preparing him to be fucked. This was all about making it very, very hard for Jack to think. "No," the Doctor agreed as Jack squirmed under his touch. "But I get somethin' out of taking care of you, lad." Jack groaned and pushed back into the touch, but that just made the Doctor straighten his fingers so Jack couldn't get any pressure where he wanted it. When he whimpered and stilled his hips, the Doctor went back to teasing him. "You could have hours of this, Jack. You could have the kind of pain you really enjoy. I could really push you--I don't have to sleep for a few days."
"Oh . . . fuck," Jack muttered.
"You could be naked and helpless while I do things to you don't know if you really want. But you'll try them, because I'm asking you to. You have a safe word. You know what it's for. If you really want to stop, all you'll have to do is say it." Jack growled a little, which got him more pressure and a twist of deft fingers that made his knees weak. "The offer expires in sixty seconds. We can have a perfectly nice time staying in and doing nothing, if you'd rather. There's always books to be read, tertiary junctions to be cleaned--"
"Yes!" Jack interrupted, before the Doctor could spin his brain in any more circles. "Yes--please. I want to be yours. At your mercy. Subject to Rose's timing." He swallowed. "Please."
The Doctor's fingers withdrew. "Good lad," he said. Jack knew he ought to stand up, but he had to leave his head where it was for a minute. He was still reeling with anticipation and just the right touch of dread.
When he straightened up and faced the Doctor, the Time Lord's eyes went from his face to his very hard cock and back again. The Doctor smiled. "Now, Captain," he said quietly, "You're to go to wardrobe and find something more useful to wear. Something . . . " he considered, "easy-access."
Jack looked down at the floor. The Wallvan incident hadn't even crossed his mind since Rose left. "Yes, Doctor," he said. He pulled his trousers up enough that he could walk easily, though he couldn't begin to fasten them. As he started to walk past his partner, the Doctor caught him with one arm and drew him into a close embrace.
The Doctor was so good with words, but "I love you" wasn't on the list. Jack sighed and rested his chin on his lover's shoulder. It didn't have to be. After a minute, the Doctor said, "Wardrobe."
Jack smiled and kissed his lips. "Yes, Doctor."