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The beds had been easy once Stu showed him how. One tree cut to make four posts, another split to make four rails, and rope criss-crossed to fashion a spring form for the matress to lay on. Overall not a bad job.

Jack had made three, with a couple more ready to be assembled. He'd painstakingly gotten matresses together with dry grasses and fabric the box had coughed up when he flirted with it a little. Granted, it was garishly printed muslin from the late sixties and early seventies, but it held the grass, it was soft and strong, and it did the trick.

He'd only prepared one of the beds, though. He'd like to say that was all the bedding he could find, but the truth of it was it was their first night in the treehouse and Jack and the Doctor were alone. The only light came from a couple oil lamps and the only things in the place were the beds and some chairs, but that didn't really matter...

Jack was looking forward to one thing and one thing only.

His Partner.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He spit into his hand and nodded, rubbing it onto his cock. Slow...yeah, he'd do slow. But he wasn't in any mood to prepare him, or he'd spend ages just fucking him with his hand, and his cock wasn't about to let that happen. So he lifted Jack's hips and spread him slowly.

"This might hurt," he warned, pressing against his ass, looking him in the eye.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he groaned, wanting it, needing to feel something more than the ache of desire. Besides, if it got too bad, there was always the bottle handy. "Fuck me," he said, challenging the Doctor with just a look.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He didn't need to be told twice, and met Jack's look with one of his own, as well as a firm thrust inwards. The resistance felt good, so good, christ...and he worked his way in to the hilt with slight twists of his hips.

"Haven't taken it for a while, have you," he said, voice low.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Legs dragged up the Doctor's sides, holding on to his hips and keeping his ass angled so he could fuck him deep and slow. "Long time," he agreed. "Two weeks...too long."

Hands moved smoothly up his arms at hold him around the shoulders as he rocked his hips into every thrust.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Closing his eyes, he breathed in deep, just for a moment, and then opened them, flashing dark at Jack. "Definitely too long. You're the one who's beautiful," he whispered, shifting his hips to thrust deeper and make the most of the angle.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack gasped and held on tighter with both legs and arms. Arching back hard, a deep moan began in his throat as he rocked and pulled against the Doctor. "And...you want me..." he breathed, the burning pressure subsiding to pure ecstacy. "Have me..."