more_flexible | New Year's Eve

"Jealous?" he asked, biting back a whimper. His whole body was buzzing, ready for this for hours. It was only the whiskey in his system that dulled the pain of it.

He twisted his wrist, fingers moving inside. "Madly," he grit between his teeth. "Were you trying to get me, or was that just you being a slut?"

"Just being a...who'm I in bed with, huh?" he challenged defiantly. "Not like you're pristine. Saw you too."

"Moral high ground," the Doctor replied simply, and crooked his fingers down. He knew exactly where to look to make him shut up.

"You and your mor...ohhhfuck," he groaned, arching once more and offering his ass as he dropped to his elbows.

At which point he pulled his fingers out, spitting on his cock twice. "You didn't bring anything, did you?"

He reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans, digging in the pocket and passing him the contents."Who the hell do you think I am?" he laughed softly.

He caught it and flipped the cap open with remarkable deftness, all things considered. "Fucking sexy, is what I think," he said, smearing the lube on his cock. The touch made him shiver.

He rolled his hips, groaning softly. "Then how could you think I wouldn't be a slut?"

"You're a slut because you want to be." This made sense in the Doctor's booze-addled mind, but only for about two seconds, as after that he slid into Jack, slow and careful. "And...god..."

He gasped, resting for a moment. "It doesn't matter as long as you're my Jack."

His eyes rolled back as he gasped deeply. "Doctor...I...ahhohfuck," he moaned as the last of the defiance slipped away.

Which was a pity, because the Doctor wanted to know. So he stopped moving, leaning over and whispering in his ear. "Tell me," he whispered, voice nearly breaking.

""I'm not," he insisted, rolling his ass and moaning softly.

"I know," the Doctor said, his voice actually breaking that time. And it was true, if he thought about it, but he didn't have the sense to say it in words. "Jack," he whispered, then wrapped an arm around him, arse easing up to slide almost all the way out before coming in again, slow and at a deeper angle. "Oh, Jack..."

It was almost too much work to open his eyes, and when he did the world spun around him. Everything whirled in slow motion, ebbing and flowing as he moved along with it. "Yeah," was about all he could manage to say, so he said it again and again.

Yeah was far, far better than no, and the Doctor moved harder, but it seemed like he was just...moving, moving into him and out again, bodies pressed together. He let out a whimper that was more like a sob.

Jack moaned softly, the feeling of being filled again and again too much to stay up for. His arms buckled and he fell onto his stomach, legs spread wide...and still the whispers continued.

"Jack..." The Doctor couldn't help but say his name and didn't know what else to say, pulling him closer even though his arm was stuck between him and the bed. It turned into a low moan as he grew closer, the delay of the alcohol starting to have less effect.

He buried his face in the pillow, ass grinding back and up as he reached up to hold the headboard. His moans grew louder, muffled by the bedding as he writhed beneath him wantonly.

There was definitely something to hypervodka. He pulled back, hips still meeting Jack's arse and slapping even faster, his fingers digging into his hips as he worked it. Finally, his eyes closed, back arched, and he came, crying out, hands leaving bruises on Jack's skin.

Jack finally turned his head, gasping for cooler air as he lifted his ass to meet those final thrusts, the heat pulsing in, filling him deep. "Love it," he whispered. "Love you...fuck..." he breathed.

He eased out, whimpering and gasping himself, unable to stay there, it ached so much. "Love you too," he murmured, lying (more like flopping) down beside him and wrapping an arm around him.

He rolled into the embrace, draping his arm over the Doctor's waist. Clumsy kisses moved along his chest and shoulder before he gave up the effort and simply nuzzled close, the soft hair of his chest tickling Jack's nose and lips.

Dimly, the Doctor was aware that Jack hadn't got off, and he became determined that he should, anyhow, having waited so long. He stretched into him, reaching down with his free hand to slowly run fingertips over hard cock. "Mm."

"Don't," he breathed, reaching down and grabbing his wrist. "Wait."

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