New Year's Eve

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Jack had gotten Ianto and Gwen tucked in for the night and warmed up by the fire before heading upstairs. He entered the Doctor's room quietly, just watching him sleep for a minute before stripping down and sliding into bed beside him. "Hey," he whispered. "Wake up?"

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

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.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"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.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

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.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

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.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

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."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor actually obeyed him, freezing in place. He turned red. Redder. "Sorry..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His hand closed tightly around the Doctor's slender wrist as he found the leverage to push him onto his back. He found his other wrist easily and held him down, nudging his legs apart to settle between them. "Now it's my turn," he said, a low edge of danger in his voice.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Oh god.

There was something in Jack's voice that terrified him, but also turned him on, made his cock jerk slightly and ache as he pressed against the sheets, hard or not. "Okay," he said, slowly lifting his ass.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack let go of his wrist just so he could palm the globe of a cheek, leaning in to bite carefully. "I promised to fuck you raw, didn't I?" he grinned, looking around for the abandoned tube.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"ohgod. yeah." The Doctor shivered, from both the cooling sweat and from the fact that if Jack had 'promised', then it would happen. And hurt. And be fantastic.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He spied it quickly and flicked it open, slicking his fingers and driving two in before the lube even had a chance to get warm. "Who would you rather be with, Doctor? Rob? House, tied up and begging for his cock?" he asked harshly as he got him wet. "Or do you want Gwen? A little cunt on the side just to prove you can?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turned and looked at him over his shoulder. "Pick one," he retorted, beginning to buck back and forth, clenching around his fingers. "Or maybe all of them. I'm the slut here, if anyone."

It wasn't exactly true, but it...just sort of came out.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You are," he shot back, working a third finger in roughly. "Who else. Tell me who you want so bad you can taste it."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He cried out, in pain actually, back stiffening for a moment as he gasped for breath, then grit his teeth together. "Ianto," he got out. "Sarah Jane. Fred. Jack fucking Harkness, the prick."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack leaned over him, fingers easing in as deep as they'd go. "And Lisa. And Dale. And Ace. And everyone I fucking care about," he breathed against his spine, twisting his wrist before pulling his fingers out and grabbing his cock. There wasn't much lube left, but if there had been it would have defeated the whole 'fucked raw' thing. He was so hard e ached as he pressed against his hole, teasing him with what he could do.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor shook his head, but he knew it didn't matter. He whimpered, knowing this was a really bad idea, but he ended up still shaking his head and lifting his ass for Jack to take it.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He pressed in slowly, patiently waiting for him to relax and open to him. "And you're still so eager to give it up to me. You think you're safe because I love you? Worship you? Because I still want you, even when you fuck me over, again and again?" he asked.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

It was hard to relax when Jack was talking like that, but the booze helped. It helped a lot. But it didn't make the Doctor any less of a fighter. He looked back over his shoulder and nearly spat out the words. "I never think I'm safe. Ever."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack caught him by the hair, pulling to keep his head up while he sank in fully. He used his weight to push the Doctor flat to the bed, his whole body laid over him. "Are you trying to make me hate you?" he asked softly, terrified of either answer.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The answer was delayed while he cried out, pinned to the bed by Jack's body, yes, but moreso and more emphatically, emotionally, by his cock. His hips shifted and he moaned, trying not to be turned on. "It's all I fucking deserve," he replied, swallowing hard. "Easier than forgiveness."