[for the doctor]

[more_flexible]

What a fucking day. Jack came back to his room and did the right thing, letting others have his bed. Tosh. Gwen. Ianto. They were going to need more rooms or something.

But tonight he was worn down and raw. He'd had enough honesty for one night. Right now he could just go for the right kind of Doctor.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hadn't got out of bed since he'd come back from talking with House and Death in the compound. Lying there, he was presumably reading, but he hadn't turned a page in over an hour, trying to work out what he would say to Rob, and getting up the balls to do it.

It was funny how love did that, made you more afraid than you'd ever been.

He heard the knock on his door and turned. "Yeah?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack walked in, closing the door behind him. "Another new arrival. Can I sleep here?" he said quietly.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turned and looked, meeting him with a slight, sad smile. "Yeah," he said. "Of course. Who is it now?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Toshiko Sato," he said, pulling his shirt off as he crossed tot he bed. "Torchwood. Doctor and genius at maths and computers. Apparently I recruit her at some point," he explained as the jeans came off too.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

By now Jack and nudity were comfortable, and the Doctor didn't even blink. He was already in his pajamas, not quite understanding how Jack could constantly sleep naked in this weather. "Good person, then?" he asked, making room for Jack on the bed. "If you wanted to sleep straightaway, I can set the book aside," he offered. "Wasn't really reading much anyway."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"She's fantastic," he nodded, crawling in to bed. "I just don't want any more questions," he sighed. "Read or talk, I don't mind."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He felt vaguely awkward being on top of the sheets with Jack under them, and so he slipped in, setting the book aside, and clicked the oil lamp off. He knew how it was with new people.

Settling in, he curled up a little, not exactly ignoring Jack, but drawn in on himself instinctively.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack took a deep breath and settled in next to him, rolling a little to drape his arm over him. "You're not your usual chatty self. What's up?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

It was startling to find himself rolling back into Jack, taking comfort from just physical nearness. And even though he was certain Jack had heard by now, he said it anyway. "Rob and I had a fight. A bad one. I found out...something that I confronted him about. He left."

He wanted to tell Jack, but he didn't know how.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"What did you find out?" he asked as his arm tightened around him, pulling him that much closer.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"That...someone he'd been with. Someone who's still here...had broken his nose. Nearly raped him." This was said with mostly calm. "I asked him why he didn't tell me...and they're still friends and he said he loved him. I told him he should have done something, that it was fucked up and that he was mad to be like that, and he told me that this was what was really fucked up..."

He trailed off, trembling by now, breathing shaky. "He gave me back something that I'd given him. And he left."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh...fuck," he sighed, holding on tighter still. "Think he'll come back? He's got to come back..."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Death said, and House said, that I should go talk to him. I just don't know when. I don't know how to yet." He leaned back further into him and gulped. "Hurts so bad, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I can tell," he said softly. "What can I do?"

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, breathing ragged in the darkness, then stripped off his shirt and leaned back against him. "Just hold on," he said, trembling. "Please."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Bare skin to bare skin, Jack held on. Not that he needed to be asked. Hands smoothed over his stomach and a single kiss fell between his shoulders. "I can do that."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He nodded once, then was silent for a moment or two before he started crying. It wasn't the sort of tears that got Gwen's shirt full of snot, just quiet sobs, almost inaudible.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

And still he held on, hands stroking over his chest and stomach and lips and nose pressed to the back of his neck. "I have you," he whispered. "I won't let go."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The honest truth was that he didn't know what he was feeling. The pain, yes, that was obvious, and his love for Rob, which ached. But there was more there, his love for Jack, how House had said to never take him for granted, the fact that his body was reacting at least slightly to the fact that Jack was naked up against him, the daze of having another from Jack's not-exactly-life appear.

He swallowed and turned in his arms, burying his face in his shoulder and putting one arm around him. "msorry," he murmured.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It's okay," he purred soothing and soft, cradling the Doctor to his shoulder. "It'll be okay."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The problem was that he wanted more than this, but he didn't want sex exactly. Maybe touching and holding and he hadn't slept more than an hour or so over the last two nights and didn't know how to make it happen.

He pressed his lips to Jack's shoulder, not knowing how to say it, to ask for intimacy or comfort, because that wasn't what he did.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He stroked his hair tenderly, kisses lightly moving along his forehead. "I've got you," he whispered, his leg draping over the Doctor to hold him more completely.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Hips shifting slightly to make it more comfortable, he stretched and ran the kisses up Jack's neck, slowly and without the desperation of need, though he was slightly hard under his pajamas. The tinge of pleasurable ache was a relief to the dull pain he'd had for days. "Don't stop?" he asked.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack closed his eyes and smiled in the dark, kissing along to his temple, upon each eyelid, and over his cheeks. His palms moved evenly and slowly over his back from the tight muscle of his shoulders to the swell of his ass.

"You don't even have to ask."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Want to," he replied, almost defiantly, lips pressed against the soft skin right where his jaw met his neck. Slowly, hoping Jack knew what he meant, he slid out of his pants, then clung to Jack, leg twining with his.

"More?" he asked, cheek resting against his. "Please..."