[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]

"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..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"How much more?" he asked, his whole body moving against the Doctor as he shifted to kiss down his neck and trace the shell of his ear with his tongue. "I'll give you everything you want."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He shivered, pressing into him. "Touch me, keep touching me," he said softly, hips shifting a little out of sheer physical need. "But not...I can't do more. I can't sleep, Jack...help me?" The thought of intercourse made him vaguely sick, somehow, made his cock twitch in the not-pleasant way. But god, he needed to be held, touched, even just a hand on his arm.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded again, breathing against his neck as he kissed down to his shoulder. "Just relax," he said. "Let me kiss you."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Remarkably, the Doctor did, finding himself relaxing a little, still tense, and closing his eyes as he rested against Jack.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Legs and arms, hands and lips, Jack touched him everywhere with a gentle slowness that he'd never really had the patience for before. Tonight...he wasn't even hard. He was tired to the core, but kissing, touching, being close, it helped him just as much as he hoped it was helping the Doctor.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He nuzzled up against Jack, loving the touch, but the pain was still visible in his face and muscles. Both of them knew it wouldn't go away entirely, but it was pushed aside without being forgotten by the intimacy. Murmuring a soft moan, he gently nipped his neck before kissing again, holding on tight.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I love you," he whispered, kissing down along his collarbone. "My Doctor...God, I love you."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The thought of love terrified him, but it made the ache ease a little. "I love you too, Jack," he whispered, holding on even tighter.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Everywhere he could reach with is lips, he kissed. Everytwhere he could touch with light fingertips, he did. He could feel the twin heartbeat against his chest and the tightness of the muscles, but he wasn't going to let go. Not for anything.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The touch made him moan softly, eyes squeezing even further shut and nails digging lightly into Jack's back. He could feel his cock twitch once against his thigh. Jack wasn't hard, but that didn't upset him; instinctively he knew that was how it should be. "Please," he whispered, lips right where neck met shoulder.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and reached up, gently peeling the Doctor's arms away, only to hold him to the bed. Braced over him, he looked at the pain written on his face for just a moment before bending low and trailing kisses across his body. Over chest and ribs, down to the soft skin of his stomach.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

For a moment, the Doctor had sheer panic, then realised that Jack would understand, wouldn't pull him into anything he didn't want. He relaxed a little into the bed and reached down to touch Jack's hair.