[for the doctor]

[more_flexible]

Jack wasn't sure how he was feeling. Torn between his future self and his past self and what he'd become here and now. It was so strange, allowing himself to open up a fraction at a time.

The only thing he was sure of was that he couldn't sleep alone. Ace had stayed last night, but tonight he wanted something she couldn't do. Or he wouldn't do to her. However that worked.

One flight down and he was in the Doctor's room without a word, in his bed with nearly a sound, and kissing him like he hadn't kissed him in a long time.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack lifted his head and looked at him, his eyes burning even in the darkened room. "Fuck me," he said softly.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's eyes met his, flashing dark for a moment. "Get it, then?" he said, his voice just as quiet as he let go so Jack could do so.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He moved over, scrabbling for his jeans and coming back up after a moment. "I..." he started to explain, but words failed him again. He swallowed hard and flashed a shy smile. "I love you," he said again, reassuring himself as much as telling the Doctor.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"I love you," the Doctor replied, looking back at him and smiling softly. He reached out and offered Jack his hand.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled back and took his hand. He'd always take that hand if it was offered. Leanng in, he kissed him softly. "No pain," he murmured against his lips. "Don't hurt me."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Won't," he murmured, slipping the tube out of Jack's hand and into his own, before kissing the corner of his mouth and murmuring. "Promise. You want to be on top?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No," he answered as he settled into the bed. "I want you on me. Wanna hold you," he admitted."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Kay," he answered softly, climbing up between his legs and trailing a single kiss down across his chest while he slicked his fingers. He didn't bother with one, went straight to two, the heat making him moan a little.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He spread wide, breathing in slow and deep through his nose as he watched the Doctor's eyes. Hands traced softly up his sides, pulling and pushing at the same time. "God," he exhaled, grinding down.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Dark brown eyes met Jack's blue ones, and he swallowed, trembling but confident enough to carefully twist his wrist back and forth, crook his fingers inside him. A few pieces came together in his mind, and he began to think about what this was really about.

And the need to help Jack resolved, firm, in his mind.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack moaned, low, his lips parting as his eyes fell shut. His arms slid back and curled over the Doctor's shoulders and he drew his knees up, opening his thighs as wide as possible. He'd seen stright into him, like always.

If anyone could help him, it was the Doctor.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, fingers crooking inside to stroke just the right place before he pulled out and started to lube his cock, free hand cupping his jaw. "Always saw it."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He cried out and gasped a breath in, hips rolling and grinding a his fingers brushed over his prostate and his cock, already hard, began to ache. "Need..." he managed to whimper, looking half-lidded at him, "...you."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

He'd waited a moment too long, and his eyes silently apologised as he pressed in, the pressure unbearable at first, then easy with the lube. He rested his forehead on Jack's shoulder, reaching the hilt quickly before looking back up at him.

"I'm here."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His cries grew louder as he clung to him, legs dragging up his sides and wrapping around. "So sorry," he managed between gasps before craning his head off the pillow to kiss his shoulders and chest.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, Jack," he whispered, voice growing ragged from the tight heat around him as he started to move, one hand moving up into his hair. "I forgive you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The cracks weren't going to close any tie soon, but he'd be damned if he caved and used some awful pottery metaphor.

The words were enough. The words and the motion. The way they fit, the way he filled him. He shouldn't be using sex as a crutch, but God...he needed it. Needed this. Needed.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Eventually, the problem was that there was only so much one could fix, being stuck here, with the spacetime continuum as it was. This time, if a crutch helped Jack live through it...the Doctor would do it.

They fit well together, him and Jack, and he breathed warm air against his neck, thrusts long and slow, but hard enough to count, to matter and bring them forward. Physically, it was going to drive him mad, something about human sex that still terrified him every time.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Tell me you love me," he begged, holding on and moving wih him.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"I love you," he whispered in his ear. "Always have, always will."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack tipped his hips, forcing a change of angle and groaned low as the Doctor sank deep. Nails dug into his shoulders a little as Jack held on tighter. He could feel the tightness, the burn rising in the core of him, bringing him closer. Everything else fell away, lost in this. This perfect moment where it was just about feeling good and sharing it with someone else.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The angle made Jack tighter, made the friction drag against him, and he moaned and dragged his fingers down to hold his hips and pull himself in even more. "Jack, sweet Jack," he breathed, one hand moving to grasp his cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Need," he gasped again and again, the mantra rising with the pace. The friction against his cock and the drag against the hole with every thrust blurred the world around them until all he could focus on was the Doctor's face.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Jack was close, he could tell, and he was close too, and there wasn't anything else to it but that and love and the bed. "Shh," he whispered, and moved up to kiss him, his own breathing turning into ragged pants.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The word faded to just the low moan of nnnn as he pulled and writhed, grinding down and thrusting into his hand, the need building and growing and rising until he came with a gasp, clinging to the Doctor as warm wetness covered his stomach.