[for the doctor]

[more_flexible]

Thursday was a spectacular day. Not too hot, not too humid, the sky was a gorgeous blue and the breeze stirred the air just enough. Jack woke with the sun and was finishing up the cutting of the treads. He had a pile of bamboo cut to length for spindles and he'd selected the nearby tree he'd use for the center support. Now all he needed was to assemble the spiral staricase up twenty feet or so, and then fix the landing so the short bridge would tie on.

Sometimes he was really happy with the bookshelf.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack stepped back and bumped him with his shoulder, breathing in sharply. It never had really healed well since...September...

"Sorry," he said tightly, wrenching away.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor frowned, stepping back and then stepping in to look at Jack's shoulder. "Christ," he said, catching him with a stronger grip than seemed possible, and taking a look. "You need to get something on that, or just rest it."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It's fine. It's always like this," he said, rolling it a little. "I should have rested it in October. Now, there's not much for it. I'll go get some Tylenol when we're done."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor leaned in, brow cocked. "What's left to do?" he asked, still gently setting Jack's shoulder back. He honestly didn't realise that his breath was warm against his skin. "Should ice it, too."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His jaw twitched as he grit his teeth hard to feel anything but how close he was. "Just cleaning up. And if you're not going to ice your ass, I'm not going to ice my shoulder."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"I don't want a cold arse," the Doctor replied, easing away with a brush of his fingers and sitting down on Jack's bed to retie his Chucks.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

So many things he could say, all of them leading him to think things he was trying to let go of, particularly that his ass was anything but cold.

"Well, I don't want a cold shoulder," he replied petulantly.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll think of another solution," the Doctor replied. He didn't get up from Jack's bed, because it was far more comfortable on a bruised tailbone than anywhere else.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You think then," he smirked. "I'm going down to pick up the scraps."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor sprawled out on Jack's bed, honestly not knowing what he looked like. "Go ahead, I'm comfortable."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He looked like trouble and Jack just nodded and left the room as quick as he could.