[private party]

[more_flexible]

Jack dropped off the oysters to the kitchen as promised, still fresh enough to be eaten raw if anyone wanted to. He'd dashed to the laundry and picked out some dry clothes from the box and found a little bag for the pearls. Overall, he probably wasted a quarter of an hour making his way back to the shower to meet the Doctor. He could feel the salt dried in his hair and his back was sticky with it, not to mention his hands smelled of shell fish. A shower wasn't the worst idea ever.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

With a mental smirk, the Doctor had thought Jack wasn't much of one for God...but he didn't care enough to comment. Not now, not with the way Jack was talking to him, the way he sounded.

A man could get off on that alone.

"Yes," he panted, crying out at the heat of his mouth. "Yes. Jack!" And he came again, the orgasm sharper this time but dryer, falling back into him.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Do it...want you...yeah, like that," he purred, miling every drop as he pressed just against the hole, dragging his cock along the new slickness. "Doctor," he said as he kissed his neck softly; said it over and over as he held him close.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The pressure only made the Doctor cry out more and stiffen, but in a good way. He felt his knees just about give out, exhausted, and he shivered.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He let go of his cock, only to move both arms up and hold him close and tight. "You...just wanted me to...have to wash you again," he gasped as he pulled his hips back. It was almost too much, too close, too fresh and the instinct to get out fast was always there. It was nerve-wracking, how much the training coupled with his own attitudes conflicted with the way he just wanted to stay like this for as long as the Doctor would let him.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

But wasn't the Doctor always the one who pushed the envelope? Damned if he was going to have Jack bolt. He shifted so his back still pressed into Jack's chest. "Maybe," he whispered. "And maybe I just wanted you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

This was moving too fast. He'd loved him for so long, adored him, admired, all those things...if he'd know the Doctor felt the same back on the Game Station or before, things might have gone differently. Warnings all over, and Jack needed some sort of distance. Some sort of self.

"Everyone does," he said coldly, not letting go, but tensing a bit.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turned and looked him in the eye. "Jack..." he said, eyes dark, but it wasn't a warning, more almost begging him to understand.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack couldn't meet those eyes, so dark it was like they went on forever. He swallowed hard and made to reach for the soap again as he whispered, "Doctor..."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Don't run from me," the Doctor said quietly, kissing Jack's neck, just once. "Please."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He closed his eyes and rolled the soap around again before he nodded, just barely. "I'll try. I...yeah. Okay."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor tilted Jack's chin up and looked him in the eye, before kissing him gently, carefully.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Your friend doesn't trust me, and for all I know, he's right not to.

He'd said it before and it still held true, but things were different now. He couldn't trust himself, wasn't certain he could ever be trusted...but he trusted the Doctor.

And he would have told him, too, if he hadn't been kissing him back.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

And maybe the Doctor didn't trust Jack entirely, no. But he trusted him enough, with many things. And that would have to suffice...

God, Jack was good at kissing.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He could have melted into that kiss. The Doctor's lips were so soft, his mouth so warm. Jack held the soap in one hand as he held on around the Doctor's waist and tipped to the side to kiss him deeper, his tongue saying everything he wanted to without breath or voice.