[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]

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.