"noitsokay," he managed to get out, though perhaps a condom would have slowed things down a little. Then again, if he didn't have control, who was he, anyway...
He slicked his fingers once more and slid two inside without warning, gasping at the warmth almost as if they were his cock. "Christ, Jack."
He spread his legs and pushed against him, reaching over his head to grasp the bedposts. His cock stood erect again, but his own need had slaked. All he wanted was filled...well and truly fucked.
"Please," he begged again as he strained to feel more. "Need it, slick or not. Fucking do it. Want me...take me," he whispered as he ground down on his fingers, writhing like a whore.
"Shh, gorgeous," the Doctor whispered, bending down to kiss his neck again, but he pulled his fingers away.
A few seconds later he was guiding his cock inside, using only the slickness left by his fingers. The friction made him ache, cry out, arching forward over Jack as he pushed in. "Yes, god yes."
It had been days...he didn't even know how many days. Not since the last time with the Doctor, that was certain. It ached, stretched him almost like the first time, and he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth trying to relax.
He could feel the ache, could feel Jack trembling as he tried to calm himself down. "Sweet Jack," he whispered against his skin, stroking his arm and weaving his fingers in his hair. He slowed to a stop once he reached the hilt, even though his cock was aching for more.
It took forever, or maybe just a few seconds, but he relaxed and wrapped a leg around the Doctor, tipping his ass to take him just a little deeper. "Gods, you feel so good," he whispered as he brought his arms down to hold him. "I miss you when you aren't right. here." he said, puctuating his words with a gentle roll of his hips, groaning at the drag against his hole, the nerves there vividly alive.
His breath caught sharply at the movement, slow as it was, and he moved up to bury his face in Jack's neck, hips starting to move in a slow sweet drag without his own volition. "I do love you," he whispered. "You...tell me you know."
"I know you do," he said softly. "I know you love me. The way you look. The way you touch. Jealous...want me," he gasped, pulling at him with his leg every time he pulled back. "You love...won't leave..."
It was harder to think, his head buzzing as a hundred images raced through his mind. The Doctor in the shower, on the stage, walking down the path, in his bed, in House's bed, tied down, cock so hard...
Jack cried out and bucked against him hard. "Fuck me," he growled.
The buck made him cry out again too, pull Jack's hair, desperate for something he just couldn't reach. So he moved faster, harder, drove in with sharp short gasps, shifting to reach every last inch that he could. His other hand moved down to hold his hip, cup the muscle underneath as his leg lifted so that he could pull himself deeper.
He moved with him, sweat breaking across his chest and stomach so they slipped against each other. It was all hands and legs and grunts and gasps and Jack craned his head up to kiss the Doctor, something between rough and desperate. "Love me," he said, nearly begging. "Love me. Right now...just me..."
The Doctor moved up and kissed him hard, almost violently, without saying anything, and for maybe just half a second forgot about anything but kissing before the memories came back. He gasped in surprise at it, tne kind of forgetting that he'd only felt with other people...but that half second was Jack's.
And he felt it. He knew. It was brief, but he could almost taste it as well as feeling it and he opened his eyes. Hands skimmed along his back and he smiled against the kiss. "You love me," he whispered, his hand mirroring the Doctor's and gripping his hair. "I adore you. I have for so long. I'd do anything for you," he said, this time not actually meaning anything. His voice didn't have that raw edge of devotion it used to.
He smiled a little, remarkably softly, at the words, and opened his eyes to meet Jack's. "I know," he whispered, then kissed him again, softer this time, as he started to move, something satisfied even though his body wasn't. "Don't stop..."
He couldn't have stopped if he'd been told to. The slide and pull had him nearly senseless, whispering the Doctor's name and gutteral curses in whatever language rolled of his tongue at the moment. His other leg came up and he locked his ankles, pulling...pushing...holding...scratching...screaming and bucking and holding tight as he came again, dry and hard.
The clench and burn of Jack's orgasm hit him hard, made it so he could barely move, and he knew it wouldn't be long, between that and the little bit of peace of mind he had. He shook, crying out from low in his throat as he drew closer, thrusting as best he could before he couldn't move anymore.
"Jack," he whispered, and came hard, eyes rolling to shut as he let out a deep moan.
He stopped beneath the Doctor, holding on with arms and legs. His entire abdomen seized as he felt the heat spread through him, the thickness pulsing against his hole and deeper...so deep.
He couldn't really think anymore, barely could manage breathing as he finished and collapsed, head resting on Jack's chest. Somehow he was completely and utterly exhausted.
He finally untangled himself from around the Doctor, moaning softly as he slipped from his body. He didn't let him go, though. Jack held him to his chest as he toed the blanket up over them both and closed his eyes. It was so simple like this. Just the two of them, holding one another. One more drowsy kiss against his hair and Jack fell asleep, the weight and heat and closeness the perfect ending to the day.
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:15 am (UTC)He slicked his fingers once more and slid two inside without warning, gasping at the warmth almost as if they were his cock. "Christ, Jack."
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:21 am (UTC)"Please," he begged again as he strained to feel more. "Need it, slick or not. Fucking do it. Want me...take me," he whispered as he ground down on his fingers, writhing like a whore.
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:29 am (UTC)A few seconds later he was guiding his cock inside, using only the slickness left by his fingers. The friction made him ache, cry out, arching forward over Jack as he pushed in. "Yes, god yes."
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:53 am (UTC)It was harder to think, his head buzzing as a hundred images raced through his mind. The Doctor in the shower, on the stage, walking down the path, in his bed, in House's bed, tied down, cock so hard...
Jack cried out and bucked against him hard. "Fuck me," he growled.
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Date: 2006-12-02 07:37 am (UTC)"Jack," he whispered, and came hard, eyes rolling to shut as he let out a deep moan.
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Date: 2006-12-02 07:43 am (UTC)"Doctor," he whispered, finally. "My own."
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