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The Doctor was really, really annoyed at the TARDIS right now. She was enjoying Amy and Rory’s, er, activities entirely too much. And it’s when you have a ship that’s psychic, it’s impossible to get away from its moods. And right now, he was very horny. He’d been trying to patch up some auxiliary functions that he hadn’t made use of in a while when jolts of sexual energy had pulsed through him. Again. He’d been off even thinking about sex since he locked the time war away. But this body was young, and his companions were very... enthusiastic. He was happy for them, he really was, but he didn’t want a part of their relationship, and he was readily getting tired of wanking. It was good, no denying it. He hadn’t done that in just as long, so it was fun when it happened. But his passengers were still at it like newlyweds, every single night. It didn’t interfere with their adventures any, so he hadn’t done anything or talked to them about it.
The energy came again, orgasmic this time, and he almost came right there. Maybe it was over, he hoped as he willed his erection to go away. But no such luck, more arousal coursed through him as he grabbed his jacket and stalked around the console. He was going out. He chose a nice, no-questions-asked bar in a fairly secluded location. He was fairly sure he wouldn’t be recognised here. He willed his erection down once more, left a psychic message for the Ponds if they ventured as far out as the control room, and stormed out.
The bar was nice and full, a good place for anonymity. He was about a millenium out from the Ponds’ time, no worries about weird stuff there, that was good. Feeling fine, he wandered up to the bar. He ordered himself something non alcoholic, though, not particularly wanting to dull his senses. He was just finishing his first Arcturan Fizz when the bartender brought him another, “Compliments of the gent in the coat.” The Doctor looked to where the bartender was pointing, and smiled.
There, waving at him, was Captain Jack Harkness. He didn’t look a day older than when they’d last left off. He had a bit of a predatory look on, too. The Doctor was pretty sure Jack didn’t recognise him. He made his decision instantly and smiled coyly at Jack, a sure invitation to join the empty seat next to him. This was going to be fun. Two of his favourite games as one.
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Jack had watched the boy come in, a bit on edge. He’d relaxed when he’d received his drink, although Jack knew it wasn’t alcoholic. He was tall, but just short of Jack’s height. He wore the most adorable tweed jacket and bowtie, and he looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Jack watched him drinking, a tinge of guilt in his eyes. He clearly needed a distraction, and Jack was eager to provide it. He bought the man another of the fizzy concotion he was drinking and beamed at him with his best flirtatious look. The man looked confused at first, as if wondering who would buy him a drink. Jack would have to remedy that attitude, he was downright sexy. When the boy spotted him at the end of the bartender’s reach, he immediately turned on the flirt. Jack wasn’t complaining, though, this was looking to be a good night. The man gestured to the seat beside him, and Jack wasted no time going to sit next to him
He stuck his hand out. “Captain Jack Harkness. And you are?”
The man blushed, taking his hand gently, “Dr. John Smith.” He smiled up at Jack, eyes shy through his fringe. He was so confident about it Jack knew he realy had met someone unfortunate enough to have that name. He could barely keep from giggling.
“What do you study, Dr. Smith?”
“History, Captain.” Jack could see his loins starting to react. This night was looking good.
“Call me Jack.” The man nodded. He reached over to the man’s neck, “I like your bow-tie, John.” He was fondling it suggestively when his lips were crashed into by John’s eager mouth. They abandoned the bar quickly, retreating, snogging all the way to the alley way.
John pulled back, “Do you have a place we can go?” Jack was used to men not being comfortable in the street or showing him their quarters. And if this man was at the local university, well, there was a reason this bar was well-hidden. Jack nodded quickly, and led him to his car.
Jack had managed a nice flat in a busy part of town. The owner was nice and very willing to look the other way when it came to Jack’s indiscretions. And the flat itself was nice enough to put the better-off, like John seemed to be, at ease, reassuring them they weren’t going to be trafficked or murdered. They barely managed to keep their hands off each other throughout the hallways. As soon as the door was shut and locked, John jumped him, his sweet, gorgeous, hot mouth was all over him. Jack half just wanted to enjoy these sensations, but he really wanted more. He dragged John into the bedroom, shedding their clothes as they went.
They were both shirtless by the time they got to the bedroom, and John faltered, as if unsure of himself. “Shh.. Don’t worry, John. I will take care of you.” Jack whispered, nuzzling his ear as he said it. John whimpered and melted into Jack’s touch, and he laid him nicely on the bed. Jack crawled over him, kissing his bare torso and neck. John just lay there, squirming and gasping, but clearly enjoying his touches. After a bit, his hips had even started to buck. He was clearly comfortable underneath another man.
“Please,” he cried softly, letting forth a most delicious moan, “please fuck me. I want you in me.” His gasps belied this as truth, hips more needy now. Jack murmured a positive response before starting in on getting John’s trousers off. Barely any time had passed when they were panting and unclothed, rubbing, touching, feeling. Jack reached for the nightstand drawer and found the lube. He delicately smeared John’s hole with it and gently pushed in his first finger. He was rewarded with a deeply appreciative moan. Ooh, he wanted to hear more of those wonderful noises. He wriggled his finger around until he found the spot that made the man under him writhe, moaning his name. It was time for a second finger.
By the time Jack had fully prepared John to take him, John was reduced to whimpers and moans of “Oh, Jack,” “Please,” and “More.” And that was definitely helping Jack closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he pulled out a condom, rolled it onto himself, and lined himself up with John’s puckering hole. “Jack, I don’t think I can stand to wait any longer.” That was plenty for Jack to let go and drive home. John’s arse was wonderful, and then he started clenching his muscles, trying to pull more of him in. Jack set a quick pace, constantly moaning John’s name, and came very quickly, John tipped over by Jack’s orgasm pulsing inside him. They cleaned up swiftly and silently and then fell into post-coital, blissful sleep.
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Jack woke to warmth. His head was a bit foggy before he realised the warmth was the man in his bed, still sleeping gorgeously from their activities last night. _John,_ thought Jack, affectionately. He lay back down, his head on the man’s chest, and the man cuddled him back. Jack was starting to sink back into the warmth of sleep when a sound brought him wide awake. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. The heartbeat of a time lord. He sat up in shock, and a cold wave of air hit the man underneath him, and he stirred, waking. The man. The time lord. Dr. John Smith. John Smith, Doctor. “Doctor.” Everything came crashing down.
The man under him squirmed and stretched, taking his time to wake. “Yes, Jack,” he replied and Jack could see the weight of nine hundred years settle back into place.
“Why? Doctor...” He literally didn’t know what to say. This was so much more wonderful, yet so much worse.
The Doctor pulled him in close, petting him, his head. Kissing him gently. “Because I always take care of everyone, and sometimes I need someone to take care of me. And I also get off on it.” He quirked a smile.
Jack pulled away just enough to look him in the eye. “It was real though?”
“Of course, Jack. I do want you. It’s been a complicated couple of regenerations, but I’m willing to admit it now.” He waited for Jack to nod his acquiescence. “I want this. I can be your Doctor, taking care of you by day, but come night, I’d like to be your John.”
Jack purred into his Doctor’s shoulder. “I’d like that, Doctor. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” was the short, quiet, ever-sweet reply.
~
Amy and Rory were entirely unsure about what was happening. The Doctor had brought home a man, and the TARDIS had become more distant. The man’s name was Jack, but it was weird, because when the TARDIS started to get frisky and it wasn’t their doing, all the two of them could hear was a voice of longing, “John”.