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Fic: Coats perception_filter (Ten/Jack) [adult]
Title: Coats
Author: perception_filter![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knm1234
Challenge: Winter Companions 2010 fest
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: Human Nature/Family of Blood
Prompt: Ten and Jack swap coats
A/N: Just in under the wire! Beta read by the fantasticcanaana, but because I was so late getting it to her, I can't do the amount of rewriting I would have liked to. Don't blame her!
Jack appraises himself in a full-length mirror in the wardrobe room, twisting left and right. As he spins around quickly, the brown coat swirls at his ankles and he grins at the Doctor.
“A bit tight across the shoulders, but it looks good, right?”
“Suits me better,” mock-scowls the Doctor. “Stay out of the pockets.”
Jack tries again to do up the buttons and gives up, holding the coat closed around the waist and turning his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder. He gives himself an appreciative look and turns back to the Doctor.
“As for you,” he says, eyeing up the Doctor dressed in an unbuttoned grey military greatcoat and nothing else. “Words fail me.”
Turning up the collar of Jack’s coat, the Doctor inhales the scent and looks up at Jack from under heavy lids. “It smells of you.”
“And now it’ll smell of you.” Jack holds his hands out, letting the brown coat fall open. “Now get over here.”
The Doctor takes in Jack’s naked body under his coat and swallows before making his way across the room, eyes darkening as he approaches. Jack drops the smile and all but stands to attention as his lover walks around him, trailing a cool hand over the brown coat as he goes. He stops behind Jack and runs his open palms up the sleeves.
“Deltoids,” he murmurs, holding briefly to Jack’s shoulders before his hands move down to the mass of muscle at the tops of the arms. “Biceps,” he squeezes firmly and carries on to the underside of the arm. “Triceps.” He rubs with his palm, feeling Jack tremble slightly under his touch. The Doctor’s hands move downwards with gentle pressure. “Brachioradialis.” Holding each arm under the elbow, he feels his way over the mass of muscle beneath.
“You’re so...big, Jack,” he sighs. Realising he’s just passed the man a shot at open goal, he waits for the inevitable smutty comment, but Jack simply exhales and leans his head back.
The Doctor continues to caress those thick arms in his own coat. “Broad. Solid. Strong.” His hand slips smoothly to Jack’s arse. “Strapping,” he enunciates, massaging first one cheek, then the other. Jack stays silent and still, regulating his breathing to stop himself panting.
“You barely fit in my coat,” the Doctor all but whispers into Jack’s hair. “All that muscle, that strength. It’s... Oh, Jack.”
They turn to face each other, the Doctor winding a hand into Jack’s hair. Jack slips his hands under the greatcoat to hold his lover’s waist. They gaze at each other for a long moment, both men quivering slightly but holding back, extending the moment. Time seems to slow down before Jack leans forward and their lips touch briefly.
Jack moves to make a grab for the grey coat but the Doctor is too fast for him, and he slips down to the floor. His hands run over Jack’s thighs, squeezing the taut muscles as he takes his lover into his mouth. A light graze with his teeth makes Jack growl and grab the Doctor’s hair.
The Doctor’s lips slide down to the base of Jack’s cock and he takes his balls in hand, rolling and squeezing gently. He feels Jack tense up and takes advantage, running a hand under the coat and across Jack’s arse. The other hand joins it and he grabs a buttock in each hand as he continues to suck. Spreading his hands out, he squeezes and parts Jack’s cheeks. Jack groans and tries to hold back a thrust, putting his hands against the wall behind him to hold him steady.
“Doc, please,” he groans “If you don‘t stop I’ll...”
The Doctor releases Jack and stands up, grinning. “Isn’t that the point?” He sucks the base of Jack’s neck.
Jack shudders. “Not until I’ve had some fun.” He straightens up and grabs the Doctor’s shoulders, spinning them around so the Doctor is against the wall. “You, naked, in my coat? No way am I missing this party.”
This time the kiss is far from soft, as lips, teeth and tongues battle for dominance. Jack winds his arms under his coat and grabs the Doctor by his waist and back, pulling him tight so their erections press against each other. They both groan a little. The Doctor’s large, cool hand snakes between their bodies and around both their cocks and they grind against each other, breathing heavily.
“How d’you wanna play this?” Jack growls.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow. “You’re wearing the coat, Jack.”
Jack smiles slowly. “My call.” Eyeing the Doctor steadily, he kisses him hard on the lips and moves his mouth to the Doctor’s ear. “Fuck me,” he whispers, taking the Doctor’s hand and leading him across the room. He pulls a large, velvet-covered chest across to the front of the mirror.
The Doctor snorts. “You’re so vain, Jack,” and takes Jack’s cock in his fist, tugging sharply.
“Oh yeah,” gasps Jack, closing in for a kiss. They press against each other, grabbing each other’s heads. They lick, suck, devour, pushing against each other urgently. After some time, the Doctor tugs Jack’s hair and pulls away. Turning Jack around to face the mirror, he stands against his back and grabs Jack’s cock again. Jack turns his head for a kiss but the Doctor cups his chin and turns him back to the mirror.
“Watch, Jack,” he whispers, pumping leisurely. They watch each other in the mirror as the Doctor slowly runs his long tongue from collar to ear, sucking on the lobe. He smiles as Jack gasps. “You want to watch me fuck you, Jack? Want to see how you look when I’m pounding deep inside you? Want to see your face when you come?”
“Hell yeah,” breathes Jack, leaning his head back. “God, Doctor...yes.”
With a nip to Jack’s neck, the Doctor moves his hand to Jack’s back, pushing him firmly over the chest. Jack bends, leaning on his elbows, and looks behind him.
“Face forward, Jack.” The Doctor drops to his knees.
“No fair, I can’t see you,” Jack complains to the mirror, then shudders as the brown coat is parted at the back and moved up over his hips.
The Doctor parts Jack’s legs and licks from the base of his cock to his arse, opening the cheeks with his hands and running his tongue around the hole before placing long licks over it.
Jack remembers to open his eyes as the Doctor’s tongue snakes into him. His mouth falls open and his whole body tenses at the feel of it. A finger joins it, winding round the tongue. Jack watches his neck muscles tense as another finger slides in, replacing the tongue. He sees beads of sweat on his brow as the fingers are parted inside him, stretching him, opening him up.
When the fingers are pulled out, Jack hisses and sees his reflection’s eyes darken. Then the Doctor is standing behind him, a slight figure in a too-big coat, deceptively vulnerable. He produces a small tube from the greatcoat pocket, squeezes gel onto his cock, then takes himself in hand and pumps a few times, holding Jack’s gaze in the mirror.
“Stay still, Captain. Don’t tear my coat.”
Jack attempts a smile. “Maybe I could wear the leather next time. Always loved that coat.”
“No. That would be... odd.”
“And this isn’t?”
The Doctor raises his eyes and watches himself, running a lazy palm over Jack’s buttocks as he wanks with the other. He looks at Jack’s reflection and smiles. “No, this is...hot.”
“Oh yeah, it’s... Fuck,” Jack gasps as the Doctor grabs him by the hips and enters him in one smooth stroke, watching the man’s face as he exhales with a moan. He pulls out slowly then slams back in, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as his balls hit Jack’s arse. When he opens them again, Jack is staring at him in the mirror, breathing hard, eyes shining.
“Doc... please.”
The Doctor fucks Jack slow and deep, looking down at where they are joined, while Jack watches his reflection lick his lips. Then Jack pushes back as the Doctor thrusts forward and control leaves the room. Looking back at the mirror, the Doctor pounds, teeth gritted, then bends over Jack, leaning on his back. Supporting himself with one arm, he takes Jack in hand with the other before slamming back into him. It’s hard and quick as they watch themselves. The Doctor bites his lip to stop himself coming as he drives Jack to completion. Then he lets himself go, keeping his eyes on his reflection as he comes with a shout.
Panting, sweating and sated, they stare at each other in the mirror before sinking to the floor side by side, leaning on the chest.
“Shit. That was...” Jack’s sentence fades into heavy breathing.
The Doctor turns his head and gives Jack a long kiss. “It was indeed.” He buries his head in Jack’s chest, grabs the lapels of his coat and sighs happily.
They manage to wait three days before digging out the leather coat.
Author: perception_filter
knm1234Challenge: Winter Companions 2010 fest
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: Human Nature/Family of Blood
Prompt: Ten and Jack swap coats
A/N: Just in under the wire! Beta read by the fantastic
canaana, but because I was so late getting it to her, I can't do the amount of rewriting I would have liked to. Don't blame her!Jack appraises himself in a full-length mirror in the wardrobe room, twisting left and right. As he spins around quickly, the brown coat swirls at his ankles and he grins at the Doctor.
“A bit tight across the shoulders, but it looks good, right?”
“Suits me better,” mock-scowls the Doctor. “Stay out of the pockets.”
Jack tries again to do up the buttons and gives up, holding the coat closed around the waist and turning his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder. He gives himself an appreciative look and turns back to the Doctor.
“As for you,” he says, eyeing up the Doctor dressed in an unbuttoned grey military greatcoat and nothing else. “Words fail me.”
Turning up the collar of Jack’s coat, the Doctor inhales the scent and looks up at Jack from under heavy lids. “It smells of you.”
“And now it’ll smell of you.” Jack holds his hands out, letting the brown coat fall open. “Now get over here.”
The Doctor takes in Jack’s naked body under his coat and swallows before making his way across the room, eyes darkening as he approaches. Jack drops the smile and all but stands to attention as his lover walks around him, trailing a cool hand over the brown coat as he goes. He stops behind Jack and runs his open palms up the sleeves.
“Deltoids,” he murmurs, holding briefly to Jack’s shoulders before his hands move down to the mass of muscle at the tops of the arms. “Biceps,” he squeezes firmly and carries on to the underside of the arm. “Triceps.” He rubs with his palm, feeling Jack tremble slightly under his touch. The Doctor’s hands move downwards with gentle pressure. “Brachioradialis.” Holding each arm under the elbow, he feels his way over the mass of muscle beneath.
“You’re so...big, Jack,” he sighs. Realising he’s just passed the man a shot at open goal, he waits for the inevitable smutty comment, but Jack simply exhales and leans his head back.
The Doctor continues to caress those thick arms in his own coat. “Broad. Solid. Strong.” His hand slips smoothly to Jack’s arse. “Strapping,” he enunciates, massaging first one cheek, then the other. Jack stays silent and still, regulating his breathing to stop himself panting.
“You barely fit in my coat,” the Doctor all but whispers into Jack’s hair. “All that muscle, that strength. It’s... Oh, Jack.”
They turn to face each other, the Doctor winding a hand into Jack’s hair. Jack slips his hands under the greatcoat to hold his lover’s waist. They gaze at each other for a long moment, both men quivering slightly but holding back, extending the moment. Time seems to slow down before Jack leans forward and their lips touch briefly.
Jack moves to make a grab for the grey coat but the Doctor is too fast for him, and he slips down to the floor. His hands run over Jack’s thighs, squeezing the taut muscles as he takes his lover into his mouth. A light graze with his teeth makes Jack growl and grab the Doctor’s hair.
The Doctor’s lips slide down to the base of Jack’s cock and he takes his balls in hand, rolling and squeezing gently. He feels Jack tense up and takes advantage, running a hand under the coat and across Jack’s arse. The other hand joins it and he grabs a buttock in each hand as he continues to suck. Spreading his hands out, he squeezes and parts Jack’s cheeks. Jack groans and tries to hold back a thrust, putting his hands against the wall behind him to hold him steady.
“Doc, please,” he groans “If you don‘t stop I’ll...”
The Doctor releases Jack and stands up, grinning. “Isn’t that the point?” He sucks the base of Jack’s neck.
Jack shudders. “Not until I’ve had some fun.” He straightens up and grabs the Doctor’s shoulders, spinning them around so the Doctor is against the wall. “You, naked, in my coat? No way am I missing this party.”
This time the kiss is far from soft, as lips, teeth and tongues battle for dominance. Jack winds his arms under his coat and grabs the Doctor by his waist and back, pulling him tight so their erections press against each other. They both groan a little. The Doctor’s large, cool hand snakes between their bodies and around both their cocks and they grind against each other, breathing heavily.
“How d’you wanna play this?” Jack growls.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow. “You’re wearing the coat, Jack.”
Jack smiles slowly. “My call.” Eyeing the Doctor steadily, he kisses him hard on the lips and moves his mouth to the Doctor’s ear. “Fuck me,” he whispers, taking the Doctor’s hand and leading him across the room. He pulls a large, velvet-covered chest across to the front of the mirror.
The Doctor snorts. “You’re so vain, Jack,” and takes Jack’s cock in his fist, tugging sharply.
“Oh yeah,” gasps Jack, closing in for a kiss. They press against each other, grabbing each other’s heads. They lick, suck, devour, pushing against each other urgently. After some time, the Doctor tugs Jack’s hair and pulls away. Turning Jack around to face the mirror, he stands against his back and grabs Jack’s cock again. Jack turns his head for a kiss but the Doctor cups his chin and turns him back to the mirror.
“Watch, Jack,” he whispers, pumping leisurely. They watch each other in the mirror as the Doctor slowly runs his long tongue from collar to ear, sucking on the lobe. He smiles as Jack gasps. “You want to watch me fuck you, Jack? Want to see how you look when I’m pounding deep inside you? Want to see your face when you come?”
“Hell yeah,” breathes Jack, leaning his head back. “God, Doctor...yes.”
With a nip to Jack’s neck, the Doctor moves his hand to Jack’s back, pushing him firmly over the chest. Jack bends, leaning on his elbows, and looks behind him.
“Face forward, Jack.” The Doctor drops to his knees.
“No fair, I can’t see you,” Jack complains to the mirror, then shudders as the brown coat is parted at the back and moved up over his hips.
The Doctor parts Jack’s legs and licks from the base of his cock to his arse, opening the cheeks with his hands and running his tongue around the hole before placing long licks over it.
Jack remembers to open his eyes as the Doctor’s tongue snakes into him. His mouth falls open and his whole body tenses at the feel of it. A finger joins it, winding round the tongue. Jack watches his neck muscles tense as another finger slides in, replacing the tongue. He sees beads of sweat on his brow as the fingers are parted inside him, stretching him, opening him up.
When the fingers are pulled out, Jack hisses and sees his reflection’s eyes darken. Then the Doctor is standing behind him, a slight figure in a too-big coat, deceptively vulnerable. He produces a small tube from the greatcoat pocket, squeezes gel onto his cock, then takes himself in hand and pumps a few times, holding Jack’s gaze in the mirror.
“Stay still, Captain. Don’t tear my coat.”
Jack attempts a smile. “Maybe I could wear the leather next time. Always loved that coat.”
“No. That would be... odd.”
“And this isn’t?”
The Doctor raises his eyes and watches himself, running a lazy palm over Jack’s buttocks as he wanks with the other. He looks at Jack’s reflection and smiles. “No, this is...hot.”
“Oh yeah, it’s... Fuck,” Jack gasps as the Doctor grabs him by the hips and enters him in one smooth stroke, watching the man’s face as he exhales with a moan. He pulls out slowly then slams back in, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as his balls hit Jack’s arse. When he opens them again, Jack is staring at him in the mirror, breathing hard, eyes shining.
“Doc... please.”
The Doctor fucks Jack slow and deep, looking down at where they are joined, while Jack watches his reflection lick his lips. Then Jack pushes back as the Doctor thrusts forward and control leaves the room. Looking back at the mirror, the Doctor pounds, teeth gritted, then bends over Jack, leaning on his back. Supporting himself with one arm, he takes Jack in hand with the other before slamming back into him. It’s hard and quick as they watch themselves. The Doctor bites his lip to stop himself coming as he drives Jack to completion. Then he lets himself go, keeping his eyes on his reflection as he comes with a shout.
Panting, sweating and sated, they stare at each other in the mirror before sinking to the floor side by side, leaning on the chest.
“Shit. That was...” Jack’s sentence fades into heavy breathing.
The Doctor turns his head and gives Jack a long kiss. “It was indeed.” He buries his head in Jack’s chest, grabs the lapels of his coat and sighs happily.
They manage to wait three days before digging out the leather coat.
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