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alt_universe_me: Comforting the Oncoming Storm (Ten/Jack) [NC17]
Title: Comforting the Oncoming Storm
Author: alt_universe_me
Challenge: First Time
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Ten/Jack, very slight mentions of Jack/Ianto
Spoilers/Warnings: Through Journey's End. Sexual Situations.
Summary: After Journey’s End, the Doctor needs someone to talk to and comfort him.
The Doctor’s just said goodbye to Donna forever, and even though he’s got all of time and space, there’s relatively few places he can think of to go to for comfort. He knows Martha would give him some tea and sympathy, but he also knows that he’s put her through enough already. After all, Martha was Donna’s friend too. He doesn’t want to cause her any more misery.
In fact, most of the people he thinks of as friends are either in an alternate universe, or have just left him without a second thought. Sarah Jane went back to her own life with her son. He’s happy for her, he really is. He hopes she knows how lucky she is. Despite everything, she gets to have a home and a family. He might have loved ones scattered between to universes, but in the end he’s alone with no one to come home to. Of course, he’s crying again, and he’s trying not to, but really this regeneration seems to have difficulty holding back. And why would he bother holding back anyway, when he’s the only one around?
Even Jack, who hasn’t had a place to call home in such a long time, left him. Jack mentioned a boyfriend, and walked off with Martha and Mickey as well. Jack was surrounded by people who loved him. The Doctor thought that was distinctly unfair. But, he thought, what’s one more person to Jack? Surely he won’t mind the company. He set the Tardis coordinates back to Cardiff. By the time the Tardis landed in the middle of the Hub, he’d managed to stop crying. He was inordinately proud of himself.
When he opened the door, Jack was there, looking concerned.
“Jack,” he said happily and flung himself into his arms. His Jack--his strong, sturdy, reliable Jack--caught him. The Doctor knew in his hearts that he’d made the right choice coming here.
“Doctor,” Jack said as he tried to release the Doctor’s grip enough to get a look at his face, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just…wanted to see you. That’s all.”
“I just saw you a couple hours ago. Unless that was longer for you than it was for me. Was it?”
Actually, it had been an even shorter time for the Doctor, but he wasn’t about to say that.
“Jack…where’s the rest of your team?” The Doctor asked, avoiding the question altogether.
“Home.”
“And your boyfriend?”
“He’s at home too. Why do you ask? Is there trouble?”
“No. Jack, I…can we talk?”
“Okay. Come up to my office?”
“Ooh, you have an office? Do you have those multi-colored sticky notes? I love those multi-colored sticky notes.”
“I don’t know about sticky notes, Doc. But I do have some scotch if you interested. And you look like you could use it.”
Once he was seated in Jack’s office, Jack poured the Doctor a glass and leaned on the edge of his desk.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” The Doctor asked.
“I’m not the one who needs it. Why don’t you tell me why you’re upset, and then I’ll decide if I need a drink.”
“I’m not upset, really,” the Doctor protested.
“You’ve been crying. I can tell.”
“Haven’t, not really, well, not in the sense that I was crying because I’m upset, because I’m not. Well, not upset in the way that there’s anything wrong, because there isn’t,” the Doctor rambled, “I mean, nothing wrong with the universe or space and time or anything like that.”
“Okay, so the universe isn’t about to explode. Good. We’ve already saved it once in the last 24 hours and, frankly, I could use a break. That still doesn’t tell me why you’re visiting me at one a.m.”
“Jack, I-“ the Doctor started to say before sobbing. Through his sobs, he told Jack all about Donna and what he’d had to do and how he was all alone. Jack just listened and put a hand on his shoulder.
When the Doctor was finished, Jack put his hand on the Doctor’s chin and made him look him in the eyes.
“Listen, Doctor. I know you already know I’ve lost people, and I know you’ve lost people before. So I’m not going to waste your time with cheap condolences. The truth is, you did what you had to do, and now you’ve got to move on. And Donna can move on as well. She may not have the whole of time and space right now, but she’s got her family and she’s got her life. And from what you’ve told me about her, she’s a great lady who will move on and make her own happiness. Now drink your scotch.”
The Doctor did as he was told and drank it in one gulp. Although the alcohol wouldn’t make him intoxicated, it did give him a nice warm feeling for a little while. Jack was still standing in front of him, watching him with approval. This faithful man, who he knew he didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve Jack’s kindness, or anyone’s for that matter. Still, he knew Jack would always be there for him. He stood up and grabbed Jack for another clingy hug. Jack didn’t mind if he pressed his face into his blue dress shirt leaving tear marks behind. Jack didn’t mind if he sniffled in a most unattractive way. Most human males would be uncomfortable with his crying, the Doctor knew, but not Jack. The Doctor needed this acceptance more than anything right now.
The Doctor wondered absently whether Jack would let him kiss him or not. It seemed to the Doctor that everyone got kisses except for him. Of course, he had kissed Jack before, but not in this body. Jack had kissed his last self. A self that was less weepy and, perhaps, stronger? A self that Jack hadn’t rejected to go home to his team, twice. Maybe Jack wasn’t attracted to this self? He still flirted with this self a bit, but then again, Jack flirted with everybody.
The Doctor had to know. By now he wanted a kiss so badly, he imagined just taking it. But what if Jack pulled away? After all, he did have a boyfriend. Maybe he should just ask. The logical part of him said not to do it, that Jack’s possible rejection might only bring him lower. But the masochistic part of him said that he should just ask, that if he got rejected he would only have himself to blame.
“Jack,” the Doctor said, pulling away from the embrace to look at Jack’s handsome face, “I don’t suppose you’d kiss me?”
Jack looked a bit surprised, before responding with, “Sure, Doc,” and kissing him gently on the forehead. It wasn’t at all what the Doctor was hoping for, even if it was a bit nice.
“Okay?” Jack asked.
“Yeah. You can do that again, if you like,” said the Doctor hopefully.
“Okay,” Jack said, and kissed him in the same spot again.
“Anywhere else you’d like to kiss me?” asked the Doctor, pushing his insecurities to the side and trying for a teasing tone of voice.
“Of course,” Jack said with a grin, “But I wouldn’t want to take advantage.”
“But you wouldn’t be,” the Doctor said, “I’m asking you to.”
“Doctor, we both know you’re upset right now. Would you really want it under other circumstances?”
“Is it because of your boyfriend? Is that why you won’t kiss me? It’s just a kiss, Jack.”
“No, it’s not because of Ianto. He is important to me, but we’re not exclusive. He wouldn’t mind.”
“Then, why, Jack?” The Doctor held his breath for the answer. He just knew the rejection was coming. He should have just kept his mouth shut.
“It’s like I said. I don’t want to take advantage.”
“But don’t you want to?” The Doctor asked.
“Course I do. But I’m trying to control myself while there’s a gorgeous Timelord in my arms asking to be kissed. I don’t want this to lead somewhere we don’t want it to.”
“Jack,” the Doctor tried again with more confidence. Jack thought he was gorgeous, that had to count for something, “It’s not taking advantage. I’m over 900 years old. Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?”
“Alright. I really should make you sign something first, promising this won’t come back to bite me in the ass.”
Jack caught the Doctor’s mouth with his. Oh, it was lovely. Sometimes the Doctor forgot how much he enjoyed kissing. He should really do it more often. With Jack.
The Doctor could feel himself hardening, and they were pressed so tightly together that the Doctor could feel Jack’s hardness pressing into his thigh. The Doctor wondered what it would feel like in his hand or his mouth. It had been so long since he’d done anything like this. The Doctor let his hand wander down, but before he could unbutton anything of Jack’s, Jack caught his wrist and stopped the kiss. The Doctor whined and tried to capture Jack’s mouth but Jack shook his head.
“Hey…hey,” Jack said in a soothing voice, “slow down.”
The Doctor nodded, and tried to kiss him again. This time Jack let him, but also kept their bodies further apart. The Doctor could no longer feel Jack’s cock, but he could certainly feel his own pushing against the tight fabric of his pants.
“Jack,” the Doctor gasped when Jack moved down to kiss his neck, “Jack, touch me, please.”
Jack finally let go of the Doctor’s wrist to open the Doctor’s pants. Jack took the Doctor’s cock in his hand while continuing to kiss his neck and nibble his earlobe.
“This what you want?” Jack asked as he began to jerk him quickly and skillfully.
“Yes. Please, Jack. Don’t stop.”
Jack was giving him the handjob of his life, and all the Doctor could do was hold to Jack’s broad shoulders. The Doctor came quickly. He might have been embarrassed if not for all of the other embarrassing things he’d done already this evening.
Dazedly, the Doctor realized that Jack was cleaning him off with a handkerchief and zipping him back up.
“Um, what about you, Jack?” The Doctor hadn’t meant to forget about Jack’s needs, but it had just felt so good.
“I’m okay,” Jack said, “I’ll take care of myself later.”
“No, Jack. Let me. Please? I’ll just feel worse if you don’t let me. Like I took advantage of you.”
“Doc, it’s fine.”
“Jack,” the Doctor said and reached out to palm Jack’s erection. He was still hard, which made the Doctor proud of himself.
“Doctor,” Jack said in a warning tone.
The Doctor squeezed Jack gently and leant in for another kiss.
“Alright,” Jack said between kisses, “If you insist.”
Jack unbuttoned his pants and took out his rather sizable cock. The Doctor reached for it and stroked it. It felt nice and warm in his hand. It was only a bit thicker and a bit longer than his own, which made the Doctor feel quite adequate. The Doctor began to stroke Jack up and down gently.
“Mmmm, that feels nice,” Jack said.
The Doctor wasn’t having quite the same effect on Jack as Jack had had on him, but it seemed like Jack was enjoying himself.
“Good, Jack?” the Doctor couldn’t help asking. He wanted to make it good for Jack. For his Jack, who had so many other experiences to compare it to. The Doctor knew he couldn’t compete with all of that, but at the very least he could make sure he wasn’t doing it wrong.
“It’s good,” said Jack, “Just squeeze it a bit harder, yeah?”
The Doctor tightened his grip and stroked a bit faster as well.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Baby? The Doctor wasn’t sure he’d ever been called that before. Oh, well. He wasn’t about to comment on it now, not when he was concentrating so very hard to make Jack come. As he continued with his efforts, Jack leant in for another kiss. In the same movement he grabbed the Doctor’s arse with both hands. Jack started to knead his buttocks as the Doctor kept at it.
“Doc,” Jack said, “Gonna come now.”
The Doctor felt the warm liquid coating his hand. Jack gave him a quick kiss on the lips before cleaning them both up again.
They held each other again for a little while longer. Finally, the Doctor said, “Jack…”
“I know, Doctor.”
And it really was as simple and complicated as all that.
Author: alt_universe_me
Challenge: First Time
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Ten/Jack, very slight mentions of Jack/Ianto
Spoilers/Warnings: Through Journey's End. Sexual Situations.
Summary: After Journey’s End, the Doctor needs someone to talk to and comfort him.
The Doctor’s just said goodbye to Donna forever, and even though he’s got all of time and space, there’s relatively few places he can think of to go to for comfort. He knows Martha would give him some tea and sympathy, but he also knows that he’s put her through enough already. After all, Martha was Donna’s friend too. He doesn’t want to cause her any more misery.
In fact, most of the people he thinks of as friends are either in an alternate universe, or have just left him without a second thought. Sarah Jane went back to her own life with her son. He’s happy for her, he really is. He hopes she knows how lucky she is. Despite everything, she gets to have a home and a family. He might have loved ones scattered between to universes, but in the end he’s alone with no one to come home to. Of course, he’s crying again, and he’s trying not to, but really this regeneration seems to have difficulty holding back. And why would he bother holding back anyway, when he’s the only one around?
Even Jack, who hasn’t had a place to call home in such a long time, left him. Jack mentioned a boyfriend, and walked off with Martha and Mickey as well. Jack was surrounded by people who loved him. The Doctor thought that was distinctly unfair. But, he thought, what’s one more person to Jack? Surely he won’t mind the company. He set the Tardis coordinates back to Cardiff. By the time the Tardis landed in the middle of the Hub, he’d managed to stop crying. He was inordinately proud of himself.
When he opened the door, Jack was there, looking concerned.
“Jack,” he said happily and flung himself into his arms. His Jack--his strong, sturdy, reliable Jack--caught him. The Doctor knew in his hearts that he’d made the right choice coming here.
“Doctor,” Jack said as he tried to release the Doctor’s grip enough to get a look at his face, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just…wanted to see you. That’s all.”
“I just saw you a couple hours ago. Unless that was longer for you than it was for me. Was it?”
Actually, it had been an even shorter time for the Doctor, but he wasn’t about to say that.
“Jack…where’s the rest of your team?” The Doctor asked, avoiding the question altogether.
“Home.”
“And your boyfriend?”
“He’s at home too. Why do you ask? Is there trouble?”
“No. Jack, I…can we talk?”
“Okay. Come up to my office?”
“Ooh, you have an office? Do you have those multi-colored sticky notes? I love those multi-colored sticky notes.”
“I don’t know about sticky notes, Doc. But I do have some scotch if you interested. And you look like you could use it.”
Once he was seated in Jack’s office, Jack poured the Doctor a glass and leaned on the edge of his desk.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” The Doctor asked.
“I’m not the one who needs it. Why don’t you tell me why you’re upset, and then I’ll decide if I need a drink.”
“I’m not upset, really,” the Doctor protested.
“You’ve been crying. I can tell.”
“Haven’t, not really, well, not in the sense that I was crying because I’m upset, because I’m not. Well, not upset in the way that there’s anything wrong, because there isn’t,” the Doctor rambled, “I mean, nothing wrong with the universe or space and time or anything like that.”
“Okay, so the universe isn’t about to explode. Good. We’ve already saved it once in the last 24 hours and, frankly, I could use a break. That still doesn’t tell me why you’re visiting me at one a.m.”
“Jack, I-“ the Doctor started to say before sobbing. Through his sobs, he told Jack all about Donna and what he’d had to do and how he was all alone. Jack just listened and put a hand on his shoulder.
When the Doctor was finished, Jack put his hand on the Doctor’s chin and made him look him in the eyes.
“Listen, Doctor. I know you already know I’ve lost people, and I know you’ve lost people before. So I’m not going to waste your time with cheap condolences. The truth is, you did what you had to do, and now you’ve got to move on. And Donna can move on as well. She may not have the whole of time and space right now, but she’s got her family and she’s got her life. And from what you’ve told me about her, she’s a great lady who will move on and make her own happiness. Now drink your scotch.”
The Doctor did as he was told and drank it in one gulp. Although the alcohol wouldn’t make him intoxicated, it did give him a nice warm feeling for a little while. Jack was still standing in front of him, watching him with approval. This faithful man, who he knew he didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve Jack’s kindness, or anyone’s for that matter. Still, he knew Jack would always be there for him. He stood up and grabbed Jack for another clingy hug. Jack didn’t mind if he pressed his face into his blue dress shirt leaving tear marks behind. Jack didn’t mind if he sniffled in a most unattractive way. Most human males would be uncomfortable with his crying, the Doctor knew, but not Jack. The Doctor needed this acceptance more than anything right now.
The Doctor wondered absently whether Jack would let him kiss him or not. It seemed to the Doctor that everyone got kisses except for him. Of course, he had kissed Jack before, but not in this body. Jack had kissed his last self. A self that was less weepy and, perhaps, stronger? A self that Jack hadn’t rejected to go home to his team, twice. Maybe Jack wasn’t attracted to this self? He still flirted with this self a bit, but then again, Jack flirted with everybody.
The Doctor had to know. By now he wanted a kiss so badly, he imagined just taking it. But what if Jack pulled away? After all, he did have a boyfriend. Maybe he should just ask. The logical part of him said not to do it, that Jack’s possible rejection might only bring him lower. But the masochistic part of him said that he should just ask, that if he got rejected he would only have himself to blame.
“Jack,” the Doctor said, pulling away from the embrace to look at Jack’s handsome face, “I don’t suppose you’d kiss me?”
Jack looked a bit surprised, before responding with, “Sure, Doc,” and kissing him gently on the forehead. It wasn’t at all what the Doctor was hoping for, even if it was a bit nice.
“Okay?” Jack asked.
“Yeah. You can do that again, if you like,” said the Doctor hopefully.
“Okay,” Jack said, and kissed him in the same spot again.
“Anywhere else you’d like to kiss me?” asked the Doctor, pushing his insecurities to the side and trying for a teasing tone of voice.
“Of course,” Jack said with a grin, “But I wouldn’t want to take advantage.”
“But you wouldn’t be,” the Doctor said, “I’m asking you to.”
“Doctor, we both know you’re upset right now. Would you really want it under other circumstances?”
“Is it because of your boyfriend? Is that why you won’t kiss me? It’s just a kiss, Jack.”
“No, it’s not because of Ianto. He is important to me, but we’re not exclusive. He wouldn’t mind.”
“Then, why, Jack?” The Doctor held his breath for the answer. He just knew the rejection was coming. He should have just kept his mouth shut.
“It’s like I said. I don’t want to take advantage.”
“But don’t you want to?” The Doctor asked.
“Course I do. But I’m trying to control myself while there’s a gorgeous Timelord in my arms asking to be kissed. I don’t want this to lead somewhere we don’t want it to.”
“Jack,” the Doctor tried again with more confidence. Jack thought he was gorgeous, that had to count for something, “It’s not taking advantage. I’m over 900 years old. Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?”
“Alright. I really should make you sign something first, promising this won’t come back to bite me in the ass.”
Jack caught the Doctor’s mouth with his. Oh, it was lovely. Sometimes the Doctor forgot how much he enjoyed kissing. He should really do it more often. With Jack.
The Doctor could feel himself hardening, and they were pressed so tightly together that the Doctor could feel Jack’s hardness pressing into his thigh. The Doctor wondered what it would feel like in his hand or his mouth. It had been so long since he’d done anything like this. The Doctor let his hand wander down, but before he could unbutton anything of Jack’s, Jack caught his wrist and stopped the kiss. The Doctor whined and tried to capture Jack’s mouth but Jack shook his head.
“Hey…hey,” Jack said in a soothing voice, “slow down.”
The Doctor nodded, and tried to kiss him again. This time Jack let him, but also kept their bodies further apart. The Doctor could no longer feel Jack’s cock, but he could certainly feel his own pushing against the tight fabric of his pants.
“Jack,” the Doctor gasped when Jack moved down to kiss his neck, “Jack, touch me, please.”
Jack finally let go of the Doctor’s wrist to open the Doctor’s pants. Jack took the Doctor’s cock in his hand while continuing to kiss his neck and nibble his earlobe.
“This what you want?” Jack asked as he began to jerk him quickly and skillfully.
“Yes. Please, Jack. Don’t stop.”
Jack was giving him the handjob of his life, and all the Doctor could do was hold to Jack’s broad shoulders. The Doctor came quickly. He might have been embarrassed if not for all of the other embarrassing things he’d done already this evening.
Dazedly, the Doctor realized that Jack was cleaning him off with a handkerchief and zipping him back up.
“Um, what about you, Jack?” The Doctor hadn’t meant to forget about Jack’s needs, but it had just felt so good.
“I’m okay,” Jack said, “I’ll take care of myself later.”
“No, Jack. Let me. Please? I’ll just feel worse if you don’t let me. Like I took advantage of you.”
“Doc, it’s fine.”
“Jack,” the Doctor said and reached out to palm Jack’s erection. He was still hard, which made the Doctor proud of himself.
“Doctor,” Jack said in a warning tone.
The Doctor squeezed Jack gently and leant in for another kiss.
“Alright,” Jack said between kisses, “If you insist.”
Jack unbuttoned his pants and took out his rather sizable cock. The Doctor reached for it and stroked it. It felt nice and warm in his hand. It was only a bit thicker and a bit longer than his own, which made the Doctor feel quite adequate. The Doctor began to stroke Jack up and down gently.
“Mmmm, that feels nice,” Jack said.
The Doctor wasn’t having quite the same effect on Jack as Jack had had on him, but it seemed like Jack was enjoying himself.
“Good, Jack?” the Doctor couldn’t help asking. He wanted to make it good for Jack. For his Jack, who had so many other experiences to compare it to. The Doctor knew he couldn’t compete with all of that, but at the very least he could make sure he wasn’t doing it wrong.
“It’s good,” said Jack, “Just squeeze it a bit harder, yeah?”
The Doctor tightened his grip and stroked a bit faster as well.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Baby? The Doctor wasn’t sure he’d ever been called that before. Oh, well. He wasn’t about to comment on it now, not when he was concentrating so very hard to make Jack come. As he continued with his efforts, Jack leant in for another kiss. In the same movement he grabbed the Doctor’s arse with both hands. Jack started to knead his buttocks as the Doctor kept at it.
“Doc,” Jack said, “Gonna come now.”
The Doctor felt the warm liquid coating his hand. Jack gave him a quick kiss on the lips before cleaning them both up again.
They held each other again for a little while longer. Finally, the Doctor said, “Jack…”
“I know, Doctor.”
And it really was as simple and complicated as all that.
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OK, that --
...they were pressed so tightly together that the Doctor could feel Jack’s hardness pressing into his thigh. The Doctor wondered what it would feel like in his hand or his mouth.
-- is unbelievably hot.
And it really was as simple and complicated as all that.
And that's a nice last line... I'll be in my bunk :)
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Perfect ending. The whole thing was so hot. Love how much of a gentelman Jack was trying to be. He wanted the Doctor so badly, but was afraid of his reaction after it was over. Wonderful job.
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I enjoyed this very much, and the end bit where they finally pleasured each other was very sexy. :D Thanks again, this was simply brilliant! :D
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