This was absolutely gorgeous. Honestly, this is one of the best Doctor/Jack pieces I've read.

You had so many amazing lines in this story.

For all his flirting, Jack had never given serious thought to what sleeping with the Doctor would be like. If he had, he might have imagined this: like the Doctor himself, somehow both violent and gentle, alien and yet wholly familiar. The Doctor held back at first; shyness, Jack thought, born of surprise or grief or long disuse. He let Jack take the lead, and it was slow, silent. Jack expected that. Some people liked to talk during sex; the Doctor, for once, seemed to need no words. And when he finally let go, when Jack let him know that he could, Jack realized that he’d held back not out of shyness, but out of fear. He was afraid of hurting me.

That was beautiful! I loved how the Doctor helped Jack to sleep. It was something simple, but it was something he could do that was right. After the last year he's had, I'm sure he was happy to be able to do something right.

This was one beautiful story! I hope we see lots more from you soon!