ebineez01 : Model for Me(Jack/Ten) (NC17)

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Title: Model for Me
Author: ebineez01 
Challenge: Jack models while the Doctor draws his picture 
Rating: NC17
Pairing:  Jack/Ten
Spoilers/warnings: DW S3 when Jack returns to the TARDIS
Summary: The Doctor asks Jack to model for him, but gets more than he had in mind

 

“Jack!”

 

Jack looked up from where he lay on the bed when he heard the Doctor’s voice. “What?”

 

“You’re naked! Why are you naked?” the Doctor demanded as he tried, and failed, to look anywhere but at Jack...a very naked Jack...sprawled across his bed. 

 

A huge grin came across Jack’s face. “You said you wanted me to model for you.”

 

“But,” the Doctor stammered as his hands flew about him. “You’re naked!”

 

If it was at all possible, Jack’s grin got wider. “The human body is a beautiful thing Doctor.” He looked down at himself, his eyes roaming over his own body.

 

The Doctor swallowed as his eyes followed. ‘Especially this one,’ he could practically hear Jack’s voice saying. He felt the blush creep up his cheeks when he realised Jack had caught him looking.

 

“A lot of the great works were nudes Doctor,” Jack implored. “But if you’d really prefer...”

 

“No.” The Doctor stopped Jack as he went to move from the bed. “As much as I hate to say it...you’re right.”

 

“I am?” Jack asked sounding surprised.

 

“I just said so didn’t I?” the Doctor replied a little testily as he sat in the chair and opened the sketch pad.

 

“So, how do you want me?” asked Jack.

 

The Doctor looked up, expecting to see a leer accompanying the question. But to his surprise, there wasn’t one. “Ah...well...however you’re comfortable I spose.” The Doctor watched as Jack settled himself on the bed, now appraising the figure he saw before him.

 

Pale eyes, always thoughtful, and usually alight with mischief, lay beneath the fine arch of his brow. A well proportioned nose for his face, wide cheekbones that didn’t really stand out too much owing to the strong jaw that culminated in a pronounced cleft that gave him that matinee idol quality.

 

The Doctor’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, as his eyes fell on Jack’s mouth.

 

Lips that were just about set in a permanent pout...when he wasn’t aiming that perfect smile at you. A slender neck, broad shoulders, that dip at his collar bone leading down to the hollow in his throat.

 

The Doctors hearts galloped, as in his minds eye he saw the tip of his tongue touch that spot lightly, teasing, raising goose bumps, before flattening out and tasting Jack as he traced his way up to his jaw-line. He shook the image from his mind and let his eyes continue their journey.

 

Firm, perfectly formed pectoral muscles. Dark, erect nipples, the areola slightly angled. Following the outside line of his pecks to well defined abs, continuing down to his navel.

 

Another image burst forth...that smooth skin, fine hairs on end, glistening with a sheen of sweat. A single drop running ever so slowly from his chest, down that deep furrow in the middle of his torso, skirting around an indented belly button to continue its languid descent...faltering when it met the very light smattering of hair that began there. The Doctor dragged his focus back.

 

Slim, but not sharp hips, just a hint of rounded buttocks. Large, broad hands, fingers, long and thick, with a deceptively light touch, rested on muscular thighs. Strong calves, exquisitely shaped ankles...

 

The Doctor imagined those thighs wrapped around him, pulling him in, heels digging into his back...

 

 

Jack was trying to distance himself from what was happening, to view the situation they now found themselves in as being all about art. But then Jack had always found a great deal of sensuality in art, so it wasn’t really helping. He watched as the Doctor’s eyes moved over him, seemingly caressing his body as intimately as the hands of any lover. Jack closed his eyes in an attempt to quell the effect it was having on him as he felt himself becoming aroused. He waited for the Doctor’s tut of disapproval, but it never came. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at the Doctor.

 

“Don’t,” said the Doctor quietly as Jack moved. “Please...just...stay there.”

 

Jack settled back down into his previous position, closing his eyes again. He could feel the Doctor’s eyes on him and it was doing nothing to dissuade his burgeoning erection. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

 

“Don’t be,” the Doctor whispered.

 

The Doctor’s voice suddenly sounded a lot closer. Jack caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the urge to open his eyes to see where the Doctor actually was. Then he felt the bed shift and he knew.

 

“Doctor, what...”

 

“Shhhh...”

 

Jack felt fingers, the touch light as a feather on the side of his face. His lips parted slightly as the Doctor’s thumb stroked across them. Jack breathed out as a finger trailed slowly down the middle of his chest and over his stomach, following a path unknown to him. He tried not to squirm when a strong hand lay flat on his hip, squeezing briefly before moving down his thigh to his calf, then running just as slowly back up the inside of his thigh. He gasped when the Doctors hand brushed his erection before moving back up over his stomach to rest on his chest.

 

“You were right Jack...” murmured the Doctor. “The human body is a beautiful thing.”

 

Finally Jack opened his eyes and looked up at the Time Lord. The Doctor seemed to be looking at him like he’d never seen him before.

 

“I guess I’m not so hard to look at anymore,” Jack said softly.

 

The Doctor leant forward and brushed his lips lightly against Jack’s. He pulled back a little, leaving only millimetres between them so that Jack could feel it when he smiled. “I seem to be getting over old prejudices, yes.”

 

Jack wanted more than anything to reach up and pull him back down, but he knew better than to try and push this. Whatever this turned out to be. He felt the Doctor’s weight shift from the bed, and he closed his eyes again, relaxing back against the pillows, letting his mind drift as the Doctor’s pencil scratched against the paper of his pad.