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Jack and the Doctor decide not to waste any more time.
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It was gone
Jack pulled the Doctor to a stop in the pool of light under a lonely lit streetlamp, and turned to look at him.
“Is something wrong?” The Doctor asked him.
Jack shook his head and looked into the older mans eyes, seeming black under the sodium light, he cupped the Doctor’s face between his palms, and leaned in to kiss him sweetly, tenderly.
“I want you to make love to me tonight, please.” Jack breathed against the other man’s cool lips.
“Are you sure?” The Doctor asked, his own hands carding restlessly through the dark silk of Jack’s hair.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Jack kissed him again, sliding his hands now down the Time Lord’s chest, and under the heavy leather of his jacket to rest over his hearts.
“I want to feel your skin against mine, I want to feel your hands on my body, and I want to explore yours. I want to feel you buried deep inside me, and I want to be buried balls deep in you. I want it all.” Jack whispered close to one ear. He heard the Doctor’s breathing quicken, and felt his hearts speed up under his hands, and he smiled, sucking the lobe of the Doctor’s ear into his mouth and biting on it gently.
“I want us to belong to one another, so deeply that nothing can ever part us.” He whispered when he let the lobe slide free.
“Do you know what you’re saying?” The Doctor asked, his voice verging on a low growl now.
“Yes,” Jack said simply, brushing cold fingers over the Doctor’s temple.
The Doctor tangled his fingers in Jack’s hair, and used the grip to pull the younger man into a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue dominating and exploring Jack’s mouth unchallenged for a moment Jack was so surprised, then his own tongue met the Doctor’s in a spirited, and sensual counter attack.
They were both panting with a mixture of lack of air and lust, when they finally broke apart.
“TARDIS, now.” The Doctor growled, grabbing Jack’s hand once more, and dragging him out of the pool of light an into the darkened streets, though the thin layer of white on the ground.
As soon as they reached the TARDIS, the Doctor gentled, this was going to be special, between him, and his Jack, and there was no way he was going to rush it.
He led the way to Jack’s bedroom, which had changed while they had been gone, the bed was bigger now, covered in soft, decadent satin sheets, and the lights had taken on the low, soft, romantic tone of candle light, without the fire risk of actual candles.
“So, she’s a romantic at heart then?” Jack asked. He had sensed the shift in the Doctor’s mood, from lust, to love and tenderness, and decided to let the older man set the pace.
“Yes, she knows this is special,” the Doctor said with a faint smile, reaching out to start unbuttoning Jack’s shirt. As each button was opened, he leaned down to kiss the inch of skin that was revealed worshipfully. He pulled the tails of the shirt from the waistband of Jack’s pants, and reverently slid the cloth from Jack’s shoulders and down his arms, revealing smooth, tanned skin stretched over taut muscle. Jack gasped as the Doctor bent to suckle each nipple to hard peaks.
As he dropped the cloth aside, Jack reached out and slid the leather jacket off the Doctor’s shoulders, his hands caressing the sinewy arms through the thin, soft wool of the jumper he wore, before sliding down his chest, gripping the hem of the jumper and lifting it over the Doctor’s head. He dropped it aside, and let his fingertips trail lightly over the pale, smooth chest. They finished undressing, and the Doctor guided Jack down onto the waiting bed. Jack looked up at the older man as the Doctor knelt on the mattress beside him.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed, his eyes running over Jack’s tanned, muscular body.
“So are you,” Jack said, enjoying the view of the pale form above him.
The Doctor smiled, and gently grasped Jack’s wrists, lifting his arms to press them to the pillow over his head.
“Keep them there.” He ordered gently, earning an agreeing smile from Jack.
Jack relaxed, letting the Doctor do as he would for their first time, trusting him implicitly. The Doctor straddled his legs, and Jack gasped as their erections brushed together briefly. The Doctor smiled at him, then leaned forward, resting his hands on Jack’s wrists. He started by running his hands down the muscled arms, mapping the contour of the muscles, feeling the leashed strength in them. Jack flinched, and giggled when the light fingers tickled the flesh of his armpits, stroking the sparse hair there.
“Ticklish there.” The Doctor noted with a smile, leaning forward to present Jack with a gentle kiss to reward him for keeping his hands where they had been put. His fingers gently mapped the collar bones next, his fingers gliding in to the hollow of his throat, where he paused for a moment, feeling the flutter of the rapid pulse. Leaning forward again, he pressed a light kiss to the hollow there, before running the tip of his tongue over the area, making Jack squirm.
The Doctor worked his way quietly down Jack’s body, exploring, mapping, first with the tips of his fingers, then with his agile tongue. Jack was a gasping, quivering mass of need by the time the exploration reached the center of his greatest need, and he almost came off the bed as the cool mouth unexpectedly closed around his straining erection.
“Oh GOD.” Jack yelled as the Doctor tongued the slit at the head of his cock, humming his pleasure at the taste of the pre-cum he took. Jack fisted his hands in the pillow over his head to keep them where the Doctor had ordered.
He gave up any attempt at coherence when a slick finger probed his entrance, sliding inside and thrusting gently in time with the movements of the Doctor’s mouth on his shaft. He couldn’t move, his body needing to thrust both up into the cool mouth and down onto the intrusion of the gentle fingers preparing him, opening him. The mixed signals from his fried brain held him still under the tender onslaught. He felt the wicked grin around him, but there was no time to prepare himself as the Doctor twisted the three fingers that were now working inside him into his previously neglected prostate at the same time he deep throated him.
Jack screamed, coming harder than he had ever come in his life, everything graying out around him as fireworks exploded across the synapses of his brain. He was only vaguely aware of the fingers still pressed to the bundle of sensitive nerves inside him, and the throat working around his shaft as the Doctor swallowed everything he had to offer.
The Doctor looked up at the panting, debauched form of his lover with possessive pride as the gently let the now limp cock slip from his mouth, dropping a light kiss on top of the shaft when it came to rest in it’s nest of wiry curls. His own cock was diamond hard, digging into the smooth, cold satin of the cover, allowing him no friction at all, which was just as well, this first time, he needed to be inside Jack when he came, to give Jack what he had asked for.
He lay still, his fingers unmoving inside Jack as he waited for him to come out of his daze, allowing himself time to calm down a little too. Finally Jack raised his head, dazed, happy eyes looking down at him.
“Wow,” he croaked.
“Are you OK?” The Doctor asked.
“Never better.” Jack grinned goofily. He rippled his muscles around the fingers still pressed inside him.
“I need you in me, please,” he said softly.
The Doctor smiled, gently easing the fingers out, earning a faint moan of loss from Jack. He shifted up the bed, kissing Jack deeply, allowing Jack to taste himself in his lovers mouth, and at the same time, gently slid his cock home in one smooth, easy thrust.
Jack moaned into the kiss, arching against the Doctor at the thick, hard intrusion, strong legs wrapping tightly around the Doctor’s hips.. The Doctor fell still once he was sheathed, breaking the kiss.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Jack whispered, swallowing nervously. The Doctor rested forward on his elbows, cradling Jack’s face in his hands cool fingers pressing to his temples.
Jack felt the light touches of the Doctor’s mind against his own, and as the man started to thrust gently within him, he felt their minds twining deeper together.
The Doctor knew there was no way he was going to last in the tight heat of the strong body under his, so as he thrust urgently into the welcoming passage, he focused on getting his half of the bond in place. It was easier than he had expected, Jack’s mind open, welcoming and receptive to him. As he spilled deep inside Jack, he felt the first part of the bond latch neatly into place.
Jack let his legs slide limply to the mattress, content to lie there with the Doctor’s weight pressing him securely into the mattress, still claimed by the softening cock inside him. He wrapped shaky arms around the Doctor, holding him in place as they kissed lazily.
“I can feel you, in my head,” Jack said in awe.
The Doctor grinned down at him, stoking the sweat damped hair lightly.
“You just wait until the bond is completed, when you take me,” the Doctor said, leaning down to take another kiss.
“You mean it gets better?” Jack asked in delight.
“Oh yes, much better.” The Doctor grinned.
He settled comfortably on top of Jack’s body as the younger man clearly had no intention of letting go of him, reaching one long arm over to pull the covers over them.
“Rest for a little,” he said to Jack, already trying to imagine how Jack’s big cock was going to feel filling him. He had had lovers before, since his regeneration even, but there had been no one he trusted before now to penetrate him until now. He couldn’t wait, and he knew that by the time it was morning out there in
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