The Doctor staggered a bit, new and tingly and entirely weird. He ran his hands through his full hair; bit his tongue with his new teeth. Regenerations were always incredibly odd.
"I like the new you, Doctor," came a voice from behind him. The Doctor spun around to find Jack Harkness leaning against the rail of the TARDIS, smirk plastered on his face. He walked toward the new man. "I like him quite a lot, actually." Jack grabbed the edges of the old leather jacket and moved to push him against a wall. The Doctor tried to struggle free, but was still awkward with his new limbs.
"Jack - Jack, the hell are you doing? Buy me a drink first, surely!" he protested.
"New body, new rules, gotta get familiar with what it feels like." Jack pinned The Doctor against the curved wall and kissed him roughly. For a moment he just stood there, shocked, before he fumbled to respond to Jack's kiss. He pushed a leg between The Doctor's, and the Time Lord felt himself harden immediately.
"Huh, that's odd," he mused. "Old body took a lot longer." Jack laughed and pressed himself closer, trailing light kisses down the shell of his ear before biting into his neck. The Doctor let out a soft cry of pain. Jack hooked his fingers through The Doctor's belt loops and tugged gently.
"Nnnh..." he breathed in the shorter man's ear. "I always love your new skin. It's softer." He pushed up his shirt and bit ruthlessly at one nipple.
"Ahn! I... nnh, new skin? Bit scary there, Jack," The Doctor tried to cover his moan with humor, but Jack merely laughed and unbuttoned his trousers. He sank to his knees and looked up at The Doctor.
"I - erm -"
"Do you want me to?" Jack's obnoxious smirk crawled back over his face.
"I, well, that is I - oh!" he gasped as Jack mouthed his erection through his boxer shorts. "Fuck, Jack..." Jack yanked the shorts to The Doctor's knees and licked teasingly at his inner thigh.
"Should I take that as a yes?" The Doctor flushed crimson and closed his eyes.
"Yes, God yes, please..." he murmured. He leaned his head back against the wall, hard and frustrated and throbbing. Jack wrapped a hand around his cock, and The Doctor's fingers curled and clutched at nothing as a sudden warm wetness enveloped him. More moans escaped his lips as Jack worked, his mouth hot and smooth, his tongue swirling expertly. Jack's hand worked as busily as his mouth, fingernails teasing his balls gently, the pad of his thumb stroking up against his shaft. God, he could feel everything, every molecule of his body aching to be closer to Jack. He gasped his name breathlessly, his moans becoming a semi-incoherent stream of profanities, deities and Jack, always Jack. Jack hummed around him at the sound of his name, and the Doctor bucked involuntarily into the man's mouth, fingers clenching in his hair as he came. Jack swallowed and stood up, kissing The Doctor sweetly before turning to leave.
"Oi!" The Doctor called, his body still pulsing gently. "Buy me a drink next time, eh?"
