Rose snuggled deeper into the Doctors chest, the beating of his hearts making a gentle lullaby. He held her tightly in his arms, still amazed at the wonderful feeling of holding her so closely. He gently kissed the top of her head, breathing in the unmistakable scent that was Rose. She moaned softly against his skin, not quite asleep, but not really awake.
The Doctor smiled as he closed his eyes. It had been a few weeks now since Rose had first found her way into his bed. He remembered the moment when she had come to him late a night, climbing in beside him. The silken feel of her skin as she snaked her body around his. Rose had been looking for comfort, but the heat of their bodies pressed close together had sparked a passion that they had both been trying so hard to deny. When the Doctor had first sought out Rose's mouth, pulling her into a tight embrace, it was as if the rest of the universe, all of time and space, had ceased to exist, for a moment there was nothing but the Doctor and Rose, nothing but the love and desire that he felt for this fragile beautiful human.
The Doctor stroked Rose's hair lightly. Since that first night Rose hardly ever slept in her own bed, much preferring to sleep cradled in the Doctor's arms. Not that he was complaining, spending the night with Rose in his arms was perfect, almost perfect.
From the sound of her breathing the Doctor could tell that Rose had drifted into a contented sleep. Carefully, so that he didn't disturb her, the Doctor slid his arm from under her, gently easing himself out of the bed, before wrapping a towelling robe around himself and padding on bare feet silently out of the door.
Having spent so much time on Earth and being around the human race the Doctor had picked up a few of their habits and tastes along the way, and his current favourite seemed to be the liking for a "nice cup of tea" whenever he couldn't sleep. He knew that the fusion of dried leaves and hot water didn't really aid sleep, especially not when combined with the physiology of a Time Lord, but somehow the process of preparing the drink was oddly soothing.
The Doctor entered the kitchen area of the Tardis to the sound of a kettle beginning to boil. Jack, it seemed, was also have difficulty sleeping.
"Can't sleep." The Doctor wasn't sure if it was a question or statement of fact, so merely smiled back at Jack without answering as he made his way over to the sink for a mug.
"You haven't told her then." This time Jack's words merely stated a fact then he knew to be true, the Doctor sighed as leaned onto the edge of the sink.
"What do I tell her?"
"She deserves the truth."
"I know that, but I just can't find the words."
The Doctor's knuckles whitened as he gripped onto sink.
Before he even felt the man's arms slip around his chest the Doctor knew that Jack had moved to stand behind him. He felt Jack's face lean into his back as he squeezed the Time Lord tightly.
"Don't worry, you'll work out what to say eventually."
The Doctor sighed at Jack's faith in him, a faith he wasn't at all sure was justified. The Doctor open his mouth to speak again, but the words died on his lips as he felt Jack's hands loosen their tight embrace and begin to sneak inside the front of the Doctor's robe. The mans fingertips travelled swiftly across the Time Lord's chest, moving downwards, causing the belt of the robe to give up its hold, allowing the robe to fall open. Jack's hands continued on their journey, across the Doctor's belly, coming to rest on the top of his thighs.
"Jack..?" The Doctor's voice was uncertain, he wasn't sure if he was asking Jack to stop, or begging him for more.
Jack placed a gentle kiss on the back of the Doctor's neck as he slowly, but certainly wrapped his fingers around the Time Lord's growing erection. The Doctor let out a small sigh at the touch, his breathing becoming heavy as Jack's grip began to move in slow firm strokes.
All uncertainty was gone as the Doctor released his grip on the sink, turning to face Jack. Jack's face held a brief grin as he saw the effect his touch was having, but that was soon gone as the Doctor pulled the man towards him, his mouth hungry for the taste of Jack. As their lips met the Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack, pulling their bodies close together, Jack could feel the Doctor's hearts beating wildly against his chest, his erection pressing into Jack's belly, begging for attention.
As the Doctor's tongue found its way into Jack's mouth, caressing the tongue already in residence, Jack snaked his hand under the robe once more, reaching around the Doctor to grab onto his buttocks, kneading them firmly.
Finally, as the men broke apart, Jack stepped back, putting one hand into his trouser pocket he removed an item which he handed to the Doctor, before moving to lean his back against the sink, much as the Doctor had been doing moments before.
The Doctor looked down at the item in his hand and smiled.
"Why Captain Harkness, anybody would think that you were expecting me."
Jack returned the Doctor's smile, "Well you don't get to be a Captain without being prepared".
The Doctor let out a laugh, "I thought you got to be a Captain by stealing the ship!"
Jack shrugged, "Ahh that's just semantics, now are you going to put that to good use or what?"
The Doctor moved in to cover the few step between himself and Jack, raising his hand to trail one finger down the man's cheek, before tracing the outline of Jack's lips.
"I think that can be arranged," He replied as he lifted his other hand still holding the small bottle of lube that Jack had placed their. The Doctor slipped the bottle into the pocket of his robe for a moment leaving both hands free to quickly release the fastenings to Jacks trousers. With a practiced ease the Doctor slid the trousers down until they lay crumpled around Jack's ankles. The lack of any underwear was no longer a surprise to the Doctor and it allowed him to see the proof, in any was needed, the Jack was now equally as aroused as the Doctor.
His mouth sought out Jack's once again, their tongues coming together in battle, much as their erections were doing as their bodies pressed closely together.
The Doctor explored the firm body pulled tightly against him, his hands caressing as they went, sneaking up under Jack's shirt, then down over his thighs, before grasping tightly onto the round inviting buttocks.
Jack sighed as the hands moved over his skin, gasping as they gripped him firmly, allowing himself to be turned around until his back was to the Doctor.
The Doctor's hand removed the bottle from his pocket, flipping the lid and allowing a drizzle of the contents to trail across Jack's buttocks, before massaging the oils, already warm from being in Jack's pocket, in slow deliberate circles.
Jack moaned as the Doctor continued to add more liquid, the movement of his hand becoming more and more centred, the oils running between Jack's buttocks followed quickly by the Doctor's skilful fingers.
Jack threw his head back with a silent cry as he felt the Doctor's finger push slowly into him. The Doctor leaned in to kiss at the nape of Jack's neck as he continued to slip his finger deeper into the hot inviting passage.
After a few moments the Doctor stepped back, he poured a little more of the oil onto himself before dropping the bottle back into his pocket. He slowly removed his hand from Jack, spreading the oil over his erection causing it to pulse hotly in his own grip.
He could wait no longer and gently guided his eager cock into Jack's welcoming body. Jack gasped as he felt the Doctor enter him, pushing back against the Time Lord, urging him deeper. The Doctor gripped onto Jack's hips, a deep moan rumbled in his throat as he began to move inside the Captain.
Once the Doctor established a steady rhythm he loosened his grip on Jack's hips, reaching around the man's body with one hand to wrap his fingers tightly around Jack's own pulsating erection. The Doctor's hand moved in time with each stroke, causing Jack's moans to get louder, his breathing heavy. The Doctor's own breaths were now hot in Jack's ear, his movement becoming faster, his body trembling as it neared release.
The Doctor felt Jack's cock begin to shudder under his grip, he increased the speed of his strokes, wrapping his fingers tighter, until Jack cried out, his body shaking as his hot desire poured out of him. Within seconds the Doctor also trembled, uncontrolled cries escaped from his lips as his orgasm exploded deeply into Jack.
Both men sank breathless to their knees. Jack half turned to kiss the Doctor deeply, resting one hand on the Doctor's chest he could feel the racing of his hearts.
The men sat in a silent embrace, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
It was during these moments that Jack envied Rose the most. He had quickly been able to accept the he was not the Doctor's only lover. He easily believed that the Doctor could love them both; after all he did have two hearts. But it was Rose who slept in the Doctor's arms, and it was Rose who was awoken by his kisses in the morning. Jack would soon make his way back to his own bed, and lie there alone while the Doctor slipped back in beside Rose, and she would never even know that he'd been gone.
Almost as if he know what Jack was thinking the Doctor put a finger under Jack's chin, tipping the man's face up to his,
"I will tell her soon, I promise."
Jack smiled, he knew the sincerity of the Time Lord's words, but he also knew that the Doctor would do anything to prevent Rose from being hurt.
"I know", he replied simply, but Jack really didn't know how the Doctor would find the words to tell Rose the one thing that she really should know.
Jack slipped his hand into the Doctor's pocket, pulling out the now almost empty bottle.
"I should probably keep that."
The Doctor smiled as he rose to his feet, pulling the robe around himself.
"I do love you Jack."
Jack watched the Doctor's back as he made his way back to Rose.
"I know you do Doctor," he whispered back, "But you love her as well."
