The Doctor paced back and forth in his room aboard the TARDIS. He had lied to Jack. Normally that wouldn't have bugged him so much as he had lied to a lot of people over the years. Only, this time, it was different. He had let Jack show him how much he actually love him, only to be told in the morning that Jack didn't remember and it had hurt. So rather than confess to Jack that they had sex, he had been a coward and lied. Now, though, he was alone once more in the TARDIS and he just wanted to be held by Jack again. He wanted to feel Jack's body move with his in a way that was pleasurable and not the pain that he had come to associate sex with over that horrible year. He could go to Cardiff and tell Jack the truth, beg Jack not to be mad at him before giving Jack the one night that he had promised him, but instead he continued to pace his room.
He felt his body stirring at the thought of Jack moving inside him. He reached for his member, stopping short as he couldn't bring himself to actually touch it. He had been taught at a young age that as a Time Lord he had to be above such things as pleasuring himself. It was a conditioning that he had never been able to break himself of, even as he rebelled. He growled in frustration trying to will it away like a good Time Lord. He couldn't do it, though, as the thought of Jack taking him in his hand surfaced in his mind again. Making up his mind, he quickly adjusted himself in his trousers, not being able to stop the moan of pleasure that escaped his lips at the touch, before hurrying out to the control room. Going over to the console, he set the coordinates to the hub in Cardiff. He wondered if he was making the right decision the entire time that he danced around the console. That thought faded as he set the TARDIS down inside Jack's office and hurried out.
"Is there a problem Doc?" Jack asked as he came up the ladder from his room. He was wearing just a pair of trousers leaving his chest bare.
"No," The Doctor responded as he practically though himself into Jack's arms. He held him tightly, pressing their bodies together and feeling an answering hardness in Jack's own trousers. "Please, Jack, I need you for just one night." Whether or not Jack found this request strange, the Doctor didn't know as he picked the Doctor up in his arms and carried him through to his room in the TARDIS. He laid the Doctor on his bed, kissing him softly as he ran his hand down his stomach. The Doctor's breathing sped as he felt Jack undoing his belt, then pulling down his zipper. His back arched and his breathing hitched when Jack slipped his hand inside taking his member carefully in his hand.
"Jack," The Doctor moaned, reaching out to reciprocate. He slipped his hand down Jack's pajama trousers, feeling him hot and heavy in his hand. He was unsure of his own movements but Jack didn't seem to mind.
"Oh Doctor," Jack groaned. His hand left the Doctor long enough for him to remove the Doctor's trousers before settling one hand back on the Doctor's member. His other hand crept lower and the Doctor cried out as his body was breached by Jack's fingers. His own hands moved to the blankets to grip them tightly in his fist as he let his legs fall open. A part of him knew that he should stop Jack and confess the truth to him before things went any further. He would tell him after he promised himself as Jack's fingers found his prostate.
"Please Jack, I need more," He whimpered. He could have cried in frustration when he felt Jack's fingers leave his body, that feeling was quickly gone, though, as Jack positioned himself above him, pushing slowly into his body. He let go of the blankets to hold Jack tightly against him, just wanting to feel all of his body while they were joined. Jack smiled kissing the side of his neck as he moved lazily inside of him.
"Is this what you needed?" Jack questioned.
"Yes," The Doctor whispered in reply. Jack kept his movements slow, as he made love to the Doctor. The Doctor whimpered his name over and over again, a sound that Jack committed to memory, hoping silently that he would be able to hear it again one day. Finally, the Doctor tensed in his arms his head thrown back with his mouth open in a silent cry as he fell over the edge. Seeing and feeling the Doctor find his release sent Jack over as well and he spilled himself deep inside the Doctor's body. Spent, he rolled off the Doctor laying on his back as he tried to catch his breath. The Doctor didn't move, though, as he continued to stare up at the ceiling with his legs falling open.
"Are you alright?" Jack questioned slightly worried.
"Fine," The Doctor answered. "Can we forget that I said one night?"
"Of course. It's just too bad you find being on your hands and knees embarrassing, there are so many fun positions we could try," Jack informed him. He turned his head to look at Jack.
"You remember," He accused Jack. Jack smiled at him.
"And you lied," Jack reminded him in the same tone. "Besides did you ever really think I would forget making love to you?" The Doctor rolled his eyes, before turning over to rest his head on Jack's chest. Settling against him, he felt Jack drop a kiss on the top of his head as he drifted off to sleep safe in his arms.
