Chapter 3

The doctor was bored, to say the least. He had been staring at a wall for the past 15 minutes and was beginning to wonder what its name was. Okay, he was very bored.

"Jack, what am I supposed to be doing?" He called out. A grunt and a bang answered him before a voice did.

"Sit there and not… touch… anything!" Jacks voice was strained and he was making very odd noises.

"Are you alright?" the Doctor asked, standing from his chair a bit.

"Yes! I'm fine, just stay there!" another loud bang had the Doctor running to the garage where he found jack under a spaceship with a heavy looking part on his chest. He ran to him and pulled as hard as he could, falling back on his ass and heaving the spaceship part onto the ground in between them. Jack had grease wiped on his face and sweat on his forehead, his breathing hard. The Doctor couldn't take his eyes off of him, no matter how hard he tried; he could not take his eyes off of Jack. Jack looked up and saw a spark in the Doctors grey eyes; he felt his pants get tight and his breath hitch. The Doctor started to lean forward, his eyes locked with Jacks.

'What am I doing?' the Doctor thought briefly, but he didn't stop his decline onto Jacks chest. The doctors pink lips touched Jacks briefly before he closed his eyes, and the moment the connection was lost, Jack pushed him off and scooted back as far as head room would allow. He stared at the Doctor for a few seconds and the Doctor stared at the stained concrete.

"I thought I told you to stay put."Jack said weakly. The Doctor just nodded his head."You should go back inside." The Captain muttered. The Doctor snapped out of his daze and stood up with a sneer on his face.

"Yeah, you're welcome." He snapped before storming back into the house and slamming the door behind him.

Jack sat at the kitchen table and touched his lips. Not even 10 minutes ago the Doctor had his pressed against his…. And Jack fucking pushed him away. He wiped his hands down his now clean face and sighed. The Doctor had gone to the room Jack said he could have and locked the door. He didn't want to anger him too much so he just left him alone after he realized the handle didn't move. God what was he going to do?

He didn't know how to make the Doctor remember.

He didn't know how to fly the TARDIS.

He was in love with the Doctor and the Doctor just kissed him.

His life was falling apart. How was he going to fix all of that without ending his eternal life? He wouldn't, that's how. He would die of a heart break or a heart attack before all of those problems were fixed. He should just… what should he do? What could he do? He was in a hole, with no way out. Or, at least no visible way out.

He sighed and got up to go to his room. Once he was there he shut and locked the door, stripping his shirt and stretching the taut muscles it covered. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off while walking to the joined bathroom and starting the water for a shower. He sat while the water warmed up and palmed his cock through his boxer briefs, thinking about that hot boy just across the hall.

"I shouldn't have pushed him away." Jack moaned and tugged his now stiff rod through the hole in his underwear. He bit his lip and thought of the kisses he shared with all three versions of the Doctor. He could remember the feel of each pair of lips as though the kisses had been seconds ago, even though one was only minutes before. His back arched against the wall as he thought of the Doctors face now, but covered in sweat with his eyelids drooped over the grey orbs and his teeth biting his full bottom lip. Jacks hand started moving faster, the pre-cum making the friction more pleasurable. He then imagined the Doctors body, light pink nipples perked up on white skin, light muscles stretching across his abdomen and sweat covering his neck and chest. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and sped up a little more. He imagined the rest of the Doctors body, long pale legs stretched out on a mattress, toes curled and last but not least, long nimble fingers stroking a beautiful cock. Jack gasped and grunted at the same time as he came. His cream shooting all over the shower curtain. As his breath came down and the steam from the water filled the air, a tear slipped down his cheek. It was just too complicated. He couldn't love the Doctor, and the Doctor couldn't love him. That was just how it was.

Sad at the end… I don't like sad endings, but sometimes they must be done, and I'm kinda sad myself. I just watched half of a Matt Smith movie called Christopher and his kind… my internet went out at a sad part, so now I'm sad. Isn't it funny how films and books can play with the strings of your heart, and sometimes we get so absorbed in those, we don't live our own lives, they revolve around technology. It's weird I think…