Title: Punk Venom
Author: Shen
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Jack/Rose
Summary: When chipmunks go bad, and the Doctor's on call, where does that leave Jack? A Ten/Jack/Rose OT3 fic. From the prompt: Someone is hurt; someone else provides comfort; and the third member of the trio feels left out.
Author's Note: I'm confused, guys! Usually, reviewers are my favorites; you're so consistent and genuine. But with this story, you're awful silent! So drop me a few words if you can spare a minute – if nothing else, then to tell me what's so mediocre that you're disinclined to say anything at all! :-p
On a separate note, this is my first time writing threesome smut, so I hope you like it!
Chapter 3: Positive Reinforcement
The Doctor is a model of contrition on their way back to the TARDIS. It seems that being made aware of and acknowledging Jack's feelings encourages him to be more mindful of his own actions. He sits next to the younger man on the transport home and is rewarded with a kiss on both cheeks, one by each partner. Jack pouts a little when the Doctor later excuses himself for twenty minutes, but all is forgiven when he comes back with ice cream cones for everyone in their favorite flavors. The reward for that is a dab of ice cream on his chin, and the perpetrator's attempt to clean it off it almost goes swimmingly well for all three of them until the people in the neighboring compartment complain about the giggling and other noises. Finally, all three hold hands on the walk back home.
~*~*~*~
"Thank you, Doctor. That's much better," says Rose as she sits on a medbay cot.
"Wait!" exclaims Jack. She looks at him in alarm but then rolls her eyes as he gently takes her previously injured hand and awards it a gentlemanly kiss. "I almost forgot before."
"Well, it was good before, but now it's perfect." She kisses him, and he smiles into it . It grows more heated until a minute in, when she pulls away and just hugs him. Jack obliges her, but he frowns when she buries her face in his shirt and goes still. The men share a look, and the Doctor joins the embrace with one arm around her shoulders and the other across the small of Jack's back.
Jack rubs her back comfortingly, "Hey, now. Are you alright?"
"Yeah," comes the muffled response. "I just..." The explanation trails off.
"You had a hard time of it," coaxes the Doctor. "Even by our standards."
"I was scared. I don't like not being able to breathe, you know?" She finally pulls back to look at them both, and Jack sees that her eyes are unusually bright. The Doctor, in a rare show of silent genius, kisses her cheek and nips her ear playfully, drawing out a watery laugh. Her hand leaves Jack's back to hastily swipe at her eyes.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" asks the Doctor.
"My problems weren't as important. Our relationship is first priority, right? And it was stupid of me to get bitten in the first place."
Jack scolds her lightly, "Well, of course the relationship comes first, which is why you don't ever hesitate to tell us when something like this is bothering you. Even big, bad – also suave, brave, and debonair – Time Agents like myself don't like losing control over basic functions like breathing. And any one of us could have got bitten! If anything, I should have realized something was wrong instead of joking about it. I mean, for something that small to attack a stationary giant and then not run away? Obviously poisonous."
"Yeah, I guess... Though don't you feel bad about not saying something sooner; it wouldn't have changed a thing." Silence settles over the trio for a moment as they reflect on the incident, but then Rose brightens abruptly. "Hey, you know what'll make all three of us feel better?" They recognize that look in her eye but guess wildly anyway.
"Parcheesi?" suggests Jack.
"A haircut?"
"Comic books?"
"Jaffa cakes and chocolate milk?"
"Hey, I could actually go for that later."
"How about dirt cakes and milkweed?"
"Aaand, no longer."
Rose swats both of them with a laugh.
"No, geniuses of mine. Meet me in the bedroom in half an hour? I haven't seen a real shower since before the hospital, so that comes first."
~*~*~*~
When Rose enters the room in her dressing gown, her men sit waiting for her. She thinks it kind of sweet, but this once she wouldn't have minded them starting without her. Seriously, her post-trauma fears are secondary to the very stability of their bond. Oh well; at least they're holding hands.
Jack stands up to greet her, and she meets him with a kiss. When she fists her hands in his T-shirt, he rests his own on her hips... and after a leisurely snog, she reaches down and pinches his arse. Chuckling, he lets her go and pats her bum to send her towards the Doctor, who had been watching the embrace hungrily.
She walks up and gives the Doctor a peck on the lips, then a real kiss, then more – as her mouth takes further liberties with his, the rest of her crawls into his lap, where she presses into him in all the right places. Once fully straddled, he takes advantage of the situation by cupping her bum, picking her up, and turning her around to be dumped back on the bed. As she bounces, she laughs at the short ride; this incarnation can be so playful! But he places his knee between her legs and climbs back onto the bed, encouraging her further up it until he's looming over her with a devilish grin. It lies somewhere between peacock pride at his smooth maneuver and wolfish intent to consume. Her expression mirrors his, but she shortly loses it in a hiss of delight: he's begun to give gratuitous attention to her neck.
As her hands fist in his hair and drag along his scalp (she loves the way he rumbles his approval against her skin), Jack begins to pull at the belt of her robe, making short work of the knot.
Now the Doctor is following her neck to her cleavage, now again kissing her mouth; the wool of his trousers is scratching the inside of her thighs while Jack's nimble fingers caress her belly, tantalize the sensitive underside of her breasts, and finally pay attention to the hardened buds at their center. It's almost too much sensory input this early, and yet one area aches for more.
But not yet. Rose grips the Doctor by the sides of his face and pulls him away. He sits back on his haunches. Then, Rose's other hand moves to Jack's cheek, drawing him towards the Doctor. They know what she wants; Jack sits up and kisses the Doctor.
It's an entrancing sight, different from when the Doctor wore black instead of brown – but every bit as enjoyable one. The sharp angles of their faces parry as they trade dominance and submission, plundering and being searched themselves. Still, she only allows herself a few seconds of enjoying the show before she reaches for Jack's belt. That undone, she pulls his t-shirt up to reveal his chiseled abs and just manages to reach them with her lips.
"Yee!" is his response, prompting a laugh from all three.
"That tickles, especially with your hair, Rose," he grouches with feigned annoyance even as he obliges her in taking off his T-shirt.
"Not sorry." She ghosts a hand over the stiff crotch of his jeans, evoking a gulp.
"And you, too, obviously need my help." Rose opens the Doctor's suit jacket with practiced ease, and her removal of his shirt is only interrupted when Jack pulls her dressing gown the rest of the way off. Clothing gets tossed in every direction, as she points out that the other two may as well be fair and get naked, too.
Rose reclines on the bed as the men strip, simply taking in the stunning view. Jack, wearing far fewer layers, finishes first and moves to cover Rose's body with his own broad one. He slowly settles over her, warmth rolling up her form in his wake until it peaks with a kiss.
Jack is a fantastic kisser, pliant in all the right ways, then pushing and teasing with his tongue. It's driving her up the wall, and to express her "displeasure," she digs her nails into his shoulders. The answering growl against her lips thrills her, makes her push harder against his. Dexterous hands travel down her side until he slides it over the side of her bum and under her thigh. She lifts the leg, shifting them closer, and at this, the snog deepens. However, he then disengages, her head trying fruitlessly to follow his. Her pout goes unacknowledged as he instead moves to her neck and bites it.
Rose voices her approval with a moan. Over Jack's mussed head, she sees the Doctor move in and kiss the other man's shoulder. Though one hand rests on the bed by her side, she thinks his lucky one must be somewhere fun, the way Jack suddenly groans against her skin. But ooh, Jack's digits have moved as well, spreading her folds and sampling her moisture before sliding upwards.
He could be spelling something, she thinks, or just moving randomly, but whatever the source of Jack's inspiration, his fingers are doing wonderful things to her. Around in circles and side to side, a glancing caress and then he's right where she wants him to touch. Her stomach is already beginning to tighten, to coil up - whenever he pauses, it's to pull back and give a tap that makes her gasp and twitch her hips upward. Jack's kisses swallow her gasping, but she abruptly turns her head away.
"No." Two bodies freeze in the bed.
"No?" Jack asks, somewhere between frightened and injured. Rose throws a leg around his, grabs his shoulders, and forces him to roll over. It's only when she climbs on top of him that he exclaims, "Oh!" Now he's delighted, of course, looking flushed and cheeky beneath her. She plants a sweet kiss on each cheek, then snogs the smirk off his face. The Doctor reclines beside them, apparently content to see where she goes with this game.
Her mouth travels down, nipping Jack's neck in loving revenge before meeting his nipple and giving it a lick. Not every man likes this, she's found, but he's quite sensitive here.
Her voice is low and sultry, "I don't like you feeling neglected, Jack. I'm sorry."
"While you're doing that, don't you w-oh." The bite she delivers to the bud truncates more than just his words; the entire thought seems to have been sent scampering, the way his head rolls back in pleasure. Rose just smiles and pinches his other nipple for good measure before working her way down his chest and cut abs. Her hair trails alongside, making his stomach fidget with the tickle and his manhood twitch for an altogether different reason. Cruelly, she nuzzles and kisses his thighs, taking her time before descending on his penis with her mouth.
The Doctor is done watching; he greedily assaults Jack's lips, pressing him to the bed as Rose makes his body rise high on the feeling of her lips around him. She pulls away to slide her tongue slowly up the underside, and from here she can see the Doctor toy with Jack's nipples as Jack grasps the Doctor's cock. Then, her tongue's swirling at the tip before she plunges down again, enveloping as much of Jack's penis as she can. A hum sets him shuddering, and then Rose moves him to the side of her mouth, freeing her tongue to rub and play with one side of him while the other still rests in her warmth.
When she caresses Jack's balls, she can feel that they're tight. He'll come soon, with so much attention.
A hand alights on Rose's shoulder and glides over her side, ghosting by her breast and coming to rest on her arse. She can feel him now, the Doctor poised at her entrance even as she bends over Jack. Yes, she wants him badly. Even a year ago, she might have thought herself slaggish for enjoying such debauchery as providing pleasure to two men at once. But now, the feeling of being doubly possessed and loved beats out all. And the desire to be thoroughly shagged and debauched doesn't seem so bad anyway.
But again, this time, no. Rose rolls off of Jack and away from the Doctor. Without waiting for their inevitable confusion, she puts her hand on the Doctor's and just looks pointedly at him, then Jack. The Doctor nods.
"Jack," he says roughly.
"B-what?" The poor man's still reeling from the sudden loss of Rose's ministrations, and she allows herself a thrill of pride.
"Roll over." Understanding, Jack grins widely before doing as he's told. Rose fetches the lube from the bedside table and passes it to the Doctor, who spreads some on his fingers. She just enjoys the show as first one, then two fingers get Jack ready. Finally, the Time Lord's lithe body poises over Jack's and fully entwines, slowly sliding home. Rose is perfectly positioned to see Jack's face as his mouth falls open in pleasure, all the sexier for the kiss-swollen lips that frame the expression. He's been waiting for this, she knows. The Doctor had been conspicuously avoiding full sex with Jack since his regeneration.
But no longer. After a little trial and error to find the right angle (judged best by the frequency of Jack's, "Ahh, oh god"s), he quickly works up to a firm rhythm, driving the other man into the bed. Jack, who was already so close to orgasm before beginning, is panting heavily, groaning, and generally enjoying himself to the fullest. Rose feels no shame in just watching as these two beautiful men become one over and over again. The Doctor speeds up, and Jack pushes up into him. Flat planes and muscles are on their finest display with the exertion, shining and writhing. Rose takes Jack's hand, and he spares her a loving look before a particularly well-aimed thrust of the Doctor's closes his eyes and pushes the air from his lungs in a moan.
Finally, the Doctor leans down and bites Jack on the shoulder, mingling pain with heightened pleasure and pushing Jack from the precipice. With a loud yell, he stiffens and squeezes Rose's hand almost painfully. She kisses his as he begins to come down.
Now, having pleased his partner, the Doctor abandons technique and pounds himself to completion, handsome face flushed and scrunched with effort. He collapses on the younger man, spent, and drops a kiss on the tooth-marked shoulder, prompting a happy sigh.
"I," breathes Rose hoarsely, "will never get tired of watching that."
"But you didn't come," frowns Jack.
"And that's completely unacceptable. Appalling, even. Definitely below par." The Doctor moves with each sentence, pulling free of Jack, going to Rose, and pulling her further down the bed. She giggles at his forcefulness as she slides down the duvet. However, now he's kneeling between her legs, exhalations tickling her nether regions, and anticipation nearly makes her stop breathing. "I think I know how to fix it, fortunately."
"Not without me you don't." Jack is suddenly behind her head and reaching for her arms. She lets him pin her that way, hands over her head while he delivers a brief kiss to her lips. In that same moment, the Doctor goes down on her, and the sudden attention to the sensitized area makes her whimper in delight.
Rose is trapped but feels wanton, held by her lovers as they confess their affection with their mouths. It's a balm to her fears, as she imagines it is to theirs. Jack busies himself with her shoulders and chest as the Doctor licks down, sampling her entrance. He takes his time, mimicking with his tongue what his body has just done to Jack. Then up he goes again, until direct contact with her clitoris makes her hips thrust up and the Doctor hold her more firmly. His effort is in earnest now, whirling in complex patterns around, around, then across, and oh god, when he lets his teeth juuust graze it, it's more than she can take. The tremors in her clenched belly whip through her limbs, white hot and lingering.
She comes down from her high with Jack smiling at her upside-down while the Doctor smugly wipes his mouth nearby. For once, she can't think of a word to say about his ego.
They get cleaned up and change the duvet before settling into a good cuddle. The Doctor's in the middle; Rose rests her head on his chest, and Jack throws an arm over his stomach. At last, Rose feels truly secure. She has an amazing ship to protect her and comfortable arms to lie in, ones that will also rouse her from any nightmares the chipmunk misadventure might give her. Arms attached to two men who care for her deeply and, she's positive, care as much for each other.
"Jack?" queries the Doctor.
"Mmm?" Rose can tell that he's on the edge of a sated sleep.
"I don't know what I was thinking. That, what we just did, is worth quite a bit of discomfort. You, you both are worth all the itchy brains in the galaxy."
Rose chimes in, "You might not even notice it one day, Doctor."
"I told you it's fading with association. But you think the acclimatization could happen faster?" She doesn't have to look to know he's grinning. "With this kind of positive reinforcement, you might be right."
END