Ladies and gents, I give you, le smexy time. Don't like, don't read.
The Doctor pulled the younger man into the room, closing the door behind them. The bedroom was small compared to other rooms in the TARDIS, with wood paneled walls lined with bookshelves. The Doctor pulled out a few heavy books, tossing them over his shoulder carelessly with a muffled thump. Jack kicked his shoes off, settling his toes in the soft carpet (a Gods awful shag that the Doctor adored) as he watched. The empty space where the books had been revealed a few twinkling buttons. The Doctor ran his fingers along them thoughtfully before pressing one. "Sound proofing system," he grinned sheepishly, still not meeting Jack's eye, "New addition. Old girl thought it might be helpful, traveling with a married couple and all. Oh! And I've gotten a new pillow since you've been here last!" he bounced across the room, splayed across the bed, and displayed a fluffy red pillow shaped like a lady big, "It's a Pillow Pet! Amy got it for me. It's a pillow, and a pet! Ingenious! Humans, I love them." Jack chuckled and sauntered over to the Doctor.
"It's cute." Jack said, amused, but knowing. He got down on his knees in front of the older man, and took his cheek in his hand. "But not as cute as you are when you don't know what to do with yourself. Please look at me." The Doctor unwillingly met his eyes, still clutching the pillow. "You know I'm not making you do anything. I just miss you is all." The Doctor sighed. He took Jack's hand from his face, pulling it to his lips and placing gentle kisses on his fingers. He then grinned, and patted the space on the bed next to him.
"Up here you."
Jack grinned, and pulled himself so he was laying next to the Doctor. The Doctor pulled him closer, kissing him for the third time that night. Jack rolled over on top of the Doctor, settling between his legs and deepening the kiss. The Doctor hummed happily, tracing his fingers down Jack's neck to his shoulders, under his jacket and slipping it off. The leather slipped down and got shoved away, falling to the floor silently. A bow tie and suit jacket followed shortly, forgotten on the carpet. But when Jack started fingering his shirt buttons, the Doctor jumped, swatting his hand away.
"Almost forgot! You thought you could make me forget, little vixen you are." The Doctor reached behind him, feeling for the switch. Jack huffed with displeasure; he had been hoping the Doctor would forget, just this time. While Jack pouted, the Doctor found what he was looking for and they were plunged into darkness.
"Screw you," Jack whined, poking the Doctor in the ribs. The Doctor chuckled.
"Maybe if you're nice." He smirked. Jack pouted, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could see the smirk on the Doctor's lips, but not the expression in his eyes. Jack hated that. The Doctor seemed to notice his displeasure, and pushed Jack down so their positions were switched. "You know the rules. You promised. " He said quietly, softening the reprimand with a kiss under Jack's jaw. He hungrily kissed lower, edging Jack's t shirt over his head as he did. Jack lifted his arms readily, enjoying the way the Doctor's warm lips felt on his bare skin. The Doctor shed his own shirt easily in the cover of darkness, fuddling impatiently with the buttons (and popping off more than one). Even in the heat of the moment, Jack couldn't help but be amused with the Doctor's unbearable awkwardness. But he was getting impatient, and slid his hands down the Doctor's back and under his trousers, getting a hold of his bum. The Doctor squeaked in surprise, arching into his hands without thinking about it. Jack could tell even in the darkness that he was blushing. He grinned.
"What, weren't you expecting that? Then this might surprise you too." He took his hands back, and swiftly flipped the Doctor back on his back, where he liked him. He kissed starting on his lips, wandering down his chest as his fingers made short work of the trouser button and zipper. The Doctor arched his back and lifted his hips to allow the clothing to be removed. He was practically purring with pleasure now as Jack began to stroke his erection through the cloth of his pants. Ticklish kisses along his stomach made the Doctor giggle, but he gasped loudly when the mouth moved to kiss his erection through the cloth of his pants. He had to dig his fingers into the blanket beneath him to keep from crying out (even with the sound proofing system, the thought of the smug look on Amy's face if she overheard anything was horrifying). Jack smirked at the Doctor's renitence, wondering what it would take to make him forget it. He ran his fingers lightly over the skin of the Doctor's stomach, making him squirm in a way that never got less endearing. Pants were disposed of, and a warm mouth met delicate skin. The Doctor flailed his arms, not sure how to process the feeling before finding Jack's hand. He happily threaded their fingers together, squeezing tighter when Jack did something particularly…imaginative with his tongue. Jack smiled around his mouthful and squeezed back. The Doctor pulled him up and took him into a kiss, tasting himself on the younger man's mouth.
"Why," he asked, "Am I the only naked person in this room?" Jack laughed against the Doctor's mouth.
"Well," he whispered in the Doctor's ear "Do something about it." The Doctor shivered and ran his hands down Jack's sides, helping him wiggle out of his trousers and pants. The uninhibited skin on skin made Jack moan aloud as the Doctor explored with his hands. "You trust me?"
Those words made the Doctor pause and tense up. He balled and unballed his hands at Jack's sides. Jack waited patiently, soothingly running his thumb against the Doctor's side. Slowly, he felt the Doctor relax underneath him. Carefully, he dared to place a kiss on the Doctor's forehead, praying he wasn't pushing. Thankfully, the Doctor lifted his face and hesitantly met his lips.
"I trust you."
Jack grinned, and kissed the Doctor again.
"Amazing." Jack started tracing down the Doctor's side, moving slowly down to between his legs. The Doctor arched his back and reached his arm out towards the small stand near the bed.
"It must be here somewhere…I can't see." After fumbling for a minute, he procured a small bottle from the drawer. "This..might..eh..help…" Jack chuckled. The Doctor was naked underneath him, pushing a bottle of lubricant at him, and still couldn't shake off his prudishness. He took the bottle, and kissed the Doctor as he put some of the liquid on his fingers. Even though he was expecting it, the Doctor jumped a little when he felt Jack massage gently against his entrance. He forced himself to relax, with help from the little kisses and bites Jack was giving along the crook of his neck. "oh…" he sighed as he felt Jack push one finger in gently. Jack added another slowly, watching his face for signs of pain. When he noticed none, he began to scissor his fingers carefully. The Doctor bit his lip, spending most of his energy on keeping quiet. Not an easy task, not with Jack leaving little bruises on his neck, not with Jack's warmth over top of him, not with Jack's excellent fingers moving perfectly, perfectly…
Jack, satisfied that the Doctor seemed ready, removed his fingers and entered himself. He gritted his teeth, wanting to move but knowing he had to wait. Slowly, slowly, he felt the Doctor relax, welcoming him in completely. The Doctor whimpered quietly, digging his fingertips into Jack's hipbones. Jack began to move slowly, moving in and out at a painfully slow pace that was driving him insane. The Doctor arched his back.
"Faster." Jack heard him whisper, shyly but needing. Jack braced himself on the bed, and began to pick up his pace, angling trying to hit the right spot. When he did, the Doctor forgot his renitence and cried out loudly, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Jack took hold of the Doctor's erection, and started pumping in time with his strokes. The Doctor was seeing stars by this point, calling out a string of jumbled endearments and curses, a few in languages the TARDIS didn't translate. Jack's arms shook as he neared his end, stroking wildly into the Doctor. The Doctor finished first, calling his name. Jack finished right after. He then promptly collapsed on top of the Doctor, struggling to catch his breath. The Doctor wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back gently.
"Doc, have I ever told you you're beautiful?"
"Shut up," a pause "You are too."
Well, you asked for a longer chapter. Here it is! First time writing smut, did I get the pants/trousers thing right? I'm American and stupid. Review? Please?