The Doctor had selected a movie, and the pair of them were sitting together on a comfortable couch, wrapped in a blanket. The room was fairly dark, and they were both engrossed in the film. Jack had been cold, since the Tardis was setting the environment to a comfortable temperature for the Doctor, and so had gotten the blanket to put over both of them. He had moved closer to the other man for warmth, despite his body being naturally cooler than a human's. But now, somehow during the course of the film, Jack had ended up lying on the Doctor, both of them facing the television. The Doctor's arm was wrapped around his left shoulder, his right leaning on the arm of the couch in front of the Timelord. Jack suddenly became aware of the Doctor absent-mindedly stroking his arm with the hand that rested upon his shoulder. He tried to control his breathing, so that the Doctor wouldn't notice…they were pressed up against each other, and a change in that rhythm would be noticeable. He enjoyed it; the Doctor's soft touch managing to make him shiver every now and again.

The Doctor shifted to get comfortable again, this time aligning himself right behind Jack, his chest pressed against Jack's muscular shoulders. He let his arm dangle down Jack's front, and jumped slightly when he felt Jack hold his hand. His palm was gentle and warm, inviting, until Jack let go and moved further away. The Doctor's heart sank; Jack didn't want to be close. He felt utterly disappointed, and slightly embarrassed with trying to extend the contact between them. Jack had just reached to the floor and picked up a pillow upon which to rest his head, and placed it up against the arm of the couch. The Doctor grasped the blanket as Jack wriggled, ending up facing him with his head on the pillow. He looked down into the short black hair from where his head rested on his arm, elbow perched upon the couch arm. Jack had closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

The Doctor wanted to just … move his hand down the side of Jack's face, feel his warm skin beneath his fingers. He wasn't sure why, but he had stopped questioning himself at least in regards to the validity of his feelings. He quietly moved his head closer to Jack's, not only wanting to alleviate the pressure his head placed upon his wrist, but to just decrease the distance between them. While Jack wasn't watching, as to avoid any inquisitions that could devolve into awkward. Without thinking, the Doctor lifted his other hand (the one he wasn't leaning on) and ran the back of his fingers along Jack's cheek. Jack snapped his eyes open at this, and looked into the Doctor's. The brown eyes seemed shocked, but were also waiting. Waiting to see what he would do in response. There was a slight pause, as Jack's brain buzzed all the while being overwhelmed by emotions and the Doctor looked into the crystal depths of his eyes, before Jack moved quickly upwards and softly kissed the Doctor on the lips. He returned to where he was before, only a few inches away, within an instant. His head was swimming, trying to make sense of his emotions, knowing that he couldn't just act how he felt – because it was the Doctor. His heart was pounding as he remained motionless, looking into the couch cushioning in front of him, for what felt like minutes. The Doctor abandoned rational thought, and gave in to his feelings, wants, and desires. He bent forward and returned Jack's kiss, tenderly pressing his lips upon Jack's.

Jack relaxed, unaware of how tense he was. The Doctor didn't yell or run or make a scene like he had feared, but actually wanted him as well. Jack slid his hand behind the Doctor, so he could move closer and press against his lips. He had wanted this for so long that he almost found it hard to believe it was real. The Doctor released from the kiss, but kept his forehead pressed against Jack's, looking into his blue eyes. Jack had so many questions, but decided against asking any. He knew this was a sensitive moment for the Doctor, and didn't want to scare him away from intimacy. So he waited. He almost expected the Doctor to suddenly straighten and begin regretting what had just transpired. But he didn't… just remained where he was, head pressed against Jack's. The seconds passed away, and Jack's curiosity got the better of him.
"Doctor?" He asked, leaving a pause to see if it would be filled for him. Mainly because he was afraid of asking the next question, but he had to know.
"Is this what you want?"

As Jack feared, the Doctor moved backwards, to rest upon the back of the couch. He didn't take his eyes off Jack, however. Jack's expression was mixed with happiness, fear, and sorrow as he stared into the Doctor's contemplative eyes.

"Yes. This isn't just some 'in the heat of the moment' thing, Jack, I have wanted to for a while."
"How long?"
The Doctor had hoped he didn't get asked that question. Didn't Jack want him? Or only if he had waited for a long time just like Jack had. But he had to answer honestly.

"Well… only let myself feel these things after the building collapsed. But before then, there was something there…I just, hid it away deep inside. I guess I was afraid of it. But it wasn't until I came to depend on you so much did it burst out of that little box and take me over completely… and now I don't want it to go. I am still so, so nervous…but I know that I don't want to ignore it any longer, Jack. I know I want you, and I don't care what that means for everything else in my life. With all the others… I lost them. I didn't want to let myself feel anything like that again, because the pain of losing them was too great. But this is different… not because you can't die, but … I'm not really sure why. But it feels it. And I don't want to run from it."

Jack smiled, he knew that the Doctor must be telling the truth, because what he was saying would be awkward for him, and an awkward Doctor is one that babbles. And he was babbling, even though Jack was glad to hear it all. Jack ran his fingers through the Timelord's hair and down his cheek, resting on his lips.

"It's ok, Doctor. I just didn't want to take advantage of you in any way, if you were just reacting to my company after almost dying."

Jack withdrew his hand, allowing the Doctor to respond.
"No. That only helped me realise what was there, and built upon it."
"I was so afraid that you wouldn't return my affections, Doctor. I spent so long telling myself to forget it, to move on, but I couldn't. The more I tried to stay just friends, the more I wanted to be closer. But I couldn't let you know, because I thought you wouldn't ever feel the same."
"I do, Jack."

Their conversation was over, not wanting to become too lengthy when there was so much going on that remained unsaid. So Jack snuggled up into the Doctor, drawing the blanket up higher and pushing the pillow backwards to support their sides as they leaned on the couch arm. The Doctor put his arms around Jack, who placed his hands on top, and rested his head against Jack's short black hair. The pair continued to watch the end of the movie, feeling entirely differently than mere minutes ago. Any awkwardness had disappeared, and both just enjoyed each other's close company.