Jack had been shocked when The Doctor had come to his room, looking confused and tired, Jack had also been horny, as he had been in the middle of a fantasy involving him, The Doctor, a pair of handcuffs, and very few clothes. And he had been hopeful, he had been hoping, SO badly, that The Doctor was here for THAT , To finish up where his fantasy had left off. The smirk and flirtatious tone came naturally, easily, and quickly. He barely even realized it until the words came out of his mouth:
"reconsidering my offer, doc?"
However, his hopes had been crushed when the Doctor's eyes widened in the dark, and he stumbled backwards. The Doctor tripped on Jack's boots and before Jack could do anything, he heard the Doctor's head hit the bookcase with a resounding "crack" that made Jack sick to his stomach. Jack had scrambled out of bed and over to where the Doctor was lying –not bleeding, thank god- but definitely knocked out, and looking so pale, and was it natural to be horny at a time like this? He lifted the Doctor's limp body as one might lift a sleeping child, and placed him in the soft bed in the centre of the room. Finally, he sat down, all the while trying to get the image of the Doctor in his bed out of his head. Now there was nothing left to do but wait.
It looked longer on the page, I swear!
