The Doctor laid with Jack for over an hour as he waited impatiently for his lover to return to him. The only hope that he had that Jack was going to return to him was the fact that the cut on his neck had healed to a red scar that served as a temporary reminder of how far that he had fallen. Martha carefully removed the stitches from his neck then scanned his wrist to find that the sprain was nearly healed. She helped the Doctor to give him a sponge bath and dress him a clean pair of pajamas before taking a seat on the next bed over. The Doctor didn't feel like talking and there was little more they could do than wait while Jack's body healed enough for him to revive. With Jack clean, the Doctor cuddled Jack close from behind, running his hand gently along Jack's chest. There was no sign that Jack was about to wake before a deep gasp indicated that Jack had returned to life.
Jack didn't remember dying. The last thing he remembered was laying in the Doctor's arms as he drifted off to sleep. He had awoken with the familiar gasp and the relief that always followed his revivals as air filled his lungs once more. He opened his eyes then closed them quickly again. Opening them slowly once more, he looked around the familiar medi-bay of the TARDIS. He looked down at the gentle hands that were caressing his chest to see the Doctor's long fingers absentmindedly stroking him. Daring to turn his head, he saw that the Doctor was watching him carefully waiting to see his response.
"How?" Jack questioned.
"I figured out what was causing your autron energy to be surprised in your body," The Doctor explained. Jack nearly cried in relief as he realized that he heard the Doctor without being telepathically connected. The Doctor's voice was softer than normal, but he could hear again. He squirmed in the Doctor's arms turning over so that he could face him. He ran his fingers down the side of the Doctor's face before pressing their mouths together. The Doctor returned the kiss softly not letting Jack deepen it as Jack tried to kiss him more forcefully. Looking past the Doctor, Jack saw why. Martha was sitting on the bed trying not to watch them, but Jack could tell she was eager to examine him. Sighing he broke the kiss with the Doctor. The Doctor looked at him apologetically, then kissed him one last time before easing himself out of the bed.
Jack soon lost track of how many test were run on him and how long he was in the medi-bay as the Doctor and Martha proceeded to poke and prod him. He was happy to find out that his body was healing. While it was still slower than normal, he wasn't at risk of being injured for the rest of eternity anymore either. His wrist would heal within the next few days on its own and so would his ears. Much to everyone's surprise, though, his eyes had already completely healed themselves. Jack was thankful as he didn't think he could take another night of the strange lights flashing against his eyelids. As eager as he was to hear how he was healing, he was happier when they finally allowed him to leave the medi-bay with the Doctor. The two of them had a light meal inside of the kitchen before going to the Doctor's room. With his eyesight now returned, he was terrified the Doctor was going to return him to Torchwood and leave. He shouldn't have worried, though, because as soon as they were alone together the Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack pulling him close.
"I thought I lost you," The Doctor informed him before pressing their mouths together, kissing Jack roughly. Jack returned the kiss just as deeply pushing his tongue into the Doctor's mouth running it along his teeth. The Doctor moaned pulling at the buttons on Jack's shirt wanting to feel his hot skin against his own cool body. Jack didn't break the kiss as he shrugged out of his shirt letting it drop to the ground. The Doctor's shirt soon followed and then crawled up on the bed together with their mouth's still joined.
"Doctor," Jack gasped against his lips as a cool hand found its way into his trousers wrapping around his member. Jack thrust his hips against the Doctor's hand, reaching back to the drawer beside the bed. He dug in it desperate to find the small bottle of lube that he kept there. Not finding it he tried to remember the last time he had it. Moving the pillow on his side of the bed, he found it hidden beneath the pillow. He quickly opened it applying it to his fingers. Slipping his hand into the Doctor's trousers, he pressed his fingers up into the Doctor's body. The Doctor moaned pushing back against Jack's hand. Removing his fingers, they didn't break apart even as they kicked off their trousers. Jack lifted the Doctor's bottom up onto a pillow aligning himself before pushing slowly into the willing body.
"Oh Rassilon Jack," The Doctor whimpered. He held Jack as tightly as he could against him as their bodies moved as one. He lifted his legs wrapping them around Jack's back, holding Jack to him. Overwhelmed by sensations, Jack found his release first deep inside the Doctor's body. Not a selfish lover, he held himself in the Doctor's body as he moved his hand between them. Gripping the Doctor in his hand, he helped the Doctor fall over the edge after him. Even after finding their releases, they were reluctant to separate. Jack laid his head on the Doctor's shoulder, just holding him tight as the Doctor ran his hand along Jack's spine.
"I love you," Jack whispered.
"I love you too, Jack," The Doctor responded. He turned his head kissing Jack softly on the side of his neck. Jack leaned back enough that he could look the Doctor in the eyes.
"I don't want this to end," Jack informed him.
"It doesn't have to," The Doctor responded, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at Jack's statement.
"I eventually will need to return to Torchwood, I can't just abandon my team. We have been through too much together to leave them now, but I don't want to leave you either Doctor. I love you, and this short time that we have had together isn't enough. I don't want it to end now that I have my senses back," Jack told him.
"It doesn't have to. I have a time machine, Jack. We can explore the entire universe together and you can still return to Torchwood whenever you want to. I might even be able to help you sort the artifacts that come through the rift," The Doctor told him.
"Yeah?" Jack questioned a smile crossing his face.
"Well, someone has to make sure you humans don't destroy the planet," The Doctor told him smugly. His smug grin vanished quickly, though, as Jack thrust his hips making sure to brush against the Doctor's prostate. The Doctor groaned at the sensation. Happy that he had found a way to silence the Doctor, Jack slowly took full advantage of having the Doctor in his arms. He planned on learning the Doctor's entire body and now was the perfect time to start.