Jack unbuckled the Doctor's trousers and helped him to slip them off. It was something that he had done a few times over the last month but this time his heart was pounding as he did. As he went to remove the Doctor's pants though, the Doctor threw his arm over his eyes. Jack paused and reached up to gently move the Doctor's arm. His brown eyes were wide and it wasn't hard to read the confusion in the Doctor's eyes.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Jack asked him. The Doctor bit his lower lip and then nodded again. Jack stared at him for a moment wondering what was really going on in the Doctor's head. He didn't know the last time the Doctor had been willing intimate and the last thing he wanted to do was scare or hurt the Doctor. He continued to stare into the Doctor's eyes as he tried to figure out his next move. He was Captain Jack Harkness, yet the Doctor could make him feel like a teenager again. Making a decision, he toed his shoes off and climbed up onto the bed, laying next to the Doctor.
"Jack?" The Doctor wondered. His breathing was speeding up and when Jack took the Doctor's wrist he could feel the Doctor's hearts pounding. The Doctor was terrified of what Jack had planned and that wasn't going to do.
"Come here." Jack whispered as he held his arms up. The Doctor hesitated for a moment before scooting closer, allowing Jack to pull him into them. Jack held him as he kissed him softly on the lips. He ran his hands along the Doctor's side as he did, trying to relax him into his touch again. By the time he moved his hand back to the Doctor's groin the Doctor was kissing him back with soft, almost innocent kisses. He kept his own movements just as soft and slow, changing them based on the Doctor's reactions. The Doctor was not vocal, which surprised Jack, instead he had to judge what the Doctor liked based on the soft whimpers he was making.
After he lay shivering slightly, with his head on Jack's chest and his right hand across his own stomach. He hesitantly trailed his left hand down to reciprocate but Jack caught his hand and stopped him.
"When was the last time you did anything like this?" Jack asked him softly. He continued to hold the Doctor's hand, running his thumb gently back and forth across his knuckles.
"Not for three generations." The Doctor responded. *Willing,* he added silently to himself, trying hard not to think about the time on the Valiant with the Master. This had been different though, Jack had not tried to hurt him or make him scream.
"Really?" Jack asked in surprise. He knew it had been awhile but the actual amount of time startled him.
"A Time Lord's most valuable aspect is his mind. Therefore you must be above such mundane things as sex even for procreation. Even when the aim of sex was reproduction, it was wrong to wallow in sexual pleasure. The sensual feelings should be viewed as an unfortunate accompaniment and make us no better then animals." The Doctor stated monotonously. "By looming our children we are able to avoid the pleasures of the flesh and improve not only our intelligence but also weed out undesirable genetics."
"It sounds like all you could do on Gallifrey was study." Jack commented.
"Why do you think I ran away. I was never a very good Time Lord." The Doctor agreed. He was still shivering slightly and Jack worried that he was cold. Reaching down he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over them. The Doctor snuggled slightly closer to him.
"Were you loomed?" Jack wondered since the Doctor seemed to look down on himself as a Time Lord.
"No."
"Were all of your children loomed?" Jack asked him curiously, since the Doctor seemed to be in a talking mood.
"No, my wife and I loomed three sons together but I had another son who wasn't loomed." The Doctor admitted with a yawn.
"So you have had only four children?" Jack asked and the Doctor nodded.
"How many have you had Jack?" The Doctor questioned.
"I don't know for sure. I have had at least 10 kids over the years that I know of. My youngest now is in her thirties. Most of my children though were born during the 1800's before I realized that I was immortal." Jack informed him. He kissed the top of the Time Lord's head. He looked down at the Doctor and realized that he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He rested his cheek on the Doctor's head as his breathing evened out. Jack had successfully trapped himself in the Doctor's bed and though he wasn't tired, decided to just let the Doctor sleep.
They had moved forward in their relationship today and Jack hoped that it was only a matter of time before he would be able to actually go all the way with the Doctor. As hard as it was for him though, he was going to take their relationship slowly. He could wait as long as the Doctor needed to. He had nothing else to do at the moment so he closed his own eyes and tried to rest. He was almost asleep when the Doctor began to whimper.
"Koschei, no." He cried out in his sleep. Jack just held him tighter as he drifted off. In his dream though he was once aboard the Valiant and he watched as the Doctor cowered on the ground near the Master's feet. Jack suddenly realized this wasn't his dream but the Doctor's and he had caused it. Shit.