Though the Doctor wanted more from Jack, Jack didn't allow him to take their escapades any further while in the hospital. It frustrated the Doctor to no end as he wasn't confident enough to ask Jack for what he wanted, but tried to guide him. On several occasions, he squirmed so that Jack's groin was rested against his bottom his breath coming in short burst as he waited with anticipation. Except even though he could feel that Jack wanted him, Jack never gave in. The Doctor didn't understand why Jack wouldn't make love to him like he wanted. The rubbing was nice and once Jack used his hand to bring the Doctor to completion, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel Jack moving inside him while he stared into Jack's eyes. He had felt a shudder go through himself at the thought as he laid in Jack's arms. He wasn't sure where his new sex drive was coming from all he knew was that it was unfit for a proper Time Lord.
On Friday morning, he actually found himself speaking with Ian about his drug use. Ian never pressured him to talk, in fact, they had spent the last two sessions just playing chess. His cravings were peaking again that morning, though, and he couldn't concentrate on the game. He sat there trying to think while he told Ian about how he started taking the drug by mixing it with his tea.
"I still miss the bitterness," The Doctor admitted as he finally moved his pawn.
"Have you considered giving up tea for awhile?" Ian questioned. The Doctor looked at him like he had suddenly grown two heads and Ian chuckled. "There are other hot drinks you can choose from like hot chocolate or coffee in the meantime."
"My former self liked coffee, but this regeneration never developed a taste for it," The Doctor answered. Whether or not Ian found his statement strange he didn't say as he took the Doctor's pawn with his bishop. The Doctor moved his rook regretting the move immediately when Ian used his own rook to take the piece. He should have seen the move and immediately beaten Ian, but all he could think about were the small bags of powder. Standing up he went to the door opening it. Jack looked up from where he was sitting against the wall talking to someone on the phone.
"You still have about thirty minutes Doc," Jack informed him after a quick glance at his watch.
"I want coffee," The Doctor told him. Jack looked at him confused as he stood up.
"Are you sure?" He wondered before he wasted his time going to the kitchen to make the Doctor a cup of coffee just to have him complain that he wanted tea. The Doctor nodded. "I'll be right back." The Doctor went back into the room to see Ian still waiting for him by the chess board. Walking over to it, he used his hand to swipe all the pieces to the ground before sitting down grumpily on the bed.
"I guess the game is over," Ian responded beginning to pick up the pieces off the ground and placing them back into the box. The Doctor huffed irritated kicking one of the pieces under the table. "You should pick that up."
"No," The Doctor replied clearly trying to start a fight as he kicked a second piece. Ian stared him in the eye as he swung his foot kicking a third piece. Now angry the Doctor picked up the board throwing it, it slammed into the wall behind Ian with a thunk. Unphased, Ian handed him a couple of the chess pieces watching as the Doctor threw them as well. His hand empty he leaned down scooping up more of the pieces to throw at the wall. He threw them then grabbed the pillows off the bed chucking them at the wall as well.
"Hey," Jack sighed coming into the room to see the mess gathering by the wall. "What is this?"
"Therapy," Ian answered. Jack didn't hand the coffee to the Doctor not wanting to clean it up as he watched the Doctor throw his shoes at the wall. The Doctor was breathing heavily with a cold anger in his eyes as Ian handed him his clipboard, Jack's book and then his own shoes to throw. Jack didn't understand it, but he gave Ian the coffee the Doctor requested before going back into the hall. The Doctor looked around for anything else to throw. Seeing the coffee cup in Ian's hand, he reached for it but Ian moved it just out of his reach.
"I won't throw it," The Doctor promised as he continued to reach for it. Ian passed it to him and he took a drink. The coffee was diluted with plenty of milk and sugar. It didn't provide him the comfort that tea did, nor did it remind him of the drugs that he took. He took another sip feeling the familiar hotness in his chest.
"So how is it?" Ian wondered.
"A little sweet, but otherwise it is nice," The Doctor answered. He took another sip, making a face before setting the cup on the bedside table. "Will I still be able to play chess against you once I am out of here?"
"Of course, we can still play chess. Though I imagine I am going to have to buy several new chess boards before then," Ian replied with a smile.
"Sorry," The Doctor replied.
"Don't be, it was about time I replaced that board anyways," Ian informed him. He went over to the wall, picking up the items that were beside it. The Doctor sat there watching him for a moment before a loud sigh escaped his lips. He got down on the floor to retrieve the chess board pieces from underneath the bed and table where he had kicked them. He made sure that Ian had all the pieces then handed the box to him. Ian took tucking it under his arm. The Doctor held out his hand.
"Thank you," The Doctor told him as they shook hands.
"Anytime," Ian responded heading to the door. The Doctor followed him looking out into the hall. Jack was still on the phone but now he was pacing in the hall. He looked at the Doctor apologetically holding up five fingers. The Doctor nodded closing the door behind himself. While he waited for Jack, he collected the few items that he had in the hospital. This afternoon, he would be going to Martha's flat to continue his recovery and while it wasn't his TARDIS, it also wasn't this hospital. By the time he finished cleaning and dressing Jack came into the room with Martha.
"I am going to exam you, then you are free to leave with Jack to my flat," Martha informed him.
"You're not coming?" The Doctor questioned the happiness clear in his voice.
"I got asked to assist with a surgery this afternoon, so no I am not going with you," Martha replied ignoring his tone. She ran through his vitals and checked his lungs, relieved to hear that the wheeze was gone. Once finished she signed off on his exit papers. Leaving the room for what he hoped was the last time, the Doctor practically ran to the front gate in his eagerness to leave. The guard at the desk slowed them down as he informed the Doctor how much he looked up to him. Though the Doctor smiled back and was nice to the guard, he was hurried out as Jack could see the Oncoming Storm in his eyes.
They arrived at Martha's flat without incident and Jack let them inside. The place was large with two bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room, bathroom with a separate loo and a large patio. The place was clean and showed how little it had been used since Martha moved into it. Everything in the living area was functional and showed none of Martha's personality. Jack showed the Doctor the room that they would be sharing. The bed was large and would be comfortable for the two of them to sleep on together while the desk had obviously been set up for his use.
"I went to the TARDIS and got out clothes for you. Martha has already put them in the wardrobe. She also bought bathroom supplies for us to use. Speaking of which, I will be right back," Jack informed the Doctor. The Doctor nodded as he looked around the room. Opening one of the drawers he found his socks and pants. He closed it again. Going to his bed, he laid down upon it. He looked at the door as he unbuckled his trousers sliding his hand down to his groin resting it just above his member. It had been hundreds of years since the last time he touched himself and his stomach fluttered in anticipation as he thought that he could get caught by Jack any moment. Grasping it in his hand he couldn't contain the gasp that escaped. It felt wrong, but he closed his eyes imagining it was Jack's hand.
"Mind if I join in?" Jack wondered. The Doctor jumped. He hadn't heard Jack come into the room and he kicked himself mentally for letting his guard down, even if he had wanted to be caught.
"Please," He still begged. Jack placed his hand over the Doctor's and guided him in his movements. He whimpered begging Jack to go faster, but Jack didn't listen. He stood up, pulling the Doctor's trousers down to his ankles. The Doctor kicked off his shoes eagerly allowing Jack to remove them the rest of the way. Taking it as a good sign, Jack got into the drawer beside the bed. The Doctor watched him pull out a small bottle of lube and a condom laying them on the table before settling on the bed again.
They kissed slowly, Jack distracting the Doctor as he placed lube on his fingers then pushed one up inside the Time Lord's body as slowly as possible. The Doctor gasped into Jack's mouth as Jack opened him as carefully as he could. He needed this to feel good for the both of them and he could tell by the Doctor's reactions to his attention that no one had ever taken the time to make sure the Doctor would receive pleasure as well. He thought about bringing the Doctor to completion with just his hands again but they both wanted this too badly.
"Jack, please," The Doctor whimpered his fingers tightening on the blanket. His skin was flush and he was breathing heavily as Jack teased him.
"Alright," Jack agreed. Standing up, he heard the Doctor groan in frustration as he removed his hands. He took off his own trousers then put the condom on. He added extra lube to both himself and the Doctor's bottom before crawling between his legs. He lifted one placing it on his shoulder then slowly pressed forward. The Doctor whined his hands tightening on the blankets again as he body was finally breached. "How does that feel?"
"Good," The Doctor moaned. Jack moved as slowly as he could giving the Doctor time to relax. When their bodies were joined as closely as Jack could get them he leaned down to kiss the Doctor's sweaty head. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack holding him as tightly as he could as he whimpered with every thrust.
"Do you need me to stop?" Jack wondered as the whimpers sound almost pained.
"Don't you dare," The Doctor growled. Jack pressed his lips to the Doctor's neck sucking and nipping as he brought the Doctor to completion first. His own release followed soon after. Reaching out he brushed the hair off the Doctor's forehead as he looked into his eyes.
"I love you," Jack whispered. The Doctor pushed himself up on his elbows to press their mouths together in a deep kiss. Jack felt his body responding and just hoped that Martha had bought enough condoms as he looked forward to a long night in the Doctor's arms.
