Their second round of making love was slow and tender as Jack showed the Doctor how good sex could actually feel. There was no hurry to completion as he held the Doctor close to his body. The Doctor stared up at him with a softness in his eyes that Jack rarely saw. There was no stress on his face as he panted and moaned with each thrust. Jack was surprised how quiet he was as the Time Lord usually never went quiet so he had to judge what the Doctor liked based on his soft vocalizations instead. He fell over the edge first and then reached down between them to bring the Doctor quickly to release as well.

Turning them on to the side, he held the Doctor close as he bent his legs to keep himself inside the Doctor's body. He was willing to go for a third round but the Doctor had other ideas as he nuzzled his head against Jack's neck sighing softly. He held onto Jack closing his eyes to rest in his lover's arms. Jack bit his lip to keep from commenting and ruining the moment as the Doctor squirmed pushing himself down to take Jack deeper in his body as he tried to rest. Jack ran his hand along the Doctor's spine until his breathing evened out and a soft snore escaped. Being as careful as he could, Jack extracted himself from the Doctor's body and arms. The Doctor barely noticed sprawling out happily on the bed. His leg bent upwards showing his bottom.

"Damn it," Jack hissed seeing that the Doctor's bottom was red. He knew the Doctor would have been feeling sore and it angered him that the Doctor didn't tell him that he was hurting. Going to the bathroom he retrieved a wet towel as well as the Doctor's ointment. He returned to the bedroom taking the time to tenderly clean the Doctor up and apply the ointment without waking the sleeping Time Lord. He covered him with a blanket tucking it up around his bare shoulders. Going back to the bathroom he showered quickly, it did nothing to relieve his anger, though. He wasn't even sure who he was more mad at. Himself for hurting the Doctor or the Doctor for letting him.

He dressed in his normal trousers with a button up shirt before sitting down on the couch. He turned on the telly, but he wasn't able to pay attention to it. He was feeling too restless. He paced the living room, going into the Doctor's room several times just to watch him sleep. He moved the blanket back the first time to check his bottom, causing the Doctor to moan from the draft. He tried to cover himself back as he whimpered showing that he was waking up. Not wanting to disturb him anymore he tucked the blankets back. He returned to the kitchen digging through the cabinets until he found the bottle of wine he knew Martha would have. He poured himself a glass taking it to the couch along with the rest of the bottle. His body burned off alcohol too quickly for it to be of any use but he drank it anyway.

"Rough day?" Martha asked as she came into the house to find Jack laying back on the couch nursing the bottle of wine. The surgery had been rough and longer than expected as they ran into complications. All she wanted to do was eat supper and then curl into bed to rest before she had to be back at UNIT in the morning.

"He let me hurt him," Jack answered her softly. He didn't look at her as he took another drink.

"What do you mean?" Martha wondered taking a seat on the edge of the couch. Jack recounted his afternoon with the Doctor, keeping the details to a minimum for Martha's benefit. She sat there listening to him not interrupting as he seethed.

"I asked him if he needed me to stop and he told me no. I don't understand why he lied to me when I was hurting him," Jack questioned her.

"You said that he associates sex with pain. Have you considered the fact that he didn't even think about the pain he was in except that it would have hurt more if you would have stopped?" Martha asked. Jack looked at her confused before she continued. "The way I see it, he wanted to feel loved and to know that somebody wanted him. He is one of the loneliest people I have ever met despite the fact that he constantly travels with companions, but in the end they never stay. You can, though, Jack. You can be there for him long after everyone else leaves."

"I want to be Martha, but I still can't get the thought out of my mind that he is going to leave me as soon as he is able to travel again," Jack admitted to her. Martha reached out to squeeze his hand.

"I know, I don't think he will, though. He never fares well when he travels alone and he knows it. He knows that he needs someone with him who can keep him in line and that he trust. As evidenced by what happened with Daniel, he isn't going to accept a new companion readily and from what I have seen, he doesn't want a new companion," Martha answered. Jack smiled sitting up. He offered Martha the bottle of wine and she took it from him taking a drink.

"I hope you're right," Jack told her sitting up. Martha looked at her watch then sighed standing up.

"I am going to start dinner, if you want to wake him for me," Martha commented going towards the kitchen.

"Can't he eat when he wakes later?" Jack questioned on the Time Lord's behalf.

"I would prefer that he eats dinner with us. It is about the time that he was eating dinner in the hospital and as much as he hates routines, he needs that consistency in his life right now," Martha explained. Jack nodded knowing that she was right. The Time Lord would fight them saying that routines were for humans but with his immune system shot he would easily become sick if his energy levels dropped. And by eating consistently it would help him to keep his energy levels up. Sighing, Jack made his way to the room to wake the Doctor.